Insane That Every Time We Learn Something New About The Behind The Scenes Production Of Loki, Its The

‘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆’ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

as requested by a truly lovely nonnie who just made me so absurdly happy over the idea of like, having written a series of these?? i don’t know why, it just made me smile like an eejit for weeks, and so i really really hope these are what you were looking for!! if not, i will happily accept the knowledge that they might make someone happy or that someone might find them useful in the future! i hope you’re all safe and sound, go drink some water, and DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST!! okay, thank you, i love you all! bon appetit!

[ INVITE ]:     sender invites the receiver to join them on the dance floor.

[ HAND ]:     sender extends a hand to the receiver, wordlessly asking for a dance.

[ TWIRL ]:     sender lifts their arm while dancing with the receiver, encouraging them to twirl while they dance.

[ LOCK ]:     while dancing together, sender initiates and maintains prolonged, intense eye-contact with the receiver.

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance.

[ POSITION ]:     sender rearranges the receiver’s hands to the correct, albeit more intimate position ( i.e. on their waist, hips, hands, etc. )

[ STEP ]:     sender steps on the tops of the receiver’s shoes while dancing so as to avoid any mistakes, and let the more experienced receiver lead the way.

[ STEPPED ]:     sender beckons for the receiver to step on the tops of the sender’s shoes before they dance, so as to let the more experienced sender lead the way.

[ WAIST ]:     sender rests a hand on the receiver’s waist as they dance together.

[ CHEEK ]:     sender draws the receiver in closer while they dance, until they’re dancing cheek-to-cheek.

[ HAIR ]:     while dancing together, sender buries their face into the receiver’s hair. (for muses with shorter hair, the sender might run their hands through their hair instead!)

[ DIP ]:     sender guides the receiver into an elegant, graceful dip, lowering them down while keeping a steady hand supporting them against their lower back.

[ BEHIND ]:     sender dances with the receiver while standing behind them.

[ DISCUSS ]:     sender pulls the receiver up for a dance in order to have a private conversation away from the crowds.

[ ESCAPE ]:     sender pulls the receiver up to the dance floor in an effort to dance across the floor and over to the main exit, as part of a spontaneous escape plan.

[ AVOID ]:     sender brings the receiver to dance with them in order to avoid a source of unwanted attention (aimed at the sender).

[ SAVE ]:     sender rescues the receiver from a source of unwanted attention by inviting them up to the dance floor to dance together.

[ OVER ]:     sender, while dancing with the receiver, suddenly lifts them up over their head. ( LIKE THIS! )

[ HUM ]:     sender begins to gently hum a tune for them and the receiver to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SING ]:     sender begins to sing a song for the receiver and themselves to dance to while in an empty, quiet room.

[ SILENCE ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together in perfect silence.

[ RADIO ]:     sender and receiver begin to dance together while listening to a song on the radio.

[ TEACH ]:      sender offers to teach the receiver how to dance properly.

[ STUMBLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, sender trips over, stumbling into the receiver in the process.

[ TOPPLE ]:     while dancing with the receiver, the sender trips over, colliding with the receiver and causing both of them to fall over in the process.

[ GUIDE ]:     sender, while in the process of teaching the receiver how to dance, slowly steers them through the motions of a dance while alone together.

[ STEADY ]:     sender catches the receiver and steadies them after they make an accidental misstep while dancing together.

[ UP ]:     sender briefly lifts the receiver up in the air while spinning during a dance together.

[ BACK ]:     sender slowly lowers their hand until it’s resting against the receiver’s lower back while they’re dancing together.

[ CHEST ]:     sender rests their head against the receiver’s chest while they’re dancing together.

[ FIRST ]:     sender and receiver share their very first dance together.

[ WEDDING ]:     sender and receiver share their first dance together as a married couple.

[ KITCHEN ]:     sender and receiver dance together in the kitchen.

[ OUTSIDE ]:     sender and receiver dance together while outside.

[ UNDERCOVER ]:     sender and receiver dance together on a crowded dance floor in order to preserve their undercover identities while on a mission together.

consent is sexy ! - includes a mix of povs

can i help you out of that?

do you want this, too?

how do you like this?

how do you want it?

can we try something new?

keep doing that.

does that sound good to you?

please touch me.

what if i [insert act here]? would you like that?

you like that, don’t you?

i’d love to try that. what do you think?

hold on to this if you want me to keep going.

drop this if you want to stop.

show me what you like.

may i..?

do you want to be inside me?

do you want to feel how [hard/wet] i am for you?

wanna go down on me?

can i go down on you?

is this okay?

are you okay?

i want to kiss you. can i kiss you?

we can stop if you need to, okay?

please don’t stop.

can i kiss you here?

please kiss me there.

i’m so turned on right now.

i love when you do that.

i can’t get enough of you.

tell me how much you like this.

tell me what you want.

hey, i need you to look at me and tell me if you’re okay.

can you touch me like this?

can we try this tonight?

i won’t do this unless you want it.

you can kiss me.

please kiss me.

please touch me.

are you into this?

you look like you need to stop, do you?

i need to take a breath.

you don’t have to be gentle with me.

can i watch?

i just want to kiss right now.

i don’t really want to do anything tonight.

is it okay if we don’t tonight?

do we need a break? 

are you still okay? 

does this feel good?

i can take more.

more, please.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷responses to "i love you."

