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formulafanfics13 · 2 days ago

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Just Watching - OP81 & LN4 🔥

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"You're not going to help?"

Oscar was sitting in the armchair. Legs spread. Shirt off. Grey sweatpants. Hard. Watching.

Lando was already buried deep inside her, fucking her into the mattress from behind, hips slapping against her ass, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.

Oscar didn't move. Didn't flinch. Just kept stroking his cock slowly in his fist while she cried into the sheets. "Not yet," he said quietly.

Lando grinned over her back. "She can barely take one of us," he said, thrusting deeper. "You think she can handle both?"

Oscar didn't answer.

Because she wasn't even speaking anymore, just soft moans, body trembling, face flushed, her hands fisting the sheets like she was holding on for dear life.

"You're watching her fall apart and you're just gonna sit there?" Lando goaded, breathless, pounding into her harder.

Oscar's grip tightened around his cock. But he stayed still. Eyes locked on her cunt, on the way it stretched around Lando, soaked and twitching, fluttering like it was begging for more.

"Fuck, baby," Lando groaned. "He's just watching you get ruined. What do you think about that?"

She sobbed. Oscar exhaled through his nose. Then stood up. Walked over to the bed. And knelt in front of her. Lando didn't slow down.

Oscar brushed a hand down her cheek. "Hi," he said softly.

She whimpered.

"You doing okay?"

"I-fuck-I don't-" she gasped.

He smiled. Kissed her forehead. Then dragged his cock across her lips. "You want me now, baby?"

She nodded frantically. Lando groaned.

Oscar raised an eyebrow at him. "Jealous?"

"I'm the one inside her, mate."

Oscar chuckled.

Then slid his cock past her lips, slowly, carefully, letting her feel every inch. She moaned around him.

Lando was still behind her, fucking her harder now. Oscar was in her mouth. Her whole body was vibrating. One hand on Oscar's thigh, the other gripping the sheet like she was about to cry again.

And fuck, she looked beautiful.

Oscar cradled her jaw, moving slow, in control.

Lando growled. "She's squeezing me."

"She always does when she's close," Oscar murmured, dragging his cock back, then slipping it back in. "She'll come like this. She loves being used."

She sobbed again. Oscar stroked her hair. "You want to come, baby?"

She nodded with his cock still in her mouth.

"Good," he whispered. "Come for us."

And she did.

She shattered between them, full-body orgasm, clenching around Lando, gagging around Oscar, tears falling, voice cracking.

Lando came with a strangled gasp, spilling inside her with a groan, his body shaking.

Oscar pulled out. Stroked himself. Groaned low. But didn't come. Not yet. Because she was still whimpering. Still begging. And Oscar?

Oscar had just started.

She didn't stop shaking. Not even when Lando pulled out, slow and careful, dragging his hands down her back like an apology and a farewell all at once. Not even when Oscar eased her onto her side and laid her flat against the pillows. Not even when he kissed her forehead, then her lips, then her thighs, whispering, "You're okay, baby. I've got you."

She was spent. Fucked open. Covered in sweat and tears and cum.

And still - still, she wanted more.

Oscar looked at her like she was holy. Like Lando hadn't just come inside her five minutes ago. Like this moment belonged only to them now. "Can you give me one more?" he asked softly.

She blinked up at him, pupils blown, chest rising fast.

Oscar reached between her legs, slid his fingers through the mess there, and smiled. "You're still wet," he whispered. "Still open. Still ready for me."

"Fuck," Lando muttered, kneeling beside her now. "You're insatiable."

Oscar knelt between her thighs. Took his cock in one hand. Lined it up. And pushed in slow.

She gasped, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open, body arching. Lando caught her hand, laced their fingers together.

Oscar sank all the way in, jaw clenched, a breath punched out of him. "God, baby," he groaned. "You're so fucking full."

She whimpered.

"I know, I know," he whispered, starting to move. "Let me make it feel good."

And he did. He didn't fuck her like Lando did - fast, chaotic, greedy.

Oscar fucked her like he wanted her to remember this for the rest of her life. Slow thrusts. Full. Precise.

One hand on her stomach, pressing gently. The other laced with hers.

Lando leaned over her shoulder, kissing her temple. "You're doing so well," he whispered. "Let Oscar take it all now. Let him ruin you properly."

Oscar was panting. "I love watching you like this," he said. "Mouth open. Eyes dazed. Body trembling. Mine."

He kissed her chest. Sank deeper. And she cried out.

"She's close," Lando murmured.

Oscar nodded. "Then let's give her what she needs."

He moved his hand down to her clit, rubbed it softly. She screamed.

Lando pressed his mouth to her jaw. "Come on, baby. One more. Come on his cock. Let him feel you."

Oscar kissed her again. "I want you to come for me," he said, voice shaking. "Right now. I want to feel you fall apart again."

And she did. Harder than ever. She came with a sob, legs kicking, nails digging into Lando's hand, her whole body shattering under Oscar's rhythm.

Oscar fucked her through it, didn't stop, didn't dare stop, just kept thrusting, groaning, watching her break open under his hands. "Good girl," he panted. "Good fucking girl. You're so perfect. So fucking mine-"

And then he came. Deep inside her. With a gasp. With a moan. With her name on his tongue like prayer.

When it was over, he collapsed onto her. And Lando was still holding her hand. Three bodies. One bed. Nothing but breath and bliss and chaos. Oscar kissed her shoulder. Then her cheek. Then her mouth.

"I love you," he whispered.

And Lando, grinning, exhausted, added, "You're unbelievable."

She just laid there. Half-conscious. Completely adored. Absolutely ruined.

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sabanakurou · 3 days ago

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★ Leona x Gn!Reader, Reader is Yuu here! Mentions of Grim too but like, BARELY. A little over 1k words!

★ SYNOPSIS: In short, you made realizations about your relationship with Leona that you probably should've had... months ago.

★ A little warning for possible OOC, bad writing, and grammar mistakes, hehe! Regardless, I hope you enjoy :D

Being sure of yourself was something that you took pride in. That was the case back on Earth and especially the case now that you were thrown into Twisted Wonderland— a place so unfamiliar that you might as well have been considered an alien.

Maybe you already were? You were magicless with a strange fire-hazard for a cat-raccoon thing. Even now as you walked towards the botanical garden, you were carrying Grim. It wasn't hard at that point to take into account the way the other students looked at you. With their scrutinizing eyes and avoidance, you figured that your guess isn't so far off from the general opinion of the public.

You didn't care, though! You're CONFIDENT that you've experienced enough to have already met the worst jerks that this “d!$ney-knockoff house of villains-ahh” college had to offer.

Well,

that is…

…until you met Leona Kingscholar.

The most prickly jerk you ever came to know. A man so VILE that you're on your way to meet up with him in the garden for your regularly scheduled naps.

Honest to whatever God your current world had, as much as you wanted to moan about how long the stick in Leona’s mud of a butt is, he's nooooot… the worst guy ever. Actually, deny it as you might, the prince of the Afterglow Savannah was more of a friend than a jerk to you.

Still a jerk though.

One heck of a comfortable one, at that (much to your dismay). In fact, in recent times, he's quite the substitute for a pillow, if you could say so yourself. And you do! You even insisted on meeting today just to nap because you sleep better when Leona is your pillow.

"Huh?"

You suddenly stop walking, hit with the reality and weight of your own thoughts.

You use... Leona as… a pillow?

You… you use Leona as a pillow…???

You… huh…????

????

‘I DO WHAT NOW???’ You suddenly drop Grim onto the floor in the middle of the hallway, hands flying to your head as a slow, slow, quiet crisis takes over you. It was as if you gained sentience the moment you thought too deeply about your relationship with him.

No, but seriously!? Now that you put more of a conscious effort to evaluate your actions, you realized that you've been so affectionate with Leona! Using him as a pillow, resting on his side, napping with him in the garden and in his bed…!?!? In his bed for goodness’ sake!

How come no one has told you that you do these things!? (Ace and Deuce have mentioned it before.)

Why has no one mentioned how weird it is for you to act that way with Leona!? (Many have mentioned it: Namely the Heartslabyul folks, the first years, and even Grim.)

Is this even legal!? (It is but you were not being rational at that moment.)

“OH MY GOD!?”

So much for being sure of yourself!

Thinking back to your entire relationship, you wouldn't be able to say when it all started. When did the frightening lion of a beastman stop being so… frightening?

Was it after the Octavinelle fiasco when the subtle touches— lingering and often leaving an explicable amount of warmth in an otherwise tepid patch of skin— started to come about? You never would've thought that you'd say this but forced-proximity does wonders with communication and you did stay in his room for a good while (but you still don't advocate for it…).

Or was it after VDC when the softness held behind each of your gazes when you come across one another reared its worrying head?

Worrying to the point that the once untouchable prince became within reach of your hands, of your heart, and of your mind to be consumed with him, him, and only him.

When did the two of you stop being hesitant but oh so very careful as to avoid any alarm?

When exactly did the sands of your friendship break down into something so… different yet all the same? Like a sandcastle broken by the heavy tides. The foundation may have been broken and yet the material was still, irrevocably, sand.

Who knew a crisis driven by cuddles could induce metaphors?

And metaphors aside, you like the beach, and the sand, and the waves. Very much. It was always so warm to the touch, just like h— Oh.

When did—

“Oi, Herbivore, eyes on me.”

Leona's voice snaps you out of your overactive mind in an instant, as if your entire being knew that its main focus should be the person right in front of you. The person that had your left cheek cupped in his hand that could easily cover your entire face up if he wanted to do so.

But he won't. Especially when you haven't flinched away when you both knew how keen you were with keeping to yourself.

He would've backed off the moment you showed any reluctance. After all, your comfort is his priority. But you haven't shown him the slightest bit of discomfort and he was willing to take the chance to assume that perhaps he wasn't just seeing things when he thought you looked at him in a way no way else had before.

And by the Sevens were the two of you so compatible as similarly, your brain had decided to grow blank with only one thought to entertain it with.

No beastman should ever look that soft.

And yet, he does.

Because of me.

What the hell were you thinking? You weren't even fully conscious when you dragged your body to find his after your little crisis half an hour ago.

You supposed that that was simply another thing you aren't sure of.

“Herbivore, c'mon. Look at me. You can't possibly ignore me when you were the one who insisted on meeting up.” He almost whispers and you could've sworn that your heart had melted faster than anything under the scorching sun.

You almost felt like defying him just to see how far he'll go.

But you look at him anyways— eyes peering right into his viridescent ones that shined so ethereally under the setting sun.

