#Even sitting on the sofa in the living room I am constantly looking over my shoulder

[hees-mine]

IN PRIVATE - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: stepdad! heeseung & stepdaughter! fem reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral, dirty talk, cursing, jealousy, infidelity, spanking, cum eating, finger sucking, fingering, daddy kink, stepcest.

Synopsis: when your plans for a night out with your friends get ruined because your stepdad caught you sneaking out past midnight and had to teach you a lesson in private with more than just his words.

WC: 4,362k

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You were in your room when the clock struck eleven, putting the finishing touches on yourself and getting together for a night out at the club with your friends. Your mom was sound asleep, and so was your stepdad. Not to say he really mattered, though, cause he wasn’t your real dad, so he couldn’t stop you, but you couldn’t let him know either in case he told your mom. If she found out, you’d surely be grounded. Even though you were an adult, you still lived under her roof, so you had to play by her rules. You couldn’t wait to move and get her out of your hair. She always constantly told you what to do and what she wanted you to be when you grew up, and you were sick of her dictating every move you made, hence why you’re sneaking out behind her back so you wouldn’t have to hear her mouth.

The meet-up was at 12, but you and your friends were going to take a few shots beforehand to get the night started right.

You shut off your lights and closed your door quietly, tiptoeing down the steps so you wouldn’t wake either of your parents.

Once you got to the bottom, you halted in your spot when you saw your stepdad sitting on the couch with the TV on.

You thought he would have been asleep by now; he usually always was, but tonight, it was just your luck that he wasn’t.

You had hoped he might have gone to sleep watching TV, but your hopes quickly vanished when he turned his head in your direction after he heard the clank of your heels coming from upstairs.

You grimaced as you made eye contact with him he was the first to break it as he eyed your outfit up and down. “And where do you think you’re going young lady?” Grabbing the remote, he shuts off the TV, turning his attention to you instead.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Out,” you answered plainly, walking further into the living room so your mother couldn’t hear you both talk from upstairs.

He chuckles, obviously amused by your dismissive reply. “I can see that,” he replies, looking at you from head to toe, this time noting how revealing your clothes are. “Out where?” He cocks a brow slinging his arm over the back of the sofa.

“None of your business,” you say, clearly annoyed by him.

“I suppose it isn’t, but I’m sure your mom wouldn’t be happy if I just let you walk outside at midnight dressed like that.” he points to your clothing.

“First of all, I don’t care about what would make my mom happy, and second, how am I dressed exactly?” You twirled a piece of your hair, leaning against the wall, waiting for this interrogation to be over with.

“Don’t talk like that about your mom.” Your stepdad stood up facing you, acting like he was displeased by your words, but in reality, he didn’t care. “And as far as your outfit..” he paused shamelessly, looking you over, and damn, you looked so good. “Looks like you’re just begging to be fucked” he chuckled softly.

“And what if I am begging to be fucked?” You say in a sultry tone, and he smirks while shaking his head cause of your boldness.

“You’re not going out anywhere tonight. Just go back to your room and go to bed,” he ends it there, but you didn’t cause you were going out tonight, and that was final. You already had plans, and he wasn’t going to ruin them.

“You’re not even my real dad, so why do you care so much?” You say, getting agitated with him at this point.

“I don’t care. All I know is you’re not going out like that,” he swallows thickly, his eyes locked on your thighs. Your shorts hugged them so nicely that all he could think about was kissing, biting, and sucking on them before diving in and eating. Your pretty pussy, he knows it's pretty too. He can tell by the outline of your supple lips protruding out of your jean shorts.

You step towards him and poke him on his chest with your index finger. “Mind. Your. Business. Stepdad,” you said with each poke, putting emphasis on stepdad and letting him know he had zero say in what you did.

“Don’t provoke me.” he inhales a deep breath, trying to hold back. He could feel himself finally slipping after months of watching you prance around in the most revealing clothing you owned. He just couldn’t contain it anymore, especially with the way you were acting right now. He needed to fuck that nasty little attitude right out of you and show you that he was way more than just your stepdad.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You taunt, pushing his chest again to instigate him, seeing just how far he’d go. You’ve seen him staring at your private parts more times than you can count, and you were curious to know if he was ever going to act out on the things that you obviously knew he was thinking about you. “Spank me?” You giggle.

Whatever patience he had finally wore thin; there was no point in talking. He wasn’t gonna sit here and let you get away with this any longer. “As a matter of fact, I will bad little girls like you need to be taught a lesson…” before you have time to process his words, he’s throwing you over his shoulder effortlessly and landing a harsh spank on your ass as he takes you back upstairs to your room. “In private”

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[weirdkpopgirl]

Burden | Dream Reaction #11

Reaction: When their gf feels like a burden to them

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, dark thoughts, mental health issues

Word Count: 3593k

Author's Note: This reaction was requested by an anon, which I am very grateful for. I feel like the theme for this reaction is pretty common in my stories. So I tried my best to come up with different scenarios and not sound too repetitive. Writing this story made me think of how all the members of NCT Dream are such sweethearts, honestly. I hope you guys like this and please feel free to request more! Thank you for reading ^ ^

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MARK

Lately, there’s been this growing distance between you and Mark. You hated yourself for feeling this way because Mark was nothing short of the perfect boyfriend. He treated you with kindness and respect. He didn’t hesitate to show his feelings for you and cared for you in ways that no one else in your life has.

But you were someone who carried a lot of insecurities. Frequently, you found yourself pondering if you were truly worthy of Mark's affection. He was constantly busy with his back-and-forth schedules between 127 and Dream. Yet he still made the time to call you and ask how your day went. You felt like you didn’t deserve him. 

One evening, you were engaging in a deep conversation with Taeyong at the 127 dorm. As the leader figure of the group, you sometimes found yourself confiding in the male when it came to concerns about your relationship. Unbeknownst to you, Mark happened to be present at the dorm that evening, and as he walked down the hallway, he overheard your voice drifting from the living room. 

“I don’t know…Mark is so sweet and loving,” you spoke with uncertainty, as you held a couch pillow close to your chest.“Sometimes I can’t help but feel like I’m a burden to him.”

He observed Taeyong place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “(Y/n), you’re an amazing girlfriend and Mark cares about you a lot. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,” he tried to reassure you.

You let out a sigh, “I know…but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’ll never be good enough for him.”

Mark genuinely had no idea you were feeling this way. He’d stay up the rest night, replaying your words in his head. You were so important to Mark, and he couldn’t bear the thought of his life without you. Knowing that you felt so insecure saddened him deeply.

A few days later you received a text from Mark, asking you to meet him at the studio. The message felt somewhat random, but you headed to his company building, unsure of what to expect.

When you walked into the studio, Mark was sitting on the sofa with a guitar in hand. At first, you were confused until his fingers began strumming to a familiar tune.

“Oh, her eyes, her eyes make the stars look like they’re not shinin’. Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her trying,” he sang softly. “She’s so beautiful, and I tell her every day.”

 You couldn’t help but laugh, finding it almost surreal that Mark Lee was serenading you with a Bruno Mars song. But the charming smile on his lips didn’t leave as he finished the first verse.

“Yeah, I know, I know when I compliment her, she won’t believe me. 

And it’s so, it’s so sad to think that she don’t see what I see.”

His fingers continued to strum the instrument as he stood up and walked up to you, singing the chorus with heartfelt emotion.

“When I see your face, there’s not a thing I would change. Cause you’re amazing, just the way you are.” He gazed into your eyes, singing the lyrics with such love and admiration. “And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile. Cause girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.”

Your hands were clasped over your mouth, and tears glistened in your eyes as Mark sang the rest of the song. The raw emotion in his voice and the sweet lyrics touched you deeply, making this moment feel incredibly intimate. The romantic gesture felt so sudden, making you wonder what brought this all on.

After the song finished, Mark gently took your hand in his. “(Y/n), I heard you talking to Taeyong hyung the other day. And I wanted to let you know that you’re never a burden to me.”

You felt a mixture of surprise and gratitude, touched by his openness and the effort he took to address your concerns. The love in his eyes reaffirmed that he meant every word, and a sense of comfort washed over you as he held your hand, grounding you in the present moment.

"I cherish every part of you," Mark continued, his voice unwavering. "In good times and challenging ones, we're in this together. You can always lean on me. I'm here to support you through everything."

His words were like a warm embrace, wrapping around your heart and reaffirming the love you shared. In that moment, you knew that you were truly seen and valued by Mark, and your heart overflowed with love for this incredible person beside you.

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RENJUN

While you were in the kitchen preparing lunch, Renjun was relaxing in the living room. His group had just finished their promotional activities for their latest comeback, leaving him exhausted from the busy schedule. However, you became a bit flustered when you attempted to reach for an ingredient on a top shelf but found yourself unable to reach it.

Sighing in frustration, you stole a glance at Renjun, who was lying on the couch. Perhaps he could lend you a hand with this predicament. But as you started to hesitate when you approached him. His arm covered his eyes, as his chest slowly rose up and down with each slow breath he took. You didn’t want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful.

Renjun’s eyes slowly opened as he watched you walk away. Curious, he stood up from the couch and quietly followed you into the kitchen. The corner of his lips upturned in a small smile when he saw you struggle to get something from the cabinet.

When you felt Renjun extend his arm to retrieve the ingredient for you, you nearly jumped and turned around in surprise. 

Renjun looked at you endearingly and said, “You could’ve just asked me, (Y/n).”

“I know, but you were resting and I didn’t want to bother you,” you frowned. 

In response to this, Renjun planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “You could never bother me, darling,” he reassured, brushing away a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You blushed at his warm gesture and whispered a "thank you" before returning to what you were doing before. Renjun was truly a sweetheart, and his caring nature never failed to make you feel loved and appreciated.

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JENO

The day had been long and overwhelming. Honestly, you were just glad that it was almost over. All you wanted right now was to be in your boyfriend’s arms. However, when you entered the bedroom, you found Jeno engrossed in a videogame on his computer.

Approaching him quietly, you softly called his name. “Jeno-ssi.”

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, keeping his eyes focused on the screen in front of him.

You felt discouraged when you saw how concentrated he was on his game. Not wanting to bother him, you took a step back. “I—actually, never mind.”

Jeno caught the hesitance in your voice and spun around in his chair. Just as you were walking away, he reached to grab your hand.

“No, babe, what is it?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment now that you had his attention. Even if you tried to brush him off again, you knew he wouldn’t let you go.

“I was going to ask if we could cuddle. but I don’t want to distract you from your game,” you muttered, avoiding his gaze. You couldn’t help but feel silly for wanting something so seemingly small.

Jeno’s eyes softened at your words, and in the next second, you were being pulled into his lap. He loved nothing more than holding you in his arms and pressing kisses into your hair. The idea that you thought he would reject you, puzzled him.

“You can always ask me for cuddles, babe,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped securely around you. “I love being with you, and I don’t want you to feel like it’s a bother.”

You slowly smiled and allowed your head to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. His touch radiated so much comfort and warmth that it seemed to chase away any lingering insecurities or anxious thoughts from earlier. For the remainder of the night, he kept you in his lap as he played his game. Eventually, he retired from the computer and proceeded to cuddle you in the comforts of your bed. Jeno just loved being close to you and he wanted to ensure that you never felt like you were bothering him again.

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HAECHAN

Something didn’t feel right when Haechan entered your apartment. After sliding on the familiar gray slippers you always kept for him, he shuffled through the darkness of your living room. His feet padded down the hallway, guided by the faint glow of light escaping beneath your bedroom door. He paused outside the closed door. Apprehension filled him when he heard your shaky breathing.

Haechan swallowed nervously before raising his hand to the door and lightly tapping his knuckles against the wood. “(Y/n)?” he called out softly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

When he was met with an unsettling silence, his determination urged him to slowly turn the doorknob and gently push open the door. The second he stepped inside his eyes fell on you sitting at the foot of the bed with your head buried in your hands. His heart broke at the sight of your body visibly trembling.

Haechan knew you hated it whenever he found you in this state of vulnerability. When he was present, you often put on a brave face for him. You were always trying to maintain this cheerful facade, even when things were not okay. He understood the effort you made to protect him from your inner struggles. But the thought of you hurting weighed heavily on his heart.

With a small sigh, Haechan closed the door behind him. He noticed you tense up when he approached you cautiously.

“(Y/n),” he started to say, extending his hand towards you in a gesture of comfort.

But you shook your head vigorously and pulled away from him. “Please, just go away Hyuck. I don’t want to see me like this,” you pleaded.

His expression faltered at your attempt to push him away. He could sense the pain and he wasn’t going to let you face it alone.

“(Y/n), whatever it is…just let me be there for you,” he said.

But your head shook again, almost as if your brain was refusing to let Haechan’s words comfort you. Your fists repeatedly banged against your head, the pain momentarily numbing the overwhelming thoughts and emotions within you.

 “I’m a mess, Haechan. I’m broken and damaged,” you cried. “I’m…I’m nothing but a burden right now.”

Haechan’s eyes widened with panic and he firmly grabbed your wrists to stop your self-destructive actions. “Hey, hey, don’t hurt yourself,” he murmured, trying to calm you down. “Who put those thoughts in your head, huh?”

As more tears cascaded down your cheek, Haechan loosened his grip on one of your hands and gently brushed away the tears with his thumb. 

“Look at me, (Y/n),” Haechan whispered. He gently lifted your chin, locking your gaze with his. 

“You are not a burden, nor are you broken or damaged,” he said, caressing your cheek. “Please don’t believe those lies your mind tells you.”

His voice was filled with a seriousness that resonated deep within your heart. The tears slowed and your body gradually stopped shaking. Once he was sure you wouldn’t resist, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. His chin rested atop your head, providing security, while his fingers tenderly stroked your hair.

“I know it’s hard for you to see yourself the way I see you,” he continues. “But trust me when I say you’re the strongest person I know, (Y/n).”

