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chao-thicc-hcs · 1 year ago

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hii! just saying, i really love your work so much! i wanna request something if that’s fine with you! could you maybe do tr characters accidentally slapped you across the face?? (pls have both haitanis brother and sanzu like i need them hehe) thank you! <3

thank you so much, anon! 😭 a/n: sanzu is an absolute word-vomit i'm so sorry i wrote this at 3am

Slapping you across the face.

ft.: haitani brothers, sanzu haruchiyo

warning(s): mentions of slapping, rindou being absolutely fucking toxic and controllng, crying, mentions of depression, suggestive, mentions of sex.... and sanzu

genre: angst, no comfort (for now, there might be part 2, who knows?)

READER IS AFAB! not proofread, will be edited further

ran↷

Your lover was usually very calm and gentle with you. During the occasions where you had arguments, he'd not react abruptly, nor raise his voice. He'd always be calm, soft-spoken, wich oftentimes susbided your flames.

But today was different. He was annoyed and bitter, because he got into a fight with his brother, and such things impact him greatly. You however, didn't know the reason he was so pissed. It was a day where both of you had agreed to go on a date in a lavish restaurant, venting and ranting to each other about work-related stuff. Ran was quiet, however, and his stare was blank, as if your voice was equivalent to a fork being scratched on a plate. You noticed this, and quickly reacted.

-Ran, what's wrong? You've been bitter this entire day and evening.

-None of your business, Y/n.

The coldness in his voice caught you off guard, and not being called by the usual "babe" or "my dearest" definitely hinted to you that you shouldn't push his buttons further. But you couldn't shake the feeling that was eating you on the inside. You wanted to know more, and somehow help him out.

-...Actually it is, you're my fiance, and I want to know more-

-Just shut up and eat your food. You've been nagging me to go out to this restaurant and now you aren't even looking at it.

You blinked slowly. You felt like shouting at him, but kept your cool and sat quiet, eating the now tasteless pasta in front of you, not wanting to cause a scene in such expensive environment.

The ball of emotions was dormant until both of you arrived home. The second you stepped foot inside the apartment, you threw your bag to the side and threw your earrings on the counter.

-What the fuck is wrong with you, Ran? This entire day, you've been letting out all your nerves on me. You kept pushing me, threw remarks at me, grimaced every time when I tried settling things with you... If it is something about me, you better tell me like a man!

Ran just stood there, his eyes wide, eyebrow twitching at the sound of your voice bumping inside his skull. The man approached you and the last thing you knew, his hand connected with your cheek, turning your whole body to one direction. Your head remained turned, for you weren't even able to process what the man you were so eager to call "your husband" in the future laid his hand on you.

-Didn't I tell you to shut up? Weren't you taught common human decency, hm? That when someone tells you to shut up and leave them alone, you should do so?

You didn't want to cry, but bitter tears found their path down your now red cheek. What broke you more is the nonchalance Ran looked you with at this very moment, his tie already loose and blazer thrown on the ground. He seemed so much bigger and intimidating than usual, his eyes piercing holes through you.

-Oh, is that so..?-you smiled wobbly, your voice shaky.

You didn't utter a word anymore, but through forced smile and watery eyes, you took your bag and ripped off the necklace he gifted you on your graduation day a few months ago, throwing it on the ground. Ran seemed unbothered, but knowing him for over 6 years, you always spotted the hidden emotions behind his stare, especially when he so desperately tried being tough in a fight like this.

Not wasting any more time crying in front of what you called your "fiance" with so much joy, you stormed off the apartment, almost stumbling from the wave of emotions that you felt warming your body up.

The shutting of the door, followed by the echoing of your loud steps on the stairway outside, left Ran alone with his own regrets. Never in his life had he thought he'd feel so... empty yet kind of relieved. Relieved because he let out his anger, empty because he did it on you, and now he probably lost you forever

The night wasn't easy for him. Ran hated staying up all night, but the emptiness and serenity in the room were suffocating for him. He missed your voice, he missed the way you breathed in his neck, being the big spoon most of the time. He knew you'd not respond to his texts nor pick up his calls, hell, he didn't even bother charging his phone, because the only reason he even used in in the first place was gone.

rindou↷

Sometimes your boyfriend's insecurities overcame him, and it often lead to atrocious quarrels between you two. No matter how often you'd say you had eyes only for him - he'd never believe you and fall down into yet another depressive episode where the whole world is to blame for him.

Today was no different. There was a big bag next to your wardrobe, and you stared at it for a while, slouched onto the bed, sighing deeply. You knew it was risky, but the dress was so beautiful, so gorgeous that it was an impulsive purchase. Rindou gave you full access to his card, and he rarely checks it.

You slipped it on, and for the first time in maybe months, you enjoyed the view of an expensive, shiny material wrapped around your figure, the poofy sleeves hugging your arms you hated so much perfectly. The dress was royal blue, the cleavage was deep, it had a beautiful slit and you even ordered a jewelry that wrapped around your thigh with Rindou's initials.

You hoped honey will start dropping from his eyes the moment he sees you in this dress, even getting aroused by how beautifully the fabric and color complemented you.

You heard the front door closing, which sent shivers down your entire body, and suddenly the plan you had in your mind dissolved into thin air, blankness replacing it.

-I'm home.

His voice lingered into your head. Unaware of your surroundings, it felt as if everything began fading into white, dulling your senses. You loved hearing him say these words, which propelled you to throw yourself on his neck and plaster kisses on his face, but now, you were hoping to not hear them at least for two more hours while mentally preparing yourself for whatever was spinning in your head.

-Um, hello?

The creak of the door pained your eardrums. You were fiddling with the material of the skirt on your chest, taking short, tense breaths after Rindou's presence hit you from the back, his strong aura suffocating you. The thud of his suitcase made you jump.

-H-hey, Rindou. - you said meekly, turning around to face him

You were tense. Your chest felt heavy and you felt like your stomach shrunk and moved around your abdomen. Rin analyzed your entire figure, visibly unsatisfied with your current appearance.

-Y/n. What is this?-he growled, approaching you with a slow yet heavy gait

-This is a dress I bought to show you... I know you like this color on me, and I-

-It's too fucking revealing, Y/n. What are you trying to do, huh? You know damn well what I think about rags like these.

-Rindou, can't I have nice things on me for at least once? For fucks sake, I am wearing this dress for you, I want you to drool over me and just touch my body, is this too much to ask for?? I even have your initials on my thigh!

Rindou's expression changed abruptly, forming from annoyance to sheer fury and disdain. He grabbed you by the fabric of the poofy sleeves and pulled you closer, causing it to rip.

-Maybe if you didn't have such trash taste in clothing, I'd be pleased. And the thigh jewelry? The fuck were you thinking?? You want to be watched, eh? You want others to see your thigh??

By this time his voice got louder and louder, making it feel as if the inside of your head is shaking. But you cursed yourself for even thinking that he'd be any different. Ever since the incident with his brother calling you "hot", he's gotten worse and worse, sinking deeper into the pond of insecurities he was born in.

Your overthinking slowed your reactions, and by the time you came to your senses, you felt a burning sensation on your cheek. He laid his hand on you, and he was on his knees in front of you, head laid on your thighs, asking for forgiveness.

-I'm sorry.. sorry... sorry, Y/n, my love, I got too-

You shushed him up. You kept your gaze glued onto the door in front of you, legs urging you to stand up and go away, disappear, evaporate from Rindou's life. His eyes were filled with what seemed shame, self-hatred... even more than usual. No more were you influenced by his gentle caresses, no more you felt the same spark as before.

Rindou couldn't stand looking at himself in the mirror. Everything reminded him of you. The body mist you left in his room, the towel you'd use for your hair, and the last bits of your sweet, enticing scent that tied his braincells into a heart knot, forcing him to bury his head into the pillow you slept on, inhaling it.

30 missed calls.... over 100 messages until you blocked him. He searched for you everywhere - every nook and alley. He'd always randomly get the feel of you being around, or even hiding behind a sinister street.... alas you were never there.

sanzu↷

-YEEEEAAAAAAAH!!!

His voice echoed throughout the bar, or more precisely - the private room he'd booked for the both of you in the Haitanis' club.

You were embarrassed by your boyfriend's attitude, placing a hand in front of your face in a pathetic attempt to hide it and tone down the soul-eating feeling of your boyfriend being an absolute douche. The night was supposed to be lecherous with the just both of you in this room, talking, kissing and probably even unabashedly fucking in front of the entire staff.

-For fucks sake, Sanzu! You're so loud and obnoxious!

By the time he night progressed this far, Sanzu was high as a kite. Paired with the amounts of alcohol he had ingested by now, there was no salvation from the sweet curtain of drunkness that was in front of his eyes.

You were pissed. Not long before your date, he was gone for around 5 days. Full-on no contact. He didn't answer your texts nor calls, and it had you worried sleepless for days. He eventually came back, and as always - he'd take you out and throw all his money on you, buying you all the shit you lay your eyes upon, just to glaze your eyes and cease your nagging, making you forget that he'd do the same shit again.

He thought that problems are solved through material goods. Clothes, expensive dates and good sex, but soon you began realizing the toxicity you were put through from him, commencing from him gazing at other women to straight up disappearing for days. Who knows what he could've done?

But here you are, yet again, positioned in his lap, taking a shot of what seemed to be one of the best whiskeys you ever tasted, making you forget for a split second the mess your boyfriend is. The liquid warmed you... a little bit too much before a wave of dizziness washed over you. The only support you had was your lover, who had his hand wrapped around your waist, squeezing it.

You hated... no - loathed yourself for falling weak for his lukewarm excuses and attempts to win you back and have you moaning and murmuring under his touch.

-Y/n, you're so fucking boring. You don't let me have fun at home, and I ain't letting you hinder my fun here too.

He gruffly said, suddenly pushing you away. You plopped onto the couch. The alcohol brewing inside of you propelled you to a bold move you'd usually not make. You abruptly stood up and spilled the remaining liquid you poured yourself, all over his suit.

-The fuck are you doing?!

-The fuck does it look like I'm doing? All you've been doing is acting like I am some kind of side hoe. Doing all kinds of hurtful shit and then trying to make up to it by spoiling me...

-But I managed to succeed til' now, right? Why can't you just shut up and accept it again this night.-he retorted and tried to clean his clothes

Your fury couldn't be concealed even under the finest mask there is. You were panting from the build-up pressure inside of you the entire night. The buttons of your shirt were threatening to rip apart from the deep, frequent breaths you took.

-So I am going to continue being the only one fighting, huh? I will be the only one who loves truly and wholly? Is that it? You're going to treat me like some kind of used towel, huh??

The force you gripped his collar with was tremendous. Blue eyes stared at you in both confusion and frenzied fury. His arms were twitching, almost as if he wants to hit you.

Which he did in the blink of an eye, without a drop of remorse or holding back. He gripped your cheeks with his fingers after, forcing you to kneel down and look at him.

-You shut your filthy mouth or I am going to make you meet Satan himself, Y/n. You'd witness the other 50% I've been holding back to release since the last fucking time someone irritated me!

Terrified eyes analyzed his facial features. Vein protruding on his forehead and eyes filled with contempt and sheer malice, making you feel inferior, crushing you with just a simple stare back. No word was uttered from your mouth, nor you didn't move.

He didn't seem to have any quills about harming his "precious gemstone", as how he called you in the first few years of dating. You were shattered like glass, and your own pieces turned against you and impaled you with force, digging deep, hence you were blaming and cursing yourself for staying with him after Bonten was formed.

The night was young, and so were Sanzu's intentions of punishing you until you lose your voice from screaming.

©chao-thicc-hcs; reblogs are deeply appreciated

#tokyo rev #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo rev angst #ran haitani #haitani ran #sanzu haruchiyo #haruchiyo sanzu #rindou haitani #haitani brothers #haitani rindou

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padfootagain · 2 years ago

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Caught Red-Handed

Hi! I am answering two similar requests that were sent my way a few weeks ago. Anons requested that Ben and Reader would get caught while making out by the Shadow and Bone cast.

The fic was a little short when I wrote only what you had requested, so I’ve added a cute domestic scene at the beginning. I hope you don’t mind!

Thank you for all your sweet messages anon, they made me very happy!!! I hope you like this piece I wrote for you! Tell me what you think about it :)

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warning: fluff, tooth-rooting fluff even, some making out but no nsfw content

Summary: You and Ben are happy to be reunited when you come visit him on set in Budapest, while he’s shooting Shadow and Bone. Maybe, you’re even a little too happy, and you get caught by the cast being a little too… passionate.

Word Count: 2882

There is something awfully lovely about mornings.

Or, to be more precise… there was something awfully lovely about this particular morning.

It wasn’t about the scenery, though. It wasn’t about the young sun coming up, still shy and yet already promising a warm day; nor was it about the glistening rooftops of Budapest. It wasn’t about the delicate light coming in your bedroom that painted the walls golden, and it wasn’t about the beautiful architecture of the town.

It wasn’t about the hour either. It was barely 6 am. You could have wished for a little more rest. The covers were warm and soft on your skin, the mattress comfortable, you could have been reluctant to get up. You could have played the infamous five-more-minutes game. No, it wasn’t about all of this.

Actually, it was about that smell of coffee that filled the apartment. It was about the soft humming you could hear, coming from the kitchen, in a deep and warm voice. It was about the quiet rummaging, the scraping of a spoon against glass, and the rhythmic hit of a knife against a plate. You smiled before opening your eyes.

It was about the man who was preparing breakfast for the two of you.

You let out a yawn before finally opening your eyes. His side of the bed was empty already, but it was alright. You knew he was there. You could hear him in the kitchen.

You still let your hand roam across the empty space by your side, out of habits. After two months being separated by thousands of miles, it was normal to feel like all this was a dream.

