#okay now this got me choked up . (😓)

[friedchickenluver]

i imagine during izumi’s first heartbreak she would come home and not say a word trying to look for her dad . and once she finds him , she just goes to curl up and cuddle against him and bury her red face into his chest .

he asks “what’s wrong izzy ?” so gently as if she was a little girl all over again , tears swelled up in her eyes wishing she could go back to those times . He advised her about wanting to find love so soon , it’d break her young fragile heart . Not everyone is worthy of her joyfulness and compassion and her sense of humor . Not everyone wants happiness , not everyone wants izumi . But that’s life , he wasn’t ready for life to be mean to her , he never wanted life to be mean to her .

“you were right dad , i feel like i take you for granted sometimes .” Zuko didn’t ask for clarification on what she was talking about , he silently kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her as tight as ever , like he was hugging the last bit of his sanity like it was reason he still thought life were worth living for .

[meowpupp]

hiii can I request some fluff with puppy reader and Price pleaseeeee

(injury & comfort)

Price comes home to find reader with a bloody bandage around her fingers and palm from accidentally dropping a glass of water. she’s so desperate to clean it, scared he would get mad at her but he actually doesn’t gaf abt the mess and just wants to take care of his sweetheart 😓🙏

poor puppy girl who stands in front of the bathroom sink, tears blurring her vision as she desperately tries to wash away the blood. bandages are already set out, a trashbag full of broken glass and bloody tissues sitting in the corner of the room.

heart beating quickly, the feeling of fear almost making you choke. your hands are shaky as you dry them, the towel spotting bright red now. you don't even notice as price enters the house, door as he approaches, hands reaching for your wrists.

his heart breaks as you yelp, teary eyes wide and scared. you look so little, vulnerable. "shhh, s'okay puppy. show me." his voice is soft and rumbly, but still has the undertone of dominance that makes you instantly obey.

your hands tremble as you let him take them, blood still slowly seeping from the cut. "sorry, m so sorry, didn't- didn't mean to make a mess. I tried to clean the glass up, im sorry-"

he cuts you off, kissing the cut on your finger. prices eyes are soft and warm as they meet yours. "you're okay sweetheart. youre not in trouble love, just an accident." he pulls you tight, back against his chest.

he talks you through it, describing each step he goes through as he bandages your hand. he knows the deep rasp of his voice calms you, providing both comfort and distraction.

he uses the bandaids he specifically bought for you. brightly coloured with your favourite character on them.

once he's done, price turns you around. one big arm wraps around your back, the other tangling in your hair as he pulls you close. he gently shushes you, letting you feel the rhythm of his breath, breathe in the musk and cigar scent that clings to him.

"never need to apologise for living sweetheart. would never be mad over an accident," he kisses the side of your head, "you're safe here, I've got you sweet girl. such a good pup for trying to clean it up, m'sorry you got hurt baby,"

he smiles softly as you finally relax, unable to resist the warmth and warmth he radiates, "my precious girl. so, so good f'me."

[gr7mes]

PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK. 

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you. 

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera. 

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek. 

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.” 

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK. 

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.” you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“ 

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again. 

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.” 

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him. 

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced. 

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.” 

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph. 

[8ttached]

Nsfw of fontaine completely shutting down reader if she tried to get sassy with him keeps me up at night 😓😓 also ur fics are so good wtf im glad i stumbled on ur account

The way i was writing this around the time you sent this anon omg 

(ALSO FIRST ANON OMG??? AND THANK YOU YOU'RE SO SWEETTT!!)

Sassy fontaine (pt 2? ( reader is the one being sassy))

Fontaine ! sassy blk woman 

Warnings: smut (18+)

Author note: This is my first (I'm lying second) time actually writing a full-blown smut omg I was literally giggling writing this but I hope yall enjoy this and don't think its cringy LOLL (also this isnt proof read sorryyyy)

Word count: 877

You were irritated that day, pissed off even. Everything wasnt going the way you wanted and the last thing you needed was a nigga in your ear, fontaine. 