You met this vile, vile man's gaze, growing worried as the sound of birds chirping could've beaten the quiet volume your voice had taken. Still, you spoke, albeit without any thinking,

“Oh, God, I like you.”

And at this point? That was apparently the one thing you were sure of.

★ END NOTE: hiiii, I REALLY like Leona and SHORT YAP!! I always felt like he'll be the kind of love where you'll suddenly realize that you love him one day. Maybe the realization gets prompted because of how comforting he is, idk 👉👈 anyways!! header by me and stuff :D!

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zottts · 1 day ago

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warnings - size kink, degradation, breeding kink (if you squint), not really a warning but worshipping, it's sentry expect it to be mean

you and sentry had been... 'together' for a while now, and you would think he would change somewhat, and he has - just a bit. but during sex? absolutely not, he was still the same man who wanted to be worshiped like a god, who will degrade and belittle you only because he finds it amusing when you moan and cry out his name as he pumps into you at his speed - why would he slow down for you he had l reasonings to, you liked it anyways. the way you could see his cock outline in your stomach, each little "oh you poor thing". it drove you mad, it was addictive. the only time he "went slow" was to put you in your place or fuck with you.

sentry just loved filling you up, every single time, watching your pathetic attempts to squirm under his hands - your almost doe eyes look as you looked up at him, hair all sprawled out on his pillows, mouth slightly ajar as he pumps into you mercifully, being able to see his cock completely fill you, and knowing you couldn't get enough of him. or from behind when he got his hands tangled within your soft locks of hair, pulling you up towards him with a semi-gentle pull, watching your back arch into him as be whispered how pathetic, useless, and stupid you looked being fucked by his cock.

how he is going to fuck you so stupid that you won't be able to walk nor speak for the next week. every little moan, whine, whimper, he would mock the sounds, how you reacted to things which each pump, as he moved in and out of you.

"so filthy. you want more, hm? you think you deserve more?" he spoke softly, despite the fact his tone was mocking,

he would make you beg for it til you were sobbing, trembling under him. it was so easy for him to ruin you, bring you down to nothing. because to him, like this - you were nothing, pathetic.

"sentry- mnn please?" between heavy breaths, it was a pathetic attempt, really. and you knew that.

"no, do better than that, now." he would slow down, painfully slow - and practically stopping until you were up to his standards. he wasn't asking, it was a command.

"sentry" he cocked an eyebrow, the words dying in your throat before you could even finish the sentence, like he was daring you to finish it. to see what would happen

"my god, sentry, ..my everything, p-please." you spoke through a broken sob, he started to move, in and out of you - slowly, on purpose. "aah-! fuck. please, oh my god please" a whine slipped out. you couldn't help that he was big, and it hurt. and he knew he was big too, of course he did. every time he fucked you like this he could always see the outline of himself inside you, the want to bury himself within you, to fill you completely with himself.

he couldn't help the low chuckle slip out of his mouth at your behavior, mmmn. i don't know if that's good enough." he held you in place so easily with his hands, it was like you were stuck in place. "so pathetic, can't even get a complete sentence out, poor thing." he paused for a moment, running his hands against your sides "you want me to fuck you stupid, fill you up?"

you quickly shake your head, it was hard enough to get a single word out - he knew that, but he wanted to hear you say it. "use your words or I'm pulling out." you took a deep breath "please, pretty please? god- please just move i need you so badly, you are the only one i need. just move" the words spilled out before you couldn't even get a thought in your head, the words sounded almost incoherent - it was like a flip that switched on in his brain, instead of belittling you, mocking you - he actually listens.

the after math of it you are out of breath, he went way past the point of your ecstasy. you laid on your stomach panting, hair in your face. he might be a god, an asshole, but not a monster. of course he was going to help you clean up. at least a bit.

#lewis pullman characters #bob reynolds #bob reynolds smut #the sentry #sentry smut #sentry x reader smut #sentry x reader #the void #smut #mdni

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multiversefanfics · 2 days ago

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Need You To Sleep

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff Summary: Dean needs to hold your wrist while he sleeps to feel comfortable, your heartbeat relaxes him. Word Count: 730 A/N: Got this idea from tiktok

Dean Winchester.

The big bad hunter, the man who wouldn't think twice about killing something that posed a threat to you or hurt you, the man who sleeps with a gun under his pillow, now sleeps with your arm under his pillow. You never thought in a million years that Dean would need you to sleep, the two of you hated each other when you met, but one drunk night, he realizes he can't live without you.

The first time you and Dean slept in the same bed together, he kept his distance, he was afraid he would have a nightmare and wake you up, or worse, accidentally hit you. As the two of you slept together more and more, Dean inched closer and closer each night. One night, he was exhausted from a hunt, you were in bed looking at your laptop researching random lore to pass the time until they came back.

Dean closed your laptop, tossing it gently to the end of the bed. He crawled between your legs, laying his head on your lap. You smiled and looked down at him, running your fingers through his hair, his body melted into your lap.

"What's wrong, my love?" You cooed as you ran your fingertips down the back of his head to his neck

He mumbled incoherently against your lap. You asked him to repeat himself, but instead of responding, he simply started snoring. You smiled and continued to rub his back. Dean started to stir a bit, you helped him get onto his pillow. Once he got comfortable, his hand went straight for your wrist. You were confused at first, but you let it go.

You noticed Dean started to do it more and more. It started off as him just wanting to touch you, then it became a need. He needed to feel your heartbeat to fall asleep, he wanted to make sure you were still there with him, that you were real. He never told you that, you just sort of assumed. It became a nightly routine: the two of you would talk about your day, listen to him complain about Sam, and just be all lovey-dovey.

You turned Dean into a softie, he used to think he was all tough when in reality he was yearning to be loved and to let his soft side out for someone he loves. Dean loved the way you could easily calm him down when he was upset or pissed. No one has ever been able to do it as quickly as you do. It scared him at first, but he learned to love it.

Dean was getting ready for bed. He crawled in beside you and immediately grabbed your wrist, holding it against his cheek. You looked over at him and smiled, you weren't going to ask but you just needed to know.

"Babe, can I ask you something?" You watched as he opened one eye to look at you. "Why do you do that?"

"Do What?" He raised an eyebrow, propping himself up on his elbow.

"Hold my wrist." You looked down at your wrist, then back at Dean. "I don't want you to stop, I just wanna know why."

Dean sat up, crossing his legs together, he brought your wrist to his lips and placed a small kiss on it. He looked up at you and exhaled peacefully, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I do this because it helps me stay grounded, it helps me sleep. It shows me that this is real, and it's not some dream I'm in." He looked at Sam who was peacefully sleeping in the bed next to you.

"It makes me feel at peace knowing that you're right beside me, I love you, and I never want to be away from you." Dean placed another small kiss to your wrist, smiling against your skin.

"I love you too, baby." You leaned over and placed a soft kiss to his cheek

"Now, can we go to sleep? I am exhausted." He shot you a wink and laid back down, placing your wrist on his cheek once more.

You playfully rolled your eyes and laid down beside him, hearing what Dean said made you feel loved, it made you feel important. He made you feel needed. Dean never truly needed anyone, except for when it came to you.

A/N: This one is a little short, but i still hope you guys like it. if you want to be tagged in future fics comment here or send me a message. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. 🥰

Main Masterlist - Dean Winchester Masterlist

Taglist: @iwudbutnah @littlesoulshine @miss-marmalade @bettystonewell @cherryresidence @ambiguous-avery

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fic #dean winchester #dean winchester x y/n

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stitchposts · 2 days ago

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I've seen your "go learn embroidery" posts and I'm tempted! But. I've not touched a needle and thread since making a single very bad pillow when i was small (7-9ish?). Do you know of any resources for getting from 0% skill to 10% skill, so I can start using all those other resources you've posted about?

Yeah sure! honestly starting with a kit will get you all the supplies you need without worrying about how to get started or what to buy, and then if you keep with it you have a hoop and needle already. Sometimes kits can be expensive (because indie artists gotta eat) but you want kits from indie artists not from like. amazon or mass dropshipped etsy shops. There's lists online of places to start but I like Capital Stitch Co - theyre a company local to me who don't know I exist lol. The friend I've mentioned who stitched up her cat's portrait, one of their kits was her second project, after a Diana Vingert project she did where I gave her a list of patterns and let her shop my stash for materials. Cozyblue is also great. This is starting to get long but honestly what I look for in 'beginner' patterns are designs that casually use a variety of stitches so that you can get used to handling a needle in different ways. Floral designs are usually a good way to showcase that and get in a lot of texture. It's also in my experience easier to get discouraged when an embroidery of an animal or person looks 'wrong' lol. With plants or bugs or mushrooms, it's kinda easier to process what its supposed to be vs getting hung up on details.

I have another post about getting started with supplies that I can reblog after this but: don't overthink it. Pick a design, pick up the supplies, and start stitching.

#chatter #embroidery help

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ssentimentals · 23 hours ago

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Hi honey, first I want to congratulate you on your 1.8k! ♡ Next, I want to ask you for number 11 with Seungcheol and angsty. But could I add anything else? Something like Cheol doesn't want to sleep alone in the bed because he's gotten used to sleeping with you, and also, the bed smells like you. Thank you so much ♡

hi, dear! thank you soo much 💜 of course you can add it, i'm always happy when you guys make your request specific, at least that way i have more hope that you'll like it in the end :') thank you for requesting!

prompt: 'i'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house'

'i swear to god, seungcheol, one more word and i am getting out of here.'

seungcheol stills. it stings; the fact that you're so mad at him that you better leave your own house than stay here with him stings, but he knows he deserves it. the truth is, seungcheol is just as lost at the whole 'we will figure out this life together' shit as you are and sometimes he trips and makes mistakes and falls.

'go,' you say in a tired voice. all your anger faded away and you look so fragile that his heart squeezes. 'i can't be in the same room with you.'

these words are horrible. the way they hurt him make seungcheol wonder how bad he fucked up, how irreversible the damage is; has he lost you? for good? 'don't do it,' he croaks out. 'let's talk this out-'

'i don't want to talk anymore,' you interrupt, shaking your head. 'i am not breaking up with you, but i am telling you that i am done for tonight, alright? and if you won't leave then i will do it myself.'

without saying anything else you grab your pillow, blanket and storm past him to the living room. seungcheol turns and watches as you throw everything on the couch, seemingly ready to sleep there. he turns back and stares at the bed in the middle of the room like on a foreign subject - what he is supposed to do with it? he can't sleep alone anymore, not after he got together with you. so many months of falling asleep and waking up with you in his arms spoiled him, he can't possibly get on the bed without you. why would he? any bed in the world is made for you two, not for him only. and it hurts - the notion of you not wanting to share the bed with him, not wanting to stay in the same room with him - it hurts. seungcheol's throat tightens as he tries not to lose his mind. with slow steps he goes to the living room, where you're tossing and turning in futile attempts to get comfortable.

