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a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 · 2 months

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Scar Tissue (Price x Trans Masc! Reader)

Contains: Tooth-rotting fluff, completely SFW, FTM reader intended but should be safe for masc leaning enbies too, 2nd person POV, reader has a singular double mastectomy scar as is very self conscious about it, ambiguous warm drink cuz I don’t like tea or coffee lol, \obnoxiously self indulgent in my opinion but I hope it resonates with others

A/n: Woof I’m nervous but I do really like how this turned out. It’s cute and it even made my partner blush despite him being cis lol also Price is your husband because it’s cute and I said so. Be gentle with this one, yeah?

Although this is safe for all ages, I ask minors please refrain from interacting with me and this post, and any other posts. This is a space for adults.

The night always made things tougher. Something about the quiet, the darkness, the otherwise calm atmosphere made it harder to chase away the more negative thoughts. Insecurities burned hot in the cold of night as you stood outside on the small veranda of your little English apartment in the crisp wintry air to try and chase them away. The rain had only just stopped pouring down in torrents. The sound of wet tires driving below you accompanied the familiar, gentle smell of rain. It was comforting. Not enough to dull the pain, unfortunately, but comforting still.

You didn’t pay attention to the time, doing so usually just stressed you out during these moments, so you hadn’t noticed how late it was until your husband had sidled up behind you with a warm mug he’d made just for you. He handed it to you silently. He learned a long time ago what being outside this long this late at night usually meant. He wrapped a warm arm around your chilled shoulders and gently pulled you against him. Finally, you started to slowly pull away from your negative thinking just long enough to quietly speak.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage, but Price didn’t mind. He knew that for you, your words carried more weight than they seemed on the surface.

He hummed in response, giving your shoulders a small squeeze to say ‘you’re welcome.’

“Doin’ alright?”

A playful glare was all your husband got in return. He was happy to see you at least still had the heart to joke a bit with him.

“Right. Stupid question. Sorry, love.”

Eventually, you’d take a sip from your mug. He always prepared your drinks to your preferences. It made your chest warm.

“Wanna talk about it?” He was looking at you now. That gentle expression always comforted you.

You shook your head and took another slow sip, “Just insecurities again. Nothing major, I’m fine.”

“That why you've been out here on the veranda staring out at nothing the past couple hours?”

You took another sip, electing to say nothing. You did make it extra noisy though, pulling a rumbling chuckle from Price’s chest in the process.

Eventually, he guided you inside. You were as cold as the dead when he’d gotten to you. He wanted to warm you up and, if you’d talk, he wanted to know what was wrong. Knowing it was an insecurity of yours narrowed it down, but not enough to pin it. He needed to know a bit more.

You sat on your small couch, Price quickly following you. He took your hand in his. The callouses that littered his palm and fingers were always grounding. You were certain if you were blindfolded and told to guess which hand belonged to him, you’d guess correctly without fail. You knew every dip and ridge in his skin like your own.

You’d finished your drink after a while. You sighed, leaning into your husband’s chest. His heartbeat never failed to help your mind quiet down a bit.

“Just my scar again…” you mumbled, lacing your fingers in with his.

He kissed his teeth, the clicking noise it made bringing you out of the beginning of another spiral, “What did I tell you ‘bout that, love? You know I think it’s perfect.”

“I know,” you said, tucking your head under his chin, “‘Fraid I don’t think the same way, is all.”

His free hand rose up to hold your head and he pressed a soft lingering kiss into your hair, “That’s why I’m here. To think that way for you. C’mon, then, on your back.”

You groaned, pretending your melancholy face hadn’t broken out into a small grin, as you were guided onto your back. Price hovered above you and lifted your shirt up to your collarbone, kissing slowly up your belly as he did so. His kisses finally reached the part of your chest you couldn’t feel anymore. The scar tissue had faded quite a bit, but it was still clearly visible. One straight line stretched across your ribcage. It was uneven, thicker in some places than others. When your clothes were on, you often forgot about it. But when they weren’t…

You couldn’t feel much of the kisses that your husband trailed across the scar. His beard would drag across the area around it, your body unsure if it tickled or itched, but you could only feel the pressure of his lips through the numb skin. Still, you looked down and watched as he worshiped the ugly line that ripped through your skin. It wasn’t neat, wasn’t typical, wasn’t the ideal, but Price always showed he never cared about that.

”It made you happy, yeah? All that matters, then,” is what he’d always say.

All those mean thoughts finally started to melt away as he continued to kiss along your chest, further up to your collarbone. He pulled your shirt down so he could kiss up your neck, across your jaw, and finally up to your mouth. You felt him grin against your lips. You suppressed an annoyed whine as he pulled away to look at you.

“Better?”

“A bit.”

“I can keep going.”

“Would you?”

You fell asleep on the couch with your shirt pulled up to your shoulders and Price’s lips against your scar.

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yuna542 · 1 year

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Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 7<-

Part 8

Pairing: Chan x reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: 18+, Smut, under 18 DNI!, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, unprotected sex (just don‘t), daddy kink, praising, pet names

Word Count: 3.8k

(Had to reupload this part, cause Tumblr wouldn’t let me edit it)

Note: Here you go, you thirsty little creatures! God I love my readers xD hope you like my twisted little fantasies. I love reading all your comments and requests. Also suddenly I‘m married to several people because of this story. So thank you… I guess ~much love!

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

"Did you see that, hyung? That asshole just wanted to get into her pants!", Seungmin snapped as Mr. Jang left the room.

You were still packing up your things and waiting for someone to pick you up to be taken outside. As soon as you had been alone, Seungmin had jumped up and his suppressed anger had just poured out of his eyes.

"It's okay, guys. He will fund your project and that's the most important thing", you dismissed it and shoved your Ipad into your bag. You were just tired and disgusted. But you had reached your goal and that's what you were here for.

Briefly, you looked at the card in your hand, which had the rich man's number on it. But before you could put it into your bag, Chan snatched it out of your hand.

"No way! We'll get the money anyway. You won't sell yourself for it!", he said, and now the friendly mask fell. You only now noticed how angry he really was.

His hand was clenched into a fist and his jawline twitched tensely as he had to restrain himself from smashing any of the ugly decorations in the room into a thousand pieces. Chan was incredibly intimidating when he was angry, you just realised.

"Maybe he really just wants to drink coffee and talk about business", you tried to calm him down, but Chan shook his head and his eyes shot lightning bolts. That protective side to them both made your heart flutter.

"Didn't you see him staring at your tits the whole time? He wants you naked in his bed, nothing else", Chan spat out and you couldn't help but stare at him. His muscles tensed dangerously under his shirt as he tore up the card and threw it emphatically into the trash can right next to the desk. He was incredibly sexy when he was angry, and that realisation was a bit strange.

Seungmin also ran a tense hand through his hair and growled: "That fucker... I would have loved to punch that asshole in the face when he stared at you so greedily."

"Let's just get out of here", you said, now that you were getting heated by their protective presence. The way the guys cared about you was way too attractive and you automatically imagined Seungmin choking your neck with his bare hands instead of the back of the chair and immediately your knees went weak.

On the way back, Seungmin's hand was on your thigh again, only this time not gently and lovingly. His grip was harsh and he grabbed your inner thigh so tightly throughout the ride that it made you dizzy.

Only when you got out of the Uber you could breathe a sigh of relief. His fingers had left red marks on your leg. as well as a burning sensation in your lower abdomen.

Just as you walked through the entrance of the JYP building, you got a call from one of the company's executives.

Nervously, you answered the phone and indicated to the guys with a wave to go ahead without you.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Y/L/N. We already heard that the conversation with Mr. Jang went very well."

The older woman's voice was unfamiliar to you, but you knew exactly who she was. Mrs. Chung was a very big deal at JYP and mainly handled the hiring and matters of the staff, as well as all social media matters.

„Yes. He even plans to fund more projects as well", you said, stopping in front of the elevator so you could speak in peace.

"That sounds like a big success. Very good! But I'm actually calling about something else. Could you come to my office on floor three?"

Your heart slipped into your pants and you nodded until you remembered that she couldn't see you.

„I'm already in the building. I'm on my way", you said and by then she had hung up.

You went up to the third floor, your heart pounding, unable to imagine what she wanted to discuss with you.

In front of the office you took a deep breath and knocked. Immediately you were called in and the woman, who reminded you strongly of a librarian with her kind eyes and pinned up hair, smiled delightedly.

So it couldn't be anything too bad, could it?

After a brief greeting, she offered you to sit down. She closed the laptop that was in front of her and folded her arms on the table. Then she pushed her black glasses on her head and said:

"Have you settled in well with us yet?"

"Yes. I really like it a lot."

"That's nice. I hear you're a great asset to Stray Kids. There haven't been any problems since you've been here."

„I try my best!", you assured her, almost bursting with curiosity by now.

"Were there many problems before?", you asked curiously and she chuckled slightly.

You know the boys by now. So far no one has been able to tame them...“

She sighed like an overworked mother and shook her head.

"I saw that you're a talented dancer and have done a stream about that with Hyunjin“, she began then and you restlessly kneaded your hands in your lap.

"I'm very sorry if I wasn't allowed to do that... We thought the fans would like it."

Quickly, Mrs. Chung waved a hand in the air as if to scare away the misunderstanding like an insect.

"Oh it did! We had four times the number of viewers and got many new followers in addition just because of the stream. Also the little private moments in the videos and vlogs that go viral between you and the guys inspires speculation. That polarizes and brings attention. It's beneficial for JYP and Stray Kids as long as it doesn't get too much."

The last sentence was accompanied by a warning look and you pressed your lips together.

"Understood."

Of course, they were going to use the attention you brought them. Obviously, it was your luck that the fans reacted so positively to you and shipped you with the guys rather than hating you.

"But that's not the point at all. Bang Chan approached us with a request and we decided to give you a platform."

"What?"

Completely irritated, you clawed at the tabletop.

"You are allowed to upload streams or dance covers as part of JYP and Stray Kids, if you want to. It's really important to us to promote talent."

She pulled out a sheet of paper and placed it in front of you with a pen. It had your name written on it, and it was actually an employment contract. You could hardly believe your luck. This had always been your dream.

What had Chan done now? How did he know that you always wanted to share your talent with the world? This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"If you sign the contract, we'll cover all the costs for future projects."

"Projects?"

You were starting to feel stupid for all the questions, but it was too surreal to believe.

"The fans want to see more of you. So we're giving it to them. JYP gets 30 percent of the revenue, and in exchange you get to publish through the official channel, as well as your own JYP Instagram account that we give you. What you do with that is up to you. However, it must not affect your work as the manager of Stray Kids.“

Now you were speechless.

"Are we agreed?", she asked with an amused smile.

"Yes, thank you very much. I don't even know what to say", you said, unable to suppress the wide smile.

"Don't thank us. Bang Chan brought it up to us and pointed out what an advantage you would be to JYP entertainment if you were allowed to show your face. And of course your skills."

This man always managed to surprise you. Without further ado, you signed the contract and clarified a few more questions. You would receive access to your account in the next few days and if you wanted to release a dance cover, you simply had to send the video to Mrs. Chung and she would publish it on the official JYP Entertainment YouTube channel.

Completely flabbergasted, you walked out of the room and without another thought, your legs carried you to Chans studio. Your heart almost burst with joy and you pushed the door open without knocking.

You couldn't wait, you had to see him and thank him. Actually, you had no idea what you were about to do. Your mind went blank and you just wanted to see his face.

Alarmed, he jumped up from his chair. He was working on a beat again and looked at you in amazement when you just came rushing into the room.

"Y/N? Are you all right?", he asked, unable to get another word out as you had already thrown yourself at him. He stumbled back a few steps as he caught you, but then held you tightly as you pressed your lips wildly to his.