You were huffing and puffing around the apartment and ended up bumping into Fontaine but you were so pissed you didn't apologize in fact, you didnt say shit. “damn, excuse me” fontaine says, only for you to continue on your bs. Fontaine frowns his eyebrows noticing you mumbling around the house and aggressively doing house chores. “What's going on wit’chu?” fontaine questions which only annoyed you more. “Nun” you give him the cold shoulder. “Whatchu mean nun, There sum clearly wrong wit’chu if you bump into me that hard.” he says, tilting his head. “I mean nun ‘taine, i got shit to do, and id appretiate it if you weren't on my ass about sum as lil as that.” you remarked. You walked away with the large bin full of clothes only for fontaine to walk in front of you. “What nigga” you shrug your shoulders, irritated at the fact that Fontaine was stopping you from doing the shit you had to do. He smacks his lips “whats up with you today bruh.” he looks you up and down. 

“Nun now move-”

“I aint moving till you tell me whats up.”

“You better move fontaine i aint playin”

“Fix your attitude”

“Fuck you, who do you think you is, you aint nobody” “I said fix your fucking attitude.” he says, now face to face with you

“Or what nigga.”

Were the last words you said before your throat got stuffed with your boyfirends dick. 

“Uh huh, just like that.” You notice fontaine looking down at you, his grills shining as he slightly smiles at you and his pre cum n’ spit dripping down to your tits. “Talking all’dat shit when all yo ass needed was my dick is your mouth” you wanted to slap the shit outta him but the way he was fucking your mouth felt too good to care. “There ya go, pretty bitch” he bites his lips attempting to hold his groans at the sight of you looking up at him and stroking his dick.

 “Okay c’mere” he whispers, grabbing your throat and kissing you. You and fontaine kissed all the way till he pushed you onto the bed. “Spread ‘em legs fa'me ma” he mumbles and eagerly, you did. In no time fontaine impatiently did his work causing you to give out a heavy sigh.  

‘Fontaine...” you moaned out. Fontaine worked his tongue all over you like a starved man. His low-lidded eyes were addicted to the view of you losing your mind. He mumbles something to you but you can’t understand what he’s saying, you’re too caught up in the pleasure. Soon you were unconsciously griping his free forms while yelling his name. “Mhm lemme’know how good im making yo’pussy feel” Fontaine mumbles as he grips your thighs to your chest. “ ‘taine im cuming” you choked out which made him laugh against your thighs as you lost your mind

“Uh huh now sprea ‘dem legs” 

Fontaine was now kneeling in front of you taking his time as he took his shirt off. The sight alone could make you cum untouched. Before you could say anything Fontaine began to assault your neck leaving hickeys, bite marks, and drool all over your neck and collarbone. “Taine please, I need you” you beg. The teasing was making you needy and wetter. “Oh now you wanna open your mouth” he sighs. He slaps his dick on your clit which made you whimper and whine for something more, anything. “You gone have to open ya mouth if you want sum like you should have done earlier.” he says looking in your eye, waiting for you to tell him what you want. “Taine, i want you please” you sigh out. “ ‘m right here ma.” he examines your body and how needier and impatient you get. “I need you dick Fontaine please!” and how could he say no to that?

And after your 2 orgasms rushed over you, it was getting too much. 

“Taine, i cant-”

 “yeah you can”

The pleasure hurt so good, you bit your lip attempting to hold back your noise but Fontaine noticed, gripping your face, making sure you felt every single deep, hard stroke. “c’on ma, what happened to that mouth of yours?” all you could do what whimper as another orgasm was coming. “All you gotta do is lemme know what you need baby, yknow i got you ma.” his reassurance following him roughly rubbing your clit made you arch for more. “yeah , yknow what to do” he bites his lips, his shiny gold grills glistening. You grip his arm as your orgasm erupts. “Oh fuckk” was the last thing you said before you saw stars and heard Fontaine groans as he came on your stomach. 

“You ight?” he chuckles. “Mhm” you sigh. “rest, imma finish up everything” he kisses your forehead as he covers you with a blanket. “You sure taine? I can finish after i take this breather” he lightly smiles. “Yeah ma, just know yo ass gonna tell me what had you all antsy n shit.” Fontaine says as he walks out of the room.