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tmpestuous · 2 years

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Touch It

summary: bucky needs to feel your touch.

pairing: bucky x reader

word count: 2.7k

18+; MINORS DNI.

warnings: smut, dom!bucky, needy bucky, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, praise kink, dirty talk, explicit content, established relationship, some fluff

a/n: i have not written smut in a while so if this is basic i apologize… little cute needy bucky moments though cause he’s my fave

“I’m not gonna be gone for long, Bucky,” you giggled into his chest as Bucky wrapped his arms even tighter around you, refusing to let you out of bed.

“You’re not leaving,” he said stoically, trying to sound serious.

“I am leaving, for a week,” you looked up at him, still trying to break free from his grasp. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Wrestling out of his grip, you got up from your shared bed, making your way over to the bathroom. Bucky stared at you as you got ready, his forced pout not having as much of an effect on you as he’d hoped it would.

You were about to go on a small retreat that would only last a week; Natasha had planned it for the girls in your friend group to get a moment of relaxation. All of the men, of course, questioned their lack of an invitation, Natasha chalking it up to some reason involving watching the boys suffer without the women to act as their voices of reason. Bucky was the hardest one to crack, everyone fully aware he could barely last a full day without you, somehow sneaking his way into whatever space you were in just to spend as many extra seconds with you as he could.

This time would be no different.

After you had finally packed, Bucky had “come to terms” with your departure. He felt a bit more at ease knowing you had told him the location you’d be at (against Natasha’s wishes, of course) and it wasn’t too far away. Plus, if anything happened to you, at least he’d know where your last known location was.

Bucky stood in the doorway of the entrance to your house, greeting Natasha and Wanda from afar as they waited in the car outside your driveway. You put all of your bags in the trunk before making your way back to him, running your thumbs across his cheeks after cupping his face in your hands.

“Are you sure you have to go?” he attempted to plead once more, pouting playfully.

“You will be fine, Bucky,” you shook your head with a smile before you pecked his lips a few times. “You know where to find me,” you whispered, knowing Natasha would indeed do her best to find an entirely new location if she found out you told Bucky where you’d be.

“Oh, I’ll find you alright, bunny,” he spoke lowly, his mischievous tone almost forcing you to rush back inside the house and leave Natasha and Wanda behind. Your thoughts were interrupted by Bucky giving you another long kiss, this time with a lot more love than lust.

It was cut short, however, by Natasha honking the horn obnoxiously, making Bucky roll his eyes as you laughed a bit at her impatience. Giving one last goodbye kiss to Bucky, you made your way to the car and got in, waving goodbye to your boyfriend as he stood at the front door.

It had only been three days and Bucky was growing a lot more impatient than usual. Though he spoke to you every day at the same time, it wasn’t enough. An hour phone call didn’t suffice, and the fact that he had to wait til 5 fucking PM every day didn’t help him either.

Bucky loved every moment he got with you, but he also loved touching you.

He loved caressing your face, watching as you gazed into his eyes with the ones he adored more than anything. He loved snuggling his face into your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you were occupied with something, getting a whiff of your favorite perfume and lotion scent that you knew he also enjoyed. He loved playing with your hair and massaging your scalp as your head laid on his chest, and most of the time having you fall asleep on him while he did so.

He loved his physical contact with you, and especially from you.

He loved when you tangled your fingers in his hair, sometimes focusing on getting any knots out of it. He loved when you absentmindedly drew circles on his torso as you laid together. He loved when you leaned into him as you walked together, or as you stood in a space together, or when you felt like you needed to get closer to him when laying with each other though you were probably already as close as possible.

Some of his favorite moments were more intimate, whether it was him under you and him—running his hands across your thighs, waist, ass. That, or when it was you under him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in closer, forcing him in deeper.

Bucky craved it every second you were gone. Just a simple touch. And with each passing day, he only longed for it more and more.

The rest of the guys told him it would be over before he knew it, and he only wondered how they could possibly go this long without their partners without losing their minds. The truth was that you and Bucky were more than inseparable, everyone else’s relationships nothing in comparison to you both.

You enjoyed your space, of course, but your best moments were always spent with each other. That space only came when necessary, and this time, Bucky obviously felt like it was forced onto him. He needed to be next to you, even if for just a quick moment.

And that’s exactly what he was going to do.

Luckily, you had given him the address of the place you were going to, and on your first night, you had told him which room you decided to take, giving him a mini-tour of it while you were on your nightly video call.

Last door to the left, with a small veranda outside of it, he remembered.

After rushing to get himself dressed and almost forgetting to lock the front door, Bucky ran out to his car. He had no idea what had him in more of a hurry than usual, but his eagerness to hold you in his arms only reminded him why he was doing what he was doing in the first place. Bucky pulled out of the driveway, driving fast enough to merge onto the highway.

He hadn’t even noticed but he was speeding. Bucky was a fast driver—you had scolded him plenty of times for it—but he said it was necessary to get to where he needed to be in a timely fashion. He never excessively sped though, usually only going 15 over the limit. This time, however, he was going a swift 30 over, and didn’t seem to notice the cop car parked on the side of the highway.

You hadn’t talked to Bucky all day, letting him know last night that Natasha insisted on you taking an entire day break from the phone calls.

“You can go one day without talking to Barnes, Y/n.”

And she was right, you could, but you didn’t exactly want to. Nonetheless, you spent the entire day just thinking about Bucky, missing him a lot more than usual given the lack of communication.

Your days on this retreat were starting to get a bit blurred already and it was only lasting a week. Being stuck in the middle of nowhere should get anyone to try and keep themselves occupied, but most of the activities everyone was up for either didn’t interest you, ended up going horribly, or reminded you of something Bucky would more than likely be the best at doing.

Never had you been the person to make their entire personality revolve around their partner, but the forced separation only made you think of him even more. You missed the scent of his cologne, the sound of his laugh, the feeling of being wrapped up in his big arms that made you feel so warm and at ease.

Every night, he’d appear in your dreams, and you woke up every morning feeling more impatient for the end of the trip. Only tonight, that dream felt a little too real, almost like you could feel Bucky around.

This time, the dream was him knocking outside your window. Calling your name, but for some reason you wouldn’t get up.

Then your phone started ringing, shaking you out of your slumber. It was Bucky.

“Hello?” You picked up, still rubbing your eyes from the startle of your ringtone.

“Are you gonna keep ignoring me, princess, or are you a heavier sleeper than I remember?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turned around, seeing your boyfriend standing behind the door which led to the veranda outside of your room. You hung up the phone and eagerly rushed to the door, opening it and Bucky enveloping you in a warm hug before you could even get a word out.

“God, I missed you, baby,” he whispered in your ear, pressing a multitude of kisses on your shoulder and neck, before looking down and giving you a warm kiss. “I missed you so much.”

Giggling a bit, you shook your head. “You would think I’ve been gone for a month.”

“It felt like a month,” he said, pecking across your face, making your cheeks burn red.

“I missed you too, honey,” you said, not straying away from the clear questions in your head. “Now what exactly are you doing here and how did you not get spotted?”

Pausing from kissing all over you, Bucky led you inside and closed the door behind him. “I needed you, baby. I need you. And it’s 3am so everyone is definitely sleeping and I am a lot stealthier than I thought. Now, let me make you feel good.”

“You need me but you want to make me feel good,” you countered as he ran his hands under your shirt, rubbing your back lightly. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

He shushed you before taking your shirt off—one of his shirts actually—and laying you on the bed, “You talk too much.” Admiring your bare torso,, Bucky made sure no inch of skin was left untouched.

Kissing down your neck, across your shoulders and collarbones, down to your chest.

Sealing his mouth over each of your breasts, sucking on each of them tenderly and giving each of them an equal amount of attention.

Plotting kisses down your abdomen, sliding his way down to the hem of your pajama shorts. Sliding them off along with your underwear, Bucky discarded them to the floor before coming face-to-face with your sex.

Feeling the warmth of his breath against your core only heightened your arousal, forcing you to suppress the moan lodged in your throat out of fear of waking anyone else up.

Bucky slid his fingers up and down your cunt in an achingly slow manner, watching you squirm under his touch with a smirk on his face. “Baby’s so wet for me, already, huh?”

You nodded your head, letting out a small whimper before biting down on your lip as Bucky slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them in and out just as slow as before.