@celestialwrites for more

☆ "no, you don't."

☆ "tell me that when you get off the morphine, darling."

☆ “is this some kind of prank?”

☆ “do you love me? or do you just love the idea of me?”

☆ “ten years too late on that one, love.”

☆ “sure.”

☆ dead silence. you could hear a pencil drop.

☆ “i love (other character name)”

☆ “i love you too.”

☆ “fucking finally!”

☆ “i love me too.”

☆ “damn.”

☆ “i’ve been in love with you for 5 years, thanks for finally catching up.”

☆ “oh. okay. cool.”

☆ “uh, one question, why?”

☆ “cool!”

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YOU’LL ALWAYS BE MINE

PAIRINGS: Wanda Maximoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,475

WARNINGS: angst, cheating, divorce, depression, fluff, mind manipulation, the hex being created, pregnancy, kinda dark, think that’s all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Wanda hummed as the flavors hit her taste buds, her eyes directed at you as she smiled warmly.

“How do you like the dinner, sweetheart?” You grinned beneath the fork inside your mouth, instantly returning your lips back to a thin line when her eyes left you.

“Well, I hope you’d like it, I spent many hours prepping this.” She chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze from across the table. You still didn’t utter a word, she was growing concerned.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You shrugged, nervously playing with your food as you bit the inside of your cheek, a habit you started and failed to stop, much to Wanda’s liking.

“C’mon, you can talk to me, that’s what I’m here for.” You looked up, noticing her intense gaze that showed she knew exactly what you were going to say.

“You still haven’t signed the papers.” Her body tensed, her eyes shutting as she sighed. Her hand balled into a tight fist as she continued to eat. She could see you were lacking the ring on your finger, the sight making her want to crawl into a corner and cry her eyes out. There was no way out of this, she realized, so she had to make one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“My fucking God, Wanda,” You slammed your hands down, standing as you paced urgently. She refused to look, instead finding her meal all the more interesting.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? You can’t sign some fucking papers, really? This marriage has been ruined the moment you slept with that tramp.” The realization made her throat tighten, tears nearly ready to spill from her loopy eyes.

“I told you it was a mistake, it meant nothing-”

“That doesn’t stop the fact that it happened, Wanda! Do you think it’s easy for me to have to live here daily? To see you and constantly be reminded of what you did? I worked so hard to even convince myself I was worthy of you, and you go and do this?” She cowered down, wiping her hands on the small cloth in her lap while you stared at her, nostrils flared and eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sorry doesn’t fix what you did-”

“God, will you let me fucking speak?” She yelled, growing frustrated with the constant interruption. You didn’t refute, instead placing your hands on your hips as you waited for her voice to return.

“I told you, I was drunk and she looked so much like you. We were fighting, I was upset, you were too, so I went out and got wasted to the point I could barely walk. I saw her there and I…I let her take me home, but when I woke up I- I realized what I did and I knew I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.” You already heard the story before, the same one that haunted you in your dreams. You imagined someone else being able to hear the moans she promised were only for you, it made you violently ill.

“I made a promise to you, and I plan to keep it. I will never, and I mean never, touch a drink again. I won’t even look in another woman’s direction because I don’t need to when I have my wife right in front of me. My perfect, breathtaking, loving wife that I care for so much.” She wrapped her arms around your waist as she dropped to her knees, placing her forehead against your thigh.

“Please, baby, I don’t know how many times I have to apologize before you forgive me, but I’ll continue to tell you for the rest of my life.” She placed small kisses against the covered skin, feeling the warmth that you supplied, the same warmth that brought her comfort at night. Now it brought her shame and guilt, but she’d rather carry that burden for the rest of her life than lose you for even a moment.

“I don’t want to have to be reminded of what you did for the rest of my life, Wanda. I’m constantly having someone down my ear telling me how terrible you are, and how I should never forgive you. For fucks sake, even our friends have told me to leave you! How am I going to look them in the eye again knowing all they see is someone who’s too gullible to even leave their cheating wife?” You sobbed, and the look on your face only brought misery to the woman. You seemed so lost, so exhausted, and she was the cause.

“I know, I know, and none of this is fair to you, and I’m so sorry I caused this-”

“Stop saying sorry. Please, I can’t do this.” You begged, your voice cracking as you drew more emotions.

“But I mean it! I never want you to feel like I don’t want you because I want you more than anything. I need you, Y/N, I need you in my life.” It was true, she didn’t know how to properly function without you. You were the only one who kept her going, you were the one who held her when she felt like she couldn’t stand. When she was ready to give up, she had you holding her back. Without you, she’d be nothing.

“You say you need me, but you don’t consider what I need. And what I need is for you to let me go, and sign the papers.” You wanted to give in, to fall into her embrace and let her make it up to you. But you couldn’t, your mind would never let you forget the scene you walked in on. And maybe you’d still remember it vividly without her, but at least you wouldn’t have to be in the exact place it happened with the person who did it. At least you could move on and find someone who wouldn’t hurt you like this, intoxicated or not.

