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ghosts-cyphera · 7 months

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reader getting jealous when she’s seen pornstar!Ghost’s previous work with other girls even if she knows it’s irrational to be jealous since it’s his job 🤭

you chewed on your bottom lip as you flicked through photo after photo. each of them was with a different girl looking up at him or kissing him on the cheek. in some of them, his arm was draped over their shoulder, or they were perched on his lap with twinkling bright eyes.

most of the girls you knew. you'd worked scenes together or met them at work events. they were all lovely, and beautiful, and clearly his type too, judging by the grin on his features.

"christ."

it was silly. of course it was.

it was his job, just as it was yours: you knew that getting dicked down day after day did not mean anything.

it had not meant anything.

not until you’d allowed yourself to get used to the way he looked at you, his eyes full of adoration. the way he touched you, like the mere permission to run his fingers along your skin was something special. you had gotten used to the way he made you feel special.

and suddenly, it had all begun to mean something.

the realization had of course followed soon after. you were not any different from the rest, were you?

the fans all shipped you, yet there was not a single picture of you on his social media. the studio praised you for the money that the two of you were bringing in, yet they kept scheduling him with other girls.

girls who looked at him with the exact same twinkle in their eyes that you knew had to possess your gaze whenever you looked at him.

stupid. your fingers swiped through the photos faster in a surge of something bitter: something childish in the way that your lip moved into a pout. it was all stupid, all freaking—

"thank fuck you're here." the low rumble of a familiar voice startled you, and from the surprise, your fingers slipped: the betrayal followed by your phone falling.

flat across your face.

with a groan, you listened to it clatter against the floor of the common space of the studio, yet as soon as you pushed off the couch to reach for it you realized it to be too late.

ghost's fingers had wrapped around it, the man now grinning from ear to ear as he dangled it between two of his fingers. "if I didn’t know you any better—“

“ghost.”

“—I’d think you were doin' somethin' sneaky."

you shot him a warning glare as your fingers rubbed your aching nose. "give it here."

he had never been nosy: never dabbled into your privacy, and you could tell that this time too it was not his intention in the slightest. yet you could not blame him for recognizing himself on the dim screen of your phone, now could you?

fuck.

"darlin'," he paused, fingers still wrapped around your phone. his gaze flicked to yours as he raised a brow. "really?"

"just give it back."

with a grin—nearly boyish in the way his eyes twinkled—he tossed the phone back at you. "you shooting today, stalker?"

"just finished."

ghost raised an amused brow. “did you, though?”

you couldn’t help but laugh at the implication: at the knowing smirk on his features as he uncorked a bottle of water and brought it to his lips. he looked casual like this: leaning against an armchair opposite from you, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt.

“can’t really say that we just wrapped up either, now can I?”

“fuckin’ rawdogging my girl, eh?”

“your girl, am I?” you fell back on the couch, gaze headed towards the ceiling of the penthouse as you bit down your silly little grin. "funny considering that that's what he called me. inspired by our vids, I assume."

“who’d you shoot with?”

“graves,” you mused.

“ah so, no.” you could hear the grin on his features. “you did not actually finish.”

god.

your laugh was bright as you rolled your eyes. “if I did not know you any better I’d think that all this—,” you chuckled, “was jealousy. you’re not—jealous, are you?”

"nothin' to be jealous about, is there?"

"it's just work."

"opposed to what we have, eh?" his grin was playful, yet as your gaze met his, there was something else too. something deeper in the way that his eyes studied you.

what, you did not know. before you'd managed to place a finger on it, he'd pushed off the armchair.

now walking to you.

"so what if I were a little jealous?" his voice was a warm chuckle, and he crouched on the floor next to you. "would you feed my ego? would you go 'n tell me?"

"tell you—?"

"look me in the eyes," he tilted his head ever so slightly, his voice low, "and tell me, darlin', that graves fucked you like I fuck you."

"no one fucks me like—," your words died down with a laugh: your lips parted before you'd managed to bite down the words. "I'm not gonna go and feed your ego, ghost."

"already did," he grinned. no, he downright glowed, as he took a seat on the floor next to you. "y'know, I do sorta wish it was you today."

the corners of your lips tugged into a warm smile, and you propped your head against your hand. "who is it?"

"shel."

"shel's lovely."

"yeah," he nodded. "yeah, but she's not you, is she?"

you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth as you felt your cheeks turning warmer by the second. "it's not—," you then managed out a soft laugh. "it's just work."

"doesn't feel like fuckin' work with us, though, does it?"

"no," you hummed. "it doesn't."

where your sudden courage to address any of this was coming from, you did not know. yet as you saw the switch in his eyes: the touch of something warm, of something relieved...

"darlin', I wanted you to know I—"

a call for his name, echoing from the hallways of the penthouse cut his words short, and he pushed off the floor with a chuckle.

"fuckin' A."

"duty calls." you smiled. "I'll see you—"

"tomorrow," he grinned. "oh and—," ghost wet his lips with a chuckle, slightly breathless, "it was kate who stopped me from posting our photos, y'know? on social media. somethin' about the marketing team thinkin' it's better to—they want us to be exclusive. as in," he rushed to speak with a shake of his head, "for the website. so that to see what everyone is fussing about—"

oh.

"right," you managed as you fought back the bright smile that threatened to take over your features. "right, alright. so if it wasn't for kate—"

"sweetheart, I'd have you as my goddamn profile picture just to see more of you."

huh.

a call for his name—this time audibly frustrated—echoed across the space once more, and you grinned.

"go before they fire you for keeping them waiting."

"your loss, eh?"

"only financially," you smirked—your laugh warm as you watched him bump into the doorframe on his way out. and as you unlocked your phone, the grin that ghost had in the photo on your screen—smiling next to a girl—seemed to suddenly dim in comparison with the way he had just looked at you.

a/n: giggling, blushing, kicking my feet. I’m so goddamn soft for these two, lmao help. / pornstar!ghost masterlist / I'm so freaking here for all your thoughts about him!! 💌

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #pornstar!ghost

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moremaybank · 9 months

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BIRTHDAY BOY — j.m

summary you wake jj up on his birthday

warnings unprotected sex, oral sex (m. & f. receiving), fingering, choking (sorta), spitting (squirt into r's mouth), cum-swallowing, creampie, breeding kink, language

author's note i got a request for a jj smut in honour of rudy's birthday so here it is 💪🏽

jj masterlist

You've always considered JJ's birthday to be a holiday. Your favourite holiday, to be exact. You believe that he deserves to have good memories of his birthday. You don't want him to be stuck with the sour recollections of his special days turned disappointing by Luke.

You're wearing a mischievous grin as you tiptoe toward the bed. Your body's clad in JJ's favourite lingerie set, the lace clinging to your soft skin and showing off your curves. You creep onto the mattress, swinging your leg over his lap so you can straddle him. You lean down, your lips brushing against his ear.

"Wake up, birthday boy," you coo as your hands glide up his bare chest.

JJ stirs, a tired groan escaping his lips as he slowly blinks his eyes open. His gaze meets yours, droopy and still sleep-ridden. His eyes trail downward, and his once drowsy expression morphs into a a lust-filled one.

"Goddamn. Look at my girl," he says, his hands grabbing a hold of your bare waist. "What's goin' on?"

"Well...since it's your birthday and all, I was thinking we could have breakfast in bed."

JJ gets the idea when you roll your hips against his, grinding on him slightly. You feel him twitch under your covered core with excitement, and you give him a smirk.

"Then get on your back so I can eat," JJ instructs. He leans up on his elbows, ready to lift you off of him, but you stop him by planting your hand on his naked chest and pushing him back down. He lets out a soft gasp as he lands back onto his pillow, and follows up by giving you a smug grin. "Bossy. I like it."

"It's your birthday, handsome." Your lips etch wet kisses down his chest and torso, and once you reach his happy trail, your tongue darts out and you trace the line up from the hem of his briefs. JJ lets out a hum, slowly getting riled up by your teasing. You peer up at him through your lashes. "You deserve to be spoiled."

You palm him over his underwear, stroking him through the fabric and feeling his already large cock grow in your hand. You know he's getting excited when he starts to gently grind against your hand, craving more friction than you're providing. Normally, you'd push his hips down, make it clear that you're in charge, but today, all you want to do is make him feel good. To treat him and let him blow off some steam.

"You do spoil me, princess."

"Shh," you hush. "Be good for me and I'll suck every last drop of cum out of you, baby."

He chuckles softly, "Yes ma'am."

You tug his briefs down enough to expose his cock, and animated hearts pop out of your eyes as you begin to drool. He's half hard, slightly standing and begging you to bring it into your mouth. You want to swallow him whole, have him bruise the back of your throat as he fucks into you because your mouth is too perfect. Too warm and wet and inviting that he has no choice but to force his cum down your throat over and over.

You shuffle upward slightly, and gather the spit in your mouth before dribbling it all over his cock. Your hand circles his length, jerking him, and your lips come into contact with his throbbing tip. You run it over the wet seam of your lips a few times, humming in content when you taste the pre-cum leaking from him.

"Don't tease, pretty girl. Need you so fucking bad," he pouts, his voice still laced with sleep. His morning voice has always sounded like sex to you, but now, with him at your mercy, his pleading causing your arousal to grow.

"Yeah? How bad, J?" You question, still stroking him as your eyes hold his captive. Your grip tightens and you start to flick your wrist as you jerk and twist him. "Tell me what you want, baby. I'll give it to you. Just wanna hear you say it."

"Open your mouth. Let me fuck that pretty throat of yours. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," you beam, your voice low and sultry. You bring him back to your mouth, your tongue lapping at him as you help him bottom out. He's lodged so deep that your lips are right at his balls.

"F-Fuck, baby girl. Shit."

He bucks his hips, letting himself hit the back of your throat and watching as your eyes well with tears. His hand cradles the back of your head, keeping you in place and cutting off your air supply. He gives a few thrusts before he lets you retract. You come up slowly, hollowing your cheeks and creating a suction-like grip around him. Once you reach the tip, you slip him out with a pop.

JJ swipes a tear from your cheek. "Look so pretty when you're crying from my cock. Go ahead. Make me cum, sweetheart."

You smile with a nod, before eagerly bringing him back into your mouth. It isn't long before your head is bobbing up and down with determination, and your tongue slithers around him, dragging up and down the thick vein on the underside of his length.

"More. Gimme more," he demands breathlessly.

You do as you're told, sucking with more pressure and slurping his cock up like it’s ice cream that’s dripping down the cone. Your tongue swirls at his tip, teases his leaking slit. Your hands massage his balls and squeeze his thighs as you take him all the way.

JJ’s pleasure skyrockets, and his legs are starting to writhe around as you keep up your work on him. He keeps thrusting into your mouth, and soon enough, he ends up holding your head there while he fucks your throat just like you wished he would.

“Shit, gag for me, princess. Gonna fucking cum,” he grits out as his pleasure crests. He tips over the edge when your throat closes around him slightly, and you hum around him, sending addicting vibrations throughout his body. “Yes. Fuckfuckfuck.”