It wasn’t though. You truly were in Hungary, you had arrived the previous evening. Ben had come to pick you up at the airport despite his busy schedule. Shooting a Netflix TV show was, after all, a lot of work. Still, he took time to be with you. He always did…

You had flown across the world to join him on the set of Shadow and Bone, and would stay for a couple of weeks. These were your vacations, and you couldn’t be more satisfied about them.

You picked up some clothes on your way out of the room, and soon headed to the kitchen to find Ben cutting fruits and preparing toasts, a warm cup of coffee by his side on the counter. He kept on humming and swaying as he cut an apple in slices, setting the pieces in two different plates. You noticed that he was wearing his earphones, thus not noticing you as you approached. It gave you a moment to lean against the doorframe, and enjoy the sight of your boyfriend standing there, in the kitchen bathed in early-morning light. He was wearing his sweatpants but no shirt or t-shirt, and you took your time to admire his back and shoulders, study the muscles of his arms moving with each fall and rise of the knife. You took in the sight of his dishevelled hair, and his naked feet, and the pure intimacy of the scene. There was something gentle in this domestic moment, outrageously simple, and you reckoned that was what made it all beautiful.

He was surprised when you wrapped your arms around him, pressing your chest against his naked back and dropping a kiss on his shoulder.

He winced, taking off his earbuds.

“Your hands are freezing!” he cried with a laugh.

You pulled away a little, unfolding your arms so your hands wouldn’t touch his chest anymore.

“Sorry,” you apologized with a bright smile and a small voice.

But Ben was merely laughing, and he took one of your hands in his.

“That’s okay. I don’t mind.”

He brought your hand against his lips to drop a sweet kiss on your knuckles. But when you touched him with your free hand again, he jumped and pulled away completely, fleeing.

“Ha! No, okay… I do mind. I do mind, you’re too cold. That shouldn’t be allowed, at this point,” he protested, laughing more than ever.

You were struggling not to laugh as well, and tried to pout instead.

“I can’t even touch you!” you protested.

He handed you your cup of coffee as an answer. You were finally facing him, and you noticed the dark bags under his eyes, the way his eyelids fell more than usual on his black eyes. He was not fully awake yet. But then, he didn’t seem to have taken a shower for now, which explained his drowsy look.

“Warm your icy fingers first. Then you can touch me all you want, but no more ice cubes!”

You accepted the cup of coffee, the warm porcelain burning your skin. You let Ben stand before the counter again, before teasing him.

“I can touch you… all I want?” you asked with a flirtatious smile, bumping your hip into his.

You saw his cheeks reddening, and the way he was biting back a large grin. He picked up the knife again, and resumed his cutting.

“Now… that could be arranged.”

You let out a giggle, before kissing his cheek. He turned to kiss your lips.

“But not before tonight. No time for shenanigans this morning.”

“Really?” you pouted again.

“Don’t give me that look,” he chuckled, trying to ignore you, but miserably failing to do so. “We just have time to eat some breakfast, get a shower, and then we are needed on set. Or well… I am needed on set. You’ll just spend your day distracting me.”

“A shower?”

“Don’t. Start. Besides… I thought last night was enough to get us through at least twelve hours without you giving me that look again.”

It was your time to shy away, and Ben’s turn to smile contently as he tortured you.

“Right… you’re right.”

“Now, I’ve made breakfast. Let’s hurry! Besides, everyone is asking about you, and when you’re joining us on set, and they keep on repeating how they miss you… bla bla bla,” he pulled a ridiculous face, full of disgust, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Ha yes… that must be so annoying that your colleagues love me more than they love you,” you chimed, and Ben gave you his best villain stare.

“I do not find it funny.”

But it made you laugh even more, and he broke out of character in a mere second.

You took another sip of coffee while Ben was wiping his hands and putting the knife down on the table. You tentatively touch his arm with just the tip of one of your fingers.

“Too cold still?” you asked, making your voice shy.

Ben shook his head, his smile still on his lips.

“No, it’s fine now.”

“YEEEEEES!” you cried, rushing to hug him and almost tackling him to the ground. He was back at laughing like crazy.

You held him tightly, releasing him just for a second so he could get comfortable and wrap his arms around you as well.

“Thank you for making breakfast,” you mumbled against the skin of his bare shoulder.

“You’re welcome, darling.”

He dropped a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he whispered, holding you tight.

You smiled, pressing your cheek harder against his collar bone.

“Me too. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

“Or well… actually, I’ve missed your shirts. Like this one I’m wearing… they’re very comfy.”

“I hate you…”

“Y/N!”

Three steps.

You only needed to take three steps on set for everyone to be aware of your presence, apparently. You could thank Jessie and her happy cry for that.

She rushed to hug you, and you welcomed her embrace with a bright laugh.

“Hi! It’s so good to see you!”

“Ben kept you away from us for way too long!” Kit added, giving you a hug as well.

“I did not!” Ben defended himself. “She’s the one who didn’t want to see any of you.”

“Now, we know that’s not true!” Jessie replied, sticking out her tongue.

“I was just busy with work,” you explained. “I couldn’t go on vacation before now.”

“Excuses, excuses…” Freddy shook his head.

It was strange to see everyone in full costume again. You spent your morning chatting with your friends, depending on who was waiting for a scene. Ben left you with the Crows to get ready, and you didn’t see him again before lunchtime. Or well, you did see him when you watched him from afar while he was working on a scene but you remained unnoticed, to avoid bothering him.

He fell on a chair by your side for lunch, heaving a tired sigh. It was a merry time, full of laughs and joy and stupid jokes. Jessie took several pictures of you and Ben, and you looked at them fondly on your phone after she shared them with the whole group. Ben leaned closer to look at the screen too.

“You look adorable,” he admitted as he stared at your bright smile.

“I’m not sure how I feel about these scars of yours though,” you teased, pointing at the large marks that had been added across his face.

“It’s to show how much of a bad guy I am. I am tough. Tough guys have scars, you know?”

“Sure,” you laughed. “The Darkling, for sure, is a very bad guy. You, on the other hand, are probably the cutest person I’ve ever met. You’re the opposite of a bad boy.”

He heaved a dramatic sigh, shaking his head slightly as he stared at nothing.

“And then… all my sex-appeal was gone for good…”

You laughed at him, and the mere sound brought a smile to his lips, the kinds he couldn’t refrain.

“I wouldn’t say that, now. We still have some plans for tonight, remember?”

“Plans? Us?”

You looked around quickly, but no one was paying attention to your conversation with Ben. You leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

“You did promise that I would touch you all I want…”

Despite his make-up, you saw his ears and cheeks redden fiercely.

“True… I won’t have the scars anymore by then though. I won’t look like a bad boy anymore.”

“I’ve always preferred kind souls, anyway,” you replied with a grin, before you would drop a peck on his lips.

You rested your head on his shoulder while you listened to Danielle and Amita chat happily, and were disappointed when it was time for him to go back to work.

You walked with him across the main building, hand in hand, accompanying him to the set. He rubbed circles against the back of your hand, the gesture tender and soothing. It was quiet in this corridor, everyone either finishing their lunch or going on set as well. People were busy. Meanwhile, you took slow steps while Ben was rambling about some movie he had watched that week. You forgot for a moment where you were: in a foreign country, in a building you didn’t know, where people created fantastic worlds out of their imagination. Only when you looked at Ben and saw him in full costume, with dark marks across his face, did you remember that he was at work. It was strange, really… the way he always made you forget everything else in the world whenever he was near.

“You’re alright?” he asked with a frown. “Am I being boring?”

“No, of course not. I’m sorry, I was just… thinking.”

“A penny for your thoughts?”

“It’s just… I’m just happy you’re here.”

Ben offered you a tender smile, slowing down his steps until the two of you came to a stop. The corridor was empty, silent. You could hear the distant whisper of busy rooms, but the air around you was still. Ben raised his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing tender patterns across your warm skin.

“I’m happy you’re here too. Even if… you’ve abandoned me all morning.”

You laughed at his teasing, and he did the same.

“Now… again… it’s not my fault if I’m everyone’s favourite!”

“I highly doubt you are, darling. But if it makes you happy…”

You stuck out your tongue.

“I can assure you though that you are someone’s favourite,” Ben added through a chuckle, “if not everyone’s.”

“Whose?”

He let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him.

“You are my favourite.”

You let out a bright laugh.

“Considering that I’m your girlfriend… I do hope so.”

“It was a tough competition though…”

“Do you really want to sleep on the couch tonight, my love?”

He rested his forehead against yours as he laughed.

“What about that plan of yours, huh? I thought you had planned some very sinful activities…”

He bumped his nose against yours a couple of times, until it would make you smile.

“Well… for now all I have are plans. Nothing more.”

He hummed, and you closed your eyes. Because you could feel the way he held you tighter against him, the way his fingers were caressing your cheek, his thumb travelling downwards to brush your upper lip. You were so close, your two breaths mingled in the small space between your faces. Your heart had sped up, and so had his.

“We both know those plans will happen though,” he assured you.

“Really?”

But he didn’t answer; he merely closed the gap between your mouths, and you wouldn’t have been able to find any argument against these plans of yours as he did so.

You kissed for a long time, your fingers lost in his hair despite the fact that he was needed on set. And the more time passed by, the more heated your kiss became… lips against lips dancing together, capturing, grabbing, pulling, crashing…

When his lips left your bruised ones to travel down to your neck, you had forgotten how to breathe altogether. He left a trail of goosebumps in his wake as he dropped warm, hungry open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, all the way to that sensitive spot at the birth of your shoulder. He slipped his hand under your shirt, warm fingers running across your back until he teasingly moved his hand to your ribs, his thumbs rubbing the soft skin. You couldn’t refrain a gasp as his fingers grazed the edge of your bra, and you held tightly on his shoulders for balance, your knees suddenly feeling dangerously weak…

You were, however, in the middle of a corridor, and you were well aware that things couldn’t go further than that. So, you held his face in your palms, pulling him away just enough to kiss him again…

… until you heard some shocked cries from the end of the corridor.

You broke away just enough to see Archie, Freddy, Amita, Kit and Jessie all shouting dramatically and covering their eyes.

“How disgusting!” Archie shouted.

“My eyes! My eyes!” Jessie added.

And all of them added their own cry of despair. Ben rolled his eyes, clenching his jaw in an annoyed gesture that remained filled with fondness. Meanwhile, you were giggling uncontrollably, burying your face in his shoulder to hide your embarrassment.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough!” Ben called, struggling not to laugh, and blushing profusely.

“Can we look now? Have you stopped?” Amita asked, peeking through her fingers.

“They make rooms for that kind of stuff, you know?!” Kit exclaimed.

But soon they were unable to refrain their laughter, Jessie being the first to break out of character.

“Alright, alright… let’s go back to work,” Ben replied, shaking his head playfully while you finally broke your embrace and put a step between you and your boyfriend.

“You might need to go back to get your hair done before going back though, mate,” Archie teased, pointing at Ben’s hair that you had, indeed, turned into a proper mess of dark locks.

It made all of you laugh, but Ben could hardly deny that it was more than necessary.

“All of you are just jealous I have the most wonderful woman on Earth just for myself,” he replied, as your friends started to walk towards the two of you again.

“Absolutely not. We just found your PDAs insufferable,” Freddy replied.

“Really?” Ben asked back, rising an eyebrow.

He looked at you with such a mischievous glint in his dark eyes, you knew he meant trouble…

“Kids, these days… they’re a little prude, aren’t they?” he teased his friends, nodding towards them while still staring at you, making them all laugh and exclaim various excuses and arguments to defend themselves.

“You’re right… but they’re young, that’s why,” you nodded. “They still have much to learn…”

“Why don’t we traumatize them some more, then?” he offered, closing the space between the two of you again.

He wore this shit-eating grin again, and his dark eyes glimmered with mischief and something dangerous…

You nodded.

“Yes, we should…”

You were interrupted by a pair of familiar lips against yours, as he held your face in both his hands…

His castmates started their shenanigans again, but you merely smiled into the kiss this time, unwilling to pull away.

After all… you liked it when Ben was full of this kind of mischief…

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes oneshot #ben barnes imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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hyperfixiation-station · 9 months ago

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Hi Sun, could I please request some Alejandro whump headcanons? How does this man react to being taken care of? I love your writing 💜

CW: Sickness, Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence thank youuu anon!!! also sorry for the wait😭😅 I did ramble a bit, so sorry if it doesn't make sense or things get repeated Also I wrote this at 2 veeeery different times so sorry again😭 as always, no beta read, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything :))

My dude is man-cold kinda guy It has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn’t know how to ask for affection and you always cuddle with him when he’s sick

But only for unimportant things. A cold or a sprained ankle?

He's dying, needing you to cater to his every need

But if he's seriously sick or injured he will push himself till he passes out

You have threatened to tie him down if he does not obey his medical leave

Case in point:

He had some lung issues after pulling Rudy from the fire during the whole Hassan fiasco

He got pneumonia because he didn’t rest and exposed himself to cold, wet environments

Oh and he had fracturedbruised ribs from his time with teh Shadows

Of course he didn’t go to the doctor, and you were out of town and couldn't force him to

You walked in on him coughing so hard he couldn't breathe

Blood was splattered on the floor as the coughing aggravated his ribs which aggravated his lungs which made him cough and then it'd start all over

You watched in horror as he choked, as he tried to inhale something other than his saliva

The 12 minutes and 47 seconds it took for Rudy to get to your house were the longest of your life

He was confused when he woke up in the hospital two days later, until he saw you sitting next to his bed, your hand in his, head lolled to the side as you slept.

You gave him a reaming of a life time

"Do you not care Alejo? About yourself? About Rudy? About me? Do you not care what we would feel if you died because you're too Godsdammed stubborn to ask for help? You made this-"

"Ay Cariño, you are beautiful when you cry."

