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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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rafe with a gun kink??

-💋

you never disappoint with these asks bae!!🫶🏻 sorry i turned this so dark also kinda poetic?…

DARK CONTENT WARNING!!

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you yelped as your shoulder banged against the door frame, rafe shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door closed.

his jealousy had hit, once again. some guy flirting with you his party had gotten him all riled up, as if the stranger didn’t know you belonged to rafe, everybody on the island did. you hadn’t even flirted back, of course you wouldn’t of, you simply told the man you were taken and that you were sorry…but rafe’s insecurity got the better of him, just as it always did. his need and want for validation from you towering over his sanity.

“r-rafe stop! you’re hurting me!” He shushed you by covering your mouth with his hand.

“shut the fuck up. apologising to the fuckin’ asshole. ‘i’m sorry i have a boyfriend’ what the fuck are you sorry for you slut, sorry you can’t fuck the guy? no chance.” he murmured, his mental state slipping as he pulled your pink mini skirt up against your hips, exposing your white cotton panties making you cry out.

you wished he could hear himself right now, he sounded insane. suddenly he reached behind you, grabbing something out of his drawer. your eyes widened in fear, the realisation of what the item was hitting you like a train.

rafe laughed at your expression “don’t look so scared baby, tell you what, you be fuckin’ quiet n’ stay still, and daddy won’t blow your brains out for being a dirty cheatin’ whore. how does that sound, hmm?”

the tears began to leave your waterline, droplets of salt pouring down your flustered cheeks as you sobbed. he had never gone this far before, i mean sure he’s threatened you plenty of times but never to this extent.

instead of taking your panties off like a normal person, rafe got down on his knees, tearing them off with his teeth. the cold air hitting your cunt left you breathless, yet the warm air from his breath filled your lungs once again. rafe slid a finger inbetween your slit, gathering your wetness and pulling back to show you his soaked digits.

“fuck, baby. who knew you were such a slut”

his laugh was dangerous.

“kidding, i knew. i fuckin’ knew you’d love this shit, cause’ your just such nasty little whore aren’t cha’. disgusting slut.” you whimpered at his cruel words, yet you couldn’t deny the sap leaking from your cunt. like honey oozing from bark. without even slipping a finger inside your pussy to stretch you out, rafe lifted the gun, pressing it against your entrance.

“your gonna’ be a good girl, and your gonna’ take daddys gun inside your pretty pussy like a cheap fuckin’ whore. if that’s how you wanna’ act thats how im gonna’ treat you.”

without warning he pushed the gun into your pussy, your cunt gripping it like a vice. you screamed as he penetrated you, the weapon hitting your cervix with his first movement as he rammed it into your hole.

“shh shh shh, it’s okay, sweet girl. let it all out.” he whispered, his tone still volatile.

there was no doubt the man from earlier could hear you, and everyone else downstairs. rafe made sure of it.

#💋 anon #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron prompt #dark rafe cameron x reader #dark rafe cameron #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fanfiction

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pray4saint · 10 months

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SAINT IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING I CAN'T HELP BUT SEND U AN ASK 🫶🫶

can i plspslspsl have dteam headcannons of renovating ur brand new house with them and building adding all the furniture?? :D (and maybe getting a brand new mattress and them fucking u on it just to test its durability🤭)

dream home

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. fem!reader. oral (f receiving). missionary. doggystyle.

a/n. im sorry it's taken me so long to get to this but HI YES I LOVE THIS IDEA

dream

”well, what do you think?” clay asks, looking around the freshly renovated and furnished building. when you don't say anything, he starts to get worried and pulls on your arm to get you to look at him. your reaction is seamless, turning to him, smiling, ”i love it. so much.” clay lets out a deep breath and pulls you closer to him, lifting your arm over his shoudler. ”good, now how about we go back to the bedroom and test out that new mattress?” you smile and shake your head, although it's clearly a yes.

your arms tug around dream's neck, pulling his face closer beside yours. in your ear, all you can hear is his soft sighs, heavy grunts and pretty moans while the sound of skin slapping together echoes around the walls. ”fuck, clay, feels so good.” he increases his pace at the sound of praise. ”yeah? feels good with my cock buried in your pretty pussy?” all you can do is nod against his hair, eyes closed, biting back moans. every time he whispers something to you, he can feel your pussy clench around his cock and he nibbles at your neck, it's a chain reaction. the softness of the mattress was greatly appreciated by the both of you.

sapnap

you squealed when you saw how the outside of your new home looked and sap was quick on your heels following you in. ”it's so beautiful. can you believe it's all ours?” despite how your eyes move along the walls of the new house and the edges of the furniture, his eyes remained on you. since there was a new house, his mind was completely overtaken with one thing. there were all new surfaces to fuck you against, but the first he wanted to try was the new mattress you'd bought just before moving in. ”i know, it's all ours. now come here pretty girl, wanna make you a beautiful mess in our bed.”

your partner looked up at your scrunched up face from his spot between your thighs. you were lain out on the brand new bed, sapnap kneeling at the edge so he could lap at your cunt, arms hooked around your thighs to keep you close to his face no matter how much you squirmed. ”sap, please c'mon! s'too much!” your hands fist in his hair and try to pull him away. he rolls his eyes and pulls off to make small talk. ”one more? please? y'look so angelic like this.” however he doesn't wait for you to respond, diving right back like a starved man. every time you tug on his hair, he moans against your sex, forcing near pornographic moans from you and your back to arch off the mattress. safe to say, you were both loving your new home already.

george

”well?” george asked, spinning in front of you as if to show off the new house. this was your first time seeing it fully furnishes post-renovation. ”is it everything you dreamed?” you tear your eyes from the beautiful and intricate design of the kitchen counters to your partner. ”and more with you here.” he smiles at you, taking slow steps closer to you. ”m'glad your dreams are a reality love.” you hum before turning to face him fully. ”mhm, now let's make yours a reality on that new bed.”

george ruts into you, pushing your head farther into the pillows, muffling your cries and moans. ”shh, baby y'feel so good, know that?” he's out of breath and it's so clear in his voice. you nod your best agains the fabric of the pillows while he pounds into you relentlessly. for a moment you wondered if maybe he was more focused on trying to see if the bed frame would break than fucking you. that thought was quickly forgotten with his next words. ”fuck baby, i can feel you getting close. can feel your perfect little pussy squeeze around me.”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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Johnny scares you out of hiding, only for you to stumble right into Simon :((( they were 95% certain you’re blind, but now they know 100%, and Johnny is just absolutely gleeful about it, begging Simon to keep you bc wouldn’t he love having such a pretty little thing entirely dependent on them??

🌚 (I could go all night with this)

you should go all night with this. sorry for the slow response btw im watching rpdr again

original ask for this

you're sooo scared, and made even more scared by the fact that you can't see anything, can only hear what they choose to let you.

maybe there's another little entrance to your spot, one simon positions him at. johnny gets his hands rammed into your hidey hole, is able to just brush his fingers against you and get you screaming and scrambling away. you sort of fumble along the walls of your hiding spot, end up falling out into the open air unintentionally.

you can't even get your feet beneath you to try and run before a pair of hands scoop you up under your armpits. you scream again, legs kicking desperately and trying to throw your weight backwards.

there's a laugh in front of you, a little shake to your hanging form. it makes you want to curl up into a tiny ball, makes you feel vulnerable in ways you never have before.

you hear the other man trot up behind you. "got her?" he calls out.

"hmm," your captor hums in affirmation. "ran right into my arms."

"sweet thing," the scottish one laughs, and you feel a hand run over your head. it makes you flinch, has you ducking your head low with a shiver. "look at you, even prettier out here where we can see you. dirty thing, though."

"you can give her a bath when we get home."

you finally get the nerve to speak, giving a little kick forward. "no, let-lemme go-"

there's a click of a tongue from in front of you, another shake to your body. your mouth slams shut with a click, your legs falling still. "quiet, bunny. you're fine."

"be nice, si. poor little thing's heart probably can't take much more."

