#💕 his croaky voice 💕

[duketibbitswaifu]

Mrs Tibbits I love this blog so much yoj and your husband seem so happy together <3

❣️ OMG HIHIIHHII THANK YOU~1!11111 ❣️

🌸 Yes i am so happy with him <33333 🥰 He makes it worth to get up everyday in the morning, ✨ and there's nothing I love more than seeing his wrinkly face going to sleep 💗 I love embracing his scars, his past, his flaws, 💕 and loving him for WHO HE IS!!!!!!!! 🙏 ❣️ HE WAS MADE FOR ME AND NO ONE ELSE!!!!! ❣️ 🍰 I LOVE HIM SO MUCH I WILL FIGHT ANYONE FOR HIM <33333333 ✨ 🌸

[towriteloveontheirarms]

Take it slow (Gale Dekarios x Reader)

synopsis: Gale and you share a tent for the night. The forced proximity is the perfect circumstance to explore each other more.

warnings: drinking, smut adjacent, reader is the first person to be with Gale after Mystra, heavy petting, dry humping, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall

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A/N: Thank you to my darling @legitalicat for beta reading and also for listening to my honestly unhealthy Bg3 obsession. I love you💕

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The whole party sits around the campfire, drinking, celebrating another small victory. Spirits had been down lately, so this was more than needed and a night of light-heartedness feels only appropriate. You sit around in a big group until well into the night, when the first folks start retiring, leaving only a handful of people. Among them Gale, who after wishing everyone a good night, comes back to join you rather quickly. Garnering a few questioning looks.

“It seems like I am out of a tent for the night.” He explains his sudden return, one hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

You are about to ask what happened, when from the side Karlach loudly gives her own opinion.

“You should share a tent.” She laughs and wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.

The suggestion garners a few drunken snickers around the group, but it also serves well to make your cheeks grow warm at the thought of sharing a space with the wizard for the night. Your nervous demeanour only furthers their giggles.

Gale however quickly lifts his hands in a defensive motion. “It´s quite alright. I don´t mind sleeping with- I mean sharing a tent with you. If you do not mind it either.”

His slip of tongue immediately produces more heat on both of your faces and gives the others a hard time not to burst out into roaring laughter.

“I do not mind it at all.” That secretly you had wished for this moment for a while now goes unsaid, though when he helps you to your feet your eyes linger on each other´s for just a second too long to still be platonic in nature.

Gale leads you away from the amused group by the hand and holds open the tent for you to enter before him.

Now alone with the wizard the tension in the rather confined space grows thick. The two of you lay stiff beside each other on the considerably too small bed roll, desperately trying to find something to say to lighten the mood somehow, to make each other more comfortable. Luckily for you, as you lay there so far away from the campfire, the cold seeps into your bones and makes both of you shiver.

“Would it be alright if I laid closer to you? Just to fight the cold a bit.” you ask in a croaky voice. Your fingertips drumming against the ground with excessive energy.

“Yes, yes naturally.” Gale replies fast, almost all but pulling you into his arms.

 Silence settles yet again as you lay your head on his chest, though it feels a bit less stiff than before. The scent of black tea, parchment paper enters your nostrils, accompanied by an undercurrent of sea salt and something citrusy to all mix for a scent that is so uniquely Gale. You can feel his chin rest against the crown of your head and instinctively bury your nose further into his chest. His hand runs up and down your arm with feather light touches, to warm you some more. The laughter from outside subsides to leave only the singing cicadas behind and the tension inside shifts to something much more than not being used to being so close so suddenly. Until you break under the weight of it.

Your lips tingle as they finally brush against his neck. Your heart is beating on your ears at how exciting it is, leaning in to repeat the motion over and over again. Sucking and nibbling at the skin ever so lightly. Gale’s skin warms up under your ministrations and his adam's apple bobs under a heavy gulp. Right as you pull away, he lets out a shaky breath. However, the two of you can't stay away for long, crashing your lips together. Hands grabbing at the other´s cheeks, necks and hips, anywhere they can reach for purchase. Your lips press together hesitantly at first, yet as they grow surer in what they are doing, stay slow, but crushingly passionate.

“Gods you’re such a good kisser.” You rasp against his lips. “I will never get enough of the way you taste.”

There is not a single trace of your initial bashfulness left as the kiss lingers longer and longer. Your hands wander over Gale´s arms to his chest, feeling his heartbeat drum against his chest to match the rhythm of your own. His fingers hook into your pants as your hands claw into the collar of his shirt pulling you into his lap and each other close until there is no air left between you. Nor is any breath in your lungs. The kiss is the only thing keeping the two of you alive in this moment. Savouring the sweet remnants of wine on his stained lips and the feel of their softness.

A guttural moan falls from his lungs, getting swallowed by you immediately. “Keep tasting me then.”

It's something he doesn't have to tell you twice. While you continue to breathe life into each other, you let your hands wander over the fabric separating each other’s bodies. Roaming the length of it repeatedly before they dip underneath. You gently drag your nails down his sides and back. Not enough to leave a sting but for a shiver to follow along with them. Ending with your hands running over the bulge between his thighs.

“Wait…” The wizard suddenly pulls away to stop you by laying his hands over yours.

You pull back as well at the sound of his voice, eyes fluttering open to gauge his reaction and the cause of the sudden stop.

The sight of his tousled hair, the shiny, swollen lips and the flushed skin. The heavily moving chest, in the dim light it's all so intoxicating.

“What is it?” You ask worriedly, taking hold of his hands and guide them to rest against your chest.

It takes a while for him to collect himself. “Yes, quite alright. I am not used to people touching me like this anymore. I…”

The frustration coming from him is palpable in his aura, but you on the other hand are filled with relief that he isn't shutting you out.

“We can take it slow. There is no harm in that.” You cup Gale's cheek in your hand and nudge his nose with yours.

A shaky sigh escapes his lungs in response to it. “I´m sorry. I must be so boring. You are probably used to more adventurous partners. You must think I don't want you now.”

“Hey, hey listen to me. There is no need to apologize. It is so exciting just to be with you. It is true I want you so much, but more than that I want you to be comfortable. So, if you do not feel ready to go all the way just yet, l am fine with that.“ While you coo at him reassuringly, eyes set on his, your fingers run through his beard.

He leans into your touch, practically purring at the soothing motion. He can´t help but nuzzle further into your palm. “Do you truly mean it?”

You don't mean to chuckle at him while he is being vulnerable, but the way he looks at you with those wide, dark brown eyes, you can't fight back the sound.

“Yes. Of course I mean it. I could never live with myself knowing I forced myself on you.” A chaste peck finds its way from your lips to his temple.

Gale seems taken aback by your understanding, though the confusion in his face doesn´t stay for too long.

“I have an idea. How would you feel about being the one to guide my hands over your body until you feel more comfortable with them wandering on their own?” You purr, biting your lower lip in excitement at the prospect of exploring him more.

His eyes glow up at the proposal and he slowly nods his head. “I think I would like that very much.”

Your hands, still holding his, find Gale´s chest, resting against it without moving. That alone has his heart beating faster an embarrassing amount, but so does yours as his own digits carefully begin to guide them. Shaky breaths mingle, your eyes stay on each other securely, meanwhile you feel the soft indigo fabric and the contrasting rough silver accents under your palms. Roaming over his upper body once more, caressing his neck and running through his hair. Every now and again your lips meet his to share a kiss or to press some chaste affection to his jawline or the column of his throat, which draw soft whimpers from both of your lungs. It gets the warmth in your stomach to swirl hotter than ever before and when you least expect it, Gale leads you underneath the shirt again. The feel of his still heated skin is exhilarating, but he still has a surprise left for you.

Gale lightly lifts one of his legs and flexes the muscles to rub against the bundle of nerves at the apex between your thighs, making you draw in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, Gale…” You breathe out, beginning to tremble just as much as he does. “That feels so good.”

The wizard is only able to hum in agreement, too focused on your fingers carding through his chest hair and teasing his nipples under his guidance. In search of more stimulation, your hips begin to move on their own. Rubbing your pleasure centre against his thigh, ready to stop at any moment. Yet as you do so, Gale groans and meets your stagnant motions. Your lips meet once more and just like this kiss your movement against each other´s bodies grow heavier and more passionate fast.

Before you know it, the wizard has left your hands at his hips to lay his own on yours to guide them instead. A tight winded knot builds in the pit in your stomach quickly, prompting your hips to grow more erratic.

“I am so close.” Gale barely manages to part barely far enough to moan into your mouth and is immediately met with the sentiment being very much reciprocated by you.

“I want to reach my peak along with you.” You whimper right back, desperate for the release that is threatening to take over the two of you.

The confession alone makes Gale´s hips falter and the hardened length in his pants twitch before erupting with his climax. A drawn-out moan fills the space that was otherwise only filled with your heavy breathing and pulls you right over the edge with him, your body weakly collapsing against his chest, while you bathe in the glow of your shared pleasure.

“Perhaps this might not be the perfect moment to confess this, but I think I have been in love with you since the moment I pulled you out of that portal.” You whisper weakly, eyes falling close at regular intervals already.

“On the contrary I believe there is no better time for this confession. I have felt similarly for a long time as well now. Though I have never dreamed of speaking my feelings out loud.” Gale answers in just the same quiet, intimate tone.

[luveline]

hi queen 😙

could you please do one where the BAU are staying in another state for a case so they have to stay in a hotel and for some reason hotch has to come see reader in the morning or before bed or something so he knocks on the door of her room and she opens and she’s just standing there with like her hair in two braids and like matching pink pyjamas and hotch just has a little laugh because he’s never seen that side of her before?? 💕💕

this would be like season 1 or 2 hotch :D

cw reader has hair that can be put into two braids

He texts you first but you don't answer. Hotch isn't happy to encroach on your space so early but he can't remember what you said last night about the killer's motivations and he needs to know, desperately, in case this missing piece of the puzzle can stop another young man from being murdered. 

"L/N?" he asks, knocking on the door quickly. "Y/N, are you awake?" 

There's a definite sleeping groan. Hotch winces at the sound but what else can he do? You'll have to wake up in an hour anyway. 

"Y/N? I'm sorry to wake you, but I need to ask you about Cory, last night's victim? You said it seemed more like an arsonist than a murderer, what did you mean by–" 

The door swings open. "...that." Hotch stares at you. 

You have your hair braided away from your face, strands rocked free and frizzy. More amusing is the baby pink pyjamas you're wearing; adorable little slips of fabric, pants that stop mid-calf and a camisole with soft lace at the chest. Hotch immediately looks back to your face as he realises his once over, but he can't hold back a laugh. A small chuckle, harmless. 

"Are you laughing at me?" you ask tiredly, voice croaky but threaded with amusement. "You woke me up, okay? This is your fault. Did you bring me coffee, at least?" 

Hotch puts his empty hands up in defeat. 

"Come in, then, before someone else sees me." 