“No- no, I won’t do it.” Tear stains painted your shirt from where her head rested, you knew you’d have to throw this out sooner than later.

“Wanda, please, just do it.” You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing yourself to ignore her pleas.

“But-”

“I’m begging you, Wanda. If you truly loved me, you’d want me to be happy.” She rushed towards you when you tried to escape her tight hold.

“You’re happier with me-”

“I can’t be happy with you, not when I can’t stop thinking about what you did. It ruined me, Wands, and it continues to haunt me every breathing moment.” The nickname brought a crack to her rotting heart. Her body felt like it was decaying the more you pulled away and the more she tried to hold on.

“You’re going to sign the papers. And then I’ll be gone. This is best for the both of us, you’ll learn to live without me.” She felt as though she was going to be sick, why were you still denying her? She couldn’t let you go. No, she couldn’t.

You leaned down to her level, moving the hair that covered her face out of the way. You cupped her cheeks, smiling sadly as her sobs caused her hands to shake lightly. She reached out hopefully, copying your action and bringing herself closer.

“Can I- can I have one last kiss, at least?” You looked down, sighing as you shook your head before returning her gaze.

“If I kiss you, I don’t think either of us will be able to stop.”

“That’s not a bad thing, is it?” You chuckled, and it felt like music to her ears. She smiled warmly, even though her chest tightened and her breath cut short.

“I love you, Wanda, I always will. Maybe we were just never meant to be, and that’s okay. But if I don’t let you go now, I’ll never be able to be happy.” But you could’ve been meant to be, she realized. You could’ve been the best, most loving couple. Your kids would’ve grown up in a healthy, safe household full of love. But that all came to an end when that night left her hopeless, she pleaded with God constantly to rid her actions but they were never heard.

“I love you too, Y/N, and I want you to be happy, I just wish I could’ve been the reason.”

“You were.” The past tense was what caused her body to crash into yours. She lost all control as your arms brought her a sense of comfort she lacked for so long.

“I’m sorry I failed you.”

In a few months, the divorce was being settled and you officially moved out. You had been staying with a friend for some time, and she was more than happy to help you out. She had been in a similar situation before, so it was clear what she had to do when she saw you standing on her front porch. Wanda thought she would be able to see you when you would gather your stuff from her place, but a multitude of your friends went instead, all of them giving glares to the older woman as she refused to look at the empty home. It seemed wrong without your stuff here, and all she had were pictures of the two of you that she couldn’t remove.

She felt hopeless as time progressed, and the lack of messages or calls from you only made time move slower. Every day felt like a decade as she failed to execute basic human needs. She often struggled to get out of bed or brush her teeth, and now it’s been two days since she last showered. She wondered how you were, she hoped you weren’t in such a horrid state like herself. But a part of her also hoped you were, just so she knew you still cared.

Eventually, it all became too much. She hadn’t slept in her bed in over a year, the constant reminder that another laid where you once were disgusted her. The couch had become her home, but even the couch seemed to shame her. Her favorite movies didn’t feel the same without you laughing with her. The sitcoms she loved so much now annoyed her; she had changed completely, and it was all her fault.

She couldn’t hold it back anymore, she broke. Her small, empty home in the town of Westview became full once again. She didn’t know what happened. One moment she was sobbing uncontrollably while huddling close to the stuffed animal she had won for you on your first date, then the plain walls filled with hope. Her heart slowly gained a beat, and her hands felt warm again. She stood in front of a door, her fist finding the wood and creating a small knock.

“It’s open!” She heard, and she stopped in her tracks. It was you, it was your angelic voice that was slowly fading from her mind. She gulped fearfully before twisting the knob, letting her legs take control as she stepped forward.

“Love, you’re home!” You greeted with a smile, turning to face her as Wanda’s eyes fell on the toddler being held in your arms. She had the same hair as Wanda, and while it wasn’t easy to spot from so far away, she could see her green, piercing eyes looking back at her. The child giggled and pointed her chubby finger her way, causing a smile to break out on her face.

“Everything alright, sweetie?” You asked when she didn’t move, her mouth agape and her hands nearly releasing the briefcase she held.

“Yes…everything is just perfect, my love.” She mustered out, rushing towards your figure and embracing you in a tight hold. The replica of her was left with a small kiss to her forehead before she took her into her arms, blowing raspberries on her exposed tummy. Alana giggled again, and it felt like Wanda’s ear would explode. She felt like she was dreaming, only this wasn’t the nightmare she fought with every night. No, this time you were here to cure her.

“Momma!” She heard from a distance, seeing a young boy running to greet her. He hugged her leg tightly, causing Wanda to stumble before she leaned down, ruffling his hair before she gave him a small side hug, the baby in her arms restricting her from embracing him as much as she wanted to.

“Hey, kiddo! How was your day?”

“It was amazing! Me, Mommy, and Alana made dinner!” She gasped, showing her appreciation towards the excited boy before he ran off to the kitchen as she requested. He was still too young to carry his little sister, so she continued to do so.

“And hello to you, my sweet baby.” Wanda placed a small kiss against your stomach, placing her hand against the bump and rubbing her thumb in small, soothing circles.

“Have they been giving you any trouble today?” She asked, resulting in a small sigh from your end.