'i'm not letting you sleep on the couch in your own house', he says, stopping two steps away from you. 'please go to bed. i will leave, but please go to bed.'

you turn, eyeing him with a frown. seungcheol sighs, squatting until his face is right in front of yours. he grips the edge of the blanket, looking at you with regret: 'i'm sorry for being such a mess.'

seungcheol can add many more things. he can add how he never ever wanted to hurt you, how life without you is a life with no light or love, how he will kneel and beg for your forgiveness if he knew it'd help. you stare at him in silence before muttering: 'why are you acting like we're breaking up?'

'because it feels like it,' seungcheol lets out shakily.

you sigh, sitting up. you are not even close to forgiving him, but you can't let him think that this is it. 'i told you that we're not breaking up, cheol. i just-'

'i can't sleep without you,' he says, looking up. 'i can't- it's wrong. it's so wrong.'

when your hand wraps around his, seungcheol's breath halters. his eyes glimmer with hope as he looks at you. 'you, big baby. let's go to bed then.' you stand up, grabbing your pillow. 'i'm still mad though.'

seungcheol grabs your blanket and follows you to the bedroom, holding his breath. 'we will talk tomorrow?' he asks hopefully, hovering by the edge of the bed, not getting in.

you nod and smile weakly. 'yeah, cheollie. we will talk tomorrow.' you pat the space next to you. 'get in now.'

when seungcheol cautiously wraps his arms around you and your body goes lax, leaning on his, he finally breathes again.

a/n: i hope you liked it!! very random, but cheol is one of the easiest members to write these kinds of scenes for, idk why :D - nini

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man-i-love-fanfiction · 2 days ago

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Dead Dove (Do Not Eat)

- Hozier x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Andrew, and the band get together and play a drinking game involving fanfiction. what could go wrong?

Tags: Fluff, friends to lovers, drunken confessions, drunken kissing, no use of Y/N, FIC DOES NOT CONTAIN DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT CONTENT, it was just a title i swear, written for fem!reader but could be gender neutral

Word Count: 3139

Author's Note: THEY CALL ME A CHIROPRACTOR THE WAY I'M BACK‼️‼️‼️ like for realsies. i know i keep coming back like once a month and saying "i'm back" but i mean it now. anyways! i wanted to thank @cervidaewasteland and @sillycartoonhozier for coming up with this concept, as well as @deprivedmusicaljunkie and @uprightpillar for betareading!!! hope you enjoy because this is lowkey a crackfic. also yes i know the format of the texting is weird, tumblr hates me

read on ao3!

as always, fic under the cut :3

Touring with your best friend since your late teens was genuinely a dream come true. The moment Andrew first offered you a spot in the band, over ten years ago when his debut album was released, you’d said yes. Your love of music (combined with your looming crush on Andrew) made the job as easy as breathing. You wouldn't trade this job for anything, no matter how routine being on the road might get.

Another concert wrapped up. Another mostly flawless performance (Andrew flubbed the words to Cherry Wine, but what else was new). Another stay at a hotel that you never would've picked if you had the choice. And most importantly, another bed with too-soft pillows that was calling your name. That was, until Larissa called it first. You turned to look at her from down the hallway, pausing as she sped up to meet you. Once she reached you, you continued your pace towards your hotel room.

"The band’s gonna go to Andrew's room, have a little celebration since we don't have to hit the road until the morning. Are you coming?" She walked beside you as she explained. You could hear the eagerness in her voice at the possibility of your presence. However, at the moment you were much more enthralled with the idea of getting a good night's sleep.

"I think I’ll have to pass. I'm pretty tired, I —" your sentence was cut off by a yawn, like your body was proving your point. "I might just turn in for the night.”

"Please? We're playing your favorite game!"

You stopped in your tracks upon hearing the teasing of your favorite pastime on tour: an admittedly juvenile game that the band had dubbed “Fanfiction Book Club”. One member of the band would find some outrageous fanfiction written about Andrew — usually one written with grammar mistakes and plot holes galore — and take turns reading it aloud. You laugh, you drink. More often than not, it resulted in tour buses full of hangovers the next day, but you never regretted a second of it.

Your favorite part was the fact that it made Andrew squirm. It was consensual, of course; half of the time playing the game was his idea, and you were sure that tonight was no different. He seemed to enjoy it as much as anyone else, laughing and blushing and sometimes even muttering an That's actually a good line.

"Hmm... oh, alright. I'll be there in a few minutes, just let me get changed so I'm not still in my concert attire.” You finally gave in, gesturing to your all-gray outfit left over from the performance less than an hour ago. Larissa didn't seem to care when you showed up, her eyes gleaming with excitement the second you agreed. You said farewell for now and rushed back over to your hotel room, texting Andrew on the way there.

Hey. U ready to read some teenage girl’s flawless writing about u?

This is what i was born to do

Of course I’m ready.

I’ll bet you € 20 they misuse Gaeilge

I’ll bet you €30 there’s only

one bed

You got changed into a much more comfortable outfit, a simple old t-shirt and some shorts, something you knew you'd soon change out of. It seemed that by the time you entered, all the other members of the band had already arrived, and you took the only empty spot. All squished into Andrew's hotel room, you were all sitting in a makeshift circle, going across the floor and onto his bed. Everyone already had a drink in hand, and feeling a little left out, you went to grab a can from the room’s mini-fridge. Andrew was already sitting in front of it, ready to distribute drinks to those who asked. He handed your drink to you instead, and you wanted to kick yourself over the fact that your heart fluttered when your hands brushed.

You quickly scanned the room, noticing the only empty space to sit was between Alex and Melissa. Sitting criss-crossed on the carpeted floor between the two, you watched as Alex stood up from his spot, commencing the events of the night.

“Welcome to Fanfiction Book Club, my fellow musicians. I found tonight's selection on the modern day Library of Alexandria: Wattpad.”

Alex was almost always the ringleader, being an absolute menace and finding the fanfiction. Andrew supplied the drinks and the hangout space. Everyone else brought their spirits. Everyone had their small habits to make the reading more enjoyable. Deepening their voice drastically whenever they had to read for Andrew. Making sure to pronounce every spelling error just as it's spelled. Giving “Y/N” the most outrageous name possible, so that Andrew was about to go on a date with “William Shakespeare”.

The story of the night featured the main character being Andrew's backup singer who was a decade younger than him. They hated each other at first, but after a night in which they shared a hotel bed (you owed Andrew that money later), feelings were beginning to be reconsidered. The band especially had fun with tonight's pick, with jokes ranging from cradle snatching to HR violations. Andrew laughed along with them, taking everything in stride and even taking quite a few drinks of his own. The phone got passed around, and you had made your way through more than one drink already from the sheer amount of fun you were having.

Andrew seemed especially flustered when the phone got around to you. You read out loud about how the main character had confessed her undying love for Andrew in a rainstorm, despite only knowing the man two months. Her pining couldn't even compare to yours, you thought as you read. Two months versus almost two decades. Unfortunately, there was also a pang of discomfort you could feel, as some of the words you were reading aloud actually resonated with your situation. It almost gave you shivers to read someone describe how “in love” a character was with Andrew, and express thoughts that had crossed your mind daily. I love your smile. Your eyes are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Your kindness is overpowering. How dare words on a screen — likely written at two in the morning by someone with nothing better to do — relate to your situation so deeply.

You were able to keep it together and not laugh, likely thanks to your comparison between the fanfic’s story and your own. You passed the phone back to Alex, who was much more inebriated than he was at the beginning of the game. By the time his phone got back to him, his words were slurring.

"Everybody listen! Here's where it gets good," Alex yelled, effectively shushing the room and capturing everyone's attention. You leaned over his shoulder, trying to get a sneak peek at the next few words as Alex read them. You couldn't resist a laugh as Alex read. "'Andrew leaned in, and as his lips met yours, he kissed you with the burning passion of a thousand suns—' Oh my god," Alex read before being stopped by his own chuckles. Poor man couldn't even finish the sentence. When your gaze jutted over to Andrew, he looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He had thrown the hood of his zip-up over his head, like his thought process was if you all couldn't see him, he couldn't feel the shame. Alex had no aversion to making Andrew cringe like this, and a shit-eating grin was plastered on his face as he read out the next segment.

“‘You never would have known it, but Andrew could touch a woman just how she wanted to be touched, and look at her like the way she's always wanted to be looked at.’ Want to teach me your ways, there, Andy?”

“That's kinda hot, actually,” you joked, turning to Melissa as you took a voluntary sip of your drink. Andrew coughed, followed by dropping the hood and taking a deep breath. This caught your attention; you assumed he had just had a moment where he was choking on his drink. You raised an eyebrow, wordlessly asking Are you alright? He held up a thumbs up to reassure you, using his head to nod back towards Kellen, whose turn it was.

“Okay, here we go. ‘Your kissing quickened, until eventually his large hands were…’ oh, I don't think I can read that aloud,” Kellen said. He flashed the cellphone screen to Alex, who scanned the words on the screen, his eyes getting cartoonishly wide at the contents.

“And then they start having sex, so that, my friends,” he said, snatching up his phone from Kellen’s hands, “— is where we have to cut the story off.” This was met with groans, everyone upset that the game had come to a close.

“Additionally, if we go any further we run the risk of Andy turning the same shade as a stop sign,” Alex teased, gesturing to Andy who, true to Alex’s word, had now turned a bright shade of red. Eventually, the group conceded and began to leave the room, congratulating each other and laughing on their way out, sometimes mumbling a witty remark.

“Same time next week?” Rory asked as he left, followed by an agreement from Andrew. His exit meant you were the only two people left in the room. In the moment, you decided to make yourself at home, sitting at the foot of his bed and plopping your back onto the mattress.

“So… that was… quite the story, huh?” you said, stretching your arms out before crossing them over your chest. Andrew chuckled, nodding as he walked over and sat down beside you.

“Tell me about it. That had the grammar of someone who’s never heard the words ‘spell check’ before.”

"Plus, the way they wrote about you? It was like some... some cheesy BookTok romance novel."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You scoffed, accompanied by an eye roll. Maybe it was his ego, or his intoxicated state, but he really couldn't see how absurd those words were.