"she'll have to learn how, if you want to keep her for yourself."

your head jerks over your shoulder for a moment, unseeing eyes scanning nothing. "keep- what? no, no, please i don't... please, i-"

"hush," the scottish one says, stepping right behind you so his front is pressed to your back. "can't start panickin' so early, bun, you won't survive the walk home."

you're hauled closer to the other man's body. you try to leverage your feet on his body, kick at his stomach and try to get him to drop him, no matter how useless the fight feels.

he rumbles low in his chest - almost a growl against you - and pulls you tight to him despite the kicking. another hand worms between your bodies, brushes your feet away like nothing and leaves you hanging limp again.

"let's head back," the one holding you speaks. "she'll probably go into shock soon, don't want to be out here for that."

"no, please, i dont want-"

"shh. you're comin' home with us. we caught you, we're keeping you. nothing you can do about it now." the one holding you says again. his straightforwardness saps the energy from you, leaves you keening a low sound and letting your body become dead weight.

"there we go," the scottish one murmurs, another hand petting over your head. "good little bunny."

#🌚 anon #asks and answers #serial killer ghoap x blind reader

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calamity-aims · 1 year

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Hi!!! I absolutely adore Fox and I want to read explain the unforgivable but im not sure if there will be any comfort after the angst??? Or a happy ending? I just want to protect myself and I wasn’t sure with the tags.

I see content for explain the unforgivable everywhere so obviously people love it! Thank you for putting Fox love out there 💕

Darling anon!! This is a really good question and I usually would have put the answer in the tags, but I honestly wasn’t sure which way Unexplain the Unforgivable was going to go!

But, spoilers under the cut:

It is going to have a happy ending with lots of comfort! I’m working on the last couple chapters now and it’s all gonna be ok :)

I’m a secret sap and like happy endings, shh don’t tell anyone

#calamity answers #unexplain the unforgivable

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fluffallamaful · 1 year

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Continuing that earlier ask:

Dream has been tickled into submission by about five very angry server mates hellbent on making sure he isn’t able to so much as lift a finger. He’s dizzy and stuffy-headed, he’s still giggling a bit, at one point he started to straight up sob because of it all, and all in all he’s just wrecked. And so Sam carries him inside and he protests quietly, shakily, but he can’t do anything about it.

All he can think about is what they’re gonna do next. They were fine with treating him like a doll for all that time, but before he inexplicably dropped to the prison floor Quackity and Sam had promised to kill him. And everyone’s been acting so weird, and they just subdued him with tickles of all things, and he doesn’t even have the energy to try and predict what the hell is going to happen next with these people. More tears stream down his face, and he spirals.

And then Sam settles into the nest he’s already set up, and settles him onto his back, upper body looming over him so that they’re nose to nose.

“P…Please,” Dream manages. He has no choice but to throw himself onto their mercy. (He already knows he won’t get any.)

“Shh…shh…” Perplexingly, Sam’s eyes are soft. He settles on top of him like a weighted blanket, nuzzling the top of his head and cuddling him close. “The others’ll be here soon,” he murmurs.

And they are.

Bad comes first, carrying with him a whole pot of stew that he settles on the floor, doling out a bowl. “It’s good,” he promises, and then he feeds it to him bit by bit. He wasn’t lying, and for the first real meal he’s had in around eighteen months it is amazing. The taste alone sends fresh tears down Dream’s face.

After he’s done eating — he’s allowed to finish a full bowl, and is even offered seconds — Sam carries him to a room he doesn’t recognize. It soon becomes clear that it’s a communal bathhouse, where Sapnap and Quackity soon join them in the warm water. (Sapnap is smiling at him like he used to, like they’re still brothers.) (Why is this so confusing?) And they chat, and they laugh and they splash each other playfully as Sam huffs and rolls his eyes and massages Dream’s scalp. And afterwards, they all go back to Dream’s room, where George is already waiting.

Dream feels a lump in his throat at the sight of George. There’s so much he wants to say, and he can’t say any of it. His lip wobbles.

George huffs. “C’mere, stupid.”

____

He breaks down soon afterwards, crying and asking what the fuck do they want from him. Why is it hard to move, why is he here? What changed?

And through a long-awaited discussion, Quackity finally is able to explain to Dream that — sometime within the thirty minutes between Techno’s escape and Sam’s return to the cell — two years had passed for everyone else on the server. And now they’re back, and they want to try again.

It’s too much for Dream to really understand, so he just keeps crying. He’s had a long couple of years.

babbyyyyy :(((( it just would be so unbelievably confusing for him. and i forget that in this AU he’s not actually injured, it’s just like, his body suddenly doesn’t work. so he wouldn’t even be able to blame it on missing limbs or anything :((

(disxussik belwo)

🦙🦙🦙…

the little whimpered plea :( like he’s just so scared and always predicting the worst :( who can blame him :( but then oh gosh he gets his soup 😭 and his bath 😭 and his cuddles and FINALLY AN EXPLANATION

the image of him sobbing in gogy’s arms while quackity tries to gently explain everything that had happened :(( like with sap patting his back, sam curling up beside him, and bad and gogy each holding a hand :(( (and yes i’m staring at the comfort tickles ask you sent as well im so excited AH)

also omg the bath splashes :(( also it would be cool coz dream would be able to move a little better in water right? like it’d be kinda like water therapy? my brain is going a little nuts at the idea of dream being able to wrestle better in the water. water tickle fights mayhaps?

🦙🦙🦙…

#llama asks #soup the destroyer #Soups Locked-In AU #lee!dream

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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hello! you're blog is so cute i love it!!! tbh you're such a good writer it makes me cry. could you please do a fic describing keith's emotions (or lack thereof) when allura fell in his arms vs his emotions when lance literally just touched his shoulder?

(Hey sweetpea, you’re honestly the kindest person ever?? I hope you don’t mind that I added elements of whump into this prompt because I wanted to stick to my sickfic/whump theme, but I couldn’t turn this prompt down because I loved it!! It’s still more focused on Keith’s thoughts than the actual whump!)

Keith’s idea of love had always been through a screen. Never real, processed and filtered through a Hollywood lens.

He’d had a taste of love when his classmate Lucy gave him a card cut out like a heart for Valentine’s Day in kindergarten, but he didn’t feel anything at all. But Keith couldn’t quite help but feel a little warm and fuzzy when his classmate James let him help him build his sandcastle.

But for the most part, Keith never really understood what it was. Teachers at school always explained it was what mommy and daddy felt for each other, but he didn’t have that. How could he know what he didn’t have? Keith told himself that maybe he just wasn’t wired to have it, that not all boys get to have it, and that was okay. You can’t miss what you never had.

But Keith was curious. He wondered what it would feel like. He wondered what all his classmates were crazy about, why all the girls would squeal over their crushes picking petals off flowers and why all the boys tried and competed to find ways to get the girl. It was something Keith just didn’t get, something that wasn’t on his radar.

He would watch romance films on the TV, watch as a boy and girl fell in love in a whimsical journey. He watched as boys burst into song about how happy they felt, how in love they were in the rain. He’d watch girls sing quietly to themselves about how smitten and complete they would feel, the devotion they felt to another human being. To Keith, it didn’t didn’t feel real at all. He could only shrug and move on. It just wasn’t for him.

Then there was Lance.

Lance came swooping in one day, a complete surprise that he had said he didn’t need and certainly didn’t want, but now, more than anything, needed, and desperately wanted. It was funny how time changed things.

He’d seen him before, he’d simply been in the background of his life. Lance was just there, sitting around with his class at the Garrison. Just fading in to the background in Keith’s eyes. But now Lance was all he could see.

No Hollywood movie could ever explain how Keith felt about Lance.

It had all happened too fast. Keith didn’t even know where the transition from you are the most annoying person I’ve ever met to you’ve given me something to believe in was. There is something about Lance’s very essence that makes him feel at home. Something about Lance that grounds him back to earth when he feels like he is floating away, out of reach for good.

There was nothing like Lance’s smile, subtle, perfect and real.

Now Lance is in front of him and he isn’t smiling, he’s fevered and sick and just not his Lance. Not his sweet, lively Lance who walked around lightly leaving traces of twinkling stardust behind him. He looks vulnerable, weak, sick. Someone like him who burst with sunlight didn’t deserve this.

And Lance is here, fevered and sick because of him. Keith had insisted on going on a dangerous mission, and Lance would not let him go alone. He had brushed it off and said he only went because he thought Keith was incompetent, but as he prepared himself he overheard him gently telling Hunk that he was coming because he believed in him.