He then put his mouth to work, sliding his tongue across your folds before latching onto your clit, sucking and slurping like the thirstiest man on earth.

Maybe it was the lack of touch for the last few days, but you had never felt this good before. Bucky took his time on you, not wanting a single moment to go to waste.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned out as he slipped a third finger in, cursing to himself in Romanian as he continued swiping his tongue and sucking on your clit repeatedly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. “Fuck, I’m close, baby, please.”

Latching onto your clit once again, Bucky sucked on it with the same incessant rapidness as his fingers, making you feel everything in your core and stomach before everything snapped. Squirming on his fingers and mouth as he didn’t let up on his actions through your orgasm, you failed at concealing the whimpers and moans making their way out of your mouth before he stopped, Bucky making his way back up to your face after licking up all of your juices.

“You’re being a little loud, dragă,” he spoke lowly before kissing you roughly, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue before pulling away. “Do you wanna wake our friends up, bunny? You wanna make them hear how much of a horny mess you are for me?”

You shook your head as you looked up at him in a daze, still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm to the point that you didn’t even realize Bucky shed his own clothes off.

“You're gonna be quiet for me while you take my cock, right?” He said, running the tip of his member up and down your folds as you nodded profusely, wanting nothing but to feel him inside you. “I usually like hearing that pretty voice of yours, but we can’t get in trouble, baby. So you’re gonna be a good girl and stay quiet.”

Then he slipped deep inside you, bottoming out without hesitation before pounding into you mercilessly.

You knew he was testing you, knowing you couldn’t hold back how good he always made you feel. He moved at an eager pace, thrusting in and out and seemingly getting faster with each thrust. You bit down on your fist, desperately holding back your moans as Bucky screamed praise in your ear for keeping up with his request.

“Fuck, that’s my good girl, staying so quiet for me when I know how bad you wanna let go,” he grunted in your ear. “So fucking tight for me always, you feel so fucking good. Is my baby gonna cum for me, hm?”

You let out a small ‘mhm’, the best you could do without cracking and moaning his name out. Bucky could see your struggle, pushing two fingers into your mouth, telling you to suck on them which you gladly did.

Feeling you clench around him, Bucky struggled to contain his own moans. “Milking my cock for me, baby, fuck, I’m gonna fill you up.”

You bit down on Bucky’s fingers as your own orgasm reached quickly, spasming and clenching around Bucky’s cock as he chased his own release, coming shortly after yours as he bit lightly onto your shoulder to prevent himself from being too loud.

Falling on top of you, he slowly slid out and looked down at you, your eyes still in that post-orgasmic daze that he loved seeing on you.

“You okay?” he asked, seeing you were a little too quiet now, but relieved once you nodded.

“I needed that,” you whispered up to him. “Thank you, baby.”

He kissed you lightly but passionately nonetheless. “I needed it too, bunny.” He took himself off of you, knowing he had to leave before morning came. You watched him get dressed again, in awe of him as you usually were.

“I’ll see you in a few days,” you said as he shrugged his jacket on.

“I can’t wait,” he leaned down and whispered against your lips before kissing you for a few moments. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Bucky,” you pecked his lips one more time. “Get out of here before we both get in trouble.”

Smirking at you, he made his way out of the door.

Four days later, you hurried everyone out of that house to finally get back home. Part of you wished Bucky would come back again, but he told you it was probably best if he didn’t. Whatever that means.

After forcing Natasha to drop you off first, you bid your farewells to the girls before running up the door. Unlocking it, you kicked your shoes off and set your bags down, calling out for Bucky’s name, though you got no response. It was early, so he may have slept in.

Making your way over to the mail set on the coffee table, you saw a little yellow slip with a pretty hefty dollar amount attached to it.

“A speeding ticket?” You said aloud to yourself, hearing someone’s footsteps stop on the stairs as you turned around, seeing a newly-woken up Bucky rubbing his eyes with a small smirk. “Speeding, Barnes? Really?”

“Welcome home, baby.”

tags @jessybarnes @barnesselo

#bucky smut #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fic #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x you

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memorizingthedigitsofpi · 1 year

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somewhere on my dash in the last few days, I saw a post talking about how the conversation around people writing dark fiction frequently goes to a place of, "that person might have trauma that they're working through" and I've been thinking about that ever since

they were making the point that you can just write something because you want to write it, with no trauma necessary, and I totally agree. after that, their point diverged and I wish I'd reblogged it but I didn't so I can't find it now

anyway, what that got me to thinking about was how, so often, conversations around uncomfortable things get pushed to a place where we only discuss the times when it's justified - in the view of people who are opposed to it

like, discussions of abortion in the US often revolve around people who were sexually assaulted or abused with occasional mention of people who can't afford to have a(nother) child, and they tend to avoid the fact that sometimes you get pregnant and don't want to be - even if the sex was consensual, even if you can afford to have and raise a child

so yes, we can talk about people working their way through trauma but I'd much rather just acknowledge that sometimes you just want to make a character go through hell because the catharsis of writing or reading that feels amazing. Let's talk about how humans have been creating horrifying stories since before we could even write them down, and how telling and listening to those stories brought us closer together as communities

sometimes you want your fave characters to snuggle in bed together on a cold day. sometimes you want them to bang like a screen door in a hurricane. sometimes you want them to suffer untold agonies and either survive them or not. none of those urges is better or worse than the other. they're all just a part of the human condition.

#I should be washing dishes right now #and instead I'm obsessing #what else is new? XD

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secretsappyabode · 5 days

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Fuck it it’s MY house I GET to make silly little fics about my fave turtle family. The POV will be in second person, but this is specifically about my insert rather than a generic x reader fic yknow?

I’m gonna try make a head canon/ fic for each member of the family, so everyone will get their own post basically. First up is Mikey.

In the past 5 years of…let’s call it “travelling”, you never expected to find friends, let alone a family

And yet here you are, getting roped into… whatever it is these turtles get roped into

Still, you have to admit, it’s nice not being on your own. Finally having company for once. It takes time to adjust, but eventually you go from bringing your dish to your room and eating alone, to actually joining them at the dinner table! And talking to them! Go you!!

Lord, since when did a group of teenagers intimidate you? You’re in your 20s for god sake

Your travels had made you more reserved, more serious, and survival mode hasn’t turned off yet. You’re not the silly, joyful, positive person you once were a few years ago, as much as you wish you could go back to what you used to be.

And now you’re living in the same quarters as a group of turtles who are anything but serious. They’re fun, goofy, and have this sincerity with each other that makes you feel the pit in your stomach grow because you yearn for that connection. You ache for even a moment of simple validity of your friendship with them.

But can you have it? Do you even belong with them? Can you even call yourself a friend? An acquaintance even? You feel a bit out of place…

But they don’t seem to think so. To them, you fit in just right.

Mikey

The first to warm up to you. He’s not sure himself, but he was somehow getting some good vibes from you.

Your initial reservation didn’t bother him, you find. Apparently the purple clad turtle is quite similar in disposition. He would ask you as many questions as possible, to which you listen quietly and answer casually.

You liked his youthful personality. So enthusiastic and earnest, it made you a little jealous. But he never clashed with your mellow energy, in fact he complimented yours. (You wish you had some of that energy. You miss being positive)

You don’t know how he did it, but he somehow figured out your drawing hobby. Damn it, this was supposed to be a private thing. “You’re an artist and you didn’t tell me??? WE COULD HAVE BEEN ARTS AND CRAFTS BUDDIES THIS WHOLE TIME??”

You sheepishly reveal your sketches and he excitedly shows his designs. This turns into art trades which turns into art sessions where you talk about your processes together. He teaches you some really good shading tips. You teach him about expressions and form. You feel good about your art for once.

If the teens have one thing in common, they love your hugs. Mikey is the first to know what they feel like.

It happened to you suddenly, where he was thanking you for some odd favour you did for him and he wrapped you up in a tight hug. You were caught off guard, but eventually wrapped your arms across his shell. But as soon as you did that he quickly retracted from you.

“Shoot! Sorry, I should have asked first. Usually I’m really good with this but I just got so carried away and-.”

You tell him not to worry about it. It’s been so long since you received a hug, or any sort of positive touch for that matter. You just weren’t used to it, is all.