The kiss was messy and you pulled his body closer to yours. Immediately his hands were on your hips and even though you completely surprised him, he kissed you back with the same intensity.

Your hands wandered into his hair, running through his curls and tugging lightly on them. His cinnamon-y smell mixed with his spicy cologne completely filled your perception and you immediately wanted more.

When you broke away from him, he looked at you like a deer in headlights.

"What was that for?", he asked with a puzzled look on his face, not letting go of you.

You clasped your hands in his neck and he warmed as you looked at him through your thick lashes with those sparkling eyes.

"I just went to Mrs Chung.... Why are you always so damn nice to me?", you asked desperately, pressing your body against his.

You could feel his strong torso against your chest and wanted to explore each of his muscles with your fingers.

He enjoyed your body heat and casually let his fingers brush over the thin fabric of your dress.

"Because you deserve it."

"Channie this has always been my dream. To dance and show it to the world.... How did you know?"

An embarrassed laugh escaped him, and his dimples charmed you all over again.

"Hyunjin told me how good you are at dancing, Felix and Jeongin came up with the idea. I just made it happen."

You realized once again how lucky you were to have gotten this job. To meet the boys who made your life so much better.

He dreamily examined your body and enjoyed how you trembled under his touch.

All day long he had wanted to tear your dress off and when the rich asshole had stared at you so lustfully, he would have loved to fuck you on his desk in front of his eyes so that the guy would understand who owned you and what he would never get.

These extreme thoughts had surprised him himself, but when you were around, he just couldn't help himself.

"I want to show you how grateful I am", you suddenly said then, pulling him closer by his belt.

Chan watched your expression as you seductively bit your lower lip and undid his belt buckle. It was too much for him.

Your dress hugged your breasts perfectly and your pretty face, with intense eyes gave him the rest. Before he could stop you, you pressed your lips on his again, sliding your tongue into his mouth and he jumped at it like a needy puppy.

Your fingers undid the buttons of his shirt so quickly that he exhaled loudly as your cool fingers suddenly stroked his bare abs.

He hadn't expected you to be so boisterous and dominant, and it only fueled his lust for you even more.

While you slowly slide to your knees, you spread kisses all over his firm abs and his skin tasted addicting. It tasted deliciously sweet and savory at the same time.

Immediately he threw his head back and enjoyed every touch of your full lips on his skin. When he managed to look at you again, something exploded in his head.

You on your knees, in that tight dress, looking at him through your thick lashes with that greedy look on your pretty face, made his length in his pants become painfully hard and by now he couldn't stand the friction against the fabric of his pants.

"Really? Here? With me?", escaped him and you smiled such a beautiful smile that he had to control himself not to bend you over his table immediately.

"As the leader, you have the right to claim me first."

'I'm the first of us?", he asked with a calm rasp, in his voice. You nodded and stuck your fingers in his waistband.

"The first to fuck me. I want you to be."

"God…“

That sentence with your soft voice was enough to make his impatience win.

"Shit, babe I can't wait", he hissed as you pulled down his pants.

He grabbed you by the sides to drag you back up to him. Even though he would have loved to feel your lips around his hard cock, by now he was sure he wouldn't last that long.

He lifted you onto the edge of the table with ease. He pushed your legs apart and pulled you closer again by your face before kissing you.

The kiss was more sensual and deeper than anything you had experienced before and you melted in his firm grip.

He slid your dress over your hips and then took it off completely. Briefly, he took a few seconds to just look at you.

"Fuck... You're so fucking beautiful."

His voice deepened with each word and the excitement in his eyes gave you goosebumps.

Immediately he kissed your neck, sucked on it and cupped your breasts with his big hands until you whimpered with desire.

He looked up at you and put a hand on the clasp of your bra.

"May I?"

You nodded, your head already spinning and he was still the respectful gentleman. With a tight smile from him, your bra landed somewhere in the room and he took one of your nipples into his mouth.

He kneaded your other breast until you couldn't take it anymore and rubbed your soaked core against the bulge in his boxers.

He let his fingers brush over the wet spot in your panties and expelled his hot breath against your skin.

"You're going to keep that pretty mouth shut. Understood? Otherwise we will be caught."

He pulled back, looking at you nod furiously.

You were still at the company and if you would get caught, you would probably loose your job and Chan would be in big trouble.

Unfortunately that risk made it even more exiting.

He turned you around, pushed carelessly his holy laptop and the recording equipment away and bent you over his desk in one swift motion. Slowly he circled your clothed clit with his thumb, what made you whimper underneath him.

"Fuck you're so soaked...“

He grabbed the flesh of your asscheek with one hand and pushed his thumb even harder onto your clit.

Immediately you moaned and arched your back.

"What did I say?", he questioned, covering your mouth with one hand and bluntly pulled your panties to the side pumping his finger into you making you gasp against his hand. Electric shocks pierced your body with each reentry of his finger.

"Already this loud with just a finger? How am I going to fuck you?", he groaned into your ear.

His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you've never seen this side of him before. So dark and dominant. It made you even more aroused.

"Channie, please...", you whimpered with your fingernails digging into his desk.

"Do you want me to fuck you, babygirl? Say it!"

His demanding tone made you squirm and you pushed your throbbing core at him.

"Yes, please. Fuck me, Channie!"

"Good girl", he smiled, as he ripped down your panties to the ground.

He lined himself up behind you to enter you. Teasingly he slid his tip along your folds and you rubbed yourself against him. With one hand he pushed you down to the table and the other hand grabbed your hips, as he moaned, pushing himself in:

"Fuck you're tight."

You gasped, as he stretched you out and clenched your teeth, as he didn't slow down while pushing his length into you.

Because at this point there is no doubt about it. Chan doesn't just have Big Dick Energy. Oh he is big.

So big that you almost fainted. And he knew exactly how you would feel it all.

After he managed to bury himself entirely into your pussy, he began to shove himself into you. After a few thrusts, that made you feel like he would rip you apart, the sensation was feeling more pleasure than pain, although he slid every time deeper inside you.

He soon speeded up his pace, hitting all your sweet spots making you pornographically moan.

The room was filled with the sounds of your whimpers, his growls, and the slapping of skin, as he pushed your hip with each thrust rougher against him and fucked you hard against his desk.

You could see your reflection in the dark screen of his computer and almost blushed because of the fucked out expression on your face.

He carried on fucking you senseless from behind and didn't stop a second. You moaned his name several times, which made him slam even harder into your wet core.

You whined, as your body began to tense around him.

"Are you going to cum?", he asked grabbing your arms and pushing them behind you to hold your wrists with just one hand fiercely pressed against your back.

"Not yet!", he ordered, as he managed to fuck even deeper inside you. Without your hands you were completely at his mercy and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you tried to stop yourself from coming.

"Channie, please... I can't... You're so big...“

Slowly tears were welling up in your eyes and oh he loved your desperate begging.

"Please. Daddy."

The words escaped you with a sob unaware and released by Chans dominant behaviour.

"Holy fuck...", he let out and you obviously found a secret trigger that made him go feral. Grabbing your hands tighter he slammed into you and pushed you up the table. He watched your boobs bounce with every move.

"You want to cum for daddy, babygirl?", he growled at you.

"Yes", you cried.

"Daddy, please! Let me come!"

Just as you thought, that was enough to push him over the edge.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

His thrusts became sloppier, dick twitching inside you.

"Come with me, baby!", he let out before he spilled himself inside you. And you did. Your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami and left you with trembling legs and faltering breath.

As you both came down from your high, he pulled himself out of you and turned you around, to lift you on the table again. He grabbed a tissue box and cleaned you and himself up.

"Are you okay?", he asked and the sweet and charming Chan was back. You had now idea what just happened.

Exhausted you could only nod and Chan smiled softly as he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"Your fucked out face is so pretty", he teased and pulled you into his arms until he was sitting in his chair again, you on his lap, stroking your back affectionately.

You locked at him with a wondering smile.

"Never thought you would be so dirty... Daddy", you teased him.

"Hah", he chuckled and wrapped his big arms tighter around your body.

"Just a little."

Oh after what you just experienced, he wasn't just a little dirty. That boy had a kink that you wouldn't have expected. And of course he fucked you better than anyone before.

Later that day, after you've gotten dressed again and slipped into your office like nothing ever happened, Chan joined the others in the dance studio to practice the choreography.

He was the last one and started to sit down on the floor next to Lee Know to follow his example and stretch.

Jeongin and Hyunjin were already standing in front of the mirror going through the first steps, while Han, Seungmin and Changbin sat on the couch, talking quietly and waiting until they could finally start.

Felix came over to Chan and offered to help him and so they stretched together, Felix pushing Chan's legs apart with his.

"Why are you so late? We wanted to start an hour ago", Hyunjin asked and Chan tried to avoid eye contact and focus on the pain in his legs so as not to give himself away immediately.

The conversation between Han and Seungmin fell silent and Chan only said:

"I had something else to do.“

Then Han and Changbin suddenly giggled and poked each other as if they were sharing a naughty secret.

"Oh you definitely had something to do!", said Han with a grin. The others all looked at him now.

"It definitely sounded from outside the door like that too!", added Changbin and both giggled again.

That's when Chan slowly realized it. He remembered the message from Han on his phone, where he had written to him that he would not come to the studio beforehand.

The message came while he was busy fucking you from behind, so he didn't think much of it.

As Chan still stared in confusion, Changbin began to moan in a high-pitched voice:

"Daddy, please! Oh, fuck me daddy!"

Han immediately joined in by slapping his hand on his thigh to imitate the sound and also repeating the naughty words Chan had heard from you only minutes before.

"Chan fucked Y/N in the studio?", shouted Hyunjin and by now Han and Changbin were holding their stomachs laughing as Chan buried his face in his hands and shook his head.

The others also smirked and couldn't help but tease their leader as well.

As Han slowly regained his breath, he explained:

„We went to pick up Chan, and just as we were standing right outside the door, that's when we heard how hard he was really working.“

The sarcasm was unmistakable and Felix now had to hold a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Even Jeongin couldn't help but annoy Chan:

„The walls are probably not as soundproof as we thought.“

"I didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, Hyung", Seungmin chuckled and Lee Know joined in with an evil grin:

"Or should we call you daddy now too? Would you like that, hyung?"

By now his face was burning and he just wanted to run away.

"Can we just start practicing? Please?", Chan asked sheepishly, and they did.

However, not without teasing him about it all evening.

->Part 9

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suddenlybambi · 1 year

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as long as you stay here [12] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.1k

chapter 12

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a/n - couldn't leave y'all on that angst 😭 also please drink some water for me if you see this 🥰

Kyle and Y/N had fallen asleep together on the bed after eating the brownies and talking for a little while until she drifted off with him soon following after. At some point, his mom must have gone in and retrieved the plate without disturbing them. Y/N hoped that Sheila wouldn’t say anything about the two of them sharing a bed but had a feeling she’d bring it up some way or another.

Once she had woken up, Y/N managed to slip out of bed and downstairs without waking Kyle. Her plan was to make him a cup of coffee and bring it to him in bed as a thank-you for comforting her the night before.

Her heart sank when she was joined in the kitchen by Gerald only a minute later. She considered abandoning the idea altogether, but she was already brewing the coffee. Weighing out her remaining options, she wanted to stay silent, but at the same time, she didn’t want there to be a bad atmosphere over Thanksgiving.

“Do you want a cup of coffee?” She offered, hoping to break some of the growing tension.

“Yes, please,” Gerald confirmed, settling down at the kitchen table. “About last night-”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, I probably overreacted,” She shrugged it off quickly, hoping they wouldn’t talk about it any more and further complicate the issue. She didn’t like to apologise when she felt she did nothing wrong, but it was easier to just make peace while she was staying there and feel her feelings about it once home.