The outside world receded as his words sank in. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and surrendered to his comforting embrace. No matter how frequently the inner demons resurfaced, Haechan remained steadfast in banishing them. Within his arms, you never felt safer.

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JAEMIN

Although you woke up this morning with a fever, that didn’t stop you from attending all your morning classes. It wasn’t that big of a deal, and you fully planned to spend the rest of the day in bed. However, when Jaemin sent a text asking if you wanted to come by his dance practice, you couldn’t turn him down. You also knew that if you told Jaemin you were sick, he’d get worried, and you didn’t want that.

Despite you not feeling your best, seeing Jaemin’s smile when you entered the practice room forced you to suck it up. The other members greeted you cheerfully, and their faces lit up when they spotted the bag of food in your hand.

“I missed you so much (Y/n),” Jaemin said. He spun you around in a hug that left you feeling a bit uneasy due to your headache. But you tried to push it off, not wanting to dampen the joyful atmosphere.

As you sat with the boys, you slowly started to realize that you weren't feeling any better. The fatigue and discomfort seemed to intensify, making it challenging to keep up with their energy.

Mark was the first to notice your lack of presence in the group. “Are you okay, (Y/n)? You look a little pale.”

“I—I’m fine. Just a little tired,” You mustered a weak smile as you gathered everyone’s trash to throw away. But as soon as you got up, the room started to spin. 

Jaemin and the others stood panicked when they saw you lose balance. Luckily, Jaemin reacted quickly and caught you when your vision blurred out. The next thing you knew, you woke up a few moments later, finding yourself resting on Jaemin’s lap.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” he scolded lightly, stroking your hair. “You scared me.”

Seeing the genuine concern in his eyes made you feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to be a burden to you,” you mumbled, slowly sitting up with Jaemin’s help.

Your boyfriend sighed and cupped your face in his hands. “No baby! You’re never a burden to me, especially when it comes to your health.”

Jaemin tried to convince you to go home, worried about your well-being. But you insisted on staying, wanting to support him. Throughout the rest of practice, he kept checking up on you. Despite some teasing and complaints from the other members about how disgusting and cute you guys were, you didn’t pay them much attention.

Seeing how much Jaemin cared for you and how attentive he was to your needs made you feel deeply loved and cherished.

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CHENLE

Gift-giving was Chenle’s love language, and it was something you still haven’t adjusted to. While you appreciated the thoughtfulness behind receiving flowers and stuffed animals from your boyfriend, you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. You didn’t like him frequently spending money on you when he could save it for something more important. At the end of the day, you understood that this was Chenle’s way of expressing his love and you didn’t want to diminish that. 

One afternoon, the two of you were at an outdoor mall on a date. The initial plan was just to do some window shopping. But there was a clothes shop place that Chenle suggested you guys check out. The two of you walked around the store for a bit and there was a dress that caught your eye. It was a simple plaid black dress adorned with white sleeves. The classic design exuded an elegance that matched your fashion style.

However, your interest was forgotten when you picked up the price tag. There was no way you were going to spend so much money on one dress. Chenle noticed your eyes widening and followed your gaze to the dress you were looking at.

“Oh, that would look so cute on you,” he remarked.

You smiled sheepishly and let go of the fabric. “Yeah, but it’s pretty expensive. I don’t think I should buy it.”

Chenle smiled and swung his arm around your shoulder. “Who says you’re buying the dress? Don’t worry baby, I got you.”

A frown immediately tugged at your lips. The idea of him paying already made you feel bad. Even if the dress was nice, you were perfectly fine with not having it. 

“Chenle, you don’t have to do that. I’m not worth this,” you said quietly. The carefree expression on Chenle’s face turned to one of confusion.

“What do you mean you’re not worth it?” he asked. “You’re worth every cent of my money and love.”

“But I don’t want to burden you,” you emphasized. “It’s just a dress Chenle, I don’t need it.”

Sighing softly, Chenle cupped your cheeks into his hands, making sure you were looking into his eyes. “Listen here future Mrs. Zhong, you are not a burden or anything of the sort. You’re worthy of anything in this world and I will prove it to you at any cost.”

His words caused heat to rise to your cheeks. But when you lowered your head in embarrassment, Chenle brought your face back up and kissed you. He couldn’t care less about the nearby customers who were now staring at you two.

Feeling even more flustered, you pulled away in surprise. “Zhong Chenle, you can’t just kiss me in front of all these people!”

“Well if you don’t want me to kiss you again, you’re going to come with me to check this out.” Your boyfriend smiled mischievously and took the dress off the rack.

Any more protests from you went ignored, as the boy was already taking your hand and leading you to the checkout area. Chenle was definitely something else, always managing to surprise you with his spontaneous and caring nature. But you were grateful to have such a loving boyfriend. You could always count on him to make you feel like the most special girl in the world.

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JISUNG

He was just roaming around your apartment as you were in the kitchen making instant ramen for the two of you. It was Jisung’s second time visiting, and he wanted to become more familiar with your living space. He wandered into the bedroom, instantly picking up on how everything was so neat and tidy. He smiled when he spotted a framed picture of him on your nightstand. Seeing the photograph there filled him with warmth, knowing that you held him close to your heart.

However, he also noticed a small black journal on your nightstand. Curious, he picked up the object and opened it absentmindedly. His eyes quickly widened in horror as he read the top words on the second page. 

It was a list of the things you didn't like about yourself. His heart sank as he saw pages filled with bullet points, each one representing the insecurities you carried within. Dread filled him as he skimmed over the reasons that varied from your looks to what you perceived as flaws.

What hurt him the most was the last one on the bottom, which said: “I am a burden to everyone around me.” The weight of those words hit him like a tidal wave, leaving his heart heavy with a mix of sadness and anguish. 

“Jisung what are you—” You entered the room, wondering what he was doing in here.

Your body froze when you saw the notebook clutched tightly in his hands. The sight immediately filled you with panic, uncertain of how much he read. 

Jisung glanced up, looking like he was about to cry. “(Y/n), do you really think you’re a burden?”

The sadness in his tone only confirmed your fears and caused a wave of vulnerability to wash over you. You took a hesitant step closer, wanting to reach out and comfort him, yet also feeling exposed and uncertain of how to respond. But when tears began to spill out of Jisung’s eyes, you rushed to his side.

“Baby I—” You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat.

"Was there something I did or said to make you think that?" He fretted, his brows furrowing with genuine concern.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around him. “No, you didn’t do anything Jisungie. It’s just me that’s the problem.”

Hearing your confession only made him feel worse. The realization that you had been struggling with these feelings of, and he didn’t know killed him. As your boyfriend, he felt responsible for not being there to show how much you meant to him.

“(Y/n), I…I love you so much,” Jisung cried, his voice muffled against your shirt. “You’re never a burden to me or…or anyone. Please don’t think that way.”

You slowly exhaled, offering soothing pats on the boy’s back as you tried to comfort him. Seeing how deeply upset Jisung was about this surprised you. It took a few minutes for you to get him to stop crying. You rocked him back and forth in your embrace, pressing kisses into his hair and whispering apologies. Once he calmed down, you promised Jisung you’d work on being less critical of yourself and be more open about your feelings with him.

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[tkaulitzlvr]

Can you maybe write 2010 toms reaction and hc's for the reader being pregnant?

UNEXPECTED - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you have to tell tom some unexpected news, and his reaction isn’t what you had hoped for.

content: angst

a/n: thank you so much for the request, i am so bad at head canons so i just did a fic, i hope that’s okay!!

my hands shakily clutched at the test, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks as i hoped that somehow, my eyes were deceiving me. positive, the test reads, the eight letters staring back at me, reminding me over and over that they are very real, and i can’t back out of this.

tom and i were always careful, using protection every time we had sex to stop things like this from happening. we were young and foolish, as every 21 year old is, not ready to welcome a child of our own into the world, the thought of it scaring me so much, never thinking that it would become a reality so soon. it wasn’t that we didn’t ever want kids, but tom was constantly on tour, away from home for weeks and though i always went with him, it just wouldn’t be right to take a child with us. we had always discussed starting a family, both of us coming to the mutual conclusion that now just wasn’t the right time.

which is what terrified me even more, tom’s reaction worrying me as i just couldn’t guess what it would be. he was currently at the studio with the band, and he would be home any minute now, evening dawning over us as he had no idea of the news i was about to bring to him.

i sat on the couch, the test stuffed into the back pocket of my jeans, my eyes fixed on whatever was on the tv, but my mind was elsewhere, waiting for the door to open and tom to walk through it, praying that he wouldn’t freak out. there was no time left to just hope, the door handle turning as tom steps through, baggy jacket clad to his figure, reminding me just how cold it is outside. he takes his shoes off, announcing a quick “i’m home my love”, before entering the living room, a smile appearing on his face once he sees me.

he walks towards the sofa, sitting down beside me and embracing me in a hug. my body begins to shake as i can no longer hold back the tears, tom noticing and quickly pulling away, studying my face and the sorrow etched upon it.

“baby, what’s wrong?” he replies, concerned, holding my face and kissing my forehead, attempting to wipe the tears as he awaits my response.

“you promise you won’t get mad?” i manage to let out between sobs, my words almost inaudible, yet he clearly understands what i say, his eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“what? why would i be mad? you can tell me anything, you know that.” he says, much more composed than i am, his heart aching to see me in this state. “now what’s wrong? please, talk to me schatz.”

my eyes meet his for the first time, bloodshot and glassy, whilst his hurriedly scan my face, the worry only increasing in his own as every second passes that i don’t confess. i can’t bring myself to say the two words “i’m pregnant”, because the second i do, it will truly become real, my mind in some twisted sort of denial, telling myself that if i don’t admit it, it will somehow go away. so, instead of saying what is wrong, i decide to show him, reaching hesitantly into my back pocket and placing the pregnancy test in his hands.

he looks downwards, finally seeing the reason why i am so upset. his body tenses up, his mouth hanging open in shock the only thing he is able to do. i cant tell if he is happy, excited, or completely angry, all i know is that he cannot believe his eyes. the tears continue to spill down my cheeks, praying that he will reassure me that everything will be okay, but the twisting feeling in my stomach provides me with the terrifying realisation that i’m not going to receive that comfort.

“please say something.” i whisper, my voice shaky as he still hasn’t moved or even looked at me, his eyes fixed on the pregnancy test in his palm of his hands.

“is this real?” he mutters, refusing to look at me, his hands trembling a little.

“it’d be a pretty fucked up joke tom.” i reply, angry at his ridiculous question but not in any position to consider causing an argument, knowing that is the last thing i need right now.

“i just- i don’t know what to say. i’m not ready for this.” he confesses, finally looking upwards as his gaze meets mine, his eyes now glazed with tears, yet he isn’t sad - i see a glare within them that cannot be mistaken for anything else but anger.

“i’m not either tom, you know this. i don’t know what to do.” i put my head in my hands, sobbing even more now, my breathing fast and irregular. my mind longs for any sort of comfort from him, even a little reassurance, a half-hearted ‘it’s gonna be okay’, even though it would be a lie, it would be the most perfect one he ever told, because it would give me a million times more consolation than i am receiving right now. but he stays silent, biting his lip, almost as if he is stopping himself from truly speaking his mind.

“i can’t do this.” he finally says, standing up and walking out of the living room, exiting the house as he closes the front door behind him with a slam.

my breathing begins to quicken, my heart rate increasing as the worst possible scenario is suddenly becoming true in front of my eyes. if me finding out that i was pregnant wasn’t enough, tom leaving only placed the cherry on my cake, a sickening sense of guilt now punching me in the gut, stabbing a knife in the wound as i begin to feel nothing but completely stupid for letting this happen, blaming it all on myself. my sobs are muffled within my hands as my head rests there, my entire body trembling as i long to be in his arms, him telling me that it would be okay, that we would get through this. instead, the cold air is my only company, leaving me in it’s icy embrace, giving me the constant reminder that i am alone.

it is this reminder that sticks with me until my eyes begin to feel heavy, my body falling into a deep sleep, providing me with a temporary distraction from reality.

warm hands. two large, warm hands are what wake me from my sleep as they caress my face gently, contrasting with the coldness of the entire house.

“love?” i hear a familiar voice whisper, finally opening my eyes to see tom kneeled beside me, his own bloodshot from crying.

“why are you here?” i ask, anger quickly filling my veins, the reminder of how quickly he left, betrayed me like it was nothing, flooding my memory.

“i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have left like that. i was just so shocked, and i backed out, and i shouldn’t have. we can talk about this, if you’re ready to.” he softly says as i sit up, moving his hands off my face.

“you left me.” i mutter, the tears already threatening to fall. “i wanted your support, and you left me. you fucking left me when i needed you most! do you know how shitty that feels? all day, i’ve felt guilty, and i find the courage to tell you and then you fucking bail on me?”

“i know and i’m so sorry my love. i didn’t expect it, i reacted in the wrong way-”

“what you think i did expect it? you think i’ve been throwing up for the past two weeks and i wanted it to happen? do you know how hard it’s been to hide my suspicions, because i didn’t want to scare you until i knew for sure, and then you run away because you didn’t expect it? the one time, the one time i fucking need you here and you leave me.” i sob, my voice breaking as i shake my head, standing up and walking away, tom quickly following me to the kitchen where i stand, my front against the counter, head in my hands.

he says nothing, but wraps his arms around my waist from behind, his thumbs running along my stomach comfortingly, lips pressing small kisses on my shoulder as i slowly begin to calm down. we both stand in silence, tom never loosening his hold on me, finally speaking up once my breathing has slowed a little.

“i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry. you didn’t deserve that at all. i promise you, i’ll never leave you like that again, not for a second.” he whispers, turning me around so that my chest is flush against his, his arms securely around my waist.