Hotch follows you inside. He doesn't feel any pressure or awkwardness, but he needs to make sure you aren't either, and so he takes a cross-armed position against the wall. You run your hand down a braid and pull out the elastic, absentminded as you shake out your hair. 

"I said it was more like arson because of the mess. Arsons like to ruin things. And I just don't see how it could be solely pleasure based after such a massacre," —you move to the second braid and repeat the process— "the adrenaline runs out eventually, but the blood was– it was everywhere. It would've taken effort. There are photos on my phone if you want to see." 

You gibe him your phone, open to photographs you took last night. Hotch clicks through them in disgust. Like you said, it takes a lot of effort to make a crime scene look like this. 

"We could be looking for someone with an impulse control disorder," Horch guesses. "Our pool of suspects would completely change. We've been looking for people who have untoward desires centred around teenage boys–" 

"But if we're searching for someone who can't control their impulses we could easily be looking at a teenage boy. He'd have reason to be with his victims that wouldn't cause concern." 

Hotch finds it very difficult to take you seriously in your pinks. He laughs again, and you know exactly what it is he's laughing at, waving him away as you bend down by your suitcase under the desk. "Go sharpen up, Hotchner. And get me a coffee, please." You glance at him from over your shoulder. "I'd like to see you in your pyjamas." 

"I'm sure you would, agent." 

Hotch thinks more than he should about you in your thin pyjamas, the way they hugged your thighs and the naked lengths of your arms, your ankles, he's ridiculous, but it's stuff he's not used to seeing. He's usually so focused. 

He brings you a coffee and an apology croissant, which you eat in pleased silence beside him, fully dressed, hair tamed. He can't not see you as you were that morning, eyes puffy with tiredness but a hundred times the professional he'd been. 

"I can feel you looking at me," you murmur. "Laugh again and I'm telling Gideon." 

"Ah, and he'd reprimand me."  

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" you ask, almost monotone as you drink your coffee. "Do you have the case file for Patrick Gorden? I wanna compare the blood splatter on the walls." 

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

You and Eddie make plans to meet but you're struck down with a headache and flu like symptoms. Eddie surprises you when he comes to take care of you.

Part Three 💕

Fluff, part of the Older Eddie x Reader series. 18+ only

Part Four is in the works, some jealous Eddie 🤭

Part one

Part Two

🖤💫

Friday was one of your usual days to meet Eddie and you'd been looking forward to it since you last seen Eddie five days ago.

The urge to be with him grew stronger and stronger each day, no matter how hard you tried to bury down what you were feeling. Even at work you were distracted and moony or at least according to your friend Grant.

Today had been a long day. You had woke up feeling out of sorts, just tired and achy, an inetsnse building pressure in your temple- a majorly bad headache threatening to ruin your day.

Then you had a run in at work with your ex, he was as charming and cordial as ever which left you feeling worse. You couldn't wait to get home, shower and attempt to nip this headache in the bud before you met Eddie.

All of your plans fell apart as soon as you stepped foot inside your home. You did manage to shower, find some pain meds and change into your comfiest clothing, then you made a nest on your bed, could feel the headache pounding now and just wanted to sleep.

The pain was making your vision blur and your stomach turn with nausea. You decided to just try and sleep for a little bit, meet Eddie later. So you set an alarm and promptly feel asleep. Not even the alarm woke you up hours later.

🥰🖤

Eddie looked at the time, it was past eight thirty. Usually you and him met at seven but there was no sign of you. He knew you were home from work because when he was fixing up his bike outside you had arrived home from work.

Something didn't seem right then but Eddie pushed it aside. Attempted to clean up some of the shit laying around before your visit.

But then you didn't show and there was a feeling building up inside of Eddie, worry. It was gnawing at him that something wasn't right, like there was alarm bells in his head.

This wasn't good... he wasn't supposed to feel like this, wasn't used to anything beyond sex with someone so the worrying was new and unsettling.

Swearing under his breath he heads out and goes to check on you. The anxiety is heightened even more and he wonders if you had a run in with that shitty ex of yours.

Oh how Eddie would love to scare the shit out of that dickhead...

Your door is unlocked and he makes a mental note to tell you to lock your fucking door. Honestly you'd be the death of him at this rate.

He heads into your bedroom and stills. Finds you sprawled across your bed fast asleep, even still there's discomfort in your face. What the fuck had happened? Seeing you hadn't helped the worry one bit. Now he was more on edge than ever.

Cautiously he settles on the bed and gently feels your forehead. Winces at how warm to the touch you are, you moan and your eyes flutter open.

"Eddie" your voice is a little croaky, there's a small pout on your face as you feel your forehead and groan. "Shit, I need to get up, get some meds"

Woah. He guides you back into bed and you stumble a little bit "Easy sweetheart. You need to rest okay" he soothes you.

You mumble something under your breath and head back into bed. He smiles at the stubborn set in your eyes, normally he finds it cute and endearing but right now he just wants to make sure you're okay.

"What happened sweetheart?" he asks softly as you wince a little bit as you settle into bed.

"Headache, sick... You should go. I'll be okay" you stumble over your words, he shakes his head and find you another blanket and gets you a fresh glass of water and some meds.

"I'll make you some soup. It's my Uncle Wayne's recipe. Cure for all ailments sweetheart" There's a ghost of a smile on your face but you still look a bit out of it, still in pain.

He doesn't like seeing you in pain, it aches right down to his bones and he's surprised by the fierce urge to look after you, protect you from stupid flu bugs, the latter part is irrational he knows that but he can't help feeling it.

"Hey princess you gonna be a good girl for me and sit up? See if we can get you some food" you groan, pout (which is cute as fuck) and sit up all grumpy and tired.

"Just some soup princess okay? Then sleep" you nod and snuggle back under the covers while he proceeds to make the soup and listens incase you need anything else.

Once the soup is ready and you've ate your fill, Eddie makes sure you have more water.

"Just sleep sweetheart" he orders and you gently tug his arm, look at him all soft and hopeful.

"Can you stay with me?" he softens. He was planning on staying anyway but that look you're giving him tugs at his heart and he settles beside you.

It isn't long until you're fast asleep on Eddie's chest, Eddie keeping a close eye on you long into the night.

And that feeling of you being so close to him? Your head snuggled into his chest? He can't ignore the way this makes him feel.

A warmness spreads across his chest and he can't help the smile that stays with him all night.

❤️

🫶🏻

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

would suguru listen to you yap about the dream you had last night? 💕

would a starved horse take a bite of a patch of beautiful untouched grass ….. would a man wading through the desert bend down to sip the sweet water of a long, flowing river …… would an anteater eat ants. is there anything suguru wouldn’t do for you.

the answer is no (meaning yes <3) ofc he would!!!!!! dare i say he’s the best listener bf in all of jjk,,, he’s so very attentive and also gen wants to know what goes on in your head. at all times. he loves it when you yap :( loves laying in bed, sleepy, indulging in your croaky voice ….. in all that you are <3 what he loves most of all is when your dream includes him, in any capacity, just knowing you think of him even as you sleep :’> it satisfies an insecure part of his brain.

[nescaveckwriter]

Stethoscopes and Triangles - Chapter Four ❤️

A/N: Urghhh 😱 y'all this is just sad, for Amy, frustrating for Sam and heartbreaking for us! But I hope y'all enjoy this, 💕 and oh yeah guess who we meet in this, yep, that amazing green eyed man😋 so sit back and enjoy. 💕

Warnings: 18+ Only! Some language, angst, heartbreak, cheating, punching, mentions of blood, anything else I missed let me know💕

Characters: Sam Winchester, Amy Summers, Ruby Jones, Paul Summers, Ada Brown, Dean Winchester.

Cover: Created by me. Also images from Pinterest and Canva.

Words:2552 😅

Chapter Four 🤩

Rolling over, searching for the large man, opening her eyes slightly, "Sam?" Glaring at the alarm clock 2 in the morning, removing the covers and slipping on her slippers, her eyes still puffy, from the sleep. Walking in too the living room with its open plan kitchen, she finds him slumped over in the chair, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his head resting on his right arm, his hair hanging over his handsome face. Lightly touching his shoulder, her voice calming and sweet, "babe, my love, wake up, go get some proper sleep in our bed please"

He arouses a little, lifting his head with difficulty showing the stiffness in his neck, "Amy? What time is it?"

"It's 2 in the morning, come get up" she tugs at his arm, and he just follows her, too tired to fight with her, letting her know, that he's not nearly done reading and going through the paperwork. He just stumbles on the bed, work clothes and all, spayed out, on the bed, his voice croaky from the sleep. "I love you Amy" a sweet smile lining across her lips, "you too babe" The light snores coming from him, let's her know, he's fast asleep, and she ain't getting a inch of help to remove his working clothes. Slowly removing his tie, while placing a soft kiss, on his cheek, "sweet dreams babe" She whispers, removing his shoes, and socks, covering him up with the blanket. As she curls up next too him, thinking about how he looked after her, these last few weeks, her fingers lingering across the now healed scar on her neck. But she worries about him, its almost as if his carrying around this burden but she can't quite figure out what it is, and its been coming for some time now, he works so much, and the hours are getting longer, or maybe she's just imagining things, because usually she's at work also working long hours, maybe she just never noticed it before. With those thoughts running around in her mind, she falls asleep. 

She gets woken up by the shift on the bed, glancing at his side, he runs his hand over his face, her voice sweet "morning babe" he's head cocks to her side, he sounds tired "morning sweetie" he gets up walking towards the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower and get ready to head into the office" sitting half upright now, "enjoy your shower love, what do you want for breakfast?"

He doesn't even look her way, he just walks in, closing the door behind him, and letting her know, that he'll get something on the way, no need for any trouble. Finding it a little odd, but kind off writing it off due to the fact that he's tired, she gets up, to make some coffee. As she waits for the coffee machine, Sam's phone vibrates on the table. She strides closer, thinking maybe its important or the battery is about to die.

 It's a message from a Ruby Jones, : Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off...

She just glares at the phone, she can't read what the message said further his phone is locked, but she can't help but too think that's why he's been acting so distant, so different, his having an affair, cheating on her? Her hands are shaking, her chest feels like it going to explode, "how... Why... Is he really cheating?" She mumbles underneath her breath. The tears burning behind her eyes, she places his phone down, her eyes get caught on his suit jacket that's draped over the kitchen chair, she looks a little closer there's a makeup smudge on his collar, she picks it up to take a closer look, then the smell of another women's perfume hits her nostrils, her lower lip trembling as emotions of anger and sadness swirl around in her chest, swallowing down the tears, as she throws the jacket over the chair, pouring some coffee in her cup. Hearing Sam walking towards the kitchen, barely looking at her he throws in the files in his suitcase, taking his phone and walks towards the door, he turns around, "Have a good first day at work Amy, I need to head into work, love you" and heads right back out of there apartment door. She's left standing there shock on her face, knowing that she's right, that man she loves so dearly is cheating on her.