“No, it wasn’t you,” He shook his head and sighed. “I was out of line, and for that, I am sorry.”

“Thank you,” She poured the coffee and walked it over to him, placing it in front of him. Kyle had told her his dad liked his coffee black with one sugar, so that’s how she made it. “In all honesty, I’ve never really had a fatherly figure in my life, so I’m never sure how to react or behave around them. I probably did overreact to what was said, and that is something I need to and will work on in future.”

“You’re a good fit for Kyle,” Gerald took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “You seem like a very mature and level-headed young woman… And this coffee is perfect, thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N decided not to touch on the phrasing that she was a good fit for Kyle. She knew what he was implying, but she didn’t want to complicate their relationship by delving into that. She couldn’t risk losing the best friendship she had ever had. “I think I heard Kyle moving around, so I’m going to take his coffee up to him.”

“For the record, if you ever do want to learn how to drive, I am more than happy to teach you,” Gerald added just as she was walking out of the kitchen. “Ike destroyed four mailboxes just trying to turn left. If I can teach him, I think I can teach anyone.”

“Four mailboxes?” Y/N laughed, looking back. She was thankful that the tense atmosphere had dissipated. “Two walls, a fire hydrant, a stop sign, and I blew out three tires.”

“Mom said dinner will be ready in an hour,” Ike yawned from the doorway, having only just gotten up at midday. “But knowing her, it’ll be two hours.”

“Thank you, Ike,” Y/N smiled from her position on the bed. Kyle had set his laptop up so they could watch a movie together without having to go downstairs since Sheila had demanded that everyone leave her alone while she was cooking. “Wanna watch a movie with us?”

“And listen to the two of you flirt the whole time? Gross,” He cringed and turned around to go back to his own room. “I’ll pass.”

“He’s lucky he’s too big for me to kick him now,” Kyle mumbled, looking over at the door. He got up and pushed it so it was just slightly open a crack. “That’s technically still open, right?”

“I’d say so,” Y/N grinned, flicking through the various movies on Netflix. “What are you feeling? Horror is a no for you; gross, sappy romance is a no for me… should we-” She was cut off when her phone started to vibrate on the bed in front of her.

“You getting a call?” Kyle asked, looking over from where he was still standing by the door.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she read the name. “Shit, I’m really sorry!” She sat up straight, glancing over at Kyle. “I need to take this. Do you want me to step outside, or can I just-”

“No, it’s fine! Go for it,” He nodded in confirmation that it was all good with him, and she accepted the call.

“The fuck do you want?” She asked. Kyle would have been concerned had it not been for the playful tone in her voice as she spoke.

“Turn your Facetime on!” He could hear the other voice, clearly male, despite the fact that Y/N was holding the phone up to her ear. She looked over at him, knowing that it would mean her audio would be playing out loud. He nodded again to confirm that he didn’t mind, especially since whoever was on the phone was loud enough to have been heard anyway. It wouldn’t make much difference. Plus, Kyle was nosey and wanted to know who she was talking to.

“If I go blind from seeing your ugly mug, I’m suing you,” She teased whoever was on the phone as she switched to Facetime. Kyle could just about see from the corner of his eye that it was a man with the same hair colour as Y/N. She pretended to shield her eyes, groaning dramatically. “It’s so awful! So much worse than I expected! I can feel my eyes melting away!”

“Ah, there she is!” The man on the phone laughed along with her teasing. “The Bean Queen herself!”

“I swear if you call me that one more time, I’ll-”

“You’ll what? Kick my ass? I’m in Belgium, sis! Your short legs could never reach!” The nickname ‘sis’ and the mentions of Belgium connected the dots for Kyle. Y/N had spoken about her brother being in Europe with his fiance, and the man did share some similarities in looks from what Kyle could tell. “Where are you?”

“Bedroom,” Y/N answered with a simple shrug.

“Okay, smartass, you’re in a bedroom, but that’s not your bedroom, is it?” Her brother pointed out. “Not unless you’ve suddenly gotten really into… What is that poster for? Basketball?”

“Oh yeah! Totally! I love when they….” She looked around for some sort of inspiration. “Bounce the ball and do that… throwing thing into the… the ball basket holder?” Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at this. He made a mental note to try and teach her basketball terms at some point.

“Wait, who is that laughing?” Y/N’s brother asked loudly, causing Kyle to stop laughing immediately. “Is that a boy? Are you in a boy’s room? Why is my baby sister in a boy’s room?”

“You do remember that I am an adult woman now, not the little kid who used to cling to your legs whenever you tried to walk, right?” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “But if you must know, I’m staying at my friend Kyle’s house with his family for the holidays because I apparently have no family of my own!”

“Hey! I am right here!”

“You are in Belgium!”

“Okay, fair point….” He paused. “Are you going to introduce me to this ‘friend’ of yours?” Y/N looked at Kyle, who was still standing by the door, worried about moving and interrupting the call. He nodded to confirm he was okay with being introduced, trying to hide his nervousness. What if her brother hated him? She patted the bed, so he joined her on it, making sure to sit far enough apart so that they weren’t touching. He didn’t want her brother to get the wrong idea and jump to conclusions.

“Henry, this is Kyle,” She turned the phone around so the two could see one another. “Kyle, this is my asshole of a brother, Henry. Happy now, dickwad?”

“Yo, Kyle, what is she paying you to stick around?” Henry asked, a smug grin toying at his lips. “Gotta be something good to put up with her.”

“Terrible fries and even worse company,” Y/N joked. She had picked up that Kyle wasn’t comfortable answering the question, unwilling to insult her but not wanting Henry to think he took his question seriously. “Now, why did you decide to grace me with your horrifying presence?”

“It’s Thanksgiving for starters…” Henry sighed, telling her it was something more than that. “Uh… Did Mom tell you?”

“That she’s moving?” Her mood dropped instantly. Kyle looked at her in concern. “Telling me is giving her too much credit. She sent a shitty text saying I need to get my stuff out, or she’ll dump it. Though I guess a text is more than I’ve gotten from her in months. I was starting to think that she had just lost my number.”

“I know it’s a lot to ask you, but… I’m in Belgium,” Henry sighed, looking away from the screen. “I can’t get back in time to get my stuff… Do you think you could grab and store it for me, please?”

“Where do you expect me to keep it?” She shook her head, a mixture of disbelief and disappointment clearly present in her voice. “I don’t have the space to store your shit as well as my own. My apartment is tiny, and I can barely move in it as it is!”

“Please, bean? I’m begging you!” He pleaded, looking around. “Dylan and I just adopted a dog, and we can’t bring it on a plane yet-”

“You adopted a dog, and you didn’t tell me?” Y/N gasped, sitting forward more. “I demand to see this dog right this second!”

Kyle noticed how her entire demeanour had changed at the mention of the dog. He couldn’t tell if Henry had done this on purpose, knowing his sister would get distracted and no longer be upset with him. He hoped he hadn’t but couldn’t shake the feeling that he had. Either way, he didn’t want to upset Y/N by pointing it out.

“This is Cranky Gordon!” Henry lifted up the cutest beagle puppy they had ever seen. “He only bites a little bit!” As if on queue, the dog tried to turn around and snap at him. “Okay, okay! I’m putting you down! That is why he’s called Cranky Gordon.”

Y/N had stayed on the call with her brother until Sheila announced that dinner was ready. The spread was incredible, and she went back for thirds… and fourths… and fifths. Sixths were considered, but then pudding was announced.

After it was all done and Y/N felt like she couldn’t move, Kyle was mortified when his mom pulled out the photo album.

“No! We are not doing this!” He jumped up as fast as he could, considering how full he felt from the meal, and tried to pull the album from his mom’s hands. “Y/N doesn’t want to see the baby pictures!”

“Y/N definitely wants to see the baby pictures!” Y/N grinned deviously, Kyle glared at her in a plea to get her to stop, but she wasn’t backing down.

“Bubbie, it is a family tradition!” Sheila sighed, holding a firm grip on the book as she settled down on the couch next to Y/N, who looked over her arm eagerly when the album was opened. “Here is Kyle taking his first bath. Look at him! His little scrunched-up face! He was such an ugly little baby, but we loved him.…”

“The hair!” Y/N gasped, grinning up at Kyle as he stood over them in disapproval. “I didn’t realise babies could be born with that much hair!”

“Neither did I! It was quite a shock when he popped out!” Sheila laughed. “I thought he had something stuck to his head… Oh! This is the first time he used the potty all by himself!”

“This is humiliating…” He groaned, giving up and sitting on the arm of the couch next to Y/N.

“What’s wrong, bro?” Ike teased. “If you didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of your girlfriend, you shouldn’t have brought her to Thanksgiving.”

“She is not my-” Kyle started to protest, but Sheila spoke up before he could finish.

“Don’t worry, Ike; we’ll get your album out next.”

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imagineredwood · 1 year

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“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Request: imagine for Gilly being into a girl that works at a bar and trying his hardest to get her attention. Secretly she’s had a crush on him the whole time

Pairing: Gilly Lopez x female reader

Warnings: Shitty men, derogatory language

Word count: 1,031

You smiled immediately as soon as you saw the wall of a man saunter into your bar. You looked down and willed the smile to go away but it was easier said than done. The muscles in your face were being puppeteered by your heart and weren't relaxing easily enough for your liking. Even still, you managed to have a straight face on by the time Gilly got to the counter. He placed himself off to the corner as he always did, the other two in tow as per usual. It was Angel who complained first as they took their seats.

"Don't know why you always wanna come here instead of staying at the clubhouse. It ain't even that good here."

Gilly rolled his eyes and forced himself to look around, already having spotted you but not wanting to make it obvious. Typically Coco and Angel would go off to play a game of pool or chat-up girls, but they were tired tonight, the desert having taken a toll on them. So they sat beside their friend and waited, making small talk. Gilly entertained them, but they knew him well enough to notice how his eyes lit up at something passed them. They both turned and saw you walking towards their end of the bar and shared knowing smiles, Angel's hand rough as he pushed and squeezed at Gilly's shoulder.

"Ahhhhh, now I see."

Gilly scoffed and rolled his arm roughly, tossing off Angel's hand right as you stopped in front of them. He offered up a cheesy smile and you returned it before nodding toward Angel and Coco.

"How are you guys doing?"

You didn't pay too much mind to Gilly, as usual, not wanting to blow his head up. You also didn't fully trust him, or any of the men in your bar really. It always felt like they had ulterior motives and at the end of the day, you were here because it was your job. You had a crush on Gilly, that much was certain, but you had seen how the others went after a new girl every time they came in and while Gilly's focus always seemed to be on you, you were pretty sure it was because you feigned not having interest. You figured he just enjoyed the chase and was happy to play a game of hard-to-get. You didn't feel like being a prize or notch on a bedpost.

Yet here he was again, eyes on you.

You took their orders and then poured their drinks, making sure to move around the bar, refilling for all of your patrons, not just the ones in kuttes. At some point, he had given up the act of trying to impress you with his pool skills. He had gone home with enough money to pay rent plenty of times, and it hadn't ever seemed to really matter to you. He'd gone to the ends of the earth to impress you and get your attention, yet nothing had really worked.

It was the sound of fingers snapping that got your attention, your head turning to follow the sound. There you found a middle-aged man with his hand still up, a permanent scowl etched into his features.

"Bout damn time. Running around here worried about cleaning the counter when you should be worried about getting my order."

His tone was harsh, his scratchy voice even more so and you forced a tight smile, answering him while still not being a doormat.

"You wouldn't want to sit at a dirty bar, now would you?"

You were still professional while letting a slight edge into your voice, but the interaction had caught Gilly's attention, his eyes on the man who scoffed and leaned back in his seat.

"I don't wanna sit at a bar with no drink either, now come on. Get me a beer."