“They’ve been kicking all day. I swear, if they’re not professional soccer players, I don’t know what else they’ll do.” Wanda laughed before leaving multiple pecks to your lips, grasping your hand in hers before leading you to the kitchen.

“Well, it’s only a few more months until they’ll be out of you, I know you can do it.” You stopped in your tracks, eyeing her and causing the taller woman to stall. Nobody wanted to see you angry, especially when you were pregnant.

“First of all, I don’t see you carrying two demons in your stomach, so I’d shut up if I were you. And, second of all, this is the third time I’m doing this, you are no longer allowed to go without a condom.” She placed her hand on her chest as if she was offended and you grinned, leaving a kiss on her cheek before walking through the kitchen door where your son laid out all the dishes for you four. You thanked him before he climbed onto his seat, still finding himself to be too short for the chairs you had. Wanda placed your daughter in the high chair before taking the seat next to her. You noticed her smiling large, her eyes being filled with more joy than usual.

“What’s got you all happy?” She admired the scene in front of her, Pietro Jr and Alana sitting peacefully, both of them sharing the genes she was blessed with. Her partner, smiling back at her while they carried her twins, she couldn’t have asked for anything more.

“Oh, nothing, I’m just thinking about how lucky I am to have all of you.” You blushed, tilting your head slightly as you bit your lip.

“Well, that’s never going to change, sweetheart.” ‘I’ll make sure of it’, she thought.

strange love - king!steve harrington x loser fem!reader

everybody wants to know… if we fucked on the bathroom sink.

18+ ONLY MINORS GO AWAY!

warnings: mean!dom steve, steve is a dick, public sex, light degradation kink, unprotected penetrative sex, cream pie, reader cries, angsty angst

based on strange love by halsey

thank you as always to my love @onegirlmanytales for beta reading this at like 1 am. 😘

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

You shouldn’t have come to this stupid party.

And you wouldn’t have, if Steve hadn’t practically begged you to make an appearance. It was only going to lead to more heartbreak for you, having to watch him flirt with every girl in the room. It would end with you going home alone, wondering why you weren’t good enough to be on his arm. But you went anyway, your heart outweighing the logical side of your brain. You even made sure to wear your best dress, hoping to catch his eye. But Steve didn’t look your way the entire night, and you felt defeated.

It wasn’t until a piece of notebook paper was tossed at your head, unraveling the crumpled page to find a few words written in his familiar script. Meet me in the bathroom - Steve. You immediately slip the note into your purse, finishing the few remaining sips of the drink in your cup before you make your way to the second floor. You knew the male's house far too well now, having found yourself in his bed more times than you liked to admit.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this, it was only meant to get back at your cheating asshole of an ex-boyfriend, Troy. You found him in bed with Vicki Carmichael, all because you weren’t ready to have sex with him. As much as it hurt you, part of you was incredibly relieved. Something wasn’t cliquing with the two of you, and deep down you didn’t want him to be your first. Troy and Steve were good friends, so it felt right to ask Steve to be the one to take your virginity. Telling yourself it would royally piss Troy off, but you’d always secretly had a crush on Steve since middle school. That was your real reason, not that you’d ever admit it.

Steve was extremely willing to grant your request, but what neither of you expected was that he would keep coming back for more. You had him wrapped around your finger, without even realizing it. But you both made a promise to keep the whole thing a secret, any plans of revenge being thrown out the window. Now that you weren’t dating Troy you had gone back to your quiet loser status, which you preferred anyway. But Steve couldn’t have that ruining his reputation, so you went along with it. But it didn’t stop the two of you from hooking up multiple times a week, which led you to the present moment.

Your breathing was labored, partially due to the hand covering your mouth. You could hear the bass of the music from outside the bathroom door, so there was no need to be extra quiet. But with Steve it was a necessity… especially in such a public place. With anyone who could press their ear to the door and figure out what was happening. You were bent over the bathroom sink, Steve fucking into you with such a ferocity it made your knees wobble. He had barely let the bathroom door shut before he was on you, tugging your panties down your legs.

“God you’re such a little tease you know that? Wearing this fucking dress, getting me all worked up.”

He’s growling in your ear, whimpering against his hand as he pounds into your cervix. Steve is gripping your hip so hard you know he’ll leave bruises behind, but the harsh action only turns you on more. Knowing how desperate he was to have you, made you putty in his hands. Your own hand is moving between your thighs, finding your bundle of nerves and circling it with your fingers. You glance into the mirror in front of you, watching his face as he continues to ram himself inside you. His honey brown hair sticking to his forehead, eyes meeting yours in the reflection. There’s a knowing smirk on his lips, as he watches you intensely.

“Hm, look at how pathetic you look already honey… letting me use you like a whore. But you like that don’t you? You like being my whore?”

You find yourself nodding, still unable to speak. Steve had fucked any coherent thoughts from you, seeing how ruined he had made you already. Mascara was streaming down your cheeks, looking at your fucked out reflection as he continues to pound into you from behind. Your eyes can't help but focus on him now, seeing how his mouth falls open groaning as you continue to pulse around his cock. He looked so pretty like this, and while you had witnessed it many times now— part of you still was so mesmerized by him. You can feel your orgasm bubbling up in your belly, continuing to rub your clit faster.