Lance hadn’t been feeling well, something that wasn’t to Keith’s knowledge, and yet he went with Keith, fiercely protecting him like the sharpshooter he was, pushing aside everything else for Keith.

Lance had succeeded, Keith finished the mission safe and sound, but ended up worsening his own physical state. On their way back to the Black Lion, Keith was beaming about how well they were worked together, how great Lance was, and Lance was smiling, smiling so bright then he was collapsed on the floor. Needless to say Keith was beyond freaked out.

His whole life Keith told himself that he and love were incompatible. Love was not for him. No one could ever love him, he wasn’t built for it, it was in his very molecules that was chemically unresponsive to it. It was written in his DNA, wired so that he couldn’t.

And then Lance comes barging in and breaking down his closed walls and turns everything around.

Keith frantically cradled Lance in his arms, scooping him off the ground and holding him so close in fear that if he loosened his grip for one second, he’d lose Lance forever. He couldn’t lose anyone else.

Worry flooded him, as panic raced about his body and his heart beat furiously, adrenaline pumping because he couldn’t lose Lance. He incoherently spat out about how stupid Lance was for doing this, that he shouldn’t have come with him if he was sick, how none of this was worth Lance’s health as he drove Black home frantically

Then Lance let out a husky chuckle, looking at Keith with that stupid flirty, slick expression that rendered him so jealous he could barely function when it was used with other aliens.

But what came out of Lance’s mouth was said so differently, so purely and genuinely from how he spoke to those alien girls.

“You don’t get it, do you, Keith? You don’t get that I love you,” Lance said feverishly, but said in a tone so soft and loving that for a few moments Keith’s blood ran cold, all concept of time and space halting as his heart melted, a feeling that was the perfect culmination of flowers blooming and a warm fire starting in the fireplace.

Black suddenly tipped slightly as Keith lost control, of both the lion and his emotions. He let out a small gasp, his hands beginning to tremble lightly as his breath became short and shallow. Lance had just turned the world he once knew upside down.

And Keith has lost control.

Keith doesn’t remember what happens after that, but he knows that he lands back on the Castle and carries Lance’s fevered, sickly body out of the Lion as Coran and Hunk rush towards them in concern and shock, carrying Lance away to medbay.

His concept of time went whack as he tried to collect his thoughts. He disassociated from his own body, detached from his reality and walking aimlessly, like walking in a dream. His reality warped and fading, all he could hear was he loud thumping of his heart, and the word love echoing in his head like a mantra.

He doesn’t remember how he got here but he’s sitting by Lance’s side, watching him breathe in and out steadily, looking drained and exhausted. He looks so peaceful like this, and its one of the only times he’s been able to just look at Lance like this. He’s handsome despite the sickly features. He has clear skin, the cutest upturn to his nose and the lightest of freckles dotting it. So perfectly Lance.

He ponders for what seems to be hours about what Lance had said to him, what this was supposed to make him feel. Keith doesn’t know how to react, how to feel, he’s not good with people, he’s not Lance. He is so confused, out of his element and thrown out of the controlled mindset he had adapted for himself. Keith has effectively lost it. He’s been alone for so long he’s forgotten he’s real.

He tries to rationalize, trying process everything so he his brain can finally shut up and end the endless rollercoaster it’s on. There’s so much going on in his brain that he needs to just take a moment and think way back, try and analyze the situation and understand how he’s feeling. Keith closes his eyes and thinks back to the past, searching for answers.

When Allura falls into his arms he is hit by a sense of deja vu, like he had been here in this situation before. But he hadn’t–Keith feels as if he hasn’t quite lived yet, he’d all watched it on a TV screen in yet another Hollywood romance. He’d seen it all before hundreds of times, it’s lost any sense of magical wonder. He wondered if he’d feel that rush or thrill of holding a girl in his arms like that, but he felt nothing at all.

Keith tries to feel something in that moment, forces himself to feel magical and like he could burst into song in the rain, feel butterflies dancing in his stomach, because the TV screen told him to, but he can’t. He wonders where the moment where he realises he wants to spend his whole life with her went, because it’s not here. All he feels is catching his friend, and he’s happy that he caught her, because he cares about Allura and wouldn’t want her hurt, but he thought he would feel more. Because that’s what he was told to do.

But Lance’s hand on his shoulder is like when the bus finally arrives after waiting so long in the freezing cold, that relief of the heated vehicle and the reassurance that yes, I am finally going home. He feels that wonderful heat rising to his cheeks, that firm whisper that keeps him together when he is sure he is going to fall apart. The way Lance looks at him melts Keith in the insides, and he just does not know what to do in the slightest. The TV screen never told him about this, never prepared him for it. He’s lost in Lance’s soft blue eyes, spotting this kindness and softness that cradles him gently, soothing his weary heart. Keith wonders why the TV screen never showed him this because this beat every single thing it had showed him.

Keith thinks about this as he watches Lance sleep, breathing heavily from a fever and curled up, looking so much softer and vulnerable. It was a new side to him he never knew was there, a side to him that was just as scared as he was, a side that didn’t feel the need to keep up a cheery facade constantly. A side to Lance Keith never would’ve thought would go on a mission with him despite how awful he felt, just to make sure Keith wasn’t alone, and to tell Keith that he believed in him.

It forced Keith to reevaluate everything he ever knew, because Keith was so convinced that he would always be alone, that no one could ever love someone who could not be understood, but here Lance was making a sacrifice for him. Keith didn’t think anyone could do such a thing. But Lance was here. Here Lance was, who didn’t quite understand every single little thing about Keith, but loved every single little thing about Keith and somehow saw past all of his crap and believed in him. It was too hard to believe. That perhaps he wasn’t so unlovable after all. It couldn’t be real. But Lance loved him.

Keith is suddenly hit with an epiphany.

A revelation that leaves his body cold and frozen, then a surge of warmth and he’s breathing heavily as his heart swells and wants to escape his chest and he’s shaking, because he’s in love with Lance. He’s in love with Lance too.

‘I love Lance,’ Keith thinks over and over again, hoping that somehow it can finally sink in and he could suddenly have his eureka moment and know exactly what to do. He is so confused and scared and excited and filled with a plethora of mixed, conflicting emotions but it feels so good and so right. Keith hates being wrong but right now he was wrong and he is so happy that he is. Keith is not unlovable, and he didn’t realise how much he needed to know that.

Keith wants to cry because he’s so happy, he’s shaking and tears are spilling from his eyes and he can’t help but reach out for Lance’s hand. He flinches just a little as his skin comes into contact with Lance’s, and a feeling of doubt begins to build slowly but he looks back at Lance and the mantra starts again. ‘I love Lance,’ The voice repeats over and over again but never quite loses its magic. He is assured again. He eases into it, intertwining his fingers with Lance’s and he feels so connected, it feels so right.

Lance stirs, and his eyes are fluttering open and they sparkle with delight when they see Keith’s form.

“I love you too,” Keith chokes, smothered with his own happy tears, a shaky smile playing on his lips. Shaky, but still so sure. So certain. He’s so confident in it he could yell it to the world at the top of his lungs or burst into song and dance until the sun rises.

and when Lance smiles at him the magical technicolor romance he saw on screen leaps out and becomes real. Very real, vivid and dancing and twirling and sparkling in all its rich colours as it comes to life and Keith can’t help but join in and bask in it.

#klance #keith kogane #lance mcclain #langst #klangst #voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #whump #fever #sickfic #prompts #wow the most sappy thing i've ever written #but also lowkey like..lmao #im a sap shh #voltron lance #voltron keith

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ad-astra-de-luna · 4 years

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i like the idea of soulmates because it means you're never going to be alone, there's always someone there for you and they make you better. it's having someone out there that fits with you so well that your very essences fit together like puzzle pieces. it's knowing that time apart might change you, but you can still come home to each other. it's having a guaranteed place in someone else's existence, and they have a place in yours that's irrevocably theirs it's a comfort. it's being able to fight and yell and hurt, but always being able to resolve it, apologize, and to come back again. it's love and being loved. it's everything and it's more

#shh kat #im such a fucking romantic #also an emotional sap #but you can blame this particular bit on my fanfic reading habits and watching the old guard again #bc joe's speech about nicky makes me believe that love is real

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graymoon2-archive · 2 years

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“hold me”

masterlist

c!sapnap x reader

summary- an injured sapnap stumbles into your yard- and perhaps your heart

notes- hurt/comfort, tw blood and injury

pronouns- you/yours (correct me if im wrong)

song rec- stay (slowed + reverb)

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the aroma of coffee drifted through the air, scent traveling in the light breeze that wafted through your open window. you smiled at the warm cup you held in your hands, savoring the comfortable smell. you heard a loud crash outside your door, muffed slightly by the thick wood. you hurried outside to see sapnap, who was picking a shield up off the ground. he looked at you with watery eyes, stumbling into your arms haphazardly. he could barely hold his weight, injured leg giving out. you wondered how he even made it here on two feet.

