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salbei-141 · 1 year

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Good girl, stay quiet for me (Emmett x reader) Part 2 to A second chance

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Part 1 (A second chance)

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warnings: 18+, smut, age gap (reader is early 20s and Emmett is late 30s), masturbation, voyeurism, angst, fluff, praise kink, very very slight degradation kink

a/n: y’all i am so apologetic if this smut is unreadable, i don’t think i’ve ever written smut before, so forgive me if it’s too horrific lol

Anyway here’s part 2 of this 2-part series, enjoy!

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Shaking the memories off, you stared as Emmett was drawing one of his sons again - over the last few weeks with each other, you had opened up more about your past lives. One particular night though, you had been sharing a memory with Emmett as he listened intently, holding your body in his arms as he sometimes did now. You had been crying at whatever painful memory you were sharing when you felt his hand come to the side of your face, tilting it up and placing his lips upon yours. You hadn’t pulled away - you’d be lying to yourself if you had said you didn’t like how it felt, even though you knew the age gap between you both was morally wrong. His lips were slightly chapped as were yours - but there was a tenderness to how he handled you - your lips both matching a rhythm, it felt right. But just as things were heating up, he had pulled away, looking at anything but you - it broke your heart, was he playing with you? You wanted to cuss him out, and ask what was wrong but feared causing too much noise, so just let him go.

You just found yourself watching his back as he turned, collected his stuff and headed out of the hole you were in. What the fuck was that? How could he do something like that and then run with no explanation? You spent the rest of your night curled up on Emmett’s bed quietly crying to yourself, feeling so dejected as you realised you had slowly been developing feelings for the man you now shared your life with - how were you supposed to face him when he inevitably came back? Would he ask you to leave - realising he made a mistake?

Emmett had walked off, deciding to take watch up on the top floors of the building you now knew as home. He sat, hunting rifle at his side, staring out the shattered windows at the surrounding overgrown weeds. He wanted to scream at himself for what he’d let happen - it was selfish of him. He knew where you had come from and he wanted to protect you - what if you thought he was just as bad as the men before him? He’d been discreetly fawning over you the past few weeks and he knew exactly when he found himself thinking about you in the way that he was.

It was a couple of weeks into your stay with Emmett and he had gone on a small run for a few necessities - you had begged to go with him, but he had refused, and there was no way you could’ve convinced him. Instead of worrying about Emmett, you decided you could distract yourself - still keeping him in your thoughts. You had laid on his bed - which you now both shared and found yourself taking in his scent, relishing in it as you so often wished you could do. The day you met him you knew he was attractive, and the attraction to him had only grown since. You had countless restless nights, trying not to wake Emmett from his sleep as you’d feel a pool of wetness developing between your legs, aching for Emmett who lay peacefully next to you. On this particular day though, you allowed yourself to indulge in the fantasies you had been having of Emmett while no one was around.

Gently running your hand under your shirt and up to your chest, you placed your thumb and forefinger on your nipple - rolling it with tender pressure - letting a soft breath out at the thought of Emmett. You dreamed of how Emmett’s lips would feel on your breast - the sensitive buds being graced by the desperate sucking of his mouth. Not being able to tease yourself anymore, you moved your hand from your breasts to your neck, keeping a steady grip - only if it was Emmett’s hand - you felt feral, losing all sense of logic at the thought of the calloused caresses Emmett’s hands could provide. With your other hand, you trailed it down your stomach, reaching the band of your underwear, letting a soft whine out. Pushing beneath the band of your underwear, you glided your finger over your clit - your whole body was so sensitive - it had been so long since you’d been able to feel pleasure. Rubbing your clit in gentle circles, your mind was still focused on Emmett and how he’d feel between your legs. Trying to keep as quiet as you could - only letting the softest of moans escape your lips, you sped up, feeling as the heat in your abdomen intensified. Removing your fingers from your clit, you inserted them inside yourself, feeling the way your walls throbbed with a dire need to be filled by Emmett. As you effortlessly pumped in and out of yourself, hearing the way your pussy would squelch as your fingers continuously worked it - you could hear it echoing within the small room you were in and a part of you wished Emmett had been here to witness it. With a few more pumps of your fingers, you felt the coil in your abdomen tightening up and with one more push, and a quiet moan of Emmett’s name, you felt the coil snap as your orgasm rolled over your body, causing your thighs to tremble as you whimpered at the loss of your fingers, still not feeling like you had been full enough, to begin with. Letting out a final quiet breathy moan, you rolled onto your side and made quick action at cleaning yourself, and bringing your heart rate down to normal before Emmett would be back. However, unbeknownst to you, Emmett had heard your breathy moans as he was about to slide back into the pipe. Instead, he had found himself growing hard in his trousers - trying to keep himself at bay, feeling like he had intruded upon you, but he was entranced by your sinful sounds and couldn’t move. The moment he had heard your quiet moaning of his name, however, he had lost all control and found himself pulling his cock - leaking with precum - out of his trousers. He gripped his cock pumping it with his hand, managing to keep his grunting to himself - avoiding alerting anything potentially around them. He continued this until he felt the pleasure in himself building and with a final pump, hearing as you started to move about with quiet, fastened breaths he had cum onto the floor beneath him, keeping his breathing steady as he put himself back in his trousers. Deciding an appropriate amount of time before he went back down, he realised how much of an issue this was about to become.

It had been a few hours now since Emmett had left to watch over the abandoned train station you were kept up in, and minute by minute it dawned on him just how much of an asshole he was. You had kissed him back - you clearly felt something for him, and he had just stood and left you without looking back once. He was hardly acting like an adult right now, and he needed to check up on you - he cared for you, a lot.

Treading cautiously back to you, he found your body curled up in the bed you now shared - you were lying on his side with the blanket pulled right up to your chin. As he walked forward, he saw the dried tears you had quietly cried as he had left you temporarily, and his heart broke. How could he hurt you like this? You didn’t deserve to feel such pain, and he was damned if he was about to let you go any longer not hearing from him.

Feeling as the bed dipped and someone started gently stroking your hair, you stirred from the nap you were having and opened your eyes, meeting Emmett’s gaze. He looked guilty, and a part of you was glad, but it also made you feel bad seeing him like this.

“Can we talk?” his tone was weary, he wasn’t sure how you were feeling and didn’t want to further cross any boundaries.

Sitting up, you gave a quiet reply, sleep still tangled with your mind, “Of course.”

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve being treated like that and - ...and I don’t regret kissing you one bit,” he stared directly into your eyes, a sudden heat spread throughout your body at the small confession, “but I understand if you don’t want this to happen again - you’re a lot younger, and I don’t want you to feel like you can’t back out if you regret this, I shouldn’t have been so selfish in my desires, I’m sorry.” A sudden feeling of vulnerability overcame Emmett, and he couldn’t bring himself to hold eye contact with you anymore - instead looking at the wall.

Staring at his form, you decided to ask, “And if I don’t want this to continue, will I have to leave?”, you weren’t serious, but you wanted to know.

Snapping his head back to you, his eyes were wide - did you believe he’d let you just go back out alone? “No of course not y/n. You’re staying here with me, and that’s final. I’m not letting you out of my sight ever, as long as I can see you, I know you’re as safe as you can be, and I couldn’t give that up.”

You raised your hand, placing it on his cheek, feeling as he leaned into your touch, “Well it’s okay because I don’t think I’d ever want to leave you, Emmett.” Emmett’s eyes flittered back up to your own as you continued, “I care about you a lot Emmett, this is the first time since...since Dad that I’ve felt genuinely safe, and I couldn’t think of anything more painful than not continuing whatever this is with you.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, and any worries that were once present had now dissipated into thin air - it was just the both of you now. His lips were back on yours again, and this time they were more fervent than before. Letting out a quiet moan of shock, you reciprocated quickly, moving your own lips to join in a passionate kiss. Callous hands pawed at the sides of your waist - he couldn’t hide his desperation as he gently bit down on your lip, causing you to let out a soft gasp, allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth - both fighting for dominance, until you inevitably lost and you felt his grip tighten. Pulling back for air, the both of you lay your foreheads against each other.

“Are you sure you want this?” Emmett wanted you - it was clear as his cock had started to harden in his trousers.

Without another word, you pulled him back into a kiss, slowly rubbing at his cock through his trousers - you had been dreaming of this for weeks, desperate to be filled by him. Feeling a growing wetness pool in your pants, you pulled your shirt over your head, breaking the kiss and feeling Emmett’s eyes hungrily staring at your exposed body. Pushing you back onto the bed, Emmet laid above your body. Bending close to your ear he whispered, “Be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yeah? Can you do that for me darlin’?” Your pussy clenched at his words, you didn’t think his voice could have that much of an effect on you, but you were glad to have been proven wrong. Moving back to your lips, he moved to your neck, trailing small love bites down to your chest, making you let out quiet breaths - being careful to not make too much sound. Bringing one of his hands to your breast, he massaged it gently as his mouth came down to suck on your unattended nipple. Biting down on your lip, you started to feel yourself grow desperate to feel him inside of you - you couldn't handle any more foreplay, you needed him.

“mmm please” you quietly moaned out, cautious not to break your one rule.

“What was that darlin'? Use your words like a good girl.” his hand had dipped beneath the waistband of your trousers and into your pants as he lazily circled your clit, drawing out the smallest of whines from you. His cock was straining painfully against his jeans, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could deal with it.

“Please I need you in me, I can’t wait anymore, please” He couldn’t deny your pleas - you sounded so desperate and pretty.

Pulling your trousers off in a singular swift motion, he placed gentle kisses on the insides of your thighs, teasing you before he pulled your underwear off and flung them onto the floor. Sitting back up, Emmett admired your naked body beneath him as he sat fully clothed still - you were beautiful, how had he got so lucky to have you? Before you could whine anymore, Emmett ripped his own clothes off, pressing his lips to yours to silence you.

Gently lining his cock up with your pussy, he gently pushed his way in - noticing the way your face contorted in pain.

“I’m sorry darlin’, you tell me to stop if it’s too much. You’re such a good girl taking me so far though, such a good slut for me.” his gentle degradation and care for your wellbeing had your pussy clenching around him already as you were suppressing desperate moans.

“no it’s okay, keep going, feels good, just hurts a little - I can take it” You looked up and him doe-eyed and it took everything in him not to slam into your tight pussy and have you panting for air.

Pushing himself further, he whispered gentle praises into your ear until he was buried inside of you. Stilling himself, he checked if you were okay, and the moment you reassured him, he was pulling back out, before he’d push back into you with military-grade-like precision. Trying to suppress his own grunts, he placed a hand over your mouth to suppress the lewd sounds that came from your mouth.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well, fuck.” continuing to pump into you, Emmett could feel the tension in his abdomen starting to tighten as the lewd squelching of your pussy echoed in the small room.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go darlin’ you feel too good”

“s’okay, can I touch myself please, I need it” Your desperation and asking for permission almost pushed him over the edge. With a nod of his head, Emmett admired as you placed one hand between the both of you and started circling your clit as he continued to penetrate your pussy. Unable to control the subtle whimpers, you could feel your orgasm building in your stomach - circling your clit faster as Emmett placed his lips back onto yours.

With a final pump, your orgasm overwhelmed your body and your thighs shook against Emmett as he let you ride your orgasm out on him - you felt cock-drunk cumming over his cock as he praised you through your orgasm. As your walls continued to spasm, Emmett pulled himself out of you, hearing your quiet whimper of displeasure at the loss of fullness, and he continued to pump himself until he came on your stomach with a quiet grunt that had your pussy clenching around nothing.

Getting ready to clean yourself up, Emmett pushed your body back down and without saying a word went to get a cloth that he soaked in water and came back to clean you from his cum.

Smiling up at him, you stared as he came back to lay next to you, still not sharing any words, just being pulled into his chest, and basking in each other’s comfort, not needing to talk just yet.

Letting out a breath, Emmett tilted his face to look into your eyes, “I hope that was good enough to make up for earlier”.

“Yeah, it was. Better than good, thank you.” Nuzzling into his chest, you could feel your eyes growing heavy, feeling safe in Emmett’s arms.

“Go to sleep pretty girl, you deserve it.” Giving your forehead a peck, Emmett pulled the both of you down further into the bed, watching as you closed your eyes until your breathing evened out. Smiling at your relaxed, sleeping state, he whispered an “I love you” into your hair - his confession falling on deaf ears, feeling himself relaxing enough to fall asleep intertwined with your sleeping figure.

#emmett x reader #emmett a quiet place #emmett x reader a quiet place #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #a quiet place #a quiet place 2 #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fluff #fem reader #x female reader #love confession #angst #x reader #y/n #cillian murphy x y/n

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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Only Friends Character Rankings Pre-Air

Jojo, Ninew, Ninepinta and Vivienne have now presented their stable of hoes to us, y'all have chosen your fighters, and I am gnawing on concrete in anticipation of August 12. Since I'm gonna be doing weekly character rankings, I wanted to set up a pre-air Clown Checkpoint so I can look back later and see how wrong I was. Until that YouTube premiere countdown hits zero, we know exactly nothing, but I'm ready to predict whose gay wrongs I will most support! Here we go!

1. Nick

I just want you to love only me!