“why did you do that tom? you have no idea how scared i am.” i say, my words slightly muffled as my head is buried into his t-shirt, my arms clinging onto his neck.

“ i’m so sorry. i’m sorry.” he keeps repeating, kissing my forehead over and over between his words, never once letting go of me.

“what are we going to do?” i sigh, appreciating the fact that we have made up, but knowing that it doesn’t change the situation or make the reality any easier to swallow.

“i don’t know baby, i don’t know. but whatever you decide, i’ll be right here, always. i promise, i’ll always be here.” he affirms, and the sincerity of his voice tells me that i can believe every single one of his words.

“i love you tom.” i say, the words slipping from my mouth naturally as they are the only ones that come to mind.

“i love you too.”

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[avocado-writing]

Hello, hope you're doing okay! 😊

About that good omens requests 👀 how about reader finding out Crowley has been living in his car so they offer for him to move in? At first it's all awkward but they quickly fall in a weirdly domestic routine?

Would also love to see Aziraphale's reaction when he finds out the two has been living together. 😀

notes: avo don’t mention bakeoff in a fic challenge level impossible

pairing: crowley x reader

rating: T

Day 1:

“Your car?! Crowley, you can’t be serious.”

He’s certain he’s told you about his living situation. Well. He was certain. You’re looking at him now with such horror it’s like he kicked a puppy in front of you, and he wonders if perhaps he let it slip his mind. 

“I don’t have the flat any more, do I? Where else am I meant to go?”

You open your mouth to retort and then realise… where can he go? Aziraphale’s? God, you love the angel, he’s one of the best friends you have — but he is a bit obtuse when it comes to social things. And you’re not sure Crowley actually has any money, so he can’t rent anywhere else to live. 

Well, no matter. You shan’t let it stand for a moment more. 

“You’re moving in.”

“What?!” he looks appalled. You put your hands on your hips. 

“I’ll have no complaining, Crowley. That car is not a home. You’re coming to live with me.”

You’ve been with Crowley for a couple of months now. This is perhaps expediting the process of a relationship - the moving in stage usually takes a bit longer - but you’re pretty sure this constitutes an emergency. He is, for all intents and purposes, homeless. 

Besides, having a live-in boyfriend might be nice. He could make you tea. 

So that evening finds the two of you unloading his few possessions from the car and finding space for them in the flat. He takes a long while to work out where the best place is for his house plants, but eventually the two of you are left sitting on the couch surrounded by your joint belongings. 

“Would you like a room to yourself? The spare is my office at the moment, but I can always move my desk into my bedroom.”

“Do you want me to have a room to myself?” he asks, arching an eyebrow over his sunglasses. 

“Well, no, I want you to share the double with me—”

“Then there’s no conflict of interest, is there?”

You smile and he kisses you. 

Day 2:

It doesn’t feel strange, waking up with him next to you. He’s slept over a couple of times at this point. What does feel odd is the way he doesn’t head off as you start to make breakfast, instead he asks to borrow a towel and use the shower. 

He doesn’t even have any bloody towels, you think, but acquiesce to his request. 

He spends a lot of time in the shower. You’re not sure how hot he has it running, but by the end of the affair steam is leaking out from the gap between the bathroom door and your stone tiling. When he emerges with the towel wrapped up on his head, it is with a billow of clouds. 

“Have you turned the extractor fan on?” 

“Hmm?” he asks, looking up from drying his hair. He hasn’t manifested anything on his body, so he’s smooth as a Barbie doll - it’s a bit disconcerting just having him stand there like that. You try not to look at the featureless mound. 

“Extractor fan!”

He sighs and moseys back into the bathroom, walking into the wall a little where his glasses have fogged up. 

As you watch your flat fall foul to condensation, you consider that this might take some adjustment. 

Day 3:

“Bake-off tonight.”

“Must we?”

“We must.”

Crowley groans and flops onto the sofa. It occurs to you that you’ve never actually seen him sit. He’s always flopping, like everything is constantly far too much effort for him. 

“Please, it’s a show made with the sole purpose of torturing me. It’s so… twee.”

“Well buckle in, matey. We have ten weeks of it.”

“Ugh.”

“You can go and read in the bedroom if you prefer.”

“Fine. I will.”

But he doesn’t move an inch and complains throughout the whole program. However he does swing his legs up onto yours for comfort. 

Day 7:

You’re falling into a routine. 

You wake up, perform your ablutions in the bathroom, then start on breakfast. The sound of the kettle lures him out of bed and into the shower. He spends so long in there you don’t bother making him a drink, instead you wait until he deems it fit to emerge and he reboils the leftover water. He takes his coffee black and the two of you chat about your plans for the day. 

Unfortunately you have to work. You have a pretty well-paying job so the slightly increased energy bill and thoroughly increased water bill aren’t too much of an issue, but it does mean you can’t spend as much time with him as you’d like. 

At least the flat is always spotless, though. To be fair to him he is an efficient housekeeper. There’s always a new configuration for the plants, too, as if botanical feng shui is all he does while you’re away. 

It’s nice. It’s… domestic. And it’s utterly Crowley. 

Day 30:

His belongings are mingling with yours now. Combined bookshelves with his new purchases. His record player set up on your side table with a mix of records. He has a special blend of tea which sits right next to your earl grey, and a single black mug which stands out against the rainbow of your collection. 

At night he wraps around you and tangles his legs with yours. His hand slides onto the plain of your stomach and you thread your fingers through his while he feels you breathe. 

He no longer wears his sunglasses around the flat. 

It is wonderful. 

He still claims not to like Bake-off. 

Day 45:

“Crowley? Why can I smell burning?”

You know he’s opening his mouth to lie, deciding against it, and instead making the choice not to say anything at all. Bracing yourself, you walk into the kitchen. 

“Oh! Crowley…”

“Not a word,” he says, trying to finish the decoration on the chocolate cake. It stands three tiers tall and, though the kitchen is a mess and he is somehow covered with buttercream, you can tell he’s actually pretty proud of himself. One last squeeze of the icing bag and he’s done, triumphant and grinning at his creation. 

“Why all this?” you ask. He shrugs. 

“You said the cakes looked good on Bake-off last night. Figured they couldn’t be that hard to do.”

“And do you still stand by that assessment?” you wipe some icing off of the tip of his nose. 

“Just eat the bloody cake.”

You laugh, and you do. It’s delicious. But not as delicious as the kiss he gives you. 

Day 64:

“You’re living together?!”

You peer up at Aziraphale from over the top of your novel, then exchange a glance with Crowley.

“Well, yes.”

“For a couple of months now actually, angel.”

“You never told me!”

You’re certain you did, but don’t object. He’ll get all persnickety if you do. 

“Did you not think it was strange we always took the Bentley ‘home’ together?” is what you say instead. “And that we always arrive at the same time, too?”

Aziraphale fumbles for words and comes up empty. He settles on:

“Hmm. Well, I expect to be invited over for dinner.”

“Of course. Crowley will make dessert.”

The angel’s eyes light up, and Crowley looks at you as if you’ve cursed him. 

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[raineandsky]

A Date in Exchange

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7)

Oh goddamnit, why.

The villain can see the familiar car turning down the road towards them. They tip their head down in the vain hope that they’ll go unnoticed, and somehow it works—the car streaks past them, and they thank god that they don’t have to deal with that.

Thanking god, it turns out, means jack shit when the person they’re avoiding is the hero. The car appears next to them again not even five seconds later, having somehow turned around to trail after them.

“Get in,” the hero demands through the open window. The villain turns to give them a hearty scowl.

“I did that once and look how that turned out.” They pick up the pace—not that it gets them any further away. “No.”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to you.” The car mounts the pavement, alarmingly close to the villain and cutting off their path. They leap back slightly at the blatant crime, startled. “Just get in.”

The villain leans down to swing the door open with an irritated huff. “If you try to arrest me for showing you up in front of your parents I’ll be pissed.”

-

“I thought you were telling them we’re breaking up,” the villain points out indignantly, and the hero sighs tiredly.

“I tried, but you, of all people, made a good impression on them,” The hero’s gaze is locked out of the window as they drive, but it feels like they’d avoid the villain’s eye even if they weren’t on the road, “despite the fact I had to stop you from robbing them blind.”

“You knew who you were inviting in.”

“I told my mother that you’d embarrassed me and that I was leaving you,” the hero continues, pointedly ignoring their comment, “and she almost cried. You almost had my poor mother in tears because she liked you so much that the idea of us breaking up hurt her.”

“Your life isn’t meant to revolve around what your parents want,” the villain says tightly.

“It doesn’t. My so-called dating life that exists purely to sate them does, though.” The hero pulls over at the side of the road. “So we’re still doing this. Next time we see each other I’ll be decking you in the face or holding your hand or something gross. I really hope it’s the former.”

-

Much to the hero’s visible dismay, it is not the former.

“You’ve captured their hearts a little too much,” they tell the villain from their doorway. “It seems I’ve made a bit of a huge mistake doing this with you.”

“That’s what you get for trying to get me to do anything for you. Am I coming in or what?”

They step back to let the villain inside, catching a glimpse of the paper bundle in their hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh, these?” The villain holds up their gift—a bouquet of red, orange, and yellow flowers, their shades an exact match to those on the hero’s uniform. “Just a declaration of admiration to my beloved.”

“Oh, how thoughtful,” the hero snaps sarcastically. “Thank you.”

With a flick their bin opens, and the flowers are dumped head first inside. “My parents are constantly asking what you’re up to and why they don’t get to see any pictures of us.” The hero starts the trek to the living room, where they’ve already set up a realistic looking chess board, mid-game.

They pause when they find themself walking alone. They glance back to where the villain is still standing in the foyer, staring at the bin. “Did you hear anything I just said?”

“Huh?” is the answer they get, and they tut as the villain finally starts after them.

“You’ll need to come here once a week, and we’ll get some pictures to convince my parents that this is actually happening.”

The villain frowns. “What if I just left you in the shit? Didn’t come? Told your parents who you’re supposedly dating? Told them it was all fake?”

“Because I’m about to let you get away with a hell of a lot of crime if you don’t.”

The hero settles on the sofa, beckoning for the villain to sit with them. “Fine,” the villain spits a little harshly, “‘cause I’m not doing this for free.”

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(Part 4)

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 28

It was a Sunday afternoon, it had been nine days since the attack on the school.

Jeremy’s funeral was held a few days ago, all the teachers made it along, even Chris was there as well, to pay his respects. It had been a lovely funeral, as lovely as funerals could be, anyway.

The school was re-opening tomorrow, Loki and Claire were looking forward to getting back into it. Yet they were worried about how the students would react, if they’d be ok or not. There was of course the slight worry about another attack, but there hadn’t been anymore sightings of any hunters since, and Chris assured Loki he was pretty confident they wouldn’t be bothered again.

Loki was round at Claire’s flat, they had decided to have a date night so were going out for dinner and a few drinks before going to the cinema. Though nothing too rambunctious, since they had work the next day.

Claire was just getting ready in her bedroom while Loki was sitting on the sofa watching TV in the living room, waiting for her.

‘Alright, I’m ready.’ Claire announced as she emerged from the bedroom.

Loki turned the TV off and stood, as he turned to face her he paused, his eyes boldly looking up and down her body.

‘Everything ok?’ Claire asked.

‘You’re just so gorgeous, and I can’t believe you’re mine.’ Loki purred as he crossed the room to her, noticing her cheeks turning red as he embraced her around the waist and pulled her in close to his body.

She was wearing a dark blue strapless dress that went down to just above her knees, with a black cardigan over the top, the dress was really nice, though it wasn’t too fancy since they were just going to the cinema and their favourite pub.

Loki was wearing a light blue shirt with dark jeans, so that’s why Claire had picked blue. So they could match a little.

‘Perhaps we could just stay in, instead.’ Loki said mischievously as he slid one hand lower down, to firmly grab her ass.

Claire let out a squeak and giggled. ‘Behave, you!’ She reached down and retaliated by smacking his ass, he dropped his hold on her momentarily so she could escape, she skipped off to the door to put on her jacket.

‘You little minx.’ He growled and stalked after her.

She grinned at him as he put on his leather jacket and they headed out together, hand in hand.

They walked to the pub since it wasn’t far, then the cinema wasn’t too far from the pub either. It was a nice evening anyway, now that the snow was all gone and it was beginning to get a little milder as spring grew ever closer.

‘You staying at mine tonight?’ Loki asked as they walked along.

‘Is that an invitation?’ Claire smirked at him.

‘You know you’re welcome whenever and for as long as you want.’ Loki grinned.

They spent more or less every night with each other, usually at Loki’s place since he had Bat to care for. Though the occasional night was spent at Claire’s if they left in the evening after Bat’s supper.

‘Although, I do feel a kidnapping is in order tonight if you decline said invitation. Because I really need to see how that dress would look on my bedroom floor.’

Claire nearly tripped over her own feet at his words, luckily Loki kept her upwards since they were holding hands. He laughed at her clumsiness, though knew it was partly his fault.

‘Would it really be a kidnapping though, if I’m there willingly?’ Claire laughed.

Loki scrunched his mouth up and bobbed his head from side to side for a moment in thought. ‘Nah, I suppose not.’

Claire wrapped her arms around Loki’s arm instead as they walked. ‘If I go down tonight, you’re going down with me. So behave yourself.’ She laughed.

‘I am always on my best behaviour.’ Loki scoffed.

‘Yeah, of course you are.’ Claire nudged him.

When they got to the pub, it wasn’t too busy so they didn’t have a problem getting a table. They ordered food and started on the drinks. Loki noticed that the waiter who came over for their order just constantly looked at Claire, didn’t even give Loki a second glance. Even while Loki spoke, he just looked at his notepad and Claire.  

Loki wasn’t really one to get overly jealous, but he felt an odd sense of possessiveness wash over him that he hadn’t really felt before. He was just some guy that liked the look of Claire… Though that rubbed Loki up the wrong way. He could tell that he was a vampire, a younger one that clearly didn’t respect the fact Claire was claimed. Even though it was so obvious to all vampires, they could tell by her smell.