“S-Steve!!”

You cry out against his hand, his name muffled as your eyes roll back as your orgasm crashes over you. But Steve doesn’t let up his pace, your knees shaking as he fucks you even harder.

“I know you can cum harder than that honey, do it again.”

He nearly growls in your ear, dropping his hand from your mouth and knocking your own out of the way to continue to rub your overly sensitive clit. You’d barely come down from your first high before he has you barreling towards another one. Steve is hitting that sweet spot inside you with perfect precision. Your eyes meet once more in the reflection, that cocky look plastered on his face as you feel yourself falling over the edge again. Gripping the counter with one hand and covering your mouth with the other to muffle the scream that rips itself from your lungs. Your scream mixed with how much you’ve soaked his cock is enough for Steve to break, painting your inner walls with his release.

He finally stills his hips at your deepest point, in an attempt to keep his cum buried inside you. The thought makes you feel a little dizzy, as it was Steve’s secret way of marking you as his. Both of you attempting to catch your breath, the sounds of the party carrying on as if nothing had happened. Steve finally releases your hips, as you grip the counter to hold yourself up. You whimper as he slides out of you, suddenly feeling empty. The male is quick to tuck himself away in his jeans, roughly pulling your panties up your legs. You can feel his cum beginning to pool in the lacy material, the dirtiness of it making you flush more.

“Wait a few minutes before you come back downstairs, yeah?”

Is all he says before he’s slipping out of the bathroom, running a hand through his thick brown hair. The door closes softly, and that feeling of shame washes over you again. You shouldn’t be surprised by this, it always ended the same way each time. But you can’t stop the tears from flooding your vision, sitting down on the edge of the tub. You let the traitor tears fall for a few minutes before standing once more, trying to collect yourself before returning to the party. You cleaned up the mascara from your cheeks, fixing your hair before finally descending the stairs on shaky legs. Making your way back into the sea of people, what you find in the living room feels like a punch to the gut.

Steve is on the couch, another girl already straddling his lap with her tongue down his throat. You can only stand to watch for a moment, bolting out of the room and into the kitchen in search of another drink. Thankfully the kitchen was almost empty, except for a familiar brunette sipping on a soda. You don’t say anything to the male, grabbing a bottle of vodka and bringing the rim to your lips. Jonathan looks at you concerned, immediately rushing to your side in an attempt to get the bottle from you. You give him a dirty look before taking another swig, before he finally wrestles the bottle from you.

“Hey, that’s enough now. I think I should take you home.”

The only reason Jonathan was even there in the first place was to be your ride, he hated these parties. And he especially hated Steve Harrington. But he was your best friend, and he would’ve done anything for you. And right now anything consists of getting you home before you do something stupid. Jonathan sets the bottle on the counter before lightly setting his hand on your waist to guide you through the house to the front door. The vodka you had just chugged was starting to kick in, as you stumbled alongside him. What you didn’t notice in your drunken state though was a pair of honey eyes watching you from across the room, jaw clenched in jealousy as Jonathan helped you out into the warm summer night.

there will be a follow up part or two to this, don’t you worry.

thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 💞

tagging: @xxhellfirebunnyxx @lilthbunny @battymunson @tylevx @inourtownofhawkins @5tud10-54r4h @probablyin-bed

could you please write a jenna Ortega x fem!singer!reader where reader is in the hospital (nothing serious she just fainted) and r has the heartbeat monitor to monitor her heartbeat and maybe like when jenna walks in to see reader she does something like hug reader or kiss her on the cheek or accidentally get really close to her face etc and it makes readers heartbeat quicken and the heartbeat monitor basically calls r out on her crush on jenna

iron deficiency

a/n: this was fun to write hope you enjoy ❤️

warnings: none just fluff

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iron deficiency is what the doctors told you when you came round nothing serious, but they still wanted to monitor you till you got your tablets, you’d passed out in the middle of a busy restaurant and your dreading opening your phone you love your fans but sometimes they could be slightly overzealous.

there’s a commotion outside your room as jenna your best friend, and long time crush comes barrelling through the doors “y/n! y/n are you alright? i saw that you got taken away in an ambulance what happened” her voice is shrill worry evident in her expression, you smile “hey jen im ok i just passed out, doctors said it’s low iron” she stares “just passed out, you make that seem like it’s nothing” she huffs and sits in the plastic chair behind you “im glad your ok love” the heart monitor spikes

shit.

a smirk overtakes her face “you feeling ok, love, your hearts beating a little fast there” your expression morphs into one of horror as the beeping speeds up “uh yeah i just have a high resting” you both know it’s a blatant lie “oh so it’s not me? here i was getting exited” the smirk still hasn’t left her face “don’t get ahead of yourself ortega” she stands “yeah?” stepping closer and leaning forward till you can feel her warm breath on your face.

your breath hitches, heart monitor beeping furiously she hums “very high resting, baby” your heart almost leaps out your throat at the nickname but before you can respond her lips are on yours, you sigh into the kiss pulling her closer, you’re interrupted by a nurse rushing in “oh well i think im gonna take your heart monitor away, we got a code red” jenna laughs as you hide your face in your hands in embarrassment.