He finally releases you, and you slowly come up, careful not to waste a single drop of his cum as you withdraw from him. You swallow it all, opening your mouth wide to show him that you savoured his seed. He grins, and his hand then wraps around your throat, pulling you up for a deep kiss.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your swollen lips. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You can thank me by using me any way you like, handsome,” you say, threading a hand through his hair as he starts to nip at the skin of your neck. Your eyes flutter shut and you give him more access, feeling your core throb with need every time his mouth comes into contact with your flesh. You’re sure he’s leaving his mark on you, a silent thank you for his euphoric wake-up even though he verbally expressed his gratitude to you multiple times.

“Let me eat you out,” he murmurs into your collarbone.

“J, this is supposed to be about you. For you.”

“This is for me.” He flips you onto your back and towers over you. “Now spread your legs.”

You blush, opening your legs for him. The fabric hiding you from him is so thin, so lacy that he can still see most of you. His thumb swipes over your entrance and his mouth waters at how wet you are.

“Always so soaked after sucking me off, huh?”

He nudges you, hooking his fingers into your panties and signifying you to lift your hips for him. He drags the flimsy underwear down your smooth legs, and tosses them over his shoulder. His thumbs spread you wide, letting him get a good look at your dripping core. You smell so sweet, he contemplates just ditching all of his life plans so he can eat you out for the rest of his days.

“Love this pussy,” he muses, eyes dancing as he finally lets himself have a taste. His lips adorn your pussy with kisses and small, teasing licks that drive you insane. He’s kissing it the way he kisses you, passionately and bleeding with love. It’s also dripping with excitement and eagerness, his only dream in this moment to make you cum so hard you see stars.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, letting tousle his hair away from his eyes. He’s looking up at you as he shakes his head from left to right and stimulating your clit. He halts, moving to wrap his lips around it and suck on it.

Your thighs are already squeezing his head, and your moving around so much that his hands hook around your thighs so he can hold you right against his mouth. His tongue dips down and plunged into your entrance as he now fucks you with his mouth. Your own hand finds your clit, rubbing at it in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

“J, oh my god. Fuck,” you whine. “Feels so fucking good.”

He swaps his tongue for his middle and ring fingers, letting them curl into you and prod at that special spot inside you. He seats your hand away and his mouth returns back to your clit after tonguing through your folds. You collapse onto the mattress as he overpowers you. His fingers punt into you harshly, making your legs shake.

“Right there. Don’t stop!” you call out.

JJ doesn’t let up, and your orgasm crashes into you harshly, as you shake and twitch almost violently. Your gasping for air but JJ continues to finger you through it, making you squirt over and over again as you ride it out. Then, when he removes his fingers for you, he leans up grabs you by the jaw and spits the pool of your release into your mouth. He watches as you swallow, doing what he wants and making him proud.

“You taste good, don’t you, baby?” You nod as he stuffs your mouth with his cum-soaked fingers. “This has to be my best birthday ever.”

You beam at him. “Let me ride you, J.”

He reverts to his original position against his pillows and motions you over with his index finger. “Get over here, then, pretty girl.”

You crawl up his body and plop yourself up on his lap. His hands smooth down your curves and rest on your hips as your hand circles his length once again to guide him inside you. You both let out simultaneous gasps when he slips into your slick hole, engulfing him in your heat. You sit down fully, feeling his tip nudge at your cervix once he’s all the way inside you.

"So damn tight, baby. Squeezin' me like there's no tomorrow," JJ groans. "Start bouncin' for me."

His strong hold helps you follow his command, and your hands brace on the tops of his shoulders while you start to fuck him. Your nails claw at his chest, leaving jagged red lines as you let go of your restraint and take what you want from him. You're already breathless, feeling a burn in your legs as you continue to ride him. You're so wet that he slips out of you, and a whine emits from your lips at the loss of his cock. JJ helps you by slipping himself back inside, pulling you closer to your chest is flush to his greedy mouth.

"Hold on tight, baby. I can't take it easy on you," he rasps, his arms now fully wrapping around your frame. He holds you still and fucks up into you harshly as you cry out.

"Fuck me harder, J. Cum for me, give me your babies," you beg. A string of pleases fall from your lips as your hands grip onto the headboard in front of you. Your hands grow sore from how tight you're holding on, but JJ's electrifying thrusts have you struggling to feel it, or even care.

JJ moves his head to one of your tits, letting his tongue flick at your nipple before sucking on it. His teeth graze over your swollen bud, and one of your hands release the headboard to hold his head. You scratch at his scalp lightly and pull at his blonde strands as his pelvis smacks into yours. His mouth releases you, watching the pornographic view of your tits bouncing in his face for a few moments before he repeats his earlier actions to your other breast.

Your head falls back and your arms wrap around JJ's neck, calling out his name. You're nearing another high and JJ can tell by the way your walls are starting to clamp down on him as they try to milk him for all he's worth.

One of JJ's hands move to grip you by the neck. "Beg me for my cum again. Beg me to fill you up."

"Please. Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me and fill me up. Get me pregnant."

"Yeah?" He taunts, fucking into you with no remorse. "You want my fucking babies?"

"Yes! God yes!"

JJ's balls tighten and he twitches deep within you, kick-starting your own orgasm. You feel the warm goodness of his cum shooting into you, followed by the euphoria of your breath-snatching release. It hits you in strong waves, almost knocking you out with its force. His thrusts are still unrelenting, making sure he fucks his cum deep enough to breed you and grant your wish. "Take all this fucking cum, mama. All of it."

"J," you whimper at the overstimulation. He pulls you down to kiss you again, and his hips finally start to slow as he swallows your cries. He pulls away, one hand smoothing your hair from your face. Then, his thumb pushes into your mouth.

"Best fuckin' birthday ever. I'm gonna breed you all fuckin' day, princess. No way we're leaving this bed."

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dear-bunnyboo · 4 months

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐕𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐆 || 𝐉𝐎𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

important note: my face claim will be madison beer but you can imagine whoever you desire. also the songs mentioned are not all technically all madison’s i will be incorporating other songs from other artists.

all the pictures seen below are not mine, however they were edited by yours truly. credits to the owners.

This is part of my ‘ONE-SHOT’ category in my The One Series which means you can read this as a Standalone if you want too. This sill takes place in the same au and still follows Joe and Lovebug!!! Hope that made sense 🤍

First one-shot of The One Series!! Message me if you have any confusions I can clarify!!

she’s baackkkk!!!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Joe Burrow x Singer!Reader / Brief Ex!Jack Hughes x Singer!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Y/N Y/L/N takes the time to show us everything inside her bag.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, social media, some fluffy moments

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐓𝐮𝐛𝐞

IN THE BAG with Y/N Y/L/N

"Hey, Vogue! It's Y/N Y/L/N, and today I will be showing you what's in my bag." You introduced yourself as you stared at the camera in front of you.

Bringing your bag up on your lap to show the camera, you smiled.

"This is my new baby. My newest purchase, the Hermès Birkin in the color—" You looked down at your bag as you finished your sentence.

"I forgot what the exact color is called but I'm pretty sure it's the Orange 30," you said looking back up at the camera.

"I have an obsession with bags, I love collecting them—bags, shoes, and jewelry, not in that order. I... might have a problem." You giggled as you slowly opened your bag and continued your introduction.

"Also, before I begin— I just want to say that big bags aren't for me. This is a medium size at best, I prefer small bags and medium-sized bags. That's because I am the type of person who would fill their bags up to the brim when given the chance and I try to avoid that cause it gives me the opportunity to bring useless things that I would never use. So, yeah— this is the biggest it could get for me." You pointed at the Birkin on your lap.

Opening the bag, you reached in before pulling out your phone, "First thing in my bag is my phone which I placed in my bag before we started filming actually." You raised your phone up facing the camera.

"That's because I usually prefer my phone either in my hand or my pocket because for some reason I don't trust having it in my bag— if that makes sense." You furrowed your eyebrows as you slightly giggled at your explanation.

"I have slight attachment issues with my phone, which— we all have these days. So, yeah— my phone is only in my bag when absolutely necessary." You finished before placing your phone on the table presented in front of you.

"Next is—" You announced as you pried your bag open wider.

"My iPad. Which I always bring with me especially when travelling which I do a lot. It's either my iPad or my laptop— or both if I am traveling. But in this case just my iPad."

"Next thing in my bag is my notebook or journal." You pulled out a baby pink notebook out of your bag before smiling at the camera.

"This is a very special and important notebook. I'm not the type of person to journal or write about my day in a notebook like a diary. I know some people do that but I could never get myself into it. However, I do something similar to journaling which is writing music." You smiled cheekily at the camera.

"Yup. So this notebook has song lyrics in it. I literally have at least five notebooks back at home that I have all gone through— filled with song lyrics of my existing songs, scrapped songs, and songs that are in my archive. This one is my newest notebook." You smiled as you scanned through the notebook within yourself as you explained— your eyes trained on the unreleased song lyrics you've written recently.

"Some people prefer writing on their notes app on their phones but personally, there is just something about writing with a pen and paper that makes it real— if that makes sense." You shrugged as you placed it on the table as well before pulling out more of your belongings from the bag.

"I also have a pen, obviously for writing. Then I have two Sharpie markers— a black and white one for my fans. Whenever I meet them they ask me to sign their stuff."

"Next is my wallet and card holder from YSL." you quickly went through the things you didn't have to explain.

"I have my shades." You pulled out the black case before pulling out the black sunglasses you frequently use— putting them on to show the camera.

"This is from Gentle Monster and these sunglasses are my most frequently used." You remove them from you and place them on the table.

"Next is— what is this? Oh, I have a mini jewelry holder." You pulled out a square-shaped box, "It's empty cause I am wearing my jewelry. But this is just for when I need to remove my jewelry, you know? For shoots and stuff— so that they don't get lost or damaged."

Rummaging through your bag to look for the next item to pull out, you settled on the three small pouches you had inside your bag— placing the nude-colored pouches on the table you smiled at the camera.

"Now, I have these cute small pouches that contain all the small items that I have. My problem with bags with no pockets or inserts is that I hate when my things are cluttered in there just flopping around. So, these mini pouches help a lot since I like being organized." you finished before opening the first pouch.

"The first pouch contains my makeup that I use solely for touching up. I also have some other items here—" you pulled out a small compact, "I have my Chanel Travel Face Palette which has a powder, blush, bronzer, and highlighter. It's all here so it's very convenient."

"Next is my Fenty Blotting Powder, for blotting— obviously." you laughed.

"Then— my concerning amount of lip product which is the majority of this pouch." You explained before pulling out your insane amount of lip products all in your hand.

"First is my favorite lip liner by Charlotte Tilbury in the shade 'Lip Cheat'. Then I have the Dior Lip Glow Oil in the shade 'Mahogany' which is my favorite shade in any lip product."

"I also have every single shade of the Rhode Peptide Lip Treatment which is concerning. I re-apply every second." You said as you opened one to re-apply just like you said.

"I literally just reached in this pouch and choose whatever I grab without even looking at it— I love it."

"Moving on from the lips— I have the Glossier Lash Stick. Then— what else? That's it for makeup. But I also have my Chanel Hand Cream which is a need for me since I travel a lot, and my hands get dry on planes— so yeah."

Looking down at the remaining items in the pouch, you smiled to yourself.