"Don't try to flirt you're way out of this Vargas, I am so worriedmad at you right now."

"I am sorry Amo-"

"Don't do this again Alejo,. I don't think I could handle walking in to find you...because you didn't take care of yourself, okay?"

He hit a wall at that point in your tirade, and you could see it

You climbed into the bed with, curled up so your head was on his chest and fell asleep, the first peaceful night you'd had since coming home and finding him

Things were different after that

It was slow going, but you could see him making an effort to tell you when things were bothering him, to not deflect his emotions and issues

You make him chicken noodle soup when he's sick

And then you'll climb in bed with him and watch Disney movies until he falls asleep

You don't kiss him when he's sick because, ew, germs

But you'll cuddle and run your fingers through his hair

Your dialogue when he's actually hurt vs. when he's exaggerating is drastically different

"Sick" days look like: "Ay, you'll feel better baby." "You're no' gonna die, it's just a sprained ankle." "Do not kiss me Alejo." "Yes baby, we can watch a movie."

Sick sick days look like: "Alejandro sit your ass down!" "Do not make me call Rudy over here." "What do you think you're doing? Alejandro!" "Alejo, baby, why won't you let me help you?"

He got sick 2 weeks after you moved in with him

Like really, actually, sick(he had the flu)

Your first clue something was wrong was when you woke before him

The man had woken up at 6:45 am on the dot your whole relationship, so you knew something was up.

The heat you could feel radiating under the covers was the second

You were fully prepared for over-dramatic, whiny, clinginess, just like he'd acted when he got the cold a couple of months ago

So you were surprised when he got out of bed and started getting ready for work

Your third clue something was up was the fact that he didn't notice you watching him lean against the door for support as he pulled his pants on

"Alejo?" He spun around to face you, honest to god swaying on his feet

"Alejo, baby, you can't go to work like that."

"Like what?" His voice had just the slightest quaver to it

You looked his flushes face, his trembling hands, the way he was leaning against the door and sighed

The only reason you even got him back to bed was because he had the day off, he had just wanted to train

It hurt a little, how he didn't ask you for anything. He didn't beg you to cuddle or hold him, in fact it didn't seem like he wanted you there at all

Not because he wasn't being loving or because you felt unwanted

But because you knew it came from a childhood of misplaced trust and neglect.

He made it clear he didn't want to be touched, but you still hesitantly placed your hand on his forehead to check his temperature

The way he pressed into your palm and the small, shuddering sigh he gave broke your heart.

In the end you had Rudy pull him from the schedule, and spent the next week curled up with him in bed

You got into a very heated argument on day 3, which ended with you in tears and him coughing so hard he can't breathe

When you stayed with him, rubbing his back even after everything, things got better

He still doesn't like being a burden, but it's a start

He didn't/doesn't like your desire to care for him, not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn't know what to do with it/doesn't understand it

He’s spent his whole life in a warzone. He’s never had the opportunity/ability to sit back and let someone take care of him.

It wasn't that people didn't love him as a child, but in-between the drug-trades, gang fights, the cartels push for power and the subsequent war launched by the government, the struggle to survive outweighed any of his problems.

"Alejandro, we can't afford a doctors visit right now, you'll just have to drink some water." "Ay mijo, you have to be more careful, I can't afford the hospital bill to fix your arm, we'll just have to wrap it up at home." "Alejandro I already told you, we can't make it to the ceremony." "I can't, we can't, you can't..."

He’s used to patching himself up, used to people not having time or resources to care when he’s injured. It why he over plays the little things, because he didn't worry anyone when or take up precious time when his ailments could be fixed with a band-aid

His family was too busy making sure they survived to give him the attention a child required. It's why him and Rudy are such good friends.

They spent more time with each other than with their own flesh and blood.

My man does not like being open, and Valeria's betray

He deflects, much in the same way he did as a kid, by overplaying the little things so no one notices the big things.

For the longest time you had to have Rudy text you when Alejandro got injured, because he wouldn't tell you

Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambling!! I tried out a new format so lmk how you like it! Oh and reqs are open :3

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shidousprincess · 9 months ago

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PLEASE ON MY KNEES BEGGING FOR NESS ILHSMMMM HE'S MY POOKIE PLEASE ANYTHING FLUFF MAYBE EVEN STEAMMY PLEASE 😭😭😭😭😭

If you do this request tysm, stay safe and healthy ▄█▀█��

Anon requested Ness so I shall deliver (I hope) I might do some steamy if yall want a next chapter I’m sorry it took 3 days I just couldn’t come up with a plot and my period has been kicking my ass so I’ve done nothing but sleep and read others stories but today a idea flew to my brain and so I wrote it 💜 I’m still trying to tweak my work as I go any tips are appreciated

Nessxfem!reader

Hope you all enjoy! Much love my sunflowers stay safe and healthy aswell !!!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏻

‼️Request are open btw{on my knees begging yall for requests🧎‍♀️}‼️

Photographerxmodel type Au

Words:1k+

Y/n,ness,and Kaiser all childhood best friends ,after high school ended they all went their separate ways but kept in contact until y/n went abroad to study photography and ness and Kaiser went to go apply to be models for and expensive brand

6 years later y/n was setting at a cafe in Shibuya drinking her favorite drink thinking of where she could apply for a photography job.lost in thought she didn't notice her 2 childhood best friends enter the cafe until Kaiser noticed a familiar face that looked like y/n his childhood best friend he walked up to them "hello might I ask your name? "They were snatched out of thought and they quickly said “Y/n. Kaiser ! I haven’t seen you in years is ness still with you ?” as soon as Ness heard her speak he ran over to see her not even worrying about his spot in line . "Y/n we've missed you so much!"they both said in unison not having seen each other in 6 years they all decided to catch up on what each other was doing..."so y/n what have you been doing since we haven't seen each other in sooooo long".Ness asked. “Well I have been studying abroad in photography and I finally finished about 2 weeks ago so I decided to come back to Japan to see if I could find a decent photography job and so far I haven't had any hits what about you two?”... Kaiser spoke up "me and Ness became models for Louis Vuitton and we have been looking for a photographer and looks like we stumbled upon you at the perfect time

You can come by the company tomorrow and apply to be our photographer I'm 100% sure they will accept you" Kaiser says with a smile “

You thought for a few seconds and decided you would.

So you all 3 began to chat some more about how everyone was doing and what has been happening

“I really enjoyed seeing you both and getting to talk and catch up but it's really late and I need to make it back to my apartment so I think I'll leave first” then they both got up with you “we need to go aswell ... goodbye y/n" they both said in unison .. “wait a second y/n “Kaiser said you spun around to see what he needed he ran up to you with a piece of paper with the company's address. “This is the address you need to come to tomorrow” he said then walked back to where Ness was . “Bye guys I had tons of fun today thanks for the job opportunity aswell” . You then turned back around and headed for your apartment.

~The next day ~

You arrived at the address Kaiser gave you and walked in you asked the lady at the front desk if she could take you to where the manager is

She gladly obliged and took you to where she was .. “thank you “you said and bowed then you knocked. “Come in” says the manager. You walked in and took a seat and she soon asked “you must be the girl Kaiser told me about yesterday”.. “ yes I am he must have told you about me wanting to be he and Ness’s photographer?” You questioned. “Yes you are correct and I would love for you to become their photographer” . “So when do I start” . “Next week Monday morning at 9am” .. “ ok will do thank you for the job” then you got up bowed and left.

~5 months later~

Ness’s pov

It's been 5 months since y/n started being our photographer and my crush on her has never left even after high school and I’m not sure if they feel the same here lately Kaiser has been around her a lot more and he takes her out places in his spare time and just leaves me hanging and it kinda pisses me off that he keeps hogging her and today I decided to take y/n on a date ..

for the past 2 months Kaiser has been spending a lot of time with me and he also had taken me out plenty of times. And I've noticed how Ness’s behavior has changed around Kaiser and i. it breaks my heart to see my high school crush sulk.. I haven't been talking to him because I'm always with Kaiser so I decided today I would ask if he would like to go to the park where we could talk and I can confess to him.

An hour later we were done with the photoshoot and Kaiser as always tried to get me to come with him to a restaurant but I declined and he just looked at me dumbfounded as I walked over to Ness .

“Hey Ness?” I tapped on his back to get his attention.

“Hey y/n can I help you with anything?” He asked

I gathered up all the courage I had and asked “would you like to go out to the park with me ?”

Ness stood in shock that you were the first to ask him out on a date to the park .

“It's ok if you don't want to you said in a panicked tone. Ness jumped out of his trance “no no I would love to go out with you” he said with a sweet smile ...

You had noticed over the past 5 months how he would always be staring at you or trying to make conversation with you but Kaiser would always but in and cut him off you had thought if he felt the same way you did....

~At the park~

Neither of you talked the whole way there when you both sat down on the swings Ness broke the foreboding silence “so what did you need y/n ? “You stood up and said..”Ness I have wanted to ask you this ever since the end of high school but didn’t have the courage or confidence .. I love you Ness” ..

Ness froze not believing what he had just heard he came back to his senses when you were crying because you thought he didn't like you back he then jumped up and picked you up and spun you around and brought you into a loving kiss he then broke the kiss after a few minutes to catch y'all's breath” I have always loved you y/n and always will” he then kissed you again you then broke down in happy tears and so did ness “soooo are we a thing now ?”he asked you lightly hit him on the arm “yes of course” you smiled.. Ness smiled and pulled you in for a hug

The end

#ness x reader #blue lock x y/n #bluelock fluff #blue lock x reader #blue lock #fluff #photographerxmodelau

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chierafied · 7 months ago

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20 Questions for Writers

The lovely @annabtg tagged me for this ages ago. Thank you! 💖 I've done this tag one or twice in the past, sorry to long-time followers with excellent memories, in case some of my answers have remained the same lol.

AO3 username: Chie (Chierafied)

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 413

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 1, 406, 470

3. What fandoms do you write for? Jily (Harry Potter), SessKag (InuYasha) and seldom IchiRuki (Bleach)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I’ll go ahead and name 6 so I can have an even spread between my two main fandoms.

Top 3 Jily fics by kudos:

#Jily

Much Tweeting About Crushing

Plan B

Top 3 SessKag fics by kudos:

Life After Loss

Stranger Than Fiction

Fifty Kilos of Fluff

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, and I think I reply to most of the comments I get on AO3. Though sometimes I don’t if I feel like I won’t have anything to say in reply or if I’ve been overwhelmed by the number of comments in the inbox and have left them there to rot for over a month by which point it feels too embarrassing to respond. 🙈 On other sites I don’t really reply to comments, as email notifs from Dokuga are broken and I don’t really go to FFnet anymore.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? For Jily, Ashes and A Lifetime, both microfics I wrote for moody March. For SessKag, Foil and Vagary come to mind first.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I mean fluff is my default setting so most my fics have a happy ending. 😅 Of the more recent fics, the Jily microfic Happily Ever After comes to mind. Or, for my SessKag fans, the holiday one shot Christmas Morning.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Any real hate is rare, though I have got one Anon hate comment telling me to kill myself because I wrote a ship the commenter didn’t like. But I have got plenty of criticism of one sort or another over the years. In particular, the (infamous) plot twist from Chain Of Love got enough feedback that I still, 12 years later, sometimes have an instinctual cringe to seeing a comment notification for that fic. 🙈

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? If I say no to this question, I’m sure there will be a choir of @drosselmeyerwrites, Wicked and Troll yelling liar. But personally I still don’t consider myself a smut writer. I do write (and have written) the occasional sex scene, but only 2 of those would qualify for smut. I like to usually keep my sex scenes fairly vanilla and I don’t like to name genitals etc. My comfort zone is more in sensual and emotional side of the spectrum, rather than explicitly detailed naughtiness.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? True crossovers, no. I don’t think I’ve written any. I’m more partial to fusions, e.g. Disney AU or a fairy tale retelling or whatever, in which you take the characters from fandom A and insert them into the world/plot of canon material B. Craziest of these fusions I guess would be my SessKag Star Wars AU one shot A Leap of Faith, which I’d pick for crazy as I’m not a Star Wars fan. Similarly, having never seen The Office, my jilychallenge one shot In the Dumps is one I wouldn’t have written if not prompted.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. Once, that I know of. Though they did not claim to have written the fic themselves, someone did still opt to post my SessKag chapter fic Chain Of Love on Wattpad without my permission or knowledge, so I had it taken down.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, more than one I think. There’s been the sporadic request over the years and I haven’t really kept track so I can’t name which ones. But the most recent was a Chinese translation to my SessKag one shot Cold.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Kind of? I’ve made a few attempts in the past with a close IRL friend of mine, but those attempts have always fizzled out fairly quickly. I’m not sure how well co-writing would suit me, as I can be a bit of a control freak.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Honestly, I’m not sure how to answer this question. I guess SessKag fandom has been my home for the longest time. IchiRuki used to be my favourite ship, but the epilogue kinda soured it all for me.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? There are several of these but the ones I most wish to finish are my jily fics Their Halcyon Days and Chasing That Silver Lining

16. What are your writing strengths? I feel I'm good at writing (bantery) dialogue and I'm known for my fluff. I'm good at telling complete stories in very few words. I think, or at least hope, I am pretty good at hitting people in the feels and hitting the emotional notes in the story, evoking a response in the reader as well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Motivation and editing. As proved last month, I can easily go for a full month of longer without writing a single word. If I don’t have a routine in place and only write “when I want to”, my writing becomes super sporadic. Editing is something I have very little patience for, so it's a step that, other than a basic proofread, I never really do. What are these 'drafts' people speak of?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I think it depends a lot on if the language use can be justified and how it is executed, but I think this in one area where it might be best to proceed with caution.