Audience ranking: 6

Ever since Mark Pakin showed up in that pilot trailer scheming and sex-taping, Nick has been MY DUDE. I want him to be the most manclown character of all time. I want him to be DESPERATE AND PATHETIC for Boston's dick. ANSWER EVERY BOOTY CALL NICK, I BELIEVE IN YOU. HE WANTS YOU TO DO A THREESOME? NO PROBLEM, WHATEVER YOU WANT BABE. I want Nick to call his bestie (Sand?) crying because Boston came over at 3:02 a.m. and left at 4:37 a.m. and 15 minutes of that was him taking a post-coital shower. I want crying and begging and clinging and devious acts. Khun Pakin has the chops to make my dreams come alive, make it happen boo!

2. Mew

My type is pretty simple. I'm not a picky kind of guy.

Audience ranking: 4

Right up until time of posting I thought my #2 seed would be Boston, but something is telling me that when it comes to manipulation and making grown men cry, Mew will emerge the champion. Something in this butter-wouldn't-melt expression is telling me this man is the true demon from hell whereas Boston is merely a top-tier-yet-still-garden-variety slut. Him shit-kicking Boston into the pool and then jumping in himself to finish the job is the kinda deranged shit I respect immensely. Kill them all Mew. You deserve.

3. Boston

You should be glad to be my favourite.

Audience ranking: 5

I may have called this man a garden variety slut, but I love a good slut though! Especially one who will lend his toys to help out a friend. And then almost instantly regret it. And then cause chaos and problems for himself as a result. And then make it everybody else's chaos and problems. Basically, I expect Boston's job to be throwing hole around Bangkok and ruining lives, and I expect him to do it WELL, and I expect him to do it in the sluttiest rent boy outfits I've ever seen.

4. Ray

You think my life will be better with you? It's only fucking going down to hell.

Audience ranking: 3

Speaking of chaos and problems, OUR BI DISASTER IS HERE GUYS! Bisexual? Bipolar? Why not both? The trailer is letting us know from jump that Ray is A Mess With Money and happy to use that money to buy himself some company, but also not able to keep those lines from getting blurred. I’m expecting this character to make me fall in love with him but also want to strangle him, Teh Krittikorn Saetun-style, so expect this ranking to go up until he is somehow my fave.

5. Sand

Friends don't charge friends. Besides, you should save your money for a shrink.

Audience ranking: 2

First Kanaphan’s job at GMMTV is to rip our hearts out roughly twice a year, and he’s right on schedule. It seems like Sand never learned not to fall for poor little rich boys, so we will all have to suffer with him. Honestly his ranking is this low right now because I see these guitars and microphones and I want no part of them. There is a short list of GMMTV boys allowed to sing at me and as much as I love First he is not on it. Ditch the microphone and bring back the baseball bat bb, I’m ready to see you bust some heads, kneecaps, car windows, whatever in pursuit of your love.

6. Top

When I take aim, I never miss.

Audience ranking: 7

Ah yes, the hoe-turned-seeming-housewife who’s actually still hoeing. The village bike. The community top. Boston basically turns him out and he’s not only fine with it, he falls for the john. Delicious. I desire his ruin like I’ve desired nothing before in media.

7. Everybody we don’t know nothing about yet (Yo, Nam/Syrup, Nes, Lesbian!Nonnie, A Wild Papang, various and assorted surprise guests I’m pretty sure we’re getting)

Friends don't do this to each other.

Audience ranking: 1 (combined score)

We await the tea on all the side characters, but the casting is superb, and I’m ready to see how high in the rankings they can climb.

LET THE MESS COMMENCE!

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends series #only friends #bl meta series

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kitixie · 1 year

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Unknown / Nth (T.S.)

hey y’all! this is just a little one shot inspired by the new hozier song, unknown / nth. i highly highly recommend!!

word count: 1.2k

warnings: this is SAD. like, sad sad.

A marriage to Tommy Shelby was not for the faint of heart. He was a liar, a secret keeper, a killer. He was many things a man should not be. But God, did you love him. He hung your moon and stars, he was the rising and setting sun, and your world revolved around him. He was it for you, and you thought you were it for him too.

Until Grace.

Until Grace came along, and Tommy started staying out late, saying things that your Tommy never would have said to you. He became hateful, cold, and distant towards you. Instead of being the sun, he was now the darkness. The kind that swept in at night and stole all signs of happiness and joy, the kind that pillaged until you begged for a shred of the man you knew to come back. It’s funny how true colors shine in darkness.

By the time Tommy began to change, you were in deep. With him, with the Shelbys, with all of it. You and Tommy had experienced things that would bring most couples together. You had felt the loss of two children inside your womb, and Tommy had been there for all of it. You had felt the death of your father, yet he had stayed constant. You moved homes, you survived fights, you survived wars. You survived. Maybe that was the issue, you were just surviving. How long could you act like he wasn’t becoming someone you didn’t recognize? How long could you last, when every night he came home smelling like her, your heart cracked?

“Thomas?” You called, hearing the front door shut.

“Yeah, Y/N, ‘ts just me,” he responded blandly.

You could hear footsteps, but they sounded like they were stumbling. He was drunk, once again, which meant he would come into your shared room bearing the scent of Grace, once again.

You watched him as he footed his way through the bedroom door, tripping over things that weren’t there.

“Thomas, are you drunk? This is the third night this week, and it’s only Wednesday.”

“And what if I am, Y/N? Who cares?” He spat, narrowing his eyes at you.

“I care, Tommy. I care,” you let out in a whisper, a tear slipping from your eye.

You had set a rule for yourself when he first started going out. No crying in front of Thomas, especially not over things that Thomas did. If he saw you cry, he’d work his way in, feeding off your emotions like a succubus. You couldn’t let him do that, you had to keep him at an arms length, especially right now. Your heart ached for him, for its home inside of his hands. More than anything, you wanted to tear out the dreadful thing and hand over to him, let him fully destroy it. It had always belonged to him, ever since you were school children. The Tommy you had grown up knowing, the one you had dated since you were 16, the one you had married, was gone. He no longer existed, yet his body stood in front of you. It was cruel thing, to be married and chained to someone like that. To be bound by so much trauma and grief and love, yet to know they are not the same person who shared those feelings with you. To feel so close, yet be reminded that you are so far away by the cheap perfume and lipstick smeared on his shirt collar.

“What are you crying ‘bout, Y/N? You’ve nothin’ to be sad about.” He spoke, not having compassion, but annoyance.

A million feelings boiled in your chest. Anger, grief, passion, pride. But the one that was leading them all, the one that ruled every word about to come from your mouth, was love.

“I’m crying because I miss you, Tommy. I miss you, and you’re off doing God knows what with that bar keep, Grace. I can’t stand it, Tommy. To see her have what’s mine. Do you know what it feels like to be inside my body? Do you know I could break beneath the weight of the goodness and love I still carry for you?”, you screamed, letting the feelings flow like a free river, “I feel like I’ve been caged, Thomas. I feel like I’ve been banished to a room, only able to watch our lives through glass panes. I can’t touch you, I can’t hold you, I can barely speak to you. But I love you, God I love you Thomas. I wish you knew what it was like.”

You had stood from your seat on the bed, letting your hair fall around you as you sunk to the floor. Your hand cradled your face, drying your own tears. You had always been able to be alone, always being fine when Tommy had to go away for a while. But this time, you couldn’t tell if Tommy would ever come back, not really. He was totally different.

Tommy stared at you, a blank look on his face as he observed your crumpled form. Your shoulders shook, and you let heaving sobs fall from your mouth. Was it worth it to stay here? To let this love you had once known control everything you could ever know? How would the two of you fair this storm? How would you not only survive, but come out thriving? Was it worth the weight of carrying this burden, of knowing that Tommy was disloyal?

“I don’t know what to do, Love. I’m lost.” He finally spoke, his voice coming out a whisper.

“Tommy, I would cross the earth for you. I would walk so far to take the injury of knowing you. I just need you to reach out a hand for me. I would give you everything, and you know that, you have to know that.”

He had to know.

“I know, Y/N, I know. I’m sorry, Love, for how I’ve been acting.”

Tommy had agreed to some counseling after your breakdown, and not much had changed. He still came home smelling like her, kept staying out, just now he went on weekends and swore it was with his brothers. He kept trying to trick you, and he truly thought he was getting away with it.

Not anymore. Now, as you stood in your bedroom, stuffing clothing into a small suitcase, no tears were in your eyes. No feelings were in your heart except anger and betrayal. Once again, you heard the stumbling footsteps of Tommy Shelby. You had become used to the sounds by now, being able to accurately tell that it was him and where he was on the staircase.

He finally entered your room, a look of shock crossing his face.

“Y/N, what are ya doin’?” He slurred. Typical.

“I’m leaving, Thomas. I’m leaving Birmingham, and I’m leaving you.” You said, keeping a calm tone.

“No, ya aren’t. You’re my wife.” He grumbled, sharpening his words.

“Thomas, I don’t want to be your wife. I won’t lay with you while your with her.” You zipped the suitcase.

“What the ‘ell are ya talkin’ about! You don’t know anythin’!” He screamed, his face redding.

You kept calm. You had already had this fight in your head a thousand times.

“I am leaving, Thomas. I gave you my heart, and now I see it’s pieces stuck in your teeth. I am done.”

You gathered your suitcase, and left the home you had built together, finally finished with trying to know and understand Tommy Shelby. There are some people who are better unknown.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby fic #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinder fanfic #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fic #tommy shelby #kitixiewrites

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thatoneluckybee · 10 months

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School Bus Graveyard Episode 61 Thoughts

Okay thoughts time cause HU!HG?!?Q>?

The logo was altered!! Not by much but I love the detail that some falling rubble was covering the edges of the logo at the beginning of the episode.

Ben holding/protecting Tyler under the (table? desk?) is everything to me. Ben Clark is a golden retriever in all the best ways. I am dealing with the after effects of the Ben Fever we all got a few weeks ago.

Same goes for Taylor protecting Ashlyn! It’s so cute and Taylor has been coming in CLUTCH lately. I’m so excited for this development with her after Tyler’s injury. I just hope she’s able to target her (rightful) anger at the right people and not at the rest of the group. (Also ASHLYN CRYING BABY NO)

“Wanna Know How I Got These Scars?” Aiden, no, we do not, put your eyes back in please. (Also—I LOVE the shading and dramatic effects on this panel.)

Okay, the parents are DEFINITELY being affected by the rift and Phantom Dimension. Mike was dizzy when the kids all came back!! And I love how responsible both of Ashlyn’s parents (as well as everyone else so far) are being—Immediately jumping in to help when it sounds like someone is in trouble. I just hope this serves as a wake-up call for Aiden’s mom and dad.

We’ve seen Ashlyn scared before but… holy cow I don’t think she’s been pictured as this terrified before. And rightfully so! I want to give her a hug and a chocolate milk. Also, I adore how Logan immediately noticed and rushed to help. He’s really grown in his emotional maturity over the series and I’m loving the payoff.

Yes, honey, you are becoming phantoms. Is this confirmation of the theory? I’ll take it as confirmation of the theory.

…The parallels between the earlier panel of Tyler “waking up” vs Aiden now is…. oh my. And the altered text was DEEPLY disturbing. But I had to try not to laugh at imagining what he sounds like right now. Probably like he’s a 40 year old man who’s smoked a six-pack ev’ry night since way back when.

LILY BABY NooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO and Aiden IMMEDIATELY being concerned about Ashlyn is everything. In all honestly the ship concerned me at the beginning but I am ALL ABOARD and ready to set sail now. They both have grown so much and while it would have been iffy at the start it’s becoming a really sweet and wholesome relationship, regardless of whether it stays platonic or divulges into romance.

The flashbacks were INSANE. But also, let’s take a moment seeing these to appreciate HOW MUCH THE ART HAS IMPROVED!!! Supersupersuper proud of Red and her entire team. This was like a short montage of the growth and I love that so much. Also…. could this potentially count as an “oh” moment for Ashlyn?? And the immediate jump afterwards to Aiden’s maybe-dead-maybe-not body was such incredibly timed and perfected formatted whiplash!!!!!

Ashlyn initiating the contact was huge for her. We know she isn’t a fan of touchy-feely stuff or close contact so this is big. I thing there was a “some people are worth being uncomfortable for” comic with the BTW and TBH creature that sums up my thoughts on this? But yeah, I loved this. She’s growing more comfortable AND this was entirely respectful of her boundaries while also allowing her to push past her comfort zone? Amazing.

”So this is what it feels like” uhhhhhhhh I need a seperate ramble post for this cause I don’t want to trigger tag this one and have it filtered but I have… a lot to say. Very relatable and makes me appreciate these characters more. I love how this whole short scene was pulled off though. Definitely a lot of emotions for this one, I had to pause for a moment to process.

“I don’t like how much she’s shaking” MY HEART

Aaaaand THANK YOU RED FOR ANOTHER AMAZING EPISODE!!! I’ve got so many longer thoughts and theories and ideas and rambels and AUGHHHHHHH I can’t fit them all!!!

#school bus graveyard #sbg #rambles #logan fields #ashlyn banner #aiden clark #ben clark #taylor hernandez #tyler hernandez #ashden #aidlyn

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doitforbangchan · 7 months

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Cloudy day - Felix

Hello loveys, this was requested by the wonderful @softkisshyunjin <3 thank you for being so sweet, i am so happy we are friends :')

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Not proofread :)

Idol!Felix x Fan!reader (afab)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, cheating (not reader), cursing, panic attack, crying, Felix being perfect as usual WC: 2k

This was surreal. Here you were, about to meet Straykids, the people you have been idolizing for years, at their fan meeting. Even being in the same city as them was worth the 3 hour drive, let alone getting to meet them. You were buzzing with excitement. You had a feeling this was going to be the best day ever! It didn’t matter to you that you were at the very back of the line, you would wait all day if you had too!