" Finally, perfume— mini perfumes. I always make sure that whenever I purchase perfumes I also buy the small ones so that I can bring them with me, since I don't like bringing the huge perfume bottles— it's an actual hazard."

"I love smelling... good. So, I do have several here on me. First is the Valentino 'Born in Roma' perfume — one is 'Intense' and the other is 'Coral Fantasy'. Finally—" you smiled down on the last perfume that was hidden in your palm before turning back to the camera.

"This— this is a tiny male perfume which is my boyfriend's. Uhm... he gave it to me 'cause I love how he smells." You smiled shyly as you giggled.

"Uhm...yeah, I just spray a little whenever I miss him and I'm traveling without him." You shook your head with a smile before moving on to the next pouch.

“This pouch has the important necessities. So, vitamins, medicine, pain killers— just in case anyone needs them.” You said before pulling out the next item.

“Next is this lavender essential oil which by the way, I can’t leave the house without.” You pointed at the camera to emphasize your point before showing the product.

“I need it whenever I feel nervous or anxious— I just put a little on my nose or behind my ear. Also, whenever I get motion sickness— which I get often whenever I’m in a vehicle for too long.”

“Hand sanitizer… very important.” You placed the pink spray bottle down the table before pulling out the final item in the pouch.

“And lastly, bandaids… and oh, my Tide Pen, in case I get a stain on my clothes.” You nodded as you placed every little thing back into the pouch it came from.

“This is the smallest pouch out of the three.” You said as you showed the camera the last pouch.

“It has my charger for my phone and iPad— and then my wired earphone which I only use if I feel too lazy to charge my AirPods.” You explained before reaching down to look for the thing you are looking for.

“Which leads us to— my AirPods. I live for music. So I cannot leave the house without any type of earphones on me.”

“Now the remains stuff in my bag— a scrunchie. I have mints, gums, and my favorite lozenges for my throat since I sing for a living. Gotta take care of that.” You shook the tin case of the candies as you showed them on camera.

“Passport! And my digital camera— Very important since again, I travel a lot.” You grabbed the remains items in your bag in your hands before turning to the camera.

“Last things in my bag are keys.” You shook the dangling objects that’s on both your hands.

“This is my car key. While the other one has my house keys, room key, and my studio key— and plus this right here—” you continued as you pointed at the small hanging keychain at the end.

“This is a small Lego keychain— it’s Batman in a pink tutu and wings.” You chuckled remembering how you gotten it in the first place.

“My boyfriend gave it to me one day for absolutely no reason whatsoever. We love building Legos together so it means something to the both of us— I gave him a matching one not long after. His is also Batman but in a blue bunny costume.” You laughed as the filming wrapped up.

“That’s everything in my bag.” You flipped your now empty bag upside down, showcasing how empty it indeed is.

“Thank you, Vogue for joining me!” You ended the video.

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𝐟𝐚𝐧1: she’s adorable 🥹🤍

𝐟𝐚𝐧2: I legit want everything in her bad ngl

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧3: true 😫

𝐟𝐚𝐧4: she’s so organized… she’s me.

𝐟𝐚𝐧5: THAT BAG IS TO DIE FOR 🧡🧡🧡

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧6: the color is crazy pretty 🤩

𝐟𝐚𝐧7: Joe’s perfume 🥲

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧8: I literally screamed when she said it was his perfume.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧9: JOE GAVE HER HIS PERFUME. GOODBYE.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧10: I want to know what he smells like (for research obviously) did anyone see the brand!?

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧11: no 😫 y/n was covering it in her hand.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧12: y/n lowkey gatekeeping her man’s perfume

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧13: she really said ‘only I get to know what he smells like’ 😆

𝐟𝐚𝐧14: her having like 10,000 lip product in her little pouch is sending me cause same.

𝐟𝐚𝐧15: the prettiest girl 🩷

𝐟𝐚𝐧16: LET ME TELL YALL SUMN. MISS Y/N SMELLS GOOD GOOD. DELECTABLE EVEN. I HAVE THAT SAME PERFUME SHE HAS AND IM TELLING YOU… AMAZING 😫

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧17: did I just order one to know what she smells like? Yes.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧18: no cause same.

𝐟𝐚𝐧19: THE LEGO BATMAT KEYCHAIN!!!

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧20: Joe is the standard 🥹 cause that’s so fucking cute wtf

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧21: they have matching keychains… somebody sedate me fr

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧22: they are both Lego addicts. A match made in heaven.

𝐟𝐚𝐧23: no cause what she said about having her phone in her bag makes so much sense to me cause I too have trust issues.

𝐟𝐚𝐧24: MARRY ME 🩷

𝐟𝐚𝐧25: the only thing I can afford in this video is the sharpie 💀

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧26: felt.

𝐟𝐚𝐧27: don’t you just love it when Joe Burrow just gives this woman something for absolutely no reason whatsoever and it gets her so giggly and shit, cause look at her looking at that damn keychain.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧28: I mean honestly, Joe could give me a grain of sand and I’d react the same way.

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧29: HBDHDHYEGWUWHUWIW

↳ 𝐟𝐚𝐧30: 😂😂😂

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imshymorph · 2 months

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Hello, I went to the store and bought some soft!Price, enjoy.

I’ve been thinking about this a bit a lot more than I'd like to admit, but there’s something about the orange trend on tiktok that screams Price to me. And I know I'm late to talking about it but it only proves how long this has been in my mind.

Because on the one hand, he’s a military captain in charge of an elite task force in the special forces. In other words, this man is busy. I truly believe that when this man is at home, he’ll just go to his little office Monday morning and not come out until Sunday evening. He screams workaholic. So there’s a small side of me that thinks that if anything you’d have to bring him oranges, cause this man hasn’t had even a molecule of fruit in weeks.

- - - - -

On the other hand, he 100% gives the vibes of the kind of dad that heard you say that you liked red apples once and keeps the fridge fully stocked since then. Gets at least half a dozen every time he goes to the store because his love likes them.

So the conclusion I have come to it’s that he absolutely buys, peels, gets the white stringy bits off and hands the individual slices to you. But you absolutely do it for him, too. That's how love and care is shown in the Price household.

That’s why, when you realise it’s past 5pm and John hasn’t come out of his office yet, you go to the kitchen and get one of the big juicy oranges sitting in a big bowl on the counter. Without even thinking about it you start peeling it, leaving for his office after throwing all the bits you took off in the bin.

He hears your light knock on his door and before he even looks up, a smile is already forming on his lips. He lets his eyes linger on the computer screen a little longer as he finishes filling up one of the many text boxes in the file he’s working on. That’s what gives you the chance to round his desk and stand behind him.

Before he can even ask, you’ve handed him the already peeled orange. Now that your hands are free, you start massage his shoulders and the base of his neck. “You should take a break, darling.” you justify in a murmur as you focus on rubbing the tense muscles.

And honestly, who is he to go against what you say? He just gives a low agreeing hum and leans back, letting your hands melt his tension away as he enjoys the orange. An orange that tastes that much better just because you were the one to peel it for him.

You do it for the exact same reason he gets up before you every single Sunday morning. He’s careful as he slips out of your arms, often pushing his pillow closer to you so you hold onto it during his absence. He then goes to the kitchen, confidently puts on the dumb ‘kiss the chef’ apron and starts making breakfast.

The specific breakfast depends on the week and the season, but today he opted for your favourite herbal tea, obviously prepared just how you like it. To go along, he makes some french toast, drizzling some honey on it, as well as cutting up some strawberries to put on top. He sets all of it on a tray, along with an orange, the cutlery and a napkin.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve woken up or not while he cooked, if you got up and went to find him. More often than not, you pad into the kitchen while sleepily rubbing your eyes, pressing yourself against his warm back as you hug him from behind, usually with an excuse akin to “the bed felt too big without you”.

Even in those instances, he insists you have to be properly pampered. So he just scoops you up, no matter your size, “what kind of captain and husband would i be if i couldn’t carry you, my love?” he says before you can even think of complaining.

He sets you on the bed gently, pulls the covers over your lap and kisses your forehead before he leaves. Barely a minute later he’s back, without the apron and carrying the tray with your breakfast. He sets it on your lap before rounding the bed and sitting with his back to the headboard beside you.

The two of you share some casual conversation while you eat and he sneaks in some bites to your french toast. At some point he absentmindedly gets the orange and starts peeling it.

He doesn’t even look at it, setting the long piece of peel to the side of your tray before taking the stringy bits off. Right as you finish the last bite of your toast, he takes off the last white bit, handing the now separated slices to you.

And while you enjoy the mix of sweet and tart flavour, he throws an arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side and kissing your temple. You smile, leaning your head on his shoulder and raising your hand towards his lips. He accepts the segment with a small smile and you earn yourself another kiss to the forehead as a thank you for what you call the breakfast tax.

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hoeforhao · 8 months

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hi hello so i looked through the prompts and LET ME TELL U. prompt 1 and 4 with a bratty reader and mean dom wonwoo or joshua? instant brainrot for me. also i love ur writing ehehe <3

okay this is my first one for the prompts, thank you sm for all the thirsty requests!!!😼 i initially wanted to do this with joshua but there are already three joshua requests so 😵‍💫prompt list

Being the bratty little girl you are and walking in on wonwoo playing games with his friends, when he had specially warned you several times not to ; dressed up in a tight silk skirt, straddling his lap while his friends were on a video call with him, meant landing onto his satan side - the only difference being this satan will take away all the senses in your pussy rather than your soul!!

"What did I tell you love, hmm?" wonwoo places one of his fingers under you chin harshly pushing your face up from burning holes into the floor to meey his face, his eyes which have now turned from soft kitten orbs to dark sinister ones.

You were so engrossed into the anticipation of the doom that was gonna shower on you soon, that the sudden shift of your eyes from the dark tiles to his red beads made your own ones blink in sensitivity.

"I-I'm so..sorry wonu" your last game plan to escape from his wrath was to give him those puppy eyes, but alas this time you've truly got on the last of his nerves and nothing could save you now.

"That's not the answer to my question honey" wonwoo's grip on your chin tightens, ensuring to leave his mark on there later.

Realizing that there's no running away from the fruit of your actions this time, you give in to his lordship."You t-told me not to...not to disturb you while...." you took a long pause before saying out the keyword to your answer, too long for wonwoo's liking.

"Did cat got your tongue sweetheart? Hmm? You know I don't like to wait" wonwoo drawing his nails through your tightly shut lips made a whimper escape the dark caves, making your blurt out the last word from the sudden pain.

"Gaming. You told me not to disturb you while you were gaming"

"And what did you do? The exact thing that I you from, right?" you could only nod in response while being harshly pushed to your knees onto the cold floor, your face perfectly aligning in front of his bulge.

"You do know how much I hate bratty girls, don't you love?" wonwoo's hands now shift from your shoulders to the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them in one quick swish and pushing the grey piece of clothing along with his boxers down his waist ; his painfully hard cock springing up against his stomach in the process.

No matter how many times you've see his cock, no matter how many times you've jumped on the same, blew him off, you're still taken aback everytime at the beauty of his length - pink veins running down the tip to his balls and connecting them with those on his abs, perfectly rounded mushroom head...