19. First fandom you wrote for? David Eddings’ The Belgariad & The Malloreon.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? This question is impossible to answer, because my favourite anything is very much dependent on what mood I’m in and how the stars are aligned at any given time. Also there’s over 400 works to choose from. So I refuse to play favourites.

Tagging @siriuslychessi, @petals2fish, @jafndaegur, and @proudhanyou

#chie: my fics #jily #sesskag #fic meme #writing meme #20 questions for fic writers #meme tag

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fayes-fics · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by @suspendingtime. Thanks my dear. 🫶🫶 Apologies I'm a little tipsy right now haha. 🤪

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

155. Ahem, hush you. I started writing 18 months ago. When I get a new hobby, I REALLY lean into it.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

481,485. Yup, almost half a million. Again, shhhh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Bridgerton. Look, I have my hyperfixations, ok?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On AO3:

In His Lap (Short Fic) 181

Temptation 177

The Lesson 155

Insatiable 149

Are We Friends? 148

Tumblr notes:

Second Son 3,436

Sonnet #29 2,199

Rescue & Ruin 1,841

Awakening 1,827

Temptation 1,788

Wattpad readers:

Innocence, 30,600

Benedict Bridgerton Regency One Shots 23,000

Kinktober 2022 collection 16,300

Anthony Bridgerton Regency One Shots 10,400

Moments 5,800

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Always. It's just wonderful to get feedback. I read and respond to every single comment. They mean the world to me, truly.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably No Good Advice. I ended up writing Moments multi-chapter as I (and a friend) couldn't bear the idea they didn't end up together lolol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them, tbh. I can't write an unhappy ending. Maybe the mushiest is Second Son, Moments, or It Had To Be You.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Luckily not much yet. I did get one hate anon early on. It wasn't about a specific fic, though. It said they didn't know why I had a 'please don't steal my work' disclaimer (the standard one that most writers here use) cos I was delusional that my work was worth stealing. 🤷‍♀️

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, it's my trademark. It's rare when I don't write smut. 😬 I'm not sure what is meant by kind of smut. I've written it all, from vanilla romantic sex to kink threesomes with harnesses and double penetration lol. I haven't had a request yet that I've turned down due to sexual content.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet. The closest I've gotten is It Had To Be You, which is based on When Harry Met Sally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, sadly, it has happened quite a few times now. I was so fed up with filing copyright takedown notices that I set up a Wattpad account to try to counter it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I've been offered but have turned it down. I have no way to check that any translation would get across the nuance I aim for. So I know that may be anglo-centric, but its how I feel for now.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I am always threatening to lolol.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Hmm, tough one. I do love Kanthony tbh.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Benedict as a virgin. I just urghhh.... it's been a WIP for 17 months now. I just dunno why I won't finish it; I just get the feeling I won't.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no bloody idea. I'd prefer readers answer that tbh lol. My inclination is to say I don't have one, except perhaps a willingness to describe sex in ridiculous levels of detail? Is that a strength?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

World building. I will do anything to shortcut it. I'll find an economical way to describe a situation e.g. she's a widow; they're old friends. Got it? Good! Let's get down to business.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done a smidgeon of French as I studied it for ten years. But I doubt I'd do another language tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Only Bridgerton so far.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Bloody hell, I have no fucking idea. It literally changes depending on my mood. But I don't really care for my own writing that much, all I see is flaws lol. I guess the universe I would most like to write more for one day is Mrs Bridgerton and its sequel. Does that count?

No Pressure Tagging: A couple of my talented writing moots were tagged along with me on this (the lovelies @colettebronte and @eleanor-bradstreet). So lets go: @thebabblingbrookenook @fiction-is-life @ferns-fics @silverhallow @mothdruid @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @urchintoast 😁🧡🧡

#tag games #things im tagged in #fic writer questions

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austinstyles · 11 days ago

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Could you write a The Tribes of Palos Verdes Jim Mason x reader, the reader is sort of on the outside at school, they fit into any group and don’t really have problems with anyone. The only downside is their parents are divorced and they have the whole house to themselves for most of the year. Jim and the reader have to do a project together. Jim gets to know them and realize the rumors about them aren’t true. They become his getaway from his family most of the time.

Understanding each other.

Hey anon I love this request idea so I definitely know I want to do this. I tried my best. I hope you’re happy with what I wrote. And I am excited to write for Cody Fern as Jim Mason.

Jim Mason x reader

Summary: you and Jim become friends and start helping each other being each other’s escape with what’s going on in each other’s lives.

At school

Y/n pov

In my school I fit in with everyone. But my life is not as perfect as some people at school think it is. My good friends I have and hang out with are aware of my actual reality. At school i fit in with everyone basically.in my home it is just me and my dad. My mom lives in Colorado. My parents are divorced. amThe divorce happened when I was 8 years old. And now I am 16 years old, but at home it’s lonely. My dad is always at work. So it feels like my house is always empty. But it’s nice to have a empty house and hang out with my friends alone in.

In the real world time I am sitting in the hallway of my school doing some reading in my favorite book. Reading is my escape and feels good to just not have to be present in the real world. It is a free period for me so it’s nice to be in the world of my book.

Time skip

I heard the school bell ring telling everyone that class is starting. So I get up form where my butt had been sitting and got up to get to my next class. It was history class, when my body is standing outside my history class room I open the door and get to my seat. Everyone in my class comes in. Soon the whole class room is field with all my classes mates.

The teacher stared the lesson and was going on about that we are doing a history project. As the teacher is telling everyone who there duo is on the project, I herd my partner was Jim Mason. Actually did not mind this at all, he seems nice as I look at him sitting two desks behind me. Heard him and his family moved her to LA 6 months ago. The hole class lesson about the work for this project. American revolution.

When class was done I decided to make a plan with Jim to finish this project. After getting out of the class room I found Jim standing by his locker, deciding that I can ask him to work on our school project together today if he had the possibility.

We make a plan to work together after school at my house. Soon after we talk thankfully school day was almost done. I just personally haven’t been motivated when considering school for a few months now, but I have to push myself to focus and finish. ( note From writer. skip to when project was done and Jim and y/n are friends.)

Time skip months forwarded.

All in all we became each other’s supporters for everything in our lives. I was so sad when I heard Jim was found dead at the beach.

Thanks for reading. I am finally done with this. Sorry for rushing the story I was just done with it. Take care everyone. And maybe my next one I post I won’t be rushing it to be done. Have a great day.

🩷🙂🌸🖤👍🏻

Grace

Tag list: @morby

#austinstyles #requested #thanks anon!#the tribes of palos verdes #jim mason x y/n #jim mason fan fiction #jim mason x you #jim mason x reader #jim mason #fanfic #fanfiction #austinstyles writing #request are open #thanks for the request!#multi fandom #multifandom #cody fern

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theforgottenmcrmy · 2 years ago

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Spring~ Part 1/2 (Ser Harwin Strong x Reader)

᯽ Please note that this is an overall Part 6 of the series “Growing Strong”, the masterlist of which can be found on the pinned post on my blog. For some reason Tumblr doesn’t like me posting it here lately.᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, suggestive themes, mentions of pregnancy, death of minor character.

Summary: A few months of wedded bliss has been abruptly ended by another raven bringing grim news from Highgarden. As you try to come to terms with how the news will impact your life, someone familiar approaches you with an offer to lessen your burden... But are their motives genuine?

A/N: Thank you all so so so much!🖤🖤🖤 I’ve got a few more parts planned for this series, and I hope you all continue to enjoy reading it as I much as I have writing it. This chapter made me low key sad to write, but it had to be done for character development and future plot...💔 Maybe I’ll go back and write more light hearted stuff when this main series is over.

Fun fact, when I had planned this series, it was only going to have about 3 parts, and this would have been the last part. If I went that route, this part would’ve been named “Growing Strong” ... take from that what you will about what’s to come. Part 2 should be up on Thursday 10/20.🖤

PS, if anyone, and I mean anyone, wants to chat about last night’s ep, please hit a girl up. Shoot me a message. Send me an ask (shoutout to the anon who did so last time). Anything. I’m dying to talk about this stuff.

Ravens frequenting the skies between King’s Landing and Highgarden had become commonplace once more.

...

…

...

Dearest Brother,

Though you suggested you have been feeling less than well as of late, as I suspect is largely due in part to the cold weather, I beg you to take heart. The arrival of spring is upon us once more. With the improvement of the weather, I pray that you shall improve as well.

In the spirit of that happy news, I hope you will forgive me for what I am about to ask of you.

As I have before, I must continue to urge you to muster your physical and mental strength in order to finalize the negotiations with Lord Jason. The marriage between you and Lady Cerelle would be most advantageous for our House, and Lady Cerelle will be a fine Lady of Highgarden.

If not for the best interest of our House, I beg you to come to an agreement for your own sake. I have known nothing but pure happiness since I was wed some months ago. And for you, Brother, I would wish for nothing less.

As planned, my husband and I, along with my Good Sisters, shall see you for a visit in a few short weeks. If I do not receive a raven from you before we depart King’s Landing, I trust we shall speak further of this matter in person.

I hope this visit will benefit us both. Though I have come to think of King’s Landing as my new home, I fear that a part of myself will always long for the Reach, and for Highgarden even more still. Father always said that House Tyrell is at our strongest when we are not divided.

Take care, Brother. Despite the nature of this letter, I sincerely hope you are feeling more favorable than when you last wrote. I look forward to seeing you again.

Love,

Y/N

It was the warmest day of the year in recent memory. Though the winter had been short, and very forgiving, the warmer months were always heavily favored by those in King’s Landing.

Despite the small winter chill that still clung in the air, Princess Rhaenyra had requested to spend some time out in the gardens. You, Lady Lilyan, and Lady Eyla had joined her happily.

The four of you made yourselves comfortably seated at a table. Various trees and shrubs surrounded you, giving just enough of an illusion of privacy to placate the Princess. The sun shone upon the gardens, bathing the brightening greenery and blooming flowers in rays. Without any canvas overhead, the sun’s rays fell upon all four of your crowns as well. Though it was warm, it felt quite pleasant in contrast to the cool breeze.

“Under the Dragon’s eye…”

Samwell the Bard concluded his song, and the soothing chords faded away into nothingness.

Not but a moment later, Princess Rhaenyra requested, “Again.”

You saw Samwell’s complacent facial expression shift into an exasperated one, but fortunately, the Princess did not. As the bard began to strum the opening chords of the song once more, you exchanged amused looks with Lilyan and Eyla.

“Here you are, Princess.”

A serving girl placed a platter of candied lemons upon the table.

“Ah, yes!” Princess Rhaenyra gleamed, looking at the lemons with hungry eyes. “Thank you very much.”

As the serving girl excused herself, the Princess dug right in, grabbing several of the candied lemons at once. Before she ate the first one, she gestured down to the platter, and looked between the three of you. “Please, I insist- have some.”

Lilyan and Eyla grabbed a few for themselves, but the thought of the typically delicious sweets sound less than appealing to you at that particular moment. “Perhaps I shall have some later, Your Grace.”

“As you wish,” the Princess smiled with a nonchalant shrug. Placing her hand on her stomach absentmindedly, she added, “That just means there is more for me to enjoy now.”

The candied lemons were the latest of her cravings. Princess Rhaenyra, less than a year into her marriage, was with child.

It was a most welcomed development.

Since their marriage, Ser Laenor had been absent from King’s Landing more often than he had been present. It was not aided by the fact that winter had roughened the waters significantly, making sailing between Driftmark to Blackwater Bay and back a more difficult feat than it usually was. Thankfully, the news of Princess Rhaenyra’s pregnancy had quelled the more nefarious rumors about him and the nature of their marriage.

King Viserys was overjoyed with the news. If he had doted upon his daughter before, it was nowhere near comparable to the attention Princess Rhaenyra received from him now. Only the best maesters would be permitted to see to the new needs of his daughter. In fact, those said maesters had recommended against the Princess taking air outside in the gardens that day, citing that it was still too cold.

In response, Princess Rhaenyra had quipped, “When my mother was with child, she listened to every advice and suggestion you gave. But in the end, what effect did your words of wisdom have upon her wellbeing?”

The maesters were awfully quiet after that.

“Did you hear that Lord Hawick means to bring his daughter to Court in a few weeks time?” Lilyan asked the group conversationally.

With the warmer weather, it was not uncommon for ladies of noble houses to start flocking to King’s Landing. Though their fathers and brothers would do so under the guise of paying respects to and discussing business with King Viserys, you knew that it was really a means to flaunt their daughters about in the capital in the hopes of securing a worthy match for them. Various noble lords, their sons, and even knights were not a rarity in King’s Landing, nor the Red Keep.

You and Princess Rhaenyra merely hummed in response to Lilyan’s statement. Now that the two of you were each wed, neither of you were nearly as invested in the gossip pertaining to romantic intrigue of others at Court as you once might have been. You were satisfied with your own lives, in your own ways. However, neither of you would dare crush the spirits of Lilyan or Eyla, as the young girls had reached the age where they seldom talked about anything else but chivalrous pursuits.

“It is unfair,” Eyla sighed, downtrodden, “that as soon as we are to leave for Highgarden, countless others shall be arriving in King’s Landing.”

“There are plenty of interesting people of the Reach to meet, I promise you,” you assured her patiently. If only she knew.

“Lady Y/N is right,” Lilyan agreed firmly. “Besides, I believe that just as many will be departing King’s Landing as those arriving. Ser Royce, for example. I heard Lord Boremond ordered his grandson to depart for Storm’s End by next week.”

You eyes flickered over to Princess Rhaenyra upon the mentioning of Ser Royce’s name.

But Princess Rhaenyra was a good actress. A great one, even. There was absolutely no indication that there was any particular fondness between the Heir to the Iron Throne and the future Heir to Storm’s End.

But you knew there was.