Still left standing there, too shocked too move a muscle, the door flung open, Sam's voice bring her out of her haze, "forgot my car keys" she glares at him, confusion prominent between his eyebrows, "did I do something wrong"

Walking closer towards him, her voice breaking, tears streaming down her face "Am I not enough"

"What are you talking about Amy?"

"If you don't love me anymore give it too me straight, you don't go behind my damn back, and get another woman"

Surprised Sam looks at her like she's crazy "What the hell Amy? What is the matter with you?"

Her jaw clenches, "the Ruby chick with her messages, the make up and perfume on your clothes, you barely look at me, you work later than normal, wanna tell me I'm crazy, please go ahead"

Starting to get irritated with her accusing him of something so far from the truth, he turns towards the door, giving her one last glance as he shouts "if you think I'm capable of doing something so damn outrageous, I don't even know what I'm doing in this relationship anymore, goodbye Amy" walking out and smashing the door closed behind him.

Sliding down the kitchen cabinet, sobbing frantically, shaking her head, never in her entire life would she had thought that Sam would cheat, that Sam would be just like her father. She was always so determined to not end up like her poor mother, scattered and broken through a damn affair, but yet here she is.

 As Sam speeds to work, his thoughts can't help but to race to the sight his just seen, the look of betrayal of sadness of anger on her delicate face, her ocean blue eyes, was filled with despair, making them appear darker than they are. "Dammit" he cusses underneath his breath.

Shaking his head, if only she knew the reason he can't look her in the eyes, the reason his been working such long hours, its not because he's a cheat, no! He's building a case, a case where it looks like Paul Summers her father is involved in.  Recalling the witness that came forth, a older lady in her late forties, scared too death, she was bawling her eyes out so he pulled her into a hug, it can't be easy losing your only child. He recalls the message Amy was talking about, unlocking his phone reading the message, Hey Sam☺️ just want to know for when I should book that little place for the two off you. 

He asked Ruby too book a special place for Amy's birthday coming up, he wanted too treat her, knowing he has been distant. But all that has gone too hell now. Thinking he should probably call her, and try too explain, but knowing her, he needs too let her cool down first, he knows the impact her father's cheating had on her, she was so reluctant, going out with him in the first place, and now she thinks that he loves another woman. "There's only one woman for me dammit" he cusses to himself, as he pulled into the parking.

Walking through the hospital doors, first time in a couple of weeks, she felt so happy too be able to go too work this morning, doing what she loves, and now... now she feels, weak, sad and broken. Walking straight to the ER. she just wants too forget about everything and drown herself in her patients problems, she's caught off guard, by the 'Welcome Back' banner hanging, a few balloons, and some nurses and doctors, welcoming her with smiles, and nods. Ada comes too give her a welcome back hug, as her best friend's arms snakes around her, she can feel the tears damming behind her eyes, she squints in order, to hide them, too push them back.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad your back, and okay, you gave me a good scare, there for a minute"

Amy forces a giggle "Thank you, Ada, and everyone, for everything, but I'm back now, let's get too work okay, we've got lives to save."

Knowing her best friend, better than she knows herself, she agrees with Amy, and gives everyone orders, where to go, which patients to see, and what to do. She won't pry, but she knows, that something aren't right, she'll just wait till she comes and talks too her.

It was a slow day, nothing too serious, just the usual GSW'S and minor injuries. But it was mid shift that, the ER. had multiple injured people entering through the doors, a Navy helicopter full off injured seals, with severe injuries, is about to land.

It was literal chaos, but Amy felt right at home, in fact it's when she felt most alive. Ada said she should check out the man, in trauma bay 2, and she went right in, expecting, no actually hoping it was something challenging. As she took some gloves, she witnessed a man, about mid thirties maybe early forties, something about him seemed familiar, but he sat on the hospital bed, cargo pants and a grey vest exposed his muscular arms, the open gash on his arm, blood seeping through and the right side of his face, there was an open deep wound, blood gushing from it. She walked closer, introducing herself. "I'm Dr. Summers, how are you feeling"

He flinches, his green eyes piercing through hers, "I feel fine, can I go now"

Shocked by his answer "No! I need to check you out first"

His picture perfect jawline hardens, "then do it already dammit"

She just smiles and assures him, she'll do her best and she starts to stitch up the wound to his face and proceeds to the one on his arms, he doesn't say much, he's pretty restless, and every now and again  she need too tell him to sit still, as she finished with the stitching. He got up, towering over her, about too leave but he didn't get far as she kindly told him "Please sit down, we still need to run some tests" 

He looks at her, like she just spoke another language, as he spoke in a rough voice "No! I need to check on my brothers." 

Her eyebrows furrowed, as she got irritated by his demeanor, her voice stern "I said sit your ass down now, I'm not done with you" she steadily pushed him back towards the bed, careful not too hurt him, but stern enough to let him know, she's serious.

He just threw his hands in the air, letting her know, his sort off surrendering, thinking too himself, damn this doctor is hot, any other day, and he would've asked for her number, but not today, his too worried about his team.

"I'm going to order your labs, and see a few other patients, if I come back here and see your not here, I'll get security and let them handcuff you the bed, understood" she warns

He just smirks as he's amused by this woman, who's ordering  him around as if his her two year old, not happy he folds his arms, mouthing "yes mother".

She can't help but too smile a little at the stubbornness of her patient. She proceeds further too attend to some off the other patients.

Sam sits at his desk, going over all the evidence, his gather over these few weeks, his got a solid case, a slam dunk so too say, usually he'd be so happy, but not today, if he wins this case not only will a very bad, dangerous man be off the streets, but he might loose Amy in the process. He is going to make sure her father is behind bars, by the end of this week.  Lifelong if the jury votes in his favor. 

As he sips on the cold bitter brown liquid, he hears chatter outside his door, before he could get up, he's door flung open, hearing Ruby shout, "Sir you can't go in yet" the older man just walks through, his voice loud "He'll see me"

Sam is shocked when he sees its Paul Summers, calmly he tells Ruby "You can go, thanks, close the door behind you"

She just nods and closes the door. The older man's voice angry, a warning tone "what do you think your doing Sam?"

Calmly getting up, striding closer to Amy's father "Good afternoon, Mr Summers, something I can help you with?"

"What do you think your doing, this is going to not only ruin me, but Amy, do you not cares what happens to her, by falsely accusing me"

Sam smirks, "Falsely, I don't think so, I have multiple evidence and witnesses, that can bring you down."

"Ha! We'll see about that, now won't we?" he has a devilish smile on his face. "I'm not the bad guy here, you are Samuel!"

Pointing his finger to door, "I think you better leave Paul" 

"What, like Amy is going too leave you" he provokes the young man.

"This isn't about Amy, this is about you, you are a Crime Boss, ordering your people to execute your demands , smuggling weapons, drugs and people over the border, even human trafficking, how can you, you have a daughter, how do you live with yourself."  

He laughs, "It's only business, and that money is what gave my daughter the ability to be a doctor, I am the reason she is who she is today"

Sam can't take this man's audacity anymore, he starts raising his voice "No! Paul, your not worthy off the name father, Amy, put herself through college, she worked hard to get where she is today, and the only thing she got from you, is a damn voice of you in her head, claiming she is still not enough.!"

The man's jaw tightens and his fist clenches, without thinking it through, he throws a punch, towards Sam's face, grinning as he watches the blood dripping from his now broken nose. "Don't you ever tell me I weren't a good father" as he turns around to head towards the door, he watches Sam take the back of his hand, to wipe off the red , sticky liquid, off his upper lip. "By the way Sammy boy, I bet you my case will get thrown out" he walks out leaving Sam standing there balling his fist's as he wants to punch that stupid grin off the old man's face, knowing he can't it will jeopardize his case, he will just have to wait to get him in court. But the most important thing he can do now, is make sure the witnesses is save, because something tells him, that warning weren't just for show, no! he is planning something, something big!

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter 8

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn't know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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july 23, 2018 los angeles, california orion

Just over a week before the band leaves for tour, Calum and I wake up at an early hour again due to a phone ringing, except this time, it’s his phone. He’s a lighter sleeper than I am, so when it starts to ring, he turns on the lamp on his nightstand and picks it up.

Unlike me, he does put his phone on Do Not Disturb, but he has notifications from certain people come through at any time. The list is me (obviously), his parents, Mali, the band, and Roy. If it’s this early and his phone is ringing, it’s someone who actually needs to reach him.

“Hello?” His croaky morning voice asks.

I hear faint murmuring from the other end of the call.

“Yeah, sure, I’ll cover for you.”

More murmuring.

“No worries.”

Murmuring.

“Yeah, love you too Ash.”

He hangs up, chucks his phone back onto the nightstand, and turns the light back off.

“Everything okay?” I ask while he snuggles back up to me, burying his face in my hair.

“He’s gonna stay at the hospital with Kay today. Asked me to cover for him with Matt.”

“He could’ve texted that…” I mumble, flipping onto my stomach to try to sleep that way now.

“Shh,” Cal whispers, tightening his grip around my waist.

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We wake up for real a few hours later, and the first thing I do is send a text to KayKay.

To: KayKay

hi 💕 hope you’re doing okay. please let me know if you need anything!

She’s one of the few people I know who leaves her read receipts on, and I watch the status change from delivered to read almost instantly, but the bubble that says she’s typing never appears. I don’t expect a reply, but I am glad to know she’s at least read the message.

“Want me to make you a coffee?” I turn to Cal to ask. I don’t read the texts, but I see he’s texting Ashton on his phone.

He turns his head and presses a kiss to my cheek. “Sure, baby. That’d be great.”

I nod and kiss his cheek back before I throw the blankets off myself, careful not to expose Calum to the air in the process. I trudge to the kitchen, Duke trotting after me. I turn on the espresso machine to let it heat up and then scoop Duke’s breakfast into his bowl for him. Opening the fridge, I find the little baggie of unseasoned, boiled chicken pieces that I always ask Cal to set aside when he cooks. While I don’t eat meat, I’d never expect Duke to also be vegetarian, so I try to sneak some extra bonuses into his bowl like actual chicken. I throw a few chunks of the chicken into his bowl while he eats, and he immediately inhales them, preferring the fresh food to his kibble.

Once Duke is fed, I get out the oat milk for our coffees. Cal may not like sweetness in his coffee, but I do, so I also grab a syrup to put in mine. Today’s choice is salted vanilla, a flavor I’d bought at a local LA shop.

I scoop the espresso grounds into the basket and place our cups under the extractors, switching the machine mode to start brewing. The caramel-colored froth comes out a few seconds later, and I watch until the cups are filled to the right line before I shut the machine off.

Just as I’m scooping the ice into our cups, a sleepy Cal shuffles into the kitchen, a small smile playing at his lips when he sees me.