And wait all day you did. Only a few hours but it felt like time was dragging on and on, ever the close to the front you got.The one downside was your boyfriend didn’t want to join you today. You had begged him to come with you, as your boyfriend he should want to share your joy with you, even though it didn’t interest him. Just like you had done for him time and time again; be it going to sports matches or going to clubs with his shitty friends, you always did what he wanted. So it hurt a little that he wouldn’t do the same for you - claiming he had an important meeting for work he couldn’t miss.

Whatever. It didn’t matter he wasn’t here, you were happy anyways. Plus it was almost your turn! You were chatting with the girls (the only 3 people left in line) behind you when you were ushered to the first member, album in hand ready for them to sign it.

Walking up to the table you were greeted by I.N’s smiling face, beckoning you over. You held back a squeal when you reached him. He was so pleasant! A kind young man who chatted with you and signed your albums and photocards, adding a smiley face after his name.

It went like that when you met all of the boys, a few of them letting you hold their hands (Swoon) and being so kind to you, even though you figured they were probably tired from meeting so many people. The only one left to meet was Felix.

Just as you were a few feet away, waiting your turn your phone started to ring. You explicitly told everyone you knew not to bother you unless it was an emergency so you knew something bad must have happened. Looking at the screen it was a call from your boyfriend. You answered instantly.

“Hey babe, what's going on?” Worry laced your voice.

“Hey…. listen Y/n… I know this is a terrible time to do this and I’m really sorry, but….” He paused, sounding frustrated.

“What is it honey? Did something happen at work?”

He sighed, “I’m breaking up with you.”

You felt your world shatter at his words. “W-what? W-why?”

“I’ve kinda been seeing Katy for a few weeks.” His fucking coworker? “And it's been going really well. She’s into the same things I am, and isn’t a grown adult fangirling over a bunch of boys who can barely dance. Look, just mail me the stuff I left at your place. I have a box of your stuff I'm dropping off in front of your door. Sorry y/n.” Then he hung up the phone.

Suddenly you couldn’t breathe, your chest feeling tight and you were getting lightheaded. What the actual fuck. Cheating with his coworker he told you not to worry about. Fuck how stupid could you be? A whole year of your life down the drain.

Hot tears were streaming down your face, blurring your vision.

You didn’t even register that you were being ushered forward until you were face to face with the sunshine boy himself. He was beaming at you but that was fading into a look of worry as he took in your panicked features.

“Hey, dearie, are you ok?” He asked but you couldn’t respond. The feeling of impending doom taking you over completely.

“I-I” You were wheezing, trying to get words out but struggling beyond comprehension. “Im…no, I-” This was the worst place you could have gotten a panic attack. It had been so long since you had one you almost forgot how much it overcame you. Though it came to no surprise to you when the sobs started to wrack your body.

Felix had a look of panic on his own face now, and he turned to make eye contact with his security who came forward to help you. Felix addressed the security “I don’t know what happened, but please show this young woman to the back room and make sure she is alright.”

The security uttered a quick ‘right away sir’ and led you away gently. Fuck this was so embarrassing. Not only had Felix seen you act a mess, but you were getting worried looks from all the members. This was quickly turning into the worst day ever.

You were led to a back room where a team of people were asking you what was wrong and if you needed assistance. It took you a while to get your breathing back in check and calm down enough to answer them. By the time the medic team was sure you were alright you were ready to leave and put this whole mess behind you, but they insisted you stay; apparently they had been asked to keep you around.

It wasn’t too long after that you found out why. Mr. Sunshine himself made an appearance, coming through the door and looking around. When he spotted you sitting there waiting he looked relieved.

“There you are!” He sped walked to you, crouching down in front of your still shaking form, and grabbing both your hands in his. “I had been so worried! We all were! Are you ok sweetheart?”

You could barely stutter a reply, “I’m o-ok, F-felix. ‘M really sorry f-for causing a scene.”

He shook his head, “No, no don’t worry about it! I know a panic attack when I see one and I know it can't be stopped sometimes.” His hands rubbed the skin on the back of yours in comforting circles. “The medic team said your name is Y/n, is that right?”

You nodded to his question. “I’m Felix, but - you already know that cuz you said it already..” he laughed off his mistake, causing you to have a small smile at the sound.

“Yes. It's nice-to meet you Felix.” you were starting to get a grip on the shaking.

“Where are you from, Y/n?” You answered his question and thus began him getting to know you and asking you questions about yourself, noticing the more he chatted with you the better you were getting, him seemingly taking your mind off of your panic attack. He wanted to know all about you, how old you were, what you did for a living, your hobbies, and your hopes and dreams.

He was curious about why it happened in the first place, though. “Y/n if you think you’d be able to talk about it, do you mind if I ask what happened when you were in line? I had seen you looking so happy just a few minutes before.”

You felt yourself deflate at his inquiry; your heart started to race again as you remembered why you had the attack in the first place. “ I was having a great time, you were all so nice. It’s just that, w-when I was in line about to meet you I got a call.. From my boyfriend…Well now ex boyfriend.” You felt the tears start to gather on your lash line. “He umm, he broke up with me…because he’s been cheating on me with his coworker..”

Felix opened his mouth in shock. How could anyone want to cheat on someone as beautiful as you? You were so sweet! It made no sense to him. He spoke before he registered his own words, “He is a fucking idiot.” He felt his face redden at his statement.

You froze for a moment, before you burst into giggles at Felixs’ words. He couldn’t help but start laughing with you, finding your own contagious. It only took a few seconds before you both were clutching your stomachs, uncontrollably laughing together.

Something about Felix just made you feel better. Lighter. His overall presence just brought you extreme comfort. “Thank you for saying that. Honestly, to spring this on me when I was having such a good time is a dick move.”

Felix nodded, “For real, what kind of person does that to someone? What kind of person cheats on such a pretty girl to begin with?”

You blushed at his words, choosing to ignore them and focusing on the first half of his statement. “ He was not a very good boyfriend that's for sure, he never wanted to do anything I did and would put me down when I was enthusiastic about something. I had begged him to come with me today but he declined saying he had a ‘meeting’. Though now I know It was to meet up with his side chick.”

“His mistress!” Felix exclaimed. “That is terrible. I would say I’m sorry for your loss, but honestly I’m not.” When you gave him a slight confused look he continued, blushing again. “I mean, if he hadn’t broken up with you when he did I never would have gotten to talk to such an amazing girl. His loss really.”

“You really think that?” You were getting choked up, overwhelmed by his words.

He nodded, “I do. Forgive me for being bold, but when I first saw you standing in line I could not keep my eyes off of you. Seeing you dancing and laughing with the other people in line made me excited to meet you.” He took your hand in yours. “I know we don’t know each other and you literally just got out of a relationship but if you are willing, I would love to get to know you more.”

The tears were leaking from your eyes again, “oh Felix..” You couldn’t find the words to describe how flooded with emotion you felt.

The blonde tightened his hold on your hands, “ please don't cry, we don’t have to continue anything if you don’t want to, we can leave here just friends or even less if that’s what you want.”

“No!” you protested louder than you had intended. “I mean, I do want to get to know you more, Felix. I am just feeling very overwhelmed right now.”

He nodded in understanding, “I can only imagine. We can take it super slow, if you'll have me.”

“I think I would like that very much.” You answered shyly. Felix broke out in a wide grin and launched himself at you, suffocating you in a hug. You reciprocated his hug just as tightly, laughing at his antics.

Suddenly Felix pulled back, looking as if he had an epiphany. “I have a great idea!” You hummed for him to continue. “Why don’t you post a picture of us on your social media, maybe it will make your ex jealous!”

“That… would actually be hilarious, Felix. Let's do it.”

He helped you wipe the makeup from under your eyes and patted down your hair. Then together you posed, with Felix giving your cheek a light kiss as the camera snapped the picture.

You both were giggling as you uploaded the picture to Instagram with the caption ‘so glad I have my sunshine to brighten my cloudy day <3’

Maybe today was your best day ever, after all.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

©doitforbangchan

#stray kids #stray kids x reader #skz #lee felix #lee felix x reader #felix lee #fluff #🍯 writes

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niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian · 7 months

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New Story time!

This one is dedicated to the ever so talented @cosmoshard, who made the rough sketch that inspired this piece in the first place,

also, this serves as some semi-revenge on her for making me cry on my birthday XD

This time, the story is focused the ARK siblings themselves, Shadow and Maria!

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“Are you almost done yet grandpa?” Maria impatiently rocked back and forth on her feet, earning a light wack on her head from a piece of paper. “Hey!”

“Hold still, Maria! Your back needs to be straight and still.” Gerald exclaimed, the marker he was holding nearly creating a mark on top of Maria’s head, taking a moment trying to rub the stain from her hair with his fingers.

Maria made a face at Gerald, moving her head away from his hands. “I am holding still, grandpa! I’m trying to make sure I’m getting taller!”

“Well, you’re not making it easier with you doing all this fidgeting.” He placed his hands and her shoulders to keep her still. “Now just keep still. And don’t stand on your toes either.”

The girl fought the urge to roll her eyes as her grandfather finally made a mark on the wall, drawing a straight line while she backed away, bouncing on her feet. “Ok, you’re all done.”

She looked among marks and lines from previous measuring sessions, seeing that the current one was hovering above the previous line.

She let out a gasp and started jumping up and down. “I grew! I got taller, grandpa! See, look at it!”

”Yes, yes I see it.” He gave a pat to her head, taking notes on his clipboard. He walked over to his desk with Maria following close behind him.

She moved in front of him while he continued to write. “I can’t believe the new line you drew was higher this time! How tall am I now?”

Gerald paused and lifted up one of the papers to read it. “Well, according to the results, you’ve grown…” He stopped mid sentence, a look of surprise. “Oh my, this is odd.”

Maria stopped her joyful skipping, sensing his change in tone. “What, what is it?”

”It says here that your height from this month is less than it was last month.” He hung his head down, sighing dramatically and placing a hand on her shoulder. “I’m afraid that you're shrinking, my dear.”

His granddaughter’s face went from worried to annoyed in a second flat, pushing his hand away and rolling her eyes. “Grandpa….”

The man chuckled at her unamused expression. “I’m only teasing, you’ve grown about a total of 6 inches from last month. You’re about 4’3 now. Almost getting to 5 feet already.”

Maria’s face lit up and did a celebratory dance with some spinning involved, nearly bumping into Gerald in the process and tripping over her feet. He quickly caught her before she fell over, slinging an arm around her and pulling her close to his side.

”My goodness, I’ve never seen you so excited about something like this before, may I ask why?”

Wrapping her arms around him, she raised her head with a wide smile on her face. “Because! It’s the first time I’ve gotten this tall in awhile. You always told me that healthy kids grow big and tall whenever they eat their veggies and get enough sleep, it’s finally working for me!”

The smile on Gerald’s face faltered when she finished by hugging him tighter. Bless this child for keeping her hope high with a statement like this.

He always told her when she was younger that those things were important to do, eating as much healthy food to keep her immune system from failing, getting enough sleep so her body can get its rest, even those times where he told her not to tell lies otherwise her nose would grow long each time she did.

It made him grateful knowing that these little things were making a difference for her in her lonely life up here in the colony, even though it felt like it was wrong giving her such high expectations for her condition, since there was no cure for it but making her think that something like this is actually helping her illness when in reality it would barely make a dent in it overall broke his heart even more.

He forced a smile on his face and squeezed her back. “You're very right on that. I told you it would work out eventually.”

Maria beamed a wide smile, skipping towards the door. “Where are you heading off to?” Gerald called after her, making her nearly slip on the floor when she slowed herself down.

“I'm going tell him about it!”

“Who?”

“Shadow! He's been wondering if I was getting better, I gotta go and tell him before he gets worried!” She ran out of the room as soon as she finished, her pigtailed hair flying out wildly behind her as she disappeared before the doors even closed.

Gerald stood there in ear numbing silence, his hands clenched up into fists as those last words lasting through his ears like a forever frozen echo.

‘Wondering if I was getting better’....

A grim expression masked over his face. “Oh my child, if only it were as simple as that for you.”

Read the rest on Ao3!

#posting this on Ark Sibling Sunday :p /j #I’m joking but I wonder if we should do something with them? since they movie featuring them is coming out this year…#idk maybe if enough people want to do it 🤷‍♀️#ark siblings #shadow #maria robotnik #shadow the hedgehog #gerald robotnik #sth #sonic fanfiction

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beargyufairy · 8 months

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Just My Thoughts Pt. 7

Natsu’s Growth

I’ve been disappointed a few times at how Hiro Mashima writes his characters and plot. But never have I ever been as disappointed as I was when I read this panel in the 100 YQ.

For reference, Natsu made a joke about disinfecting Lucy’s burns. It was not even a funny joke. I don’t think anyone laughed. Lucy was burned after trying to calm Natsu who consumed Ignia’s flames to battle against the water dragon god. While he did succeed in the fight, he lost control of himself and was stumped by the flames.