Your eye twitched but you held it together, not unused to shitty demanding men. Reaching over to the fridge, you grabbed him a beer and popped the top, handing it over.

"Enjoy."

You attempted to walk off to the other side then but he just wouldn't quit, his grating voice sounding out again.

"I'd enjoy it more if it didn't take 6 years to get, bitch."

You turned slowly, ready to speak up for yourself when you saw Gilly stand from his seat and calmly walk over to the man. He placed his hand on the back of his neck and squeezed, the shirt collar scrunched up in his grasp. The man winced and tried to turn and get a look at him but Gilly was already leaning down, mouth close to his ear. He spoke quietly, not nearly loud enough for you to hear what he said, but the way the man's eyes widened, it must've not been nice. You looked over at Angel and Coco, both of which were simply watching with entertained smiles.

And then just like that, Gilly was releasing the man. He backed off and you watched as the man hurriedly dug into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled wad of cash and handing it over to you, his voice shaky.

"Sorry about that, ma'am. Won't happen again, I promise. I apologize for my behavior."

Your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, never once having seen any manners from him. He was leaving quickly then, stumbling over his own feet as he tried to leave the bar. Grabbing your tips, you looked back at Gilly, who was now back in his seat, the anger from before slowly dissipating.

"Thank you."

You let your smile from before come out now, eyes twinkling as you looked at him. His smile returned too, the boys getting up and going off to the jukebox to give you guys some privacy.

"You're welcome. I wasn't just going to let him talk to you like that."

You nodded, the Mayan finally getting your attention and approval. Glancing at the clock, you read the time and looked back at him.

"I get off in about 25 minutes. Maybe we could hang out?"

Gilly's smile was all teeth as he nodded enthusiastically.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

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izukuisbaby · 2 years

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⊹˚.⋆ YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA - IZUKU MIDORIYA

℘. flora's notes : requested by @izueli welcomeback love ! how is school going ? your request came in at a perfect time tbh💀 I HOPE U LIKE THIS and @hopeluna requested something similar i killed two birds with one stone in this fic :)

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℘. synopsis : izuku takes care of you after a tiring day. he's just being the most perfect and caring boyfriend .

℘. setting : you and izu have been together since second year at UA. he's a pro-hero at endeavor's agency while you're in university. you both share a flat.

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you were waiting for your train back home, feeling utterly exhausted. it was your midterms week, you were exceptionally stressed out. you stayed on campus, studying until impossible hours. izuku knew it was a hard week for you but he could not afford eating up some of his sleep schedule. his work was tiring as well and you were never upset at him for taking some rest, his mind never rested. but izu being izu, he still left you notes on the kitchen table with your meal next to it, which he carefully prepared just for you. you felt grateful for having such an affectionate and attentive boyfriend, even when it felt like he could not have free time, he still managed to make some for you.

today was a particularly hard day, you had failed the exam of your least favourite subject, one you studied particularly hard for. He called you, knowing how important it was for you to succeed in this exam.

"hey baby ! how are you feeling ? how did your exam go ?, ” your boyfriend's sweet voice was like the cure you needed to feel better. he was so caring, it warmed your heart in ways nothing else could.

“I- i’m just really tired izu. I’ll be home in half an hour, my train is coming.” your voice was shaky, you were trying not to break down from all the stress you’ve bottled up these past few days.

“hey love, it’s okay, you’re okay. i honestly can’t wait for you to be home, i’ve missed you and I think you deserve a break. just get home safe ,i’ll take care of everything. I love you.”

“I love you too, Izu. Thank you so much”

the train journey seemed to never end. the only thing that could make your stress go away all you wanted was to hug izuku, you knew he would make you feel better, he knew how to hug you, just the right way. you never truly felt at home until you were engulfed into his strong arms.

as if your evening could not get worse, it was pouring outside. you saw the droplets merge into each other on the train window. you began to think of the long walk you would have to take home. you got off the train and walked out of the station. everyone was running to their cars, trying to avoid the rain as much as possible, except one silhouette, a familiar one. your boyfriend was waiting for you, holding an umbrella.

"Y/N HEY !” he yells, waving at you. “I thought I’d come pick you up, it’s pouring and the umbrella was left at home. I brought it for you,” he smiled at you, a smile he only ever gave to you. his happiest, most honest grin. His kind of sponge-like nature made him absorb others' feelings and so, he could not help but feel anxious and disappointed for you.

"izu" you said, exhaling deeply. you rushed into his arms and completely broke down. you were full on sobbing into his shoulder.

"It's okay love I'm here, let it out" he said stroking your head and kissing it softly.

you do not know how long you stayed in his arms, but you did not feel like letting go. izuku moved first, he noticed you were starting to shiver and drove you home.

"I- uh- I didn't know what you'd want to eat and I didn't really have time to make dinner I'm sorry… I ordered y/f/f instead, I hope that's okay" he said slightly shaking, he was afraid of your reaction. he really did not want to make a mistake and upset you more, he wanted to make all your worries go away and soothe your heart.

"it's perfect izu. you're perfect," your eyes were tearing up again as you kissed his cheek.

"i also set up y/f/m so we can watch it together, I thought it might cheer you up. but if you'd rather go to bed and cuddle we can do that too. it's up to you love"

"izu, thank you really. I'd love to watch that movie and cuddle with you. I really needed that break."

He sat on the couch, pulled you into his lap and buried the two of you under a blanket.

"i love you y/n. and even if you didn't pass this exam, I'm still proud of you. you did your best and that's what matters. next time you will outstand everyone because you will let your brain have a break, even if i have to drag you on this couch" he softly said as he stroked your arm and kissed your forehead.

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gothicwidowsworld · 1 year

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Don’t fuck it you muppet L.N

“I’m scared…” the man admitted, ashamed, his declaration lacked his usual cocky confidence but it was pure honesty. “I’m scared I’m going to fuck up.” The man spoke again, still uncertain but gaining courage.

“Your Uncle Carlos told me to not fuck it up…. “Don’t fuck it you muppet.”” Lando laughed quietly at his awful attempt at the Spaniards accent, “Although I probably shouldn’t use that sort of language around you. Your Mummy would have my head.” Lando added teasingly, his denby azure eyes settling on the woman in question. Even after all these years just looking at Y/N made his heart flutter. She was wearing an extremely old Carlin team t-shirt, she looked so natural and at ease. A Goddess among mortals honestly. Even now he didn’t understand how he got so lucky with her, they’d met in the Karting World years before, back when Y/N towered over Lando and regularly showed the Tanned Brit what losing felt like. She’d been loud and mouthy in a lovable sort of way, even giving Oliver a run for his money at times.

The soft chatter stopped abruptly as the y/h/c young woman shuffled & shifted, the mid January sunbeams that had managed to break its way through the cracks in the curtains trying to desperately ease the woman out of her much needed slumber. “Norris close the curtains.” the y/h/c woman mumbled gently, snuggling deeper into the pillow, swatting at the man’s usual position beside her, blindly hoping the driver heard her and took pity on her utterly shattered body. The rough start to motherhood was still taking its toll on Y/N, despite the long nights the young couple had spent pouring over parenting advice books, the parenting courses, the inner circle of family support the y/h/c young woman was still wiped out.

The golden rays of sun refused to let y/n return to slumber. Perhaps a subtle message to not miss out on this small moment, fighting the urge to close her eyes Y/N turned to face the man. But instead her y/e/c orbs focused in on a sight that she’d only been able to dream of in the past couple of months, it felt like she’d waited a lifetime to witness this moment and it was just a random Tuesday morning. Lando resting against the headboard, donning mismatching socks and joggers, tanned chest on full display cradling the small life they’d managed to create. In that moment the failed five year plan, horrendous morning sickness, 17 hour labour and general pregnancy blues seemed so worth it. “Morning.” Lando whispered a reddish blush filling his cheeks at the prospect of being caught singing the anthem to his anxieties aloud. But even then the Brit couldn’t help small twitches of his upper lip as he tried to bite back a content dopey grin. Slowly Lando raised the hand that wasn’t holding newborn close, reaching out to brush the strand of y/h/c hair that had managed to escape from Y/N’s now messy ponytail out of her face.

“Did I miss her crying?” The y/h/c woman asked concern lacing her tired voice, trying to sit up despite the lingering post-labour pain. Shaking his head Lando replied reassuringly, his voice soft and low trying not to disturb the sleeping new born, “No no I was just up early.”

‘How are you feeling?’ Y/N could hear the apprehensive concern partnered with his words, Lando had watched all night, an undeniable sense of guilt hitting him each time Y/N winced in her sleep, the y/s/c woman still unable to find any comfort. There wasn’t much the Driver could do, but that didn’t ease the guilt that he had caused Y/N this pain.

“Honestly I’ve been better.” Y/N admitted bashfully. In fact Y/N was sure she could have been hit by a lorry and still felt more refreshed than she did right now. But watching a domestic new dad Lando made it more bearable. The pain and postpartum bleeding was temporary but her growing little family with Lando was forever.

A/N it’s shit, I know it’s shit but this idea has been bugging my brain for the past few days and i’m like super sick so this is written half delirious, on pain medication whilst binge listening to The 1975... so yeah

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blissxjj · 7 months

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I have another idea! Satan x MC who is scared of all animals (probably due to some terrible childhood experiences) but they never really mention it, since they don’t want to upset Satan. No one suspects it either because MC still loves and owns cat-themed items. One day Satan invites them along to play with cats and MC nervously but happily agrees, hoping they’ve finally gotten over their fear and quite giddy to see Satan in his element. Turns out a few minutes later MC gets too anxious to the point of tears, so they profusely apologise to Satan and leave. How would Satan react and how would he interact with MC after that?

If it seems too detailed or confusing please don’t force yourself to write it!!!! I’m already really glad and satisfied about my former request!!

Thanks for your request :3

Love the idea and here it is! hope you all like it <3

Satan X MC who is afraid of animals

SFW/Fuff

Satan:

You are a brave little human despite the power gap between you and many demons you still manage to stand your ground and fight for yourself

Except for when it's an animal we are talking about and not just devildom animals but animals in general

Back in the human world everyone in your school knew about your fear of ALL animals and avoided getting you in situations near animals except for some jerks who made your fear worst

But here in the devildom nobody knows about your fear because you really never told them or showed it, afraid that they will use it to threaten you, and even now knowing that they would never hurt you you still don't mention it

Because revealing your weakness might not be the greatest idea especially when you are already weak, the brothers don't own pets thanks to Lucifer's strict rules

But there is a certain blonde demon who is a huge animal lover specifically CATS

You were invited by Satan to play with these new toys he got for his cats and didn't want you to miss out on the cuteness

You walked in and immediately regretted your whole life decision that got you here in this situation

Satan didn't seem to notice your nervousness and all you thought about was his smile disappearing when you tell him that you don't want to play anymore

You suck it up and walk in and many cats brushed against your leg you push them away gently and Satan asked

"Why did you reject their love to you?"