“If it isn’t my favorite barista,” he says, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “What flavor did you do today?”

“Salted vanilla.”

I stick a glass straw in each of our cups — blue for him and green for me — and turn around to hand him his glass. He takes his and taps it against mine.

“Salud.”

“Salud.”

Ever since that first night, we’ve never said cheers, nor have we mentioned it to each other that we’d only ever say salud. It’s just an unspoken rule, and I love it. He even signed his first card to me with it, since it was before we said ‘I love you.’

“Why does this one taste so good?” Cal asks, sipping his latte quickly.

I laugh. “I ordered this espresso from some roaster in DC that makes it taste like chocolate chip cookies.” It was a very targeted Instagram ad and I purchased it immediately.

“Will you send me the name of it? Maybe when we stop in DC I can get some, and I could maybe get you a t-shirt or something from there.”

“Yeah, I’ll text it to you later,” I agree. “But also you don’t need to get me anything. Just bring yourself back home.”

Calum rolls his eyes. “I’m gonna bring you something back home.”

I just laugh. “Okay, as long as that something is you.”

“You’re infuriating, you know that?”

“My specialty!”

Slurping up the last few drops of his latte, he glares at me with his still sleepy eyes. “No, you have many specialties, but being infuriating is not one of them.”

I smile. I’m curious to see what he’ll come up with on the spot. “Please, tell me what my many specialties are!”

“Hmm,” he starts. “Being an enneagram 2, finding the weirdest coffees to order, and being 5 feet tall but still intimidating.”

He makes me laugh so much I have to put down my coffee. “I am not intimidating!”

“Your fight with Mike the other night begs to differ.”

“That doesn’t count!”

“I think it does!”

I scoff, grabbing my coffee and walking to the couch, Calum following me instantly, trailing behind me like Duke does. “That wasn’t even a real fight.”

Plopping down next to me on the couch, Cal giggles. “It was so funny though.”

“I’m glad you found my distress amusing.”

“So it was a fight?”

I fight the urge to shove his shoulder and instead choose to roll my eyes. “Y’know, I was gonna offer to make you breakfast too, but you’re not being very nice to me this morning.”

Calum gasps. “But you always make me breakfast! I don’t even know how to make eggs the way you do.”

He gives me sad, puppy-like eyes.

“Then you should’ve thought about that before you called me intimidating.”

His mashes his lips together and his eyes narrow in an annoyed glare. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing!”

Instead of continuing the conversation, I flip him off and get off the couch again. I’m hungry, and too tired to play-argue with Cal much more. In the kitchen, I get out the eggs we have in the fridge and some of the frozen hashbrown patties from the freezer, setting the eggs by the stove and tossing three of the hashbrowns into the air fryer.

When I turn on the stove, I realize I’d forgotten the chili crisp in the fridge, but apparently Cal followed me again and hands it to me when I turn around to walk back to the fridge. I narrow my eyes at him. “So you do know how to make the eggs?”

He avoids looking me in the eye. “I will neither confirm nor deny.”

Frustratedly, I sigh. “Get me the green onions too, please.”

With Calum watching me the whole time, I make the breakfast that we have almost every morning together. It’s chili crisp fried eggs with green onions, cheese, hashbrowns, avocado, and ranch dressing. Honestly, I don’t know if he really likes it that much. It’s just been a hyper-fixation meal that I’ve not gotten tired of yet, and it’s easy to make, so it’s become part of my routine. Cal hasn’t complained about it, so I assume he likes it enough.

We eat breakfast in comfortable silence, both of us on our phones while we sit at the bar in our kitchen. I think Calum is answering work-related texts and emails, but I’m emailing with the deans of my majors and my advisor explaining my situation for the semester and trying to determine the best plan for me. Neither one of us really ever looks at the other’s phone, so I don’t feel too concerned that he’d look over and read what I’m typing.

“What are you gonna do today?” Calum breaks our silence.

I’m going back to see Dr. Harris today to discuss the biopsy, and Emelia is picking me up again to join me. Of course, I won’t be saying that to Calum.

“I think Em and I might just hang at her place. Maybe bake some cookies or something,” I say, coming up with a believable cover. We probably will also hang at her place. One of her roommates who’d sublet her room for the summer is back, so it’ll be nice to see her again.

“Be careful, don’t get too sick of Em before she’s your only friend in LA!” He’s joking, somewhat. I have other friends in LA, but not a ton that I spend time with regularly, especially not one on one.

“I think I’ll try to make plans with Macy sometime soon. She seems cool!” I’d asked her on Saturday how long she’d be in LA, and her answer, more or less, was that she’s here indefinitely, or at least for a full gap year.

Cal nods in agreement. “Yeah, and it’ll be nice to just know someone who lives so close. You guys also have so much randomly in common, it's like you were meant to enter that elevator at the same time."

I'm not a big 'manifestation' girl, nor am I religious or all that well versed in astrology, but I do believe in the universe putting things in your path that are meant for you. It put me and Calum at Space Monkey on the same night. It assigned me to the same freshman seminar as Emelia. It gave me to my parents. For whatever reason, Macy and I were meant to meet that morning.

"I think so."

Once we finish eating, Calum takes our plates to the sink and starts to wash up. That's part of our deal: if I cook, he cleans up. It's unspoken. We've never explicitly talked about it, but it happens that way and always has. Our habits have always just kind of slotted perfectly together. We aren't exactly the same, but where one of us falls short, the other picks it up.

After the kitchen is clean, Cal and I take Duke on a quick walk around the neighborhood, letting him sniff as much as he wants to tire him out. Per usual, we end up running into a fan. It doesn't happen every day, and sometimes not even every week, but it is still quite common. I don't mind, though. I get it. I get why people love him and 5SOS. I try to always offer to take the photo for them and take as many as I possibly can from the moment their phone is in my hand.

It's always so sweet to watch them interact, Cal always thanking them for their support and the fans so nervous and usually caught off guard by seeing him while on their own walk. On a very rare occasion, they ask for me to be in the photo, but I always feel so awkward and out of place being in it. I'm not famous for anything, nor do I want to be. I just happen to be in love with someone who is.

Cal wishes the fan a good day and we walk back home, passing Ron at the start of his shift (I promise to send a coffee down with Cal when he leaves shortly) and then we take the stairs up to our apartment to give Duke some extra exercise. We get changed in our clothes for the day. Cal's in another gym shorts and old t-shirt combo, and I'm wearing some bright green bike shorts with one of Cal's t-shirts. I had to beg him to leave me a few when he leaves, since I mostly just wear his t-shirts instead of my own. Once I'm dressed, I quickly make a coffee for Ron in the kitchen.

"It'll probably be a short one today, since Ash won't be there. Wanna grab some tacos by the beach tonight and watch the sunset?"

I gasp quietly, absolutely loving the idea instantly. Watching sunsets is one of my favorite things to do, and there's a really good vegetarian taco truck that tends to be at a beach access not too far from our apartment. "Yes! Oh my god, that's the best idea you've ever had."

He laughs. "I wouldn't go that far, but I figured it'd be something you'd like to do. I'll grab a bottle of wine on my way home too."

"You're just being nice since you're leaving me," I tease. It's not true — Cal is always this sweet and thoughtful, coming up with random plans that he thinks I'll like, bringing me ramen when I feel shitty, leaving sticky notes that have little messages on them around the apartment.

"I'm being nice because I love you and I'm your boyfriend."

"I love you too," I say. "I am now very much looking forward to tonight."

He grins, the crinkles by his eyes showing up. "Me too. I should get going though, gotta sweeten Matt up to not get pissed about Ash not coming today."

He closes the space between us and pulls me into a hug, squeezing me tightly. I squeeze him back right before I crane my neck to be able to kiss him. He meets me halfway, since I'm only so tall, pressing his lips against mine, and he doesn't let me pull away — not that I really want to. I gently wind my hand into his hair and trail my other one up and down his arm. Cal's hands pinch my waist before he pulls away, but then he gives me one last peck.

"Okay, I gotta go," he starts. "As much as I'd like to continue this."

I pout. "Okay. Have a good day, and let me know when you're heading home?"

"Of course. Love you." He steps away from me, but my hand is still on his arm, so it slides down until I grab onto his hand, giving it a final squeeze before I drop it.

"I love you too."

Then he actually leaves, grabbing some random sneakers from the closet and walking out of the apartment with the coffee I made for Ron in his hand. Once he's gone, I go back to the kitchen to make myself another coffee. Ash's early wakeup call is really messing with my energy, and I want to keep busy before the appointment. While I'm making mine, I check Emelia's location. She's on her way here, so I make one for her too.

I'm anxious about the appointment, but I'm just trying to not think about it. It's weird, knowing that I have cancer but just don't know how bad it is. It's like I know the punch is coming. The fist is right in front of my face. I just don't know if it's a knockout or a black eye.

Just as I'm adding the ice to our coffees, she texts that she's here. I grab our drinks, slip on my Birkenstocks, and head out.

"Have a good day, Ron!" I call as I hurry through the lobby.

Em's car is out front, hazards blinking just like last time. Except this time, when I get in the car, she isn't horrendously mad at me.

"Howdy," she cheerily says when I get in.

"Howdy," I say back, laughing. "Made you a coffee."

As she pulls out into the street, she glances at the cupholders for a split second, smiling when she sees the two cups. "I knew I chose you as my best friend for a reason."

I laugh, grabbing my cup to take a sip. "You wanted a best friend to drive to an oncology appointment who brings you a coffee?"

The words come out before I've really processed what I'm saying, and then the silence in the car feels deafening. Way for me to make it awkward.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that," is how I try to soften the quietness.

Em takes a drink from her coffee. "It's fine. I know this whole thing is just... weird. And hard."

I blow out a puff of air. Weird and hard are definitely two words we could use. I don't know what else to say now, so the rest of our ride to the hospital is nearly silent. She plays her favorite — Taylor Swift — and she sings along quietly.

When we get to the hospital, it goes just like it did last time. The check in girl is overly cheery, I sign some papers, and we wait for a few minutes, and then Russell calls us back. He doesn't bother using any niceties like 'good to see you again' because I'm sure he's well aware it's not a very joyous occasion.

Em and I wait in the sterile exam room, waiting for the punch to hit. Dr. Harris walks in and my anxiety spikes. I can feel my heart racing, and I know part of that is the fault of the caffeine I've had this morning.

Dr. Harris says good morning and takes a seat on her rolling chair, just like last time. Russell stays standing by the door that he closes behind himself, a tablet in his hands that he taps around on.

"I don't want to waste your time," is how Dr. Harris starts our conversation.

I gulp, even though my mouth is incredibly dry.

"Orion, your leukemia is in Stage Three."

The air in my lungs goes out and none comes back in. My eyes unfocus and my vision goes blurry. I'd done enough research in the past few weeks. There's no cure for leukemia generally, but once you're in stage three, you're coming down to crunch time. Stages zero through two, you can live seven or more years. You can still have a life.