"C'mon, Andrew. 'Kissed you with the burning passion of a thousand suns'? Be for real. You would not kiss like that," you explained. Your sentence dissolved into a chuckle towards the end, likely because you had been made more giggly thanks to the alcohol in your system. Your laughs subsided when he asked you a question that was without a doubt a result of the alcohol in his system.

"Wanna put that to the test?"

You laughed again — now from nerves and not from amusement — and shook your head in disbelief. Did he actually just say that? Fully sitting up now, a confused look came across your face.

"Andrew, what do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that you keep saying those descriptions are inaccurate. You don't know that.”

Could he really not see that those words were completely asinine?

“You really believe you… what was the line… ‘touch a woman just how she wants to be touched’ and all that crap?”

“Well, y’know, any man would like to believe that. Won't know until you try,” he said with a nonchalance to it that made you almost angry. It felt like a life or death decision was being thrown into your lap, and he couldn't care less.

You thought for a moment, weighing your options. It was just one kiss. Just to prove some stupid point. If anything more happened, it would be blamed on the alcohol. Even the worse outcome to saying ‘yes’ still meant you got to kiss the man you had been longing for. What did you have to lose?

“Fine, Andrew. You can kiss me.”

He nearly lunged at you, grabbing the sides of your face and smashing his lips into yours. You felt a jolt down your spine at the sudden sensation, kissing him back.

Holy shit, he really was kissing you with the passion of a thousand suns.

Kissing Andrew, your best friend as well as your boss, was, to put it lightly, playing with fire. There was something about his lips on yours that felt like burning. You were more than willing to step into the fire and let it consume you.

His tongue ran across your bottom lip, asking you for permission to enter, which you happily gave. His tongue explored your mouth, hungry to memorize every inch of you that was available. You relished in the feeling of his touch, letting him pull you closer. He grabbed onto your hips, your lips still interlocked as your hands made their way to his untamed curls. Trapping his legs between yours, you accepted as he pulled you into his lap and let you straddle him. A soft moan escaped you as you felt Andrew's sudden grasp of your ass, and you wanted to do something in return, but you came to a realization.

Andrew probably thinks there's no feelings involved.

As much as it pained you to do it, you leaned back, pulling away from the kiss.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait.”

Andrew blinked up at you, his lips now red and slightly swollen. If you didn't know any better, you’d say he looked a little worried.

“What's the matter? Did I not meet your expectations?”

“No, no. It was great, but,” you watched his lips curve into a cheeky smile. Grabbing the sides of his face was the only way you could get him to focus. “Andrew, wipe that smirk off your face. I’m trying to be serious here.

“I’m sorry, but it's hard to be serious in this position,” he replied as you looked down at him (for the first time, thanks to your height difference now being reversed). You paused in hopes of taking a mental picture of the image to save it in your psyche forever.

“Yeah, well, try your best.”

A sigh left you. Your brain tried to articulate how to tell him what you needed to get off your chest. Thanks to the alcohol, even when you did speak, it came out much more simplified than you had hoped.

“Okay. I like you. I really like you, and I have for a while. I feel so stupid for saying it, but I do. I couldn't let this continue without letting you know that.”

To your shock, Andrew's reaction to your confession was to… burst into laughter. It felt as though your heart could escape your chest at any moment, the nerves now hitting you all at once. Hastily, you said your thoughts out loud.

“You're laughing. Oh no, you're laughing. Shit, I’m an idiot, aren't I?”

“No, no, you're not, I promise,” Andrew replied, shaking his head. He took a deep breath, composing himself before meeting your gaze with a new sincerity in his eyes. “I’m only laughing because I’ve felt the exact same way. Also for a long time. Just never knew when the right time to tell you was. And tonight… the opportunity just arose.”

You gave him a calculating look, like you were trying to make everything make sense in your head.

“So we’ve both liked each other for close to a decade, just said nothing about it for years, basically wallowing in our own self pities, until you decided you had enough liquid courage in your system to finally hit on me? Because of a fanfiction?”

Andrew exhaled, giving you a defeated nod after essentially he had been called out.

“Sounds about right."

The situation was almost comical. Really comical, actually, and you now understood why Andrew’s first instinct was to laugh. Your forehead rested on his shoulder as you laughed into his hoodie. Of course he had liked you the whole time, how could you have been so oblivious? Once you fully composed yourself, you pulled away, shaking your head in disappointment. “God, what a couple of idiots we are.”

“A right pair of knobheads.”

Andrew smiled up at you, a dumb grin like an idea had popped into his head. When he spoke again, his voice was lower.

“I wanted to ask you this when we were much more sober, but I guess no time like the present, right?” Letting out a small sigh, he continued. You could see his cheeks flush again, like whatever he was going to say would make him more flustered than the fact that you were sitting in his lap. “Would… ehm… would you want to go out sometime? I don't need an answer now, if you want to just let me-”

“Yes. Yes, please. I would want nothing more than to go on a date with you.”

The goofiest grin spread across Andrew's face. You couldn't help but think he was adorable.

“Grand. I don't know what I would've done if you said no.”

“Shoving me off of you would've been the best option.”

“Yeah, probably.”

You both laughed together once again, before your giggles where cut off by a yawn. Seemed that the tiredness you were feeling before the whole ordeal was beginning to catch up to you.

“I guess that's a sign I should retire to my bed chambers, huh?” You lifted yourself off of him, moving so that you were now merely sitting next to him. Looking over at Andrew, you could tell he had an idea forming.

“Maybe you could just… sleep here tonight? No one needs to know, and if they question anything, I’ll just say you passed out and I didn't want to wake you.”

Another way your night began to overlap with fanfiction: there was only one bed. Sharing a bed with Andrew was an offer you simply couldn't refuse. You nodded.

“Let's get comfortable, then,” you mumbled, shimmying back until you took up one side of the bed. Andrew maneuvered himself backwards to get comfortable. You watched him lay down, both of you on opposite sides of the bed. Buried underneath the covers, you gazed at him as he did the same; he looked perfect. He raised an eyebrow at your staring and gestured for you to come closer. If you nodded any quicker, your head would’ve fallen off. You let the both of you get fully comfortable with one another, shifting to find the best position to cuddle in for the night. Once you found a way, Andrew made it work. He enveloped you, holding you to his chest with one arm and cradling your face with the other. You placed a hand on top of his.

“I always did like when they mentioned how big your hands are,” you murmured jokingly, your eyes already fluttering. In reply, Andrew rolled his eyes before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Good night,” he whispered.

“Good night, Andy,” you responded.

You had never felt more at peace.

#hozier #hozier x reader #andrew hozier byrne #writing #fanfic #hozier fanfic #see if you can spot the personal callout

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kirain · 1 day ago

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@lkblackham I wanted to write a little follow up for the fic I wrote here.

I hope you enjoy it! TwT

The Fade bled.

Emmrich ran through the twisted, ever-changing landscape, his breath ragged, heart drumming in his ears. The air shimmered, warped by fear and magic, and the sky above pulsed like a dying star. In the distance, he saw her—Atash.

She was weeping.

He shouted her name, legs burning as he sprinted across the ground, which shifted like sand beneath his boots. Shadows tore at her from all sides—monstrous things with no faces, only claws, teeth, and endless, echoing laughter. One by one, the creatures latched on, rending her spirit, until her body flickered like a broken mirror—shattered, pulled apart by the Fade itself.

"No—no, Atash!" he cried, reaching out.

But his fingers met only smoke.

She was gone.

-----

Emmrich jolted awake with a gasp, nearly choking on it. His chest heaved, and sweat matted his hair to his brow. Eyes wide, wild, he barely registered the hands that landed on his shoulders.

"Emmrich," came a soft voice. "It's all right."

He screamed.

Thrashing in panic, he tried to throw off whoever was touching him—but the hands held firm, patient.

"Emmrich, it's Neve," she whispered. "You're safe. You're with us."

"Atash!" he cried. "She—she isn't safe!"

"She's not here, but she's not in danger. We're going to find her. Remember?"

His breath stuttered. Slowly, as if he'd nearly drowned, he blinked and focused. Neve's face came into view—calm, steady, eyes brimming with compassion.

Behind her, a tall, solemn silhouette leaned against the wall: Taash. They hadn't left after laying him down. Arms crossed, jaw tight with worry, they stood vigil.

"You're in your room," Neve murmured, carefully guiding him back against the pillows. "You collapsed."

Emmrich winced. "Collapsed?" His voice rasped like scraped stone.

Taash scowled. "Because you're stupid. And pushing yourself too hard."

He tried to sit up, guilt rising with him. "I'm sorr—"

"Don't," Taash snapped, stepping closer. "If you're sorry, you'll stay in this damn bed."

Emmrich shook his head, glancing at his desk. "I have to get back to my research. If we're going to save Atash—"

He pushed himself up, arms shaking with the effort—but Taash caught his shoulder.

"Lie down," they growled.

His body gave out immediately. With a groan, he slumped back, eyes squeezing shut as pain lanced through every limb and muscle.

Taash reeled back, horrified. "Shit—did I hurt you?"

"N-no..." Emmrich whimpered. "I can't. Not now..."

"What?" Taash barked, confused. "What's going on—what's wrong?"

Neve leaned in, her hand gliding to Emmrich's forehead.

She frowned.

"He's burning up."

Taash's eyes widened. "He's sick?"

"Not with illness. Stress, more like."

Neve closed her eyes briefly, mumbled something in Tevene, and when she touched him again, her hand was cold as ice. Emmrich sighed in relief, the tension melting as her palm came to rest against his brow.

Then the room fell quiet—save for his slow, laboured breathing.

A long moment passed.

"...I'm sorry," Taash muttered. Their arms folded again, but their posture was less daunting. "I didn't mean to start that argument downstairs. I just—"

"It's all right..." Emmrich said hoarsely. He didn't open his eyes. "I also behaved poorly. I shouldn't have. I'm just... so damn scared for her."

"We all are," Neve said, her voice like flowing water. "But if you don't rest, you'll be no use to her—or to anyone."

Emmrich swallowed, his next words slurred. "I drew up... plans. Ugh... to pierce the Veil. Neve, would you... take a look?"

"I did." Her lips quirked in a small, proud smile. "They're brilliant. I've already asked Davrin to start smithing the dagger. Once you're better, you and I can try infusing it with magic."

"Thank you. We'll need... lyrium, and—"

He didn't finish, breath soft and shallow as sleep claimed him once more.

Neve didn't move, her hand still gently pressed to his forehead, her eyes heavy.

"We have to get Rook back," Taash warned, turning away. "Before he kills himself looking for her."