"I just don't want hair to get on my clothes" you lied sitting on his bed and looked at all the toys he got

He must really love them getting 'em all these toys

"Are you ok MC? you seem nervous..." Satan asked

"No no no i am fine i am just tired that's all" you say fiddling with your hands

Satan just smiled and you could swear your heart did a back flip at the sight in front of you

The moment was cut off when a cat jumped on your lap and you squealed pushing it away

You stand up and immediately leave his room both scared and embarrassed at the same time

You run to your room and close the door behind you breathing heavily

"Ugh why did you run out with out saying anything" you said to yourself

You decided to forget about it when you hear a knock on your door

"MC are you in there? I just wanna talk" the familiar voice of Satan was heard outside your door

You open the door and let him in

"Was it something i said?" He immediately asked worried he made you upset

"No i was just-" you could feel tears about to pour out your eyes, Satan noticed it too and hugged you tight

You manage to control your tears and look up at him

"I am just afraid of animals Satan... including cats i didn't want to reject your offer because i wanted to spend time with you... even if it means comingface to face with my fear" once you said that

Satan's love for you tripled when you said that and his heart fluttered at the thought of you doing all this to spend time with him

"Are you mad at me?" You aksed panic in your voice

Satan just smiled and said

"Why would i be mad at you for something you can't control i am mad at my self for not being able to notice sooner"

He kissed you on the lips and you kissed back

Then hugging him tightly as he put his chin on your head

"I guess i will have to cancel all my date plans to The Cat Cafe" he chuckled then continued

"How does a classic dinner date sound?" He asked

"Perfect pick me up at eight?" You asked looking up at him

"You know it!....I love you so much MC"

"Love you too Satan"

There you go another Satan scenario hope you like it <3

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little-diable · 1 year

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The secrets our notes tell - Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch (smut)

I ran into the hot awful professor a few days ago, so I had to take this idea and turn it into a small fic. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader had always crushed on professor Cumberbatch, the man that treated her without any kindness dripping from his words, clearly signalling his annoyance with the woman. And yet, both are forced to work together, but perhaps he’s the reason for that forming teamwork after all.

Warnings: 18+, smut, semi public, age gap, professor x student, kind of enemies to lovers

Pairing: Professor!Benedict Cumberbatch x fem!student(professor to be) (about 5k words)

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Her tired eyes took in her surroundings of the old building, feet carrying her closer to the library. Music rang in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the passing by students. Rain was pouring from the sky, drops running down the windows like children returning home from a long school day.

(Y/n) was exhausted, mind still hooked up on the lesson that had ended a few minutes ago, praying that the day would come to an end soon. Her thoughts circled around her plans for the evening, hoping that she’d be able to take her mind off her University tasks.

The smell of the library engulfed her, reminding (y/n) of a museum where secrets were stored away, hidden for curious minds only. She tightened her grasp on her bag as she let her eyes wander, freezing as her gaze fell upon his frame. There he stood, waiting for his call to pick up his books.

Fuck, (y/n) had always known that Professor Cumberbatch would never leave her thoughts, at least not for a while. He still managed to make her heart race, skipping a few beats as if she was about to win the game of her life. The past semesters, as she had visited his courses, urged on by the growing tension between them, the annoyance of his kept growing whenever she was around. Deep down she had never truly understood his vendetta, unsure why he hated her with such a burning passion. And yet she hadn’t been able to stay away from him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

Before (y/n) could snap out of her thoughts to speak to him, he stepped forward to the now free counter. She didn’t hear the words he spoke, still focused on his appearance, the black suit he wore and the slight curls forming on his head. Slowly she walked past him to another now free counter, not able to tear her eyes away from the professor’s frame, only as the woman started speaking to her was (y/n) forced to snap into motion.

“I’ll be right back.” She watched the woman leave to fetch her books, gaze almost automatically wandering back to where the professor had been standing, only to find an empty spot. He must have left a few moments ago when her focus had been slipping. A sombre feeling stretched itself through her body, almost deflated about missing out on her chance to speak on him. And yet her gaze found the black notebook he always carried around with him placed on the counter. He must have forgotten it, distracted by the task at hand.

Before (y/n) could stop herself she had reached for the notebook, slipping it into her bag as she murmured a soft “Thank you” to the woman that had collected her books. Her feet carried her almost automatically down the hallway towards his office, taking turns with her heart accelerating its beat, silently hoping that he was still around, that she still got the chance to speak to him.

Softly she knocked on his door with blood rushing through her veins like riders chasing enemies, accelerating their speed with every passing second. The door was ripped open, exposing his tall frame to her wide eyes, towering over her with his grim expression tugging on his features.

“(Y/n)? What can I do for you?” His voice dripped with surprise, he certainly hadn’t expected her to turn up without emailing him beforehand. For a second she struggled to find her voice, body guided by her nervousness, the never ending crush she had struggled with for the past month.

“Sorry for the disturbance, but you must have forgotten this in the library.” (Y/n) pulled the notebook out of her bag, not expecting him to rip it out of her hands without thanking her. His cold eyes stared down on her, lips pulled into a thin line as if he had to stop himself from confessing his darkest secrets in the depth of the night.

“Did you open it?” Professor Cumberbatch’s voice grew rougher, lower, not daring to add enough strength to the words he was about to speak. She could only shake her head, unsure why he was acting this angry, not used to seeing him like this. “Next time you should stay out of my business, this is of no concern to you.”

And with one last glance thrown her way, the professor shut the door in her face. It took (y/n) a few seconds to start moving away from his office, heart in her throat, unsure if the past moments have really just happened. Her insides churned at the mere thought of pissing him off, she had always tried to please the handsome man, hooked onto his every word like a drunkard fostering a bottle of alcohol.

“Hey, look at me, it will be alright.” (Y/n) looked at her friend, forcing a smile onto her lips. Today was the day, the day she had been dreading ever since last semester. She’d meet her supervisor today, not knowing who’d be the one to guide her through her first teaching experiences, who’d look over her every task for the upcoming year.

For the past weeks (y/n) had found herself silently praying to whoever was listening, hoping that she’d be paired up with somebody she knew, somebody who knew that she was determined to give her all. Just the mere thought of being paired with somebody that didn’t appreciate her work left her insides churning.

“I’ll text you later, wish me luck, please.” With one last glance thrown her friend’s way, (y/n) made her way towards the stairs, leading up to the building of her faculty. Her limbs were trembling, palms growing sweaty, it felt as if this was her only chance of getting her hands onto that position, unsure if they could still fire her - thoughts running wild, heart skipping beats, eyes no longer able to focus. A nightmare she couldn’t wake from.

Lost like Euridice in the underworld, (y/n) was frozen on her spot, eyes hooked onto the person that was holding the door open for her. A silent whimper threatened to claw through her, hoping that Professor Cumberbatch would leave her be. The man’s piercing eyes bore through her skin, able to uncover her every thought as if he was Hades himself.

“Good morning, (y/n).” Monotone like his expression, he spoke the words, eyes flickering from her eyes to his phone, typing whatever he was trying to communicate. She replied with the same greeting, just above a whisper, not daring to speak louder. Careful steps guided her through the hallway, with the professor hot on her heels, and slowly but surely the daunting realisation clashed upon her like the waves that had drowned Leander at Hellespont.

Both of them came to a halt in front of the office of the head of the faculty, and without any words rumbling through them, the professor once again reached for the door, allowing (y/n) to step inside first. She was greeted with a warm “Hello”, and yet she felt her heart racing, very well aware that her upcoming months would be hell, perhaps even worse than that.

“It’s good to see you both, please, sit.” (Y/n) couldn’t speak, no air was bursting through her lungs, no strength was resting on her vocal chords. “Since you are familiar with one another, we can skip the formalities. (Y/n), Benedict has put together a structure for you, he’ll go through that one with you later, we’ll check in every now and then with the two of you to see how things are going. If anything goes to plan, you should be able to teach on your own from May on.”

Her eyes flickered to the calendar placed on the woman’s desk, reading the 21st of November. One could only pray that the months would pass by quickly, that she’d survive whatever was coming her way. For years she had dreamt of this very moment, and yet it had turned out rather sour, nothing like she had imagined it to be.

“We are happy to have you around, and very grateful that Benedict has recommended you to us.” And for a second, just a fraction of a second, her world stopped spinning. He had been the one to recommend her? The professor that treated her like a bitter man would treat his sworn enemy?

She couldn’t stop her eyes from meeting his, hoping to read the man that stared at her without any reaction. And yet she was met with an uneasy nothingness, as if she was staring at a blank canvas.

“Thank you, I’m very excited about this position.” A small smile formed on her lips, trying to put on an act that left the woman satisfied. She could only hope that she’d make it through this somehow, without any nights filled with tears running down her cheeks, without any nights where she cursed his name.

The three of them rose from their chairs, allowing (y/n) to shake the woman’s hand before she followed the professor outside. He didn’t speak up once as he started walking, assuming that (y/n) would follow him towards his office. It felt like a déjà-vu, reminding her of the last time she had stood outside his office, days ago she had been filled with excitement, mind hooked on her crush and the way he had made her feel, but now she felt nothing but dread.

“Tea? Coffee?” It was the first time he spoke since that moment at the door, forcing her heart to skip yet another beat as she murmured her reply. (Y/n) watched his every step, trying to read his posture, wondering if she could decipher the signals his body kept sending out, though without any luck. He was a statue, chiselled from a substance only found in the depth of no man’s land.

“I,” the vowel left her before she could overthink her words. “Why me? You don’t like me.”

For the first time since they had first crossed paths years ago, (y/n) could feel some kind of uncertainty radiating off the man. His teeth ran along his lower lip, eyes focused on his tea, on the steam that rose from the cup like the shade of Euridice that had lured the woman into her eternal end.

“You are excellent in the field, there’s no other student that knows it like you do. It would be a waste of talent. This isn’t about sympathy or any emotions, and neither do I dislike you.” Piercing eyes found hers like magnets pulled together, uncovering every secret resting in their minds. There was no way out, no way to hide from the upcoming months, forced to work together, to operate as a team.

“You don’t need to lie to me, professor.” A soft chuckle rumbled through (y/n), a sound caught in her throat as he tensed in his chair. Once again he made her feel as if she had overstepped, as if she was testing the man.

“I have no reason to lie to you, (y/n). You were the one desperate to prove your talent to me, from the start. A pathetic move if you ask me, and yet you couldn’t stop.” The fire inside her veins was tamed by the icy words rumbling through the man, forcing her lips into a thin line that kept her from speaking up. “We are here to work, to teach and to research, not to make any friends. Here, this is your structure, you’ll stick to it.”

The warning spoken from his thin lips hung in the air, weighing her down. All (y/n) could do was nod her head, hoping that she’d be able to leave any moment now.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at ten back here, we’ll walk to your first class together.” Without speaking another word, (y/n) rose from the chair, she grasped her bag and murmured a small though sharp “Goodbye, professor.”

To say that (y/n) was nervous was a grand understatement. With barely any sleep clinging to her trembling frame, she kept pacing the hallway, waiting for the professor to turn up. Every now and then her gaze flickered to her phone, watching the seconds tick by as time was moving closer and closer to 10 am.

And yet she could feel him before she saw him, body reacting to his closeness with goosebumps rising on her skin and with her heart skipping beats. A soft “Morning” left her lips as professor Cumberbatch nodded his head at her, walking past (y/n) to guide her to the first class of the day.

By now she knew his structure by heart, wouldn’t even be surprised if he quizzed her on it, expecting her to know his every command - which she did. The whole day would be spent with him close, even though she’ll only teach one class, forced to sit through endless hours of his teaching. A small part of her mind couldn’t help but be excited about being close to him, allowed to admire the handsome man.

“Try to work through this hour on your own, remember to ask questions and to allow your students to ask whatever they need to ask. I’ll be close, if you need my help.” The professor’s voice sounded unfamiliar, too soft, too calm, something she wasn’t able to focus on for long as the first students found their way into the class. No reply was formed on her tongue, no words to thank him, only able to watch him sit down in the first row.

For the upcoming sixty minutes, (y/n) somehow managed to keep him out of her thoughts, eyes not meeting his once, and yet she felt somewhat grateful that he was close. Every now and then she found herself stumbling over her words, hoping that the students could follow her explanations, and whenever she got lost for a moment or two, she felt professor Cumberbatch straighten his posture, ready to step in.

“Thank you all for today, remember to go through next week's reading. Don’t hesitate to reach out, should you have any questions.” Heat swapped through her as the students knocked on the tables, signalling their appreciation. Only as the first started to rise from their seats did (y/n) allow herself to look at the professor. The man had his eyes already fixed on her, lips pulled into the all too familiar thin line.