“This cock isn’t going to suck itself” wonwoo's sudden remark brings you out of the trance of admiring your boyfriend's perfect dick, as he firmly grabs onto a bunch of your hair, instantly pushing your mouth onto his throbbing length.

Getting what your lips have been wanting since the very time you saw him in those gray sweatpants, you waste no time in moving your mouth up and down his girth, as if the sole purpose of your cavity was to fill his cock into and give him the most tantalizing head of his life.

Your tongue decides to be all bratty again as you momentarily take his cock out of your mouth to lick the precum leaking down his tip, while you hand ghosts above his balls, giving them a tight squeeze in the way.

Wonwoo's groans grow impatient as he has finally had enough of your shenanigans and decides to not let you loose anymore. He yanks your hair back again, forcing his entire length into your mouth, and holding you in place constantly with the grip on your head, leaving only the minimum amount of space required for you to bob up and down his cock.

"F-fuck fuck fuck such a slutty mouth, taking...taking me all in into its warmth" his hold on your scrap stiffens as you are now left incompetent to speak, his tip hitting the absolute back end of your throat, making you gag for some sort of air into your lungs.

Your movements begin to slump as you feel wonwoo start twitching inside your mouth, his hand on your hair slowly relieving itself, while the veins on his cock go from strained to a relaxed state. And with that without a single warning, he shoots all his load into your cavity, some of it already making its way down your throat and the rest of it dripping down onto your lap.

"So fuckin pretty" wonwoo opens his eyes to now look at the picture he has painted in front of him - the cum stained face of his bratty girlfriend, dried out tears still pooling at the corner of her eyes while his juices leaked down her maroon lips.

"You came, but what about me wonu?" your panties were leaking wet from your own slick, pussy throbbing from the heat building up inside your stomach, wanting to be filled up by the warmth of wonwoo's cock.

“If you want to cum you have to beg, love” wonwoo's hands land on your shoulders again to pick you up from the praying position of worshipping his dick, and pushing you onto the bed, buckling up for the long night that's about to ensure now.

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quillsareswords · 1 year

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A little blurb for me 👉👈 QFWW

What if the boys (Jon & Dami) wanted to make Valentine's day super special but the chaotic duo just make a mess of things but it ends up being even more endearing. Like wanting to bring reader flowers but something comes up and the bouquet never makes it home fully intact. Or breakfast in bed but the kitchen looks like a disaster and one of the boys ends up with Distract Reader But Don't Make It Suspicious Duty™ so that they don't see the mess. Something super cute and chaotic :))

WARNINGS: language, talk of food, mentions of bike crash, 2,000 words of poly garble just for you 😘

See Three is the Luckiest Number master list for more poly fics!

MASTER LIST in BIO

"She knows something is up." Jon whispers, eyes cutting toward you nervously.

"Of course she does. You're whispering and looking at her every seven seconds like you're trying to hide something."

"I am hiding something!"

"Shh!"

You look up from your book through your eyelashes. They're right where they were the last time Jon got a little too loud: standing in the kitchen, pretending to make dinner. Pretending, because there's been an empty pot sitting on the stove for ten minutes.

They've been acting strangely the last few days. Jon more so than Damian. You really hope it's something to do with the upcoming holiday and not something serious that they're trying to keep from you.

"Everything okay in there?" you call, skimming the page in your lap for the line you left off of.

"Fine," they respond in unison.

It's probably fine.

"This is the exact opposite of fine," Jon hisses. "It was supposed to be here days ago."

"I've reported it missing and a replacement won't be here for two weeks at best. There isn't anything else we can do about it now." Damian drums his fingers against the counter. "We have to come up with something else."

Jon bites down on the nail of his thumb. "V-Day is in three days. We have no time."

"We've overcome worse." Damian assures. Armageddon, alien apocalypse, city-wide bomb threats. Surely they can handle a last-minute Valentine's Day gift, right? "We just need to…get creative."

Jon's shoulders cave toward his chest anxiously. "Okay, well, I know what she got you, and a macaroni necklace is not comparable."

Damian, out of the kindness of his own heart, resists every urge not to roll his eyes at his darling boyfriend. "Not that kind of creative," he corrects. "Perhaps instead of a gift, we do something for her."

Jon's eyebrows raise. Damian senses his skewed thought process like waves in a pool.

"Food, Jon. We should make her food."

•••

Damian keeps forgetting to fix his ringtone. It always slips his mind until he’s somewhere in public, like walking to his next lecture, trying to seem imposing in front of his peers with his nice sweater and his heavy peacoat, and his phone starts screaming Lady Gaga’s poker face.

“...and Baby, when it’s love if it’s not rough it isn’t fun~!”

He almost rips his pocket open trying to get a hold of the fucking thing.

“Jon, if you ever touch my phone again-”

“You’ll torture me and all that extra fun stuff, I know, I know. You have my full consent.”

Damian rolls his eyes with a huff and ducks away from the main walkway. “I take it this isn’t an emergency, then?” Because, in typical Wayne fashion, it’s always his gut reaction.

“No…well, I mean, not really.”

He jerks to a halt. “What? Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sorry, I’m fine, everybody’s fine. But, um…Did you order the chocolates?”

He shoves out a breath and continues on his way. “Yes, of course. Have they arrived?”

“Yeah…except, uh, I think you ordered the wrong ones.”

He stops again. “...What?”

“These aren’t right. I am, like, ninety percent sure these are not her favorites. Actually, I think she avoids these?”

“Look at– Was there a packing slip? An order sheet of some kind?” Damian asks, eyebrows pinched.

He hears shuffling, crinkling. “Uh, yeah, here is it.”

As Jon rattles off the assortment, Damian’s heart starts sinking. He pinches the bridge of his nose like it might relieve the pressure building behind his eyes. “Yes. That’s…She hates those.”

How. On this good green earth. Did he mess that one up?

Sleep deprivation. It must have been. He ordered it the night Ivy defaced the Wayne Tower by using vines to form a heart and shape I + H through the middle. At least she’d apologized. At least Harley liked it.

Shit. He’d better check Jon’s too. Milk chocolate, coconut, caramel, right? That’s what Jon’s was supposed to be. Maybe he should have you check it.

“Is the name on it right?” he sighs.

More rustling. “Oh. No. It’s addressed to a…Walt Morgan.”

Thank. Fuck. He's not the third worst boyfriend in the building.

“Okay. Okay. That’s easy to fix, then. I’ll call them and sort the whole thing out. With any luck, a new one will be delivered the day before.” He’s thinking out loud, already scheming out how to sneak a three foot tall heart-shaped box of chocolates into the apartment and past you. “This is fine.”

Jon laughs into the phone. “What, like the meme? Are you sitting in a burning room right now?”

•••

The moment Damian gets home, lecture notes fresh in his mind, Jon meets him at the door.

"Problem," he blurts. He's holding something behind his back.

Damian squeezes the strap of his bag. "With?" The League? The Titans? The city? The world? His family? Jon's family? God forbid, you?

"The flowers," he answers. His hands move, and suddenly Damian is staring down at the squished, crumpled remnants of a flower bouquet with all your favorites.

He sighs in relief. "What happened?" He rubs his palm across his forehead and tries to resettle his nerves.

"I rode my bike home. I hit that stupid bump in the parking garage and it was either the flowers or the groceries, so…” He squeezes a limp petal between his thumb and his pointer, eyebrows furrowed glumly.

Damian plucks the best looking one of the whole cluster and looks it over. “It’s alright. I’ll call in the morning and order another. You should hide these, though.”

Jon shrugs. “Yeah. I think the old lady across the hall would like some. I’ll pick out the ones that survived.”

Damian’s lips curl up at the edges. It's just like Jon to find some act of kindness in a cluster of crushed flowers. “I think that’s a great idea.” He jams the flower back into the middle. His hand comes up to cup Jon’s cheek instead. He presses his lips to his temple. “Well done, saving the groceries. She’ll like the food better anyway.”

•••

“Jon,” Damian hisses.

Jon turns around very slowly, eyes wide. His clothes seem to have survived unscathed, but there are speckles of batter across his face. He’s still holding a spatula in one hand.

He takes a deep breath. “I was gone for two minutes. What happened?”

Jon smiles sheepishly. “See, I wanted to flip pancakes like you do. Like, without the spatula? You just, like, throw it with the pan?”

“Right.”

“Well, I tried it because it looks easy when you do it, but, I…I kind of miscalculated how hard I was supposed to jerk the pan. So it kind of…” he trails off, gesturing confusingly with his hands. Damian quirks an eyebrow, so he points toward the ceiling to clarify.

Twelve feet above him, Damian finds the pale wet splatter of batter on the ceiling. And on the floor below it, the dry, cooked side of an unfinished pancake.

“You launched a pancake so high it hit the ceiling?”

“It stuck for a few seconds. I mean, see, if you think about it; it’s really a testament to your cooking skills. Right? The batter was just…that good.” He grins convincingly. Dirty little suck up. Those puppy dog eyes may work on you, but they rarely do on Damian.

Rarely.

Damian stares down at the ruined pancake still leaking uncooked batter, grossly lumpy with chocolate chips. It’ll be a pain to clean later, so he may as well get it done with. He might as well wipe down the counters, too…

He looks to the rest of the kitchen while Jon starts unraveling some paper towels. “Jon.”

The man in question glances at him as he crouches to start scooping up his failure. “Hmm?”

“What have we done to the kitchen?”

“What do you mean?” Jon mumbles, turning toward the counters, “I was kind of cleaning as I went…oh.”

They may have had a little too much fun making breakfast. Chocolate chips spilled across the counter where Jon was measuring with his heart. Dishes nobody thought to do after the movie last night piled in the sink beneath all the bowls and measuring cups from this morning. Half of the pancake ingredients are still sitting on the counter because Jon got handsy when Damian finally made it to the stove top. Flour is dusted around the area where Jon had been mixing everything in the bowl. There’s also batter slopped over a corner of the counter from when he got handsy the second time.

It’s fine. It’s looked worse. The time you tried to make sushi rolls. The time Jon tried to make pudding-filled cupcakes. The time Jason realized this apartment was a lot closer than the Cave and would mop up better than his safehouse once he was done bleeding all over the place. That time Titus switched foods too fast.

"She can't see this," Jon whispers. He projects his hearing back out past the living room, listening for any sign you've woken up. "She cleaned Saturday. She will kill us."

"Agreed. We take this to our graves."

"Agreed."

Damian takes a deep breath. Scans the room again. Pulls together a plan. "Can you finish the pancakes?"

"I'll burn them. Don't look in the microwave. I'll start cleaning." As if to cement this, he ducks around Damian to get under the sink for the cleaning supplies.

Damian glances warily toward the microwave. He decides his mental health is more important than seeing what's inside.

•••

For the first time in a long time, you wake up to an unexpectedly cold bed.

You stretch out, sleepily thinking you must be mistaken. Maybe you just aren't quite used to the California King upgrade. You roll onto your back and sacrifice your remaining body heat to search for a new source to leech from. You're surprised to find the end of the mattress on one side and the edge of the comforter on your other.