‘Going out anywhere nice tonight? You look beautiful.’ The waiter asked when he returned with the food, he glanced at Loki but then focused back on just Claire.

Claire was about to respond, but Loki jumped in.

‘Heading straight home after we eat, we’ve got lots to get on with in the bedroom. Haven’t we, MY dear?’ Loki said firmly.

The waiter looked at Loki with an eyebrow up, looking a little startled at Loki’s statement.

‘We do.’ Claire agreed, finding it a little amusing that Loki was obviously annoyed at the guy. ‘Lots of 69’ing. Maybe a bit of doggy style, too? Or we could try out some new positions while you feed from me…’

Loki laughed, he hadn’t expected her to come out with that so boldly. Though it was glorious, the waiter’s cheeks turned bright red and he swiftly left.

‘My my, darling. Where’s that boldness come from?’

Claire shrugged. ‘I know by your reaction he was a vampire, and not respecting the whole claiming thing, right?’

Loki nodded. ‘Sometimes the younger vampires don’t respect a vampire’s mate and try their luck. Usually, they get a beating up from the vampire and it teaches them the lesson pretty quickly and they don’t do it again.’

‘Well, I’d say embarrassing him has done the trick, too.’ Claire giggled.

‘Now I really wish we had stayed home. 69’ing sounds delightful.’ Loki growled low and licked his lips at her.

‘Calm down boy, we’ve still got a film to get through first.’

Loki grumbled in response to that.

Before they left the pub, the waiter hadn’t been back over to their table at all. Another waiter had taken over, but Loki went up to the bar where the original waiter was working. Loki leaned across the bar and motioned for him to lean in too.

The waiter looked really sheepish as he leaned in slowly, very wary of Loki.

‘A little word of advice. You pull that shit on another vampire’s mate, they might not be quite so polite. Respect your fellow vampire. It’s bad enough out here without vampires being against one another.’ Loki growled lowly at him.

The waiter nodded quickly and scurried backwards from him.

‘Well, Mr possessive tonight, aren’t ya?’ Claire said to Loki when they stepped outside, she instantly clung to his arm again.

‘I get the feeling you don’t seem to mind that so much…’ Loki said as he sniffed at her.

‘You’re such a pervy dog.’ Claire laughed.

‘It’s clear for the nose to smell, darling. You like Mr possessive.’ He smirked down at her.

Claire said nothing as she tried to hide the blush on her cheeks as they headed to the cinema.

When they got there, of course they went to get popcorn straight away after getting their tickets. Loki stood behind Claire while they waited in the queue, he had his chin resting on top of her head and his arms were wrapped around her waist. Every so often he bumped in against her bum.

‘You really do wish we’d stayed home, don’t you?’ Claire said quietly.

‘Of course.’ Loki nodded.

They both got different flavor popcorn, Loki managed to keep himself in check when they went through to the screening.

‘This is going to be all gone before the movie even starts.’ Claire said as she stuffed some popcorn into her mouth.

‘Well, it certainly will be if you’re stuffing your face with it already, we’ve not even sat down yet.’

Claire stuck her tongue out at him.

‘You could put that tongue to much better use, love.’ Loki said suggestively as he wiggled his eyebrows.

They got comfortable in their seats, right at the back of the cinema in the centre, so they had the perfect view.

Loki was cheeky and kept stealing Claire’s popcorn, even though he had his own toffee popcorn.

‘I thought you didn’t want salt popcorn?’ She narrowed her eyes at him.

He shrugged and stole a few more from her with a cheeky smirk. She just rolled her eyes and laughed.

When the film finally started after all the adverts, Claire pointed out that Loki had almost finished all of his popcorn. Hers of course, was demolished.

Loki shrugged. ‘They add more adverts every damn time.’  

They settled down to watch the film, Claire put her head on Loki’s shoulder. The film was good, though halfway through, Loki’s hand started wandering.

At first, it was innocent enough. Just landing on her thigh over her dress, his thumb gently caressing her, though that was bad enough of a distraction for her. Then he got a little daring…

He slid her dress up a little and snuck his hand under, he slowly moved further up between her legs. She tried closing her thighs, but he pinched her inner thigh which made her gasp quietly and her legs flew open. She glared at him, but just got a cheeky smirk in response that made her smile as she shook her head at his antics.

She wasn’t overly surprised that he was trying something, since he had been in a mischievous mood all evening so far.

Loki let his hand linger between her thighs, quite far up, for a little while. He bided his time before going further, tugging at her knickers to get his sly fingers inside them. Claire grabbed his arm for something to hold onto, she knew things was about to get interesting.

‘Seriously? Here?’ She whispered to him with a laugh.

He didn’t respond vocally, just with one of his seductive winks and he put his finger up to his mouth to hush her.

She grumbled under her breath. Though her finger nails dug into his arm when he slowly started stroking her, not at all surprised that she was already a little aroused from his teasing.

He teased through her folds, just slowly, like they were taking a leisurely stroll through the park. Though as soon as he began gently rubbing her clit, that’s when she really started squirming and clamped her thighs together, but that just trapped Loki’s hand there and he continued his teasing.

She let go of his arm with one hand and brought it up to her mouth so she could bite down on the back of it, trying to keep herself as quiet as possible.

‘I’m the one that normally does the biting.’ Loki whisper-growled into her ear, making her shiver.

Loki kept slowly stroking her clit, and Claire wasn’t sure how she was going to be able to stop herself from making a noise. It was so difficult. Even though the screening wasn’t busy, there was still people dotted around that would hear her. She was also sure that if any of them were vampires, they’d be able to smell her. Since their smell was so damn strong as Loki kept telling her.

‘Lokiiii.’ She whined to him quietly.

He chuckled wickedly and leaned in closer to her, his breath danced against her ear as he carefully slid a finger into her, curling it against her g spot as his thumb wreaked chaos on her clit still.

‘Cum for me, my good little vampire slut.’ He whispered.

Cum she did. It washed over her like a tsunami of pleasure, leaving her tingling and feeling floaty. She only just managed to keep quiet, biting quite hard on her hand to muffle herself.

‘Good girl.’ Loki purred to her.

When he slowly removed his hand from between her thighs, he licked his fingers clean and moaned quietly to her.

‘Much better than any popcorn.’ He whispered.

When the film eventually ended, Claire was SO relieved. She practically dragged Loki out of the screen and towards the taxi rank.

‘What’s the rush, darling?’ Loki asked in a teasing tone.

‘You know exactly what the rush is!’

Loki chuckled as they reached the taxi rank. ‘You were rather squirmy for the duration of the film. Ants in your pants?’

Claire just glared at him in response and shoved him into the nearest taxi.

[ramayantika]

Usha Lakshmi Gargi Ratri Saraswati Rati

Aditi

It's 9am. I am at my father's place for my Godh bharai ceremony, now widely referred to as baby shower parties. I still prefer to use Godh bharai instead of baby shower. Godh bharai means to fill the lap of the mother-to-be with abundance. She is gifted with sarees, jewellery fruits, baby toys, baby clothes and lots of blessings for the upcoming newborn.

I am standing in front of the mirror. This is the same mirror where my mother used to get ready for school. She was a teacher. This is the same mirror where she used to tie my plaits for school, and this was the same mirror where I pretended to be a 90s bollywood heroine in my teens. This is the same mirror where I got ready for one last time before leaving my parents house as a bride. Now, I am back here as an expectant mother.

Maa passed away two years ago. After I got married, she would constantly pester me with questions about her future grandchildren though in a teasing and light hearted way. She was the first one who advised me to have kids when my husband and I felt ready for it instead of giving in to pressure and conceiving right away.

But look how fate played its move. My mother passed away and I couldn't even give her the happy news. Sometimes I wish I had conceived early so my mother could have seen her grandchildren. She could be with me and witness the journey of my motherhood. But she isn't alive. Maybe she is around me, and her energy still exists around my house, around this mirror, but she isn't standing here in flesh and blood. She will never touch my pregnant stomach and feel this little one's kicks. She can't compliment my pregnancy glow on my face.

I have a lovely mother-in-law. She has treated me like the daughter she never had. She has taken care of me all this while. I remember her excited little jump in the living room when I broke the news that I am pregnant. She hugged me tight and touched my flat stomach and clearly instructed, "No more moving around much. Whatever you need, whatever weirdest strangest craving you get, you will call my son, and if that idiot makes a face, immediately call for me!"

Baba was ecstatic on getting to know that he was going to be a grandfather. He wished me well, but just before ending the call, he said, "I wish your mother was here too. She would have been so happy to see her little girl be a mother." That day, I had shed a few tears while looking at my mother's photograph.

"Beta, are you ready? Pandit ji has arrived," Baba says, standing at the doorway. His eyes for a brief moment drift down at my heavy seven month stomach. I smile and say, "Baba, chill. I am carrying your grandson. You don't have to be this awkward."

He laughs and scratches his head. "Yes, I get it. Now, come down." He lends his arm and looks at me. I hear him slowly mutter under his breath. "Kash Anju hoti..." Anjana, my mother.

Everybody stop their chitter chatter and fix their gaze on me. My friends and cousin sisters, clear up the sofa and make space for me to sit. My eyes move to my husband who is staring at me just the way he saw me during our first date. Damn, am I looking this beautiful even now? He quickly comes near me and kisses my cheek, whispering, "You look lovely, meri jaan. I hope this little munchkin did not trouble you inside."

Giggling quietly, I reply, "Not at all. No morning sickness today and no Ronaldo kicks to trouble this beautiful mummy."

I hear my father clear his throat which makes my husband jerk away from me causing me to breakdown into laughter again.

An hour has passed. Pandit ji got over with the puja. Everyone has started gifting me things the baby and me. My father-in-law gifted me a beautiful pink saree which I am hundred percent sure that this was mummy ji's choice. He also places a baby shirt on my lap. He wants a grandson, I have always known this.

Next, I see mummy ji come and place a fruit basket and a cute baby frock on my lap. Now, she never had her own daughter, so she wants a granddaughter. Baba joins next and gifts me a salwar suit and books for alphabets and numbers. He wants the child to be a genius. He then opens a bag, and looks at the package. It looks old -- maybe a year or two. His eyes fill with emotion, as he places them on my lap. "Your mother had bought it much before and had even gift-wrapped it. Maybe she knew..... Open it afterwards." He lovingly pats my head.

My friends and other older women whisper blessings and fun teasing rhymes for the baby. Some of my friends dance on bollywood songs for a while. The environment feels blissful. Absolutely perfect.

"Am I late to bless the new mother-to-be?" I hear a voice from behind. Turning back, I see a beautiful lady in a green kanjeevaram saree. Her hair was elegantly donned in a bun adorned with a gajra. She looked old like around mummy ji's age, but her face, her aura felt different. Something godly.

I look at everyone. Nobody looks at this new lady. They wave at me, but don't even bat an eyelid at the woman behind me as if she is invisible to them. Confused, I ask, "Auntie, I am very sorry. I can't recognize you. Mummy ji hasn't told me anything about you."

"Would you want a poetic introduction or a straightforward one?"

Mentally I responded to her question with huh???? I answered with a sheepish smile, "A straightforward one would be good for now."

The woman laughs and answers, "Straight to the point then. Devamata Aditi."

I was almost about to drop the saree I was holding in my hand. Stuttering, I ask, "Dev- devamata. The mother of the Gods. A-aditi. A goddess."

Devamata sits beside me, and holds my hands. Maternal warmth fuses in her touch. "Well, I also have to bless new mothers now. You all are bringing new souls to this mortal realm. It's a big job!"

I can feel my cranial nerves shortcircuit. I am dreaming right? Right? This can't be true! The hormones have messed up my head. I am seeing things which also explains why none of my family members nor the guests are seeing Aditi.

"Relax, my child. I am really Aditi, and you are perfectly same. Devamata can always cast her illusion around. Come on, my son Vishnu, your favourite God does it half of the time." She hugs me gently. I feel warm loving maternal energy surround me and around my unborn baby. It feels as if maa is here.

Devamata touches my chin and says, "I know you miss your mother. Her soul is eternal, and souls always come back. Stories go on."

She places a lovely green saree on my lap. The borders are embroidered with golden threads. The glitter on the saree looks like twinkling stars. A fabric stitched from the Universe itself!

"Blessings from a mother to another one. May your child be born with good health and be surrounded with infinite love and happiness, dear one." She pats my back just like my mother used to do whenever I had any important event. My eyes moisten at the corners in happiness.

"Thank you, Maa." I hug her tighter.

****** ******* ***** ********* ******** ****** ****

2 months later

"Ma'am please, one last push. You can do it. The baby needs just one last push." I hear the doctor's instructions, but I am too tired. The room feels dazed. My eyes are heavy. I just want to sleep.

A soft warm hand on my forehead draws me away from going into tired slumber. I blink and look at the person, thinking it to be one of the doctors on the team.

Only, it is not a doctor. It's the universal mother. My Devamata, Aditi.

Like a tired child, I mutter to her, "Maa, I can't do this anymore. I want to sleep on your lap. It's been hours, since I am here in labour. This is tiring."

Mata caresses my forehead which is probably drenched in sweat. I hear her speak, her voice soft, like a melodious lullaby.

"It's only a little effort, now, sweetheart. You are minutes away from bringing this little one to this world. The little one has to see you, its beautiful caring mother and a loving father. The child has to run around the house like little Krishna and dance like little Radha. Just one push, my love."

I shake my head. Gasping, I ask, "Can't you take care of it Mata? You are a goddess. Let me sleep, please. Get my baby out."