“sapnap? what are you doing here?” you asked, wrapping your arms around him.

“dream’s out of prison” he mumbled into your neck, blood dripping from a gash on his leg. the blood sank slowly into the dirt below your bare feet. you didn’t even have time to grab shoes.

“come inside, i’ll have a look at that cut” you said gently, taking his hand and leading him to your sofa.

“i’ll stain it,” he whispered, hesitating next to the couch.

“shh. sit” you hushed.

he sat, and you brought over a bucket of water and a towel, gently rinsing out the cut. warm blood soaked through your towel, and you wrapped the wound in bandages before he lost any more blood. he watched your hands as you deftly cleaned the area around the wound, checking for any breaks or sprains as you went. sapnap winced as you applied pressure to his ankle, but tried to cover it.

“does that hurt?” you asked, hand hovering over his ankle.

“no…” he trailed off, but winced again when you touched the swollen area.

“be honest,” you chided, looking into his deep blue eyes. you had always liked those eyes, like the depths of the stormy ocean or the hot fires that burned in some parts of the nether. you thought it fitting, that such fiery eyes belonged to someone with as warm a personality as his.

“okay, it does hurt,” he admitted, a grim expression on his face.

you got up, getting ice out of the chest and wrapping it in a fresh towel. you placed the towel on his swollen ankle, making sure to not apply too much pressure. you sat down next to sapnap on the couch, facing him. you took off his chestplate, feeling for any cracked ribs as you did. you took a knife out of your inventory and cut his bloodstained shirt off, cleaning a minor cut on his chest with a clean washcloth.

“hey, hey, take me to dinner first” he joked weakly, coughing.

“oh shut up and let me fix you,” you said, smiling at him.

you hadn’t seen sapnap in months, and you missed his stupid jokes and adorable smile- not that you’d ever tell him his smile was adorable.

“does dream know you’re here?” you asked, looking up from the wound you were treating. you found your eyes trailing to his lips, but you forced your vision back to his eyes.

“no, he didn’t follow me.” sapnap confirmed, gazing back at you. his gaze drifted to your lips, and you found yourself wondering if you had coffee on your upper lip. you stood, cutting off the rising tension abruptly.

“I’m going to grab some stuff from the garden for stew, okay?” you said, turning toward the door. but before you could take a step, sapnap grabbed your hand.

“wait… please stay,” he said, pleading.

“what do you need?” you asked.

“will you just… hold me? please,” he said quietly, fiddling with his fingers. you sat down, taking his hand in yours. you reached your spare arm out to him, inviting him into your embrace. he crawled halfway into your lap, burying his head into your neck. his legs rested around your hips, pinning you under sapnap’s weight. you ran your free hand through his dark hair, relaxing his already tired form. you leaned against the arm of the couch, resting your head against the pillow. sapnap had fallen asleep, finally safe in your arms.

“i love you sap” you whispered, even though you thought the raven haired boy sleeping on your chest could not hear the sentiment.

little did you know, he had indeed heard, through his sleepy stupor.

a/n- im like- very happy with how this turned out

tags- @allywritesforfun @cr3scentm0on @pixviepie

@bunarise dm me on disc u owe me for this

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #mcyt x y/n #dream smp x reader #mcyt #dream smp #dream smp fanfiction #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x you #dream smp x y/n #dsmp x you #sapnap x reader #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n #c!sapnap #c!sapnap x reader #c!sapnap x you #c!sapnap x y/n

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kat-got-lost · 3 years

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hello hello!!!! could i perhaps request some poly!dt hcs w a transmasc s/o? (only if ur comfy writing it tho!) tysm <3

(A/N aaaa as a transmasc person this request made me super happy :D was very fun to write, tried a new format with this just because i didn’t really know what to write)

poly!dt x transmasc!reader (he/they pronouns used :)

warnings// mentions of dysphoria (talks about them comforting you on a bad dysphoria day), really light mention transphobia

genre// fluff, angst if you squint r e a l l y hard

format// headcanons, drabble

these boys love you so much, they do as much as they can to make you feel comfy

bad dysphoria days

these boys would be so sweet if your dysphoria was particularly bad that day

dream absolutely pampers you

you want his hoodie? of course, take all of them! you wanna dress up and go out someplace fancy? he’s already making reservations and telling sapnap nd george. you just wanna cuddle with him and watch TV? that’s great too, he’s already on the couch waiting for you to snuggle up with you

(if you don’t/can’t wear a binder just skip the line under this, reminder that even if you don’t wanna/can’t bind ur still so valid ily bby my dms r always open <33 /p)

if it was a really r e a l l y bad day, he would encourage you to wear one of his larger hoodies because he knew if you got your binder on you probably wouldn’t take it off until a couple days later. of course if you really wanted he wouldn’t stop you, but he’d instead remind you to take it off after 7 hours

dream goes all out, he does anything to distract you from how you’re feeling. he cooks/helps you make your comfort food and you spend the rest of the day cuddled up in blankets watching your favorite shows or playing games with george and sap

sapnap is very affectionate with you

he doesn’t always know what to do when you’re having a bad day but he offers you all the support and comfort he can

will drown you in his hoodies, blankets and cuddles

he’ll probably bake with you or bake for you, he’ll make cupcakes, bread, brownies, anything he thinks you’d enjoy

george is so soft with you

he’ll be gently cuddling you and tracing shapes and circles on your arms and back

just has a nice lazy day with you and your two other boyfriends

so sweet about everything, lets you cry into his chest if you need to whisphering out quiet “shh it’s okay baby let it out” or he’d let you rant about how ever you were feeling letting out a “it’s alright, get it all out love, im right here” while running his fingers through your hair/slowly running his hand up and down your back

all three of them are so sweet and so caring when you’re having a bad day and are willing to do whatever they can to make you feel better

confronting a transphobe

dream is the one who tries his best to be calm and rational about it

he’ll calmly tell whoever’s being transphobic to you to “knock it off” with a cold smile

if they continue he’ll stop being as nice and glare with a scarily calm smile with an almost eerie calm voice “he’s my boyfriend and if you’re not gonna respect him i’m gonna need you to fuck off”

sapnap is the one trying to throw hands

literally you, dream, and george needed to restrain him from punching a couple of toxic fans who saw you guys and made some not so great comments

would grab whoever invalidated you by their shirt collar and go “what’d you say bitch? that lovely person over there happens to by my boyfriend, and if you’re not gonna give him some basic respect im gonna need to get violent. so you’re either going to go give them an apology or fuck off.”

george would be the one who gives sends them death glares

he knows dream and sapnap have it covered so he mainly keeps his attention on you makin sure you’re alright

“you okay love? it’s alright, we’re here. don’t listen to them, you’re so valid sweetheart. you’re our handsome baby and no one can ever change that.”

sends whoever made nasty comments about you death glares while he hugs you and gently presses your face into his chest

overall these boys are so sweet and adorable and they do everything they can to make you feel valid, safe, and loved

(A/N i am so tired, and so soft holy crap)

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allywritesforfun · 3 years

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hello!! i love your writing!! i’ve been so burnt out from uni work this week and i don’t get a lot of support about school stuff so i was wondering if you’d write feral boys hcs for comforting and praising fem!reader in that situation. just a lil appreciation for their hard work and smarts and motivation to keep going ya know? ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

ah yes ofc my love! thank you so much!

pronouns: she/her

trigger warnings: depression, anxiety attacks, neither of those too severe though, swearing

regular masterlist

headcanon masterlist

dream:

he was always there with you while you worked

he purposely moved his set up for that he could stream in the same room with you

he would stop between seeds and get you water as you needed it

"are you sure you don't need a break?"