“Oh! Okay! In that case, wanna try again?” You’re prepared this time and bring your arms around him again. He leans his head on your chest and you feel him snuggle in a bit. This…is nice. You try to ignore the long years you endured without any sort of positive affirmation or care or sign of love or anything like that. You ignore the fact that you haven’t felt a hug this warm and close in a long time. You’re gonna ignore the wetness in your eyes now.

Mikey uses the “youngest sibling” puppy dog eyes on you and always tries to pull the “baby of the family” move. This is to no avail. No matter how hard he tries, you just don’t give in. This makes it harder when the other turtles want you to do something for them (and totally not against the rules)

“How is this possible?? Mikey is our secret weapon he ALWAYS works.” “How do my undefeatable little brother moves not work on you??” he wails. “Jokes on you, brother. For you see, I am the youngest sister in MY family, so therefore I am immune to your tricks!”

“SHOCKED GASP” “Dangit!” “Aw come on!” “GAHH! So powerful……”

Eventually you meet the infamous Dr Feelings the more you show yourself. He’s convinced that you need to “come out of your shell” and “stop isolating yourself” and “allow the help people offer in your life”

That last statement, you tell him that he needs to follow that as well. That he doesn’t have to be the “family therapist” all the time and he’s still young and why is he taking on such emotional problems bro he is 15 who let a 15 year old tackle everyone’s mental health?? You tell him that it’s ok if it all gets to be too much sometimes.

He gets quiet at that. Silently absorbing your words in his mind. It feels a little eerie if you’re completely honest. Seeing him sit there fiddling with his “therapist” glasses and averting eye contact, it’s like someone stripped away his personality and pasted on somebody else’s.

All you can do is stare intently at him, hoping he gets your message. You’ve been where he is now, and you know how rough it can get. You’d hate to see him fall down that same rabbit hole, and you’d be damned if you would let that happen to him. After everything that’s happened to you, to him, to this family. He has to know what you’re saying. He has to listen.

Mikey takes off his glasses and you notice a shimmer in his eyes. “You know what? I think….Dr Feelings really needed to hear that.”

After that night, he comes to you whenever he feels his “tazz isn’t very razzy” so to speak. Something about you and what you said just makes him feel more comfortable to admit those not-so-good thoughts around you. “Maybe it’s my inherent wisdom” you joke. “You can only say that if you’re like “old” old. Like OLD old old. Dad old” (you hear splinter shout from the other room)

“Hey come on I’ve got more wisdom in me than the average dad.” “Oh yeah? Impart some sagely wisdom, your wisely wisdomness” “You stink” “THATS NOT WISDOM”

Expect a lot of hugs from him. Everyone in this family is pretty affectionate, but he makes up 90% of it

You used to go on errands by yourself, but now…maybe some company wouldn’t hurt

He’s the first one you invite, making it his and your Thing ™️. Errand time is bonding time. It’s sacred.

And then the other turtles found out and now it’s practically a family outing

During the early days when you joined them on missions, he would show off a little bit (maybe not as much as Leo did, but you could tell his tricks were getting more showy)

He just wants you to be proud of him

He’d call for you to watch him as he swung his weapon at their enemies, showing no remorse as he kicked their asses

Only to turn around like “Hey did you see me?? Was I cool or what??”

All you can do is stare gobsmacked as you give a thumbs up.

Mikey was the first for everything in your friendships with the Hamato clan. Your first friend, the first to confide into, the first you indulged in your hobbies with, the first you personally invited to hang out with-

He was your littlest brother.

And you would do anything for him. For all of them.

#turtle bros #mikester #dribbles and drabbles #MAN this has been in my drafts for a while phew #anyway let’s see how this lil series goes

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futurewife · 29 days

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Yo, that reverse au thing, cable fighting and the keychain of you gets bloodied and he gets all huffy over it because his little wife ain't supposed to be like that

Also, Cable while not totally good with the internet would absolutely find art of you to look at when he's alone. Man doesn't need help but sometimes his mind wanders... you'd be so good to him if you weren't just a pretty lady in that show he loves

me reading "2021" knowing I had this sitting in my askbox for THREE fucking yearssss 😭😭💀💀💀 I'm so sorry anon if this gave you the impression that I didn't care or didn't enjoy your input. This is actually one of my fave creative inputs of all time. I thought somewhere along the line I was going to draw artwork related to this ask but never got around to it, and kept it in the askbox. Maybe one day still. Hahaha.

Okay saying that, I love this idea so much. Yes yes yes he is EXACTLY like that in a world where I'm the f/o. Anytime someone sends me a message that's like Cable is sooo obsessed with you you're such a pretty little thing to him my ego shoots through the roof and I feel so giddy and validated HAHAHAA!! My selfship confirming buzzwords!!

He would splash out on keychains/stickers and other small kinds of merch he could tote around easily, or attach to weapons and stuff. He would be so honest and proud about it and no-one could make him feel ashamed or embarrassed about it >:| he takes his fave girl, best girl very seriously. I can hear him huff and grumble in annoyance cause YEAH!!! You got my wife dirty! And after exacting vengeance (lol) he goes home and carefully handwashes me in keychain form. Big hands in a tiny sink. 🥺

lewd below cut

Cable stumbling across lewd fanarts of me and part of him arcing up a little bit at someone else thinking about and drawing me like that (disrespecting his wife. how dare they lol) but at the same time finding it incredibly arousing hahaha. He feels a little guilty about it after he finishes, really he wishes I was real so not only could he love on me physically but also do all the gentle taking care of me stuff too like snuggling.

#I love living in cable wife guy universe.#thank you anon I wonder if you still follow me or are active. You should get a ven/cable special membership pin for this support.#f/o:cable #spicyvenus

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mebiselfandi · 9 months

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Here is a Christmas themed one 🫶🏼 I'm imagining u wrapped in a lil blanket munching on gingerbread cookies and watching ur fave Christmas movie 🥹

HIIII VAL🥰👋👋

This one was so so much fun like you wouldn’t believe it I love it sm

1. It was kinda hard picking cause all the houses look so pretty but the last one looks kinda pink also it looks like it has tons of rooms to read and snuggle in which is perfect for christmas and just general meb activities

2. I’m actually allergic to raw bananas so I’d swap them out for something else like mango. During Christmas my breakfast looks a lot like that, pancakes, muffins, tea, fruits, sausages, eggs. Best time ever

3. I’m actually into very “spooky” vibe kinda settings. Like if you watched the chilling tales of Sabrina? Or halloweentown but darker. Those vibes with the spooky music and the slighlty witchy off vibe are just so chefs kiss to me. I’d probably be super stressed if I lived there irl but oh my gosh I can look at the aesthetic. Anyways the last two were very much giving magical bath where I read my book but I’m very clumsy and I will drop it in so option two is better cause I have somewhere to put my book, also, CANDLES🕯️

4. The boots and jacket I chose are so cute I wish I actually had them. If it’s cold enough, I’d probably layer a hoodie under the jacket for extra warmth. Probably a white one

5. The earmuffs!?? I want them so bad now! They’re so pretty. Also the heart brown scarf is the one I’d probably buy but for the sake of the outfit, gotta go with the white scarf which I also think looks super cute/chic

6. Although I’d love to go ice skating, I’d probably fall soooo many times and not get to skate very much. Plus building a snow,an would be so fun. I’ve never seen snow before so we’d have so much fun customizing it

7. I am suuuuch a baker during Christmas. All out. Cake, cookies, muffins, tart, etc. so I couldn’t pick just one option. I have a butter biscuit recipe which I only use exclusively on Christmas and gosh they’re so good

8. I’ve actually only watched frozen 2 and the home alone movies from this list. And now I barely even remember the home alone movies just vague parts so really it’s just frozen. But polar express has been on my watch list for a while now so either that or how the grinch stole Christmas (which I half watched half asleep when I was like 8)

Anyway this was so cute oh my gosh! Thanks for the ask Val! I hope you’re having a great day bby🫂💕

Also…only if you want though👉👈 you wanna climb under my blanket and eat cookies with me?

#my beautiful rose🌹

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skywalkin-in-the-papes · 1 year

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omg okay! i have delved back into my newsies hyperfixation and have fallen back in love with albert dasilva (specifically livesies' al)! i'm bi, and currently going through the process of an autism diagnosis so i think kinda differently to most people. i love physical affection, but only off specific people - cuddles are a BIG YES. al is so cute agh and i wish he was real.. i also do theatre and my fave animals are cats :)

any thoughts?