This is such a disappointing situation when it comes to Natsu and his development as a character. Everything he experienced in the original manga/anime is put to shame. It’s like his growth as a person disappeared into thin air. I mean come on!! Is Mashima being serious right now?! Because am I supposed to believe this is the same Natsu who wouldn’t let Gray use Ice Shell on more than one occasion?! Natsu knows the consequences of Ice Shell and refuses to let that happen to Gray no matter how dire the circumstances are. Even though Gray and Natsu would never admit it, their relationship is unique and filled with love. They may be rivals and opposite (considering the ice/fire, demon/devil slayer attributes) but their friendship has grown so much since the start of Fairy Tail. Doesn’t this show how considerate Natsu is?! How important the lives of his friends is to him?

If that isnt enough here’s another example. When Erza was sacrificing herself in the Tower of Heaven arc, Natsu refused to let her go and eventually saved her. Erza is important to him and Fairy Tail. He wants her to live on. Doesn’t this show how much Natsu cares about everyone?! Is he making a joke about Erza?! No he isn’t.

Okay fine those examples aren’t about Lucy right, so why does it matter?! Because Natsu would never joke about burning his friends, accident or not. And if it’s about Lucy, then most definitely not. Lucy is probably the member of Fairy Tail he cares about the most (aside from Happy). When Future Lucy died, Natsu almost went completely rogue (pun intended, if you know what I mean). He even stated that something precious was taken from him. Furthermore, when Lucy was “dead” during the Alverez arc, Natsu lost it. Literally, he became END, the demon everyone fears, the strongest creation of Zeref, the black wizard. Lucy’s life was so important to him that without it, there was nothing holding him back. He even stated that he can’t be stopped after having flashbacks about her supposed death.

Natsu couldn’t care less about the world ending. He wanted to fight the people that made Lucy cry. That’s what he was focused on. And so after all this, Mashima wants me to believe that Natsu would joke about burning Lucy?! Yeah, I don’t think so. After everything Natsu went through, he would’ve at least felt guilty. Considering that it was Lucy of all people he burned, he would’ve apologized over and over again. Why?! Because she’s so important to him. He literally became a demon when he thought she died!! Isn’t that proof enough?! I also think that he would feel so grateful to her. This isn’t the first time Lucy helped Natsu control himself. She’s always there for him. But Natsu has never lost control like this before. Did Natsu ever properly thank Lucy for saving by rewriting the book of END?! He’s literally only alive because of her. She tampered with a demonic force and black magic yet Lucy is so damn under appreciated that it pains me!!

If the goal was to lighten the situation considering the intensity of the battle against the water dragon god and Ignia’s involvement, a joke that doesn’t make Lucy’s burn seem pathetic would’ve been better. A joke about anything else would’ve been better. Seriously, Lucy knew the consequences of trying to stop Natsu, especially when noting that she was scared of his flames for the very first time. She did anyway because she cares about Natsu and knows that she can help him, even if it means she will get burned. I would also like to note that Lucy never actually saw Natsu as END. She arrived after he gained some sense of control. Considering everything, if Hiro Mashima doesn’t make up to me by having her fear of Natsu’s flame and her lack of experience with END play into the story I’m gonna be so mad. Since he already disappointed me with how he’s treating Lucy’s injury/burn, I really hope he plays the rest of the story properly.

I’m very disappointed in how not only Natsu’s character is being portrayed and downgraded, but also how Lucy is yet again the butt of the joke. She does so much for her team and friends but is always ignored (I’m still upset about Aquarius’ sacrifice that’s not talked about enough).

Thank you for listening.

#female rage #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #natsu x lucy #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #lucy x natsu #illustration #lucy deserves better #fairy tail 100 yq #thank you for coming to my ted talk #just me and my thoughts #i hate this #rant post #nalu headcanon #home is where you are #lucy star dress

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heartss4matthewq · 3 months

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COULDVE BEEN (PT.3)

contains: car crash, angst, fluff, crying, fighting

new character: jack

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• 10:25 pm

“chris has been in a car accident.”

“what, when?” you said worried

“right before he crashed he called us and said he was coming to your house to talk to you” matt said and you couldn’t help but feel guilty

“chris crashed around like 9:30 but we wanted to come here first because we didn’t want to leave you and have you worried where he is”

“can we drive to the hospital” you said, your voice a little bit shaky

“yeah, let’s go matt” nick said

FLASHBACK

“bro im never getting my drivers license” chris said sounding serious

“what, why” you said laughing

“because i am not trying to get in a car crash” he said

“you won’t, i pinky promise” you stuck out your pinky to chris

as you & chris interlocked pinkies he pulled you closer and kissed you

you kissed back but only for a moment as you hear…

“CHRIS! Y/N! WE GOTTA GO SO WE CAN MAKE IT TO DINNER ON TIME”

PRESENT

“oh my god, is he okay??” you asked the doctors

“we have to run a few more tests and we will let you know what’s going on soon” a nurse said pointing you, matt, and nick to a waiting area

“you guys think he’ll be okay?” nick spoke out

“i mean it’s chris, that kid can do anything and be alright” matt said trying to be enthusiastic

“yeah i hope he’s doing okay”

“Matt! Nick! Y/N! Chris is ready to see you guys” another nurse called out

as you walked over to the room chris was in a worker stopped you

“only one person can come see him at this time”

“matt go first” you and nick said at the same time

“okay i’ll let you guys know how he’s doing”

“matt’s gonna make a joke with him and then he’ll laugh a little too hard that he’ll get hurt” nick said with a smile

you reached in for a hug and nick hugged you back

“i really hope he’s okay” you spoke

“he will be fine i promise, pinky promise”

“y/n you’re next, chris really wants to see you” matt said

as you were walking past matt and nick you could hear them muttering words to eachother

you opened chris room and immediately ran over to his bed and hugged him.

“what did the doctors say??”

“i think they said i had a mild concussion” chris said

“oh my, are you feeling okay?” you said worried

“yeah i feel fine, my head just hurts really bad and my vision is slightly blurry, but i mean other than that, i feel fine”

“that’s good though right, i mean at least it’s not hella severe you know”

“yeah, but i wanted you in here to talk.” chris said in a flat tone

“about what?”

“for how i’ve been treating you, i don’t know what’s been going on with me. i feel like a complete dick for what i’ve been doing. everytime i come back from LA i feel like a different person and i have no clue why. honestly i was trying to get to your house and then boom, car smacks right into me. i kinda feel like this is a wake up call to tell you that…” chris pauses

“that i love you, i say it sometimes and don’t even mean it, but i know what i feel now and i’ve always loved you y/n i really hope you aren’t upset at me and if you are i completely understand”

“chris, i need you to know how deeply i love you. from the moment i met you, i knew you were someone special, and my feelings have only grown stronger since then. it hurts me to see you acting differently towards me because all i want is for things to work out between us. i cherish every moment we've spent together and dream of a future where we can be truly happy”

“times up, nick needs to come in so we can get you guys out so chris can heal”

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it’s been a couple weeks since you last talked to chris

you have no clue if he’s still okay or not but all you know is that you wished he could’ve given you an answer in time

you loved chris so much, and to hear him apologize made you very happy but also sad

you were scared he’d start doing the same thing again

you started to cry, you don’t even know if it’s because you’re stresed or if it’s because you don’t know what chris will do or anything

you sat and cried for almost 10 minutes just thinking about everything

*INCOMING CALL FROM christopher ❤️🧙‍♀️*

you obviously picked up the phone

“hello?”

“i’m out of the hospital im coming over”

“okay, please don’t drive and have matt bring you.”

“okay he will bring me but we have a lot to talk about”

“alright ill see you when you get here, i love you”

“i love you too”

beep

just when you got off the phone you heard someone knock at the door

no way chris is already here, he lives on the other side of town - you thought to yourself

you ran downstairs and looked through your window that was close to your door and you could see who was on the other side of the door.

what the fuck why is jack here

jack was your ex and chris did not like him at all.

chris didn’t like him because jack was like a stalker and over protective, just a weird guy that you should not have dated

“yo what the fuck you doin outside y/ns house bro”

“chill out i didn’t even do anything yet”

“yet?? what does that even mean, you know what just let’s talk then because i already told your ass don’t come to her house”

“bet”

you were still looking through the window and you could see them talking and you heard chris getting louder and louder.

you saw jack push chris

“yo don’t fucking touch me i swear to god”

“or what pussy”

you saw jack reach into his back pocket and grab something L shaped

you realized what it was and ran to the door and opened it

“JACK DONT”

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a/n: finally posted a part 3 😭😭 i’m in the writing mood soo ima make a part 4 definitely 💋

#sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets smut #spotify

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mirkwoodshewolf · 1 year

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Always my beloved; Thorin Oakenshield x reader

*Author’s note*

For my first ever Thorin Oakenshield story I hope I did you Thorin fans justice with this sweet little oneshot. So @firestrike004 thank you soo much for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this fic.

Not really any warnings just injuries, some fluff, some angst (fairly minor but still some people need warnings).

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

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We knew the risk of going on this quest, but never did I think we’d come across the bane of Thorin’s family, Azog the Defiler. We had believed he had died back at the battle of Azanulbizar from his wounds but low and behold there he was astride upon his infamous white warg. We barely made our escape thanks to our burglar as well as the Great Eagles I had read so much about as a young dwarrow-dam.

Now we decided to take some rest to rest and for Thorin to recover. The wounds from Azog’s warg were probably the worst I had ever seen and I’ve doctored warg bites before. But thankfully with both mine and Oin’s help, my beloved should be back to his old strength within a few days.

Aye I did say beloved. Thorin and I are currently in the courting stage of our relationship, and have been for these past 5 summers. He had made a vow to me that once he would reclaim Erebor, we would finally be wed and I would rule at his side as Queen Under the Mountain.

Of course at first when Gandalf had persuaded Thorin to go on this quest, he wanted me to have absolutely no part in it. In fact he had tried to send me off to live with his cousin Dain in the Iron-hills for safe keeping until the Mountain was reclaimed. And being the stubborn female dwarf I am, I can be just as stubborn of not more than Thorin Oakenshield himself.

After some heated words, and even a fight to decide my fate, Thorin had kept his word that after defeating him in combat I had a right to go alongside the Quest. In fact I was one of the first after Dwalin and Balin had agreed to follow Thorin.

I had just changed out Thorin’s bandages as well as flushed out any signs of infections before they could spread and cause his healing to delay or worse make him sick. As I returned to put my stuff back into the pack, I caught sight of Bilbo sitting down to some of Bombur’s stew. I walked over to him and asked.

“Mind if I join you?” he turned to me.

“Not at all (Y/n).” Hobbits truly were polite people. Even back at his home when I was the only one out of the 13 dwarves to not to help myself to his food cabinet, he graciously tried to offer me something before one of the boys took it for themselves. I took my seat next to him and he asked, “Do you mind if I—”

“Oh not at all Bilbo, please eat. Mahal knows we’ve been practically starving you since this quest began.” When we were in Rivendell and I caught Bilbo eating both dinner and supper within just a few short hours apart he had told me that Hobbits have seven meals every day. I took it upon myself to first apologize for starving the poor lad and then when breakfast came that day, I had helped the Elves with serving something not only for the Dwarves but for Bilbo as well.

As he went to his stew, he took a few sips before looking around and whispered to me.

“How’s Thorin?” the lad truly has grown fond of my beloved. Especially after what had happened along the Misty Mountains.

“He’ll live fortunately. Unfortunately for him, he’ll have to be put on bed rest for the next 24-48hours before he can even move. Warg bites are nothing to sniffle or chuckle at. And believe me getting Thorin to stay on bedrest is a challenge in on itself.”

“No doubt I imagine. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of it being Thorin’s wife.”

“If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been called Thorin’s widow.” He stopped his eating and looked at me. I placed my hand on his shoulder and continued, “What you did last night Bilbo, it’s something that I can never truly repay you for.”

“There-there really is no need to repay me. I just did what anyone of you would’ve done. Though I don’t know why I did without no skill of a blade it was all just—”

“Instinct. I get the feeling. But I am grateful nonetheless my friend.” I patted his shoulder. “And if you’re up for it later today, Bofur and I can show you a thing or two about fighting. Same with Fili and Kili.” He nodded.

“I do appreciate it (Y/n).” I smiled at him before standing up and went off to join the others for my own meal.

Truthfully I don’t know what I would’ve done had I lost Thorin last night. He and I have known each other since we were young Dwarves in Erebor, my father being one of the King’s proudest and strongest fighters but was sadly killed when the Dragon took our home. My mother tried her best but she too succumbed to grief leaving me with no family, till Thorin stepped up.

He helped support me when we worked in the villages of Men and when we were finally able to make a temporary home in the Blue Mountains, that’s when my feelings for him began to deepen. And eventually he came to accept he felt the same for me and never did I think Thorin would ever choose a wife, he never really showed much interest in wanting to court anyone, not since we lost our home.

I reached up to the left side of my hair, brought some of the hair that rested on my back to the front but something was missing. No it-it cannot be! I looked down at my hair and brushed through it with my fingers and couldn’t see the courting beads Thorin had braided into my hair. Not only that but some of the strand felt uneven (particularly where the braid once rested).