"no, this is due in two days but I have a project due tomorrow so I have to finish it today"

lots of forehead kisses

dream would sit down with you at times where he wasn't busy and read over your notes

the more he understood the more that he could help you

"you're doing great my love, just make sure you have enough rest okay?"

george:

he shook you awake at your desk

"hey you fell asleep again, are you sure there isn't something you want to talk about?"

"no im good, just tired... all of these assignments and..."

george hated when you talked about how awful school was

"I think I took this class before... go to bed and ill finish this up okay?"

george picked you up and carried you to your shared bed

he sat with you for a minute or two just holding you and squeezing your hand

"you are doing so good with all this work right now. I am so proud of how you're handling it and how you manage it"

sapnap:

"wait so you have this paper due and they gave you the prompt a day ago?"

you hated papers, it took so much time and the professor really only read half of it

"sap, its just getting too much! like I can't handle it anymore! like I have no motivation to do anything! like I can't even get out bed somedays"

"shh, shh, shhh"

he would pull you into his lap and tell you that everything was going to be okay

every day sapnap would wake you up with breakfast to make sure that you were getting enough to eat and drink

he sat down with you and held your hand when he could

"grab all of the papers you don't use"

sapnap set out in the backyard a fire

he helped you burn all the papers that you didn't need

it was actually kind of stress reliving

karl:

"I can't do this anymore!" you yelled

karl came rushing in "what's wrong?"

you explained to him that you overworked yourself and thought that if you took a day to yourself that everything would be better

that day turned into a week because you simply weren't motivated to do it anymore

"everything is due within the next three days and I fucked myself over by doing everything last minute and I just can't handle it. my mind is everywhere at once and I just can't focus anymore"

karl put a finger to your lips to get you to stop talking

"you are so smart y/n. you are doing work here that half the planet couldn't understand. its okay to take a break. you needed that break. you are doing so amazing with all of this and you're almost done okay? how can I help you?"

you and karl made a reward system that could keep you motived. every assignment you got done, you got 5 minutes of snuggle time

he would let you lay in his lap while he massaged your hands

quackity:

"just drop out"

quackity always joked around when it came to work

you both had along time in uni ahead of you due to your degrees

"okay but seriously, let me help you with this"

he stopped doing his work and helped you organize your papers into most to least important

"I know that you are so smart and incredible and everything else in the world. I need you to do one of these assignments while I get you all organized okay? don't be scared to take a break, you deserve it."

lots of cheek kisses of encouragement while you worked.

you managed to finish two assignments, which quackity gave you a cookie for

he had color coded everything in your work to match his color coding

it was low-key kind of cute that you had matching notes

"see look, no need to stress out. I simplified everything for you, it should be way easier now. you got this, you're going to do phenomenal"

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unexpectedcronchiness · 4 years

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Pt 7 i think we’re at im just vomiting ideas heck yeah more wolfstar

Based on a text “ sirius is put in an arranged marriage with a pureblood witch or it can be muggle au but with a female (he's gay in this) and remus is the wedding planner “

no warnings on this one either it just fluffy

arranged marriage, who even thought of shit like that? still it wasn't remus' place to question. He walked into the room, prepared to give his "Ok so theme ideas, what do you like, what actually looks good" speech but he stops dead in his tracks

first off, theres a man alone here

usually both partners are together

and secondly hes absolutely gorgeous

this was going to be problematic, remus rarely thought anyone was attractive, but when he did, he fell hard

the man noticed him and stood up, and held out his hand

"sirius orion black, i see you have the, ah, pleasure, of working with my family on getting the union from hell organized"

remus couldn't help it, he laughed

he'd seen arranged marriage cases before, but legally he wasn't allowed to do anything, trust me, he checked

but never were people so blatantly outright in their discomfort or annoyance

honestly it was refreshing

laughing was unprofessional and he was being paid a hefty amount of money to make something tasteful yet elegant, so he steeled his face and started his speech

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days passed and he found himself spending more time than necessary with sirius

he couldn't help it

at first he was just curious but then it was something more, it was intense and new. Sirius was funny, charming, kind, witty and so much more

yet there was something subtle, something dark shadowing his features

something that remus couldn't help but be pulled to

he had his own secrets of course, being a werewolf was hard enough, but then managing the top wedding planner office in the wizarding world and trying to keep it all a secret was unbearable

yet he loved it

he loved secrets and the way they kept you warm, the way you were allowed to be possessive and cautious and no one thought any less of you because everyone has secrets. It's universal and completely personal at the same time

so he held onto his newfound secret that he was undeniably genuinely attracted to this sirius orion black.

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" i was thinking for the flowers maybe something like an acacia blossom" acacia blossoms meant concealed love, amoungst other things, but concealed love was what he was going for but it's not like he would know what it meant

yet the way sirius looked at him after he said it unsettled him

his mouth agape, eyes wide in realisation

then he said "i rather like ambrosia" shit. Ambrosia, your love is reciprocated.

shit shit shit

what was he doing flower flirting with the heir to the blacks, one of the wealthiest pureblood families in the wizarding world

and ya know, that thing how he was going to GET MARRIED And remus was supposed to be helping him

"hmm maybe white lilies" it's heavenly to be with you but, "but, you'll probably like stephanotis better" stephanotis, happiness in marriage

sirius laughed

"do i look like i'd enjoy stephanotis better? besides, women aren't really my type. How about sterling silver roses?" Love at first sight, oh merlin

Remus couldn't resist

"so what is your type then"

sirius grinned cheekily

Dr.Remelems-the fluff monsterToday at 7:47 AM

"hmm, well let's see, men for starters, in case you didn't get my extreme subtlety. Camelia" you're a flame in my heart, shit he was good

he continued

"gold eyes, dirty blond hair, that shimmers in the sunlight, incredibly sexy scars, a nice sense of humor, an understanding of flowers is also deeply important, Carnation" My heart aches for you, admiration. Oh merlin he was in deep

"don't know where you'd find a guy like that he seems impossible, and aren't you supposed to be getting married. Gardenia, white heathers" You're lovely, secret love and wishes could come true, protection

remus hoped it conveyed everything he was willing to risk for this man

he would willingly risk an affair, he would protect this man, give him everything no matter what and he'd only known him for a month

sirius, as remus learned had absolutely no control of his emotions on his face, but at least he knew that he knew what it meant

sirius feigned casualness

"let me one up you, orange blossom, peony.... stehphanotis but with viscaria?" eternal love, marriage, happy marriage, happiness in marriage but when combined with viscaria, will you dance with me, did he, was he understanding this right

unable to play games any longer remus choked out

"did- did you just propose to me in flowers?"

sirius looked bashful

"well i mean uh yeah, but uh I'd need your help in getting out of this current uh, marriage thing if you wanted to do this i know thats not a yes but it would be difficult and i just-"

Remus cut him off

"jesus merlin and morgana yes."

"i do" he said solemnly

sirius looked happier than remus had ever seen him, no shadows, no undertones

"ok so i don't know how to get out of this current ya know marriage thing, i haven't made an unbreakable vow or anything, well yet at least and-"

"Sirius you brilliant man you, you've given me an idea"

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It was the day of the wedding. Sirius was standing at the alter, whatser name getting ready in one of the back rooms. The flowers they had chosen, spider flowers (elope with me, sirius and remus both thought it was funny) and remus was ready, in a suit that was probably more decorative than a wedding planner needed, but little did they know, he was probably underdressed

it was his wedding day after all

Remus went over to sirius, walking intentionally down the aisle as he did. It was on purpose yes, but everyone else didn't look twice as the ceremony had yet to start. silently, he gripped his wand and cued the music.

everyone turned to face remus in shock, sirius beamed, as a man should look on his wedding day. Cries of rage came from the black family as it clicked what was happening.

walburga black began to leap up, brandishing her wand but was stopped by an invisible force keeping her to the chair, and the chair to the floor. or ya know, a sticking charm

they'd figure out how to get it off eventually and he only needed a little bit of time anyways

being a wedding planner had perks

he reached the altar and grabbed sirius' hands.