𝐉𝐁, 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐉𝐉 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘀_ 𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗽𝗮𝗱

𝘛𝘞, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦 + 𝘑𝘑'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘥

"Come on j, can we please watch a movie?" I ask him walking over to my bed.

"i would love too y/n but we have to finish your math so you don't get held back, your already failing" JJ says turning the chair that he's sitting on towards me

"please jj, it's one movie" i plead laying down on my bed

"how about this" he says walking towards me "we finish your math homework then you can pick whatever movie we watch, deal?"

"how about we watch a movie then we finish my homework" i say sitting up.

"You're not winning this argument sunshine" jj says picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

"jj!" i say slapping his back

"shit, y/n don't hit there on my back" jj says setting me down

"sorry jj" I said, kissing his cheek "your dad again?" He looks away and sits on the chair again. He shakes his head and pulls me to sit on his lap. "Just stop talking about it" jj says grabbing my pencil "let's just finish this then we can watch your movie yea?"

"yea" I say, grabbing the pencil and continuing my homework. jj puts his head on my shoulder and points out where i go wrong.

"There you go, you're finally done, now let's watch the movie you wanted to watch" jj says pressing his lips against my shoulder. I nod my head and stand up walking towards my bed.

"what movie are we watching" he says standing up walking towards my bed

"the mighty ducks, the first one though, you've never seen them before" i tell him laying down

"That's because I have no interest in those movies," jj says, putting his head on my stomach. I smile at him and run my fingers through his hair while turning on my laptop that sometimes doesn't turn on.

"They all look so young and since it's near the end we can see them-" I say but look down to see JJ asleep. I shake my head and get up to grab a glass of water. i go to the kitchen and see john b, kiara, sarah and pope talking

"y/n! just because your dating my best friend doesn't mean you get to keep him 24/7" john b tells me walking towards the kitchen

"this is the first time we hung out alone jb, you guys are always in the room making sure we don't do shit" i say taking a sip out of my water bottle

"what's that on your neck?" john b says going into protective brother mode and checking my neck out

"birthmark dumbass, and if i were to have a hickey it would be in a place that wouldn't be shown" i smirk at john b, he looks at me with a disgusted face. jj walks out of my room and towards me wrapping an arm around my waist

"you left me" jj whispers in my ear and kisses the back of my head

"i know, john b held me up complaining that i took you away" i whisper back "come on let's go watch the rest of the movie"

"keep the sound to a minimum" kie yells looking at us then at john b

"no closed door! keep it opened" john b says to us. I scoff and grab jjs hand walking towards my bedroom. jj takes this as a chance to smack my ass

"jj maybank!" i say laughing, he just smiles at me and kisses my forehead

"gross jj that's my sister" john b complains walking over to where sarah is.

"oh please you do worse with sarah" y/n looks at her brother

"shush"

'𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑' 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

i received a lovely request an unspecified but long amount of time ago, asking for memes surrounding the theme of crying! i hope that, should the delightful nonnie find this list, they meet their expectations! as always, sender is the sender of the meme, receiver is the one receiving the meme! bon appetit!

LAST UPDATED: 07/09/22 (September 7th)

dialogue prompts.

" you know, they say that crying has all these health benefits. "

" oh, sweetie/buddy... what happened? did someone say something to you? "

" are... are these good tears? or bad tears? "

" chopping onions, huh? yeah... i've heard that matchsticks can make you cry a little less, you know. "

" you never need to apologize to me. ever. and certainly not for crying... "

" there you are! i was... hey... what's the matter? have you been crying? "

" you've got a little mascara stain... you wanna talk about it? "

" oh, love... i wish i knew what was hurting you so badly. i wish i could take away all that pain from you... "

" you don't have to be so... stoic, all the time. crying isn't a sign of weakness, you know. "

" you heartless ass! you won't even shed a tear now?! "

" tears? seriously? how pathetic... "

" you can't just keep it all bottled up, you know? you gotta let it all out of you, otherwise you'll just explode. "

" it's okay... you go on ahead and cry. i've got you... "

" hey, uh... come on now, huh? don't cry. it'll be okay. "

" why are you crying? "

" it's okay. i've been meaning to wash this sweater, anyway, so go ahead. maybe you might squeeze out a couple tears of laundry detergent, while you're at it? "

" i told you. this could only ever end up in tears. "

" sorry. i... i never know what to do when people start crying. "

" you look like you could use a hug and a box of kleenex... "

" you don't have to be so strong all the time. i can be strong for the both of us, if you'd let me... "

" you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry... "

" some people just don't cry that much. it's not a big deal. "

" oh, love/buddy/kiddo, it's okay... it's okay, you go ahead and cry. let it all out... i'm gonna be right here when you've finished. "

" i... i don't know why i'm crying... "

" no, no, i'm okay!! i'm better than okay! these are happy tears! "

" i'm just... having the worst day. ever. "

" i'm just so tired of pretending everything's fine! "

" god, i'm sorry... i'm sure you didn't mean a shoulder to literally cry on, right? "

" i'm sorry... i'm getting your sweater all wet. "

" of course i'm crying! i thought i'd lost you! "

" you... you won't tell anyone, will you? about me crying? "

" i, um... i didn't know where else to go... "

" thank you for listening to me. and for the tissues. and the tea... "

" god, this is so embarrassing! i hardly ever cry... "

action prompts.