It's stage three. The end feels like it's in sight. It is and it isn't, I guess.

It's ending, though. We're all running towards the finish line, mine is just closer than it should be at 21 years old.

When I break out of my daze, I realize my tears are falling quickly, streaming down my face in tiny waterfalls. I'm not sobbing. There are no noises coming from me, just so many tears building and falling simultaneously.

"We're going to start you on chemotherapy next week. We have an aggressive treatment plan for you, aiming to give you as much time as we can. We're already in the process of trying to find you a bone marrow transplant match, if that's something that we determine is beneficial for you."

I glance over and see Emelia is crying too, except she's quietly whimpering. Instantly I imagine my parents' faces, my brother's, and, of course, Calum's. The thought of seeing him crumble like this physically hurts. My chest aches, imagining him feeling the way Emelia and I feel right now. I already feel horrible, knowing the way this will impact Emelia's life, and everyone else's life. I am so scared to wreak such havoc on everyone's lives. I don't want them to hurt this much.

I don't want to hurt this much.

Dr. Harris rattles off more about the treatment plan, handing me a brochure about the chemotherapy drug they've selected for me, and on the back of it is a list of dates and times for the appointments that I'll come in for treatment over the next several months.

She says to call if we have any questions, understanding that right now isn't a good time for us to actually say anything or ask questions. Once her spiel is over, she says that we can take our time leaving, and they are going to check me out at the desk so we don't have to stop on our way out. Dr. Harris also has Russell bring me a pack of Oreos again, even though I didn't pass out today. I don't say anything, not even 'thank you' when he hands me the cookies.

Emelia is silent, too.

I'm not sure how long we both sit there crying, but eventually I realize how thirsty I am. I don't want to ask anyone for water. I don't want to speak to anyone. I want to go home and drink a gallon of water so I can cry it out and drink more and cry it out again.

"Can we leave?" I croak.

She takes a deep breath. "Yeah."

We both just look at each other, and the next thing I know, I'm laughing. Not a lot, and not loudly, but I'm laughing, and so is Em. Maybe I'm hysterical.

"God this is so fucked," she breathes out.

I laugh again. "I know."

Neither one of us has stopped crying, but the tears have subsided enough that I can see when we walk out. Em and I walk with our arms linked together, both of us wiping our eyes periodically so tears aren't just rolling freely. The LA sun outside is harsh, but the warmth is nice opposed to the cold, sterile hospital room.

Em unlocks her car as soon as we can see her rear bumper in the parking lot. I'm caught off guard when I hear someone calling my name.

"Orion!"

It's Ashton.

"Orion! Emelia! Guys, wait up!"

All I can think is 'fuck.'

I knew he was spending the day at a hospital, but I didn't think it would be this hospital.

Emelia and I both tense up and halt in our tracks. He's seen us, and he knows we heard him, and he undoubtedly saw our blubbering and crying. There's no escaping this conversation.

His footsteps come closer, quickly, and he jogs in front of us to catch up with us.

"Woah," he says when he sees us close up. "What's going on? Are you guys okay?"

I look over at Emelia and we lock eyes. I nod to her, and she knows what it means; she unlocks her arm from mine and continues walking to her car, leaving me to discuss this with Ashton alone.

"Not really?" My words come out as a question, even though it's a statement.

Ash's expression softens. "Come here." He holds his arms open, expecting me to walk into them for a hug.

I shake my head. I have to say it all before he can offer me comfort.

He looks hurt when I don't accept his offer. I don't know if I can watch his face morph even more when I tell him the truth.

"Please don't be mad," I say, quietly, and it almost sounds like a whimper.

His eyes are pitying while he nods. "Of course, I'm here to support you, what's going on? I saw you guys walking and I needed to make sure you were okay."

Ashton reaches a hand out to try to touch my shoulder, but I shrug it off.

I close my eyes, because I don't know how to look him in the eyes and tell him the truth. "I just got diagnosed with stage three leukemia."

I'm met with silence, and when I take a peek through my eyelids to see if Ashton is still there, I see that he's crying now. It makes me feel even worse.

"Please don't be mad," I repeat.

Ashton looks so confused and upset, and he looks at me with his kind eyes that are almost painful to look into right now. "How can I be mad at you?"

Right, that's fair. How could my friend be mad at me for having cancer?

I close my eyes again. Even though they're squeezed tightly shut, tears still slip out onto my cheeks. I'm impressed that I still have more tears to cry. "Please don't tell Calum."

I wait for the words to sink in before I open my eyes again, and when I do, Ashton looks even more confused and upset than he already did.

"Why not?"

I have to take far too many deep breaths after he asks that to avoid sobbing or choking on my words when I actually say them. I realize I don't have to follow through. I could still tell Calum. I could still tell him and let him be there for me and not keep this from him.

I could, but I also can't.

"He doesn't know."

Ashton nods, processing the words.

"And I'm not going to tell him until after the tour."

While the words hang in the air, Ashton is still just thoughtful, mulling my words over and letting them float, but when they sink in, they plummet. Hard. Fast. He's mad quickly thereafter.

"What?"

"I don't want him to know."

I watch something flash in his eyes and notice his jaw is clenched. "Orion—"

I cut him off. "You're not going to change my mind."

"You have to—"

"I don't have to do anything."

"Will you let me—"

"Ashton, I'm not telling—"

"LET ME SPEAK!" He roars, causing a few heads in the parking lot to turn towards us, and I shrink into myself. "You have to tell him. He worships you. He'd do anything for you. You have to let him know that the girl he loves is..."

When he trails off, it really sets in. I frown at him.

"I have to tell him the girl he loves is dying?"

I know that's what he was going to say, or at least that's what he meant.

"Do you know how bad that would hurt him?" I whisper. I still am having a hard time looking him in the eyes. I can't imagine how hard it would be to tell Calum.

Ashton opens his mouth to try to speak several times, but he never actually says anything.

"I know it's fucked. I just... I just can't tell him. I know you don't agree, and I don't expect anyone to, but it's my life and it's my relationship and it's my diagnosis to share. It's not yours, and it's not Emelia's."

Ashton nods, and I think he starts to understand what my thought process is. He's still crying, and I am too, and I think we're at a point in the conversation that I can hug him. Without warning, I step forward and throw myself at him, embracing him with every bit of strength I can. He hugs me back instantly.

"Please, please don't tell him," I beg.

He sniffles, lets out a tiny sob, and nods. "Okay, I promise."

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a/n: so many emotions wowww. thank u for reading have a good day/night/morning/life :)

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{Cregan drops his duties for you when you fall sick}

Hope you enjoy lovelies! 💕

The north was abysmally cold and once winter pushes through it only seems to get worse, when the sun is hidden beneath the shadowy grey clouds, and the wind rushes through the trees and the castle walls, it was only a matter of time until you would fall sick.

Bedbound is what Cregan told you as soon as the Maesters informed him about your illness, bedbound and not to move a muscle until the sickness was gone, but there were only so many books you could read before you go crazy.

You were wrapped up in furs, thick blankets and the fire was lit, surrounded by nothing but warmth, another thing Cregan had told the Maesters after you woke up practically shivering, and gods, you were so bored.

“Lady Stark please stay in bed” Lyra asks so politely that you almost feel a little bad, you only wanted to go for a walk, just to stretch your legs a little.

You shake your head, akin to a stubborn child, as you ready yourself, “Lyra I’ll be fine, all I want is to stretch, I won’t go too far and I’ll be back before Cregan returns” you tell her, voice hoarse and scratchy.

She looks at you very concerned, “I will be fine, I promise” You smile as you erupt into a coughing fit, your chest aching with every breath.

Lyra is quick making her way to your side, a gentle hand against your back as she urges you to sit back on the bed, “Please I insist lady Stark, you must rest” she panics a little, but you’d rather have to listen to lord Cerwyn’s boring rambling then go back to bed.

“I’m fine Lyra” she sighs giving up on your relentless fighting, you were stubborn and she had learnt that the hard way, she nods curtly before bidding you farewell and Lyra makes her way straight to Cregan.

Cregan had an inkling that you wouldn’t listen to his nor the Maesters words, he knew you far too well that it was hard to really hide anything from him, and his suspicion was only proven correct when Lyra came bursting through the doors, disrupting one of the lords, as she nervously rambles about how you're up and out of bed.

You don’t even get halfway down the hallway of the freezing castle before you’re stopped by your husband, “What exactly are you doing out of bed” You tense up at the sound of his stern voice, a smile teetering on your lips at the slightest playful hint in his tone.

You turn around with a sheepish smile, he wasn’t meant to be here yet, “You’re supposed to be attending to your duties, lord Stark” you tell him, a smirk playing on your lips, trying to ignore the soreness that itches at the back of your throat.

“And you’re supposed to be in bed, resting,” he says, wincing at the croaky chuckle that falls from your lips, he walks over to you with a gentle hand on the small of your back as he guides you back to your shared bedchambers.

You don’t fight him on the matter figuring you would just lose anyway, because If there was anyone that could outdo your stubbornness it was definitely your husband, especially when the matter involves you.

But that doesn’t stop you from complaining, “My dear, I feel fine” you sigh, yet again overtaken by your feverish cough, the burning in the back of your throat causes tears to well up in your eyes.

Cregan’s heart breaks at the sight, how your shoulders shake, and gods, the sound of your painful cough near enough brings him to tears, he hates seeing you in pain, hates that there’s nothing he can do about it.

“My sweet girl, please sit” he says, noticing the way you shiver slightly as a gust of wind whistles through the castle, you groan slightly as you climb back into bed, “Good girl” he teases, chuckling as you roll your eyes.

He fluffs up the pillows before you lay against them as he pulls the blankets back up to your shoulders, “I’m starting to hate this bed” you mumble, you’re tired of being ill.

“I know, but the more you rest-“ he glances over at the cup of herbal tea that’s now gone cold, his eyebrows knitting together, “-and actually drink the tea the Maesters give you, the quicker you will get better” he presses a kiss to your warm forehead, brushing your hair behind your ear.

You smile up at him, “I’m sure the other Lords aren’t too pleased about you leaving them to fuss over your sick wife” You giggle as he takes a seat beside the bed.

His face softens, “They can wait, you, my love, are the most important person to me— you come first” he smiles, pressing another kiss to your temple, and his thumb gently soothes your cheek and you can’t help but lean into his gentle touch.

Your limbs are overcome with a sudden dull ache and everything just seems to hurt, your hand reaches for his and your fingers entwine, “It hurts so bad” you whisper, your eyes closing with pain and you try so hard to ignore the stinging sensation that scratches at the back of your throat.

“Where sweet girl?” Cregan asks, taking your hand up to his mouth as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“Everywhere” You squeeze his hand slightly, and he looks down at you with worry laced in his eyes.