My heart raced as I tried to remember where and when the last time I felt the braid was. Obviously it was still intact at Rivendell, the Goblin tunnels I still had it, when Azog attacked us and—oh makk an E ha’ak! When I fought alongside Dwalin, Fili, Kili and Bilbo to hold off the orcs from Thorin before the eagles came, one of them must’ve cut my braid off without my knowing!

A million thoughts were racing through my head. First it was to curse the orc that did this and that I vowed to kill them if they ever show themselves again. But most of my thoughts trailed back to Thorin. What would he say? How will he react? Will he still want to be my One? Will he be furious that I lost his courting bead?

In our customs, a courting bead is so precious and is never given away lightly (especially if your One is someone like Thorin is). By gaining the bead you’ve not only come to accept your One’s feelings for you, but also accept a courtship and eventual marriage to bond the two of you into one. Losing it or returning it is like having your heart getting grind up, slammed with a forging hammer until it’s nothing but tiny little pieces and then returning the heart to the one who gave you the courting bead.

And never have I once undid the braid nor removed the bead from my hair ever since Thorin gave it to me. Everyone knew where it lied and if they saw it gone……what would the other’s think? I was so focused on my thoughts that I barely registered that I had walked into someone. When I looked up I had seen that I had walked into Gandalf.

“Oh Gandalf, forgive me.”

“No worries my dear (Y/n).” he looked me over and continued, “You seem to be worried about something.” I looked around to see if any of the others were nearby. When I saw that no one was within hearing range, I asked Gandalf to come closer to my height with my two fingers. He knelt down and I whispered to him.

“I’ve lost Thorin’s courtship braid.” He separated from me for a bit as I further explained, “It must’ve been that orc I faced off against when Azog caught us along the Misty Mountains. Gandalf, what if Thorin takes notice of it? Or someone already has and will tell him?”

“Now, now my dear, let’s not jump to conclusions.”

“But Gandalf you know what courting braids mean in our culture. You know what losing one’s courting bead means? I—I can’t lose Thorin. Not again, especially not after last night. He’s all I have left in this world.” He placed both of his hands on my shoulder.

“Thorin may be stubborn but I know he would never do that to you. You both have been through far too much to let something like this be the final straw to divide you both. Remember it’s not just him that’s helped you, you have helped him as well.”

He wasn’t lying. After his grandfather’s death and his father going missing, Thorin was practically lost in how to help our people. Whilst I too, grieved over my father I also had to support Thorin for he was hurting just as much as I was. We depend on each other and support one another, the other’s beacon of light in the dark mines.

“But how do I tell him Gandalf?” I asked uncertainly.

“You’ll know just what to say my dear girl.” I took a deep breath then exhaled.

“Okay Gandalf, I trust you.”

“And you’ve learned to never doubt it.” He gave me a soft wink before going on his way. I took a deep breath before heading back to rejoin the others.

The day was spent helping Bilbo train with his sword, scouting out for Azog or his orc pack, and helping Oin with Thorin’s wounds. Which was what was happening right now, I held onto Thorin’s hand as Oin was once again flushing out the slightly infected bites and stitching them back up. Thorin was tense throughout the whole process.

He never did like to show pain whenever he had to get patched up. Said he was afraid that others would view him as weak.

“Alright Thorin, just continue to not move about so much and those wounds will heal up quickly.”

“Thank you Oin. I know I’m skilled as a healer but I am nowhere near your degree of knowledge.” I told him.

“Do not doubt your own skills milady.” He told me. “We’ll be lucky to have you as our Queen once we reclaim the throne. The first Dwarf Queen to be skilled in the knowledge of healing that could be rivaled by the Elves.” Him saying that suddenly gave me an uneasy feeling in my stomach. As much as I do trust Gandalf in his words from earlier, there’s still a lingering shadow of fear that’s clung itself onto my like a thorn that won’t come out. He soon left Thorin and I alone and I heard my One say.

“He’s right you know.” I turned to him. “Never before as a Dwarf woman been so knowledgeable about herbs, healing methods and skills as you have my beloved. Erebor will be lucky to have you as it’s Queen.” He cupped the side of my face, “My only regret is that it will take us longer to get there.”

“Your health is what we should be focused on right now. I would rather Erebor have a King in good health rather than poor or worse dead.” I brushed the long strands of hair from his face before I began braiding it.

“Every hour lost hasten Durin’s day.” I rolled my eyes.

“Thorin. Durin’s day is not going anywhere. It lies on the same day as it always does. Not a week before not a week after. As I said, I would rather have you in good health to rule at my side, than you pushing yourself only to make your health worsen. Even if I have to bind you to this tree I will.”

“Reminds me of the time when you did just that to get me to have me teach you how to fight. Is that how you intend on delivering punishments? Bound the prisoners to trees with your tight knots?”

“Only to those truly stubborn enough not to follow either mine or Doctor Oin’s orders.” We both laughed softly before I gave him a soft kiss. I felt as his hand went from cupping the side of my face to going around the back of my head, right to where I knew he’d always like to stroke his courting braid.

I separated our kiss and quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled it away from my head. Immediately I could see the thoughts spinning in his head like a spider’s web.

“What is it (Y/n)?” he asked me.

“Nothing.” I quickly said.

“It’s not nothing. Never before have you stopped me from touching your hair.”

“I—I haven’t had the chance to brush my hair yet.” Even to me that was a pathetic excuse. Thorin’s brow rose skeptically then he asked me.

“What’s really going on?” I sighed deeply and turned my head away from him.

“I cannot say.”

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

“(Y/n), amrâlimê.” He lifted my chin up to look into his deep blue eyes. “What was it you once said to me when we first began courting?”

“That there should be no secrets between us.” I answered.

“So why are you starting now?” I sighed heavily, already feeling the wetness of tears forming under my eyes.

“I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“That I’ll lose you.”

“(Y/n). These wounds of mine aren’t—”

“It’s not the wounds or in battle that I fear amrâlimê, it’s—” I took another deep breath before I took the section of my hair where he had given his courting bead and showed him how it was now gone. As I expected his eyes widened in shock as he reached out for the cut strands of my uneven hair and brushed through them. Almost hoping the bead would reappear along with the braid but it was gone.

“How long has it been missing?” he asked. His voice stern as I knew he was trying to suppress his anger.

“I only noticed it this morning. My best guess is that it was the orc I was fighting with along the mountainside when Azog ambushed us. I’m sorry Thorin, this is my fault for allowing that foul creature to even graze my hair. I should’ve been more careful I should’ve been more aware of what I was carrying upon my head. I was careless, foolish and—” I was stopped by the feeling of his arms wrapped around me tightly.

“But you are not hurt, yes?”

“No.”

“Then that is enough for me.” I separated our embrace and looked at him in shock, his eyes that were once filled with shock and anger now appeared soft and gentle.

“I don’t understand. Thorin, my courtship braid to you has been severed. Your courting bead lost forever.”

“Mere objects. A new braid can be made, a new bead can be strung into your locks. But there is only one you,” he cupped my face into his hands, his thumbs gingerly stroking the apple of my cheeks just above the strands of my own beard. “And I could not bear the thought of losing you.”

“You—you still wish to court me?”

“You are my One, (Y/n). Who else would I want as my Queen?”

“I just…..I know how special our courting traditions and symbols are. I was worried if you took notice of your bead and braid missing that you—you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

“Amrâlimê,” our noses softly grazed one another’s as we stared deeply into each other’s eyes, “I would rather share one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. You are my One, and nothing will ever change that. As I said, I can give you a new braid, I’ll find you a new bead. A more finer bead once we reach the mountain and reclaim our home. But there is only one of you. And I would be a fool to let someone like you go.”

He then pressed his forehead to mine and I shut my eyes as I felt his love and strength enter me as our forehead remained together.

“I am sorry I doubted your love Thorin.” I said after awhile of silence between us.

“There is no need for apologizes. You are always be my beloved, no matter what the world gives us…..”

“We’ll always be One.” I finished our vows that we made for one another when we first began our courtship together. He soon moved his lips over mine and once again we kissed.

His hand going back towards the area where my braid once stood, and I felt his fingers softly brush through those strands of hair and I felt myself finally relax under his touch.

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ashdreams2023 · 9 months

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Hi, I'm here to ask you to write something about the reader arguing with his parents and running away and how Loki sensing that you need him reaches out to you and comforts you? okay I don't even know how to explain it, you see as long as it's something fluffy. thanks and a hug❤️.

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Loki x male reader

"Why do you always have to hurt your mother and I like this?!" Your father screamed holding your mother who was hysterically crying, this was a familiar sight in your household but lord knows your tired of this, you didn’t do anything wrong, they always play the victims.

"You know what?! I’m leaving how about that!?" You ran out, not thinking where to go exactly but all you knew is that you wanted to be as far as you can from them, and they can go find another son to be up to their expectations since you’re such a failure.

Time passed and all you could do is cry silently out of frustration, they just couldn’t try to understand, they were so stubborn and it hurt.

At one point you heard footsteps and hid yourself more, making yourself smaller and grabbed a long twig from beside one of the tree, it wouldn’t do much but the least you can do is leave a scratch.

But then you saw boots, leather boots, same once as the ones you’ve seen a million times before and before you could register who it was he sat down beside you on the ground and warped his arm around your shoulders bringing you close to him.

"You’re a bit of a wild case aren’t you?" Loki’s voice rang in your ears.

"How did you find me?"

"I just know"

You sniffed and laid your head on his shoulder "I don’t even know why I even both with them, it seems like nothing I do is enough….I’m just a burden on them"

"You listen to yourself, you sound like me and that’s not a good look for you" Loki rubbed your shoulder, it was freezing outside and in your fit of rage left the house with nothing but your sweatpants and plain t-shirt.

"You should’ve came to me you know that"

"I’m not a little kid…I’m a grown man, I don’t need you to baby me whenever I’m not feeling ok" In truth you just didn’t want to burden him as well, it was enough that he worried over you most than others.

"I dislike like it when you lie to me, I know you’re independent and grown but you still need people…being alone is not something you should get used too, I’m here you know"

You shut your eyes close, you didn’t want to cry again, you just felt tired and emotionally drained.

"I don’t want to go home…"

"Am I not your home?" Your chest tingled and then you looked up at him, his green eyes pierced into yours.

"….you can be my home?"

Loki chuckled "I’ve always been your home you silly boy, you just haven’t realized it yet"

"When did you become so sentimental?" You laughed softly, Loki looked down at you smirking then slide his hand to your waist and tickled you "Stop! Shit no!" You squirmed away trying to escape but it was far too late.

"A grown man defeated by a god what a story" He teased.

"Oh let’s just leave you idiot"

Loki helped you up, dusting you up and charming some shoes on your bare feet and warming you up.

The walk back to the tower was silent but you didn’t need words to know that everything will be alright, Loki was here anyways.

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itsmebytch001 · 1 year

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A Day To Remember:

Summary: Aaron being anew single Dad is struggling, and begins to consider child surrendering.

Here he was, he was going to do it, he was surrendering, he was accepting his incompetence he was abolishing himself of responsibility and here he was, about to abandon you, or ‘surrender you’ to the safe. your Mom had basically ran off and left him, with you a new baby, only a few months old and he simply didn’t know what the hell to do, he had never planned on having kid’s, in fact due to his life style he had decided against it but here you where, fucking everything up and making him feel guilty about it too. Poor Rio, a new Mom herself was having to take you in as well since Aaron was just that lost, teaching him how to feed you, how to change and burp you, and once he was home alone with you all he felt was complete terror of you dropping dead.

He would sleep by your cot waking himself up every 30 mins to check your breathing, or sleep you in his lap so he could relax, feeling your breath was when he got the best nights sleep, but even if he was keeping you alive, he constantly felt like a complete failure of a father, feeling like you were slipping though his fingers already as Jeff and Rio who had a vague idea of what they were doing watched him fall apart over the situation.

and at one point, he had vaguely expressed the idea of surrendering you to the sate to Rio, to witch she scoulded him for, but that only made him feel so much worse, he wanted to take care of you, but being the only parent was crippling. And hey, single Moms do it all the time so what the hell is wrong with him!?

So here he was, packing you a bag, filled with clothing, your blankie and a note, as he wrapped you in a soft pink blanket and put you in a basket, refusing to make eye contact with your big brown eyes, his eyes you got from him, he refused to hurt himself more with the situation. She took you down the stairs and too the car, placing you in the passenger seat next to him, re ajusting you to keep you comfortable as you whined and giggled as babies do, and as he began to drive in the direction of the fire station, he thought, what will she think of me when she’s grown, will she try or even want to contact me? Will she look like me or her Mom? Will they change her name? What am I going to say to Jeff and Rio? No no, he wouldn’t allow himself such self serving questions, this was his decision, if your Mom had a problem with it maybe she shouldn’t have just up and left. Eventually he pulled up a block away from the fire station, he pulled out the note form under you, just to re read it:

Hello Y/n, I’m not sure if they’ll change your name, or maybe your last name, but when they give you this note, along with all the a paper work I’m sure they’ll have me sign I just want you to know, I do love you, and I’m so so sorry, but I’m able to do this, I am so so sorry, and I’ve left you all my details at the bottom of this note, I love you, and I’m so sorry, please contact me.