Hi!

First off, I am so so so sorry that this is coming out so late. I had a really busy semester and haven't checked my asks in a minute so that's on me. I'm here now though and am in a good spot to answer this.

Also, if it makes you feel better, I have also delved back into the Newsies fandom (not like I ever left) and I am deeply in love with Mush at the moment so I feel ya.

Anyways, without further ado, let's get this thing rolling.

Albert is really supportive of you the entire time during your autism diagnosis. He'll go to the appointments that he can make and that you ask him to come with on.

The two of you tend to think uniquely in regards to the world around you so you guys have a lot to talk about when it comes to the world in general. You share a lot of different thoughts and opinions with each other and just talk about how each of you would like things to be different or what you think of what's going on in the world.

Albert also only likes physical contact with certain people. He's not the biggest on it but once you catch him in a mood where he actually wants snuggles, you can't get that boy to let go of you. He'll just sit on the couch and cuddle you. His arms will be wrapped around your waist and you're pulled into his chest. You hug him as well and there's just cuddles for days.

Even if Race comes in and interrupts, Al still won't let go of you.

Albert himself doesn't do theater but he enjoys going to your various performances and watching you. He likes watching you play all of the different characters up on stage and bring him into another world. He loves listening to all of the different accents you do and will tease you if you slip into one when the two of you are together (regardless of whether you did it on purpose or not. This boy is a TROLL.)

Albert also like cats because they're pretty low maintenance. He doesn't have to give them attention 24/7. Once the two of you marry and have your own place, you get a cat for each of you. Albert's also kind of a dog person but you guys make sure to find a really chill one that gets along well with the cats.

Anyways, I hope this is good. If you have more info you wanna share for more details, feel free to send it over and I'll add to this. I hope this is okay and is kinda what you're thinking.

-Aisling

#ask aisling #asks #newsies ships #newsies asks #newsies movie #livesies #newsies live #albert dasilva ship #albert dasilva #newsies albert

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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I have a feeling that 'that time of the month' will be coming in a few days or so 😶

So like I need to get ready for my hecking period-cramps and mood swings 😭

Istg I hate period-cramps and mood swings, cause everyone thinks I'm overreacting and being an idiot (except for my parents, they get what 'm going through) 😒

mainly my brothers but they clearly don't understand the pain 😑 like excuse me I'm sorry I handle the pain 😀

But anyway EHEM I can imagine inarizaki's manager who's on her period 🙌

she's way less energetic/active (my period drains my energy😔)

and she always asking if there's a stain or smth (I'm really anxious about stains lol🤧)

the second years are so curious why she's acting like that but the third years know and try to help her as much as possible

"And that's the last bottle filled.." - y/n, screwing the top on the last water bottle 👆

She's about to carry the bottles when they're taken out of her arms by Aran 🥺

"Don't worry y/n, I'll take them for you." - Aran, our beautiful ace 💞

"Oh! T-thanks, aran-kun.." - y/n who gives him a warm smile in return ✋🤧

Aran's def blushing rn lol 😂

Practice commences and of course y/n has to help everyone out, whether it be retrieving the volleyballs or giving them their water bottles

A ball gets thrown out of the court and y/n goes to get it ✊ seriously she's a girl boss

"I'll get it-!" - Until she's stopped by akagi 😳

"Don't sweat it, y/n..! You can just sit down, I'll get it instead." - michinari 🤧

"Awe--Thank you, michi.." - y/n, who's lovestruck by how everyone's helping out 🥺

Like the second notice and they decide to try to help too 👏

"Alright samu's bottle.. Wait where is it-" - y/n, confused 🤨

"No need to worry y/n, we'll get them ourselves." - samu and rin 🥺

"A-are you guys sure?" - y/n

"Yeah, of course. You need to rest, y'know.." - ginjima 🙌

"See, n/n! We can be responsible!" - Tsumu 🤦‍♀️

"Stop shouting u idiot" 😒 - samu

Y/n is so surprised lol 😧

Anyways, at the club room-

"Ugh.. Here come the cramps.."

Uh oh 😰 not the cramps

Until kita and omimi come in 🥰

"Here, y/n. You need these painkillers." - omimi

"And some water too, you need to stay hydrated. " - kita 🥺

"Omg 🥺💕 thank you" - y/n

The days good so far, but it gets better!!

Y/n is sitting on a bench with riseki 👌 and like she snuggles into riseki almost using him as a pillow

😳 - riseki

Meh he let's u lie down for as long as u want, besides you deserve it ✊

At the end of the day, the team shows up at ur house 🏠 with your fave snacks 🥺🥺 and not to mention suna bought you a fox plushie 😭

"Omg guys 🥺💗 This is too much 😭" - y/n

"Anything to make you feel better, y/n" - our fave boys 👏👏

Yeah, y/n loved this month 😌

I LOVE INARIZAKI SO BAD OMGGG 🤧🤧

I wish I had these boys to help me with my period.. 😭

🥺🥺🥺 omg please I love this! I get such bad period cramps so I'd love to be pampered 🥰

#my lovely bbys #follower headcannons #veeaxx

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daniel-bruehl · 1 year

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Hi, I love your blog and the space you've created on here; I'm basically a long time follower, first time asker. I know this is a silly place to ask for advice on things such as this: but I have a hard time around the holidays due to my family circumstances. This year in particular has been more difficult and lonely than the years before, and I feel especially isolated. Do you have any words of wisdom or activities you'd recommend? Even shows/books/movies that may take my mind off things for the rest of the year? Thank you so much!

hello dear anon, first of all, thank you so much for trusting me enough to reach out, I know that kind of stuff can take some courage and I’m very happy to hear that you feel safe enough with me to do so! <3

trust me, I am no stranger to unhappy holidays and difficult family situations. I know it’s always easy to tell someone to try and take the mind off it, and then very hard to actually do so. I have a bunch of movies and tv shows that I can rewatch again and again and that just give me a lot of comfort, maybe you have those as well?

Then I also have all kinds of music playlists for different moods/situations, and I have made the experience that even the act of creating a new one can be a good thing to do when you’re not feeling great, although I can’t even explain why that gives me anything haha, it just does.

Do you have a favorite dish and the possibility to cook it for yourself? Or maybe a favorite kind of food you can order from your favorite restaurant? If so, I’d probably do that, snuggle up in bed and watch my current favorite movie, maybe turn on some fairy lights and drink a cup of tea or hot chocolate too :)

And if you are stuck with your family and that’s what’s giving you trouble… compromise where you can. don’t let yourself get pulled into unnecessary arguments that won’t lead anyone anywhere, maybe try and create some physical space by going for a walk or have a phone call with a friend or even just driving around in your car or take the bus for a tour around the city if you can. Just anything not to spend too much time at once in the same room with people that give make you feel bad, you know?

As for specific movie/tv/book recommendations; the show Hart of Dixie is one of my current faves bc it’s very homey, the characters are easy to love, it’s fun and light hearted without being silly and it’s a good casual watch especially since it has a lot of episodes with healthy lengths spread over 4 whole seasons. If you want something to completely take your mind off of holiday and festive stuff, maybe fantasy shows like the 100 or movies like The Hunger Games or Lord of the Rings might be the right call for you!

ALSO what I loooove watching lately and especially recommend since it’s free: there are some let’s plays playlists on YouTube with over 100 episodes for the game “Planet Zoo”, where basically the player builds a zoo but it has a lot of creative building elements, the animals are designed super realistically and it’s just a cozy, relaxing thing to watch 🤗 I think the current channel I’m watching those on is called EliteParty or PartyElite or something like that (I’m horrible with names sorry!) and he seems like a very nice and normal guy and is very easy to listen to lol

I know none of the recommendations and ideas are groundbreaking or life changing and for that I am sorry, I wish I had something like that up my sleeve but I unfortunately don’t. But maybe there’s something in it for you after all! Also, please do feel free to dm me if you’re feeling lonely and need someone to talk to :) I sadly won’t be able to respond 24/7 these days but the offer definitely stands so take me up on it anytime!

You’ll get through this dear! 🤍

#holidays my beloathed #as pitbull said: believe me been there done that 🥲#also i feel very honored that you feel this safe on my blog <3 #answered.#anon ask #thank you for visiting my inbox <3

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cinnbar-bun · 3 years

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Merlin Comfort Hcs

Feeling in a Mood™️ so I wanted to write some for my fave wizard man who’s been with me since the beginning to cheer me up

It’s very easy for the grand caster to recognize your feelings. He’s always watching over you and, like it or not, you’ve been on his mind since he was first summoned.