He looks over at Lyra who’s preparing tea, just like the Maesters told her, she passes the cup to Cregan with a nod, “Here my love, sit up” he prompts and you groan slightly as you do, he hands you the warm cup and you grimace slightly at the taste as the sharp liquid sits against your tongue.

His hand finds yours squeezing them with encouragement, “There you go” he smiles, taking the cup from your hands as you lay back down, nuzzling against your pillows, sleep already hanging heavy over you.

“Can you stay, tell me about one of your great adventures” You give him a weak giggle as he nods clearing his throat before he recalls the one time, with Jacaerys, about how he taught him how to shoot with a bow and arrow.

He doesn’t leave your side, not until you’re fast asleep, and he prays to the gods that you get better soon.

[mia-tiny]

『 San & Somnophilia 』 | KTB ‘22

�� pairing: c. san x fem!reader

⇒ smut, somnophilia (consenting obviously), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no), dirty talk

⇒ word count: 963

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In your half-conscious state, you can’t help but think that this is the best dream you’ve ever had. It’s not like you don’t often have sexy dreams about your boyfriend San, but tonight the pleasure feels so real that you don’t even notice the small desperate sounds you make. It is only when you feel yourself being shifted onto your back that you realize you aren’t just dreaming.

Despite the exhaustion tempting your eyes to stay closed, you gather enough energy for them to flutter open and see San kneeling between your open legs, his eyes glued to your sex as he languidly rubs your clit.

“San,” you moan in a croaky voice, causing him to glance up and smirk at you.

“Go back to sleep, baby,” he coos, but the heavenly feeling in your core has you sinking back into the comfort of the mattress regardless. “Good girl. Just let me have this pussy all to myself.”

You and San have recently started exploring more adventurous shared kinks, somnophilia being one of them. This is only the third time or so that you’re doing it, but you’re both addicted to the habit already. Of course, since the practice can be a bit questionable at times in terms of consent, you two established a nonverbal system that still keeps things exciting. San gifted you a beautiful silver necklace that you are to wear anytime you’d be alright with him playing with you in your sleep.

While you often wear the piece of jewelry, practically always craving San’s touch, he doesn’t always take you up on the subtle offer since he likes to keep the timing a surprise. He thinks that the unknown aspect makes it all the more fun, which you must agree with even if you’d be totally fine with him having you every second of every day. You just can’t help how addicted to him you are.

You are moments away from fading back into a state of half-consciousness, but San clears the fuzziness from your brain once again by sinking two of his fingers into your wet hole. His movements are slow as he drags his fingertips along your g-spot repeatedly, but the pressure is enough to have you whining and rutting your hips against his hand.

“Shhh, hold still and let me take care of you,” he murmurs as you feel him climb on top of you. His fingers continue sluggishly stimulating you as he presses gentle kisses along your face and neck. “Do you want me to fill you up, baby?”

“Please, yes,” you breathe almost inaudibly. 

With a playful nibble on your ear, he removes his fingers from you and quickly lines his hard dick up with your hole. He pushes into you with a deep groan and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. As soon as your lips meet, he can’t help but start grinding into you at a moderate pace, not wanting to go too hard right away. Still, the full feeling of his thick cock stretching out your tight cunt is enough to have you reeling.

San breaks away from you to kneel back and push your legs up against your chest, effectively folding you in half so he can find a better angle. His first sharp thrust in this position causes you to yelp dramatically, his dick now hitting exactly the perfect spot inside you. A smug look appears on his face at your reaction as he does it again, your hands flying down to grip his thighs. The stinging pain of your nails digging into his flesh only spurs him on more as he begins properly fucking your brains out, all thoughts of sleep now long gone.

“San– holy– fuck–” you pant between his aggressive thrusts.

“You like being woken up to take this fat cock like a good girl, hm?” San’s dirty words, as always, have you moaning even louder. His filthy mouth never fails to have you clenching harder around him, which is also aided by his fingers as they start rubbing your swollen clit.

“Yes, San,” you wail. “I want you to use me whenever you want. I’m all yours.”

Your confession has a fatal effect on San, who can’t control the growl that arises from deep in his chest. His speed picks up exponentially, the onslaught of pleasure against both your g-spot and your clit is electrifying. Curses spill from your lips, your hands moving to pull your legs back even further in desperation.

“Don’t stop,” you beg, but he was never planning on it in the first place with how close his release is too.

“Cum around my cock, baby.”

The tight band in your core finally snaps and you are crying out his name pathetically while your cunt squeezes around him in a vice grip. He shows no mercy, continuing to fuck your fluttering hole as his own climax reaches its peak and his hot cum fills you up. He only stops rubbing against your sensitive clit when you grab his wrist. You open your legs wider and pull him down against your body again, kissing him with small giggles in between as your heartbeats finally begin to slow down.

San carefully slides out of you and lays down at your side, pulling you into his arms affectionately.

“Babe, I have to go clean up,” you fuss while trying to escape, but he is far too strong to win against. He simply tugs you back against his chest and snuggles his face into your hair.

“No, you keep my cum right where it belongs,” he murmurs casually, a blush rising to your face.

“San,” you gasp in embarrassment as he just chuckles.

“Let’s go back to sleep, baby.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[suspicious-andou]

Hey Andou 👋🏻💕

Could I please request ClavisXReader having clothed sex in a semi public space?

Hi Mary Ellen!!! Yes you can uwu

I hope its come out the way you wanted!

A Leopard's punishment

Rating: M 🔞(explicit smut)

Wordcount: 2k+

Tags: Light sadism, smut, slight exhibitionist, creampie, cunningulus, married couple, Fem!reader

Summary: Clavis and reader tries to find her missing earring, but clavis has other plans which almost gets both of them caught in the act, which leads to the reader giving him his taste of his own medicine.

"Ugh.. where is it?!" You groaned out as you paced around the bedroom and the room's balcony

You had lost one of your favorite earrings overnight, and you had only realized when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

All the rustling and pacing around had cause clavis, who was sleeping, to stir at the commotion.

Still tired, he openned one of his eye out of curiosity, only to see his beloved wife pacing around the room in distress.

"It's a bit too early to be having a fit" clavis said with a croaky voice, followed by a light chuckle.

You immideately turned around to face clavis, face full of worry

"Clavis, its a disaster- i've lost one of my earring you gave me on our anniversary!" You announced as you cupped your face dramatically

Clavis who was now fully awake sat up on the bed, eyebrows slightly scrunching at the news

"Im sure its not far off my dear. Have you checked the pillows?" Clavis asked, as he proceeded to pat down your pillow.

You responded to him with a desperate nod

"Well.." Clavis trailed of as he stretched his body "i can't have my princess be upset, so your dear husband here will help you look for it!"

.

.

Clavis ended up helping you look for your earing. he glanced over to a corner by the balcony railing, which then he caught a glimpse of the gorgeous amethyst earing.

He was going to call out your name until he realized that he was quite close to the gap of your nightgown, which caused a spark of mischieve to brew in his brain.

In all honesty he wasn’t sure about how you would react, but as usual he ended up thinking with his cock instead of his brain.

He slowly got into position, eyeing you up and down, making sure you weren’t expecting what he was going to do. He looked just like a leopard that's about to pounce on its prey

"What if it's.... in here?!" Clavis said as he quickly went under your nightgown, his face milimeters away from your rear.

The sudden movement followed by his warm breath against your buttocks had almost gave you a heart attack.

"Clavis..?!" You yelped out as you almost lost your balance, which luckily you quickly grabbed on the railing to stabilize yourself.

Turning your head to where he was, you couldn’t see his face as it was covered by your night gown, but you were damn sure that he had his signature expression, which was full of mischieve.

He gave your ass a soft yet firm slap,followed by a teasing pinch.

"I did tell you i'll help you look through right-?’’ He trailed off, smirking through his words, which then he continued, ‘’and this is one of the places i'd like to inspect..", Clavis said with a seductive edge to his voice, warm breath tickling your ass, causing you to shiver.

"H-hey! Dont be silly, you know it wont be- oompf..!" You squeeled as you felt his tongue glide across the left side of your rear as his other hand fondled againts your right buttcheek.

"Don't worry, Sir lelouch here will make sure he finds your precious earring..." he said as he gave your ass a gentle bite, causing you to jolt with a yelp.

Normally you would give him an earfull for being naughty, but seems like being frisky at this time of the day didn’t seem too bad. The earring could wait just a tiny bit longer.. right?

His other hand had found interest in your lacy underwear, which then he peeled your panties down, quite impatiently, revealing your fairly damp pussy.

"Hey..! Mm.." you protessed but was immidiately silenced as soon as you felt his hot tongue in between your folds.

Clavis glided his tongue up and down your slit, occasionally sucking on your sensitive clit.

Your soft moans rung out softly into the morning breeze, and every moan you let out sent a pulse down clavis' nether regions, causing a tent to form in his pants

He softly groaned against her wet folds, quite tempted to jack himself off

At this point, you were pushing your pussy down onto his face for more stimulation

"Nghh.. dont stop.. im almost there.." you panted out, as you closed your eyes, waiting for that sweet release

"Hey you alright there MC? You look like you're holding back a sneeze yeah?" Luke, who happened to walk past the garden alongside jin, yelled out from below.

This sudden intrussion caused you to jump out of your skin

"O-oh! Im oka-aah..?!" You attempted to cover up any evidence of you participating in such naughty activities, however clavis has decided to up his game by sucking on your clit harder.

‘Fuck it’ clavis thought to himself

He rustled through his pants impatiently to free his throbbing erection, giving himself a few light pumps

This bastard was getting off to you being humiliated in front of his two brothers

"keep your words steady.." he muttered in between attacking your poor clit with his tongue, breath ragging up from pumping himself

"You sure you alright?" Luke yelled out once again to make sure, seemingly unconvinced about your wellbeing.

"Yes! Yes..! I-Im alright!" You panicked, hoping that the two men wouldn't suspect anything

Just by a quick glance from Jin, he already knew what was going on at this time of the day, in broad daylight, causing him to look away while trying to not laugh his ass off. He was failing miserably at this.

"Im sure she's alright Luke, she's just got a leopard creeping up on her!" Jin walked away as he let out a booming laugh.

"Eh.. okay then"

Luke just shrugged his shoulders as perhaps it was nothing at all.

After the 2 men left, you immidieately turned around and grabbed his face roughly with your hand, feeling all the tension leave your body, which then a variety of emotions welled up inside you.

"W-why did you do that..?!" You asked him, face glowing red with excitement, embarrasment and anger.

"Now now, no need to get upset-" he said which then continued,

"You were enjoying it weren't you? Your little cunt started flowing with your juices" the man said with a smirk, licking his lips which had your remaining juices.

An embarrased gasp escaped from you lips. 

Clavis’ cocky expression implied that he had won the argument.

You can’t deny that in fact, it was actually thrilling, but you didn’t want clavis running away with the prize.