Odd, considering everyone took Valentine's Day off from everything, and they'd begged you to sleep in the middle last night so they could both reach you. There weren't any agreed upon plans this morning, and none of you bother to crawl out of bed if you don't have to. Lazy mornings always find at least two of you in bed, staring at screens or book pages, waiting on the last to wake up. Some mornings, you don't even get up then.

Which means there must be a good reason they're out of bed and not training to be professional bed warmers.

You dart upright. You squint against any light struggling through the blinds. The room is just as it was when you went to bed last night; yours and Jon's clothes spotting the floor, Damian's laptop is closed on the nightstand by the door, Jon's phone is still charging next to yours on the other nightstand, the blinds are still half closed.

More importantly, the locked drawer in the bottom of the dresser is still closed. Which means there wasn't any super-sneaking.

"Boys?" you call.

"Stay there!" Jon's voice rings through the door from down the hall.

"We're coming to you!" Damian adds.

You rub a knuckle into your eye. "What're you doing?"

"You'll see," Damian answers, closer now. Then he's whispering, "Jon, get the–"

"I can't, I'm carrying two–"

"Okay, fine, just put your hand here– no, there. And I'll–"

The door creaks open, and there they stand, your heroes: both wide-eyed, Damian with a long white tray, and Jon with three mugs and a bottle of syrup balanced in two hands.

Damian smiles widely. "Happy Valentine's Day, Beloved."

Jon grins and practically skips into the room. "We made your favorite," he sings.

You scoot closer to the headboard to make room. You laugh breathlessly. "What?"

Jon sets two of the mugs alongside the phones, and pushes the other into your hands as he climbs into bed beside you. "We got you something really good, but there were some, uh…complications." He glances at your other sweetheart for confirmation.

The man in question plants his knee on the bed before he leans over to pop the legs out to set the tray over your lap while you hold your mug out of the way. "It's delayed. You'll have it soon, but we thought we should make it up to you." Once the tray is sturdy, he climbs in on your other side.

"Are you telling me I get breakfast in bed and a gift?" your smile turns suspicious. "Sounds an awful lot like I'm getting buttered up for something," You glance down at the spread that's been placed before you, "...just like these perfect fucking pancakes, good god!"

Damian chuckles, leaning back into the pillows so he can stretch out a little. His arm reaches past you, resting against your back while his hand finds a spot on Jon's shoulder. "Perfect sounds dramatic, but thank you. I did have a lovely assistant."

"Is that right?" you shift your attention to Jon.

He smiles sheepishly. "I mean, I didn't much–" He stops short when he blinks and suddenly your nose is a few inches from his ear.

"Shut up and take some credit, baby." You clip your bottom lip between your teeth as his cheeks bloom pink. You release it, only to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

You give him a breather so you can lean the other way and bestow the same thanks to Damian. "And you, deary."

You melt a little at the way he smiles up at you. It's all warm and tender; a side of him only these four walls and two sets of eyes get to see. "You're very welcome, Love."

Jon's head meets your shoulder as he reaches for an orange wedge from Damian's end of the tray. Well, the end closest to him. It's arranged more like a buffet than a set table.

"You tired, honey?" you chuckle, setting your hand on the side of his head, smoothing your thumb over the beginning of his ear.

"Mhmm. Worth it, though."

"How early did you get up?" Your smile fades a little. "How long have you been unsupervised in the kitchen?"

He stiffens against you. "Huh? I dunno what you mean. What are you talking about?" He jumps when Damian pinches his arm."

You turn slowly toward the other one. "Damian. Is my kitchen a mess?"

He stares up at you, suave as ever laying among these pillows, one arm tucked behind his head and the other laid out behind you. "Would I ever allow such a thing to happen? On a day of love, no less?"

"That's not an answer and you know it."

His eyes cut beyond you, to something Jon does, or maybe to encourage him to do something.

Your eyes narrow on him. He's guilty, you know that much. He's bad at hiding it from you, or Jon, because he doesn't like hiding things from either of you. Which means the kitchen is probably a complete wreck…but fuck it; it's Valentine's Day, and the loves of your life have made an amazing breakfast in bed to share. You'll fix the kitchen tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe the next.

You pretend to think about a little longer than you really do. He watches your face all the same, even if he knows you're making a show. Finally, you take a sip of your coffee. "I suppose that you can be forgiven. For the sake of the holiday. And because you made me chocolate chip pancakes, but I'm considering that cheating, so…"

Jon's head is back on your shoulder. "So?" You can see the puppy dog eyes in your peripheral. You can feel them heating up the side of your face—so much so that you wonder if he's utilizing a tiny fraction of his laser-heat-whatever vision. Not today, Satan.

"So, let's eat this food while it's warm and pretend the kitchen doesn't exist."

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filmofhybe · 5 months

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Christmas ballerina

🗯️ pairing : Yang jungwon x oc 💌 Genre: fluff, parent x parent smau (kinda) 1k words

warnings : jungwon is older here (27-28) while reader is (24-25) , kissing , panicking

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As I delicately comb through Heeji's soft, dark hair, the anticipation for her ballet performance tonight fills the room. The living room is scattered with ballet tutus, ribbons, and a tiny pair of pink ballet shoes. My heart swells with pride as I think about our little ballerina, but the task at hand is proving more challenging than I anticipated.

"Heeji, sweetheart, you need to sit still..” I gently plead, trying to control the unruly strands that seem to have a life of their own. She squirms in her seat, her eyes darting around the room, trying to reach for another barbie doll that’s hair is probably the exact same craziness as Heeji’s hair right now.

"Where's Appa?" she asks, her voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of impatience. "He's finishing up some work, my love. He'll be here soon.” I reassure her, I can sense her rolling her eyes as she continues to steal a glance at the clock ticking away on the wall. The minutes are slipping away, and Heeji's ballet performance is fast approaching.

"But I want him to help with my hair," she insists, her temper slowly getting to her. The familiar pang of panic creeps into my chest. She really taken over my temper..no wonder why my family was damn fed up with me.. I take a deep breath, realizing I need to get creative.

"Tell you what, baby. How about we surprise appa by having the most beautiful hair at the ballet performance? Won't that be fun?" I coax as i give her a smile, attempting to divert her attention from the impending meltdown.

Her eyes light up, momentarily distracted by the idea of surprising jungwon.I seize the opportunity to continue braiding her hair, but Heeji can't resist the urge to fidget. It's a dance of its own, as I try to keep up with her restless energy from the yogurt she has taken.

Suddenly, the familiar sound of the keypad sound echoes through the house. Heeji's face lights up with joy as she exclaims, "Appa’s home!" Her hair comes loose from my hand as her excitement takes over, running towards jungwon. I sighed as i cover my face in the paws of my coat.

Jungwon enters the room, wearing a warm smile that instantly eases my tension. Still looking perfect with the suit I picked out for him from this morning. He crosses the room in a few long strides, and before I can react, he showers me with multiple kisses on my lips. It's a brief but sweet moment that brings a smile to my face. "Hey, my beautiful ladies. What's going on in here?" Jungwon asks, glancing between Heeji and me.

"Keeps asking for you to do her hair for ballet that’s what’s going on.” I sighed as Heeji nods her hee with excitement.

Jungwon grins, clearly delighted by the request. He scoops Heeji into his arms, settling her on his lap. "Alright, princess. I’m not as good as doing your hair as Eomma, so let’s let her do it so we can make sure you have the most beautiful hair for your big performance."

I watch with a mix of relief and gratitude as Jungwon distracts Heeji with tales of magical hair fairies while I finally manage to weave her hair into an elegant bun. Heeji sits still, captivated by her dad's storytelling and the gentle strokes of the brush. Jungwon admires y/n from time to time, remembering those days where she would do his hair before performing, and still will before going to work.

As I finish the last touches, spraying it with hair spray and securing the ballet ribbon in place, Jungwon looks at Heeji with a twinkle in his eye. "You've been such a good girl. How about a special award for the most beautiful ballerina hair?"

Heeji's eyes widen with excitement, nodding at the fact she got reward. The three of us share a tender moment, surrounded by the paraphernalia of ballet dreams and the warmth of our family bond.

As we head to the ballet performance, jungwon holding a flower of bouquet for Heeji. I can't help but marvel at the beauty of these fleeting moments, realizing that it's the shared love and laughter that truly make our family complete. Heeji is truely a daddy’s girl.

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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 9 months

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Paddington Station's platform was bustling with many people today.

Amidst the crowd, Ellis and I were walking toward the train's entrance.

Ellis: "Kate, isn't that luggage heavy? Do you want me to carry it?"

Kate: "Thanks, but I can handle it myself."

Ellis: "I see."

(Huh? Did I make him feel a little sad?)

(Oh, right.)

Kate: "Since we have time before boarding the train, let's get something to eat."

Kate: "It'd really help if you could carry it for me."

Ellis: "Sure, of course."

We weren't just going on a trip. Today, our mission was to gather information about a smuggling organization in York, away from London.

(Initially, I was supposed to go on this mission with Harrison, but...)

This morning, I was informed that Harrison would go on a different mission with William, and Ellis would take his place.

Ellis: "Ah, Kate. They're selling some delicious-looking bread over there."

He spotted a stall selling bread and quickly informed me.

Kate: "Come to think of it, you like baguettes, right?"

Ellis: "You remembered what I like. I'm so happy."

Kate: "Of course. Whoa, there are so many options. What should I choose?"

Ellis: "Fufu."

Kate: "Hm?"

Ellis: "Seeing you having fun makes me happy too."

Ellis: “Since it’s fun, maybe I should buy a lot.”

Kate: “Hey, that’s not fair! I want to buy a lot, too.”

We boarded the train and eagerly spread the freshly bought bread on our laps.

The rich aroma of the bread tickled my nose, and my heart danced to the scenery passing by the window.

(Come to think of it, it’s been a while since we went on a trip like this.)

In my slightly relaxed state, I heard Ellis’ voice.

Ellis: “Kate, is the bread delicious?”

Kate: “Yes, very! How about yours, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Mine is delicious too. Your suggestion was spot on.”

Ellis: “Good thing I asked Victor and Jude to let me go on this mission.”

Kate: “Huh?”

Ellis: “Jude agreed to cover for me but gave me extra work starting tomorrow.”

Kate: “Why did you insist on accompanying me on this mission?”

Ellis: “Because there’s something I want to confirm.”

Kate: “Something you want to confirm?”

Ellis: “Tell me, Kate. Between Harry and me, who makes you happier?”

His sudden question caught me off guard, and my eyes widened in surprise.

Kate: “Um, why are you bringing up Harrison’s name now?”

Ellis: “Because you spend a lot of time with him.”

As he pointed out, I had been spending a lot of time with Harrison after becoming a fairy tale writer.

(It’s true that I rely on Harrison, but...)

Not knowing how to answer, I heard Ellis’s calm voice.

Ellis: “No matter whom you choose, I’ll make you happy.”

Ellis: “If being with Harry makes you happier, I’ll support you.”

Ellis: “If being with me makes you happier, I’ll be with you forever. That’s why…”

(Huh?)

I suddenly noticed that he was no longer sitting across from me, but right next to me.

Ellis: “Take the day to think about it. Then tell me later which one between me and Harry makes you happier.”