Neve didn't hesitate.

"We have to," she repeated. "And we will."

-----

Warmth.

That was the first thing Emmrich noticed when he stirred hours later—a real, solid warmth pressed against his side. Not the feverish kind that had wracked his body earlier, but something natural and soothing. He cracked his eyes open, his vision hazy, and was greeted by a sea of feathers.

Assan.

The baby griffin lay sprawled across the bed beside him, his downy chest rising and falling in deep, contented sleep. One clawed foot twitched occasionally, and his beak parted slightly with a snore, but his wing hugged Emmrich like a blanket. The older man flushed, stunned by the comfort of it.

Then he sensed another presence.

Manfred stood by the bed like a silent sentinel, one skeletal hand outstretched, holding a cup of water. His bones had been polished recently—Neve's doing, no doubt—and the wisp that bound him glowed faintly at the joints.

"He's been fussing over you for hours," a voice said.

"...Neve?" Emmrich rasped.

She nodded, seated at the desk on the far side of the room with a half-dozen ink-stained diagrams spread across its surface. After a moment, she stood and walked to the bed, then helped him sit upright. His muscles protested—weak and sore, though no longer searing.

"Thank you..." he panted. "And I'm so very sorry, Manfred. I've... neglected you these past few days."

"Drink," the skeleton squeaked, as though he understood.

Emmrich managed a small smile and accepted the cup. The water hit his throat like a balm—cool, clean, and so vitally needed that he drained the cup in one go.

"I... didn't realise how thirsty I was," he admitted, voice still strained but no longer fraying.

"That's a signal from your body—that you're overdoing it."

The door creaked open.

Taash strode in first, followed by Lucanis. Both of them halted mid-step when they saw the older man awake and sitting against the headboard.

"Oh, about time," Taash huffed, striding over. "How're you feeling?"

He hesitated. Atash was still gone, but—

"...Better."

Neve leaned in and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead. "Fever's broken," she confirmed, relieved.

"Good," Taash said, gesturing to Lucanis. He stepped forward and eased a bowl into Emmrich's lap. "Because you need to eat."

Emmrich's pupils dilated. Roasted sweet potato salad—golden chunks tossed with herbs, goat's cheese, leeks, spinach, pomegranate arils, pecans, and pumpkin seeds. Steam curled off the top, teasing his nose and tickling his taste buds.

"I... can't remember the last time I ate."

Lucanis gave a wry shrug. "We figured as much."

Before Emmrich could take a bite, the door slid open once more. Davrin entered, cradling something swaddled in cloth as gently as a newborn babe.

"Ah! You're up," he beamed, stepping closer and unwrapping the bundle to reveal a lyrium-threaded dagger—rough, but unmistakably shaped to match Emmrich's sketches.

"Your designs are incredible," he said excitedly. "This is a prototype. It'll still take a few days to perfect, and I don't want to use full lyrium until you're there to monitor it, but I swear on my honour as a Warden—I won't stop until it's an exact replica."

Emmrich opened his mouth to speak, but Taash raised a hand.

"No. No talking about daggers. Or gods. Or the Fade. Not until he eats."

Davrin paused. "Right. Sorry."

Chastened silence settled over the room as Taash glared at him like a scolding parent.

Slowly, Emmrich picked up a fork and took a bite. It was delicious—sweet and tangy, with hints of sage and garlic. It felt like bliss in his belly, like coming back to himself one bite at a time.

He looked down at Assan, still snoozing against his leg, then to Manfred, his emerald gems gleaming. Neve was seated again but watching closely. Taash stood with arms crossed but no longer scowling. Lucanis encouraged him to eat more. And Davrin clutched the prototype with an air of confidence.

Tears welled in Emmrich's eyes.

"Thank you..." he sobbed. "Thank you."

They all smiled.

"We'll get her back, Emmrich. For now, just rest."

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qwerty019283ytrewq · 2 days ago

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I remembered what Max had said about his emergency contact, and I was off.

Notes: no girls or children. Well, almost no children.

Emergency contact 🚑

✨️Imagine ✨️

"My emergency contact used to be Daniel. It's probably time to replace it."

Dan can't figure out why his alarm clock is ringing. He rarely sets his alarm now, and he definitely didn't turn it on yesterday.

"What the heeell?"

Opening his eyes, he realizes two things: first, it's too dark outside for the morning, and second, it's not the alarm clock ringing.

He groans hoarsely into the pillow. The call ends and Daniel is about to fall asleep when the phone starts ringing again.

"Fuck!"

He sits down and picks up the phone. The number isn't identified, but it seems familiar, and there's a feeling inside him, as if he should definitely answer.

"elo."

"Hello, Mr. Ricciardo, this is the hospital."

Women looks up at the sound of Daniel crashing into the nurse's post.

Everything inside him stops.

It's easy to get to the hospital through the streets of Monaco. It's quick, even on foot. But Daniel is half-asleep, half-in shock, so he chooses the car. Getting lost on foot with all these stairs and elevators is easier than by car.

🚑

"Oh, Mr. Riccardo, it's been a while!"

The familiar nurse smiles sweetly. Daniel would have remembered her name if he hadn't been sleepy and shocked.

"Hello. Yes, I... You know, I have no idea what's going on right now."

She laughs quietly and opens some notes.

"No need to worry. This rookie? Kimi, he's fine. Just a broken eyebrow, no concussion. He's already got stitches. He's waiting for you."

🚑

Daniel is sitting in his car still trying to digest the information, but it just won't stick. Maybe it's because of the two teenagers in the back seat.

"So. One more time. But now slowly, in order, and just the essentials."

He looks at them in the rear-view mirror. The boys suddenly look scared. Damn.

"I'm just overwhelmed, okay? I don't quite understand what's going on. Not yet." He speaks in a softer, calmer voice.

Kimi nods, keeping her eyes on him through the mirror, and then looks out the window, as if embarrassed.

"Me and Ollie..."

"It's me."

"I know it's you, buddy." Does Oliver look pleased?

"Ollie and I decided to go for a ride on a scooter. Something went wrong..."

"I'm sorry, but the cat..."

"And I fell..."

"There was so much blood on his face, I got scared and took him to the hospital."

The boys fell silent. Dan sighed wearily and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was too old for this shit.

"Are you all right?"

"My eyebrow hurts a little, but I'm fine."

"And you, Ollie, buddy?"

"Y-yes, sir, I'm fine."

"Sir." Dan smiled. "I know I look old with my beard, but I'm 35, not 50. No need for sir, buddy, just call me Daniel."

"Yes, sir...I mean, Daniel!...Okay."

"Okay, let's get you back."

"Wait, we didn't tell you the address."

The guys seemed to calm down when they heard the sound of the engine. Damned kids, brought up on Formula 1. Oliver and Kimi were whispering in the back seat as Dan smoothly drove through the streets of Monaco, straight into a trap.

🚑

Kimi giggles at something but stops suddenly. He kicked Oliver's leg.

"Nope." Dan chuckled.

"But then where..." The question was cut off by a knock on the window.

"What the fuck!? First, you text me "What the hell, Max!?" Then you're gone for 30 minutes, don't answer your phone, and then you just text "Wait downstairs?!" What happened?"

Dan looked at Max's outfit. His casual shorts and washed-out T-shirt suggest that he dressed quickly and didn't pay much attention to matching his clothes. This is particularly evident in his different shoes.

"Remember when you got drunk with the guys at "Jimmy'z", and all of you went for a walk, and you, Maxie, hit the road sign with your face?"

Max stares at him, his face flushing red. He remembers. Not everything, but the way Dan stood over him in the hospital, wearing the same "Woke up at 3 a.m." outfit, looking upset, and worried.

"You had five stitches then," Dan continues, a small smile on his lips. "But the doctor did a great job. There's not even a scar left."

"I remember, Daniel, what are you getting at?"

"Then don't make a scene." The rear window slowly lowered.

"Andrea Kimi Antonelli!"

"Max, I'll tell them about Saint-Tropez."

"It was your fault!"

"I warned you!"

"Max said that if I couldn't reach him, I should call you."

#daniel ricciardo #max verstappen #maxiel #dr3 #mv1 #max/daniel #somebody write this please

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redheadsramblings · 2 days ago

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Ship Sleep Dynamics

I was tagged by the lovely @aetherflowers for this 🥰

I need more screenshots of the two of them. All the ones I have, someone has their eyes closed or is pulling a weird face 🤣

So I have to keep reusing the few good ones 😅

💚Emmrich Volkarin 💀 Rowan "Rook" Ingellvar💜

How often do they sleep together?

Once the relationship is a go every night, but not in a sexual sense as Rowan is not ready (also I haven't quite decided if their first time is the coffin or not) and he would never ever think of rushing her. Emmrich is horrified when he sees Rowan's sleeping situation at the Lighthouse. And will not hear of leaving his darling to sleep in a cold, damp room on that abominable sofa with nary a pillow or blanket that isn't her pack and cloak (his exact words).

It starts with them just in the same bed, he being a gentleman offers to go sleep elsewhere, but Rowan asks him to stay. So he puts a bolster pillow down the centre of the bed so she feels safe and as a barrier. Which lasts all of her first nightmare. He knew she sleepwalked because of bad dreams, what he didn't know was how it all started before she started walking. Lots of whimpering, talking in her sleep (he didn't know his heart could break over such innocuous phrases like No, Don't, or It hurts) so how can he not hold her and try to soothe her and the rest is history (OK the rest is kind of written but not really, and I want to keep some things a mystery for later fic chapters)

Where do they sleep?

Once the relationship is a go they're both in Emmrich's bed in his room at the Lighthouse (I am an Emmrich has a secret bedroom behind a bookcase truther) and again in Emmrich's bed in his flat/house in Nevarra once they go home. Before, Rowan didn't have a bed either in the Lighthouse or Nevarra. She barely had a room in the Necropolis before she had to leave after the War of the Banners.

How do they prepare to sleep?

Emmrich I see as have a very structured routine. A bath followed by applying his various lotions and potions to his hair and skin, I'm not saying the man has the Thedas equivalent to a Korean skincare regime, but I'm also not not saying it. Puts oh his fancy pyjamas (he strikes me as a silk pjs kind of man) then a calming cup of tea before brushing his teeth, getting his clothes ready for the next day, putting the ones from that day in the laundry basket. Then finally gets in to bed to read for a while before going to sleep.