As your first servant, Merlin got to watch you grow and change, from the naive mage to a lethal weapon for the force of humanity.

He knew damn well that was not a title you wanted to inherit. All these lives, all these souls, all this bloodshed and meaningless fighting…. All of it needs to be stopped by you

It’s too much to bear at points, and despite your increased physical and magical abilities, your mental and emotional health has declined. Severely.

Merlin can taste your pain. Your emotions are bitter, salty, and leave a bad aftertaste in his mouth. He knows to leave you alone at those moments, to let you cry it out- you’re too prideful to let him see you like this.

He comes only when the bitterness subsides, leaving behind a bland taste. That’s when you’re feeling nothing, feeling the weight of your emotions slowly crumble you.

He knows you don’t like talking in these times, so he caresses your head gently. He smells of freshly picked flowers, of sunny days and happy memories. The smell of the life you wish to return to. But you know you can’t.

He quietly wraps his arms around you, letting his robe drape over you like a blanket. It’s warm. It’s loving. It’s caring. Despite his denial of feelings, it’s obvious he cares. He nuzzles his chin on top of your head and strokes your shoulder to calm you.

“You’ve done so much, good job, master. Your favorite servant will now take care of you, okay? Now relax… relax into me…”

His voice is ethereal and soothing, it’s far too dreamlike to exist, but you give into it and close your eyes as you lay against him.

He uses his thumb to wipe away your remaining tears and kisses your forehead. It’s so light you barely even feel it, and you question if he actually did it. You’re too tired to look for an answer, and then he starts humming.

You recognize this tune, one you remembered Artoria saying was a song he used to sing to her when she was overwhelmed. You wonder where he heard it from… but his voice is so nice your eyes feel like giant boulders.

The exhaustion is catching up to you and you snuggle deeper into Merlin. He chuckles and continues to rub soothing patterns across your shoulder and back

“Master… do not fear this future ahead of you. It will be painful. It will hurt, and it may even cost you your life. But don’t worry, I’m right here. I’m here for you, Master. I will always protect you…”

He sees you’ve fallen asleep against him, and he sighs, seeing your face relaxed instead of scrunched up in a frown or with worry. He lays you down and removes his robe, covering you with it. He hesitates before he kisses your forehead again.

“Master, I’ll make sure you only have good dreams from now on. I’ll meet you in the Garden of Avalon.”

#Merlin #merlin fate #merlin fgo #Fgo #fgo x reader #x reader imagines #fate x reader imagines #Fgo x reader imagines #merlin x reader #fate

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 years

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Hey Steph. How are you? I have had a very long week and the weekend seemed to have passed before it could even have felt like it and i am sad just by the thought of going back to work tomorrow and working my ass off where nobody even seems to acknowledge me. :/

Anyway my sad life aside, i wanted to ask for your help finding some fics with the following premises.

1) A fic based after TFP which shows Johns reaction to Sherlock saying I Love You to Molly or the i love you part hits John differently and he wishes it was rather him on the receiving end or where where Eurus actually makes Sherlock say the words to John.

2) A fic where John and Sherlock are having an arguement or something and in a fit of anger says something which cuts through him which John realizes immediately how wrong it was to say that but Sherlock being Sherlock acts rather nonchalant when he's deeply hurt and feigning ignorance starts keeping distance with John. John is guilty and tries to mend things with Sherlock.

Hope you have something for me along these lines. If not, please recommend me any fic which is absolutely close to your heart.

Your page is pretty much the only thing that makes my sad little pathetic life a bit better these days. You're an angel in disguise, thank you for existing.

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

UGH I feel you so much re: work, but I'm happy I've been allowed to work from home, so it helps with the non-desire to work everyday. That said, I'm so sorry for you and I send you so much love. Please know how amazing you are *SNUGGLE BUGGLE HUGGLE* I know words aren't much, but I hope they help a bit.

Sadly, I don't have any suggestions for either of your requests, BUT I do want to point you to fics that make me happy:

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

Top 20 Bookmarks of 2018 (March 2019)

Another Top 10 Fave Fics (June 2019)

Top 30 Read-Again Fics (March 2019)

Top 30 Read-Again Fics Pt. 2 (Sept. 2019)

Top 25 Fave Non-Ao3 Fics (Nov. 2019)

Top 25 Fave Non-Ao3 Fics Pt 2 (Apr 2022)

Top 25 Bookmarks of 2019 (Dec. 29/2019)

Top 30 Bookmarks of 2020

Top 25 Bookmarks of 2021

Fave Read-Again Fics (10) (Dec 11/20)

Top 20 Comfort Fics (Feb 2022)

Top 30 Fave Angst Fics Under 30K

25 Fics for Fic Rec Bingo

All Fluff Fics (Masterpost, Oct. 2021)

If anyone has any fics for Nonny for the actual requested content, PLEASE do suggest them, and again, Nonny, I hope you feel better soon, and I once again want to tell you how awesome you are :) Love you :)

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #fave fics #help steph find fics

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haikyunicorn · 4 years

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oikawa, atsumu and osamu with an s/o who fainted

anonymous asked: “Hello!~ I love your writing :D May I request HCs with how Oikawa and the Miya twins would react and how they’d take care of a fem!s/o that passed out and didn’t wake up right away because she was in a lot of pain + holding out a lot? (im not sure if that makes sense) I always have episodes where I faint and have a lot of pain and I’d really love to see how some of my fave characters would be 🥺”

warning(s): descriptions of fainting

oikawa tooru

Oikawa is always perceptive and observant even if he doesn’t show it, and he’s always looking out for his s/o

If you show the slightest symptoms of being in pain, he’ll be subtly watching over you for the rest of the day, like he’ll make some excuses to tag along with you everywhere

Oikawa isn’t a stranger to overworking himself and then having to hide the painful aftermath of it, so he’s recognising some of familiar behaviour from you

He’ll be asking if you’re feeling okay, if you’d like some water, if you need to sit down

His suspicion only grows if you keep denying him, brushing him off and saying you’re fine, but he won’t push it any further

At least that was the plan until he notices you kind of spacing out next to him, your lips paler than usual, small beads of sweat starting to form on your skin and your expression twisted into discomfort

He puts a hand on your shoulder and tries to get your attention, asking once again if you’re feeling okay

Whether you heard him or not, you find it hard to focus, dark spots dancing in your vision, nausea collecting in your throat, the ground feels like it’s spinning and a ringing in your ear gradually gets louder, tuning out Oikawa’s concerned voice

The last thing you vaguely remember is stumbling forward into your boyfriend’s grasp before passing out

When Oikawa feels your body slacken and you start to sway, his heart drops in his chest and he quickly moves in front of you to support your body

Despite his panic, he’s quick to perform the first aid he knows, carrying you to a shady, less crowded area

He lays you down on your back and puts his bag under your legs, wetting a towel with some water and dabbing it on your face and neck

All the while one of his hands is holding yours - partly to check for a pulse and partly because his own hand is shaking - and he’s calling out your name and asking if you can hear him

His fear doubles when he realises you’re not coming to as soon as he expected and Oikawa decides to take you to the nurse’s office, practically running there

He sits and tries not to fidget too much as the nurse runs proper examinations on you and he feels relief course through him when he sees that you’re finally awake and talking quietly to the nurse

After the nurse clears you and leaves the both of you alone, Oikawa pulls up a chair next to the bed and asks if you’re feeling better

He makes light conversation with you for a moment before quietly asking if you know why you had fainted

When you finally admit you’d been holding back some pain, Oikawa feels heart ache for you and he can’t help the slight guilt in his chest, wishing he’d intervened sooner

Still, he does his best to put up a cheery front for you, not wanting to stress you out even more

He makes you promise to tell him next time, no matter what he’s doing, he wants to know if you’re hurt or if you need help

After resting a little more in the nurse’s office and making sure you’ve completely recovered, Oikawa walks you home and insists on carrying your stuff and, if you let him, carry you on his back

At your house, he makes you sit down on the couch or on your bed while he goes to get you a drink and something to eat

For the rest of the day, he doesn’t let you lift a finger and will do anything for you and spoils you with all the cuddles and kisses you want to help you relax

miya atsumu

Atsumu isn’t always the most gentle with his words, but he still lets you know he cares in his own way

When he notices something off about you, he’ll kind of glance at you for a few moments, trying to figure out what’s wrong

When he ends up drawing a blank, he’ll straight up ask you what’s wrong

“Oi, what’s up with you today?”