The clergyman looked shook, but also suddenly understood the vague wording in his contract, shrugged, and went on with it

if remus was being honest, he didn't remember much of what the clergyman said, he didn't remember the cries of outrage from the black family

what he did remember was the look in sirius' eyes, the smile that was so large it threatened to come off his face, the tight, nervous grip of his hands

remus remembered that most of all

remus remembered hearing sirius say i do, tears in the old saps eyes, and then he remembered hearing it from himself

screams of protest and indignation sounded like music to his ears but then suddenly he heard clapping and cheers

he turned around in shock and saw that whatserface was in the aisle, in jeans and a hoodie, leading her family in appluase

*applause

as would later be explained to the black family. Remus had not taken an unbreakable vow to marry or love sirius for ever. neither of them could promise that. but what had happened however was meridith (as he learned her name was) and sirius had made an unbreakable vow to never marry eachother

turns out meredith was undeniably gay and had a girlfriend

and so in the confusion they were wed, and the blacks could do nothing of it, for worries of risk admitting they were beanboozled by a their heir and his husband, or worse that they had made the worst match in all of pureblood history with two incredible gay queens.

yet something gnawed at remus

one day, a year later, he went up to sirius

it was time, the secret didn't feel as warm and personal anymore

instead it felt dirty and aggressive, mean, harmful

he walked up to sirius

shit he was not crying, he was not crying but he started to speak

"i-i think it's time-time for you to know- and- and i just want- i just want to say to you, i love you so much, more than anything and imsosorry and"

"honey whats the matter, is this about your uh, 'furry little problem"

remus blinked

what

the heck

sirius couldn't help but chuckle

"darling you're hardly inconspicuous, ive known since we were 'dating"

remus couldn't help it, he bawled

sirius pulled him into his arms, tenderly holding him

"hey, hey, hey shh, hey, single full bloom roses, pink rose, rose leaf" i love you, i still love you, perfect happiness, please believe me, you may hope. Remus translated these automatically and allowed himself to finally feel content

THE END

-bonus- after the whole debacle purebloods thought twice about arranged marriages and let their kids be for a while, and so meredith took advantage of this and her girlfriend and her got married, (remus was the planner, they had all turned out to be quite good friends)

#wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #sirius #remus lupin #remus #walburga #walburga black #wedding planner au #arranged marriage au #au #hc #wedding #weddings #flower langage #fluff

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whaile · 7 years

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im thinking im gonna totally reimagine my oc bianca’s story

instead of the sixties, her heyday was.... the rococo period

#shh #apparently im incapable of writing mortal characters with normal lifespans #she's still an old lesbian in a big house #only now she saps the youth from others #and also clarisse is dead now sorry #my oc

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davidbyrnemspaint · 5 years

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shh....im...a sap

#super punch out #heike kagero #narcis prince #phone sketch #neike #shipping

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areyoureadyforsomemeatballz · 6 years

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You’ve Got Mail (4)

Summary: You find yourself falling for stranger on an anonymous messenger app created for students at your college. What happens when you discover that they’re not a stranger after all?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1900

Warnings: Some swearing. Two dumb asses in love.

A/N: We’re coming to a head my friends! I’m so excited to share this next part with you. Please, please, please let me know what you think! Talking with you guys and hearing your thoughts makes me ridiculously happy. This is part of my entry for @spideywhiteys 1000 follower challenge, go check Jem out.

Natasha leads you into a booth at the diner across from your apartment building. After the waiter drops your drinks off at the table she gives you an expectant look. You stir the straw around in your glass absentmindedly and take a deep breath. Your hands drop to the sticky table, avoiding her eyes.

“I want what you and Clint have.” You look up from your clasped hands. “Hell, I want what Bucky and Sam have. I want someone who knows me inside and out and loves me for it-”

Natasha reaches across the table for your hand and cuts you off. “Honey-”

“Nat, its fine. I’m fine. It’s just hard not to think about it when I’m surrounded by happy couples.”

She squeezes your hand softly. “We’re not always happy.”

“I know that,” you say. “No relationship is going to be perfect. But, in the end, you make it work and you can’t deny that you’re not happier with Clint in your life.”

Her eyes soften, and she nods her head. “He’s my everything.”

You smile at her. “I kinda met someone.”

Her eyes go wide, and she grips your hand again, tighter this time. “What? When? Are they hot? Have you slept together?” She pauses briefly, and her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline. “Oh my god, was it Tony’s app?”

Your cheeks heat up and you busy yourself with the menu in front of you. “Yeah, it was the fucking app,” you whisper. “God, I feel so stupid.”

She tugs the menu away from your face. “One, you get the same thing every time we come here. Two, why do you feel stupid? Who cares how you met someone?”

“We’ve never actually met,” you mumble.

“Come again?”

“I’ve never actually met him. I don’t even know his name.”

Natasha’s jaw drops and her brows furrow. “How long has this been going on?”

“Since the night of the release party.”

“That was weeks ago,” she shouts, much to the annoyance of the couple in the booth behind yours. The old woman whips her head around to glare daggers at the two of you.

You clap your hand over her mouth with wide eyes. “Natty shh. I know!”

You drop your hand from her face when you’re sure she won’t yell again. “I didn’t even know you were still using it! I figured you stopped as soon as I talked to Clint. I mean that was the deal, right?”

You nod your head and pull out your phone. “Yeah, but I got attached.” Your head drops onto the table with a quiet bang. “I really like him, Natasha.”

“I’m not seeing the issue? Besides you not telling me ‘till now.”

“I don’t even know him! What if he’s a serial killer? What if he’s a terrible frat guy?”

She rolls her eyes at you and presses against your forehead, forcing you to sit up. “You’ve been talking for over a month, I think you’re a pretty good judge of character. So, when are you meeting him?”

“Do you think I should?”

“Do you think you shouldn’t?”

“You’re not being helpful,” you whine.

“You’re the only one that can decide if you should meet this guy,” she says. “Does he make you happy?”

“Yeah, yeah he does.”

The waiter comes back to take your orders and after Natasha launches into a story about one of her coaches. You set your phone off to the side, not noticing the vibration signaling a new message. Once you’re home you unlock your phone, grinning at the screen when you realize you have an unread text from your mystery man.

CaptainDumbass: OH MY GOD

ActualWitch: ???

ActualWitch: Are you okay

CaptainDumbass: It took you like a year to respond

ActualWitch: I haven’t had my phone all morning

ActualWitch: Why were you freaking out?

CaptainDumbass: OH YEAH

CaptainDumbass: WAIT

CaptainDumbass: WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT

ActualWitch: you declared your undying love for me

CaptainDumbass: Yes

CaptainDumbass: Wait, no

CaptainDumbass: I…

ActualWitch: Im messing with you gramps

CaptainDumbass: I do like you though

CaptainDumbass: But I didn’t mean to spring it on you like that

CaptainDumbass: I was in kind of a weird place

ActualWitch: But you still like me?

CaptainDumbass: Yes

ActualWitch: We’re on the same page then

ActualWitch: I like you too

CaptainDumbass: I thought it was a dream that I told you

ActualWitch: Are you okay?

CaptainDumbass: Yeah

CaptainDumbass: I just had a rough night

CaptainDumbass: Is that too vague?

ActualWitch: A bit?

CaptainDumbass: I was confused about my feelings and one of my friends decided it would be a good idea to get really drunk

CaptainDumbass: but not so much

ActualWitch: I think we’ve all been there

CaptainDumbass: I don’t regret it though

CaptainDumbass: I think it would have taken me a lot longer to get the courage to tell you

ActualWitch: You don’t even regret the hangover?

CaptainDumbass: I don’t even regret the hangover…

CaptainDumbass: not if it means you know how I feel

ActualWitch: you’re a fucking sap

ActualWitch: I wish I could bring you coffee or painkillers or something...

CaptainDumbass: is that your way of saying you want to meet me?

CaptainDumbass: because I’d love nothing more

CaptainDumbass: … Please answer

CaptainDumbass: I take it back

CaptainDumbass: I’m so sorry

ActualWitch: I literally didn’t answer for thirty secods

CaptainDumbass: Are you still mocking me?

CaptainDumbass: OR DID YOU MAKE A MISTAKE?!?!?!

CaptainDumbass: GRANDMA!

ActualWitch: Why do I want to meet you again?

CaptainDumbass: You want to meet me?

ActualWitch: I was trying to say that and then you had a small meltdown

CaptainDumbass: When are you free?

ActualWitch: Tuesday night?

CaptainDumbass: I have class then

CaptainDumbass: Wednesday?