Rowan in comparison is a lot simpler, not because she doesn't want to, but because she couldn't afford the lotions etc and never had the time or space. A wash if she can, then braids her hair, puts on her old worn shift and heavily darned socks (she's always cold), brushes her teeth, and then crashes out on the nearest flat surface. If she even bothers going to bed in the first place. She, Lucanis and Neve are giving each other a run for the worst insomniac in the Veilguard. Bellara is disqualified because she actually falls asleep while she's working.

Once they're sharing a bed, suddenly Rowan has a multitude of lotions, potions, and oils that Emmrich gifts her. She also has beautiful nightwear and warm slippers, stockings, and wraps to wear if she gets cold. Her old shift may have "accidentally" got burnt after a mysterious, very localised fire.

What do they wear to sleep?

Emmrich is an absolute silk pyjamas man and nothing will make me change my mind. In sumptuous jewel colours and no doubt embroidered with gold wherever it won't be itchy.

Rowan had a simple linen shift that is very old, faded, much mended and while it used to be black it is now a dingy grey shapeless thing that she has slept in for years. It's also the shift she wears under her "formal" dress when needed, or is her other dress that she wears when she's not on an expedition or patrol. It's ugly, shapeless, but it's all she has.

After Emmrich sees it, he makes it his mission to a) make sure she has beautiful things to sleep in and b) remove that shift from existence entirely. It's not that he doesn't think she's beautiful in it, she is stunning in his eyes no matter what she wears or looks like. It's the sheer magnitude of neglect and a life bare of anything like kindness or affection, it encompasses.

Do they cuddle?

Yes. Rowan is always cold and Emmrich is warm, so she always ends up draped over him and snuggled in, no matter her intention when she goes to sleep. Add in her nightmares and Emmrich noting that if he holds her, they are less frequent, then he sees no reason why they should deny themselves the pleasure of sleeping in each other's arms.

What are their preferred sleep positions?

Emmrich is a side sleeper preferably and Rowan is a curl up as small as I can to keep warm and maybe no one will find me if I'm small sleeper by necessity/upbringing to start. Once they're in the sharing a bed stage, then Emmrich is still a side sleeper with Rowan cuddled to his chest with her legs draped over his hips and her arm over her chest.

They do also often end up with Emmrich on his back and Rowan draped over his chest more often than not. She's unconsciously trying to get as much of her on his warmth, and even in his sleep he could never refuse her anything.

How easy do they fall asleep?

Emmrich falls asleep relatively easily, as long as he's not deep in his research or too deep in his own head.

Rowan just doesn't sleep unless she is just about ready to pass out, and even then it depends on how much caffeine she can get in her system before she crashes. Until she's sharing a bed with Emmrich. It's the first time she feels absolutely safe and secure, add in how warm she is, and she's out like a light.

It's not always effective as she's very good at ignoring her body's needs, but Emmrich knows if he can get her horizontal and next to him, then she'll sleep. That's the easy part. Catching her and getting her to listen is the hard part.

Do they toss and turn a lot?

Emmrich no unless he's in his own head.

Rowan to start, yes. She has nightmares, or a Dread Wolf in her head, or just bad headspace. Again, it gets better once they're sharing.

Do they snore?

Emmrich has been known to on occasion snore, but it's not all the time. And it's more gentle wuffles than full on snoring.

Rowan doesn't.

Who hogs the blanket?

Emmrich. Mostly only at the start and because he's used to having blankets to hog. Rowan doesn't fight for herself, even in her sleep. But as they're usually cuddles together, the blanket hogging quickly becomes a non entity.

What do they dream about?

Emmrich has mostly innocuous dreams, lots of whimsy and fade walking. He does have nightmares occasionally of losing his parents, losing Manfred after Blackthorn and after Tearstone losing Rowan and his fear of death.

Rowan has nightmares more than dreams. It's part of why she doesn't like to sleep. Not going to go into her nightmare subjects because a) Spoilers and b) dark subject maters.

How easily do they wake up?

Emmrich wakes up easily, but he typically sleeps deeply, so he doesn't wake up to every noise or movement once he's asleep.

Rowan sleeps like a 9-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory. She sleeps poorly if she even sleeps at all and every little noise or movement wakes her. It's from all her years of solo expeditions deep in the Necropolis, where sleeping too deeply was the fastest way to die quickly.

Once they're sharing a bed, she sleeps a bit better because she feels safe, but she still wakes up at the drop of a pin.

How awake they are afterwards?

Emmrich is fairly awake and chipper after waking, even if he had a late night.

Rowan is wide awake as soon as she opens her eyes and is usually on the move before then. She's not happy about it, but her survival hinged on it for too many years to easily unlearn it.

She gets more relaxed as they continue to share a bed and feel safe to grumble and take her time as she wakes up. But it's rare.

OK, this was so much fun, so I need to more people to do it so I can read about your ships and their sleep habits 😍

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railingsofsorrow · 12 hours ago

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FLAWLESS

[Rafe Cameron x Reader]

[part 1] [part 2]

summary: “Come here.” You order, turning on the faucet. He places his hand on yours and you hold his finger beneath the cool water. “The burn is gonna cool down faster if you keep it under water for a little longer.” You spent around two minutes in silence when Rafe's stare gets too much and your only solution is to turn off the water and push the dish cloth against his chest as you step back, clearing your throat. “Thanks for the clothes,” you say, pulling your hair up and twist it with a strand to keep it in place. “I'll give it back to you, washed.” “Don't need to.”

“They're your clothes.”

“Still look better on you.” He raises his hands when you glare at him. “Sorry? I'll stop. Swear 'm not tryin' to get you into bed.”

pairing: rafe cameron x maybank!f!reader

w.c: 2.8K

warnings/content: brief discussions of tw!child abuse; suggestive content (no smut); mention of wounds; less angst than part 1?; past drug use; domestic fluff kinda; insecurity issues; long paragraphs in italics mean flashbacks.

A/N: so I loved the idea for the #zyafics-mrgacampaign and I decided to join with this one shot. good reading!

A/N: to have more context, read fallen star

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The sunlight peaking between the curtains wakes you up. You had forgot closing them last night. Confusion gripes you for a second but it soon goes away when you take in the room you're in. The bed doesn't creak like yours and the room is not anywhere near as disorganized too, so there is that.

You bury your face in the pillow for a bit longer before getting up. God, you slept so well.

The cool water of the shower dripped down your back and when you step outside of the bathroom, you grab the pile of clothes Rafe left for you last night. Probably after you fell sleep, because they weren't there before.

The hoodie reaches above your thighs and the pants are a little loose but nothing that you can't fix by tying it twice around your waist.

Tannyhill smells like cinnamon, tangerines and burnt toast.

Your stomach growls before you reach the kitchen to hear a soft curse and Rafe quickly running to the sink to put his thumb on running water.

He's cooking.

I'm surprised the house isn't burned down.

“You made pancakes?” You're in awe as soon as you glance at the kitchen counter to find a plate filled with pancakes and then strawberries, chocolate chips, blueberries put aside.

Jesus Christ. He couldn't possibly have cooked all this.

Rafe can't even make fried eggs.

“You're not supposed to be awake yet.” He groans, turning the faucet off to dry his hands on a dish cloth.

“Did you hire someone while I was sleepin'?” You wonder out loud, eyes widening as you look back at the dinner table. “Dude, who's comin' over? A basketball team?”

“'m glad your humor's back,” he says right next to your ear and it gets you to step back in surprise. “You didn' have dinner last night, neither did i.” He grabs a blueberry and pops into his mouth. Your gaze falls on the redness around his thumb and your expression turns into a blank one.

“You tryin' to get me into bed with you? Can't even take me out to dinner first? Damn, Cameron. Didn't think you were this cheap.”

The joke is enough to pull a laugh out of him and you can see him tilting his head even if you don't turn your neck to watch him.

“You know I'm not, sweetheart.”

You shake your head slightly and walk up to the sink. “Come here.” You order, turning on the faucet. He places his hand on yours and you hold his finger beneath the cool water. “The burn is gonna cool down faster if you keep it under water for a little longer.”

You spent around two minutes in silence when Rafe's stare gets too much and your only solution is to turn off the water and push the dish cloth against his chest as you step back, clearing your throat.

“Thanks for the clothes,” you say, pulling your hair up and twist it with a strand to keep it in place. “I'll give it back to you, washed.”

“Don't need to.”

“They're your clothes.”

“Still look better on you.” He raises his hands when you glare at him. “Sorry? I'll stop. Swear 'm not tryin' to get you into bed.”

“Mhm, and I trust you.”

Rafe chuckles, following you to the dinner table and pulling a chair for you to sit. “Look, I'm bein' real here.”

“Sure you are.” You mumble, not being able to help the smile breaking out in your lips as you sit down. Strange what a good night's sleep does to your mood.

“Okay,” he drawls out, placing a couple of pancakes — the unburnt ones — on a plate on front of you. He has an anxious awkward smile expecting your approval. “Try it. Be honest.”

After your first bite, you really cannot believe he made this. Last time you saw him in the kitchen was to snort a line because the kitchen counter was the first place he succeeded on seeing when he entered the house hammered.

“Good?” He leans forward, eyes narrowing slightly as he studies your whole face for any sign that this is fucking disgusting.

“'s really good.” You say truthfully, cutting another piece. He seems satisfied so he leans back, a proud smile on his face. “You know how to cook now? Therapy really is doin' miracles.”

His eye roll makes you smirk.

“You got a wrong idea of me.” He comments, smug smile playing on his lips as he peels a tangerine in concentration.

Finishing your pancakes — they were really good, it still baffles you — you look around the living room. It isn't much different from the last time you were there but it's kind of amazing what the presence of a person does to a place. Ward used to darken this house with all the pressure he represented, Rafe doesn't walk around with tense shoulders or as if he's constantly doing something wrong, waiting for it to be thrown at his face. Most of the time, that was the case. But Ward used every one of his struggles to make it worse.

Rafe breaks the silence by asking about your eye and you reassure him it's better. The conversation keeps going for a while, both of you share an orange when thunder rumbles outside and you suck in a breath in surprise.

“Shit.” You look at the window to see the harsh rain that came out of nowhere.

“Thought you liked storms?” You don't notice he's put both of your plates away until your attention is back to him.

“Not when I have to walk to work, I don't.”

“It's Saturday.” You give him a questioning look. “You work on the weekends? What kind of work is that, a new type of slavery?”

A laugh bubbles out of you. Of course he would say that, Kook Prince of Outer Banks. Heir to the entire Cameron fortune. He doesn't have to worry about money a second of his day.

“Yeah, Rafe. Not all of us mortals have the comfort you have, handsome.” You pat his back on your way to the stairs and he holds your wrist, stopping you from moving forward.