He won’t take “it’s nothing, i’m fine” because he knows something’s wrong and he hates it when people bullshit him

So he’ll keep pressing you for an actual answer until he gets one

That is, until you suddenly pass out

His quick reflexes allow him to catch you before you hit the ground, but his mind temporarily short-circuits due to the shock

Atsumu starts calling out your name, lightly shaking you and trying to get you to wake up

When you don’t respond, he only gets more frantic and it takes Kita or someone nearby to instruct him to take you to the nurse’s office

Once he sets you down on the bed, he’s already asking the nurse all the questions

“What’s wrong with her? Will she be okay? Is she gonna wake up soon?”

The nurse has to give him a stern glare and shoo him out while she runs check ups on you

Atsumu, more than anything, is frustrated. That you didn’t tell him anything and that he doesn’t know how to help you right now

Still, he forces himself to sit and wait, a frown and a little pout on his face

When the nurse finally opens the door, he immediately shoots up from his seat and asks again if you’re okay and if he can see you

Relief replaces all his confusion when he sees you already awake and visibly better than before

He’s quick to move to your side and almost demands to know what happened, and you, cornered in the bed, have no other choice but to admit

Atsumu’s jaw tighten at your explanation and his mind is running a mile an hour, wondering why you didn’t just tell him instead of holding out your pain

He doesn’t voice out his thoughts, though, opting to reprimand you with a mumbled “you should have just told me”

Per the nurse’s orders, he lets you rest a bit, getting you something to drink, before he takes you home

All throughout the journey to your home, Atsumu keeps glancing at you warily in case you look like you’re in pain again

it’s not very subtle and you have to tell him to knock it off

Since he’s not the best with words (and honestly, he’s not sure what to say), Atsumu’s priority becomes your comfort

Once the both of you arrive, he gives you some space to clean yourself up while he texts Osamu if he can make some good food and drop it by your house

Osamu grumbles a lot but you receive a surprise delivery from him later, with a warning that it’s for you only and not to let ‘his idiot brother’ have any

You and Atsumu settle in on your bed next to each other and enjoy the food together while binge-watching your favourite show or just talking with each other

After you’re finished eating, Atsumu helps clear away the dishes and proceeds to snuggle under the covers with you

The both of you continue to talk, Atsumu’s arm around your shoulder as you rest your head on his chest and his fingers absent-mindedly drawing patterns on your side

Eventually, you doze off and that’s when Atsumu allows himself to truly look at you and think about how scared he was earlier

Atsumu softly kisses the top of your head and whispers an ‘i love you’ to your sleeping form, silently vowing to himself that he’ll be a more attentive and better boyfriend for you

miya osamu

Osamu is more laid back and chill, but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad boyfriend - he’s just usually more lowkey compared to Oikawa or Atsumu

Thought it doesn’t escape his attention when you meet up with him looking a little out of it

He asks “you good?” once and drops it when you tell him you’re fine, but will continuously give you suspicious looks at the telltale signs of discomfort

He’ll be subtly trying to help you as well, by suggesting less strenuous activities or saying he wants to get a drink and you should get one too

Once he notices your condition worsening, he’ll make you sit down and ask if you need to go to the nurse’s office (though, he’ll probably take you either way)

It takes him by surprise when you actually pass out. His eyes widen and he’s tense, but he immediately tries to wake you up by lightly tapping on your face while calling out your name

When he sees you not even stirring, he quickly decides to take you to the nurse’s office instead, ignoring all the curious stares as he walks briskly with you in his arms

He stands to the side and he watches the nurse perform the first aid, praying that you’ll come to soon

Not long after, he sees your eyelids flutter open groggily and your form shuffling a little on the bed, and Osamu releases a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in

He slowly approaches you and doesn’t say anything to you at first, offering you a small comforting smile

If you try to apologise, he’ll shush you mid-sentence and roll his eyes, telling you there’s nothing to apologise for when you’re the one lying on the bed right now

But he’ll appreciate it if you tell him what exactly happened, all the while he’s gently holding your hand with his thumb tracing circles on it and he looks at you intently as you explain your situation

Osamu feels his heart twinge when he finds out you’ve been trying to hide your pain until you literally pass out and he’ll simply ask you not to do that in the future and that he can help you in whatever way you need, so please don’t hesitate to go to him for anything

After gathering your things, Osamu takes you home and insists on giving you a piggyback ride, partly to cheer you up and partly so you don’t tire yourself out further

When you both arrive, he immediately goes to the kitchen to cook something warm for you so you can regain your strength

He makes you sit on the table while he cooks your favourite dish so you both can continue talking and so he can keep a close eye on you

You easily fall back to your usual casual conversations, which pleases Osamu and dissipates his worries

Later, you both enjoy the delicious meal he prepared and afterwards, Osamu lets you choose whatever you want to do, preferably something fun to get both your minds off the previous incident

Osamu is satisfied as long as you’re happy and healthy, and he makes sure to tell you so as you’re both cuddling under the blankets and dozing off after a long day

hi anon, thank you for the request! sorry it’s a bit late, and i hope i understood your request correctly!

hope you enjoyed this❤

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sage-nebula · 2 years

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Oohhh, pokeani if you don't mind me sending in another one?

I don't mind at all!

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

ALAN, MY SON, THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE. I love him so much I cannot even begin to explain how much. I still think about him all the time even though I'm not actively writing PokéAni things anymore. He's easily the most interesting human character the PokéAni has produced and had the best story and adventure, and while I miss him terribly, I'm also so nervous about him ever returning because I feel like they'll only bring him back to shit all over him. Nevertheless though, he is my valiant dragon son, my absolute most favorite best boy. ♥

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

LIZARDON (Alan's Charizard) TBH . . . because have you ever seen a sweeter charizard? He just loves getting chin scritches and pets and cuddles and snuggles and just loves his boy so much. Like don't get me wrong, he is expertly trained on all fronts, he loves battling just as much as his trainer and he can be ferocious! But also he just loves sharing snacks and getting snuggled and is just a sweet, sweet boy. I love him so much too ♥

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I mean, considering I have still seen hate toward Alan for winning the Kalos League as recently as this fucking year, he counts. But in the interest of not picking Alan for every answer, I'm going to say Tracey! Tracey got a lot of flack as well for replacing Brock during the Orange Islands arc, especially due to the reason why that happened (because the Japanese studio was afraid that Americans would perceive Brock as a racist caricature for some reason). But I honestly love Tracey and I wish that he'd gotten to remain with the squad during Johto so that it would have been a four person group. I like the fact that he's an artist and is the only one with a sense of direction, I like how he teased Ash and Misty about their respective crushes on each other, I like how he would drop everything to draw a new pokémon. I just think he's neat.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

MY GIRL CASEY, MY BOY RITCHIE, MY GIRL DUPLICA . . . many characters that recur so they're not a Character of the Day, but that they still haven't appeared in like sixty million years so they can count here. Incidentally both Casey and Ritchie got little cameos in the new promo short that was released recently (to promote an artist's work), and that made me very happy over on twitter, haha.

OH, and as a final one, MY GIRL MOLLY HALE. And heck, while we're at it, my girls Cooltrainer Lisa and Melody, too. They're just movie characters but I loved them so much. Particularly since the Hales are family friends of the Ketchums, I wish we could have seen Molly come back at some point.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I don't know that I really have an answer for this. Maybe Lawrence III from the second movie? Because he just wanted to do what is arguably the point of the main series games (catch 'em all) but he was also ruining the world while doing so, so it was like "okay we know we say to catch them all but also don't do that" lmao. I don't really know though.

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

I mean, despite how much I love him, I do torment Alan an awful lot for hurt/comfort reasons. Though in my defense, so did the actual show.