“That was good, enough we have to work on, but better than expected.” She took it as a compliment, tried to focus on the hidden appreciation, and with a smile shot his way, (y/n) found herself determined to prove to him that she was as worthy of this job as he was.

“How many meetings will you have with him?” Her friend’s voice rumbled from (y/n)’s speaker, eyes focused on the road ahead. Both had been working on their tasks for the past hour, allowing (y/n) to phone her friend to tell her more about the past weeks. It felt almost strange to speak of the professor without cursing him, not yet used to him being somewhat kind to her.

By now she was used to being around the professor, and yet the way he’d compliment her was still new to her. There was nothing sweet about the words he’d speak, nothing she could cling to like a drowning woman in need of a life vest. Nevertheless, deep down she knew that professor Cumberbatch was proud of her, even if he didn't speak of that.

“I don’t really know, I have to see him in a few.” In the past weeks she had met up with him every Thursday afternoon, talking about her teaching, what she should change and the questions keeping her awake. Sometimes they met up at his office, sometimes at his house, depending on his timetable.

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had stepped into his home, the warm atmosphere that had engulfed her, the scent of tea that had hung in the air, making her feel as if she was coming home after years away. She hadn’t dared to roam around, had barely gotten the time to study the endless seeming amount of books keeping his shelves filled, and yet (y/n) had felt awfully comfortable in his house, silently praying that she’ll be able to return.

“I’ll call you back alright?” By now she could see his house from afar, one of many in the neighbourhood not many could afford to live in. No longer was she nervous about entering his personal space, no longer was she worried about being met with his cold demeanour, slowly but surely able to read between the lines. With a smile tugging on her lips, (y/n) knocked on the door, counting down the seconds it took him to invite her in - always exactly 20 seconds, not one second longer.

“Here, I brought you some brownies.” A soft “Thank you” left the professor as he took in her frame, taking the box from her outstretched hand. Even though his demeanour and his cold words were nothing new to her, she still wasn’t used to the way he studied her, eyes growing a few shades darker - as if they were stuck in the dark and she was the only light to guide him back into safety.

“Tea?” Both had adjusted to some kind of routine, exchanging only a few words as she got comfortable, finding her spot near the big window of his office, allowing her to take in the view of his garden. She watched him pour her a cup, trying to contain her smile, he seemed unusually calm, slowly adjusting to having her near for most parts of his week.

„Do you have any questions?” It was the same routine, he’d give her time to ask her questions, while taking his notes and then he’d lay his critique upon her. Though whenever he got to the critical part (y/n) found herself growing tense, not wanting to hear anything negative from the man she desperately wanted to impress like the goddesses standing upon Paris, waiting for his judgement.

The minutes kept fading by, where he listened to her rambling, attention fully focused on (y/n). Though as he started talking, telling her what she could improve, (y/n)‘s gaze started to wander, fixated on the window and the darky sky that was shaken apart by thunder. Rain poured from the sky, forming puddles on the once so green grass.

“(Y/n),” he called her name with a smile forming on his lips, clearly aware of the distraction. She didn’t reply, kept staring at the drops that fell like tears, wondering what the sky was crying about. “Love, look at me.”

Both froze at the use of the nickname. Heat rushed through both their systems, though as Benedict wondered if he should take it back, (y/n) couldn’t help but smile, hoping that she’d get to hear him calling her that again. Their eyes met, and for a moment they were surrounded by nothing but silence, a silence torn like a piece of paper by the roaring thunder.

“Sorry, please repeat that.” She didn’t dare to give her words enough strength, relishing in the comforting atmosphere. With his eyes wandering over her features, he shook his head, closing his notebook to end their session. He allowed his gaze to follow hers, taking in nature’s spectacle.

“It may take a while till the storm passes, you are welcomed to stay here.” He rose from his seat, waiting for her reaction before he guided her back downstairs. Barely any lights were illuminating his house, kept in the dark like the pull they felt inside their chests. Without any words spoken the two of them found themselves placed on his sofa, not wanting to tear their eyes from the windows.

“Can I ask you something?” Her whispers filled the room, drawing his attention towards her. “What do you write down in that notebook of yours? Why were you so angry at me for picking it up?”

“I take notes of my classes, of students that pay attention and the ones that don’t,” Benedict couldn’t look at her, cheeks growing a rather pinkish shade. “Most of my notes focus on you. How you distract me. How you make me doubt my lessons.”

“Of me? I didn’t think I’d ever experience something like this.” Her words were followed by a chuckle tearing through her. A sound so soft and raw, Benedict felt his heart skipping beats like stones tossed over the ocean’s surface. “God, I was so scared of you when we first met.”

“Scared?” Benedict spoke his words as soft as she did, like a whisper in the night, hoping not to wake the ones that could haunt them.

“Yes,” once again (y/n) found herself chuckling as she remembered those times, eyes now fully focused on his features. “We both know that you disliked me from the start and you were quite talented at making me feel your annoyance.”

“I never disliked you, (y/n).” Only now did the two of them seem to notice how close they were sitting, bodies touching with every exhale of air. And before Benedict could stop himself, he reached for her face, cupped her warm cheek and let his thumb linger on her lower lip. “I was annoyed at your urge to prove yourself to me, because I couldn’t understand how you were so unaware of my admiration. I’ve always known that you were brighter than the others in my class, god, they knew it too, but you kept on doubting yourself. And if I’m being honest, love, I don’t know why.”

She was at loss for words, perhaps because of the confession he had just spoken; perhaps because of the way his thumb kept tracing her lips; but perhaps because for the first time in months, she no longer felt as if he was treating her wrong. For the first time in months he had become aware of her, every part of (y/n).

“I,” (y/n) stumbled over her thoughts, not knowing how she could reply to this. Her thoughts were running wild, while one part was begging her to close the gap between them, hoping that he wouldn’t reject the unfamiliar touch, the other forced her to sit straight, to grasp her bag and to leave. The professor seemed to struggle with the same inner conflict, eyes flickering to the window, seemingly noticing how the rain had stopped falling.

Benedict cleared his throat as he chased the now growing distance between them, he rose from his spot, ran a hand through his hair and walked towards the window. (Y/n) used his moments of distraction to grasp her bag and with a soft “I’ll see you tomorrow” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) made her way out into the cold evening.

The following morning, as they crossed paths once again, she could feel the tension rising between them. No longer did he look at her with that gaze she couldn’t pinpoint. No longer did he speak soft words that made goosebumps appear on her skin. No, he looked at her with the all too familiar cold gaze that made her insides churn.

Barely any words were spoken as they walked to class, not even the “I’m here, if you need me” line came across Benedict’s thin lips. Nothing but an uneasy silence that made (y/n) lose her focus.

All throughout her lesson she tried to catch his gaze whenever her students were working on their task; whenever she got a moment to breathe her mind started taking her back to the day before and their calm moments together. By now they felt like mere dreams, nothing more than a reminder of older times one could barely talk about.

And yet her urge to speak to him grew stronger with every passing minute. The second she ended her class, (y/n) grasped her bag and walked towards him, hoping to catch him before he could run. An almost monotone expression tugged on her features, masking his, hoping that he couldn’t see right through the act she was putting on, “We need to talk.”

“I don’t think,” a sharp “Now” ripping through her interrupted him, pupils momentarily dilating from the unexpected tone of her voice. Benedict studied her for a second or two, pondering over his choices before he nodded his head, guiding her out into the hallway and towards his office. An uncomfortable silence hung between them, weighting her every step down as if she was carrying a weight so heavy she barely could breathe.

The door to his office fell shut with a heavy thud, and before (y/n) could overthink her next step, she grasped his hand and pulled him closer. Two breaths were sucked into her lungs as she shifted her weight into her toes, eyes flickering up to meet his wide ones before she pressed her lips against his. Benedict instantly replied to the touch, hands finding her waist, pulling her against his chest.

Both didn’t dare to let go of one another, lips chasing one another as if the passing seconds were falling through their hands like sand. Not wanting to miss the moment keeping them chained together, he guided her towards his desk, pushing her on top of it.

“I thought you wanted to talk.” He murmured his teasing words against her lips, chuckling as her hands found his hair, tugging on the roots to pull him in for another kiss. Their tongues met, exploring one another in the rawest form imaginable, urged on by their desire. Trembling hands worked on his trousers, wanting to feel every part of him, very well aware of the fleeting time.

“Are you sure about this?” Benedict caught her hand, forcing her to stop moving for a moment. Though the second she murmured her “Yes” he let go of her, hands working on her trousers, helping her out of them before he gave her another push back. “I’d love to take my time with you, but we can’t do that here.”

“Just fuck me, professor, please.” She felt him freeze, eyes hooked on hers as his lips broke out into a smirk. Soon enough he’d push her through endless hours of pleasure thumping through their veins, making her tremble and shudder, though for now they’d have to take the rushing by minutes they were offered.

He reached for his wallet, pulled the silvery foil packet free and ripped it open with his teeth. She could only watch him roll it down his hardening cock before he aligned himself with her heat. And with their eyes meeting once again, he pushed into her. Their lips searched one another to drown out the moans rumbling through them, hoping that nobody noticed what was going on behind closed doors.

With her legs slung around his waist and her upper body rising from the table top, she pressed herself against his chest, wanting to feel him as close as humanely imaginable. He fucked her fast, rough, urged on by the minutes they kept losing. Nothing would ever be able to describe the waves of emotions clashing through her, filling every part of her body like lava burning a town to the ground. Caught like the citizens of Pompeii, stuck in a trance she’d never wake from, she felt herself quivering for more.

“Wish I could take a picture of you, so ready for me, so beautiful.” (Y/n) had a hard time concentrating on his words, struggling to breathe as she lost herself in the moment. He filled her perfectly, every thrust pushed her further into the abyss no human could ever retreat from. She was falling, harder than the snowflakes on a cold December evening, faster than the rain pouring from the sky.

“Fuck, I knew you’d be the death of me. I’ll never be able to let you go.” God, how she hoped that he’d stick true to his words, not wanting to part from the man she had always admired. Her soft moans seemed to be enough to beg the man to add more pressure to his thrusts, fingers finding their way to her core, softly rubbing her bundle of nerves.

Her walls fluttered around him, signalling her arising high that was about to swap through her way too soon. Benedict stared down on her, hand tightening its grip on her waist, not daring to let go as she came around him with that choiceless devotion. Glistening eyes watched her fall apart, every ounce of strength bleeding from her veins like water drying out in the sun.

He followed her down the edge with a groan, forehead pressed against hers. Neither of them dared to move, neither of them wanted to break the bliss they were holding onto. Caught in a wave of unnamable emotions.

“There’s no way out of this now, I hope you know that.”

#Benedict Cumberbatch smut #professor fic #Benedict Cumberbatch imagine

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carni-val · 2 years

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Hello. I know you still aren't taking requests, and I don't expect you to do this now. Could you write something with Raymond Smith calming his f!s/o down from a breakdown/panic attack that was caused by exhaustion and stress? And him finding out that his s/o hasn't ate or drank much if anything due to the stress.

I just found out we have bedbugs and I haven't slept but maybe an hour in the last 48 hours, and also only managed to drink a yogurt smoothie. I could use some self indulgent Raymond headcanons or whatever you feel like. It probably sounds selfish but, I need a break from reality. Your writing gives me that.

I'm Tired [Raymond Smith]

pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader

summary: Ray takes care of you when things get to be a little too much.

warnings: Reader having a hard time, a breakdown/panic attack

author's note: Hello my dear. First of all, I'm so sorry that you're going through this. Bed bugs are hell on earth so I will take this request to try and help soften the blow of it all. I also have not written for this man in so long and I kind of miss him. I will try and get back to writing for him as soon as I can <3

Charlie Hunnam Masterlist | Raymond Smith Masterlist

You hadn't answered Ray's calls for the past hour and it had him worried sick.