ActualWitch: Class :(

CaptainDumbass: What about tonight?

CaptainDumbass: Is that too soon??

ActualWitch: I mean that works for me

CaptainDumbass: There’s a little coffee shop on main, does that work

ActualWitch: Are you talking about Val’s??

CaptainDumbass: Yes?

CaptainDumbass: Have you been there?

ActualWitch: I might be in love with you….

ActualWitch: VALS IS MY LIFE

CaptainDumbass: Well then

CaptainDumbass: See you tonight

ActualWitch: Look for the girl with the roses

CaptainDumbass: Oh smart. So I know its you

ActualWitch: I WAS KIDDING

ActualWitch: Oh my godddddddddddddddddd

ActualWitch: See you tonight dummy

You toss your phone down and notice a draft of one of Steve’s assignments on your desk that he must’ve left after your last study session. You squeeze your eyes closed and lean back against your bed. You’d been able to push Steve out of your thoughts all morning, but now he was at the forefront of your mind. You push yourself up off the bed and scoop his work up. You march down the hall to his door and take a breath before tapping on the door.

Steve swings the door open and his eyes light up briefly as he takes in the sight of you. The circles under his eyes seem darker and he leans against the doorframe with a quirked brow. “I uh- I missed you at breakfast,” his voice is rough as if he hasn’t spoken all day. “You and Nat- we missed you and Nat this morning.”

You shrug your shoulders and your lips quirk up. “Sorry, Stevie. We weren’t feeling up for it.”

Steve runs his hand over the back of his head and his cheeks dusted with a blush. “Oh, did you end up going out last night?”

Your nose crinkles and you shake your head. “I would’ve texted.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know what forget I said anything.” You thrust the stack of papers in your hand into his chest. “You left these at my place.”

You spin on your heel to leave, but Steve’s hand closes around your wrist. “What are we doing?”

“Well, I was trying to go back to my apartment.”

Steve groans and drops your hand. “You know that’s not what I meant!”

“I don’t know what to say, Steve.”

“You don’t have to say anything, I just miss my best friend.”

Your eyes dart down to your feet. “I miss you too.”

He tugs you toward his chest and you breathe in deeply as you settle against him. Steve nuzzles his nose into your hair, making you laugh. The two of you stay wrapped in each other’s arms until you hear approaching footsteps. You are torn as you step away from him.

“Are you busy right now?

You look down at your phone and notice that you need to head to Val’s soon. You look back up and can’t deny Steve’s pleading eyes. “I uh- No. No, I’m not busy. Why?”

Steve nods his head toward his door with a small smile. “Do you want to come watch movies with me? I’ll even get Chinese food from that shit-hole down the street.”

“Excuse you, that ‘shit-hole’ is so much better than the place you like.”

Steve’s smile grows and leads you into his place, grabbing your favorite blanket and getting you settled on the couch. “I’m going to go order the food. Pick whatever you want to watch, okay?”

Steve retreats to the kitchen and you glance behind you quickly. You open up the Campus Chat app to cancel your plans for the evening.

ActualWitch: Please don’t hate me

CaptainDumbass: I could never?

CaptainDumbass: Oh shit….

CaptainDumbass: Something came up can we reschedule?

ActualWitch: Yes!

ActualWitch: That’s why I texted you

Actual Witch: My friend is having a crisis

CaptainDumbass: Same here.

ActualWitch: When do you want to switch to

CaptainDumbass: What about this time next week?

ActualWitch: 5 next Saturday?

CaptainDumbass: works for me

ActualWitch: okay

ActualWitch: That’s a long time to wait…

You hear Steve puttering around the kitchen and turn back to your phone waiting for a response. Steve’s voice fills the apartment as he calls in your order and you snatch up the remote to find a movie before he gets back. He flops on the couch next to you, resting his head on your thigh.

“What took you so long in there?”

A blush dusts his cheeks as he looks up at you. “I had to send a quick text.”

Your smile falls for a split second, but you school your features before Steve sees. “Oh, to that girl you’ve been talking to?”

He nods his head in your lap and you decide to drop the conversation. As you continue the search for a movie you can feel Steve’s eyes on you. He sits up to help you look and you pass him the remote.

“I have to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” You stand quickly and retreat, hoping that a break will let the tension out of the room.

Steve watches as you rush to the bathroom with a small frown on his face. He pulls his phone out and his frown drops when he notices a new message on Campus Chat.

CaptainDumbass: Absence makes the heart grow fonder

Your phone buzzes on the coffee table right after he sends the message. Steve’s eyes widen, and he reaches for your phone. He drops his hand, rethinking his action, and instead unlocks his phone again.

CaptainDumbass: …

Another buzz sounds from the table.

CaptainDumbass: Hey

Another buzz.

Steve plucks your phone off the table and his eyes dart down the hallway. He unlocks your phone and his heart stops when he sees a very familiar text thread. Steve drops your phone as if it had bitten him and all the color drains from his face. He was fucked.

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merrilldidnothingwrong · 6 years

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Tagged by @justhanderspositive

My main 3 fandoms: 1. Dragon Age

2. mass effect (yeah i know same company shh)

3. skyrim??? idk id say marvel but l m a o

The first character you loved: 1. alistair

2. kaidan

3. duncan

The character you never expected to love so much: 1. Anders (I just fucking love him so much)

2. Zevran (i was distracted by alistair at first lol)

3. Fenris (i have a tendency to rush through games, i didnt know to recruit him, and i was always pro mage. i never hated him but i didnt quite know what to make of him)

The character you relate to most: 1. anders (i have a deep level of disgust for oppressors and have no interest in hearing about how some are good, im damn sarcastic, intense, and also traumatized)

2. kaidan (hes always trying to figure things out, kinda awkward, tries to see the best in people, transparent, loyal)

3. alistair (trying so hard to fight against a life i dont want, lonely, feeling unwanted all his life, just trying to do the right thing and find my place where i feel useful and wanted)

The character you’d slap: 1. cullen (he just, really needs it, he got away with too much)

2. arl eamon (come on, did you HAVE to treat alistair that way? NO, you didnt)

3. elthina (you did nothing to help suffering people, you deserve it)

Three favourite characters (in order of preference): 1. anders (i love everything about him good and bad. i know he has flaws and im not immune to them, hes imperfect but hes just.......... awesome)

2. kaidan (he wears his heart on his sleeve. funny, kind, open, cares deeply about people)

3. dorian (brave, funny (dry/sarcastic/petty), i love that hes guarded and self boasting, like thats just so /him/. hes got past hurts but tryin so hard to get past it and like not let it define him. secretly a lovey dovey sap who loves varrics novels)

A character you liked at first but don’t anymore: 1. cullen (yeah i really did like him, before i played da2, and i saw/heard the shit he saw about mages and how he did NOT atone)

2. cassandra (shes an awesome powerful character but too pro chantry and didnt do enough to help mages in dai, esp after her personal quest)

3. aveline (piss poor guard and got too many people killed and too stubborn to see how she was wrong for coddling her people and ignoring injustices in and around the city)

A character you did not like at first but do now: 1. fenris (i seriously didnt know how to play these games lmao like you could sit and talk to them and get to know them. hes rough around the edges but as he warms up you hear more about him and hes just.... so great)

2. josephine (i knew she was kind and sweet but her job having to work with nobles so UGH. but its just a job and she is the best and i love her (romance)

3. sten (it took me a while to figure out how to befriend him, bc i like talking (he doesnt lol) and once i did, omg bff)

Three OTPs: 1. handers (hawke/anders)

2. shenko (shepard/kaidan)

3. pavellan (dorian/trevlyan)

tagging: @whenthewallscamedown (if youve forgiven me for that post i messaged you) @chaoticgaydisaster @starkhavener @commander-msheeeenko @sansahawke @sco-ob @kadara-skies @handraste @numphet

#tagged stuff #oh this was more difficult than i thought!!#ty for the tag #personal stuff #5 #dont @ me with hatemail pls just my opinions lol

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ithinkthe4thkindisabuttthing · 7 years

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@elevenbrokenlights ;; happy birthday, my dear! I really wanted to write something for you but I’m still in deep writer’s block, so have some college-years domestic crap. I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday!! Sorry I couldn’t write you something proper. T_T

Bill was a restless sleeper. Eddie groaned in frustration as Bill rolled into him for at least the 50th time that night. It wasn’t usually this bad, but Bill tended to get more restless if he was stressed about something. Eddie tried to be understanding – it wasn’t like Bill did it on purpose – but it was hard when he was so tired. Eddie gently pushed at Bill’s sleeping form, trying to get him to move just a bit.