[ ANGER ] - sender begins to cry out of sheer frustration and anger.

[ JOY ] - sender begins to cry out of feelings of joy and happiness.

[ BREAK ] - having bottled up their emotions for a long time, sender finally breaks down into tears.

[ GRIEF ] - sender, having recently lost a loved one, begins to cry for their loss.

[ SORROW ] - sender begins to cry out of sadness.

[ DESPAIR ] - sender begins to cry out of despair.

[ CALL ] - sender calls the receiver (in tears) to ask them to collect the sender from a location.

[ TEA ] - after receiver has begun to calm down after crying, sender brings them a cup of tea.

[ TISSUE ] - sender offers a crying receiver a tissue to wipe their tears.

[ BRUSH ] - sender, having found the receiver in tears, gently cups their face and brushes their tears away with their thumbs.

[ SPOON ] - as the receiver cries in their bed, sender climbs into the bed beside them, becoming a big spoon to the receiver's little spoon in the process.

[ HOLD ] - as the receiver begins to cry, sender wraps their arms around them, and just holds them as they cry.

[ RUB ] - sender rubs receiver's back soothingly as they cry.

[ ROCK ] - sender holds the crying receiver, and gently rocks them from side to side in a calming motion as they weep.

[ COLLAPSE ] - sender, having received sudden and terrible news, falls to their knees and collapses to the ground as they cry.

[ CRADLE ] - holding the receiver protectively in their arms, sender cradles the receiver as they cry.

[ HUM ] - sender hums a song gently as the receiver begins to calm down after crying.

[ DRAPE ] - as the receiver begins to drift off to sleep after crying, sender gently drapes a blanket over them.

[ STAY ] - as the receiver begins to fall asleep after crying, the sender stays by their bedside, promising to be there when they wake up.

[ HAND ] - sender, witnessing the receiver about to cry, or already crying, extends a hand to them for them to hold onto.

[ BURY ] - sender guides the crying receiver into a protective embrace, cupping the back of their head and guiding it towards their chest to give them some privacy to cry in peace.

I need, NEED, 2012 avengers + especially Thor meeting post-mobius Loki. I need them to see how, despite still being mischievous and stuff, this incredibly powerful god who was just trying to conquer the whole world and that generated an amount of chaos that killed thousands now has become so soft and caring and mindful of preserving life. All because of a HUMAN, the same people he deemed as so inferior and unimportant, the same people he mocked his brother for loving.

I need them asking Mobius "How did you do that?? What did you give him??" And Mobius being like "Idk... pie??"

(He actually gave him unconditional love and acceptance and the chance of growing and changing and learning and a hand to lean on and a shoulder to cry on but the pie answer is so much funnier)

Write a Timmy smut to celebrate 2K!!

Been thinking this up throughout today :)

Five in Five

Warnings: friends to lovers, smut, dirty talk

It's around 2:45 am when the heat from Timothee's body wakes you. You untangle your legs from his and slide your arm from underneath his neck wondering how a man so lean can produce that much body heat. He groans softly in his sleep, and you wait until he's turned over to get up and go to the bathroom. You're sure that if he sees you creeping out of his bedroom, your only chance to go to pee will be blown.

You tip toe out of his room, leaving the door open for easy access when you return and as you cross the hall for the bathroom, your eyes wander downstairs to his front doors. They're massive double doors made of dark oak standing at least fifteen feet high. For a second, you think of leaving, like you always do. You never stay the night with Timothee...well not a full night. Having sex with him and leaving once he falls asleep was just a thing you guys did. You've always left, ever since he took your virginity in a vacant Marriot hotel room during the 11th grade La Guardia field trip to Los Angeles. It wasn't until years later, you realized Timothee wanted more than that. And it's not that you don't want to be his girlfriend...it's just that being his girlfriend could mean losing him completely if things turned shitty. Losing him as a boyfriend would suck. Losing him as a friend...you weren't sure you could handle. So, you always stuck to this. Sex. Great sex. Sex that you'd only be able to get with someone that loves you just as much as you love them. You sleep with him; you tell him how much you love him-because you do-and you leave when he falls asleep. He's never mad, he's never upset (that you can see and the thought of that gnaws at you constantly) and he never brings it up when you see him again.

Until a few hours ago.

You think about it as you remove your gaze from his front door and tip toe into the bathroom. You never thought he'd convince you to stay the night, but here you are peeing in his overly expensive, self-cleaning toilet and washing your hands with $60 hand soap that smells like vanilla and lavender. You drag a hand over your face as you make your way back out, avoiding the temptation of the front door this time on your way back to his room.

The door is open the way you left it, and you walk softly into his room, jolting a little when you see Timothee sitting up in the bed. He's got his thin, white sheet draped over his naked bottom half and even though he looks half asleep, he also looks sad. Your heart breaks a little as you realize this is what he looks like when he wakes up and you aren't there.

"Relax," you whisper "I'm still here." You crawl back into Timothee's bed, climbing over his body to get back to your favorite spot on his mattress. "I told you I'd stay," you tease him in a whisper and kiss his shoulder.