He always treated me with excessive kindness, like a lover would.

He was so caring and kind and gave me many sweet emotions, but it was never because I’m special. It was because he was kind to everyone.

(Maybe even this question is just another part of his kindness.)

It was like asking whether I prefer lemon or sugar in my tea, a question with a playful undertone.

Kate: “Fufu, I understand. I’ll think about it while I’m here with you.”

Ellis: “Okay. I’ll do my best to make you happy.”

Kate: “And I’ll do my best not to hold you back.”

Ellis: “Kate, you’re not good with scary things, right?”

Kate: “Hey, are you teasing me just now?”

Ellis: “Fufu, busted. Oh, you have something on your lip.”

He brushed the bread stuck to my lip, then licked it off his fingers.

I was momentarily surprised by the gesture, but he smiled at me.

Ellis: “Is this what they call an unrequited love?”

Kate: “I won’t say.”

Ellis: “Fufu, is that so?”

Amidst being swayed by his excessive kindness, the train arrived at York.

Ellis: “Looks like we’ve arrived. Shall we go, Kate?”

(Wow!)

Unlike the familiar London, York had a slight countryside atmosphere.

The flow of time was gentle, the scenery was refreshing, and just standing here was making me excited.

Ellis: “I’m glad.”

Kate: “----?”

Ellis: “You look so happy, Kate.”

(I’m having fun even though we’re on a mission.)

The information that reached the Crown was about the presence of a smuggling organization in this city.

These smugglers secretly import illegal drugs from India and sell them in various countries, lining their pockets in the process.

Our mission was to investigate the three locations suspected as their bases and identify their whereabouts to bring them to justice.

(We’re working in a small group to avoid being noticed while gathering information.)

But it also means that if we were to find ourselves in a dangerous situation, we wouldn’t be able to call for help immediately.

(I need to stay focused.)

At that moment, Ellis’s hand gently caught mine.

Ellis: “Would you like to take a short stroll?”

Kate: “I’d love to, but we have a mission.”

Ellis: “We still have some time. Please?”

(Ugh.)

I waved the white flag in my mind when he squeezed my hand.

Kate: "Can you promise it'll be just a short walk?"

Ellis: "I promise."

Kate: "Then, okay."

Ellis: "Fufu. I feel like I'm acting like a selfish kid."

Ellis: "Looks like there are many people over there. Let's go and see."

He started walking while holding my hand.

His hand holding mine, his broad back—none of it felt like that of a child, and it puzzled me for a moment.

(Hm?)

Ellis: "Is something wrong, Kate?"

Part 1╎Part 2╎Premium End╎Epilogue

#ikemen villains #ikemen villain #ikevil ellis #ellis twilight #ikevil #ikevil translations

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srslyscary · 1 month

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heyyy, do u do x black reader if so could you do a fluffy lee know fic. where him and reader are just apart of a silly friend group with lots of mutuals and lee knows always kinda just had a lil thing for reader.

but then reader is kinda just noticing lee know is there and then just boom. fell in love immediately idk…

lowkey like mutuals to lovers if that makes any sense?…

a lover’s eye

| Contents: SFW , reader is written as she/her but can be considered gn, friends to lovers, made up friend names, black!reader, lee know is referred to as his biological name

tysm for the request anon!! I love this idea so so much. I’m not all that sure if you wanted me to add reader & Lee Know in a SKZ friend group or a random one so I just stuck with the random one! i hope this is okay! I had the idea of them both having feelings for each other but not realizing it till “now”.

I also hope you’re well and taking care of yourself! much love <3

“minho, dude… you’ve been staring at her for the past 10 minutes.” a voice spoke, pulling the male out of his small trance.

“…huh? staring at who?” He said, looking over to his friend. “YN— who else? you’ve been giving her googly eyes ever since she first arrived-“

Minho shushed him loudly with a glare on his face, looking as if he would smack the other male. “Ya- Injae! How many times do I have to tell you to keep it down? Loud mouth.” He sighed, looking back over to the female he was previously eyeing. “I wasn’t staring. I was just— admiring her!”

“Yeah— Kay. Dude If you have a thing for her It’s no biggie, I mean the whole friend group can kind of tell. Besides YN of course— I wouldn’t say she’s oblivious but.. it’s also obvious she doesn’t have a clue.” Injae stood up from where he was sitting, looking for the other members of the group. YN was currently talking to Jia, one of the girls of their friend group.

Their little group consisted of the silliest kids around the block. Jia, Injae, YN, Eunji, Rae, and of course Minho. They were all very close with one another, sharing memorable experiences with each other. YN was rather unique, some would say. Although all were Korean, YN was the only black female who could speak fluent Korean. To Minho… that’s what made her so special. Just her presence made his body and chest feel weird.

“Ya, Injae. Do you think the weird feeling I get when I look at YN.. relates to me having a ‘thing’ for her?” Minho tilts his head slightly, looking at the girl’s features as he waited for his other friend to talk. “Well yeah, I mean it’s just normal to feel that way when you’re crushing on someone.”

“You idiot. i know It’s normal. I just— i wanted to make sure. That’s all.” He looked down at his lap from where he was sitting, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers. Injae looked down at his friend, and chuckled. He looked back to YN, and all the friends that were surrounding them. They were all gathered around waiting for the Rae to arrive since they planned to have an ‘out day’ today.

“Just tell her how you feel man. I’m sure she’ll—“ “Don’t even finish that. It’s not that simple.�� Minho leaned his head back , running his fingers through his hair. “And why not? It’s not like you guys aren’t friends. You talk to her everyday, and you’re both in the same friend group.” Injae sighed irritably, checking his phone. “Goddamnit.. where the hell is Rae? He was supposed to be here an hour ago..”

Minho took this time to think, to really think about what decisions he should make. YN was beautiful, stunning even. She had the face and voice of a goddess, she was funny, and never failed to make him smile at least a tiny bit.. even if the jokes weren’t directly to him. It wasn’t like YN hadn’t noticed him, part of what Injae said was true— he talked to her everyday, trying to spark up some conversations.

“Yo, Minho.” A finger tapped him, yet again bringing him out of his own little world. Looking up, he saw that exact goddess. She eyed him down with a blank look, her shadow against the sun made her look like a real angel. “Whatcha still doin’ sittin’ down? Rae jus’ got here. Cmon.” YN chuckled, smiling at the male with the softest eyes. Oh how he loved those eyes..

“Sorry. Got lost in thought.” He said, getting up from his place of rest. YN waved her hand as if dismissing him, looking at him one last time before walking ahead. Minho caught up to the girl, as the rest of the friend group walked together. “Soo..”

“Got sum to say say?” She said, taking her phone out to look at herself. “No, it’s fine.” “Aight.” Minho watched her trinket with the small features on her face adjusting whatever she needed. God, she was so beautiful. Her brown skin that shone in the sun, her perfect curves, her pretty face, she was simply so divine to him. “Minho, you’re staring.” YN was finished checking herself out, looking at him again as she noticed his looks a while ago. “What?— I wasn’t staring, there was just something on your shoulder.“

“Yeah right. You’re dog shit at lying. I caught yo ass in the act. Y’know you can’t hide shit from me, Min.” She shook her head, looking forward. In truth, she herself wanted him to keep looking. Everytime she looked at him, she felt a little spark go off somewhere in her. She enjoyed his presence as much as he did her, even if both didn’t know of it.

Soon the friend group arrived to their little destination, a small carnival next to a bridge. Water laid low under the bridge, the sun setting only slightly. “Hell yeah! The carnival! Let’s go!” Rae yelled as he ran ahead inside. “Rae wait for us!” Eunji yelled right after as she dragged Jia along. Injae laughed as he turned to Minho and YN. “You two coming?”

YN turned to the bridge with a blank face, “Nah. I think imma go over there. Take a look at the view.” She pointed back to the bridge, with a small smile and a hand on one hip. “Sure— Minho?” Injae turned his head slightly to the male, who looked quite conflicted. “I uh— I think I’ll stay with YN.”

Injae looked surprised but chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright cool. I’ll save some snacks for ya!” He waved, running ahead to catch up with the others. YN waved, turning back to the bridge with a smile. Minho turned with her, but kept his eyes on the girl. The sunset made her look as if she was in a movie, the wind blowing against her hair.

“Yo, Minho— cmon. I wanna go see the view.” She grabbed his hand, walking ahead with quick speed. Minho simply let her, realizing they were basically holding hands. His heart quickened— he was actually holding her hand? He was almost ecstatic, even if his face said otherwise. YN continued to pull his hand until they reached the bars of the bridge, keeping their hands held together and looking down to see the water.

“Ain’t it pretty Min?” He only looked at her, not giving her an answer as his hand tightened with hers. “Mmh— what was the question?” He looked out into the view, watching the sun set. “The view, dumbass. You’re supposed to agree that the view is fye.” She said shaking her head. “Fye?”

YN looked at him, laughing. Her pretty lip gloss on her plump lips, her skin that was nearly sunkissed, her smile— he noticed it all. The girl stopped laughing, looking at him with a soft smile. Her heartbeat quickened at that moment, swallowing with the little shallow breaths she let out. “Min—“

“I love you.” He interrupted quickly, eyes widening as he realized what he just said. “Wait wait I- i didn’t mean to say that—“ he quickly said, letting go of her hand to back up slightly. He looked down at his shoes, frowning as he looked flabbergasted. And so did she, shocked that those 3 words even came out of his mouth. Minho didn’t even know why he said that, it was just the spur of the moment and he felt like he should say something, but not THAT. She shook her head again, looking at his head.

“Funny.” She grabbed his hand again, intertwining them. “That’s real funny coming from yo ass. Never thought you wouldeva say that to me.” She said smiling at him, as she waited for him to look up. Minho looked up, his eyes met with YN’s. And there that feeling was again, his heart was racing— the world seemed to slow down for that slight moment.

“Love you too Minho.” She tilted her head, her hair blowing in the wind once again. “wait really?” She nodded, smiling even brighter. “Thought it was obvious? I liked you for a while. You’re just my type I guess. You’re fine as hell, and I’m always smiling with you. I thought maybe you didn’t like me like that, ‘s why i’m kinda iffy on having conversations with you.” Minho held her hand tight, looking at the view. “So.. you’re saying you wanna.. be together?”

“If YOU wanna. I’m aight with whateva—“ “I want to.” She looked at his side profile, watching him gaze out at the last rays of the sunlight. She chuckled, or really giggled. “Now i can officially call you my man.”

“…hm. I guess I can call you my girl now.”

#skz imagines #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee know x reader #lee know

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Sicktember Day Eleven - Emergency Room/ Ambulance

Fandom: 9-1-1 Pairing: Buck x Reader Word Count: 1,095 words Prompt: @sicktember Day 11 - Emergency Room/ Ambulance, written for the amazing @floralbuckleys Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @writingmysanity If you want to be added or removed from my tagslist, please let me know!

Buck had warned you on more than one occasion to be careful carrying stuff down the steep stairs of his loft, even more so now you had both welcomed the latest edition to your family. The shelter a block from your shared apartment had had a special event for the cats and kittens in their care with their kennels recently overwhelmed. With a lot of pleading from you and the endless cute cat photos you'd sent to Buck, he had eventually caved and you’d adopted Sammie, a beautiful little white and ginger cat who had definitely made the place her home.