Aaron Davis

St Mary’s street, 73rd, Brooklyn

716 989 124 (please call me)

He began to wonder what the call would sound like, what would he say when he heard your voice from across the city, what would you sound like? What would you ask him? Why did you leave me? Why wasn’t I enough? What happened with my Mom? Maybe he should cross it out? No no, you should have the chance to contact him. But seriously, what the hell was he going to say to Jeff and Rio, or even Miles when he grew up, but why would they let him near him, if he just gave away his own child. And he began to worry, who would take you? Would they be kind and give you opportunities, would they love and protect you? Or would they use the state money they get from adoptees for themselves? Would you have a sense of family, or just be shuffled forever around the system. The more he thought about it, the more he began to shake, almost cry when he looked over to you, to see you looking at him, making eye contact, oh god, did you know? Did you know what he was about to do? sure you couldn’t say anything, but they way you looked at him, almost accusingly.

maybe you did know, but it’s not like you would remember, right? He timidly picked you up from your cot and carried you in one hand, all your stuff in the other and he rushed down the street as if being chased, he looked over to see parents coaching their children to walk over to them, or sharing food with them, teaching you how to use cutlery, or watching a young girl carry round her Barbie, brushing its hair and dressing her, all things he would miss, but he knew that when he decided. He’s know outside Fire station, forcing himself inside he walk over to the desk, visibly shaking, holding the cot. The desk lady looks him over, her name tag says Linda.

Linda: “Hey, are you alright?”

Aaron: “ hello, uh, I’d like to surrender a child” What a pathetic man you are, Aaron. He can't help but cringe at his own words, the ones he had been thinking about for weeks now, and now he had set it all in motion.

Linda nodded and took out a stack of papers from her desk, and then escorted you two into quite room, where there were toys you could enteratian yourself with, he pulled you out the basket, and placed you with the dolls.

Linda: "Okay, I'm going to need you to read all these, and then sign all the blanks"

Aaron: "...okay"

As he began to read paperwork, his eyes kept looking over to you, you were wriggling and flailing on the floor, but not crying tying to figure out how to sit up again. Was he supposed to help you? Or let you do your thing?

Another thing he didn't know, and another excuse for himself to give you up, and though he kept telling himself he was doing the right thing, He also knew he was lying to himself, he knew the stats of kids getting trafficked or sexually abused, drug addicted or just dissapearing.

Would he be told if you dissapeared? Or would they just leave you in the dark? Never knowing, never hearing from you and just assuimng, hoping you were okay.

He then noticed, you had shifted from the toy area to under the table he was sitting at, clawling at the table leg, Linda picked you up from the floor and set you in her lap.

It felt wrong for her to do that, for her to just pluck you from the floor and then on her lap, who was this bitch?

And then he remebered where he was, and what he was doing.

And so, while looking across at you in Linda's lap, he began to sign off the many gaps in the super long paper work, just writing his name over and over where ever he was told too. Linda looked through your basekt, and pulled out the note.

Linda: "I'm sorry but we can't allow this"

Aaron: "Why not?"

Linda: "We prefer you disclouse this information to the family who holds her once she turns 18"

Aaron: "...but then I'll have to wai-"

Linda: "That's just how it is, sir"

Aaron: "...okay" he whipsred.

As he continued to sign off, he watched Linda throw out the note and bump you on her knee.

Linda then placed you on the floor again, and brushed herself down.

Linda: "I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom, I'll be back of course" And so she left, Aaron picked you up and kissed your forehead.

Aaron: "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry baby, please God let her find me" He whispred into your skull.

Thats when he found himself running down the hall, leaving your basket and just spriting down the hall full speed, and being as tall as he was, he was quite fast, Linda yelled after him as he ran out the bulidng, down the road and back in the car, he catched his breath in the car, so frustraed with him chiceking out, but then he looked back down at you, just sitting thier in your onesie.

And he was happy with his decision.

And he was happy with it every day, when you learned to walk, and pull yourself up, when you finally learned full sentaces and would speak brokenly.

He was so grateful to God for sending Linda to the bathroom so that he could run, and sometimes when you were young he would have nightmrares that he did give you, he would wake suddently, all sweaty and on the brink of tears, so he would enter your room in the dead of night, just to watch you for awhile, to remind himself, you were home, with him.

#morales family #dad aaron davis #aaron davis #aaron davis x reader #uncle aaron #jeff morales #rio morales x reader #rio morales #jefferson morales #yandere spiderverse #yandere morales family

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yanderederee · 1 year

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Delinquents are Cute

a/n: was experimenting with a few ideas about reader’s family life and wrote this as a result. Mostly a spinoff of my Baji x Tutor!Reader series…

tw: Baji beats grown men up, attempted forced entry— nothing major

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“Kei! What is this?” His mom yelled from the living room. This was a familiar scene that played out often. Except instead of a lecture, his mother squealed with joy. “These are the best marks I’ve seen from you yet!” She said, tearing up.

Ironic, he thought again. He promised not to make his mom cry again, and now that he was actually doing well, here she goes crying again. Though, the teenager was proud of the achievement. Not only had he passed every subject, he actually reached 80 percent in Two subjects.

“I’m so proud of you Kei!” She laughed, grappling him into a bear hug. “Knock it off!” He complained. She grinned her canines and ruffled her son’s loose locks. “So when are you gonna let me meet that tutor they assigned you?”

The younger Baji grumbled. He tried really hard to keep your existence a secret from his mom, but it was hard when you sent him home with a bag of whatever fruit was in season since he started walking you home in a routine. That, and there was no way he could achieve this academic spike alone.

He continued to ignore and accept how his mom often let it slide. Apparently not today.

“Oh by the way Kei,” His mom grinned. “As congrats for your grades, I thought I’d make your favorite tonight!”

Food was definitely the way to whip him into a good mood, yet when he met his mom’s eyes, he sensed mischief. “Buuut, you have to invite that wonderful tutor over to join! I’ll even get a cake!”

...

So that's how he found himself hovering his thumb over the call button on the phone, his mother’s intense gaze and solid smile never breaking. With a defeated sign, Keisuke accepted to make the call.

“L/n F/n, how can I help you?” You speak into the phone, casually. “Uhh hey it’ss Baji.” He murmured, awkwardness setting in quickly. “Baji? Hey, crazy you called! I was wondering how your midterms went!” You asked enthusiastically, the pleasant chime reaching his mother’s ears.

Ryoko inhaled a sharp gasp, mouthing, “A girl?!”

Ah shit.

Before Baji even had the chance to react, the phone was snatched out of his loose grip. “Baji Ryoko speaking!~ Thank you so very much for your help! Kei scored higher than ever before! I can’t tell you just how grateful I am!”

‘You're being annoying,’ the youngest Baji growled lowly. “O-oh! Good evening Ms Baji! Please, it was a blast teaching Ke– I-I mean Baji!”

He heard the first syllable of his name, sending a jolt through his body. ‘Oh this was going to be fun,’ the devilish women smirked.

“Oh please! He’s a handful, but you really helped us so much! Please, join us for dinner tonight, if it’s not too late!”

Baji opted to plopping himself on the couch with a groan, losing control of the situation completely, not having the fight to oppose his hard headed mother.

“Dinner...?” You’d whispered, as though looking far away for a moment. “Um... Are you sure? I don’t have anything on hand, but I’m sure I can whip up–” Ryoko cut the humble talk, “No need, I have it all under control! I’ll send Kei to pick you up now!” She announced with a sharp smile. Never failed to scare the shit out of him.

Fine, what the hell, he sighed.

“What are you doing?” Ryoko questioned when Baji went to pull his hair back, though it was freshly washed and extra voluminous. “Huh? Putting my hair up?” He rolled his eyes, dredging to his room, only to exit with his school glasses and– was that deodorant, or.. Cologne? When the hell did he own that?

“Obviously, I mean what’s with the getup so late at night, you dork? You don’t hang out with Chifuyu in that costume.” She huffed, taking the glasses from him.

Kei wanted to jab how it wasn’t her business, but for some reason he didn’t feel like picking a fight. He shrugged, not sure why it was harder to meet his mom’s eyes.

“We don’t hang out, that's why. She’s a classmate. It’s less intimidating, I dunno. Guess I like not being treated like a delinquent all the time.”

He slurred his words near the end, answering more honestly than he’d have liked.

“W-whatever! I’m off!” He huffed, snatching the glasses back before pushing them to the bridge of his nose. “Wait, Kei!” His mom yelled after.

It was tempting to ignore her, but just in case, he listened. Wouldn’t look, but he was listening. Ryoko smiled that he’d allow her even that much. “You’re a good person Kei, I raised you after all, right? You're not hiding anything anyhow, if she’s stuck with you this long, I can’t imagine you can scare her off that easily.”

. . .

Keisuke considered his mom’s advice while walking down the road he’d usually journey with Chifuyu down to school. Lately he's feigned scene after scene to keep you and Chifuyu from interacting.

Why? Honestly, Kei was asking himself that now.

Why?

Why keep you from meeting his friends?

Why did he continue to walk you home, even when it earned him a damn earful from Draken almost nightly?

Why keep you from seeing his face? So what, if you too spat in his face and started putting distance between you two?

Why did he feel irritated whenever you looked him as close in the eye as you could, smiling or asking something of him?

…

Chifuyu was actually extremely observant. Baji may have thought he was slick, feigning excuses to not go in one specific direction, even if there was no need for them to turn that way. It was Chifuyu’s sharp curiosity that did him in.

One time when this had happened, he noticed you. You were wearing a somewhat sad look, as though you’d just been ignored. But Chifuyu definitely would have known if you had tried getting either of their attention.

Baji had changed their direction before you even had the chance to greet them. It didn't take much more digging and stalking to understand the situation.

Chifuyu and Baji both enjoyed manga, but their genre interests often differed. Yet, Chifuyu forced Baji into reading one full shojo series, a whopping three volume tale.

—-Sweet goody-two shoes love-interest, unknowingly but willingly getting involved with a wolf in a nerdy disguise protag.

The plot was perfect for the hard-headed Captain.

From the male’s point of view, of course. Chifuyu was confident it would help his dear senior come to his senses. So of course, that is why Chifuyu felt the sudden need to rush Baji into reading this one very specific manga genre.

…

If Baji were honest, the story was touching. He found himself cringing a lot at the beginning, but as the dialogue became heavier, he found himself relating to the protagonist, struggling to come to terms with his feelings for the leading love interest.

He couldn’t help thinking about how you would react so cute if he also—

Oh.

Baji thought he’d faint right then and there. He did Not just come to this realization.

Especially not when he just made it to your house.

...

…

However....

The air was heavy. There were some quiet noises moving around, giving off a very unsettling feeling. Where were the sounds....

Baji froze.

Your front door was wide fucking open.

“I-I just told you, my dad’s not here right now, p-pleas—” You voiced out forcefully. “Don’t care, you’re the message anyway, princess.”

“What–” You had replied, quickly being cut off with a sharp shriek, reaction due to one of the three men shadowing your doorstep suddenly gripping his fist in your hair. You were being pulled into the house, your house, the other two hurry to follow the third offender in, carefully covering your screams somehow.

Baji Keisuke was indeed fast.

Fast enough to sprint a thirty foot distance in four seconds time.

Fast enough to dramatically pull the half shut door by its outside door handle.

Fast enough to catch the guy closest to the door by his disgusting oily neck.

Fast enough to use the sack of shit’s head like a fucking hammer against the man who had his hands on you.

Full Face.

Full Throttle.

The three adult men had absolutely no chance against Baji Keisuke, not when he was this far gone to rage. It was clear how the scene would have played out, had he not crossed by this night.

The thought of it alone was fucking nauseating.

…

Dropped to the hard surface of your own home, you felt yourself backing away from the collision of men. Heart racing, you couldn’t hide the shake of your nerves getting the best of you. The stinging in your scalp was still sore, and already felt as though your wrist may have sprained by the force of the push and fall.

You were scared.

But not downright terrified.

Shameful to say, you knew the disgusting men who forced their way into your home. Associates of your father.

He wasn’t exactly an honest working man.

But everybody needs a little help, especially when you have a drinking problem and a public reputation of a happy family to maintain.

. . . Luckily he had a child who he could let his stress out on by berating the stress of maintaining both the facade and habit on...

...You.

You were only thankful whatever he kept himself busy with left you home alone majority of the time. Usually.

It was only a matter of time before loan sharks would finally come to collect...

All of this was unbeknownst to Baji, of course. How could he know? You always avoided the subject of your family and parents, and since he wasn’t really interested in the details anyway, the secret was secure.

Until now, maybe.

All the while, Baji’s mind went wild, thoughts of guilt plaguing his rage further and further until he was sure these guys deserved to die for what the hell they had in mind.

You’d never done anything wrong. The only reason someone would target you, is to get back at someone else.

And being a widely disliked figure, Baji could only assume he was to blame.

—---

Baji Keisuke had finally shown what he really was. A stone cold delinquent, who failed a grade because of being an accomplice of attempted theft, and first degree murder. He knew what he was when he kept inching closer to you.

But goddamnit. He really thought he could hide it, longer than four months, at least. His glasses lay smashed against the front porch, hair tie getting ripped out by one of the scum, who all lay appropriately below his shoes.

It was silent. Baji couldn’t find the confidence to turn your direction. You’d seen him at his most terrifying. There wasn’t a soul alive who didn’t fear his blood hunts.

Yet, he took how you didn’t immediately run away in fear as a good sign, right?

“Baji?” Your voice called out softly.

“…Yeah,” He replied just as softly, still unable to turn your direction.