The goddess breathes and kisses the top of my head. "I can take care that the baby is born alive and healthy. The action has to be done solely by you. I am a goddess, but foremost a woman and we have been given enough strength to endure this pain of bringing another life into this world. You have nurtured this child in your womb for a while now. Don't you want to hold your baby? I promise, I will show you a cute little Vishnu as a toddler."

That brings some energy back to my body. "Do you promise me that?"

She nods and smiles. Maybe I am hallucinating, but I see a lone tear drip down her smile. I breathe deeply and gather all the remaining strength and push.

Darkness greets my vision, and I hear a faint murmur. "You did so well, dear one. I am so proud of you. Now, take some rest and see your darling god as a baby."

A large gate opens up leading me to a room. I am not travelling in my bodily form. Probably some astral projection or god knows what form I am in. I can't see my own body, but the sights around.

A sweet baby voice rings in my ears. I turn around and see a cradle kept in the corner of the room. Small dark hands with rosy palms hold the edges of the cradle. I walk near it, my heart pacing with excitement. As soon as I reach the cradle, my eyes land on a most beautiful baby, I have ever seen in my life.

Large doe eyes stare at me brimming with happiness and mischief. His eyes spark with recognition, and he giggles. Baby Vishnu stretches his little fingers, and holds my index finger.

I want to melt into a puddle. This is so cute. This means I will get to hold my baby and feel it touch my fingers too.

"Yes, darling." Devamata enters the room with a toddler running around her legs. "Now, are you happy to see your baby Vishnu?"

I jump around and touch Vishnu's cheeks. He laughs again, and I smile. I hear his baby voice say the word. "Sakhi......"

Devamata peers over the cradle, and gently rocks it. In a minute, Vishnu goes to sleep looking as adorable as ever.

"Mata, can I go back to my baby now?"

"Of course, putri."

I wake up energised. The first thing I see is my husband holding a small white bundle in his arms. His eyes are red with happy tears, and he whispers, "We have a daughter, and believe me or not, her eyes look just like maa." He hands over my daughter to me.

I look at the small baby girl. Her eyes meet mine, and I see a beautiful smile. I bring her close to my chest and kiss her tiny forehead.

She has my mother's eyes!

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･* ✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

I have no idea how this is. I don't even know how Devamata came inside my head forget writing about preganancy and motherhood.

I am literally on my period today and here I am writing on giving birth to a baby.

Also I might have tweaked around the actual stories to make you all see and read about baby Vishnu. Besides Devamata would fulfill our desires too so yeah baby vishnu!!!

I am getting cramps or my stomach feels funny now so I will go sleep byeeee. 🌸💖

[smilingformoney]

Do you one shots or are you taking one shots requests for Soul Of Ice? Could at one point we get one where Abbie was with Sev during a summer and Sev’s DE meeting took longer than expected? So Abbie gets worried and to comfort herself gets a jumper or sweater that her father wore out of his closet and wore it so she could feel close to him while he was away and fell asleep, curled up and he came back from the meeting and found her like that and she had to explain to him that it made her feel close to him and she gets embarrassed maybe and he comforts her in his own way? I’m feeling anxious and depressed and this brings me comfort. Also, Soul Of Ice is the best fanfic I’ve ever read and looking forward to the next chapter

This ask has turned me into a sobbing mess for the following reasons:

This idea is adorable

The fact you came up with this idea suggests you were thinking about snabbie outside of reading the main story 🥹

"best fanfic"?? I cry 😭

Anyway here u go!! Technically Abbie was never at Spinner's End after Voldemort's return but let's ignore the technicalities for the sake of some cute snabbie fluff 🥰

You Are Home

Dad Snape & Daughter!OC one-shot

When Severus returned home at last, he was exhausted. A glance at the clock told him he’d been away for over twelve hours. Twelve hours in the company of Death Eaters; twelve hours of constantly occluding away the Dark Lord’s invasion into his mind. It was enough to drive him mad.

He wanted to go straight to bed, but he supposed he should check on Abbie first.  The house was silent, and he wondered if she was in bed herself already.

No, it wasn’t quite silent, he realised - a gentle crackling noise told him the fireplace was lit. Perhaps she was still up after all.

Peering through the living room door, he saw the fire was indeed lit, and the long tendrils of orange light illuminated a pile of his robes on the sofa. Strange, he thought - it wasn’t like him to leave laundry lying around.

He took another step into the room and realised he was in fact looking at Abbie, curled up asleep on the sofa under his robe. Her dark hair and the dark robe had almost camouflaged her in the dim light, but her sleeping face gave her away.

He knelt down next to her and gently shook her shoulder.

“Abbie,” he said softly. She stirred, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Dad?” she mumbled. “You’re okay…”

“Of course I am. Why aren’t you in bed?”

“I was worried,” Abbie replied as she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. “You’ve been gone all day. I wanted to stay up and wait for you… guess I fell asleep.”

“You were… worried about me?” Severus echoed with confusion. It was his job to worry about her, not the other way around.

“You’re not usually gone this long, I thought something had happened.” She glanced away, and even in the low light Severus could see a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Silly, I know…”

“Not silly at all, Abbie. I’m sorry, I should have sent a message to you that I would be back late. I suppose I’m not used to anyone caring where I am.”

She shivered, and Severus quickly wrapped the robe tighter around her. “Why are you using my robe as a blanket?” he asked with amusement.

Abbie blushed harder then. “It was… comforting. Like you were there.”

Severus smiled and gently kissed the top of her head. “Next time I have a late meeting, I assure you I’ll let you know. Now - it just so happens I bought some hot chocolate yesterday. How about I make you some, then you can get yourself to sleep in a proper bed with a duvet, rather than sleeping on the couch underneath my robe?”

She nodded, and so Severus quickly made two mugs of hot chocolate in the kitchen. When he came back, Abbie was sitting up fully awake, but she was still wrapped in his robe.

“Thank you,” she said with a smile as he sat down and handed the steaming mug to her. “What’s this on top?” she asked.

“Whipped cream and cinnamon. Sorry, I should have asked, that’s how I always make it -”

“No, I like it,” she said after taking a sip. “Who’d have known Professor Snape has a sweet tooth?”

“Don’t tell anyone, they won’t believe you anyway,” Severus remarked. Abbie chuckled and leaned into him.

“I’m glad you’re home, Dad,” she said softly.

Severus smiled, warmth spreading through his chest from more than just the hot chocolate as he thought, To me, you are home.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 18

*Warning: Adult Content*

- Maddox - 

It feels like something I said pissed Theo off but I don't know what.

His mood was good and then suddenly he became quiet, something I've picked up on when he either overthinking something or when he's down about something that I said to him.

It was starting to annoy me, this guy's emotions shifted constantly.

Theo is still in school, almost in university, I was going to be too busy training to even, even if we got into a relationship, what would be the point?

He'd be busy studying and I would be in and out of the country constantly.

There was also the fact that I didn't date, ever.

Long distance relationships didn't work, why would Theo even want to go through that, when things were fine between us right now?

Maybe it's because he's younger, he doesn't know what he wants.

Either way, he's the only one I want to have sex with, shouldn't that be enough?

Even so, he's being too fucking quiet and if there was more to this then I rather talk about it now than later, if I've learned anything in my thirty-one years, it's that it's better to get it all out in the opening, before it gets worse.

"Should I try your parents again?" I asked Theo, sitting three seats away from me on the sofa.

He looked over to me and for a moment, I felt like I shouldn't have asked as his expression turned sour, almost like I overstepped.

"No... they're probably busy packing," he muttered, looking away from me.

Packing?

"You're moving house?"

It went quiet for a moment, before Theo smiles weakly at me, with a sad expression on his face.

"They're getting a divorce and have sold the house, I have three days to pack and find a place in the city. They won't pick up, even if I rang them… so don't bother," he says, his sad eyes shifting from mine to the TV.

Fucking hell, no wonder he's been in a mood, his fucking parents just dropped a bomb on him out of the blue, of-course he's going to be upset about it.

'Maddox, you insensitive asshole.'

So, he has move all his shit in three days or les, and find a place to live?

Who the fuck springs that on their kid like that?

It's almost like they don't give a shit about him.

"Do you need any help?" I ask, feeling guilty for my earlier thoughts. "I know a guy whose looking for someone to take over his apartment, while he goes traveling with his girlfriend for two months, it should give you more than enough time to find a place of your own, while saving a few bucks."

He looks at me and smiles, not a faked or forced smile, an actual genuine smile.

"Thanks, Maddox. That'd be helpful," he said, his cheeks tinted with pink.

"I'll give you, his number," I said, grabbing my cell-phone to send Chris, a quick text.

Theo looked a lot better after the shower, his legs and stomach still hurt, apart from that, the medication, the doctor left, seemed to have helped him a lot.

He can walk on his own too, which I knew he likes because every time I helped him up and room to room, he could barely walk from his shy and embarrassed he was, just from a single touch.

I knew he liked me and right now it wasn't a problem, I just couldn't get caught up in the moment, despite how much I liked having him around, being with him threw me off my game and made me sloppy.

I liked him too, I just couldn't think about the future with him though, I've known him for a week and while Theo hasn't dated before or been with anyone other than me, I am far from being a virgin, having slept with many women.

Fuck, I loved women but dating got too complicating, too hard and I realized early into every relationship that I had, that they all turned out shit because as soon as you label your relationship, the mood changes.

Living together, getting engaged, married and then talking about kids, I couldn't fucking handle that, I liked my space and I didn't like being tied down to anyone and kids... it just wasn't happening.

I'd never want to bring kids into this world, knowing the hell I went through as one, I'd rather die alone.

A few hours passed and Theo and I made small talk about the show we watched 'Vikings' but eventually it got late and I had training tomorrow and Theo had to go home at some point, right?

So, I took him home in my BMW and dropped him off outside of his house and looking at it again for the second time, nothing changed, inside was dark and to be honest, it looked fucking depressing that he lived here.

"Your parents not home?" I asked, turning the engine off.

"No… they're at hotels, I think," he said, looking out the window before taking his seatbelt off.

"There's nothing left, only my stuff so... they won't be back until this Wednesday, to welcome the new owners."

Man, everything that left his mouth was depressing, I knew all about absent parents and shitty upbringings, it made me hard and it drove me to seek a better life, I had seen many kids just like me struggling in the same situation but not once did I give a shit about them.

Until now.

Theo got out and before he could close the door, I sigh and call out...

"Wait.

"Honestly, ever since I started jerking off to this kid, it's like he's controlling my fucking mind and pulling the strings because there was no way I was going to leave him to do this by himself, not when he didn't have anyone.

I was sure that I was the only person in his life that cared about him and I did care, he was shy, nerdy and a pain in my ass when his mood shifted constantly but he was also fucking adorable and made my days less stressful.

"Let me help you."

I didn't let him say anything more as I grabbed my keys and opened the car door.

"It should go faster with one more person, then I drop you off at Chris' if you want that is, since he leaves tomorrow, you can get the keys tonight and then crash at mine."

"W-What?" he stammered, his eyes widened as he stood there on the sidewalk, as I walked over to him, shrugging.

"We've already had sex Theo, don't tell me you're getting shy on me again," I tease, watching his face turn red as I walked past him, down the walk to his front door.

Looking around, it was a nice neighbourhood, the streets were clean and every house was well looked after, it was quiet considering it was a popular family area to live in.

Theo's head would roll if he ever saw where I grew up, a house that wasn't a house but a shithole made from nothing, I'd be honestly surprised if it was still there, as when I lived in it, it was put in to be demolished.

I watched Theo fumble with the keys before opening his front door, I followed in behind him as he turned the light on, and he was right, there was nothing inside, it was completely empty of furniture or anything else that would make a home homier.

"My room's upstairs…" he said, before walking up the stairs, as I followed behind him.

What was I even doing right now?

I was now inside this guy's house, after telling myself I wasn't going to get more mixed up in his life that would alter our currently relationship but look at me, not being able to fucking help myself.

He opened a door and then turned on the light and just from the figures,and the books alone, I knew this was Theo's bedroom because it screamed 'nerd'.

My eyes went everywhere, I wanted to know more about him and now I was in his bedroom, where everything was telling me more about this guy, like his t-shirts for example.

His wardrobe was open and every t-shirt had either a picture of a game character on it or a comic book character, it was amusing in a way, I used to look at guys like Theo in the past and feel sorry for them because to me, they looked pathetic, sitting or reading by themselves.

Now... now I'm mature enough to see that it's just another world to hide in, whether it be a sport or a game, Theo is happy in his world and inside his world nothing can hurt him.

I knew all about that.

"There should be boxes in the garage, I can go get..."

"I'll get them," I interrupted him, noticing the key in his hand. "Give me the key and sit down, you shouldn't stand on your leg for too long anyways, doctor's orders."

Theo blushed and handed me the key and like a good boy, he sat down on his bed and looked at me and for some fucked up reason, all I wanted to do was to make everything better for him and most importantly, I wanted to kiss him.

"I'll be right back," I said, before leaving his room and heading back down the stairs.

I'm a fucking coward but I knew... if it's like this then I wouldn't be getting his hopes up, after-all, Theo knew nothing about me other than what he heard about me online.

He didn't know anything about me and I wanted to keep it that way because if he knew the me that I had buried, then whatever he felt for me would surely make him want to get as far away from me as possible.

He liked me, admired me even, if he knew more, would he look at me the same way again?

It shouldn't even bother me.

I wasn't in a place to be in a relationship but I also didn't want to end whatever this was between us, I knew I was being selfish and probably leading him on but this was all new to me but something told me that Theo, he could be worth it.

In the meantime, I'm going to take it one day at a time, even if Theo hated it, it's all I could give him right now.

[regretsofalifeandlovelost]

Watching sports

He came home that afternoon with a few of his mates to watch some sports event. I didn't really pay any attention and kept myself away in my room. It was about midnight when his friends started to leave and by 1am everyone had gone and I emerged to get something to eat and drink. I felt uncomfortable around his friends, I don't know why but they felt creepy.