Aside from him, I have a running gag in my fics where Louis thinks that Alan is his rival, that they have a very real rivalry going on, but Alan never remembers who Louis is because Louis is just . . . not important to him at all lmao. So that can count as an emotional plinko. And Malva also deserves the plinko because while she didn't actually know of Lysandre's plans of genocide in the anime and did do her part to redeem herself, she also stood idly by as he emotionally abused and used Alan and kind of laughed about it, too. (She was like, "Capturing such a pure boy . . . you're terrible" or something like that, but she was smirking the whole time.) So into the plinko she goes.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Lysandre (again), Xerosic (again), Hunter J, Paul, Damian, AJ . . . basically anyone who abuses pokémon or tries to commit mass genocide goes straight into superhell with no remorse.

#blorbo meme #pokeani #tangelomadness

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bbyannabeth · 2 years

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I've been binge-reading "where every wish comes true" today to get into the holiday spirit, and I've loved each of the stories so far!! If you don't mind me asking: which prompts were you most excited to do at the beginning, and which stories ended up being your favorite to write?

thank you im glad you’re enjoying them!!

im so excited to answer this question omg

so the one i was looking forward to most when i first decided to do the prompts was day 15: xmas rivalry. i was SO excited and i love the way that one came out. days 6: snowy cabin days, 20: getting snowed in, and 18: broken heaters and snuggles were also prompts that jumped out at me and i loved writing those ones too hehe. i’m not sure i did 20 the justice it deserved but the idea of it really excited me

some i was surprised to end up loving were day 10: xmas crafts, 13: playing in the snow, and actually the one i did today 24: emergency room xmas. that last one in particular i was actually super nervous about and while i wouldn’t say it’s my fave, it do like it a LOT more than i expected to. i think i’ve realized that i adore writing percababies, especially now that i’ve made up my own personal headcannons for their kids names and what they look like🥺🥺 if i write more about their kids in the future, don’t be surprised😌

thank u for this question it was so fun to answer !! <33

im feeling sad, come talk to me pls!

#ask #wisegirl32

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aalissy · 3 years

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Winter Storms and Hot Chocolate

Whew, I'm finally getting another one-shot posted hehe. And it's about Adrienette too!! I love these two dorks soo muchhh <3. I hope you guys like them too :). Lemme know what you think! A sleepy, cuddly Marinette is my fave hehe

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Marinette stood at the door of the bakery, glaring at the snow that was quickly transforming into a fierce blizzard. Turning her phone on, she checked the weather, groaning to herself when she saw that a freak snowstorm was set to happen today.

Marinette bid her parents goodbye with a quick glance over her shoulder before ducking out of the shop. She shivered as soon as she got one foot out the door, the vicious cold already making her wish she was back at home in the warm, comfortable bakery. With a small whimper, she continued down her path, determined to make it to her favorite fabric store.

The terrible weather had affected her much more since becoming Ladybug and even waking up this morning took her years. Marinette had barely registered the sound of the blaring alarm and needed Tikki to shout at her in order to wake up. Practically stumbling out of her bed, she bundled up into thick fleece, itchy wool, and layers of cotton. Even still, it did little to help the drowsiness coursing through her bones.

Just one second. Let me close my eyes for just a second. I’m only going straight for the next few metres. It’s okay, Marinette thought to herself as the time between her blinks grew longer and longer. She barely realized it when she was walking down the street with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her eyes flew back open when she crashed directly into someone’s chest, the both of them letting out a startled groan. The only reason the two of them were standing upright and hadn’t fallen into a heap on the ground was because of the warm—and welcomingly familiar—grip the person had on her shoulders.

“Marinette?” asked a smooth and recognizable voice. “Are you alright?”

She looked up in surprise, seeing blonde hair and brilliant, green eyes. Her brain worked furiously for a moment, her forehead scrunching as she tried to focus on the boy in front of her. “A-Adrien?” Marinette asked after a few moments of thinking.

“Yeah,” his head tilted curiously. “You look exhausted. Are you trying to get home?”

“No,” she shook her head. “I just left actually. I’m trying to get to the fabric store to get some new stuff for your guys’ Christmas presents.”

Adrien’s brow furrowed as he looked down at her. Eventually, he sighed lightly, throwing an arm around her shoulder as he began leading the two of them somewhere. “Come on, let’s go and get you warmed up first,” he said with a worried smile. “You shouldn’t be stumbling around in the cold like this.”

“Mmm, has anyone ever told you how warm you are?” Marinette murmured blearily, snuggling further into his grasp. The delicious aroma of cinnamon and lavender wafted around her and she squeezed him tighter.

Buried in his chest as she was, she missed the soft look Adrien gave her. She did hear his deep chuckle, though. “Oh yeah?” he asked. “But no, I don’t think anyone’s ever told me that before.”

“They should. You make a really nice pillow,” she smiled happily, barely aware that she was speaking. Adrien gave another hearty laugh but didn’t respond.

The two walked in silence for a few more moments, Marinette’s eyes closing fully as she let her crush guide her along, relaxing into his hold. It wasn’t until she heard the sound of a tinkling bell that her eyes were able to open again. She was surprised and greeted by the warm atmosphere of a café. A small smile spread across her face as she took in the welcoming aroma of delicious coffee and hot chocolate. She felt Adrien gesture her forward.

“After you,” he smiled.

Walking into the cozy building, the designer finally felt a little bit more awake. Stopping suddenly inside the entrance, she snuck a peek back behind her. The model was still standing there, smiling gently at her. Her gaze snapped back forward again, her cheeks flushing a bright red.

Oh my god, so this isn’t a dream, then? I actually bumped into Adrien and told him he made a good pillow?! No, no, this can’t be happening!!

Pulling on her pigtails once, Marinette quickly took a seat by the window, gnawing on her lip as she stared out into the snowy world that taunted her. Gulping quietly, she peeked up at Adrien from beneath her lashes as he slid into the seat across from her. He peered back at her, a look of concern on his face. “Are you alright, Marinette?” he asked. "You looked really tired today. Are you sick?”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just sleepy. Winter is really not my season.” She gave him what she hoped was a wide, reassuring smile.

“Is that why you keep falling asleep in class then?” he teased her, his green eyes shimmering playfully.

Marinette’s cheeks darkened and she ducked her head shyly. “Maybe,” she giggled nervously before tapping her index fingers together.

“Hey, it’s alright,” Adrien grinned softly back at her. “I actually know someone else who doesn’t do too well in the cold.”

“Y-you do?” she tilted her head as she looked at him curiously.

“Yeah,” his gaze drifted away from her and out the window as he nodded his head slowly. “One of my best friends absolutely hates the snow.”

“Nino hates the snow, really?” Marinette blinked at him a few times. “I had no idea.”

Adrien chuckled at her, shaking his head, “No, no, not Nino. Nino actually loves the snow. He says it helps his creative process.”

“Yuck, really?” she asked, scrunching her nose at the thought. “I barely get anything done during wintertime. I’m too sluggish.”

“My friend says the same thing!” he exclaimed, eyes brightening as he looked back at her. “She moves so slowly and says that you’re meant to stay at home, buried deep under the covers whenever it starts snowing.”

“Your friend is smart,” Marinette giggled. “I’ve said that exact same thing before.”

Her thoughts drifted back to her partner. Chat Noir was there during the cold, windy nights where she had to brave the winter weather for patrol. He was always equipped with two cups of hot chocolate and a blanket that they shared to warm up before heading off to watch the city.

With a quiet, happy sigh, Marinette was suddenly hit by a large craving for the hot chocolate Chat always brought for her. So, when their waiter finally arrived, she chirped out her order cheerfully, “One hot chocolate please.”

She was somewhat surprised, however, when Adrien ordered the same thing as her. “I’ll take a hot chocolate too,” he said. “Ooh, and with extra marshmallows, please!”

Marinette’s lips twitched into a small smile. That was similar to her partner too. He always had a large pile of the delicious dessert in his drink. Raising a curious eyebrow at him, she spoke up, “You like marshmallows then?”

“Oh definitely,” Adrien grinned back at her. “They’re delicious! And hot chocolate with marshmallows is the best drink during winter!”

She giggled quietly at him, “Hot chocolate is my favorite too! It completely warms you up when it’s cold! Especially when it’s snowing like today!”

Adrien opened his mouth to speak but was stopped as their drinks reached the table. Marinette smiled thankfully at their waiter before sipping on the delicious beverage. Any last remaining chill that she had been feeling immediately evaporated upon a sip of the hot chocolate. She hummed, taking another large gulp before grinning up at the boy across from her, “Are your marshmallows good?”