Slowly, he noticed your figure close in on him. Is this what a scared animal feels like when they feel cornered? The intense instinctual urge to run from what looms over it? Ironic, being that he was half a foot taller than you.

But he didn’t run. His feet glued to the pavement, he needed to accept what happened next. Even if that meant he’d have to go back to self study.

Taken out of his negative thoughts, your hands caged his bloody right hand tightly. Baji felt his breath catch in his throat, jerking instinctually. He glanced your way.

You didn’t seem interested in his feral locks, or searching his face.

Instead, you held his hand tenderly, an unreadable look looming over your features.

He really didn’t want to be the one to speak up first, but it really would be a good idea to get rid of these low life’s still darkening your doorstep.

Noticing his unease, you pull him gently. He followed, but only because the alternative would be his own way of rejecting you.

And he just... Couldn’t.

How could he push you away, when even now, presented in blood and fang, you still touched him as gently as you would when pointing out an academic hiccup.

Damn shojo manga, he’d have been better off oblivious.

Yet even when you washed, disinfected, and wrapped his knuckles, you didn’t look up at him.

Were you scared of looking at him? He couldn’t blame you, but he had to admit it did hurt a little bit.

What would have happened to you, had he not come around that corner? Had he not invited you over for dinner in the first place? Fuck, he was probably the reason why you were targeted. Baji Keisuke was a delinquent with a big reputation and rivals who sought to destroy it.

He’s the one who’d put you in danger, he had convinced himself of that as fact.

You fluttered your gaze back to Baji, a little laugh leaving your throat. “I was right, you do look more mature without glasses.”

Were you Seriousy teasing him now, while in the middle of this Serious Crisis. Honestly, Baji had no idea how to properly respond. His normal ‘what would mom do’ trick couldn’t work this time. The silence was eating at both of you, but he just couldn’t muster a response.

... ~~~~~~~!!

Finally deciding you’d had enough, you finally willed your head up, eyes slowly trailing up before landing on his face for the second time.

When Baji came running in your defense, the fire behind his eyes gave you a warmth you’d never felt before. To be protected?

The first time you looked upon his face, framed by his thick locks, the only way you could describe how you felt when met with his feral expression...

Only after you two locked eyes had either of you notice the sneaking glance of the other.

Your reaction was to take in his mildly nervous form, and how he feigned a look of indifference.

Baji’s reaction was to hold his breath and listen as his heart pulses in his ears. Did you make him nervous?

“Baji.. Back there...” You spoke first, earning another sharp intake breath in reply.

His nerves couldn’t deal with this.

“Y-you.... You looked...” You mumbled, turning to avoid his hopeful eyes. “R-really cool.... You looked really cool, back there...”

Baji Keisuke had to be going deaf. Hard of hearing, Auditorically Dyslexic? There was no other way to explain what he just heard come from you.

From you.

Cool?

You? Thought he looked cool? When beating up random strangers?

Most would describe his behavior as brash, monstrous, merciless, unapproachable.

Yet here you sat, face red and looking identical to a shoujo protagonist red in the face after a confessio—

Oh god, he was short circuiting.

#Tokyo revengers #Tokyo rev #tokyo rev x y/n #x reader #keisuke baji #tokyorev baji #baji x reader #Baji #soft yandere #gokurakugai #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke

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anjelicawrites · 2 years

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It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?

Paring: modern!EMT!Osferth x nurse!reader Summary: During a snowstorm you realize it’s always the quiet ones you have to look out for. Warnings: NSFW and 18+ only. Cunnilingus. Dirty talking. Over the clothes handjob.

Of all the EMT crews that come to your A&E, there are two that hold a special place in your heart: Uhtred and Sihtric and Finan and Osferth. They work in couples and are in permanent night shifts, like the group of nurses you work with. They are probably the best paramedics you have worked with: fast, smart, they give a chef's kiss handover and are good looking. If you were one of their patients, you'd get a heart attack just by waking up and seeing their faces. On top of that, they feed your crew: after those night shifts where it feels like yours is the only A&E in the whole bloody county where they can bring patients, they either bring breakfast or treat your crew to one. Each and every colleague of yours has their personal favorite, yours is baby Osferth.

You developed a soft spot for him when he was still in training under Finan and Sihtric, who worked him hard and taught him everything they knew. It was in your A&E where Osferth had seen his first patient die and was distraught about it. You had found him hiding behind the ambulance, crying: he broke your heart. You had approached him making enough noises not to startle him and he had tried to hide his tears

“Don’t kid, it’s better to cry it out now than being upset for the rest of your shift”.

You had given him a couple of tissues and had et him put his head against your shoulder. He had cried like a child, with big sobs that rattled his whole body and you had hugged him, caressing his back to soothe him. Once he had calmed down, he didn’t have the courage to stare into your eyes

“I’m sorry” he had said, head hanging low “What for kid?” “I feel like I haven’t done enough”.

Legally he could’t really do much since he was still in training, but you had understood the feeling

“Sometimes you provide all the care possible and the person dies. It’s not your fault or your team’s, it just happens. People are not machines you put care and drugs in and they become better, sometimes they are just at the end of their tether and the best thing is to let them go”. “You make it seem so effortless” he had sounded so jaded you had wanted to hug him again “It’s not, but I’ve been in this game longer than you did. I can’t say I’ve gotten used to it, but I’ve learnt to compartmentalize the best I can. This doesn’t mean that sometimes I have to stop myself from crying in front of the patients and their families or that I am not going to have a cuppa now and smoke a cigarette. You'll learn what helps you, I promise".

Osferth has grown as a professional and while he still is the baby of the group, you can see how confident he has become and that adds on the hotness scale, putting him in first place.

It's a snowy day before Christmas when you finally manage to go for a cup of tea

"Now what the hell are you all doing in my kitchen?" You ask your two favorite EMT teams.

They are sprawled on the sofas, mugs in hand, chewing on food while outside the storm howls. They should be looking miserable since outside looks like Antarctica, but they are just owning the place

“There’s a snow bank, babygirl” Finan is the only one who can call you that without risking a scalpel in an eye “A what?” in you defense, you have been with a sickly patient for almost four hours and have just returned from accompanying him to the haemodynamics, you have no idea of what has been happening in the real world “Big snowbank at the end of the driveway, we are basically trapped here until the city sends someone to release us”.

Ah yes, some genius has the city council had thought smart to build the hospital at the end of a steep slope, in a part of the Country where winters are extremely cold and snowstorms are common. In the end an investigation had discovered that some bribes had been paid to place the building in that spot, too bad the hospital had already been completed and it wasn’t possible to build a new one. Fun, right? Even better is that an architect specialized in hotels was tasked to do the interior design and the spaces are all fucked up, just because it wouldn’t cost as much as another with years of experience under their belt.

“Sihtric, please tell me you are joking” you say as Hild enters, talking animated on the phone.

Sister Hild is your boss and is an actual nun. She is the most badass woman you have ever met and the best nurse you have ever walked with: she can be an angel with the patients and chew the head off management to protect her patients and her crew. She is the embodiment of the TikTok with the young doctor tries to diss the experienced nurse and everyone going “uuuh”. You want to be her when you grow up, minus the chastity wow, you love sex too damn much. Whomever she is talking to is probably shitting their pants right now and just by listening to her you know the guys are not joking. You go to the triage area to check on the waiting room and it’s absolutely empty; four hours ago it was full of people but you think that the danger of being stuck in the hospital for hours was bigger than whatever illness was ailing them. Once you are back to the kitchen you get the full story from Hild: the two ambulances are trapped here and the hospital is virtually unreachable until someone decides to clean the slope, too bad all snow plows are frantically trying to clean the streets

“Shouldn’t the hospital be a priority?” “That’s was I was trying to convey” she is fuming and you think the better strategy is to hide somewhere so that you wouldn’t incur in her wrath “Hild, you are too god a woman for this administration - Uhtred saunters to her with a big piece of nougat in his hand - eat and enjoy our company” “Will you ever change Uhtred?” “Nope” he grins, but Hild is already eating the confectionery “What are you doing here?” she asks you “Having a cuppa after seeing Mr. Richards off to the haemodynamics and then the ICU. I think I deserve it” “How is he?” “Well, on top of the pulmonary embolism, he might have a nasty fucking heart attack which our genius of a cardiologist might have recognised after four bloody hours. If the poor sod survives it’s going to be a fucking miracle. Merry fucking Christams to him and his family, I guess” “The swearing isn’t part of the standard handover” “But it adds flavor Hild” you say sprawling yourself on the last free couch, you are already tired and the shift it’s just started.

You feel your arm being touched and Osferth is there, a steamy cup in his big hands. You have no idea how, but he knows how you like your tea

“Thank you love” you smile and he reciprocates; he is so fucking cute you can feel your glucose levels getting higher.

Yes, he is stupidly good looking, but he made first place because of his kindness with patients and with you. Many times he had driven you home when your car didn’t work, he always made sure that you were sitting in the warmest place when having breakfast with them during winter, he brought you sweets when you were on triage duty and it was a bad night. You can probably name many more examples but the bottom line is: Osferth is a lovely, lovely young man with a big heart; that’s a huge win for you.

After a quick cup of tea you set on keeping abreast of the situation. You have no idea of which patients are still in the A&E and whether your colleagues need your help or not. You disappear for more than one hour, busy with reading the remaining patient’s charts and with checking the expiring dates of the equipment. By the time you are back, the guys are fidgeting in their seats, ready to hit the road again and you are stuck with the knowledge of how much of two separate species you are. They can’t wait to be out and about, even though it’s below freezing out there and you can’t fathom yourself working somewhere without walls: the mere thought of having to stabilize a patient in the middle of a street gives you a panic attack and the boys cannot fathom why you don’t like to be creative in your nursing. Your remaining crew joins you and the kitchen is so unbearably full you start itching yourself. You manage to get to Hild and ask her if there's anything you can do, otherwise you are going to hide somewhere until something happens, she tells you there's a big pharmacy delivery day shift didn't have the chance to put away. You jump at the chance to be alone in the big storage room; as much as you like your crew and the EMTs, there's too many people in the cramped room for your liking. You are halfway down the corridor when you hear footsteps approaching and you turn around to see Osferth trying to join you; he breaks into a half run which is super cute and you want to ruffle his hairs, the moment he gets to you

"Do you need a hand?" "Shouldn't you be chilling? The moment the snowbank is cleared, it is going to be hell out there".

He shrugs his shoulders

"I've sat still long enough. I need something to do or I'll drive myself crazy" "You truly are a different breed than us nurses" "You asked for work yourself" he says, the cheeky monkey "I didn't want to disappear on Hild but I hoped there was nothing to do left - he laughs with you - let's go love".

The pharmacy is actually a huge room full of shelving units and two big fridges. Osferth's eyes widen in surprise, which is the standard reaction of any single person who has never seen it. Two big plastic boxes sit in the middle of it and you snort in annoyance

"Ok so, there's no good news. Those boxes contain our stockpile for Christmas, obviously the drugs are going to be mixed up in there. Are you sure you don't want to run for the hills? I won't rat you out, I promise" you say with a smile and you see something pass very fast in his eyes, but it's probably just him dreading the work ahead and being too polite to back off now.

You take one box each and you direct him on where each type of medication is supposed to be stored. It is a job that should take no longer than an hour, considering the sheer amount of drugs, the chit chat between you two and Osferth's ignorance of the organization your unit uses. How you manage to find yourself in the most hidden corner, between a shelf and a fridge, with Osferth's head between your legs, it's beyond your scope of comprehension. He has unzipped his jacket and his face is buried in your pussy, his hands on your hips to guide your movements; your hands are buried in his short hairs and you are keening like a wounded animal just because his tongue feels like heaven buried inside of you and his nose moves just right against your clit, massaging it the way that is hurling you in the throes of a violent orgasm. You try to push his head away when it feels he is overwhelming you and he just snarls, a sound that makes you bang your head against the wall and he redoubles his efforts in making you come, plastering his face with more vigor against your pussy and just moving your hips in a way you know will make you come in no time. You hear desperate, moaning sounds and you realize it's you, coming all over his face, your legs turned into jelly as he licks you clean

"Where are you, baby monk?" You hear Finan's Irish accent in the distance and try to disentangle yourself from Osferth, who just finishes cleaning you with his tongue leisurely, as if his partner is not getting closer to where you are hidden. When he finally stands up, he looks proud of himself, his face shining with your come. With infinite care he pushes your underwear and pants up your trembling legs and you use the proximity to snag his small cross to move his face closer to yours

"You didn't even kiss me" you pout "I'm sorry my lovely lady, I should rectify that mistake immediately".

Gods can the boy kiss, all tongue and teeth, pushing his lean body against yours, making you feel his hard on through the thick layers of his uniform pants. He makes your head spin again when he releases your lips, his tongue brushing against your palate with purpose, as if you don't already know how proficient he is with it. The magic is broken by Finan's voice getting closer, you both laugh and you clean Osferth's face with a tissue. Unfortunately there's little you can do with how red his cheeks are

"You're still hard" "Good, I'll be thinking about you for the rest of the shift. Not that I need an erection to do so" you can feel warmth expands everywhere in your body "Weren't you supposed to have almost made it into priesthood? That’s where your nickname comes from?" "Yeah, so?" "You fit the stereotype then. As soon as the clergy is away, you let go of all inhibitions".