Since the tourney in celebration of Princess Helaena’s second name day, Ser Royce had stayed in the capital city. His grandsire, Lord Boremond, in accordance with his father, Lord Borros, had asked the King if he would be willing to host Ser Royce for a time, hoping that it would enable the young lord to become better acquainted with the business dealings of his House that he would be expected to manage one day. As Lord Boremond had been blessed with longevity, and his son, Lord Borros, was also of good health, Ser Royce had not received the same guidance and tutorage he otherwise would have. But should anything happen to Lord Boremond or Lord Borros, Ser Royce would have to rise to the occasion.

King Viserys agreed to Lord Boremond’s request, and he, Ser Royce, and Princess Rhaenyra had spent quite some time discussing trade to and from the Stormlands over the past few months.

You supposed that’s where the fondness began for Princess Rhaenyra. Whatever it had started as, you suspected that the relationship between the Princess and Ser Royce had developed beyond what one might expect between a future monarch and a future lord pledged to them.

But that was entirely speculation. Princess Rhaenyra knew how grave even a whisper of such insinuations would be. You doubted she would be willing to take the chance of causing such stirrings, despite how inadequate she found certain aspects of her marriage to be.

And when the babe was born with the silvery white Targaryen hair, you would happily wallow in your guilt for ever having doubted the Princess for even a moment.

“It’s about time,” Eyla declared. “He has been in King’s Landing for months… How many trade details could there possibly have been to discuss?”

The Princess looked suddenly alert upon the other young woman’s quandary, but you intervened, knowing that she was not likely to.

“The Stormlands have many forests,” you reminded Lady Eyla tactfully. “Ser Royce has been overseeing the wood traded to the Crownlands throughout the winter. But now that spring has arrived, he is able to return home.”

Lady Eyla accepted your answer on the surface, but there was a small look on her face that suggested she didn’t entirely believe you, or perhaps, merely found your answer dissatisfactory.

“Good day, Your Grace, Sisters… My Lady.”

The four of you looked up at the sound of a fifth voice joining you.

“Ser Harwin!” Princess Rhaenyra greeted, putting the candied lemons she had in her hand back onto the serving dish. “It is a lovely day. Perhaps you would care to join us?”

The clothes and armor your husband wore suggested to you that Harwin had just come from the training yard. Confirming your suspicions was the fact that part of his hair was tied up and away from his face, which would have granted him better visibility. Despite his nickname of Breakbones, it still surprised you just how natural the ensemble looked on him. Some men had the appearance that suggested they were more fitted to scholarly pursuits, but not Harwin.

The gods could mourn that someone of his size, stature, and strength was not likely to ever see true war in his lifetime. But you would not. Just the thought of watching your husband ride off into battle was almost too painful to imagine.

“It is a lovely day, Your Grace,” Harwin affirmed. “Though, I regret that I must decline your invitation to partake in it.”

“Oh?”

“Might I be granted permission to steal my wife away for a short stroll?” Harwin asked Princess Rhaenyra. His eyes finally landed on you, and when they did, a conspiring smile played on his lips.

“Granted permission?” Princess Rhaenyra echoed. “No- I insist!” She turned to you with a knowing look. “Go now, Y/N. Take a stroll with your husband on this fine day… So that I may live vicariously through you.”

Despite your marriage to Harwin, Princess Rhaenyra still found plenty of amusement in forcing you to spend quality time with your husband. Had she not been destined to rule the Seven Kingdoms one day, you ventured to dare whether she would have had a propensity for matchmaking.

“Very well, Your Grace,” you complied, rising from your seat and walking over to your husband.

“And take your time!” Lady Lilyan called from behind you, causing Lady Eyla and Princess Rhaenyra to giggle.

Harwin ignored them, though without having taken offense, and offered you his arm. You took it, and the two of you walked away, waiting until you were out of earshot of the other women before speaking.

“It is a lovely day,” you noted conversationally.

“Yes,” Harwin agreed readily. “Though not as lovely as you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, and tightened your grip on his arm. “You have already won my hand, Dearest. There is little need for such flattery.”

“And yet, you are no less deserving of compliments simply because we are wed,” Harwin challenged playfully. “Aye, I am your Husband now. But that means that I am the only one who is properly allowed to bestow such words upon you.” He sighed then, and the gesture bordered on being dramatic. But you knew it was merely a jest. “It is a heavy burden, ensuring that you are showered with such praise, but it is one that I chose to bear...”

You rolled your eyes at his antics and lightly slapped his arm in mock discipline. Before you could chide him, your eyes widened in surprise as you passed a familiar face along the garden path. “Ah, My Lord!”

Your cousin, Lord Garrett Redwyne, greeted both you and Harwin with a pleasant smile and cordial nod.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that really you?” you teased him. “I heard you had arrived at the Red Keep a few days past, and yet, as you did not pay me a visit, I did not dare to believe it.”

Garrett gave you a sheepish smile, and bore your jibes good-naturedly. “My sincerest apologies, dear Cousin. I had some urgent business to attend to upon my arrival, though calling upon you was the next very thing I planned to see through.”

That was not surprising to you. Garrett, a son of your late father’s sister, was the second son of his family. As such, Garrett had frequently been charged to act as an envoy on behalf of many Redwyne matters across the Reach and Crownlands. Though only a few years your senior, it was indisputable that Garrett was far more-traveled, and you’d always looked forward to his tales at family gatherings for that very purpose.

“No apologies needed, Cousin,” you assured him truthfully, before looking up at Harwin with a hopeful look in your eyes. “Though, should you still feel the need to make amends, perhaps you would care to dine with us some evening before you depart for the Arbor?”

“Well,” your cousin began hesitantly, eyeing Harwin somewhat nervously, “if you insist…”

It was no secret to you that Garrett was frightened of your husband. Perhaps it was Harwin’s rather notorious nickname that put fear into the young lord’s mind. But his fear was unwarranted. You enjoyed your cousin’s company, and were even closer with his mother, who had acted as a mother figure for you throughout your life.

As long as Garrett did not cross you, he had no reason to fear Harwin. And Harwin was aware of your cousin’s reservations, too. He’d done his best at the wedding feast to reassure Garrett that he was not the monster his nickname suggested, but it had all been to little avail. At least Garrett had seemed to get along well with Harwin’s younger brother, Lord Larys.

Still, your husband was not one to be defeated so easily. Harwin gave your cousin his most approachable smile, and confirmed, “We insist, My Lord. It would be an honor to share your company.”

You couldn’t tell if Lord Garrett was affected by Harwin’s effort to appease him, as he made no facial or verbal acknowledgement of it. Instead, your cousin gave you one last smile, before heading about his way. As he passed you, he said, “We shall work out the details of when at a later time, so that may leave the two of you to your stroll. Good day to you, Cousin… Ser Harwin.”

Your cousin all but scurried off into the gardens along the path from whence you and Harwin had just come. You fought the urge to laugh as your focus returned to your husband, and why he had decided to “steal” you away from Princess Rhaenyra and his sisters a short while ago.

“Now, my dear Husband, what is it that you wish to speak with me about?”

“My father has suggested two more men. I was hoping to hear your thoughts about them?”

“Of course. Whom did he name?”

“Lord Graige of House Graceford and Lord Cerran of House Leygood.”

You frowned involuntarily, though quickly recovered, hoping to spare Harwin further cause for concern. “Lord George Graceford is known to be quite cruel… though perhaps his son has learned from his father’s misgivings. And as for Lord Cerran, I’m afraid I have not heard much about him… Though, perhaps no news is good news?”

Harwin hung his head in dismay.

Lord Lyonel Strong had been more proactive in seeking matches for his two daughters as of late. With your upcoming visit to the Reach, the Lord Hand had begun to look into eligible lords from your homeland, with the hopes that you might be able to arrange a meeting between them and his daughters. Though Harwin was less than thrilled with the idea in general, you were honored when your Good Father had asked for your advice on the matter. You’d come to love Lady Lilyan and Lady Eyla as younger sisters of your own, and you loathed the idea of them being wedded off to less-than-honorable men.

You patted Harwin’s arm reassuringly. “Do not fret. I trust that you and your father will find a more than suitable match for each of your sisters.”

“Are we certain they must marry at all?” Harwin questioned, only half-seriously.

“Gods forbid, what if something should happen to you and the Lord Hand?” you proposed. “You will have wished your sisters were married then. Their husbands will see that they are well taken care of. They will be safe and secure, and have households of their own to run, instead of being resigned to your father’s.”

“But Larys-”

“I know you love your brother, but Larys would have his hands full simply by inheriting your family’s seat and lordship. Would it be kind to worsen his burden by forcing him to secure matches for his sisters as well?”

Harwin fell silent, knowing that you made several valid points. Though he adored his sisters, and was fiercely protective of them, he was aware of the reality of their situations. He had a castle and title of his own to inherit someday; his sisters were not so fortunate.

You stood on your toes, and placed a chaste, comforting kiss upon his cheek. “I know your father would only agree to marriages for your sisters with fine, decent men. And, if those men are from Houses in the Reach, we would be able to visit your sisters as often as you’d like whenever we are in Highgarden.”

Harwin’s spirits were immediately uplifted at the idea of that.

“My Lady!”

Harwin came to a stop, as did you, at the sight of a messenger headed your way with the utmost haste. When the young man finally reached you, you noticed he was rather disheveled, and nearly out of breath. He heaved heavily, attempting to recompose himself.

“Gods,” Harwin frowned, very concerned. “What is the matter?”

“There was a raven from Highgarden, My Lord.”

It was your turn to frown, though yours was out of confusion. “Already?”

Your last correspondence to your brother, Lord Derron Tyrell, had been sent by raven just a few days before. Hardly enough time had passed for him to have received your letter and returned his response.

The messenger dug into his coat, and revealed the small scroll of a message.

Your eyes glazed over the scroll, awaiting in the messenger’s open palm, before raising to his face. The young man’s expression was a sorrowful one.

Your gut sank.

“What is it?” you demanded, in as level a tone as you could manage.

The messenger said nothing, and merely held out the scroll to you even further with a pained look in his eyes.

Another chill wind blew through the air. Though spring was on the precipice, it seemed that winter was still desperately trying to cling on. You weren’t displeased with it, despite the lovely day you’d experienced several days before.

The colder weather was far more attuned to your mood.

You and your husband’s shared quarters, which had once felt alive with joy and love, now felt cold and empty. But then again, the whole world felt that way.

You sat at the small table in silence. A grand view of the setting sun over King’s Landing was visible from the balcony, which was only a short ways away, but you couldn't find the strength to venture out there yourself. Besides, you could see it all well enough from where you sat.

The soft shuffling of armor and rustling of a cloak could be heard in the background. The noises gradually grew louder, and suddenly, you realized the bearer of both was now standing behind you.

“I must go now,” Harwin informed you, speaking softly.

Normally, you would bid him the warmest of farewells, and make him promise to keep himself safe. Though Harwin was no stranger to the streets of King’s Landing, every night he had to depart for his rounds for the City Watch, you feared greatly for his safety.

But that night, you said nothing. Though you wanted to, you feared what your voice would sound like. Disuse and sorrow would have wreaked havoc upon it. As it was, you could not even bring yourself to look at him. He’d been so patient with you… But you couldn’t help but feel as though he deserved a wife who was able to pull herself together more quickly.

You could tell Harwin was waiting on a response. Though your eyes were fixed over the city, you offered him a small nod in compromise.

You half-expected him to leave without another word, and confirm your worries that he was beginning to pull away from you.

But Harwin’s fingers suddenly brushed across your neck. The gesture would have normally made you shiver from another feeling altogether, but this time, it made you shiver from surprise. He silently adjusted the black shawl you hadn’t even realized had fallen to rest up and over your shoulders once more. Once he was satisfied that you were better protected from the chill, he moved to rest his hands upon your shoulders. The gesture was hardly an embrace, but it still left you feeling protected. Loved.

Harwin leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. As he withdrew his hands, he suggested gently, “Try to get some rest, My Love. I shall be back in the morning.”

With those last words, your husband walked across the room and exited your chambers. The door shut softly behind him, but once he was gone, you felt no more relief.

You would not be getting any rest.

Your brother was gone.

Between your fits over mourning over the past few days, your mind tore itself apart with questions. How does a young man in perfectly good health be so abruptly struck down by some sickness?

When your father had taken ill, you had a far easier time making sense of it. Your father, though he was not what you would have considered to be old, had lived a large part of his life. He’d gotten married, had children, and served your House, the Reach, and the realm dutifully. But your brother…

The maesters thought it was odd, but seeing as Derron had passed in his sleep, and that your brother was loved by most who knew him, they did not look into the nature of his death any further. You wished that they had, so that you could reassure yourself that nothing foul had been amiss, but you’d lost your chance. The silent sisters would have already begun to see to him by now.

Derron was but a young man, only a few years older than you. He had just inherited your father’s seat, and was robbed of the time he deserved to fully grow into the role and make it in his own right. He had no children. He wasn’t even wed.

You frowned even deeper.

The thought of Lady Cerelle, whom, despite the lack of an official betrothal, you knew cared for your brother so very deeply, disturbed you. How was she taking the news? … You dared to wonder if, had she been present, you might be able to offer comfort to each other in this difficult time.

…

Sometime later, there was a knock on the door.

Despite the fact that you would much rather be silent in the hopes that whoever it was would assume you were not there, you knew that it would be futile. Word about your brother’s passing had spread quickly throughout the Red Keep. If you were not seen out and about, it could only be assumed that you confined yourself to your chambers.

Princess Rhaenyra had visited you several times already, offering her kind words. Though you wanted to be alone, you had to admit that her presence offered you some peace. You were heartened that the woman you had been chosen to serve had become more of a companion to you than you would have ever dared to hope for.

The fact that it was most likely Princess Rhaenyra knocking on the door now encouraged you to call out, “Come in.”