“Come on girl,” you gently nudged her with your foot to try and get her to walk ahead of you, your hands full with a basket of laundry that had built up. You giggled as she didn't listen, flopping over dramatically in front of you before moving to weave in and out between your legs as you continued to ignore her.

You’d had a few near misses, Sammie wanting to be right by your side, rubbing her face against your legs as you attempted to move past her. “Sammie, come on sweetheart, you’re going to trip…” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence as you came tumbling down the stairs, Sammie running off to hide with her tail fluffed as the flying laundry startled her.

You tumbled down the stairs, each one seeming to find a new spot to hit, sending jolts of pain through your body until you flew forward, your head landing on the floor with a sickening thud.

With the wind knocked out of you it took a little while for the initial shock to wear off. You took a shaky breath before you began to move each of your legs, testing for injury, moving higher and higher as you checked your body over. When it came to checking your wrist, you let out a yelp as a jolt of pain shot up your arm. The jerk sent another pain through your head and you could already feel the large lump forming near your temple where you’d made impact with the ground. You lifted your hand to inspect the side of your head, gasping when it came away with a smear of blood from a cut on your forehead.

With the danger over, you glanced around as you heard a meow, the sound followed by Sammie who had come out from her hiding spot to investigate what had happened. She made her way over coming to nuzzle against your side; if you knew better you would think she was apologising for causing the accident.

“And this is why we’re careful on the stairs,” you groaned as you cautiously sat up. Sammie seemed to take this as an invitation and she climbed onto your lap, her paws coming to rest on your chest as she nuzzled against your face. “Alright, get off me. I guess I’ve got to go and get checked out at the hospital. What’s your dad going to say about this? You think we can get away without calling him from the ER?”

Being gentle, you shoved her off before you slowly got to your feet, glad you were the only injured party between you. Once you were sure you were okay to stand, you made your way to the bathroom, grabbed some gauze for your head, and left your apartment for the short walk to the hospital.

By the time you arrived in the ER and were triaged, the pain in your head and wrist had doubled and you were beginning to think maybe it would be a good time to call Buck.

“Y/N?”

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your name in an all too familiar voice. You turned just in time to see Buck and Eddie wheeling a patient into the ER, cursing whatever power had led them to bringing someone in at that exact moment.

“Heeeeeey babe. It’s not as bad as it looks,” you replied.

Buck wasted no time, checking that Eddie was okay being left with the patient before he made his way over to where you were sitting.

“Let me be the judge of that,” he said as his hands came to hover over you, afraid to hurt you as he checked over your injuries. He put a gentle hand over the one holding the bloodied gauze to your head, pulling it away with a hiss as he got a glimpse at the wound.

“Y/N what the hell happened? Why didn’t you call me?”

“I swear, I was going to as soon as the nurse saw me. I wasn’t looking where I was going with the laundry and Sammie got under my feet and I ended up falling down the last few steps.”

Buck sighed as he glanced over the various bruises that had begun to form over your body and the swelling in your wrist, ��that looks like a lot more than a few,” he admonished. “I’m going to go catch up with Bobby and let him know I’m staying with you, you’ll need someone to take you home with that head injury…,” Buck paused, “wait…how did you get here anyway? Did you drive with a head injury? Y/n, do you even know how dangerous…”

“Buck,” you interrupted him. “I’m not that stupid, I didn’t drive here…I walked.” You realised as soon as you said it and by the look on Buck’s face that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision you had made either, but you decided to chalk that up to the head injury.

“Why didn’t you call 911, or me? You could have had a spinal injury, you could have a serious head injury and be unconscious on the side of the road right now,” he continued rambling off each and every worst case scenario he could think of.

“I know and I’m sorry, I was embarrassed, you’ve told me time and time again to watch out for Sammie and I didn’t listen.”

Buck silenced you with a chaste kiss to your forehead, “it doesn’t matter now, as long as you’re both okay. I’m going to take the rest of the shift off, take you home, and we’re going to get your favourite takeout and chill on the couch tonight.”

You stopped him as he began to turn and walk away to find his captain.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Can we stop by the store and get Sammie a treat? She’s had a trauma today too!”

“Anything for you two,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

#911 fanfic #9-1-1 fanfic #911 x reader #9-1-1 x reader #evan buckley x reader #buck x reader #sicktember #sicktember 2022 #sicktember day 11 #sicktember 2022 day 11 #emergency room/ ambulance ride

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thosehallowedhalls · 25 days

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A Special Gift

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emily Rose (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 682

Summary: Emily's birthday is a difficult time, so Trystan takes it upon himself to cheer her up.

A/N: For @moominofthevalley. Happiest of birthdays! I hope this new year brings you nothing but joy. You're a bright light in this fandom, and I hope you know how appreciated you are. (Also, may I just say, you have amazing taste in books.)

Emily sits hunched over at the counter, her head buried in her arms. The din of The Drunk Tank echoes around her, its comforting familiarity a welcome embrace during what is invariably one of the worst days of her year.

Her birthday.

Everyone always thinks that Emily doesn’t like her birthday because she doesn’t like the fuss. While true, that’s only part of the story. The bigger part, the one that lies under lock and key in the deepest, most secret confines of her heart, is that she can’t bear to think that she continues to get older, meet milestone after milestone, and her dad isn’t there to witness any part of it.

I miss you, she thinks, her gaze falling on the framed badge and gun hanging in a place of honor behind the counter.

“You miss him,” a voice says behind her.

Emily doesn’t start. She already knew Trystan was there. She sensed him the moment he stepped foot into the bar. “I do.”

“That’s to be expected. But don’t you think he would want you to enjoy your birthday?”

“Why? The only difference my birthday makes is the exact number I use to fill out paperwork.”

“Emily.”

She blows out a breath. “Yeah, he would want me to enjoy my birthday.”

“Why don’t we steal, I mean, borrow a bottle of Tommy’s best wine and head out to the roof? I have something I’d like to give you.”

“You know I don’t like to celebrate my birthday.”

“We won’t be celebrating. We’ll be sitting and drinking, and we can be completely quiet if you want. But I hold firm on the present. Everyone should get a present on their birthday.”

She smiles in spite of herself. “You make it difficult to stay here and brood.”

“Then mission accomplished. Come on, my love.” He holds out a hand. She takes it almost automatically. “Let me try to make your birthday bearable?”

As they climb up the stairs, Emily remembers the first time they did so together. A wave of love and gratitude washes over her.

No matter what happened in the past, she thinks, she has so much to be grateful for.

Once on the roof, Trystan asks her to uncork the wine. Grudgingly, she does so before turning around to give him his glass. “There. Why you decided I had to do any physical labor on this day, I don’t…”

Her mouth snaps shut when she sees the package he’s holding out. “Well, I’m sorry, but I had to distract you somehow.”

“Sneaky,” she says admiringly. “Is it a book?”

“You only have to unwrap it to find out.”

She does, more eagerly than she cares to admit. She finds herself smiling when she takes out the delicate tissue paper surrounding what is definitely a book. But her smile falters when she sees the title. “Wuthering Heights?” Her voice shakes on the words.

“My dear detective, did you really think I wouldn’t remember your favorite book? Or why it's so important to you? I know you already have a few copies, but…”

“No, no.” She hugs the book to her chest. “It’s perfect. I didn’t have this edition.”

“I should imagine not. It’s a hundred years old.”

“It is?”

“I tried to find a first edition, but I couldn’t quite swing it on short notice. But I imagined you would appreciate an older copy of this particular book.”

She just stares at him. “Don’t let this go to your head, but you really are the perfect man.”

“Naturally.”

Emily’s next words come so quickly that she doesn’t realize what she means to ask until she has. “Do you want me to read it to you?”

Trystan freezes. They both know who Emily always read Wuthering Heights with. “You would share that me?”

“I would.”

“Then by all means.”

He sits on the couch, and Emily promptly follows, her legs on his lap. She clears her throat and begins: “1801—I have just returned from a visit to my landlord—the solitary neighbour that I shall be troubled with.”

#trystan x mc #trystan x emily #trystan thorne #emily rose #crimes of passion #playchoices #30 drabbles in 30 days

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five-miles-over · 1 year

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Can you write a one shot about Yandere Prince Hal where he became obsessed with a servant in his castle please?

Thanks for the request and for your patience, anon! Hope you like it :)

You Will Be Mine

Warnings: yandere behavior, forced kissing, obsession

Attempting to outdrink Falstaff was never a brilliant idea.

Like a fawn learning to walk for the the first time, Prince Hal staggered through the halls of the palace. The rays of the morning sunlight stung his eyes like pointed needles, and his head was filled with an all-too-familiar pain It felt as if someone had been striking the insides of his head, a bell ringer inside his skull. His arms and legs were as heavy as bread dough, and his throat was more parched than a barren field.

"Uhh…." Hal winced, trying to wish his hangover away. As soon as he stumbled upon a bedroom that looked like his own, the prince flopped onto the bed face-down. A female - presumably a servant of some kind - chirped immediately, asking if "His Majesty" would like some breakfast.

How the hell was she so cheery at this hour?…Was it even time for breakfast? Hal wondered, having no knowledge of the exact moment he fell asleep at the tavern. His stomach churned. "No, just something edible," he muttered.

As soon as he could hear the sound of the servant's footsteps leaving his chamber, Hal groaned into the pillow while his head throbbed. This was not the first time the prince of England found himself in such a state after a wild night. After this ordeal ended, Hal would probably meet up with his friend John Oldcastle in the forest, and play a prank upon some unfortunate travelers that happened to be passing by. And after that, they might sweet-talk Falstaff into singing something pretty, and they might be able to enjoy some more of that special, far-too-expensive-for-you wine Falstaff kept bragging about…actually scratch that, wine was probably the last thing that Hal wanted to think about now, let alone drink.

Holding a tray with slices of rye bread, aged cheese, a pitcher of mead with low alcohol content, and some honey reserved for the royal family, you made your way to the entrance of the prince's chamber. "Your Grace, I've brought you breakfast. May I come in?"

Who was this? Hal knew this voice was different than the voice of the maid who approached him earlier. But there was something inviting about the way you spoke, something…that made him wish for more. "Come in."

The prince rolled onto his side, catching a glimpse of you as you made your way to a wooden table. All of a sudden, Hal no longer found himself concerned with his headache or his upset stomach. A new energy filled his once-fatigued limbs and his eyes were no longer afraid of the light, all because you entered his chambers. What sort of sorcery did you have that made him feel this way?

Hal's gaze followed you as you placed the tray on a table and fixed your hair. "Tell me your name," the prince commanded.

You politely replied, telling him the name you were born with as well as the name that most people used to refer to you.

With a nod, Hal studied you. He couldn't quite explain why, but the more you spoke and the more he looked at you, the more…beautiful you seemed to him. Actually, beautiful was but a mere shallow word to describe the way that Hal saw you. Enchanting might be more suitable; your voice was luring him like a siren's call, and the nimble movement of your fingertips along your hair enticed him more than any half-naked tavern wench.