I was surprised to find the house had been cleaned to a spotless level, I see him there cleaning up and immediately realise that he's high. I ask him what he's done, he tells me that he was given some MDMA. He offered me some and I don't hesitate. Half an hour later we are chatting our faces off on the sofa and giving each other hugs. I tell him that I am so horny all the time now that my orgasm cherry has been popped. He tells me that I am making up for all the years of nothing. He asks me to describe how it feels and what works for me. We end up staying on this topic until the sun is high in the sky and we have come down from our high. We both feel cold and exhausted and decide to make tracks for bed.

As I go into my bedroom I feel anxious, I decide to have a shower before I sleep. I remove the robe and feel the water run down my body. As I stand there I wonder if I should go into his bedroom. I don't want sex, but i really do want human contact. I come out of the shower dry myself and walk naked to his room. The door is open, I can't see him so I walk in. He's not in their ensuite or walk in wardrobe. I go back out to the living area and kitchen to find him putting some cans of sparkling water in the fridge and taking some out, he offers me one and I agree. As he turns around and realises that I am naked he says something, can't recall what but it felt good. I tell him that I'm looking for body contact and just want to lay in bed feeling human connection. He agrees.

We make our way to his bed and he spoons me, It feels safe and warm. I drift off to sleep and have crazy dreams. I wake and see that it's 11pm and I am in the bed alone. I emerge from the room feeling sleepy and find him watching some TV naked. I ask him if he wants a drink, he agrees and I get him something. I sit beside him, unusually close and he doesn't move. I think wow.. this is awesome. I put my hand on his leg and stroke it, he doesn't resist. I slowly move my motions closer and closer to his crotch without having any push back. I then run my nails down his cock to his head and it bounces up immediately erect. I slide down and start to give him a blow job. I love the taste of his cock, it doesn't smell, it's got no hair's all over the place it's just so nice to suck. I am really working it with my hand stroking up and down his shaft while my lips and tongue work his head. I feel his cock swell and then his load fills my mouth. Even his load tastes amazing. I swallow it all. I then come up and start to kiss him, I pin his hands down against the sofa with my knees as I kiss him intensely. I slowly move up and slide his cock deep into my pussy. It feels so good to be filled. I grind and fuck his brains out bringing myself to cum twice before I unpin his arms from below my knees and let him fuck me hard.

The two weeks of school holidays blazes past with me having more sex in those two weeks than any other in my entire life. We fucked at breakfast, morning tea, lunch, dinner, during the night. I was constantly jelly legs from all the orgasms. I was filled with his cum so many times. I was finding myself fingering myself to taste him when he wasn't home. I was now at a level of out of control sexually like I had never experienced before. I had even moved into his bed and was waking him up every morning with a blow job and fuck. I had become obsessed with making sure he was drained of cum 24/7. I feel good, I feel that I am a good slut, it boost my ego. I feel that I am learning more about sex constantly and about myself. I cry to myself when I realise that this sex binge is only going to last for two weeks and that I will feel even more lonely after then.

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[be-your-coffee-pot]

Hiiii love could you maybe do a Harry one shot where the readers a diabetic and when she’s out one day there’s a toxic fan saying stuff to her like “Harry shouldn’t have to take care of you” and “Harry shouldn’t be dating a disabled person” and stuff like that? I’m a diabetic and I get really insecure sometimes if you don’t want to it’s fine hope you have a good day/night :)

A/N: Alright babe I tried my best and I don't know a lot about the problem so I just winged it with Google I'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies. Also you don't need to get insecure darling, diseases happen they don't define who you are. Besides Harry has asthma doubt he's one to judge

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: Close to 1k

TW: None except curse words and talks about diabetes

My eyes droop as I finish washing my hands in the mall toilet. Even though I’ve just been out shopping for an hour, I feel like I could drop dead any second now. I was in a reasonably good state when I woke up today, so I decided to go out and treat myself to a day of shopping which is turning out to not be such a good idea. Besides the fatigue and weakness, my day has been pretty great. I slightly stumble out of the bathroom with a blurry vision, apologising to the woman I bumped into. 

Fucking diabetes. It's been years since I was diagnosed, but it most definitely hasn’t been easy. The constant tiredness, mood swings and all are just a bit more manageable with Harry, who’s unfortunately not here with me today. My boyfriend of 3 years is in LA and won’t be returning for another week, so here I am trying to occupy myself. 

I’m waiting for my coffee in the food court when I hear them, these two girls pointing and whispering at me like I didn’t notice. I paid them no mind and instead sat down quickly, gulping from my water bottle. 

They’re just a couple of tables back, and somehow, through all the bustle of the floor, I can hear them clearly. 

“Isn’t that Harry’s girlfriend? Jesus, look at her.” “Yeah, like she’s all bones.” They snicker to themselves at that comment as tears sheen over my eyes. 

“I heard she’s a diabetic. Can you believe it? A fucking diabetic, and Harry Styles is with her.” “Proper burden she must be. My gran had diabetes; it was so hard to take care of her. Imagine how much poor Harry must be struggling.” “He’s so perfect. Why the fuck is he even dating a disabled person?” With that, I shakily get up and rush out of the door. Screw the damn coffee. 

Having other people confirm my fears, just how much trouble I was to someone I loved dearly, hurt, to say the least. I knew better than to get caught up in the words of 2 teenage girls who knew jack shit about me, but that, mixed with my rising insecurities, was affecting me badly without Harry. He wouldn’t have let them get to me if he was here. But he wasn’t.

As I sit in my car, tears have started to go down my face. My unsteady hands dial Harry’s number, which rings until it goes to voicemail. I keep trying, but it keeps going to voicemail. Great, he isn't even picking up my phone. Did he suddenly realise how much of a burden I was?

I couldn’t watch a movie with Harry properly because of having to go to the toilet repeatedly, always having to carry a water bottle around, couldn’t go anywhere without insulin, I was constantly losing more weight than I needed to, always weak and tired. What more reason does somebody need to stop tolerating me?

Trying my best to hold myself together until I reach home, I practice everything Harry taught me to reduce my chances of having an anxiety attack. That’ll just tire me out more. 

Once I pull up to the driveway, I race inside, giving no fucks about the bags in the car. My body collapses onto the sofa in the living room, heaving with thick sobs. 

Why do their words hurt so much? They shouldn’t. I shouldn’t be so weak, I should be strong enough to pay them no mind, but I’m not. 

I don’t hear the front door opening or the bags dropping on the floor as I cry. I don’t register him until his tattooed arms are wrapped around my trembling frame, and his smooth voice is whispering in my ears. 

Harry tugs me onto his lap, completely enveloping me with his warmth. 

“Hey mi amore, what’s wrong, hmm? Why’s my sweet girl crying like this? Came home early to surprise you, and you surprised me instead.” 

I giggle softly at him as the waterworks gradually cease.

Harry’s green eyes peer at me fondly but sternly enough to tell me I’m not getting out of this by saying ‘nothing’, but I know he’s not gonna push me too much if I don’t want to talk about it. He understands I have trouble opening up and talking about my feeling. It’s been three years, and I just love him more for it every day.

I sniffle into his sweater, quietly breathing him in. 

“I-I went to the mall today for some shopping. I was bored, so I thought, why not.” He gently smiles at me as an encouragement to continue. “It was good. It was pretty good except a few things, the tiredness and all you know. I went up to the food court to get a coffee, and there were these two girls a couple tables back. They were talking. Said you shouldn’t have to date a disabled person like me and that you shouldn’t be obliged to take care of me and all my burdens-” 

“You didn’t believe them, did you, sunflower?” 

A finger tilts my chin to look him in the eyes when I don’t answer

“Baby it's for me to decide what I should or shouldn’t do and loving you’s my antidote, lovie. Wouldn’t give that for the world.”

“You’re gonna make me cry now.” 

Harry just laughs and tucks me into himself further.

“A disease you have doesn’t define you who are, darling. Besides those are happy tears aren’t they?”

[violetskylights0]

Morning Workout (18+)

Summary: Vi loves training at the crack of dawn. But why does she have to look so damn good doing it. Some fluff domestic things but also graphic smut.

THUD…..THUD…..THUD.

You groaned turning over in bed.

THUD…THUD…

You reached for where your supposed sleeping girlfriend should have been.

THUD.

You huffed finally sitting up already knowing what is going on. See any normal person at 7 am should be sleeping. Maybe just waking up to go on a jog or maybe headed to work.

THUD

But no. You had to date the pink haired freak who would get up at the crack of dawn to start punching the ever loving shit out of a makeshift punching bag in the living room. You yawn stretching a bit before standing and kicking on your bunny shaped slippers that Vi got for you during one of her adventures to Piltover and made your way downstairs.

You truly were pissed that you were up before the sun but you had to admit it was hard to be mad for long at the sight in the living room.

Vi was dressed in a sports bra and sweats mumbling some numbers to herself hurling her fist at the poor punching bag. Every time she pulled her arm back her back muscles would flex highlighting the shape of her tattoos. Then as she threw her arm forward you watched her biceps rock solid as they were. And suddenly you were forgetting the reason you came down here at all.

“Damn I woke you up again didn’t I” Vi huffed turning to face you.

“I’m pretty sure you woke up half the under city.” You sighed plopping down on the sofa in front of her.

“Couldn’t sleep?” You asked looking up at her.

“Mm rough night.” She spoke leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead and turning back to the bag. As you had a slight frown. Sometimes Vi would just get up and go during the night. Saying that she felt like she had been somewhere too long or that thoughts she didn’t want to come back were rearing their ugly head. And you had to accept that sometimes she just had to clear her head without you constantly worrying about her.

You grabbed your knees tucking them to your chest watching her. It seemed like she was working on fast hitting combinations today. You had seen Vi fight in person a couple times now, always seeming to want to impress you. Hell she punched a guy out last week for just staring at you for a little too long. You would be lying to yourself if you said it was not insanely hot. The way all her muscles flexed and how the sweat dripping off them made them look almost fake. Not to mention that serious look on her face she would get. You cleared your throat shaking those thoughts out as you stood up.

“Teach me that combination” you declared.

Vi immediately stopped her swings raising an eyebrow at you.

“You heard me” you said walking closer to her.

“Since when have you wanted anything to do with fighting?” Vi laughed

“I mean with my insanely hot girlfriend getting out of prison who know who might try coming for you. I gotta be able to show them some fear.” You raised your hands in a boxing position doing a little one-two jab move.

Vi laughed even louder making you pout.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry but honey you are probably are the last person I think that could intimidate anyone.” Vi said placing a hand on your fist to lower them.

“So not true! Remember when you broke that new pen I had just gotten the day prior.”

“I didn’t know a pen could ever make someone that scary” Vi shuddered.

“Exactly, now teach me some moves hot stuff” you said raising your fist again. Vi smiled raising her hands open wide and holding them chest level.

“Let’s see what you’ve got. Punch left then right.” She spoke.

You punched left right a few times before Vi spoke up

“I think powder could punch harder than this .” She tried to hide her laugh as you punched a little harder.

“Cmon sweetheart I’m tough I can take it. Vi encouraged you as you swung harder.

She let you continue for a minute until lowering her hands.

“Let’s try this another way” Vi hummed moving behind you.

You jumped a little feeling her hand caress your arm moving it up in a fist.

“Just let me guide you okay?” She smiled

She took both your hands starting to punch the bag in a pattern. You wanted to pay attention truly but feeling all this muscle against you just had you blushing and foggy.

“Helloooo?” Vi laughed lowering your fist.

“What? Sorry did you say something?” you turned to face her.

“I knew you didn’t want to learn how to fight you just wanted to feel me pressed up against you. Vi smirked stepping closer making your back hit the punching bag.

“No!….maybe” you blushed. “I really did mean it I mean I should know some moves so you don’t have to keep fighting everyone who looks at me for ten seconds.”

Vi sighed raising her arm next to your head to pin you against that spot.

“I like fighting to keep you safe. Even if it is just creeps starring at you too long. The only thing that matters is keeping you safe. I’ll deal with all the other consequences later.” She spoke brushing your cheek with her thumb.

“Yeah the consequence that are me having to use copious amounts of alcohol to clean your wounds?” You try and retort.

“What can I say? Maybe I like the pain” she winked. “Now can we just cut the bullshit and admit you didn’t want to learn how to fight you just wanted me to fuck you after you saw me all sweaty.” Vi smirked leaning in to kiss your neck.

“Ah…shit you knew my plan?” You whined going to grab her hair.

“I know you way to well…inside and out.” She kissed your ear before bending down and throwing you over her shoulder.

You laughed at how fast you were in the air and then back against your mattress again. You looked up at Vi biting your lip at how the first bits of sunlight were accenting her every feature. Reminding yourself to save this mental image of her looking down at you telling you to take your shirt off.

“I gotta say if you seeing me all sweaty like this gets this reaction every time I may have to start working out a couple times throughout the day. “ Vi said leaning down kissing down your chest. As you wiggled.

“And these perfect fucking tits.” She groaned massaging them both. “Could spend a whole day on these alone” she sighed licking one nipple long and slow while staring at you with those deep blue eyes causing a higher pitch moan to escape your mouth. You felt her knee between your thighs as you tried to start grinding to get some friction.

“You’re already that needy for me princess? Let me take my time unless you want to beg for it.” She smirked continuing to suck and pull and bite on your nipple endlessly.

“Fuck…” you sighed not wanting to give in so easily. And you were determined you were not because you knew she wanted you just as bad as she wanted you. Until she decided to “accidentally” bump her knee into your clit causing you to gasp.

“Shit! Fuck Violet please” you whimpered trying to gain any friction back.

“Mmm you can to better than that.” She smiled going to leave some more bruises on the other breast.

“Please please fuck me Vi…remind me who’s in charge.” You whispered the last part loud enough for her to hear it. And you knew this would cause a reaction in her…and boy did it. She got up immediately grabbing her bright pink strap on (that you picked out) from the drawer in the nightstand.