“They’re perfect!” he grinned back at her.

There the two sat in the small, warm café, chatting about the latest schoolwork and updates to their favorite game. They both sipped gradually on their drinks, almost as if neither of them wanted to leave. Marinette even congratulated herself over how well she was handling the conversation with her long-time crush. Eventually, though, her gaze was drawn over to her phone where she gasped at the time. She needed to get back soon! She still had homework due later today!

“I’m so sorry, Adrien,” she said as she scrambled for her purse in a panic. “I lost track of time! I need to get home and I still don’t have any of the material I need! I’ve gotta go!”

“It’s okay, I’ll walk you,” he waved their waiter back over who he handed a few Euros over to.

“Oh no, no! It’s okay! I can pay for my half at least,” Marinette frowned over at him.

Adrien merely gave her a reassuring smile, shaking his head, “No, it’s fine. I dragged you in here so the least I can do is pay for your hot chocolate. Consider it an early Christmas gift,” he winked at her.

Turning a bright shade of pink, Marinette gulped quietly, trying to ignore the implications that this was a date. “O-ok,” she stuttered slightly as she stood up. “B-but you don’t have to walk me over. I’ll be fine by myself, really.”

“It’s no problem, Marinette! I don’t have anywhere else to be and I don’t want you passing out in the middle of a street,” he teased her.

Her blush darkened as she mumbled, “Okay.”

After that was decided, they walked to the front entrance, with Marinette taking a big gulp of air before heading out into the cold winter storm. Almost instantly, the warmth that she had gained from the café left her. Yawning quietly, she nuzzled into Adrien’s side, enjoying the heat it granted her. He leaned down to talk to her, causing his warm breath to brush against her ear, “Where are we going, Marinette?”

“Huh?” she blinked up at him slowly before her eyes widened in realization and she looked around. “O-oh, we should take a left here, and then it should be straight ahead.”

“Got it,” he murmured back at her before taking her hand in his. Her blue eyes shot open at that, looking up at him confusedly with a deep, red blush. Adrien merely shrugged at her, winking again. “I don’t want you to get lost.”

“R-right,” Marinette gulped, turning away from his glimmering eyes to look at their surroundings. Shivering as another cold snowflake hit her face, she clutched Adrien’s hand like a lifeline, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief when they finally spotted the fabric store. When they entered the building, she let go of his hand to instead point a finger at him. Ignoring the feeling of loss she felt as her hand left his warm grasp, she spoke sharply, “No peeking! I don’t want you guessing what your gift is!”

“I understand, Marinette,” Adrien chuckled, grinning down at her.

Shooting him one last suspicious glance, she turned to look at the rows of fabric in the store. Quickly, she pulled out three different colors for her friends, deciding on orange for Alya, dark green for Nino, and a bright red for Adrien. Marinette headed up to the front counter to pay for the three fabrics with a quiet, frustrated breath.

With them safely tucked into a bag and away from enquiring eyes, she looked around for Adrien. She eventually found him looking at a row of fabric, awe clear in his eyes. Clearing her throat, she stepped toward him. “Are you ready to go Adrien?”

“Yeah,” he snapped out of his daze and brought his gaze over to her before shaking his head with wonder. “I just don’t know how you do it, Marinette. How you turn this into beautiful clothes. You’re amazing.”

“O-oh thank you,” Marinette blushed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. “I-it’s just years of practice, I guess. I was pretty bad when I started out.”

“I find that hard to believe,” Adrien said as he came over to take her hand once again. Together they walked to the front of the store. “Are we heading to the bakery now, or did you have another errand to run?”

She shook her head quickly. “N-no, I’m going home now. B-but, Adrien, you don’t have to walk me there. You’ve done a lot for me already. Seriously, thank you! I don’t want to take up the rest of your night.” “I already told you that it’s fine, Marinette. I want to make sure you get home safely. Besides, I could really go for a croissant right now,” he beamed down at her before pushing the door open. Groaning as the wind blew against her face, Marinette instantly turned to Adrien for some form of warmth. Her crush chuckled softly before murmuring, “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

Her heart practically flip-flopped at that, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She glanced up at him to give him a soft smile, mouthing thank you at him. Why does he have to be so cute? It’s just not fair, she practically whined in her thoughts.

With her nestled into his side as she was, Marinette barely noticed when they finally arrived back at the bakery. She only realized she was home after Adrien leaned down to whisper to her, “We’re here.”

“We are?” She peeled an eye open that she didn’t even remember closing. Slowly, they both blinked open as she realized that they were, in fact, at the entrance to the bakery. “Oh, we are!” she exclaimed.

Adrien chuckled at her before wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. “Thanks for hanging out with me today Marinette. I had a great time.”

“N-no!” she stammered as she hugged him back. “Thank you for hanging out with me! I don’t think I would have made it home without you. Seriously, Adrien thank you .” Marinette leaned up on her tip-toes to brush a kiss against his cheek. Her cheeks flamed as she set back down on the ground, giving him a wide smile.

“It was no problem, really.” He rubbed the back of his neck shyly.

“W-well at least come inside so you can warm up and I can make you that croissant you wanted.” Her smile widened into a beam as she held the door open for him.

Adrien stepped inside the bakery as she followed after him, happy butterflies dancing in her chest. I’m so glad this wasn’t a dream and I did actually stumble into Adrien! Best day ever! Maybe ... maybe I can confess to him today ...

Chewing on the edge of her lip nervously, she walked towards the boy conversing happily with her parents. He turned around to greet her when she approached with a large, beaming smile. “Hey, Marinette! Your parents made us some croissants! Do you want to head upstairs and eat them with me?”

As his head tilted at her adorably, she felt her heart thump rapidly in her chest. Sucking in a deep breath for courage, she nodded. “S-sure, Adrien. That would be great!”

“Cool!” he said with a boyish grin, taking her hand in his as he tugged her up the stairs.

Barely stifling a quiet squeak, Marinette let Adrien guide her upstairs, briefly catching a glimpse of her parents’ knowing smiles. He let go of her hand when they entered the living room, sitting on her couch and patting the spot next to him.

Giving Adrien a shy smile, she settled down by him, avoiding his glimmering, emerald green eyes. Her hands tore into her croissant as she tried to summon every last ounce of bravery she had. Come on, Marinette! You can do this! I believe in you , she thought to herself determinedly.

Turning to Adrien with one last deep gulp of air, she blurted out almost in perfect unison with him, “I have something to tell you!”

The two blinked at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. In between giggles, Marinette wheezed out, “Y-you go first.”

Adrien gave a small but decisive nod before he leaned in closer to her. His eyes seemed to scan their surroundings warily before he looked back at her seriously, a hint of fear and worry dancing in his gaze. Slowly, his hand came up to cover hers, giving it a soft squeeze. Marinette gulped once nervously before he cleared his throat and stuttered out, “I-I know who you are.”

A deep frown creased her brow. “What?”

“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear ! It all happened so quickly! One second I had detransformed and was about to leave when you came barreling in! And I tried to hide, really I did! I hid behind a dumpster and covered my eyes but then your kwami said your name and then I guess I just knew,” Adrien spoke quickly, his eyes searching her gaze hopefully.

Marinette sat frozen on the couch, her mouth wide open in horror. Trembling slightly, she stuttered out, “A-Adrien, I-I don’t understand. W-what are you talking about?! A kwami ... what’s that?”

“It’s okay, Marinette. You can trust me,” he said with a small, anxious smile, “Besides, I know you know what a kwami is because you were once Multimouse.”

“Multimouse,” she frowned at him, “But you weren’t... wait!”

She gasped in shock as Adrien merely nodded his head at her. “At your service, m’Lady.”

“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot!” Marinette shrieked at him, “We’re not supposed to know our secret identities.”

“I know and I’m sorry but I mmph—!” She cut Adrien off with a passionate kiss, relaxing as he melted into their embrace.

Eventually, she pulled back, glancing up at him from beneath her lashes. “That was what I wanted to tell you, by the way.”

“Wha ... huh?!” Adrien blinked down at her dumbly.

Marinette giggled shyly, rolling her eyes, “I wanted to say that I love you, Adrien. Ever since you handed me that umbrella, I’ve been yours.”

A slow, wide smile stretched across his face before he hugged her tightly to his chest. Adrien connected their lips together once more before breathing out, “I love you too, Marinette.”

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