"Come closer. I feel fatigued to eat much," the prince lied. At this point, he was only looking for an excuse to bring you closer to him.

You obediently sat on the edge of the bed with the tray in your lap, save for the pitcher of mead, which remained on the table. Carefully, you ripped a small piece of rye and the prince caught it in his mouth.

Hal continued to enjoy your loveliness while he chewed each morsel, thoughts of kissing and touching you filling his mind. But this was far different than the lustful liquor-filled impulses Hal felt when he locked eyes with a wench or a prostitute in a bar. No, his feelings for you were more. He couldn't quite explain why he felt so much desire for you, and neither did he truly want to. All he knew was that you belonged by his side, that there was something that felt right about the rather-intimate position of sitting on his bed so close to him.

After the prince cleaned the plate, one bite at a time, you bowed to the prince with a smile and promptly left…too soon for his liking, of course. Before he could protest or call your name, you had already disappeared from the room.

Naughty little fairy, Hal laughed under his breath. You did not even asked if you had his permission to be dismissed. Not that it mattered anyways…you already stayed long enough to leave a permanent imprint in his mind. And now, you left him with no choice but to find you, and to get you all for himself.

Filled with a new energy and the hangover now long-forgotten, Hal roughly threw aside his bedsheets - not even caring that he was still wearing the clothes from last night - and strode into the hallway like a hunter entering a thicket. The servants present immediately halted their conversations and bowed as soon as they caught sight of him, but he barely regarded any of them. All Hal could think about was finding you.

As he traversed throughout the palace, his pace grew quicker and his patience grew thinner, causing him to curl his fingers until his knuckles were white. He could not bring himself to stop moving until he knew for sure where you were in the palace. Nothing else mattered - not the flabbergasted looks from courtiers expecting him to be in some dirty tavern during this time of day, and not the the gossip among the old maids about which noble girl had been deflowered before her wedding date. All he needed was you, your dulcet voice, and your enchanting beauty. And when he found you, Hal would ensure that he would be the only one who could run his fingers through your soft hair, the only one who could wrap his arms around that lovely body of yours.

"Your majesty, some ale?" A male, young servant shakily approached him. Already aflame with his desire and exasperated at his inability to find you, Hal glared at the servant and threw the pint in the servant's face before continuing his hunt.

Hal finally found you out on one of the palace balconies, hanging a bedsheet to dry, surrounded by other laundresses. Your hair was tied back, save for a few strands outlining your delicate face. He wanted to approach you, dismiss the others, and passionately embrace you…but he did not. If he held you now and kissed your lips, he would not be able to stop. The desire to consume you would overwhelm him, like a drunkard with an unopened bottle of wine. So, he leaned against the entrance to the balcony, crossing his arms while eyeing you from a distance.

He took in every detail of you, memorizing each and every curve, every detail upon your body that wasn't hidden by your loose dress. He watched you laugh without a care in the world while you went about your washing and cleaning, talking to the other laundresses. Yes, you looked to be enjoying yourself even while you toiled, but Hal knew that when he made you his, you would never have to lift a finger for anything. He would provide you anything and everything you needed, all for your unflinching loyalty and your undying love in return. For that, Hal would be ready to do anything, anything to keep you by his side.

Eventually, you and the other laundresses finished your work on the balcony and begin to chatter amongst each other, making plans for the night. Holding the empty baskets that once held dirty sheets, you all turned around and made your way to the doorway…only to silently curtsy as soon as the prince caught your eye.

"Ladies," Hal smirked at you all before courteously stepping out of the way so they could leave. But when you came forward, the prince blocked you with his arm.

You flinched, holding the large wicker basket. "Your Majesty…"

Hal commanded you to put the basket down, and clasped your chin so that your eyes were looking into his. He murmured your name like a prayer before asking, "What were you talking about with them?"

"We…we were talking about our lives…"

"And?"

"We had plans to go to the local bathhouse tonight…,Your Majesty"

"No," Hal sharply said. "I cannot let you go there."

Your eyes widened. "Why not, Your Majesty?"

"Because those places are filthy, and terribly unsavory things take place in those dreaded bathhouses." He stroked your cheek with his thumb. "I only want to protect you, my dearest."

"Your Majesty…"

"Hal," he corrected you. "Perhaps I can give you a bath, one far better and more deserving for a beautiful lady like you."

"Hal, you flatter me," you blushed, pretending to laugh at what seemed like banter

"The way you say my name is beyond perfect." The prince whispered in awe before crashing his lips onto yours. With one hand cupping your cheek, his other hand snaked around your hip and tightly held you. That was all it took for Hal to give into his desire for you, to venture past a point of no return.

A whimper escaped your lips and your body tensed in his eery embrace. Yet somehow it only made the prince deepen the kiss until he could no longer breathe.

"The world is a scary and dangerous place," Hal gently said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you stay here, you'll be safe. In my arms."

"I can't, I h-"

"I need you." The prince insisted, wrapping his large hand around your wrist with a deathly grip. "You don’t understand...I need to feel your small hand in my own, I need to hear your voice, touch your lips…you cannot turn away from me."

"I need to -" You tried to leave, but the prince maintains his firm hold upon you.

"We have a bond, my dearest. No one can ever imagine to know what our love is like.” Hal pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss. "And I will make you love me. I'm willing to break any rule for you, to burn the world for you, my everything," he whispered against your lips. "You will be mine."

#prince hal #prince hal fanfiction #prince hal x reader #prince hal imagine #the hollow crown #tom hiddleston characters #henry iv #tom hiddleston imagines #tw: yandere #yandere male #male yandere

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whateverisbeautiful · 1 year

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Hi ! First thing i love your reflections about richonne and the way you detail everything.

That's why i want to ask you this : In your opinion, when did Rick / Michonne fell deeply in love with each other ? I think maybe in between season 3 - 4 for Michonne and for Rick during Carl's eye recovery. Of course we know they got a strong connection since the begining.

Thanks !!!

Hi! Thank you so much. 😊 I LOVE this question cuz I think about when exactly they fell in love often and I always enjoy hearing others takes on when they believe those moments were. (And since it's such a good question I of course had to give an extended response with supporting evidence😅)

Imo, Rick & Michonne both fall deeply in love with each other by the end of Season 4.

Like their attraction and feelings were stirring from S3 forward, but at the end of S4, I think that feeling of “I’m in love with this person" starts becoming even more evident.

For Rick, I say it's that precious moment on the train tracks with Michonne and Carl when his heart knows deep down that he doesn't just like and need her but he deeply loves and has fallen for her.

And Michonne is not far behind as I think she has that same deep-down feeling in the next episode, when she listens to Rick outside the car while Carl sleeps in her lap and the “Cuz I’m Okay Too” scene. I feel like this is when her heart becomes more aware that she deeply loves him and has fallen for him. Their minds just needed time to catch up & allow them to act on what their hearts felt in S4.

To me, it’s all so clear in their looks during these scenes. Because the way she looks at him in that 4x16 scene and how he looks at her on those tracks in 4x15 feels very reminiscent of how they look at each other on that couch in 6x10 when they both know full well they’re in love.

I really feel like the only few reasons it takes R&M so long to act on those S4 feelings is because one; the world kept screaming at them throughout S5/6A and they had to focus so much on just bare-bones survival and recovering from PTSD, two; Michonne needed that convo with Carl and Judith in 6x10 to feel comfortable letting her heart take the wheel and take that next step with Rick. And Rick just needed that confirmation that the feeling was mutual because I think he really respected and valued her role in his and his family’s life and didn’t want to potentially jeopardize that by professing his feelings for her unless he knew it was something she wanted too. (and three; as fione as Rick is, I low-key feel like Rick initially didn’t think he could pull a baddie like Michonne and in his troubled S5B/6A state he thought he’d have to settle elsewhere. ijs. 💁🏽‍♀️😋)

But fortunately, Rick and Michonne both realized how perfect they were for each other and acted on it once they finally had time to heal and breathe a little.

S4 Richonne will always be so special to me and it’s especially because I think it’s the season they fall deeply for each other and slowly but surely become aware of it. Rick and Michonne both really value family and in 4B they saw each other be the exact type of family the other needed. But not just needed, they saw each other be someone they genuinely love and desire.

I’d been thinking about doing mini breakdowns of my perspective on all the different eras of Richonne because I feel each season, from S3 to S9, brings about a new layer & era to their relationship and this question has me even more motivated to try and explore that because every era is just so good. So thank you, anon!

#richonne #twd

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jonathanbiers · 1 year

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i've been thinking i like the idea that steve and argyle cook for each other. argyle shows off his pizza prowess and some special family recipes from mexico, while steve shows off some desserts and various Italian dishes his nona used to make.

i need you to know that when i saw this while i was at work, it made me smile so big! cooking together can be such a great bonding activity. i'm imagining argyle smearing a lil pizza sauce on steve's cheek just to see that little sigh and grumble steve does when he wants to be annoyed but isn't really.

i think steve would be so impressed watching argyle toss the dough in the air. he would be watching all big-eyed and soft because he knows argyle is just showing off when he tosses it with one hand a couple times, but he's so gone on this boy that it works.

he'd ask argyle to teach him how and when he struggles(bc it really is tricky to learn the technique at first), argyle would press up against his back and show steve exactly how to move his hands and steve would try to pay attention but all he can really think about is how soft argyle's voice is in his ear. but he gets it right, and argyle presses a little kiss on his neck (just a little one!) and tells him how good he's doing. oh they make me weak.

and when they share the recipes they learned from their childhoods, that were passed down to them through generations, they tell each other stories while they do. happy childhood stories that make them laugh, family gossip they never really found out a concrete answer to, significant events (good and bad) that shaped them to be how they are now, whatever it is that they associate with that specific food. but they listen to each other and they each fall a little bit more in love every time, and when the stories lean a little bit more melancholy the other person is always right there to soothe over those old wounds with kisses and just generally letting each other know they're there. just, the two of them learning each other through this mundane yet so intimate ritual they've developed.

and sometimes they'll just put on some tapes, dance around the kitchen and sing and laugh with each other. steve's favorite thing is when argyle sings songs that are in spanish, he may not know what the words mean but argyle sings them all like they're the sappiest lovesongs meant for steve and steve only.

and even when they don't cook together, they use food as a way to take care of each other. if steve was up late with a migraine, argyle lets him sleep in and makes him breakfast, intending to bring it to him in bed. but the smell off coffee and bacon wakes him up anyway and he finds his way into the kitchen, all soft and sleepy, wrapping his arms around argyle's waist and pressing his cheek against his back. gentle "good morning"s and "i love you"s.

when argyle has a really shit day at work steve makes him one of his comfort foods, one that is his go-to on those extra bad days, one that makes him feel warm and takes him somewhere safe. they'll eat on the couch with steve's legs in argyle's lap and watch their favorite movie or tv show and steve will run his fingers through argyle's hair while he vents about his day.

at a certain point, they both claim the other person makes their own recipes better than they do. (they don't, they do the exact same thing)

#anonymous #I Got Carried Away #they just make me so happy and fuzzy and warm on the inside #thank you so much for sending me this!#stargyle #steve harrington #argyle

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