The door to your chambers opened, and closed a moment later. The entrant was silent, but you heard their gentle footsteps upon the stone floor as they approached you from behind.

“Cousin.”

At this, you finally tore your eyes away from the city.

Lord Garrett looked down upon you with sympathy. He was donned in black doublet, and matching trousers. You weren’t sure if you took comfort in the knowledge that you were not alone in your grief, or if it was just a painful reminder of the loss that you both suffered.

Slowly, your cousin took a seat in the chair opposite of you. He looked upon you carefully for a few moments, before saying, “I apologize for not calling upon you sooner. I suspected you might have wanted some time alone.”

A correct assumption. Your focus had returned to the view of King’s Landing.

“I wanted to offer you my deepest condolences for the loss of Lord Derron,” Garrett continued, not dissuaded at all by your lack of response. “My cousin was a great man, and he will be deeply missed.”

Still, you said nothing.

“It is a small blessing that we are here, in King’s Landing, together. At the very least, perhaps we may take comfort in one another.”

At this, you turned your head and gave your cousin a blank look. After a moment, you let out a single, dry laugh.

Your cousin gave you a small smile, evidently relieved to have finally gotten some sort of response out of you.

Now that he had your attention, you inquired, “What brings you here, Cousin?”

Garrett’s smile faltered. “I would have called upon you sooner,” he repeated carefully, “but I wanted to give you a few days of reprieve.” He pursed his lips, clearly deciding how best to phrase his next words. “Though I wish to be delicate at this time, there is a pressing matter that I wanted to discuss with you.”

Ah, of course, you realized. “You are more than welcome to travel with myself and my husband back to Highgarden for my brother’s service, My Lord. The rest of your family may meet us there, if they wish. I shall be happy to see them.”

Garret’s lips twitched uncomfortably. “While that is a generous offer, and one I shall seriously consider, that is not the matter of which I speak.”

“Oh… Then what is it, Cousin?”

Guilt, pity, and a sense of resolve twisted upon Lord Garrett’s face, which resulted in a very conflicted expression. Your entire focus was upon him now, and you were greatly intrigued by whatever subject he had deemed pressing enough to visit you at this late hour of the night.

“I have requested an audience with King Viserys and the small council. I plan to petition them to declare myself as Derron’s legal heir. This would encompass my inheritance of the lordship’s titles, entitlement to Highgarden, and all of House Tyrell’s other holdings.”

…

Your mind went blank.

Your father had been Lord of Highgarden. You had just come around to processing and accepting the reality that your brother was Lord of Highgarden now… or, was. Having anyone else, no matter the individual, assume their place felt… wrong.

In the middle of grieving the loss of Derron, you had somehow overlooked the daunting question that his passing had left. Who was to inherit your family’s seat?

Your cousin was unbothered by your silence. In fact, he seemed to interpret it for his own purposes. “I hope you can forgive me for speaking of such a trivial matter at this time, but, as I said, I do believe this to be a pressing matter.”

You were too stunned to speak.

“I have seen how well married life treats you, My Lady,” Lord Garrett said then, his tone shifting from apologetic to persuasive. “I would not wish to burden you with the responsibilities that plagued your father and brother. If it is your desire, I shall take up lordship of Highgarden, as our grandsire once did, and spare you from any further distress. You and Ser Harwin shall be free to travel the realm as you please, without the weight of responsibility bearing down heavily upon you… Of course, I give you my word that you shall be well taken care of. Any allowances for you currently in existence shall not cease, and, should you require funding for anything else in your lifetime, you would need only to ask it of me.”

Still trying to make sense of anything and everything that Lord Garrett was alluding to, you pursed your lips.

“The meeting with the King and small council is in two days,” he informed you then. “Though you are welcome to attend, that will not be necessary. Your absence will be understood as support of my claim. I am sure everyone will understand your wish to mourn privately.”

Your brows furrowed as your mind began to race.

Lord Garrett took that as his having been dismissed. He rose from his seat, and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder as he passed. “I bid you a good night, Cousin. Fear not, these dark times shall pass.”

Once the door to your chambers closed behind him, you cursed.

The sound of birds chirping filled your ears.

The opening and closing of the chamber doors, followed by quickened footsteps, stirred you.

But it was the sound of your extremely concerned husband that completely woke you.

“Gods, Y/N!” he muttered, though it was loud enough for you to catch in the otherwise silent room.

You forced our eyes open, lifted up your head, and looked about your surroundings. But as you did so, you winced in pain. You very quickly realized that you had fallen asleep right there, still seated at the table in front of the balcony.

Harwin was at your side immediately. As he was still wearing his armor and gold cloak, you knew he had only just arrived back from his watch. Despite his evident tiredness, the concern in his eyes shone through, making you feel more guilty than you already did.

After rising from your seat with a small pained groan, Harwin offered you support immediately. His hands fell to your waist, and he slowly maneuvered you away from the table and chair.

As he gently guided you across the room, he asked, “Were seated there the whole night?” One of his hands rose, and he pressed it softly upon your forehead and cheeks. “Gods, you’re chilled!”

He was probably right. And though your guilt had begun to eat away at you, there was something more pressing. “We need to talk.”

Harwin, though he had always been courteous to you, had grown impatient, and he was forced to put his foot down. “Whatever it is, we can discuss it later, My Love. For now, you need to rest,” he insisted. His tone left little room for argument as he continued to lead you over towards your shared bed. Then he added, “Proper rest.”

You shook your head in protest, though allowed him to seat you upon the mattress nonetheless. “No, it cannot wait. It is about my cousin.”

“Lord Garrett?” After Harwin was satisfied that you were not going to move from your spot, he turned and walked over towards the fireplace. Once there, he added a few more logs to the dying fire. As he began to stir the flames, he asked, “What of him?”

“He wants the lordship.”

Harwin froze.

When he said nothing, you turned over your shoulder to look at him. He turned away from the fire and headed back over towards you slowly, looking as though he didn’t understand, or perhaps hadn’t quite heard, what you had said.

“Forgive me, My Love… What did you say?”

“He wants Highgarden, the titles, the coffers… everything. He is going to petition the King and the small council to be declared my brother’s legal heir.”

A mixed array of emotions flooded your husband’s face. Before you could think of your next words, several knocks sounded on the door.

You attempted to rise, but Harwin was already on the move. As he passed, he calmly gestured at you to stay put. “Rest.”

You did as he bid. Rest finally was beginning to sound like an appealing option. Now that you had confided to Harwin about the matter that had kept you awake most of the night, you could afford a few hours of sleep.

Harwin answered the door, opening it just far enough for you to catch a glimpse of who it was.

Lady Bethany Hightower, the Queen’s cousin, and also, one of her ladies in waiting.

“Forgive me for the early hour, My Lord.”

“What can I assist you with, Lady Bethany?”

“The Queen has requested an audience with Lady Y/N.”

Harwin hesitated. With one hand resting upon the door, he looked over his shoulder towards you. You weren’t sure what your expression conveyed- it could have been tiredness, distaste, or even fear.

Whatever it was, your husband interpreted it well enough. Harwin turned back to face the Queen’s cousin with purpose. “I’m afraid My Lady Wife is resting. As she has just lost her dear brother not but a few days past, I am sure the Queen can understand why her request must be denied at this time.”

“She understands, My Lord,” Lady Bethany claimed, “But she still insists upon an audience with Lady Y/N at once.”

You could see the muscles along your husband’s back and shoulders tense, despite the armor and cloak that covered them.

“Very well,” he said, through slightly gritted teeth. “I shall accompany her then.”

“The Queen wishes to speak with Lady Y/N alone,” Lady Bethany protested disapprovingly.

“And she shall,” Harwin promised haughtily. “The Queen may command me to leave a room in order for her to speak with my wife alone. But she shall not forbid me from waiting for her just outside the door, nor from walking her through the halls, for only Lady Y/N may command that of me.”

Once you knew that it was inevitable, you rose from the bed, and put on your best face to disguise your true fatigue. “Come now, Dearest,” you told Harwin sweetly, placing a light hand on his arm as you approached him. You gave Lady Bethany a stiff nod in greeting. You looked up at Harwin and stated airily, “We mustn't keep the Queen waiting.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! TO BE CONTINUED in Part 2, which is planned to be posted on Thursday 10/20.🖤🖤🖤

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hush-writes-preg · 2 years ago

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Spooky Season -Werewolf anon

After the trauma of birthing my litter of... pups... alone... two months ago, I spent hours hunting down my one night stand, needing answers. It wasn't as difficult as I expected, turns out he was looking for me, too. We meet behind the bar we met in, at his request. He asked about 'The kids' as soon as he saw me.. He knew?? How? His grin is unsettling, and he nods in approval when informed that he's the father of four healthy werepups, and I get the gut feeling that he must have actually planned to knock me up. I carefully broach the subject of support, and the fact that I have no idea how to raise kids, let alone babies that spend a weekend a month feisty and covered in fur. He agrees to support me and the babies financially as well as he can, but has no interest in the fatherhood part, on one condition: that I sleep with him at least once every six months, no condom, one to two days before the full moon.

Hello, Werewolf Anon! Are you the same anon who wrote about the one-night stand with a guy who's secretly a werewolf, who shockingly gave birth to 4-6 werewolf pups one night during a full moon? If not, that's totally cool, but I'm realizing now that I cannot find that particular post anywhere on the blog and I'm wondering if Tumblr ate it.

Sigh. Goddammit, Tumblr. Let me know if that's the case and I'll get it reposted.

Finding out that you've most likely been purposefully bred is one thing. Finding out that he's eager to keep doing it? That's gotta be something else entirely. He knows that you'll need his support to help raise all of those babies, and he's backed you into a corner-- you'll take his cock raw on a monthly basis, or you'll have to figure out how to make ends meet with four hungry mouths to feed.

But is it really that much of a hardship? You can't help but recall how incredible it felt when he fucked you, pounding you in ways that left you begging and screaming for more throughout that fateful night. One evening of incredible sex a month to leave you and your kids in relative financial comfort seems like a small price to pay. And while getting crammed full of seed once every 30 days might be playing a dangerous game of Russian roulette with your ovaries, you probably won't get pregnant again.

Right?

(A Spooky Season response.)

#hush answers #halloween pregnancy #werewolf breeding #monster breeding #hush writes preg

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saturnsorbits · 3 years ago

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hi! I wanted to request a nsfw soft dominant bakugo x chubby reader fic. Reader is very submissive and shy, with a breeding and praise kink. (I use she/her pronouns) Maybe also include bakugo loving her insecurities if you can? I’m very insecure about my tummy, stretch marks, cellulite, and thighs, so it would be very much appreciated <3 !!

I’m so happy to see your requests are open! I hope you are taking care of yourself! please drink plenty of water and take it easy! sending love and positive thoughts <3 !

Hi! Hi! I hope you're taking care of yourself too, Anon!

I loved this request. I wrote it so quick it's honestly a little pathetic.

Hope you enjoy it!

C'mere

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Chubby Reader, Soft Sex, Body Insecurities, Stretch Marks, Praise, Breeding, Bakugo is soft as fuck. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: On the days when your insecurities run deep, Bakugo will stop at nothing to set you straight.

'C'mere...' Bakugo says. 'Wanna feel you.'

You've barely managed to slip through the door of your bedroom before that familiar feeling of sickness begins to swirl in your stomach. Bakugo's splayed out on the bed, an elbow holding his upper half on an easy fourty-five as a lazy smile pulls at his lip. He's only wearing his boxers and the way the material clings, snuggles so closely to his skin makes you weak in more than one way. He pats the mattress in front of him.

You swallow before you speak. There's been a hole developing in your chest for a while now. Every so often, you create a monster out of yourself, pick and poke and prod and come out of the other end feeling, well, feeling like this. You've done what you can, wrapped yourself in too baggy clothes, a t-shirt of Bakugo's that hangs limp from your shoulders, a pair of his joggers too for good measure and to top it all off, you've wriggled into the biggest hoodie you could find. You're pretty sure it's one of Kirishima's old ones that he abandoned at your apartment months ago, but it does it's job and it does it well. The material swallows your frame, makes you feel shapeless and non-corporeal, masking all of the things that you've come to worry about over the course of the day. 'Aren't you tired?'

'Ha?' Curling his top lip, he makes a show of glancing over his shoulder at the small LED alarm clock on his bed-side table. The display reads: 6:30. He scoffs. 'Even I don't go to bed that ear -. Oh.' The deflection doesn't work. Bakugo's eyebrows furrow. 'You thinking too much again?'

'I -.' Caught red handed, you try not to pull at the edge of your hoodie, subconsciously trying to hide what you've already hidden.

'I said: C'mere.' His tone carries a little more weight now, a little more heft as he flattens his mouth into a line. The new divots on his face make him look older, more stern, but no less attractive as he beckons you closer with an outstretched hand. When you show no signs of moving, too rooted to the spot to shift even a centimetre, he moves for you. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he slides over to the edge of the bed and leans over, gently taking your hand from where you've stuffed it inside of your sleeve. 'Told ya, didn't I...' This time, when he speaks, his voice is soft. 'Any time you need reminding how pretty you are, you come straight to me.' He's not angry. He's never angry, not with you, but watching you sink into yourself like this has a heat he doesn't quite like prickling across the back of his neck.

'I just -.' You sigh, but let him take your hand and slip his fingers between yours. His thumb brushes against the back of your hand. 'It's one of those days.'

He nods, humming softly under his breath. Part of him knows he'll never understand exactly what creates this toxicity inside of your head, but he decided a long time ago that he'd do everything in his power to set you straight. One day, he'd promised you, one day – you'll see yourself exactly how he does... 'Let me make it better?'

You chew at your lip. There's sparks in your bloodstream, but that doesn't stop the hesitance. Clinging tighter to his hand, you try and force your shoulders to relax, try to stop the bubbling in your stomach that screams at you to step back, to cling to the bottom of your hoodie and pull it down, hold it there, hiding.