Osferth plasters himself against your body again, caging you where you are

"Are you free for Christmas?" "We have the same shifts, I am free up the 27th night" "Good, I'll make sure to show you how much of a stereotype I can be" and he grounds his hips against yours, you moan.

Two can play this game, though and you palm his erection through the thick pants and squeeze delicately, he has to grab the shelving to keep his stance

"Want to come to my place, love?" You ask still massaging him through the thick material "Yeah" he is breathless and keeping it together by sheer force of will "How do you want me? Naked with a bow in my head? Or you'd rather like some skimpy outfit?"

He groans desperate pleadings but you are on a roll now and his hips are just following your hand's movements

"Will you let me eat a good Christmas dinner or will I be the one stuffed for three days?" Corny but it works, he comes in his own underwear with a shout and needs a minute to gain his breath again.

He smashes his lips against yours and you are struck by the thought that the only reason Finan hasn't found you yet, is that the pharmacy is in a secluded area, but you might run out of luck. This doesn't stop you from kissing him, stating your claim on him, tasting yourself on his lips

"You are going to pay for this - his eyes burn so bright and blue you feel the heat on your skin - text me your address…" you don't let him finish "Promises, promises - you murmur against his lips - and what? Buy a full box of condoms? Don't promise what you can't deliver".

Why are you taunting him? Maybe because it's fun and the cute and compassionate baby EMT whom you have seen grow into a great professional, is far less of a cutie pie that you have previously thought and more of an unhinged sex god; in the end you have to look out for the quiet ones, that's very true.

"Buy two boxes" he says and then grabs your hand to guide you to the door, as if you don't know the way.

You find Finan and hope he doesn't realize anything, the guy has a sixth sense for these kinds of things. Luckily for you, the Irishman is way too stocked that the snowbank has been finally cleaned and he and Osferth can hit the road again.

On Christmas Eve you open your door wearing only a skimpy red outfit and a red bow on your head and Osferth is speechless, mouth hanging open and you can't help yourself to tell him he should close it or he'll get flies in there. That seems to wake him from his reverie; it's not even 10 a.m. and the two of you have already christened your sofa and the front door. Around 12 a.m. he has made you pay deliciously for having made him come in his pants. By 4 p.m. you start getting the memo that yes, you're going to be stuffed for three days straight and yes, he has the big cock you imagined him to have. You two don't finish the two big boxes of condom you have bought but that gives Osferth the assist to invite himself over the next days off you two share. He asks it while he is deep inside of you

"Pray tell, what makes you think I might want you here again?" "The way your pussy clenched the moment I proposed it" he says sassy and oozing male pride, he is so going to pay for this, you’ll make sure of that.

On the morning of the 27th, you kiss him on your doorstep, both of you are wearing more hickeys and bruises than when he had stepped through your door. He needs to go home and sleep, you need to sleep as well and the two of you know that you need to be separated to get that, otherwise you’ll fuck for the whole day and be too tired to work.

As you drive to the hospital you wonder if you haven’t made a mistake. If he doesn’t keep his mouth shut, everyone will know in no time what happened between the two of you and you don’t think you’ll ever be able to bear the jokes and the chit chat behind your back. A wave of anxiety drowns you and you have to stop on the side of the road to breathe and collect your wandering thoughts: you cannot control his actions, only your own and if he has pulled the asshole move, you are smart enough to know how to get your revenge.

In the end Osferth isn’t into kiss and tell, but makes sure a huge bouquet of red roses is waiting for you in the kitchen of the ward; his name is not on the small card but you know they are from him and you keep your mouth shut, even after a whole night of teasing from your colleagues. Obviously you invite him back to finish that box of condoms and to take your small revenge on him for his cockiness. No one is really surprised that Finan is your best man at your wedding.

#osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth

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spinningwebsandtales · 2 years

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Imagine Yagi Toshinori Coming Home After Trying To Help Deku

Yagi “AllMight” Toshinori X FemReader

Rating: T

Warnings: Dark themes

Word Count: 1k

(A/N:) All Might has always been my favorite character and I’ve always wanted to write more for him, but I love his character so much I’m afraid of messing up by writing him. But I had this idea with the new cour going on and people finally getting to see dark Deku. I read the manga and I am all caught up so I know what happens, but to keep from spoiling anything I try to just write to keep up with the anime that way I don’t ruin the experience. I’ve always loved reading the content and watching as I am an impatient person. XD But I had to get this idea out before I started on a request I received! Hopefully my fellow All Might fangirls will enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

It was late in the night and you had no choice to stay up, as sleep kept alluding you. You never knew when he would come home or if he even would, but your mind wouldn’t ease until you knew for sure that Yagi wasn’t coming home or he pulled into the driveway. The rain pattered against the window, painting clear trails down the glass while flashes of lightning played across the floor. You jumped hearing tires screech to a stop in front of your and his shared home. You peeked out the window, eyes squinting at the bright flashes of lightning and the headlights playing on the building wall. You sucked in a deep breath as the familiar lanky form and messy blond hair of the man you love exited the vehicle. Watching the once number one hero stumbling listlessly in defeat, you rushed down the stairs, trying not to trip over anything in the dark as you didn’t want to waste time turning on lights. He needed you, it had been so hard on him ever since his last victory in Kamino Ward. Your heart broke every time he talked about the days where he was on top of the world and before the accident that took him from his livelihood. You were there for him, through all his questioning of himself and those times he didn’t feel like he had any worth if he wasn’t at his strongest. And now with Deku going through such a hard spell in his life, it was bringing back those dark thoughts that never seemed to go away. You never lost your patience with him and you made sure to be there no matter what. You didn’t play down his needs, nor did you make him feel like his emotions were ever false. He was everything to you and you never wanted to push him away or make him feel less than.

The door opened quietly as he didn’t know if you were awake or not. All Might stumbled a little when you suddenly launched yourself into him. The relief of seeing him home and safe had hit you all at once, you couldn’t help but sob in his chest. He held you tenderly, letting you cry quietly until you finished. When you finally looked up with reddened eyes did he stroke the tears from your cheeks. You always needed just a moment to let your emotions free as you feared that every moment he stepped out that door was going to be the last time you ever saw him.

“I am here,” he quoted his old catchphrase causing you to giggle. “Like I said I would be.”

You nodded, “Mmm hmm. I just worry. Everything is going to chaos and I don’t know if I can deal with it if something happened to you.”

Yagi understood, he worried about leaving you all alone every time he left home. There was so much going on in the streets that he was beginning to wonder if Japan would ever recover from such horrors. But he was all young Midoriya had left in these trying times. The young boy that had grown to become more like a son to him was hurting and while Deku didn’t know it, he had you to rely on as well as you were the one cooking the bentos. Putting every little bit of care and nurturing you could into his meals. After All Might had came home that first night, explaining to you what was happening and how Midoriya’s mother felt, you vowed to take care of him like he was your own son. Yagi couldn’t begin to explain how he had deserved someone like you, but he didn’t voice those thoughts as you would shut them down quickly.

“Are you okay,” you asked holding his hand while you lead All Might back to the bedroom. He needed sleep as his eyes were sinking in further from exhaustion. His shoulders weighed heavy with the burden he carried and you wanted him to rest. You couldn’t keep him home and it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to stay while his ward was out there pushing himself beyond his limits. Deku would have crashed long ago if it hadn’t been for the older hero. Now that his mentor was home it was your turn to take care of your husband and make sure he got the stuff he needed to to continue onward.

“Yeah,” Yagi sighed letting you help him undress as his arms were weary. “Just exhausted.”

“I imagine so,” you pecked his cheek. Rummaging around you found him some warmer clothes to wear as his hair left little puddles in the floor. While he dressed you went to get a towel to dry him off. All Might moaned as you towel dried his blond mop of hair. You grinned quietly scratching at his scalp, just anything to do to soothe him to where he could sleep deeply.

“You hungry?” You asked after finishing your task.

Yagi shook his head but you wouldn’t let him go much longer without getting some nutrition. If he was going to boss Midoriya around about eating, you were going to do the same. The mentor needed to follow his own example.

“Well you’re eating in the morning,” you replied leaving no room for any arguments. Once again he nodded, too tired to even speak at this moment. You helped Yagi to the bed letting him get in while you went back to your side. With him back at your side you felt safer and the relief finally slammed into you. Just a little bit ago you couldn’t even think about sleep, but now that he was home the tension melted away and exhaustion took it’s place. Yagi turned over to face you, your eyes drooping slowly as you were quickly losing the battle to sleep. His weary face lit up with a smile at finally being by your side once again. He was worried about his student but he wouldn’t be much good to him with him being on the verge of collapse. Yagi pulled you into his chest, where you snuggle deeper into his embrace and finally succumb to sleep. He followed not long after knowing that if he had you at his side he could face anything.

#Yagi Toshinori X Reader #All Might X Reader #Yagi Toshinori #All Might #All Might Imagine #My Hero Academia #My Hero Academia Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

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harryforvogue · 1 year

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how about FAYE taking care of HARRY because he’s got a COLD because he ALWAYS bundles HER in HIS hat/scarf/gloves while they’re walking to the bus cause he needs his girl to be WARM but that leaves his little ears and nose all cold & red which leads to him getting SICK. & she’s living her best life making him soup & tea & cuddling him & watching his favorite movies <3333

( and don’t come at me because it’s summer i’m manifesting cooler weather tnx <3 )

“So I’m not saying I like it when you’re sick,” Faye says, very concentrated on bringing the tray of food to Harry without slipping. In fact, she stops talking altogether until she’s in the living room, placing the tray very slowly on the table. “But I do like taking care of you. After the whole freak out thing of course. I am much more calm and level headed now.”

Harry’s resting with his head back against the couch, his face flushed with fever. His chest rises and falls with labored breaths. “If I said that, I think you’d cry.”

“I do not cry anymore.”

“Please,” Harry says weakly. “Don’t make me bring up all the examples from the past two weeks.”

She sits beside him. “Anyways, I didn’t have chicken on account of being vegetarian and all and I didn’t have chicken stock either so that soup is more of a miso and tofu noodle soup, okay? I probably should have asked if you even eat tofu.”

He awkwardly sits up, pushing the layers of blankets down to his lap. Instead of reaching for the food, he takes Faye’s hand. “I love you. As my dying wish, I ask you to find happiness. Date and marry the man who makes you happy. All I ask is that you don’t date any of my coworkers. They’re too mean for you.”

Faye smiles. “So thoughtful of you. Want me to feed you?” But the way she says it actually makes it seem like she’s demanding it. “Good.” She takes a spoonful and brings it to Harry’s mouth.

“Love,” he says tiredly. “It’s too hot.”

“Oh right. Um, do you want me to blow on it?”

At that exact moment, Timothée walks by. He looks at Harry on the couch. “What the hell happened to you? Who’s blowing what?” He holds a hand up. “Don’t answer that.”

“I got him sick,” Faye says.

“She didn’t,” Harry croaks. “It was basically on me.”

Timmy looks at her. Then Harry. Then slowly puts his arm over his face and steps back. “Er, alright. Well. I’m going to work so … you’ve got the house to yourself.”

“Yeah yeah,” Harry says.

“If you need anything, just let me know. I’ll grab it on my way home.”

“Tell the guys I should be back by next week.”

With that, Timmy is gone. Harry’s eyes are closed again. Faye decides she shouldn’t blow on his food, so she just awkwardly waves the spoon in the air until it’s cooled enough. Then she holds it to his mouth. “Ready?”

Harry’s eyes flutter open. “Yes. Sorry.” He drinks it. “Mm that’s good.”

“Really?!”

“Really. Thank you, love.”

“Let this be a lesson for you. No more giving me your hat and gloves when we’re out, got it?”

Harry tries to laugh. “How about you start bringing actual warm clothing, especially during the winter?”

“Sure. I'll do that too.”

“No, I’m not so sure that you will since you like taking care of me so much. You’ll get me sick on purpose.”

She gasps. “I’d never.” She gives him another spoonful. “Maybe your body is just weak because I’ve never gotten sick from the cold.”

“Weak?”

“Yeah. I mean before you, I always went out in the cold like that and never got sick.”

Harry opens his mouth for more soup. “It’s some medical thing we can’t explain.” He frowns. “I don’t like that nobody took care of you before me.”

“Well in their defense, I’m a grown woman and should be able to take care of myself. It’s really a fault on my part.”

“You were sad,” he argues. “You needed someone.”

“Well then I found someone.”

Harry perks up. “Yes. You did. And you know what? I’ve changed my mind about the whole dating after me thing.”

“Oh yeah?” Faye smiles.

“Yeah. I’ll just come back as a ghost so we’ll never really be apart.”

“What made you change your mind?”

He says, “The thought of you spoon feeding another man.”

“Really?” she laughs. “That’s what got you? There are far other romantic things I could do with someone else.”

“Being spoon fed is at the top of my list of romantic actions. It’s a love language I think.” She gives him another spoonful. He sighs deeply and then shuffles over to rest his head on her shoulder. “Your boyfriend is a mouth breather. How does that make you feel?”

“I don’t mind,” she tells him, patting his cheek. “I love you.”

“Despite the sweatiness.”

“Despite.”

“You're my baby."

She lays her head on his, kissing his sweaty hair. “Despite me never dressing for the weather?”

He takes a very deep breath and stays silent for longer than necessary. He finally says, “Yes” and then opens his mouth for more soup.

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