“Come on, Bill, I need sleep,” Eddie whispered, and Bill made a small sleepy sound as he flung his arm over Eddie’s form. Eddie tried to lean back, but Bill effortlessly pulled the smaller boy into his chest. “Bill!” Eddie whisper-yelled, pushing at Bill’s chest in a futile attempt to escape.

Eddie startled as Richie curled up suddenly against his back. Richie threw his arm over both Eddie and Bill, and nuzzled his face into Eddie’s hair. “Just go with it, Eds,” Richie mumbled in his gravelly, tired voice.

“Easy for you to say,” Eddie complained. “Bill’s gonna end up on top of me if I let him. Get off me, Rich.”

“Shh,” Richie hushed him, “Go to sleep, babe. I’ll shove ‘im off the bed if he tries anything.”

Eddie huffed softly but he was really too tired to argue. His eyes were trying to close against his will. “I hate sharing a bed with you two,” he grumbled stubbornly.

“No you don’t,” Richie countered. Eddie could hear the smile in Richie’s voice, and he had to let it go.

It didn’t take long for Richie to start snoring softly, and Eddie was lulled to sleep by the familiar sound. Bill’s restless sleeping didn’t wake Eddie again.

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Richie woke up alone the next morning. There was a disoriented moment when he wasn’t sure where he was, but it settled in as he realized he was on the wrong side of the bed. He remembered spooning up against Eddie the night before; he must have rolled to Bill’s side of the bed when the two of them got up.

Richie rolled to the other side of the bed, reaching on the bedside table for his glasses. It took a second to find them, but he slipped them on and looked to the alarm clock. 7:43. Bill and Eddie woke up around 7, but Eddie always turned off the alarm clock quickly so it wouldn’t wake Richie. Richie didn’t take morning classes at the University of Maine like they did.

Figuring his boyfriends were probably still home, Richie got out of bed instead of lingering for awhile. The room was too small for the king-sized bed they all shared, but Richie was used to the way he had to hug walls and furniture to get through the room. There wasn’t much else in their room. Their bed was only on a metal frame with no headboard; they had two blankets, a red and a blue one; they had about 7 pillows, but most of them were Richie’s. The only other things in the room were Richie’s bedside table, which had been Eddie’s once, and the laundry hamper next to the closet. The closet was filled with some of their clothes and shoes, but Richie bypassed that for now. He slept in his underwear and really had no issue wandering through the apartment in the same.

The bedroom opened up into their kitchen, which was where Bill and Eddie were making breakfast. Bill and Eddie were both dressed and ready to go. Eddie was in his casual clothes – jeans, a yellow t-shirt, sneakers – but Bill was dressed up in a neatly ironed button-down shirt and black slacks. It took Richie a few tired moments to remember that Bill had a presentation in one of his classes today.

Bill was talking Eddie through cooking bacon. Eddie was getting better at cooking but he still wasn’t very confident with it; he hadn’t known how to boil water when they first moved in, as his mom had never let him cook a single thing in his childhood home. Bill was in charge of toast apparently, as the toaster was in use and there were a few buttered pieces of toast on a plate beside it.

“Morning,” Richie finally said, getting their attention immediately. Bill gave him an affectionate smile and Eddie scowled, probably at Richie’s state of undress. Richie pretended not to notice as he moved to steal a piece of toast.

“You’re up early,” Bill commented. He kissed Richie’s cheek and let Richie take the toast.

Richie leaned against the counter beside the food, smiling. “I could sense my little housewives waiting for me.”

“You’ll get dressed if you want me to cook anything for you,” Eddie replied firmly. He let the housewife comment go. When they’d first moved in together, those stupid comments had driven Eddie crazy, but it’d been almost a year and Eddie was learning to try and ignore it.

“I know I’m hard to resist, but try, Eds. I wouldn’t want to make you late for class.” Richie winked at Eddie, and Eddie turned his attention back to the cooking bacon.

“Don’t tease him so early in the morning,” Bill prompted lightly. He took the toast from Richie with ease and took a bite, then handed it back. “Eat your toast and get dressed. I’ll get breakfast together for you before we go.”

“Only cause you asked so nicely,” Richie conceded. He thought Bill stealing his toast was a bit funny. He took a big bite of the toast and talked with his mouth full. “But I want eggs.”

“You’re gross.”

“You’re beautiful,” Richie countered. Bill gave him an indulgent smile, and Richie felt the butterflies in his stomach waking up. The fact that Bill could still give him butterflies from something so simple was absolutely ridiculous, but Richie swallowed the food and kissed Bill quickly on the lips. “Eggs,” Richie prompted again before heading to the living room.

Richie made quick work of the toast before he went through the dresser for clothes. Their dresser didn’t fit in their bedroom, so the long piece of furniture had become their tv stand. There were enough clothes in the bedroom closet to get dressed in there if they needed, but most of Richie’s favorite clothes were in the living room. He tossed each piece of clothing on the couch behind him as he found them – a blue t-shirt, jeans, underwear, a pair of Bill’s socks since Richie didn’t see any of his own. Then Richie stripped naked and went about the task of getting dressed.

When Richie returned to the kitchen, Eddie was done with the bacon and was getting plates from the cabinet. Bill was at the stove cooking up scrambled eggs. Richie had a brief surreal instant where he was totally in love with them. Why didn’t he wake up early more often? Watching his boyfriends move around the kitchen was totally normal domestic stuff, and for some reason it made Richie’s heart beat faster.

The instant passed, and Richie silently told himself he was turning into a sap. He accepted it, and moved to help Eddie with the plates. Eddie accepted the help, but he frowned up at Richie. “Did you put your underwear in the hamper?”

“Yes, mom,” Richie lied. He’d left his sleep-clothes on the floor in the living room. “How’d you sleep last night?”

Eddie knew Richie was changing the subject on purpose and his frown deepened, but he answered anyway. “It was okay after we cuddled up. Bill must’ve calmed down.”

“Sorry,” Bill said sheepishly from the stove. Eddie had already filled him in on his sleeping self’s actions the night before. “I guess I’m just stressed about this presentation.”

“Not your fault, Bill,” Eddie reassured. Richie looked between them, but Eddie drew his attention back quickly. “Go put the plates on the table, would you?” Richie leaned forward to kiss Eddie, startling the smaller boy, but Eddie scrambled back after the briefest touch of lips. “You haven’t brushed your teeth yet!”

Richie shrugged, smiling easily. “Can you blame me, Eds? You look so cute.”

“Shut up, Rich,” Eddie complained, but he could feel his cheeks heating up a bit with a blush. He quickly pushed by Richie before Richie could notice. “Go set the table, I’m gonna throw your clothes in the hamper.”

Richie laughed at that, but he did what Eddie wanted him to. There was a small alcove off the kitchen where their kitchen table lived, except it wasn’t really a kitchen table at all. It was a plastic patio table with metal folding chairs, but it did the job.

Bill joined him soon after, dumping eggs straight from the pan onto Richie’s plate. He put the pan in the sink and returned with plates of bacon and toast. Bill served out the food as Richie sat down. Richie personally thought serving plates were just extra dishes, but Bill and Eddie had their own way of doing things so Richie let them do it, even though cleaning dishes was Richie’s primary chore.

Breakfast was a nice, quiet affair. Richie rarely ate breakfast with his boyfriends, but he enjoyed watching their habits. Eddie returned and kissed Bill on the cheek before he sat down. Bill and Eddie talked about boring daily things as they ate – what traffic might be like today, did Eddie want to meet after their first classes, what were they going to do for lunch today – and Richie let them talk it out. Richie played footsie with them in turn, but neither of them snapped at him to stop. Bill smiled slightly at his turn, and Eddie tried not to smile and failed.

When it was over, Richie was sad to see them go, but Bill kissed him goodbye and Eddie only hesitated a few seconds before doing the same.

#elevenbrokenlights #@elevenbrokenlights #tozenbrak #it #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #reddie #bichie #kaspbrough #tag: my writing

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