'Can I?' Slipping from the bed, he sets his feet against the cool, wooden floor and stands, pushing himself into your space. His thumb brushes across the back of your hand as he lifts his free hand to cup your cheek. 'Let me show you how beautiful you are, yeah?'

Maybe it's the look in his eyes, or the way he holds onto you like you're the most precious thing in the world, but his attention softens you enough to breathe out a soft: 'Okay...'

His mouth breaks into a smirk, the corners pulling up as he lets his hands drop to the worn hem of the hoodie. Pulling at it, he let's his eyes and a cocked eyebrow ask the question.

Nodding, you let him strip it from you, tossing it to the side where it folds itself into a messy heap. You're almost tempted to cross your arms, to fold in on yourself. Without the extra layer covering your body, you feel exposed in the worst way possible, but before you can even think about shielding yourself Bakugo's there, pressing further into your space.

'Focus on me, okay.' He breathes against your lips before slotting his mouth against yours. The kiss is slow, sloppy and lazily as his tongue slips inside to pin yours down. His hand wraps the back of your neck, holding you steady and keeping you close as you pulls back to breathe.

It's hard to think when he's just kissed you breathless, but the faint urge to hide still lingers, chewing away at the back of your mind as he begins to move back, taking you with him. He turns you when you reach the edge of the bed and pushes you down with a gentle push. Everything about him is gentle when you're like this. His hands and their rough calloused palms smooth across your skin. His eyes, usually narrowed and reactive are wide, pupils blown as he drinks greedily at the sight of you.

You've barely hit the mattress before he's looming over you. His arms bracket your shoulders, letting him stare down, already entranced as he steals another kiss.

Wriggling, you chase his lips when you pulls back. 'Katsuki...' You whine, neck already stretched, chin jutted out just enough to almost reach him.

'Let me see you...' He whispers, closing the inch between your faces. 'Let me see you and I'll give you everything.'

Slowly, your hands shimmy down between you and slip under the edge of your shirt. You only get the material half way up your body before he's helping. Determined hands take over and pull it up and off, leaving you bare beneath him.

He snickers when you flop back to the mattress, tits bouncing slightly as the foam cushions under you. 'No bra, ha?'

You clench your jaw, trying to shrug off the embarrassment. 'It's comfier without -.'

'Don't have to explain, Princess...' Reducing himself to his elbows, he supports his weight on one side as he uses the other hand to take hold of your chest. He kneads the fat in his hand, squeezing just so. 'Not to me. Not when you look like this – shit.'

A dry gasp is drawn from your throat as he dips his head to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks, soaking your skin and causing waves of heat to roll through your body. Instantly, you're arching into him, more moans bubbling on your tongue as he latches on and sucks.

'That's it, baby. Let me hear you...' He mumbles into your skin, but there's only a beat before he's moved on, paying your other breast the same attention he'd given the first. His tongue swirls around your nipple, tickling the puckered flesh with thick, clean swipes. Worshipping you is easy. It always has been for him. No slither of skin is left untouched, not as he begins to nip and nose at your flesh. Letting his tongue loll out of his mouth, he traces the thick, fracturing lines that map out the sides of your chest. Each stretch mark is kissed, every single purpling river, each pale scar is touched by his lips and caressed as he works you up, stoking the fire nestled inside of your stomach.

'Katsuki...' His name slips off of your tongue as you wriggle, trying to press your thighs together to save off the pressure building between your thighs. 'Katsuki, please...'

'Fuck...' Groaning, he buries his head between your tits.

The noise tickles your skin, makes you chuckle as your hands snakes into his hair, scratching at his scalp. 'Katsuki?'

'Fuck!' The word is encased in a moan that bullies its way out of his throat. He twists, digging his chin into your sternum to look up at you with carmine eyes. 'My name sounds so good when you say it, you know that?'

Licking your lips, you let a smile break your mouth. 'Katsuki...'

Another groan reverberates around his chest sending dull vibrations through your body and then, he's kissing you again and biting soft against the flesh of your neck. 'Never get enough of you...' He speaks to your skin, kissing and licking as he moves down, down, down.

You tense up again when he reaches your belly button. You'd tried not to, you did, but old habits die hard and you flinch, wincing when his lips leave your skin.

He looks up immediately, eyes zeroing on yours before he drops his lips to kiss the soft mound of your stomach. 'Beautiful...' He tells you.

A swarm of hawks hatch out in your chest, beating their wings against your ribs in rejoice. There's something about the sincerity in his voice, in the way that you know he doesn't say anything he doesn't believe, doesn't sugar coat or lie, that has you breathless again and on the verge of tears.

Another kiss is laid on your stomach, accompanied by the dull scratching of teeth. 'You're fucking beautiful...' He watches the ponds swell in your eyes and smiles, knowing his words have finally hit home. 'And all of this...' Squeezing at you, he shimmies to sit up and let's his hands palm at you absently. 'All of it's mine, isn't it, pretty girl?'

'All yours, Katsuki.'

'Good girl.' Sitting back on his haunches, he takes a second to admire you stretched out and waiting for him. Then, his hands are at the waist band of your sweats and pulling.

You lift your hips without having to be asked, already anxiously awaiting the feel of him. The noise in your head has tempered, replaced inside with the warm cooing of Bakugo's voice. For each 'I hate this part', a louder 'you're beautiful' rings out clear. Need settles under your skin making you reach for him, but he's quick to ease you back, pushing you down into the mattress.

'Nah-ah-ah.' He licks his lips. 'Let me.' Gently, he parts your thighs before slipping between them on his knees. His palms skate up the outside of your thighs, brushing over silken skin and gripping at the rounded sides of your hips. 'Wanna take my time tonight.'

Tossing your head back, you arch up as is hands wrap around you and squeeze. He kneads at the fat, letting his fingertips dig into the skin before sinking in. Following the lines that litter your stomach and hips, he groans openly as thin red lines burn in his wake. 'So soft...' He mutters before reaching your cunt. A thick thumb swipes through your folds. 'And always so fucking wet. Always so fucking wet...' He hisses, pulling his hand back to suck at the slick collected on his finger. 'Fuck.'

'Can't help it.' You wriggle, chewing harder at your lip. Bakugo's hands set your skin on fire, make you burn for him as he uses both of his thumbs now to part the lips of your cunt. You're exposed, laid bare to him and vulnerable and yet, with each passing second and Bakugo's undivided adoration you find yourself relaxing, giving in to the tension that swirls in the pit of your stomach.

Your words make him smile, the embarrassment in your expression making something clench in his chest. 'Can't help it?'

Shaking your head, you whine when you feel him begin to draw slow circles against your clit. You swallow a whine and buck. 'No... M'always... Always wet – always wet for you.'

'You keep talking like that and I'mma bust in my boxers, baby.' He snickers. 'This cunt's too pretty for you to be talking all sweet like that too... Shit.' Licking his lips he admires the fluttering of your hole. Slick clings to your skin, making you shine, but all that does is make him want to taste, to suck, to drink... 'Can I? Can I have a taste?'

The slow circles of his thumb on your clit stutter, pausing as you watch him steady his breath. He's transfix, drawn to the sight of you and helpless against your charm. It only makes you needier. Lifting your hips higher, you grind weakly against his hand. 'Please, Katsuki.... Please...'

'Okay, baby, okay...' He doesn't need any more encouragement. Setting himself on his stomach, he eats you like a man starved. His tongue delves into you, curls and prods making you moan and gasp. A rush of slick slips down his throat making his eyes roll skyward and he's forced to lift his own hips from the bed, even the subtle rub of his cock against the sheets doing too much as you moan for him. Coming up for air, he locks eyes with you before singing your praises. 'Taste so good.' He licks his lips for emphasis, moping up the mess you've made. 'So fucking good... And you where gonna hide all this away from me weren't you. Hide this pretty cunt from me, ha?'

He doesn't need you to respond, which is just as well as your throat all, but closes when you feel he return to the task at hand. Your chest heaves, the muscles in your back tightening, forcing you to arch and pushing you further onto his tongue as he fucks you. Even from a few minutes of foreplay, the coil in your stomach is already tight, already nearing a breaking point that you know will have you seeing stars.

Your cunt tightens around his tongue, squeezing at the muscle just as he reels back, a laugh on his lip. 'Not just yet, Princess... Not yet.' He's breathing heavy, chest heaving as he pushes himself back up onto his knees. His cock is straining in his boxers, stretching the material to create the most delicious outline. Reaching down, he slips slips a hand under his waistband and squeezes, hard, at the base of his cock while huffing out another laugh. 'Shit.' His free hand rakes through his hair, forcing blonde spikes back on his head.

Perching yourself up onto your elbows, you stare, wide-eyed at him. The implication of the hand currently suffocating his cock weighs heavy on your mind making your stomach flip and your cunt scream. 'Did you just almost... From...'

'Yeah...' He licks his lips and flicks up his eyebrows. Peeling his boxers down his legs, he hisses when his cock is exposed to cold air. 'Look.' He commands. His cock is thick and dripping, a pearl of pale pre-cum already sitting in the crease of it's head. The head is a flushed red, the shaft shining with the waxy slick that has already coated him. It makes the skin glow, emphasising the broad, purpling vein that bulges on it's underside, straining as he continues to grip the base, dampening it's blood supply. 'Look what you do to me...'

Your tongue peaks out from behind your lips at the sight as you're filled with need. A soft whine breaks from your chest as you stare, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

'Can I fuck you now, baby? Don't think...' He grips harder, popping a vein in his arm as he does. 'Don't think I'll last if I keep -.'

'Yes... Yes, fuck – please.' Finding your voice again, you beg. 'Want... N-need you inside. Please.'

Nodding, he yanks off his boxers and pushes forward again until he's back between your thighs. Once he's settled, eyes roaming over your exposed body again, he slips his hands underneath your knees and pushes, gently urging them back until he feels tension in the muscle.

Your eyes flicker down, but snap straight back up to stare at the ceiling when you catch sight of your stomach. Bent up into this shape, your stomach rolls, bunches together and spills over. It makes you bite your tongue, makes you swallow and wiggle slightly and then, Bakugo's hand is there and gripping your chin.

'Want you to watch, baby. Can you do that? Watch me split you open.' His grip tightens on your chin, angling you down again to look.

The air stills in your lungs when you catch sight of his cock. It bobs between his legs and presses to your folds, parting them around the shaft. Even just the rub, the gentle grind of his cock against your clit makes you keen and writhe, but you do as you're told. You look.

'Good girl. So good, aren't ya? So good for me.' Placing a leg on his shoulder, he uses his now free hand to line himself up. His eyes flash back up to you as he taps the head of his cock against your clit, smearing pre-cum across your cunt and then, he's biting, hard, at his lip and pushing in.

'Ah, fuck – Kat -.' His cock carves you out, stretching you out easily as you body gives, only too happy to let him in. You can feel him, pulsing, swelling, against your walls, pushing back against you as he feeds you inch after inch. The knock in your stomach is already frayed, your mind quickly reduced to cotton wool as you're allowed to think of nothing, but him.

'That's it, let me in, c'mon...' He's still chewing at his lip, his hand again on the back of your knee as he pushes you back into place, making sure your knees are locked to your chest by the time he's bottomed out. There's only a moment's pause, a second for him to get used to the tight, heat of your cunt wrapping around him, squeezing him before he's setting up a lazy pace.

The slide of his cock makes you mewl. Reaching for him, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and tug, urging him down over you. There's an explosion of pure lust in his eyes, something dark and hungry that is cast over his face like a shadow as he watches you slowly, slowly come undone on his cock. There's never been any doubt that Bakugo knows your body better than you do, but the way he angles up his hips instinctually, the way he pauses for a second with each thrust, forcing you to feel how deep he is, has you biting back a series of garbled moans that threaten to fill the room.

'Baby.' He coos through gritted teeth. 'Take me so well, like – fuck – like you where made for me, huh? Look so good when you're full of me.'

You clench around him, unable to stop the moan that slips from your throat. The thought of being full as you watch his cock thrust into you again and again has you're head filling with all kinds of ideas.

Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. 'You like that, ha?' He punctuates his sentence with a particularly hard thrust that has you bouncing further up on the bed, but then, he's leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours, that same look still echoing in his eyes as he forces you to look at him. 'Want me to fill you? Yeah. Want me to fill this little cunt until you're dripping... Make sure you feel me for weeks. You'd like that?'

'Y-yeah.' There's no point in hiding it. Your skin prickles, heating under his words as his whispers them in the air between your lips. It's so hideously intimate having him close like this, his eyes burrowing into yours as his cock stretches you, making your whole body flame. 'Want it, Katsuki. Want all of it.'

The soft pants that leak from your mouth fuel him. 'Fuck, bet you'd love it if I knocked you up, wouldn't ya? Let me fill you so much I give you a baby – breed you good.'

Your eyes roll back. He's still speaking, mumbling promises of breeding you, of having you full, dripping with him, but most of it fades to static. 'I -.' It starts with your cunt tightening, massaging his cock as your body begs for him, demanding to be filled – for him to make good on all the dirty promises he's whispering. 'Gonna -.' You try again, but the words die on your tongue.

'You're gonna look so good, so full, so fucking perfect – filled with my baby, my cum and my cock – huh? So fuckin'.' He chokes on his own tongue when you cum. The feeling of you pulsing, of your cunt fluttering as he gets to watch your face contort with pleasure almost has him dead to rites. He swears he sees Heaven in those few moments, watching as pure bliss is painted on your face. It's his end, as you catch his eye and come undone helpless and moaning and oh so fucking perfect.

'Cum -.' Your nails have hooked into his shoulders, dragging lines down the muscle of his back as you loose yourself. 'Cum for me, please... Wanna -.'