An idea bloomed at the back of your head, which slowly attempted to curl your lips into a smirk, but you can’t have him know what you are hiding up your sleeves. You wanted to put clavis in his place and teach him a lesson.

"You know better than to mess with me like that!" you hissed as you pushed him down on the floor, face still blooming red

You were now straddling him, panting, feeling your anger slightly settle down

Clavis who was now on the floor had quite a priceless expression, though there was a hint of amusement on his face.

"woah.. easy there" he said clearly not too intimidated while attempting to place a hand on your cheek

Just before his hand could reach you, you immidieately pinned both of his hands down.

"You better know what's coming after humiliating me like that.." you said as you quickly tied his hands together with you panties, which left him speechless

Despite that however, you could feel his member twitch enthustiaticly against your now exposed pussy, as if he was hoping this would happen.

You closed the distance slowly, face inches away from his now anticipating face.

‘’ you will now be a good boy for me hm?’’ You whispered the question, but in reality it sounded more like a silent threat.

This earned an eager nod from clavis

Pulling away, you smiled to yourself as you have somehow made him submit to you

With a hand against his abdomen to steady yourself, you slowly teased his member with your folds gliding yourself up and down, making sure to deny any stimulation to the tip. You could feel his breath rag up at the teasing, which then you slid your hands under his pyjamas, making way to his nipples.

You could feel him squirm under your touch as if you have discovered something forbidden.

‘ah...’ he moaned softly, expression slightly shifting at the unfamiliar sensation.

Clavis usually was the one who would take lead in the bed, not that he would have mind if you did.

In fact there has been several times where you did take the lead, however, you just weren’t able to dominate him enough to be able to wipe off that shitty grin off his handsome face.

But it seems like, you will finally be to do so…

With one hand you twirl his now erected nipple while your lips attacked his neck earning a shaky gasp from clavis. Your other hand found it’s way toward his buttoned up pyjamas

‘’one button gone…’’

‘’M-MC..”

“Two buttons gone..”

“Ngh…!”

“And..three buttons gone!”

You mini celebrated.

Just look at him looking so helpless under you.

Lips swollen from biting his own lips, hands tied together, red marks on his neck, dishelved hair, and he had an expression as if he was close to begging you for mercy.

But you weren't done there

You immidiately started attacking his other nipple with your mouth, sucking on his hard nipple while twirling it around your tongue.

The moment he felt your tongue on his nipple you felt him jolt harder than before, and his cock started twitching aggresively, leaking out precum more than you have ever seen.

“Ah!” He accidentally moaned out loud, which then he attempted to cover his face with his bounded wrist

Yes. This is what you wanted.

“W-w-wait..! Time out! this is getting too much- can you just stick it in already..?” Clavis borderline begged, hoping to distract you from further attacking his poor nipples

You finally stopped attacking his chest

“Hmmm? That’s a shame, you almost came allover my pussy because of how much you LOVED having your nipples toyed with, i almost don’t want to stop!” You teased, earning a chocked gasp from him, eyes avoiding your gaze.

Looks like the table has turned.

“But…. I will consider sticking your cock in me if you beg enough…” you taunted, leaving him no choice but to beg

Clavis debated for a moment, which then he finally gave in

“P-please…? Pretty please..?” He finally begged, trying to sound as playful as he normally is, but clearly failing as your fingers were still ghosting over his now swollen nipples.

You pecked him on the cheek and said, “Good boy” which then you proceeded to slam yourself down his throbbing long length.

Just the sensation of the sudden intrusion of his cock was almost enough to send you over the edge, you closed your eyes enjoying how full he made your cunt feel.

Clavis had no time to react before you started bouncing yourself down his cock roughly, he could only throw his head back in pleasure.

just as he thought you were done toying with his chest, you once more pinched both of his nipples with a bit more strength, causing him to choke out a moan, much louder than he would ever let out.

‘‘mm..say you’re sorry for humiliating me like that..nghh!’‘ you moaned out, demanding an apology from your husband who was now squirming under you.

his nipples had become really sensitive, and the fact that his cock was in your tight cunt was driving him crazy. His face was bright pink and you could see sweat trickling down his face which was now twisted in absolute bliss and desperation.

‘‘haah..! p-please! im so-nghh..’‘ he choked out, unable to speak coherently due to the stimulation he was recieving

‘‘s-sorry..! nghhh!!’‘ He moaned out desperately, finally finishing his sentence

you kept bouncing yourself up and down, feeling your own orgasm build up. everytime your cunt met the base of his length, you could feel his tip hit your g-spot. despite all this punishment he was receiving, his hips actually bounced up enthusiastically to meet your movements.

“Mmm..! Yes..! Keep moving you hips like tha-aaahh?!” You moaned but was interupted by the sudden feeling of two strong hands on your hips.

Clavis had somehow managed to unbind himself and was now slamming your waist down his cock, eager to plant his seed in you.

You wouldn't be surprised if his tight grip would leave bruises on you hips, but that didn't matter to you.

A few more pumps, and you felt your orgasm wash over you, clenching against his hot member, milking every drop he had to offer you.

as soon as you came down from your high, every strength you had immediately left your body, causing you to slump against his chest that was heaving up and down as he himself was recovering from his mind blowing orgasm. Both your night gown and his pyjamas were dishelved and drenched in sweat.

You heard him laugh in defeat

“I can’t believe you just made me do that” he said as he covered his eyes with one arm, feeling quite embarrased.

“Well..” you trailed off “maybe think twice before being a silly sausage” you joked as you nuzzled against his neck, feeling his other hand pat your head.

“Stay still..” Clavis requested, which you complied

He rummaged through his pocket, which then he pulled out your missing earring, adjusting it back to your ear.

“Found ya earring” he said, smiling innocently

You looked at him for a second trying to register why he had randomly found your earring out of no where.

“Let me guess… you found it way before all of this…?” you said as you eyed him suspiciously

Clavis pursed his lips, trying to not grin

“Maybe…?” He said slowly

“Hmm..” you hummed full of amusement

“Maybe you were asking to be punished all along..” you whispered playfully

Clavis could only bite his lip while looking away.

He actually enjoyed getting punished by you, in fact he could have unbind himself way earlier.. but that’s a secret for only him to know..

.

.

“Woah, she got him real good.” Jin muttered

“I think i now know what you meant by ‘a leopard creeping up on her’ “ Luke responded, cringing.

[daydreamingatnight209]

Okay I know I have been away for awhile but I am hoping to get back into the swing of writing so please give me some time ☺️

I have once again begun writing for another fandom so please enjoy the piece below and check out my master list for who I else I write for. As always feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT ✨💕

“No Place I’d Rather Be”

Conrad Hawkins x Female Reader

Warnings - Slight angst, hospitalisation, injury talk. Fluffy ending 💞

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Peeling my eyes open, I wince as the harsh light hits my eyes. I turn to see Conrad smirking at me from the doorway. I groan at him and open my mouth to speak.

“Conrad, I am fine”

“Oh yeah because you laying there with multiple facial lacerations, your body basically battered and bruised accompanied by a slight concussion is the perfect picture of health” he answers sarcastically, snapping on the gloves before coming over to check over my injuries.

A laugh turns into another groan as he presses down onto your stomach and over areas of your body.

“Sorry baby” he mumbles giving you a gentle kiss on the forehead after inspection.

“Is everything okay?”

He gives you a bright smile and nods. I see him pacing the room, still worried to leave me.

“Stop lingering, go do your job Hawkins” I command him, giving his hand a quick squeeze of reassurance before he leaves the room, promising to check in on me later.

I watch as he leaves the room, my brain slowly drifting to last night.

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The panic raising in my chest didn’t help as my body ached after being wheeled around Chastain Park.

“Y/N… aged… Car collision… BP… Over…”

I couldn’t make out much of what anyone was saying, of which I would probably be grateful for later on. The pain that I was experiencing was worsening, I felt as if every bone in my body was being crushed and my head was pounding. I was being poked and prodded everywhere. There was only one person that I wanted with me right now.

Attempting to remove whatever was in my way, I did my best to force out the words.

“Get, get Con…” My voice was croaky, and my throat was tight, but I refused to give up. I continued to try and get someone’s attention until I heard his voice.

“I’m here, I’m here, I got you” he whispers, battling his way through the people in his way,coming to comfort me as a team of doctors continue to work around me. I try to take his hand, but I couldn’t concentrate, or even move my hand, everything became unfocused around me and I didn’t have the strength to keep my eyes open.

“That is my Fiancée, my fiancée I swear if anything to her!”

That was the last thing I heard before I was admitted to darkness.

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My daydreaming was interrupted by a small knock on the door and Nic appeared. I give her a small smile as she comes in to do her rounds.

“How is he?” I ask her as she continues to check on my ongoing progress.

“You know what he is like, pacing, worried, irritable, but he will be okay when you are; on another note… Fiancée huh? When did that happen?”

I smile again, the twinkle in my eye slowly returning as she changes the subject.

“Only a couple of days ago, we wanted time before telling everyone”

Nic and I chatted for awhile before she eventually had to say her goodbyes, apparently her and some of the other staff where doing a dance class with Devon to help with his upcoming wedding.

Just as Nic leaves, Conrad enters, with my engagement ring in tow. The paramedic must of held on to it when I was brought in.

He sits on the edge of the bed, takes my hand, and lightly slips the ring back in its rightful place. He attempts to settle on the bed causing me to groan slightly.

“You do realise that this bed is only a single right?”

A deep chuckle comes from him as he suddenly lifts me into his lap, settling me in between his legs, careful to watch the leads that are connected to me, monitoring any changes.

A squeal at the quick movements, smoothing down the hospital gown, before doing my best to settle down again.

“You, okay?” Conrad asks for what feels like the 100th time in less then 24 hours.

I look at the white shirt he keeps under his scrubs. I look up at him, giving him my best puppy look.

“Can I borrow your shirt. You know I hate these stupid gowns”

He smirks at my pitiful begging attempt but quickly hands over the shirt, nonetheless.

“It’s getting late, are you going to meet up with the others?”

He shakes his head and settles down with me, wrapping his arms around my fragile body. I listen as my heartbeat calms beneath him. He is and always will be my safe space.

“There is no place I would rather be right now. I love you Y/N”

[eight-years-revolution]

Holiday specials — Ajmal

Hi! Today is the last of the holiday snippets! I hope you enjoyed them. 💕

You had to attend the closing ceremony until the end. With your particular status, it is expected of you. Ajmal, however, could afford to leave earlier and he had been up since dawn to oversee the implementation of safety measures for all the events of the day. So you sent him to bed, despite his protests. The closing ceremony lasts until the first rays of sunshine of the next day and you had no plan of seeing him collapse on anything that is not your shared bed.

You find yourself alone when you finally walk down the palace’s corridors at a sluggish pace. The cool light of the low morning sun bathes the hallway as it fills the eastern arcades and your tired eyes have to blink to ward against it. It is a relief when you enter the bed chambers, where the light is kept dim by closed shutters. You blink some more as your eyes get used to the sudden darkness. After a moment, you can see again and you direct your gaze to the bed where the shape of Ajmal lies still, the only movements caused by deep, regular breaths.