This is the kind of stuff you missed. He would pull you closer without a reason and you'd go without questioning because it meant comfort even if for just an evening.

“Lemme drive you.” His voice was low, almost a plead as his thumb ran gently on the inside of your wrist.

“It's a fifteen minute walk,” you say but the moment you can't look away something in you knows you'll cave.

❝ She planned ahead for a year

He said, "Let's play it by ear"

She didn't want him to run

He didn't want her to fear

Nobody said it'd be easy

They knew it was rough,

but tough luck ❞

“You're the only one who he lets drive his car.” Topper said as he helped you place a incredibly drunk and high Rafe Cameron into the passenger seat of his Jeep Wrangler. You swore he would marry that car if he could.

“He wouldn't need to let me do shit if you idiots hadn't let him get like this.” You knew Topper or any of Rafe's friends were Rafe's babysitters but damn. And this was Kelce's house. Why on Earth wasn't Rafe sleeping over?

Topper gave you an awkward wave as goodbye as you drove off the parking lot with that Kook machine on your hands. It was so smooth to drive. You rested back against the leather seat with a sigh. It was about a twenty minute drive from Kelce's to Rafe's so you took the challenge to turn on the car radio, hoping to find any blackmail material with the songs he listened.

You drive to Tannyhill with Starboy by The Weeknd playing softly.

“You look good driving, Maybank.”

The sudden voice made you jump in the seat, earning a laugh from who you thought what half dead by your side.

You stole a glance at Rafe, his half lidded eyes staring at you with a dazed grin you knew all too well. It wasn't easy to help Rafe inside his house, his strong arms supported on your shoulders.

And when he asked you to stay, you did, because you couldn't let him stay alone in that state.

❝ The problem with love,

is I'm blinded by it

It rattles my lungs, but my mind is

Tangled between your little flaws

Your flaws, your flaws, your flaws ❞

The car ride to your work place was quiet, filled with the thunder outside and the soft music playing on the stereo.

“You still on your The Weeknd phase?”

Rafe huffs out a chuckle, one his hands lowering to reach for the gear. You watch the movemnt almost distracted.

“I like the songs, alright? You gotta bully me for that too?”

You look away from his arms to focus on the streets passing by. “I never bullied you.”

“We're here.” Rafe parks in front of the Country Club. You mutter a soft thanks before opening the door. . .Or trying to. It's locked. “Can we talk?” You look at him, his stance completely disarmed and somehow vulnerable.

“Now? I'm gonna be late.” You still have an hour, plenty of time to change out of your (his) clothes and into your uniform.

He clears his throat and his hand lift to his head, rubbing it. He's nervous. And it's making you nervous.

“Forget about the kiss, Rafe.”

And when you're nervous, you usually say stupid things. It's a Maybank characteristic, it's basically in your blood. JJ's done a lot of it and he probably takes that from watching you do it countless times growing up.

“Don't. . . Don't do that.” He gives you a brief shake of head and look down at his lap and then at the window and then at you but you're not capable of holding his gaze. “I'm not gonna—”

“Rafe.” You warn him.

“No.” He turns to you with his whole body and you blow out a breath in exasperation. “No, alright? I'm not— I'm not gonna forget about it. I don't want to.” He pauses. “It wasn't a mistake. Not f'me.”

You pick at your nails, pulling at the already abused skin from your biting. He's itching to stop you but he doesn't, it's not on his right anymore. He fucked that up.

“'m sorry, I don't want to pressure you or anythin'.” The edge in his tone bordered on anxious and he keeps shifting on his seat. The click of the car being unlocked pulls your attention away from him briefly and your hand lingers on the door, biting your cheek so hard you feel the copper taste in your tongue.

What are you doing? You ask yourself.

“Fine. Talk.”

You let go of the door and rest back against the comfortable leather seat, turning your full attention to him. Really looking at him for the first time since everything happened. Since he took you to his place, let you sleep on his bed, made you breakfast and looked at you the way you try so hard to ignore.

Rafe's eyes found yours in that mess of emotions running through both of you. The raindrops on the window is the only sound you can hear besides your own raging heartbeat.

“Can we start over?” Out of everything he could have said, you didn't expect that. “I want to. . .” He reaches for your hand but halts and lets out a sigh as if he's struggling against something in his head. Or his own body. Reaching for you is instinctive. “I want to show you I'm better. Because I am. 's not like before. I'm goin' to therapy, communicating and all that bullshit— I'm tryin', yeah? I swear. So I. . . I want you in my life.”

Maybe you should have ran off the moment he unlocked the car.

❝ So, she put his heart in a bag

He wouldn't ask for it back ❞

No. Okay. This is happening. The conversation you dread is here and you don't know how to deal with it. Feelings? Not your thing. Admitting feelings out loud? Really not your thing.

“I want to do right by you.” He adds carefully, waiting on your reaction. He expects you to bolt, run for the hills and never speak to him again. But that's a risk he's willing to take.

“I'm glad you're better. I am.” You smooth out the fabric of the sweatpants, fingers twitching to hold something. “You may have changed. But I didn't. I still have the same life as before, yeah? I'm a Pogue, you're a Kook—”

“You never cared about that crap.” He cuts you off with a scoff, leaning his elbow on the window with a shake of his head.

“What you're asking of me? It's not gonna work out, Rafe.” You finish your train of thought despite your chest tightening so bad you want to scream and go back on what you said. “I'll just pull you back in that bad place again.”

Rafe tilts his head, glancing at you. If it's the last time he does that, he will take advantage of it.

“You'd never be responsible for that,” he says, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, his knuckles caressing your cheek tenderly. “You're the reason I got out of it in the first place.” He smiles knowingly when you roll your eyes. “What? I'm bein' for real. It's on you if you chose to not believe in me.” He attempts to come closer. You let him. God knows what you'll let him do to you inside of his car. “I want to get to know you, properly. Treat you well. Take care of you.”

“I don't need to be taken care of,” you whisper because raising your voice any further may disturb whatever is happening there.

He hums, lips brushing your temple and then your forehead and then the corner of your lips.

“Knew you were gonna say that.” The smirk on his lips as he retracts is so familiar you want to bury yourself alive. “I missed you so bad it fucking ripped me apart and bein' able to talk to you and— and look at you this close. . . It's better than anything than I could ask for.” He offers a sad smile that most certainly rips you apart. “I'll keep my distance, if that's what you want. But if. . . at some point, maybe, you want to give me a chance, I'll be here.”

You're furious.

How dare he give that speech and drop you off at work as if he hasn't shaken your whole world with his sincere words?

You have no idea what made him do that either. You and Rafe weren't picture perfect. The situationship was never official, barely a friendship-no-strings-attached-deal that involved not wanting to be alone during the night.

Now he's clean, healthier than ever, and you're still the same, what do you have to offer to someone like that?

At the same time, deep down, you miss him too. But you're not exactly sure who or what you're missing here. Was it the sex? The moments of freedom he provided you? The unhealthy coping mechanisms you both shared at some point?

You're scared of what he will be able to see in you without his glazed over eyes caused by the high of drugs.

“That's a lotta effort to try and get me into bed with you, Cameron.”

His laugh is rough, contained, anxious. It'sa great way to break the long silence. You give him a smile letting vulnerability slip through your armor for half a second.

“We can start as friends.”

Disappointment flickers through his blue eyes for a brief moment but he nods slowly.

If it means having you in his life again, without all that baggage he left behind, he would be the best fucking friend you've ever had.

“Alright, friend.” You clear your throat to mask your laughter, looking out the window, you watch your coworker enter the club. It's your time to go. “See you around?” He tries, hope painting his gaze.

The corners of your lips lift up slightly.

“See you around.” You laugh at how ridiculously it all sounds as you open and close the car door. “Friend.”

His car only leaves when you've entered the Country Club.

❝ Wait for love

I won't wait for love ❞

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maxinehufflepuffprincess · 10 hours ago

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Mama Bear

Hi everyone. So I'm making yet another collection of stories only this time it's for Bang Chan x Fem! Reader. The idea is that the reader is the 9th member of the group. She's dating Chan and is the 'Mother' of the group. So these stories will follow her relationship with Chan. As well as your relationship with the rest of the boys.

Now, in these, I'm hoping to make the boys as accurate as I possibly can. Because they are real people and I don't wanna mess up their personalities or get anything too wrong. So if any of the members don't exactly fit who they are, please let me know so I can work on doing the boys justice as I write about them.

Warnings for some of these fics: Cursing.

Taglist. Masterlist. Progress Update.

Finished.

Proud of Them, Proud of You, Proud of Us - Link. Summary: You tell Chan how proud you are of him and the boys. You both have a good cry.

Mother - Link. Summary: 8 Times the guys played into your mother role.

Sleep - Link. Summary: Turns out you're a pretty good pillow for the guys.

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COMING SOON.

So This Is Love - Link. Summary: The boys catch a moment of you and Chan dancing alone in the practice room.

Cooking - Link. Summary: You and Chan have fun cooking together.

MamaBear Collection Taglist: Thank you for supporting me. Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from this Taglist.

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kewpiekitty · 2 days ago

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Kewpie my dear Kittieh, may I please ask for some fluff... The fluffiest fluff??

I irl am going through it(my mom died a couple weeks ago) and some fluff would be so soul soothing.

I was thinking Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, please? Whatever you'd like

But just cute and fluffy.

Thank you sweet one.

a/n: omg !! technically my asks are closed but for you honey i will do it !! i am so sorry for your loss that must be awful what you are going through :( !! i hope that you're able to heal from such a journey ! i will definitely fulfill your request for the fluffiest fluff ever !! so please sit back, relax, and enjoy these sweet tooth-rotting headanons !!

luke comforting you ── .✦

luke loves getting to see you when you finish your classes. he eagerly looks for you only to be disappointed when he doesn't see you walking out of your last class.

"where could they be?" he roams the halls but finally gives up when he doesn't see you anywhere. he walks outside of the school but is quickly stopped by the sound of choked sobs.

he finds you, curled up with your head burried in your legs. "y/n? what's wrong?"

you dont answer but sob louder which makes him jump back a little. he walks up to you, sitting down besides you and grabbing your hand.

the contact makes you look up at him, small tears rolling down your red cheeks. he wipes them away and tells you "you're doing an amazing job, i know there musrt be something tough going on right now, but you'll get through it because you're strong."

his thumb starts rubbing your hand as he speaks, the small action giving you tons of reassurance.

he grabs your hand in his and asks if you want to go get something to eat.

you both decide on getting ice cream, then afterwards going to the aquarium.

watching the water move and the creatures swim through it makes you think about the things that you've been dealing with.