“You want me to be in charge huh? Show me how good you can take this dick then okay princess.” She groaned.

“Ass up”

It was embarrassing how fast you flipped around for her but all that mattered was feeling the tip against your achingly empty hole. She pushed in painfully slow making you both moan at the sight for Vi and the feeling for yourself.

“Vi..faster” you whimpered as a hand came down hard on your ass.

“Who’s in charge.” She said slowly pulling out.

“YOU Vi…holy shit you are.” You almost yelled dreading the loss off that feeling.

“Mmm good girl.” Vi smirked pounding into you. She listened to you alright. It was fast. And hard. Barley enough to take in a breath as the messy sounds started to fill the room.

you gripped the sheets biting down to hold in some moans until Vi got a fistful of hair pulling you up. Against her chest.

“Don’t hide those moans from me I want to hear em…” she bit your earlobe. “And feel them..” she said grabbing your neck lightly. You had almost no control over the sounds you were making at that point. Crying out that she was the only one that could fuck you like this , pressure building more and more in your stomach. Until she reached her other hand down to your clit making you come undone in only a few circles. As she slowed her pace making sure you would ride this orgasm out for awhile.

You gasped at the feeling of her pulling out and her arms making sure you turn and lay on ur back again as she laid next to you.

“Wait don’t you want to cum?” You asked with a pout as she pecked your lips.

“Hm I think I might get another workout in firsts. I wonder how many V ups I could do with you sitting on my face.” She winked.

This was going to be a long morning.

[selfcarecap]

Cinnamon Apple [z.c]

pairing: Zendaya x reader

summary: you and Zendaya make things official ♡

warnings: rpf, a tiny biiiit of smut but nothing explicit, probably swearing, the heteronormative society we live in lol

word count: 1.5k

-this is a repost of an old fic-

(ILOVEWOMENJUSTLOOKATHER)

The articles are harmless.

And that’s the problem for Zendaya.

She doesn’t want scandals or hate, of course, but reading through those headlines doesn’t sit right with her.

Zendaya spotted out and about with a friend

The two gal pals pictured last Friday...

Girls day: The two friends were seen enjoying a meal

She might just throw up.

Z has never been too public with her relationships, but whenever the paparazzi catch her out with a guy, the headlines are filled with assumptions about their relationship status, no matter how often they say they’re just friends.

And now with you? Not a single comment about what the looks between you two could mean, or even the slightest speculation about the nature of your relationship.

It shouldn’t bother Z, she should be grateful that you two don’t constantly have to worry about people prying.

But she’s feeling a little possessive. More than she expected she’d ever be.

Z wanted nothing more than to hold your hand immediately when you got out of the car that day and saw two cameras pointed at you and her, your eyes going wide.

But it was the first time in a situation like that, and she didn’t want you or herself to have to make a decision under pressure. So you simply walked next to each other as long as the cameras followed you, your fingers merely brushing each other’s every few steps.

She knows she’s not the reason why you haven’t made your relationship public. It’s the internet and trash magazines, as well as such a big group of fans and more so people who were not so much fans; it can be scary.

The pictures of you two came out a week ago, and for the internet, it’s like it never happened by now.

But Z has thought about them every single day and has come to the conclusion that she doesn’t like the current situation.

If it turns out you don’t want to be public, she’ll accept it in the blink of an eye. However, if you‘re okay with going public, she‘ll also do that in the blink of an eye.

Just knowing that everyone assumes she‘s single, and even worse that you‘re single, and that you two are merely friends annoys her.

All of her friends and family know. A few were surprised, but not a single person had a negative reaction. As it should be.

Now it‘s only understandable that Z wants the world to know that you‘re her baby and not her gal pal.

♡

“Babe, can you come here a sec?“

You follow Z‘s voice into the living room where she‘s sitting on the sofa.

Leaning over the back of it, you press a kiss to her neck and she smiles at you, showing you her phone.

“Can I post this?“

Z shows you a picture of you two at a cookout a while ago.

You‘re cuddled up on a cream white garden swing, Zendaya‘s arm around your neck and your face buried in her hair.

It‘s not like you‘re kissing, but it‘s such an obvious gesture of affection that there should be no doubt you two are more than friends.

If not your closeness, then the way Z‘s looking at you and your bright smile show how in love you are.

The picture is one of your favourites. Z did your hair that day, so it looked really cute and with the sun going down behind you two, it lowkey looks like a professional photo shoot, except that it was candid and taken on Snapchat by one of Z’s friends.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

“I am. But I won’t post it if you don’t want me to.”

You think about the world finally knowing that you get to call this wonderful human your girlfriend. A smile spreads across your face and Z pecks your lips.

“I like the idea,” you say, “A lot. What are you going to put as a caption?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know, I just want to let the world know you’re my baby.”

“Let them know, then,” you grin.

Z types something short and then her thumb hovers over the post-button, “Sure?”

“I‘m sure. Love you, baby.”

“Love you more.”

She posts the picture and flings her phone to the other end of the sofa, wrapping her arms around your waist, fingers brushing up against the skin under your hoodie.

You open the Instagram app on your phone, the picture Z just posted right at the top of your feed, “my cinnamon apple,” she captioned it, after the vine you two find so funny.

You’re about to look at the comments when Z swipes the phone from your hand, stuffing it between the sofa cushions, “You’re not going to read the comments!”

“I swear I was just going to comment-” Zendaya kisses your lips and you forget whatever you were going to say.

She takes your hand, dragging you to her bedroom and a few minutes later you’re both too blissed out to forget what Instagram even is.

Whatever Instagram might be, it’s just on the internet and it’s not real, it can’t harm you. What is real, is the beautiful woman next to you in bed, and you focus on nothing but her for the next few hours.

As you wake up from your pleasure-induced nap a bit later, you can smell something cooking in the kitchen and hear the sizzling from the pan.

You pull on a big hoodie and make your way to the kitchen, catching Z cooking in only a large shirt, dancing to some tune that’s humming from her phone.

Joining her in the kitchen, you hug her from behind, kissing her exposed shoulder, “D’you want me to help?”

“Nope, today I’m spoiling you, you can relax - food’s ready in maybe ten minutes.”

You give her another kiss and decide to help anyway, getting the plates and cutlery ready. Once you’re finished with setting the table, you retreat to the couch, dropping yourself down and landing on something hard. Your phone.

That’s when you remember the picture- how many million people will have seen it by now? What are their reactions?

Your heart starts racing as you fumble with your phone, going to the Instagram app.

The first thing that shows up is a story Zendaya posted and you quickly click on it.

She posted the earlier picture in her story too, captioning it with “Let me introduce you to…”

Okay, she’s making it suspenseful for her followers, but even your heart is beating out of your chest. You click to the next slide of her story, only text, “Not my friend, not my “gal pal””...

The last photo of her story is a new picture, one of you two kissing. She knew you would approve of it because it’s your phone wallpaper and also one of your favourite pictures.

It was taken in the back of a car. It was date night so you were both looking cute but you’d met some friends and decided to tag along. They were hyping you two up, wanting to take pictures to commemorate the night and saying how good you looked together, back when they didn’t even know you were together.

The pictures started innocently but for one of the last shots Z pulled you closer and suddenly you were kissing in front of her friends. Luckily the picture didn’t capture it, but you were terrified of their reaction, but a second later you heard their cheering and started smiling into the kiss - that’s when the picture was taken.

The grin on your face widens when you read what she’s written as a caption “Let me introduce you to this gorgeous human being who I’m proud to call my girlfriend, my wifey, my baby, my best friend, my everything,” with a red heart emoji at the end.

You’re so happy not a single negative comment could ruin your mood, so you check out her post and the comments underneath, only to get a feel for the general vibe - are the people supportive?

You nearly shed a tear when you’re bombarded with story reposts and positive comments - Jacob Batalon, Tom Holland both with funny and supportive comments, Laura Harrier with a heartfelt message. You see more comments by many others but just as you’re about to scroll further, Z calls you for food.

All you need to know is that she loves you, but having her massive fan base supporting you two only gives you more strength.

You make sure to tell her how much you love her during dinner, so many times, until she’ll grow bored of it (which she never does).

[incendiobrock]

Pranked You ;) {Colby Brock}

Request: Hello sweetie! I was wondering if you could do a story where the reader and Colby aren't dating YET but there is yah know, chemistry and tension. But one day sam decided to pull a prank on Colby and it involved EVERYONE. So basically he makes it seem like he woke up in a different world or something where stuff is different. For example: him and reader are dating (you can choose whatever other stuff happens, lol) but once Colby figures out the prank, he pulls reader aside. They have a small argument before reader blows off on him, in which he says "I've never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do know" and that's how they admit their feelings! Thank you! And can't wait to see what you write love

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request, sorry for the wait, I have been very busy with school and work. I hope the wait is worth it though! Get ready for a long imagine, I’m pretty sure this is about 3,000 words. I hope you love it! I just realized that I tried to keep this imagine gender neutral but I forgot that I accidentally put some she/her pronouns in it, I’m so sorry!

Warnings: Angsty, Cussing, Mentions of alcohol, implied smut

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It was just like any other day for you. You woke up around noon because you were exhausted from the day before. Between working, going to college, and trying to keep somewhat of a social life, everyone could see just how worn out you would get day to day. So today you decided to treat yourself with a few extra hours of this beautiful thing called sleep.

Your phone rest on the bedside table and of course checking it and replying to the unread messages was the first step of your morning routine. The first messages you saw were from the group chat that consisted of you, Kat, and Tara. Apparently, while you were sleeping, Tara and Kat had a whole conversation about a girl’s day that they wanted to plan for you three. The last text sent was from Kat and it read, “I can’t wait for y/n to see all these messages in the morning. We planned the best girl’s day while she was probably passed the fuck out in her bed lmao”.

You smiled sending them a text back alerting them that you are indeed alive and down for all the plans they had created. In fact, you would be seeing them later at Sam and Colby’s place for a couple’s dinner/pool/movie date night. Jake would be there as well, and although you were tragically single, you loved all of them to death and hanging out over there was like the most elite sleepovers you would have with your best friends as a child.

A new text appeared on your screen just as you began to emerge from the comfort of your bed sheets, “God finally you’re awake. I’ve been waiting for Kat to tell me you answered her message all morning. I need your help tonight with a prank. Colby is never going to see it coming”

“A prank? I thought you guys didn’t do that anymore...? But I’m in ;)” You sent back. Out of all the trap girls and all the boys, Colby and you got along the best. Ever since you first met, which was years ago at this point, Colby and you have been inseparable. You tried so hard to avoid your feelings for him, in hopes to not develop a crush that ended up ruining your friendship, but Kat picked up on it right away. She told you constantly that she could easily set you up with the beautiful blue-eyed boy, but you insisted that things would happen naturally if there was truly something there between the two of you. And so, you went on, day by day, falling helplessly in love with the sweetest boy you have ever come to know.

Sam sent a message telling you to head over to their place as soon as possible. You swore that you basically lived there already. You were at their house way more than you were at your own. You couldn’t imagine living further than 15 minutes from them. After what felt like a century to Sam, you arrived at the house. Your hand loudly knocking on the big wooden door.

“Hey y/n! How are you?” Kat asked, pulling you into a big hug as she opened the door. You smiled and hugged back at her kind gesture, “I’m good! How are you? Do you know anything about this prank on you know who?” You questioned her. She glared at you, silently telling you to lower your volume. “Y/n! Colby is right upstairs be quiet!” She whispers, laughing at you almost blowing their cover immediately upon arrival.

Kat was quick to take you by the arm and drag you to the theater room where Sam was already sitting on one of the opulent red couches. He greeted you, telling you that he wanted to film your reaction to him telling you what prank you were going to pull. You agreed and sat down on the sofa facing the blonde. “Colby’s taking a nap right now upstairs because he was up super late last night editing one of our Sam and Colby videos. I figured we could use his exhaustion to our advantage and try and prank him that he woke up in some sort of alternate universe. I figured you could go into his room and set up a couple cameras, and I’ll keep two hidden in the living room where me, Kat, Jake, and Tara will be, so we hopefully get his full reaction. I want you to sneak into his bed and like cuddle him or something and when he wakes up, I want you to pretend that you’ve been dating him for a long time now. He is going to be super confused but just try and convince him that it’s true. If he ends up downstairs, we will go along with it too. I really want to see if he will think that it’s real after a while.” Sam explained.

You felt your face burning as your cheeks became a deep shade of red. He couldn’t be serious right? He wanted you to pretend that you were dating Colby? “I- Uh… I don’t know Sam won’t that be a really mean prank?” You tried to play it off, hoping that you didn’t just annihilate all your efforts to keep your feelings hidden. “You guys are like best friends, I don’t think he could be mad at you for such an innocent prank.” Sam replied. You began to feel incredibly flustered at the thought of having to be so affectionate with Colby. The room started to feel like a sauna as the sweat began accumulating all over your body.

Sure, you and Colby had cuddled before, but it was extremely platonic… Plus, it only happened in very specific moments, like last Wednesday after you had a couple of drinks, and everyone was sat watching a movie where he wrapped his arm around you so you could rest your head since it could barely hold itself up. You snapped out of your thoughts quickly realizing that Sam had been waiting on a response from you. You knew Sam was stubborn, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Your eyes met back with his and the only thing you could get yourself to do was slightly nod your head ‘yes’.

“Perfect.” Sam smirked, getting up to turn off the camera and hand it to you so you could set it up in Colby’s room. You already knew that he was thinking about how many points this would score him for a Sam and Colby prank war if it turns out the way he is wanting.

Before you knew it you had made it all the way up into Colby’s room where you had strategically hidden the camera, facing it towards the sleeping boy in his bed. You let out a deep sigh, trying to prepare yourself for what was about to go down. “If this ruins everything for me, I am going to kill you Golbach.” You whispered, knowing the deep sleeper wouldn’t hear a single thing. And so, the prank began.