You smile and keep watching the peaceful motion as you start undressing. You work slowly, undoing ties and buttons, both because you are tired and because you do not want to make too much noise and disturb your lover’s slumber. Carefully resting the lavish vestment you wore at the ceremony on a chair, you grab your night clothes and pull them on. You roughly clean your face at the water basin and you are ready for bed.

Carefully, you walk around the bed and pull the covers, sliding slowly under them. Propped on your elbow, you look at Ajmal’s face. He is fully turned towards the center of the bed, arms reaching out to the empty space where you should have been. His eyes are closed, long lashes fanning down on his cheeks. One is squished against the pillow, distorting his parted lips. You grin and cannot help but lean over to kiss him on the forehead, your hand brushing away short, curly strands of hair. You let your knuckles caress his cheek all the way down to his beard.

A low hum is the only signal you get before a rough hand grabs your wrist and pulls you into strong and warm arms. Ajmal’s eyes flutter open and for a moment he looks at you through squinted, bleary eyes. After a moment, his vision seems to clear and he watches you lovingly.

You chuckle. “Go back to sleep, Ajmal.”

“No”

His arms wrap firmly around you and he pulls you into an all-encompassing hug.

“Alright,” you whisper against the crook of his neck. “Cuddling it is.”

“Yes.”

You chuckle again and make yourself comfortable, letting your body relax against his and your hands rest against his chest. You feel his palms rub slow circles on your back, then stroke up and down your shoulder, the soft fabric of your shirt catching in his calluses. You close your eyes and sigh, the soothing caresses slowly lulling you to sleep. You enjoy the feeling of his lips on your forehead… then your nose… your cheek… and your own lips. You respond to it lazily, your eyes still closed, mildly pulling on his lower lip. He parts his for you and your tongue venture in, not far, getting a gentle little taste of him. You both take your time exploring each other and before long, the kiss becomes a deep, involved thing, as languid as it is. The hold of his hands on you turns more firm and he pulls you flush against his stomach.

When you finally part, he whispers against your lips: “I love you.”

You let out a trembling sigh, your breaths mixing for a moment. Your heart squeezes in your chest and you want to answer but the emotion is tying a knot in your throat. It is so easy for him and yet every time he means it so much.

You open your eyes and you find him watching you with such tenderness you melt into him. You need a moment to swallow the lump in your throat and find your voice again.

“I…”

Your voice is ridiculously croaky and you clear your throat. Ajmal smiles at you, his teeth flashing in what could almost be called a grin.

“And I love you,” you finally manage to say, granted in a much weaker voice.

“Oh, I know,” Ajmal responds smugly, his smile turning crooked. “You did not need to say it.”

You purse your lips, annoyed, and give his chest a slap. “You are…”

You cannot finish. Ajmal catches your lips with his again and you find yourself humming against his mouth. He draws out the kiss, pulling on your lips again every time you think he is done, pushing his tongue against yours again every time you think he might break away.

When he does pull away, he tilts his head and approaches your ear, so close that his nose brushes your skin, and he whispers: “But I am glad you did.”

[bambirex]

hello how are you doing? could you write about quinn being sick (with the flu or something) during glee club and santana worrying and going to take care of her? 🤍

Hi there! Busy with work and uni, just the usual stuff haha, thanks for asking 💕

Warnings: none

**

A subtle sniffle came from behind Santana. She turned around, frowning, and she came face to face with a very pale Quinn.

"You okay there?"

"Yeah," Quinn mumbled, scrunching up her nose. Her voice sounded very weak and croaky, and her eyes watered as she spoke, as if speaking for even such a short time physically pained her.

Santana turned back, trying to focus on the weekly lesson Mr. Schue was giving out. It proved out to be a very difficult task as those sniffles kept getting worse. Then, Quinn started clearing her throat, and it sounded absolutely miserable.

"Dude, you've gotten sick," Santana said as she turned around again. "Why aren't you going home?"

"Not sick," Quinn whispered. She snifled again, blinking against the tears welling in her eyes. "I'm good, Santana."

Clearly, that was a lie. Quinn soon started coughing, too, a deep, painful sound that ripped straight from her chest.

"Okay, that's enough," Santana said once the lesson was over, grabbing Quinn's hand and pulling her up from her chair. Quinn was so weak at this point she just followed her limply. "I'm taking you home."

"You cannot force me," Quinn tried. Her voice was so weak, Santana barely heard it.

"Yes, I can. You're sick as a dog, so I'm taking you home."

Quinn tried to argue again, but her words died on another cough. Santana winced in sympathy.

*

By the time Quinn got to bed, she looked absolutely awful. Her cheeks were alarmingly pale but her eyes and nose were red, and there was a hazy, exhausted look in her eyes.

Santana took her temperature, and just as she feared, Quinn was running a high fever.

"Alright, you're staying home this week," she told her strictly, dabbing at Quinn's forehead with a damp cloth. "You need to lie this one out."

"You're not my mother," Quinn croaked. Santana tutted.

"No, but I'm not going to watch you pass out during class because you're being stubborn. Lie still, I'll get you some tea."

All of Quinn's weak attempts at trying to shoo Santana away proved to be futile. Soon she found herself holding a steaming mug of camomile tea, while Santana was out in the kitchen rummaging through the cupboards to find some instant soup.

"You would make a good nurse," Quinn chuckled tiredly when Santana came back. Santana grinned, patting her hand.

"I look very hot in a nurse costume."

"Maybe you should wear it for me."

"Only if you're being good and stay on bed rest."

Quinn rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but smile when Santana kissed her on the cheek.

Maybe she could rest a little, that would do her no harm.

[alienguts]

Uh oh!! Ash accidentally called their s/o Linda in bed.. How’s that going down?

Thank you for the prompt, Anon! 💕 This ended up coming out fluffier than I planned because apparently I am incapable of writing angst or humour 😅

Warnings: mentions of sex, crying, feminine pronouns for reader, reader has a lot of feelings and Ash is a dummy.

She must have misheard him. He couldn’t have called her that. But he did.

He’d called her Linda.

Y/N knew that it was just an accident, but that didn’t take the sting away from it any less. Ash was too busy chasing his orgasm and huffing into her ear to notice that her libido had completely drained out of her.

She turned her head to the side and felt her eyes begin to sting with slight tears. She didn’t want him to get off of her, especially not when he was seconds from climaxing and collapsing on top of her.

When Ash did finally climax, he hovered over the top of Y/N while trying to catch his breath before attempting to give her a sloppy kiss, only to find that her head was facing away from him. She didn’t have her usual post-coital expression on her face, and instead looked pretty unhappy.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, still a little breathless. “Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?”

Y/N could only shake her head. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t even look him in the eye. Yes, she was hurt, but not in the way he was worried about.

“Hey,” he said a little softer, running his fingers along her jaw so that he could nudge her face towards his. “Something’s obviously wrong. Tell me, so I can make it better.”

After an uncomfortable pause, Y/N finally answered, her voice croaky from having not spoken for a while.

“You called me Linda,” she said flatly.

Oh, shit.

This definitely wasn’t the kind of pillow talk he was expecting to have with Y/N.

“It just slipped out, baby,” he said. “You know you’re the only one I have eyes for.”

Unfortunately for Ash, buttering her up wasn’t going to work this time. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, grabbing her robe in the process to cover her bare skin.

When he moved to wrap his arms around her and pull her into his bare chest, Y/N didn’t make an attempt to move away from him.

“Do you still think about her?” Y/N asked in a small voice.

“Of course I do,” he answered. “But I think about you a lot more often because she’s in the past, and you’re here now.” 

She turned in his embrace to finally look at him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Ash brushed his fingers along her cheekbone to dry them and she leaned into his touch.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I overreacted.” That made Ash chuckle.

“Don’t be, you reacted a lot better than some of the other girls I’ve been with would have. You didn’t slap me so we’re fine.”

“I suppose that is better.”

“So? Can you forgive this jerk? And his big mouth?”

“I will if he puts his big mouth to better use.”

That got his motor running again.

“Oh, honey, I can think of a much better use for this big mouth.”

[titan-fodder]

hihi mel!! for your talk dirty to me game could you do a dialogue prompt with reader and chifuyu where she tells him something taboo she wants to try 🤍

remmmm 💕 of course.

His voice comes out a little croaky when he speaks again, "Y-you serious?" mouth dry, throat tight, pants tighter.

When all you do is bite your lip, obviously self-conscious, Chifuyu assures, "Not that I won't! Just—you know—didn't, um... didn't expect—"

"So, you'd be willing to try?" You ask, taking mercy on him so that he'll just stop stuttering.

He takes a deep breath, calming himself (or trying to, but at this point his dick is straining against the zipper of his pants, and it is very hard to ignore).

"Of course, baby. Willin' to try anything if it's with you."

The way your eyes shine with glee and mischief is enough to tell Chifuyu that was the correct answer.

[borathae]

Hi it's me 👋 i'm here because i need to get my thoughts out on the latest chapter of ihyily bcs i can't calm down if i don't speak about the sexy perfection 😭

Okay so first of all, THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US WITH A CHAPTER EVERY FREAKING WEEK BCS THAT'S QUEEN SHIT LIKE ????

"You giggle, wiggling your shoulders as you kick your feet all cutely. You are so happy just imagining it."

I couldn't stop smiling here, like seriously. she's being so cute and idk what to do with myself. i love love love how you describe everything Tae does/says with a cute sometimes too hot description like the one where you mention him walking with a "bounce in his steps" and its through OC's eyes and it seems so cute i can't 😔

The yoga? yeah. i mean..... i do yoga too but i'm never looking at it the same way after this and its not my fault 😤

"If you squint your eyes hard enough it almost looks like a little rabbit running over the sky."

Not @ me thinking the rabbit was a Jungkook reference 🤡

Also, Tae attending his meeting with his formals above his waist and shorts below hit home wayyyy to much lmao

The shower scene got me feeling all kinds of things. I really had to keep my phone aside and calm down. then he started speaking and i could only imagine what poor OC had to go through 😔

“Yeah”, your voice is croaky as you speak, “it’s been tight for quite some time now.”

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this was such an amazing and fucking hot chapter. i loved their development and how they're growing more comfortable with each other and accepting it better 💕

And i really love you for sharing this story with us 🥺 i really appreciate you updating every week but i hope you don't feel pressured to do any of it. your health is always the first priority 💜

AND, i am sorry for screaming here in your asks ;(

This was a literal blessing to open inbox on 😭🥺 thank you so, so much for this detailed message. Gosh I love reading messages like yours, they make my entire week 💜 okay first of all

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is literally such a MOOD omfg I laughed so hard because sAME HAHAHAH 🤧🤧

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