He knew you had to have been home from work by now, but he hadn't heard back from you.

He left Mickey's as soon as he could and made his way to your apartment, knocking frantically on the door when he got there.

No answer.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He pulled out his keys, finding the copy to your apartment key hanging there before unlocking the door and making his way in.

After he'd confided in you about what he did for work, the two of you decided it'd be a good thing for him to have the spare key, incase anything happened.

He hoped he'd never have to use it, but it looked like today was the day.

Once he was in your apartment, he searched through the rooms, calling out your name, growing more panicked each time he was met with silence.

When he finally got to your room, he found you on your bed, face soaked with tears and chest heaving.

"Oh, love." Ray's heart would just sink.

You looked okay physically - you didn't seem hurt, the place didn't seem to have been broken into, but you weren't really okay.

He'd rush over to the bed and take you in his arms, holding you there and letting you cry on his shoulder - no questions asked.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen you like this; he knew how overwhelming life could get and when it rained, it poured. But he was the best damn umbrella.

He didn't say a word, holding you tighter to him when you sobbed into his chest.

His ringed hand would reach up and smooth the hair on the back of your head, stroking your head gently and rhythmically, quietly shushing you and promising you that everything was okay - trying to remind himself of the same thing as he recovered from the fright you gave him - and if things weren't okay right now, then they would be.

He'd press kisses on top of your head and bare your weight, letting you rest.

"I'm so tired," you finally said once your crying calmed down.

Without another word, Ray lay down against your bed, you still cradled tightly in his arms and pressed against his chest.

It took you some time but you explained everything that had happened throughout your week; every single thing that fell through that just piled up and brought you to this point.

"And I can't even remember the last time I slept or ate anything," you sighed heavily.

This shifted a gear in Ray because this would absolutely not do and all of that was going to change right now.

He sat you up and pulled out a pair of your pyjamas from your dresser. It was barely six o'clock but tomorrow was Saturday so you could afford to lay in.

"You're going to rest here," he explained as he helped you get changed into your pyjamas. "And I'm gonna make you something to eat."

"Ray-" you begin to protest, not wanting him to leave your side.

"Just something quick, a sandwich maybe? And I'll be right back," he promised, helping you stand up as he exchanged your jeans for pyjama pants.

He was so gentle as he helped you into your pyjamas, holding onto your hand as you balanced on one foot to get the other foot into the pants.

He pulled the covers on your bed back and helped you lie down, propping up the pillows and fluffing them up before he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Ray moved around your kitchen quickly, putting together everything he needed to make a nice, hearty sandwich for you. He also boiled some water for some tea, knowing it'd help you fall asleep.

Once the meal was all made, he brought it to you and sat in bed next to you.

He was patient, letting you continue to talk it all out if you wanted to, but if you didn't, he'd be there to distract you with tidbits about his day or even to just sit there in silence and keep you company as you ate a long overdue meal and sipped on some tea.

He took the empty plate from your lap and placed it on your nightstand before opening up his arms and letting you fall into them again.

He was close enough to press a kiss to your head, play with your hair, and run his fingers along your arms to help you fall asleep faster.

Once he heard your deep breathing, he let out a sigh of relief and popped off his glasses to join you in a your nap.

#raymond smith #raymond smith imagine #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam imagine #the gentlemen #the gentlemen imagine

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karebear4499 · 6 months

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You Are My Sunshine Chapter 4

Considering how much partying had taken place the night before, it was no surprise that Branch had slept through the morning song. When he finally dragged himself out of bed, he poured himself a cup of coffee and got dressed as usual, not yet noticing that anything was out of place as he hummed a little tune.

Passing by Sunshine’s room, he was a bit surprised to see her still buried underneath her blankets. He figured, like Poppy, she would’ve woken up the minute the sun came out. “Sunshine,” he called, clapping his hands together, “Come on, up and at ‘em! Poppy’s probably waiting for us!”

Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t get a response out of her. He knew that, like him, she was likely still tired from the party last night, but he felt that they had both slept in long enough.

When he attempted to wake her by flicking her bedside lamp on and off, it suddenly occurred to him that the blanket should have been rising and falling with her breaths.

“Is she alright,” he thought, worried. “Sunny,” he exclaimed, throwing the blanket off to find the form underneath was a small pile of pillows. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor, Branch’s heart threatening to explode out of his chest as he picked it up and read it.

“Dear Branch,

By the time you read this, I will be gone. If my family isn’t going to come and find me, then it looks like I’m going to have to come to them. Don’t worry about me; I’m bringing everything I’ll need to make it on my own. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you. Tell Poppy I love her too.

Goodbye,

Sunshine”

“No, please no,” Branch said as he stared at the letter, blinking back tears in the hopes that soon he would wake up from this nightmare he had to be having. He refused to believe that Sunshine would do something like this. She wouldn’t have made such an irrational decision, would she?

Unfortunately for him, the truth was right there in black and white in front of him. She had really left.

In a panic, he quickly shoved the letter into his vest and sprinted towards the elevator. He had to find Poppy.

They had to find Sunshine.

…

The birthday cake was still standing in the middle of the meadow. Despite it being pecked at and feasted on by several woodland creatures overnight, as well as having whole slices missing from the party, it still looked virtually untouched. Poppy and the Snack Pack were standing around the base of the cake, offering some to anyone who passed by and helping themselves to what they could handle.

“Yeah, maybe I did go a little overboard with the cake,” Poppy said sheepishly.

“You’re telling me,” Smidge retorted, wiping frosting out of her hair. “At this rate, she’ll be twelve by the time it’s all gone.” Mr. Dinkles popped his head out of the side of the cake and “mewed” in agreement.

Cooper was situated at the very top and eating his way down each layer. “I told you we should’ve gone with the cupcake tower,” he said, belching.

Poppy was about to scold him for taking such big bites—even though she was really desperate to get the cake down to a manageable size--when she heard her name frantically being called. She turned to see Branch running towards her, a panicked expression on his face.

“Oh, good morning Branch,” she said, momentarily oblivious to her boyfriend’s distress. “Hope you slept well. You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you? You want some cake?” Without waiting for a response, she thrusted a piece of cake in his face as she begged, “Please, for the love of hair, have some cake!”

Branch shoved the cake away in frustration. “We have more important things to worry about than cake, Poppy,” he shouted. He pulled out Sunshine’s letter and handed it to the troll queen.

Poppy’s eyes scanned over the letter as she muttered the words written on it to herself, gasping and placing a hand over her mouth once she realized what it meant. The others around her were watching with concern and asking what was wrong, but she paid them no mind. She couldn’t—no, she refused to—believe it. This had to have been some kind of prank. But this was definitely Sunshine’s handwriting, and she would never do anything to worry her or Branch as a joke.

“Sunshine ran away?”

Branch nodded, the terror now evident on his face. The Snack Pack gasped in disbelief. “I-I thought we’d had a good talk last night,” Branch said, pacing back and forth, “I thought everything was fine. We need to find her, Poppy. She’s way too young to be out on her own.”

Poppy nodded in agreement, pulling a megaphone out of her hair and announcing Sunshine’s absence to every troll within earshot. She assured them all that a village-wide search party was unnecessary; her and Branch would set out to find her on their own.

After going back to their respective homes and gathering all that they would need for their journey, Poppy and Branch prepared to set off in the balloon. “If anyone has any issues while we’re gone, King Peppy can help you,” she added. Her father smiled with approval as he bid them farewell. “Good luck, Poppy,” he said, “Sunny’s counting on you two.”

Once the balloon had disappeared from view, Tiny Diamond leapt onto his father’s back, pulling on two strands of his hair like a jockey trying to take control of his horse.

“Ow, Tiny!” Guy yelped, “believe it or not, you’re getting way too big for that!”

Tiny ignored his protests, instead trying to direct him forward. “C’mon, Dad,” he shouted with determination, “I wanna try to find Sunny too!”

“Poppy said she and Branch could handle this themselves.”

“Please, Dad,” Tiny begged, leaning down to face him, “Sunny’s my best friend.”

Even from his inverted perspective, Guy Diamond couldn’t deny his son’s puppy-dog eyes were convincing. “Well,” he sighed, “I suppose an extra pair of trolls wouldn’t hurt.”

“How about two pairs?”

The glitter trolls turned to see Satin and Chenille had been the ones to speak up. “We’ll come with you,” Chenille said, looks of determination on hers and her sister’s faces.

“Or three?”

Smidge and Biggie came to join the group. “We know Poppy would appreciate our help,” Biggie said, Mr. Dinkles mewing in response.

Smiling at the grown-ups, Tiny placed a hand on top of his father’s. “We ready for this?”

Everyone joined in on the handshake and shouted in unison, “For Sunshine!”

#dreamworks trolls #fanfiction #broppy kid #kinda #This was super rushed #feedback appreciated

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doggirlhen · 9 months

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i just finished spiritfarer, actually properly finished. its impossible for me to talk about this game purely subjective bc its so. close to me. and my lived experience. putting this big long thing under a keep reading, warnings for discussion of death and whatnot as thats the prominent theme of the game, and spoilers for the game probably

please excuse the messy, rambly writing, im very tired and very very emotional about this sad boat game and just need to get my thoughts about it down before i go crazy

impossible to not cry at the end. i bought this game around 2019 on my switch, fresh after two or three big familial deaths. picked it up here and there but could never get myself to the end, either being to busy or it being too much for me. i finally found some time now, after owning it on PC for a year or two, to sit down and let myself experience it.

this game treats the passing of loved ones with such respect and care and the grief that follows so beautifully. even the characters i didnt much care for i felt heavily about when it was their turn through the everdoor. it blends this grief with gameplay mechanics so well, and doesnt ever let you forget those close to you. almost every character either has a resource you can collect because of them, their spirit still there when you need more of it, or theyre the ones who had you build the crafting station to make materials and youre reminded of them when you step in the door. i found myself making sure i had everyones favorite foods stocked in my inventory well past their exit. and to really hammer it in, everyone gets their profile marked in the stars when theyre gone.

stella's job is to take care of people, but shes always felt like a vessel-type character to me, as ive had my dealings with the loss of loved ones and those around me and found it incredibly easy to wear her shoes.

moments that really stood out to me were atul not letting you take him through, you just find his flower on its own. so heavily touched me, a man whos only ever cared for you not letting you see his struggles because he knew thats all youd devote yourself too. stanley, letting the weird kid take it the only way a kid could, curious but scared but you were holding his hand. i cant even begin to talk about daria, shes new to me and i can only hope no one can relate to her story but feel for her just the same. gwen, god i could go on about gwen. all the characters feel so lively, so real, all dealing with whats ending them as best they can.

the one that got me the most, though, was astrid. my grandmother on my moms side passed in 2019, so already getting me with a grandmother character but astrids story and motivations remind me so much of her and one of her lines at the everdoor, "dont forget me or i'll haunt you" sounds exactly like somehting my grandmother would say. tears pouring out of my eyes only beat by the end of the game as a whole. such a beautiful story

and beautiful game, too. breaking from the sad stuff for a bit to say the art and music are so beautfully crafted and touching, every character design and choice of animal so perfectly selected. look at darias profile how can you not fall in love immediately. look at her :3

just. please play this game if you have any sort of feelings about grief and loss. its touched my heart several times in the years since 2016 after lots of familial death and covid. its a bunch of different games at once, largely a resource management and crafting game but the story is so well written and the visuals are beautiful and im soon to buy the soundtrack because i always need it with me

this game means so much to me and will forever be on my mind, one million thank yous and tears to thunder lotus games and everyone involved.