You took a gentle hold of the silky black sheets and quietly slipped into bed right next to Colby. There was no game plan in your mind, you didn’t even think up a storyline about your fake relationship for once he woke up. You squeezed your eyes shut in fear as you quickly wrapped your body around his, resting your head under his chin as he slept on his back. He twitched slightly, bringing his arm up, lazily holding you back. The breath caught in your throat, this was already hard enough for you and now he is cuddling you back? You glanced up to see his face, his eyelashes were slightly fluttering, and his soft lips had a slight part in them. He was still fast asleep. You decided to try and wake him up by moving around in his arm slightly, hoping the movement would pull him out of his dreams.

“Y/n?” His voice rung through the room, deep and raspy. He sat up slightly, glancing around the dark lair that he called a bedroom, but his arm still remained around your frame. “W-what are you doing here?” He stuttered, visibly confused by the sight of you in his arms.

“What? I can’t cuddle my boyfriend?” You answered, shocked that you could even get those words to come out of your mouth. His eyes widened at your response, pure shock etched into his face. “Boyfriend?” You felt his heart start to race as he replied.

His arm dropped from your body as he delicately pushed himself out of bed. He was now hovering over you as he stood by the bedside table. There was a clear glass with some water sitting on a coaster on the table. His strong hand wrapped around it as he brought it up to his mouth, downing the rest of the water that was in it. You could tell by his body language that he was beyond confused. The glass clinked as he practically dropped it back onto the nightstand.

“Am I dreaming or something? Since when was I your boyfriend?” His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to look at you for some answers. Your heart sunk thinking about how mean of a prank this truly was, at least from your point of view. “Baby… Are you serious? We’ve been together for years now, are you feeling okay?” You said as you threw your legs over the side of the bed, pulling his hand into your own.

Your thumb gently rubbed circles onto the back of his hand, but only for a couple seconds before he pulled it away. “Is this a fucking prank or something?” He asked, irritation evident from his tone. You shook your head ‘no’, it was becoming hard to process words. You knew this was upsetting him, but Sam had you promise to make the prank last for as long as you could.

“I’m sorry- I have to get out of here really quick.” Colby said, making his way out the bedroom door. You said nothing back, hoping that Sam would end the prank for you as Colby made his way down the stairs.

“Hey brother! You’re finally up. Where’s y/n? I thought we were all doing a couples movie night?” Jake interrogated as Colby glanced to see Sam, Kat, and Tara standing over in the kitchen. Colby brought his hand up to his face rubbing his eyes, there’s no way that Jake is saying this too. Colby began to think that he was seriously going crazy. And then everyone else joined in on the conversation. You could hear them loudly as you stayed glued to Colby’s bed.

Sam began to ask if Colby was feeling alright, and you heard Kat say that maybe we should take Colby to the hospital in case he was losing his memory. You felt the panic in Colby rise as he was deflecting everyone’s concern insisting that he wasn’t losing his memory, and that he definitely wasn’t going crazy. He knew for a fact that you two weren’t dating, and none of them could convince him otherwise. “Dude, she’s gonna hear you up there. You’re going to break her heart. You really don’t remember?” Sam pushed.

You finally had enough. You raced out of Colby’s room and rushed down the stairs. You stopped immediately upon entering the kitchen, seeing everybody else still standing there surrounding Colby. The energy switched as they all looked to you, Sam pleading with his eyes for you to keep going. “I’m so sorry Colby, it was just a prank, please don’t be upset.” You couldn’t handle it any longer, the pain on his face was too much for you to bear. You watched as he scoffed back, “I knew it. Fuck you, guys. I’m going back upstairs.”

You felt horrible as you watched him stomp back up to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Tears stung the back of your eyes, this was all your fault. You excused yourself from the group and somberly made it to Colby’s door. You preceded to place a faint knock on the wood, “Colby? I’m so sorry, can you please open up?” Your voice was so soft, it would’ve been hard for him to hear if he hadn’t already anticipated your arrival. The door swung open as Colby quickly made his way back over to where he previously sat on the couch.

You stayed frozen at the door for a couple seconds, hoping to brace yourself for the angry boy inside. You took hold of the cold metal doorknob, pulling the door shut behind you. You tip-toed your way over to the sofa and took a seat far from Colby. Your mind was running a hundred miles an hour as you tried to concoct a coherent sentence. “What the hell were you thinking? Did you seriously think that I would find this funny?” He spat in your direction.

“It wasn’t my prank, Sam just wanted me to help him out.” You said back, desperately trying to reason with him. He sarcastically laughed, running a hand through his dark hair. “I didn’t ask who’s prank it was y/n.”

You gulped, it felt suffocating in his room. The dark ambiance that normally felt inviting suddenly seemed like your own personal hell. “Colby, I didn’t want to hurt you I swear. I was trying my best to keep everything lighthearted. I could never hurt you.” Your voice was so delicate, it was so hard to speak. The tears were still threating to make an appearance, and that was the last thing you wanted.

“But you did, y/n. That’s the thing. Whether or not you ‘meant’ to hurt me, you did. And everyone else was in on it to. Did you even try and tell Sam that this prank wasn’t a good idea? Did you even think, for a split second, that this was incredibly immature? You were all treating me like I was losing my damn mind, trying to convince me that we were dating when we clearly never were.”

His words hurt, but they were all true. You had never been together, what were you thinking pretending like you were? All to satisfy Sam? To help him get a head start on the prank wars by completely crushing Colby’s heart? He is your best friend for crying out loud. “Look Colby. I never wanted to do this, okay? Did you ever stop and think that maybe I didn’t want to be doing this either? You mean everything to me. Why would I ever purposely hurt you? Especially after everything we have been through. All the ups and downs, the messy breakups, all the fights. I love you so god damn much and I hope you know that I would never, ever, hurt you like that.” By this point the tears were streaming down your face. Your previous spot on the couch was long discarded as you now stood right in front of Colby, praying that he knew you were being serious about not hurting him.

Your eyes searched his for any glimpse of a sign showing that he believed you. His bright blue eyes looked a lot more intimidating than usual. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, his expression not giving you any clues. Finally, he responded, “Is it wrong that I’ve never wanted to kiss you as badly as I do right now?”

And finally, there was your sign. His eyes no longer looked intimidating. In fact, they had completely changed into something much different, lust. You quickly took a step closer to him as he took a stand right in front of you, placing his strong hands on either side of your face. He roughly pulled you in, causing your lips to crash together with loads of passion. They fit perfectly together, better than you ever imagined them. They worked in sync as the feeling inside of you was igniting a fire. He was so rough, but surprisingly still gentle. Acting as if one wrong move would completely break you. Your lips remained locked as he pushed you backwards, surprising you as your back made contact with his plush bed. He was on top of you, hungrily continuing the kiss.

You both pulled apart abruptly, gasping for air after your heavy make out session. “I guess now’s a good time to let you know that I am absolutely, one hundred percent, in love with you.” You stated, starring deep into his eyes. “Then I guess now’s a good time to tell you that I feel the same.” He responded, bringing you back in for another passionate kiss. You pulled back again, “So, does this mean I can finally see those handcuffs I keep hearing about in action?” You asked him, slightly laughing. “Only if you promise to keep quiet.” He winked back. And that was the start of your amazing, long awaited relationship.

[queenshelby]

The Concubine - Part Four

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Angst, Very Graphic Violence, Domestic Violence, Abuse, Blood

Words: 1,589

Shortly after you left Tommy’s house, Tommy grabbed the telephone and enquired with the directory about where the call was made from.

He had an uneasy feeling about your fiancé, almost like a vision of some sort and, after he found out your fiancé’s address and where the call was made from, Tommy instructed Arthur and Isiah to keep an eye on you and your fiancé and intervene if necessary.

He knew that there were things you were hiding from him, things he didn’t know about you and he never dared to question you about any of it until he overheard how your fiancé spoke to you.

Now, he was suspicious and, for him, it was surprising that you willingly stayed with a man like that. A man who was using abusive language towards you and treated you badly, a man who cheated on you and who had nothing to offer.

***

That same morning, when you arrived at your fiancé’s apartment, he had gone.

There was no note, no nothing and you decided to wait for him patiently.

At around 7 o’clock in the evening, he finally barged through the door and saw you sitting inside the loungeroom with the curtains closed and the fireplace lit.

‘See how it feels having to wait around Sweetheart?’ Steven said sarcastically as he threw his gun onto the loungeroom table and took off his jacket.

‘I am sorry Steven. I had to work’ you explained and Steven was quick to grab your throat with one of his hands, pushing you back against the lounge firmly.

‘Working for fucking gypsies, huh?’ he said harshly before continuing on, his breath smelling like booze and cigarettes. ‘My woman chooses to work for someone else instead of servicing me’ he went on to say before ripping off your blouse harshly, causing the buttons to tumble onto the floor.

‘Steven stop, you are hurting me’ you said as you tried to squirm away, but his hold was too strong.

‘No no no Love, you don’t get to tell me to stop. I want to have some fun with you’ Steven then huffed out.

But, as he held you down, it didn’t take long for him to notice the small bruises on your neck and chest and, without any sort of warning, he pulled you up on your hair and threw you against the coffee table.

‘You are fucking someone else aren’t you, you fucking whore?’ he scolded at you as you hit the table, injuring your chest and stomach on the long edge of the oak.

‘Steven stop, please’ you cried as he again pulled you up on your hair, hit you across the face and dragged you into the kitchen.

As you reached the kitchen, he forced you to lean forward against kitchen table and you knew very well what he would do next.

Fearful and in tears, you leaned forward and held onto the table while Steven removed his belt which, almost in an instant, came flying across your back.

‘Stop, please. I am sorry Steve, please stop’ you cried as he hit you again, harder with each stroke.

‘You want to behave like a whore, huh? Yes?’ he scolded as he hit you again and you began to scream.

‘Well, I need to treat you like a fucking whore then’ he yelled again, hitting you even harder and, by that time you lost count of how many strokes he inflicted on your back until, suddenly, you heard someone kick down the front door.

‘Get the fuck off her you fucking animal, eh’ Arthur shouted, pointing the gun at your fiancé.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ Steven then asked, dropping the belt as he did and you immediately fell to the floor, crying and whining as you barely managed to hold onto one of the legs on the kitchen table.

‘I am Arthur fucking Shelby and you are fucking dead, eh’ Arthur said, pulling back the release mechanism on his gun in readiness to shoot.

‘Don’t’ you yelled out quickly and Arthur lowered the gun.

‘His father will kill my family. Please, don’t shoot’ you pleaded and Arthur waived at Isiah and one of the other gang members who walked over towards your fiancé and restrained him.

‘Listen to me you little fuck, eh. She and her family are under the protection of the Peaky Blinders now and you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders. You get this message to whoever the fuck your father is and unless he want’s a war with us, he will back off. Do you understand?’ Arthur explained to Steven before he pulled off his cap and cut him across each side of his face.

‘You will regret this’ Steven shouted in between screams from the pain across his face.

‘I think you haven’t been listening boy. My brother’s orders were to kill you if you harm this woman. You are alive right now because of her mercy but, my brother’s orders will stand if you lay a hand on her again or anyone from her family’ Arthur then said before kicking Steven into his crotch and helping you off the floor.

‘Common Love’ Arthur then said as he placed his coat over you carefully and helped you to his car.

Your back was bruised and bleeding and so was your chest and stomach. Your face was slowly turning purple and your cheek began to swell.

‘We will take you to the hospital Love’ he then said as he lay you down onto the backseat.

‘No hospital’ you said, knowing that the hospital staff will ask questions.

‘Tommy’s house it is then, eh’ Arthur said and you nodded quickly before asking about your parents and sisters.

Arthur asked you where they live and decided to send Isiah and one of the other gang members to their house for protection while Tommy decides what was going to happen.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrived at Tommy’s house and Francis greeted you quickly when she saw Arthur’s car pull up.

As soon as she saw that you were with him and heavily injured, she ran to get Tommy while calling one of Tommy’s trusted doctors to come to the house.

‘Fuck’ Tommy growled as he saw you. You were barely managing to hold onto Arthur’s shoulders.

‘He did this to her Tommy’ Arthur said as Tommy held onto you and helped you inside while you were still crying, barely able to deal with the pain across your back and stomach.

Without losing any time, Tommy and Arthur placed you to lie down on one of the lounges in the reading room while Francis fetched several towels and some water to clean up your wounds.

‘Tommy, I am sorry’ you said, unsure what you were sorry about. Was it the fact that you had just caused him trouble or that you were ruining his expensive sofa?

‘Don’t Love. There is nothing for you to be sorry about, eh’ Tommy said as he helped Francis to clean you up while Arthur gave him a detailed run down of what had happened at the apartment.

‘Oh my god, fuck’ you growled in pain each time Tommy or Francis touched one of your wounds with the cold wet towels and it was at this point that Tommy pulled out a small brown bottle from his jacket.

‘Drink this. It will make the pain go away’ Tommy said but you pushed his hand away and shook your head.

‘No, I can’t’ you said before another scream escaped your lips.

‘Where does it hurt?’ Tommy then asked as he observed you holding on to your stomach.

‘My stomach, it’s so much pain’ you cried.

‘Sit up. It might be better sitting up. The doctor is on her way, eh’ Tommy said reassuringly as he helped you into an upright position but, just as you sat up straight, you suddenly felt a gush of liquid drenching your skirt.

Instinctively, you reached for your lap with your hands before looking down, seeing your hands and skirt covered in bright red blood.

‘Y/N’ you heard Tommy shout loudly and then again more quietly as your mind went fuzzy and dizzy.

‘Call a fucking ambulance’ Tommy then shouted out to Francis, which was the last thing you could recall before everything in your mind went blank.

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