'keep going and don't stop moving' is all that plays in your mind. luke smiles as he watches you observe the creatures movement, a content smile gracing your face.

simeon comforting you ── .✦

simeon heard you weren't feeling well today. he wasn't able to get all the details from the brothers, but the thought of you unwell was enough for him to check it out.

he heads to the house of lamentation, sporting a kind smile when lucifer opens the door. "good evening lucifer, may i come in?" the eldest brother allows him in telling simeon about how you've been nothing but upset since you came home from classes.

a small frown etches itself onto his face, you being upset made him feel bad as well. he never did like it when his friends were upset.

he thanks lucifer for the details and heads to your room. heb knows on your door and lets himself in. upon entering it he finds you face down on your pillow.

hearing small little cries coming from your figure. he sits himself on your bed and lays a hand on your back.

"what's wrong angel?"

simeon calls you that because he thiks you're the closest thing to an angel, and coming from a real angel from heaven, that's a compliment.

he uses his fingers to rub soothing circles onto your back, trying his best to make you feel better. when your crying doesn't slow he decides to just lay down next to you.

he wraps and arm around you form and pulls you slightly on top of him. now your face is laying on his chest and the smell of him brings a sense of comfort.

simeon knows you don't really want to talk about it so he just decides to comfort you in whatever way that he can. he leaves small kisses on the top of your head.

"you don't have to talk about it angel. just lay with me for now okay?"

solomon comforting you ── .✦

you find yourself in solomon's dorm room, tears rolling down your face as you try to explain what happened. your attempt is unsuccesful with you babbling random words like 'gone..please..i can't'

his heart aches at the sight of you, your eyes red and face blotchy from all of the crying that you've been doing. he pulls you into his room so you don't have to be stadning in the hallway.

he tries to ask you questions about what happened that made you so upset, but it doesn't work as you continue to cry loude and louder at the thought.

his arms immediately wrap around you in a comforting embrace. his hand reaches up to your head to pet your hair in a soothing motion.

"shhh pretty, it's gonna be okay." he doesn't let you speak, he continues trying to calm you down.

once you've calmed down he gets up from his position but you grab his arm, tears welling up in your eyes once again. "please don't leave me..."

he kisses under your eyes 'i'm not going anywhere honey. i'm still gonna be right here okay?"

once he's able to move he gets up and plays your favorite movie, laying back down with you and pulling you under the covers with him.

for the rest of the day the two of you lay in bed, his arms holding you tightly and close to his body. he never once lets go of you.

the next morning you wake up in his arms, almost forgetting about the day that you had before.

#pretty.kitty.writes !#x reader #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 day ago

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Going off anon bc i wanna get notifs to be less paranoid idk DAMNIT I KNEW IT GOT EATEN IT ALWAYS HAPPENS ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ tumblr hates me ,,

Sooo my request was um . sfw headcanons for Angstrom x soft tboy reader (soft in both ,, physical and mental sense <33) . Preferably post-canon if you've read the comics, like after he actually starts getting his shit back together when he moves back to the og universe? Maybe having reader to help him through it, getting used to living a normal life again and helping him feel better about his body AND LIKE GENERALLY WITH HIS MENTAL HEALTH <//3 idk he just. Deserves a big tiddy boyfriend to lay on instead of getting kidnapped and tortured and killed -_-

Feel free to take your time with this ask!! Ik he's a very uhm. Unusual character to write for </3 btw ill send this twice just to make sure it goes through TwT

Angstrom levy x ftm reader

Headcanons

Love this man and his big ass fivehead. Im getting my T injection next week, and my body hurts at having to spend almost 200 dollars for my injection, being a boy is expensive,,,

I've been tickling my Naruto interest again,,, I just like some of the funky guys in it, a bit too much,,,

You guys have been partners for a long time. If Angstrom has his son this this verse, then its up to you if hes yours, or if you guys got together after Angstrom had his son.

You two are kinda divorced at this point? Since he went pretty coocoo for cocoa puffs, and divorced you to act out his plans. A split mind like his doesn't really leave room for a partner and love.

Some part of his mind did know that he didn't want you to be in danger though, so he pretty much just walks out on you with divorce papers drawn up and all that.

You would obviously be crushed by this, but also know that Angstrom was hanging on by a single thread, and you would know him enough to see through his meaner words and erratic behavior.

So yeah, it hurts a lot, but you also don't do anything with the papers, but its like, in the system and all that, ya know?

I can see all of this making you spiral as well, being more vulnerable mentally and all that, but you try to stay positive. Keeping up with the news, and also for any signs of Angstrom.

I believe it takes a while for him to come back, and to start coming back to himself.

When Angstrom does gather himself again, he's so ashamed and crushed about his actions, and how he left you the way he did. He also doesn't want to go back, in fear of how you will react when you see him.

Instead of being snatched up the way he is in the comics, Angstrom can't help himself and teleports to your shared home, just to see you, or so he tells himself. Angstrom's mind is still a mess, but seeing you makes his entire being warm up.

I can see him hovering around for a while, just to “make sure you are safe” and all that, he cant get himself to leave, as Angstrom yearns to be with you again.

You are still trying to live your life, even if you miss your husband so much, and there are times you swear you can feel his presence but when you look there is nothing, and it just makes you feel more down in the dumps.

You sleep wearing his old clothes, or spray his deodorant on his pillow to cuddle it because you miss him so much. It feels pathetic, even to you, but you can't help it, and when Angstrom realizes this, he feels himself start melting.

I don't think anything specific happens that is what makes him finally come home. One night Angstrom just can't take it anymore, and can't keep telling himself that he has to stay away.

So, when you are asleep, Angstrom teleports into your room, and slides into the bed on his side. He is too scared to touch you for a good while, just lying there and looking at you.

But at some point, he finds himself lulled in by your warmth and the love he has for you.

Angstrom ends up spooning you, arms wrapped around you and face resting against your shoulder as he half sleeps. Hes still too cautious and wound up to really sleep, but this is the closest he's been in who knows how long.

When you wake up you almost think you are dreaming when you smell and feel him. You immediately want to turn around and kiss him, tears gathering in your eyes and lip wobbling.

But Angstrom is too scared of what you will think when you see him. He looks so different and feels so different, what if you wont love him or even like him anymore?

But you two talk, and you let out little hiccups from happy tears at him being back. Angstrom starts to crack and melt when you pick up his hands and start kissing them, just happy to have him back.

When you finally convince him to let you turn around, Angstrom tenses and looks off at the wall. He knows what he looks like, and he knows what others think when they see him.

But imagine his surprise when you just let out a watery little giggle and crawl into his arms, starting to pepper kisses all over his face.

Angstrom is tense for a few moments before he just sighs loudly and slumps against you, his kisses clumsy in ways they werent before, but still as loving and hungry.

You can only snicker and laugh when Angstrom rolls you guys over so he can cuddle against you, burying his face in your chest and letting you hold him, his hands grabbing onto your softer parts, as he sighs and melts against you.

Angstrom doesn't like talking about it, what happened and what he had planned, but he does let you know of a few things, and he's excited to show you his powers.

But most of the time is spent cuddling and kissing, and just being near each other after so long.

Perhaps you died in most universes, killed by evil versions of Invincible, which is what fueled Angstrom as much as it did, but its also what makes him cling to you more now, than he did before.

Your softness, both physically and mentally also helps keep him above water, and pull him back to the surface when he starts floating out too far. You help soften all his new sharp edges.

It does result in you guys being under watch... pretty much all the time now. Well, Angstrom can warp away anyone and thing that does, when you guys want to be alone, so there's that.

But yeah... somebody, and we all know who, will want to keep an eye on your husband from now on.

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Hi☺️🌸 TW for this request: loneliness, angst, depression.

You are 100% allowed to not take this request and if you choose to do so, I would totally understand ❤️

Can we please get a series or even a one shot on how each of the Obey me! brothers (separately or together or maybe a mixture of both) would react to an mc that's just so use to not having any friends or anyone that particularly cares about what they're up to or what's on their mind/how they feel (on top of also being bullied)? An mc with a loneliness that runs so deep that that they end up constantly feeling abandoned and forgotten. For whom none of the friends that they've had in the past ever cared to maintain a relationship with them, which really aggravated their pre-existing rejection sensitive dysphoria (AuDHD). And this mc cares so much and put so much love into their relationships with others. This mc loves hard and was told throughout their life, that that was bad. And no matter what they do, people always end up leaving them or making them feel like they're not good enough - sometimes because of circumstances, sometimes because people (the friends) think they're "too much" or "weird", sometimes because they (the friends) genuinely just don't care. Because that's how insignificant MC is.

I want to read about an mc who gets surprised when (one of) the brothers decide to sit with them while they're doing something mundane, like homework or studying or colouring (idk i love colouring). And an mc who sleeps holding a pillow or with the pillow against their back, so that they can feel less alone. And can we see the brothers react to all of it? Why would they care about what MC is doing? Do they need something? Is something wrong?

Sorry, I know it's a lot and I really didn't mean to info/trauma dump on you🙏🏽 I just really want to read something that makes me feel seen and represented. Because I'm speaking from experience, unfortunately. And can we also make the mc gender neutral, if that's okay with you?

Even if you don't end up taking my request, thank you for taking the time to read it🙏🏽 I really appreciate it ❤️💖

Okay friend, I am picking one brother for this, and I picked Mammon! Unfortunately I so deeply understand this ask, as someone who has BPD. I desperately need soul crushing devotion and love in my life. Anyway.

So, how would Mammon react to a lonely MC?

I think at first, Mammon would brush off some habits of yours as weird-human-traits until he puts the pieces together. I think the first time it clicks, is the first time he REALLY eats lunch with you, of his own volition. He usually does, not JUST because he's your watchdog, but because ehe does enjoy it. And then, one afternoon he sits with you after not doing so for a few days, and the genuine surprise when you turn your head is a little baffling to him! Your smile lights up a little more than usual, and he notices the sparkle in your eyes. He knows by now that he's smitten, but today is the day he pieces together how lonely you seem.

From then on, he prods a little. Not gently, but gentle for him. Either way, whether you're forthcoming or not, he chooses to push a little more. More sleepovers, more time together, even if it's. most of your time. You'll be able to notice how his comments about humans seem to slip off his tongue more quietly for a while, and then they seemingly disappear almost all together. He does really notice and take these things to heart, especially for you. When you seem more isolated, or even when he's just busy, you'll find that the little crows seem to gather around you during lunch or homework time, and sometimes you'll get a little pebble!

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