#barks #spiritfarer

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charlottedabookworm · 2 years

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Hey! I hope your exams went well and ngl I wondered of you have some snippets written for the and i didn't like the ending verse. or some headcannons for aegon and/or his relationships with and to people?

lets not talk about that exam

the exam went far better than i thought it did and this has definitely not been sitting in my drafts long enough that I got the results no nope definitely not

anyway i gave Back Lack and Blue Boy birth names, the same way that Wet Stick is Ser Tristan, and this is very cracky cos I basically wrote it when I first thought of this au and so it makes zero sense but it's here

He drops his head to the table.

“Are you hiding from something, lēkia?” Helaena asks as she slips gracefully into the chair beside him. “Your sword perhaps?”

Aemond snickers as he takes his own seat, not understanding the joke but content to laugh at him anyway, and he loves his siblings. He loves them dearly but he understands now in a way he hadn’t before that younger siblings are annoying.

How the girls had never screamed at him Before, he doesn’t know.

“Fuck off,” he mutters instead, using Valyrian so his mother cannot snap at him for his language. If she doesn’t understand his words then he cannot get in trouble-

“Have care what you say before my sons, Aegon,” his elder sister says evenly and there is a wildfire raging beneath her words.

He swallows and lifts his head. “My apologies,” he says; even he can admit that six and seven are still young, even his sisters had attempted to keep the swearing away from him at that age and he’d been raised in a brothel. “It will not happen ag-”

A glint of metal, in the corner of his eye.

A gentle rasp of steel as it brushes wood, buried beneath the pounding of his heart.

A familiar hilt, parting the table like water as it rises.

“I threw you out of the bloody bastard window,” he hisses as his family falls silent, staring in shock at the sword seemingly growing out of the dining table, and he is so fucking tired of this.

Excalibur pulses before him. Waiting.

Always fucking waiting.

“No,” he tells the sword. The sword is supposed to be bound to Pendragon blood, not to his soul, so why the fuck does it keep turning up? He hadn’t spent years working with the Mage to bind the blade to Blue’s bloodline for it to do this. “No.”

The sword rises further out of the table.

Forget screaming at his siblings; he wants to strangle Merlin and Uther who decided to pour so much magic into a sword that this happened.

“I gave you to Blue!”

Excalibur rattles, pulsing with magic, trying to draw him in, to get him to reach out and pull- He snaps.

His chair topples backwards, crashing to the floor with a crack as he stands, slamming his hands upon the table.

Aegon glares at the sword. “You are supposed to be with Blue,” he snarls, rage bubbling in his veins like fear as he thinks of Blue. He thinks of his son, of Back Lack’s son, without the protection of the Sword. And he knows that Tristan and the Mage will look after him, he knows that his nephew-son has the loyalty of the Knights of Camelot. He knows that Blue Boy, son of Back Lack, is in a far better position than Art was when he seized the throne but-

The Sword is supposed to be protecting Ector Pendragon, son of Kay, son of Arthur, King of Camelot. That it isn’t is-

“If anything has happened to my son while you followed me after my death, I will melt you down,” he tells the enchanted blade and means it. He has dragonfire now. He’ll manage.”I will melt you down and pour the dregs into the depths of the ocean and never look back,” he swears, low and fierce, four-and-ten and nearly forty in the same breath.

“Egg.”

A hand, gentle as it covers his own.

He closes his eyes. “It was supposed to keep him safe, Hel,” he says, a whisper against the pounding of his heart.

Blue is supposed to be safe, the greatest King that Camelot has ever known, protected from his enemies by the sword of Uther Pendragon. His son is good, great, but Arthur was the brothel-boy turned king, once; Ector is more prepared than he was, but less for the lack of royal blood in his veins. Excalibur was supposed to-

“Your son is a man grown and you raised him well.”

He laughs. “I had no idea what I was doing. I just-” Blue had always been the best of them: of Back Lack, of Art, of Wet Stick. That boy was his nephew, his brother’s son, and he had held him in his arms as Kay was murdered, had listened to Ector’s screams and curses as blood flew. “I-”

“Aegon Targaryen! Explain yourself!”

Egg opens his eyes to see his grandfather, a furious frown upon his lips and his mother pale at his side. His nephews look confused and his older sister-

Rhaenyra’s gaze upon him is sharp, considering. Something alike to understanding sparking within her eyes. He wonders if the Valyrian stories his mother refuses to let them hear have a word for what he is.

He thinks he might ask her, after.

Meeting his grandfather’s eyes, he doesn’t flinch at what he sees there. The disgust, the greed and wanting are hardly hidden in Otto Hightower’s features. Egg has seen that look before, bound in a cell in Camelot, Vortigern towering over him and-

“Go fuck yourself.”

#ask #thiefinwhite #and i didn't like the ending verse #hotd #legend of the sword #my fic #snippet

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sexyfoxyjjk · 2 years

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Have a safe Flight Kookie

cast: Jungkook & f. reader

genre: Fluff

Jungkook woke up from his sleep and he found you beside him who was curled up asleep. he looked at the clock on the nightstand beside his bed and it was 7:30 am he got out of bed carefully so you wouldn't wake up and headed to the bathroom to clean up before his departure for qatar today.

You still don't budge from your sweet dream, and jungkook has finished taking a shower he sees you are still fast asleep maybe you are really tired because last night you two spent time together after coming home from he's parents house and making love before you will be left by your boyfriend to Qatar about the next week.

after getting ready and looking neat Jungkook approached you who was still asleep, actually he didn't have the heart to wake you up but he had to because it was impossible not to say goodbye to you.

"honey... I'm leaving" jungkook strokes your hair and kisses your cheek. you can't help but react to his touch you groan softly "ummhh.. oh already going" You open your sleepy eyes and see that your boyfriend is handsome and smells good. "yes i have to go now" the management guys have contacted me and they're already downstairs, while his hand continues to caress you lovingly.

"sorry I can't walk you downstairs I'm still sleepy" you talk with pouty lips and it always makes jungkook amused at you. he stole a kiss on your pouty lips and smiled said "It's okay I know you're still tired" his hand linked with yours.

"do your best. You deserve it baby, everyone will see you shining and I will watch you proudly here." you give encouragement to your boyfriend.

"You always do baby. I don't know how my life will be without you y/n" jungkook kissed you again and you reciprocated. "Go on, I'll go back to sleep 30 minutes enough" you talk to him after your kiss ends.

Jungkook got up from his seat beside your bed and he said "I will really, really, really miss you baby" while holding his finger in your finger "I'll miss you too kookie" you replied and gave him a smile. before letting go of his hand you say again "text me when you arrive" jungkook pulled the blanket to hide your naked body and said "always" he kissed your forehead before walking out of your room.

ps. I'm just pouring out what's on my mind always thinking about jungkook.🥺 he went to qatar and looked good and it stuck in my mind. 🤧 first time writing and sharing it I'm excited hope you like it and I'm sorry if those who read are a little confused with my English, because it's not my native language ^^ -Nie-

#jungkook fanfiction #jk ff #jeon jungkook fan fiction #kpop fanfiction #fluff jungkook #jk & yn #jungkook ff #kookie ff #fan fiction #bts fan fiction #jk #jungkook #jeon jungkook

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zmediaoutlet · 1 year

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Happy wincest wednesday!

How do you think their relationship would have progressed if the events after s2 didn't happen (aka sam not dying and dean not dying)? would they always be as tight of a unit as they were in s2 or would sam eventually seek "independence" like he did when he went with ruby (or was that because of the demon blood)? Also do you think sam would've reacted to dean coming back to life differently (less cool about it) if he weren't using his powers but being "old sam"?

(does that make sense)

hello, hello, anonymous wincest friend! i know you sent this in plenty of time but it has Been A Week and so i'm just getting to it --

-- sidenote i know that wednesday is the day for wincest but i hope everyone feels thrilled to be wincesty on any day that we can manage, yes? yes. okay, so --

This is a really interesting question, friend anon. In a sense this is like -- imagine myself back in 2007 when people were writing early-years wincest, contextless, without the weight of the future and also without the weight of the deepened past that we got over the many years of actual canon information. That's really hard to do, haha! But I'll try, for wincest saturday. Although this is a two-part imagining, so, let's see-- let's take the second part first:

How would Sam have reacted to Dean coming back to life in s4 if he hadn't been using his powers?

Very interesting question. Part of the question inherent in that is: is he still working with Ruby? I think we might have to say no -- her whole job is to corrupt him with hubris, and how would she manage to cling on if she doesn't have the excuse of ""helping him"" by getting him to use his powers? So we'll imagine a world where -- whatever, Sam stabs her with her own knife when she shows up -- and that sobers him up a little from his grief spiral, and of course he's still trying to figure out a way to bring Dean back, and maybe he's still even looking for Lilith, but he hasn't spun off onto that path-of-good-intentions that made so many things go wrong in s4.

So -- Sam's still had a hard goddamn summer, but he's not got that early corruption set in. Maybe still talking to Bobby. And one day he opens up his motel room -- he ordered pizza and he's tired and his leads keep petering out -- and there's Dean, standing there, Bobby over his shoulder, and Sam's luck is never this good so of course it's a shapeshifter or a demon or a -- and of course, it is Dean, and that means -- it means --

I don't know if you'd be able to peel them apart, honestly. Bobby'd start getting uncomfortable. ...My 'stick to canon' heart is elbowing me to remind me of how in s6 when Sam got resouled, Dean was perfectly happy to go off and do a case without him, but I really do think this'd be different. Sam would have been operating on a possibly Mystery Spot-esque emptiness and lack of hope and Dean coming back pours light and color back into his life in a way that the demon blood/Ruby/corruption path he was on just didn't allow. Of course he was happy in canon to have Dean back, but killing Lilith had become the main goal that overshadowed Dean's return bc Ruby needed that to be true, and here it wouldn't be. And that just. Does a lot. If they hadn't already consummated the wincest, strong chance a first time would happen within that first month back.

What if Sam and Dean didn't die and instead just kept 'normally hunting', presumably still after avenging John & Mary by killing Azazel since those are the events of s2?

So this is yet another world. I suppose if Sam doesn't die that means that he's the 'winner' of the Special Kids olympics. Whether he opens the devil's gate or not, the trouble with Sam not dying means that Dean doesn't sell his soul, and if Dean doesn't sell his soul he can't go to hell as the righteous man who will start the apocalypse, which means Lilith doesn't get killed at the right time, which means that they aren't the vessels of angels and none of that terrible shit happens. And so, without all that...

If the apocalypse doesn't happen, and they're just hunting and cleaning up demons and getting on with their lives, I think... they break up. Not necessarily in a super sad way, and not even necessarily angry. But there's no reason for them to stick together, not really. Maybe Sam meets some girl, in some town. Maybe going back to college seems feasible. There'll always be another ghost, another werewolf, and the thing is that now we're past s2 and they know so many other hunters, it doesn't feel like the end of the world if they find a job and pass it on to someone else, you know? Hell, maybe Dean wants to settle down, slow down. He never was as bought in on the hunting as he actually seemed. But -- in the same way that I always hold firm to the opinion that they make themselves into soulmates -- without all the shitty, scary things that happen to them over the middle years -- their soulmate status isn't actually there. They're still tied together by history and love, but it's a thinner weaker connection than it would be in s5, s7, s11. So Sam goes back to law school. Dean opens his own roadhouse. They talk, they maybe even still go on hunts occasionally. They're good brothers. They aren't more.

Healthier, probably. More fun for me? Absolutely not, lol.

#happy wincest wednesday #answers #any au i write is worse than canon #even if the 'worse' means 'healthier happier boys'#they hit their peak in s11 and i won't take arguments #but they have to go through all the bad to *get* to s11 #any other life is just... meh chicken stock #when you could have demiglace

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