Timothee relaxes a little, laying back down, holding his arm out for you to cuddle into him.

"Would it be so bad?" he asks after a few moments of silence. You thought he'd fallen back asleep, but he must have been thinking.

"What?" you answer.

"Being my girlfriend."

"Timothee-"

"No seriously, what would be so bad about it? You're used to fame, so that wouldn't be an adjustment for you. We both have crazy schedules, so you wouldn't have to worry about one of us being busier than the other. And I know everything about you, y/n. Everything."

You laugh at his confidence. He definitely knows everything about you. You'd been sleeping with him for twelve years and been friends for longer. But you weren't going to let him think he knows everything. "You don't know shit, Chalamet."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm, though it's cute that you think you do."

Timothee turns over on his side, facing you. He gives you a quick kiss that instantly turns into a deeper one. You whine when he pulls away, wanting his tongue in your mouth. He's close still, his lips grazing yours occasionally when he talks. "I know everything about you, y/n. Platonically, sexually, mentally. I know everything."

You study his face for a moment. He looks quite sure of himself. "Okay then," you say "five facts about me that no one else knows in five minutes."

"Easy."

"Go on then."

"Number one, I know that if I drag my fingertips across your back" Timothee slides his hands under the back of your shirt, demonstrating his words. "I can have you asleep in less than ten minutes."

You roll your eyes, knowing it's true. He's gotten you to sleep that way many times before.

"Four more, tick tock," you tease him.

"Number two, I know how much anxiety ordering food gives you, so I know your order at every restaurant we've ever been to, so you don't even have to say anything."

His fingers are still tracing lines up and down your back and it takes everything in you not to close your eyes against him.

"Number three, I know that if I kiss your neck right here" Timothee demonstrates his words again, placing the softest kiss to the side of your neck. "I can have you ready for sex almost instantly."

"Ugh, fuck off, Timothee."

He's right again.

You're pretty sure he takes two extra minutes just kissing your neck, the fucker, and you let him because it feels so good.

"Number four, I know that" he pulls you on top of him so that you're straddling his waist "when you're riding my dick, I have to hold your right here because it feels so good, they shake." Timothee's hands grip your thighs, his long fingers indenting the skin on your legs.

"Number five, I know that if I suck one of your nipples into my mouth" He removes a hand from your thigh and removes your shirt. Immediately, he uses his index finger to circle one of your nipples. It hardens instantly at his teasing and peppers your skin in chills "I can get you to do whatever the fuck I want."

You're silent for a minute, feeling his hard dick under you. You contemplate holding it and sliding down onto it but decide to show him he's not the only one who knows everything about the other.

"How'd I do?" Timothee asks.

"Not bad," you admit. You tease his cock with your pussy, sliding him through your wet folds. "But now it's my turn."

"Can I fuck you first?"

"No, Timmy, you can't."

Timothee groans, pressing his erection against your heat.

"You know, you can't call me 'Timmy' and not let me fuck you."

You smile knowingly, satisfied in the use of a secret weapon you learned about not too long ago while having dinner in a very public setting.

"Patience is a virtue, Timothee. Anywho, Number one, I know that when I whisper in your ear, it gives you these cute little chills all over your skin." You lean forward letting your folds slide across his hard dick again. Timothee groans softly through gritted teeth, shaking his head slowly at you. "Like this," you whisper once you're inches from his ear and like you said, you feel his skin prickle with chills. You run your hands over his arms, still gripping your thighs just the way you like, attempting to erase some of the chills you created with your warmth.

"Skip the rest and let me fuck you, y/n," Timothee begs.

"But I've got four more," you pout.

Timothee groans again, pushing his dick against you.

"Number two, I know tha-"

Your words catch in your throat as Timothee shifts on his bed, flipping you onto your back. His knees nudge your legs open, and he runs his nose along your neck until he finds the spot that makes you weak. He kisses it lightly before sucking the skin into his mouth.

"Give it up, y/n. You know it's me you think about when someone else is trying...and failing...to make you come. You know it's me you've been talking yourself out of for years. Over a decade worth of depriving yourself of the one thing you know you need the most. Why? I'm right here and I'm entirely yours. Take me."

Your eyes bounce back and forth between his, until your lips crash into each other's. Tongues winding and twisting fighting for dominance. You love him. You always have and there is no escaping him. There never will be. Timothee breaks your heated kiss and begins lining his way down to your breasts in kisses. He licks around your nipple once he's reached his destination, then suck it into his mouth. And just like he said, in that moment, you're willing to do whatever he wants.

"Be mine and no others," he says to you in between kisses to your soft skin.

"Whatever you want," you say breathlessly.

"No. Say it. Say you'll be mine and mine alone."

Timothee slides a finger along your folds of your pussy, gently pressing a finger inside to you see if you're ready for him. When he decides your wet enough, he lines himself up with you entrance. You're bracing for him; your legs are wide open and waiting but so is he.

"Y/n."

"You can't leave me when things get hard. You can't give up on us, because I can't lose you, Timothee. If I tell you yes, then this is it."

"That's all I've ever wanted."

"I mean it; you can't leave me."

"Y/n," Timothee said, as he pushed all the way inside of you, "I'd never dream of leaving you."

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