'Yeah. Yeah.' As soon as your cunt loosens enough for him to move properly again, he's chasing his own high with abandon. He doesn't move back though, doesn't put any distance in between you as he rails you, stomach and thighs already weak from how good your cunt feels. 'Gonna fill this pretty cunt, okay? Breed my pretty girl – breed you like you deserve. Fuckin' deserve it. Deserve it all.'

You hear him cum before you feel it. He groans into your mouth, forcing his lips to yours as he feeds you his moans, unable to resist the temptation of your lips for any longer. The kick of his cock is next. You can feel it, the gentle warm of him filling you as he cums and cums and cums.

He pulls back, finally, and huffs against your cheeks. 'Fuck... I – You're, you're fucking unbelievable.'

This time, it's you craning up to meet him. Your lips knead together softly, lazily in the aftermath of your orgasm as both of your bodies begin to relax.

Shifting, he lifts an hand and brushes his knuckles across the side of your cheek. He shakes his head. 'You – fuck – you're my fuckin' everything. You – you know that, right?'

'I know.'

'Say it.'

'Really?'

'Really. Say it.'

You roll your eyes, but comply. 'I'm your everything.'

'You missed a fuckin' there.' He kisses your cheek. 'But, I'll let you off.'

A giggle is loosed from your chest when he peppers your face with kisses, making sure to litter the expanse of your chest when he finally slips free of you. He retraces his steps, kisses against the marks you'd tried to hide, gropes idly at the pieces of you you'd attempted to cover, but this time, this time you don't move away. It might not be easy to always love yourself, but that doesn't matter. Not when you have Bakugo always so willing to remind you how.

'Fuck...' Rolling from over you, he wraps you up, holding you tightly to his chest. 'I'll clean us up in a minute, yeah – I just...' He huffs. 'I need a minute.'

You hum and reach behind you, threading tired fingers through his hair and itching at his scalp. Tiredness is already settling in your bones, but there's no trace of the toxicity that had rallied so strongly in your head hours before. Instead, all you feel is contentment. You shiver as the emotion settles in your stomach, coupled with the aftershocks of an orgasm you know you won't be forgetting any time soon.

'You cold? Want my shirt, baby?' He breathes on the back of your neck, his words forced out between soft pants that paint your skin.

You think for a moment and then turn in his arms, pressing your chest to his, for once glad to be naked, to be exposed and vulnerable. 'No...' You say. 'Wanna feel you.'

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winter-soldier-vibes · 4 years ago

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Reason to Come Back (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Reason to come back

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3574

Request: "can you do something where seb(or one of his characters)and reader used to date and one day he broke up with her and after a short time he comes up with a new girl(not cheating)and the reader thinks that she’s worthless and not beautiful or good enough and that’s why he broke up with her and tries to be better(you know what to do•_-) and silently suffering etc. and with a happy ending where they get back together"

Warnings: mentions of a breakup, angst, depression, very slight mentions of disordered eating and exercise (very slight, not like most of my other fics), general feelings of worthlessness, angst

Tags: @buckys2thicc @mardema @stucky-on-spiderman @abitgryffindorky @freigeistundanderes @barnesplums @thatfangirl42 @buckfics @babyboibucky

A/N: I AM SO SORRY TO THE ANON THAT REQUESTED THIS SO LONG AGO AND THAT IT TOOK SO LONG! I don’t even know if they’re still here, I feel so bad. I got an anon request for this fic and I did not know about the inbox for Tumblr accounts until just recently because I’m incompetent. There’s no excuse for me taking so long to write it, but I wanted to even though it’s been 9 months since they sent it. If you’re still here anon, thank you for sticking with me!

NEW NOTE 06/04/21: I rewrote this to be for Bucky as opposed to Sebastian. It is still mostly the same, just reworded in some places. This is meant to take place in reference to the timeline of tfatws and mentions moments from the show. I am referencing “the time he was gone” as the series episode 1-6. I don’t know how much time passed but I assume it was at least a few weeks if not longer (especially between episodes 5 and 6). That’s how I wrote it.

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It was a quiet night, you under some blankets on the couch watching a movie. There was an empty bowl aside from a few popcorn kernels on the coffee table in front of you, the movie more for background noise than entertainment. You were scrolling through your phone mindlessly, looking for a distraction that would keep you occupied.

Not that it was working too well. There wasn’t much that could distract you from the fact that you were alone.

9 months. You had dated for 9 months. Not that he had been around for much of it. He had been with Sam on an extended mission, and he had been gone for a few weeks. You didn’t know much about the mission, Bucky wasn’t allowed to tell you. For your safety. You understood. It was his job, you knew that, but it could be lonely most of the time. He would call or text you if he could, but he couldn’t compromise his location. You were always happy to hear from him, but it wasn’t the same as when he was around.

You knew this would happen, and you had accepted that. It was hard, but you could manage.

You hadn’t heard from him in a weeks, but you didn’t think much of it. He and Sam must have gotten closer to the answers they had been looking for. You could only hope that he was safe. it took a toll on you, worrying about him, but you had been so happy when he had said he was coming home. But when he walked through the door, he didn’t seem excited at all.

You had wrapped your arms around him, and he had hesitantly hugged you back gently. You had known something was wrong almost immediately, pulling back and trying to meet his eyes. “Babe? Are you okay?”

“We should talk,” he said, struggling to meet your eyes.

You pulled your eyes together with concern. “Yeah, yeah what’s wrong?”

“I, uh… I don’t know if this is gonna work out.”

You shook your head, surprised. “What do you mean? What happened?”

“I just don’t think you and I work with 1,000 miles between us.”

“What?” you said in disbelief. “You’re the one who has to leave and I told you that I’m okay with it, and I am. I never thought you’d be the one with the problem with it.”

“Y/n -”

“We can work this out, Buck. You said it yourself, you don’t normally go away for that long. I’m not going anywhere, I - ”

“I can’t ask you to stay, y/n,” he said, cutting you off. You shut your mouth and shook your head. “Where is this coming from, what happened?” you asked.

He cleared his throat. “I should go.”

“You don’t get to walk away from this like that!” you exclaimed, nearly yelling.

“And I don’t have the right to expect you to wait for months while I’m out trying to save people. I thought it’d be fine but I couldn’t stop thinking about you here, alone. There’s going to be more missions, more danger. They recreated the serum. Who knows what else they’ll be able to create? You shouldn’t have to deal with that.”

“You don’t get to make that choice for me! I told you I’m okay with it and I still am, Bucky! I know the risks!” you said, tears pricking your eyes.

He looked away. “You deserve much better than me. Someone who can be there for you.”

You walked up to him and cupped his face. “You’re all I could ever want Bucky. Distance be damned.”

He sighed and pulled you into a hug, squeezing you tightly for a moment. “I have to go y/n. I’m sorry.”

He let you go and turned around, not even looking back to say goodbye.

That had been a couple of weeks ago. You had been crushed at first, devastated. But you were still able to function in your day-to-day life. You had a few friends to hype you up or cry with you, whatever the day was. You were able to still get to work, try to move on. And it was getting better, but the nights were still hard. It wasn’t the same when you knew he wouldn’t be coming home.

During the day you could pretend like you were waiting for that night when he would be able to call you. But at night, it was dark and you didn’t have a person you wanted to call.

You weren’t bitter, in a way you understood. You had known how relationships could be ruined by distance and work. But being a super soldier wasn’t a typical line of work. You had been okay with it, but you hadn’t thought that it would’ve affected Bucky as much as it seemed to. You had been emotional at the time, but looking back on it you could understand where he was coming from. Relationships were two-sided - just because you felt okay didn’t guarantee he was.

You knew what he did was dangerous. You had accepted that there might not have always been a happy ending. Maybe he hadn’t.

But then one day you had walked into a bar, only to see Bucky flirting with another girl, laughing away..

That was all you needed to see.

You didn’t want to read too much into it, any kind of situation could be misread. But him laughing with a very attractive girl over drinks shortly after becoming single - you couldn’t help but wonder.

You tried to tell yourself that it didn’t matter, that you were reading everything wrong, but your heart still felt as though it was breaking.

She was gorgeous. Much more so than you, you had thought.

Was that why he left? Was he just wanting to get himself back out there? Had he met her and just needed to get rid of you?

You didn’t want to think that way, none of it was true. He wouldn’t do that, he was a good man. But still…

Maybe if you were different it would’ve been harder for him to leave.

Maybe you hadn’t given him a good enough reason to stay.

And maybe, if you were better, prettier, he would come back.

It started small - making more of an effort to go to the gym, not ordering takeaways every night, that sort of thing. Not that you had much of an appetite to begin with. But you didn’t realize when your days had become full of going from work to the gym, nor why you had freaked out so much when you had sprained an ankle and couldn’t do your normal workout.

You had decided to work your arms those next few days to supplement the cardio you had missed. You had kept this up until you woke up one morning struggling to turn over because you were so sore. You decided that that day, you could take a rest day.

A rest day turned into a rest week, and soon enough you were only leaving your house to go to work. And only because you needed money.

You had cut yourself off from most of your contacts, still replying every now and then so they wouldn’t be concerned. You didn’t go out with them or call them because you were worried they would see right through you. Better to stay home. Your bed would never judge you.

You had become familiar with the spots on the wall, the streaks from god knows what, the way that light would filter through your window as the sun ascended and descended the sky. Hours could pass and you could still be in the same position.

You had to keep up a front around everyone. Letting people know how much you were hurting was not an option for you. Then they would ask what was wrong and pull you aside and look at you with this concerned face that you couldn’t deal with. It was the one that everyone always gave when someone was having a bad day, the one people put on when they wanted you to think that they cared. Sometimes they did, but most of the time a person with any sense of morals would put that face on to make a person think that they cared. It’s the same way “How are you?” is more of a greeting than a genuine question.

There were people who cared, but you didn’t want to have that conversation. You didn’t even know what you were doing anymore. It was an honest thought of bettering yourself, but it was for the wrong reasons. Trying to be better for Bucky made you realize how much you missed him. How angry you really were at him. But you couldn’t take it out on him, he didn’t deserve that at all, he didn’t earn that. But you were angry at...something, and maybe it was yourself, at letting him walk out that door, of not calling him and leaving him messages. Maybe if you had fought for him he would’ve stayed. If you had said something when he distanced himself.

You felt like this was your fault. And maybe if you changed something about yourself, you would learn from your mistakes.

Not that you knew exactly what you had done or what isolating yourself would fix, or teach you for that matter.

At some point, you must have fallen asleep because your ringtone jolted you awake. You groaned, shutting your eyes again. You would let it go to voicemail, just like all of the others. If it was that important they would text you.

You let it ring, sighing when it had stopped. You readjusted in your bed, trying to fall back asleep. It was a Saturday morning, you had until Monday morning to sleep. You were going to make the most of it.

But then your phone began ringing again.

You opened your eyes again, picking up your phone to see who it was. You dropped the phone when you saw the name

Bucky Barnes

Why the fuck was he calling you? What could he possibly have to say to you?

You watched the phone ring through to voicemail, soon after seeing a voicemail was left. You didn’t bother listening to it, you didn’t need to. You simply rolled over in bed. If it were that important, he would have called sooner.

Bucky’s POV

As the call went to voicemail again, Bucky was confused. He had never known you to miss a call, ever. It wasn’t like you, he knew you would drop anything to take calls. You had said you hated people leaving voicemails because you hated them having to listen to your voicemail message. You had thought your voice had sounded weird. It was one of the little things he remembered about you that made him smile

And realize how royally he had fucked up.

Being away on a mission wasn’t anything new for him, but maintaining a serious relationship for him was. He had never met anyone like you, and he had missed you so much when he had left. He hadn’t felt anything like what he did when you smiled at him since the 40′s. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but all he could think about was how much he had missed you. And that made him think about how much you must have missed him.

He felt like he was holding you back in some way. He was used to being away in dangerous situations for periods of time but you weren’t. And no matter how much you had assured him that you were okay with the long-distance relationship, as the months went on he felt guilty for not being able to be there in the way that he wanted to.

In the way you deserved.

He broke up with you because he thought you deserved better than relying on phone calls and texts for months at a time. Someone who could be there all the time for you. Someone who you didn’t have to worry about getting shot when he left for a mission. Someone predictable and reliable. Something he couldn’t always do.

But God, did he miss you.

He regretted walking out that door. He regretted not giving you a better reason, for not calling you or texting you until now, weeks later. The more time went on, the more he felt it would be inappropriate to call you to apologize.

But he couldn’t take it anymore, so he dialed your number. And when it went to voicemail, he had gotten a little worried.

He knew he didn’t have much of a right or reason to be worried, but he had a gut feeling that something wasn’t right. So, he decided to reach out to one of your friends.

Hey, is y/n alright?

Why do you want to know?

Look, I know I messed up. I just wanted to apologize and give her the answer she deserves. But she’s not answering my calls.

She doesn’t do phone calls anymore.

What do you mean?

She won’t answer calls. She won’t even come out with us anymore. Something’s up but she denies it.

When did this start?

When do you think?

Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. This was his fault. And he had to go make it right.

Your POV

You were still in bed, wondering why Bucky had called you. It didn’t make sense to you, for him to call after all of this time. What could he possibly have to say to you? Did he want to inform you of a new girlfriend before the news caught wind of it? Did he want to come up with some dumb excuse to tell you he was sorry?

It made you scoff slightly, but the tug at your heart let you know that it wouldn’t be unwelcome.

You couldn’t deny it. As much as his leaving had hurt you, you missed him more than anything.

You wanted another chance with him, one that you weren’t sure you would get. And the thought of him coming back to you was comforting. Like maybe it wasn’t your fault. Or maybe you had done enough to win him back.

Wishful thinking.

You had lost track of time, once again, but were snapped out of your daze by knocking on your door.

What? Why would anyone be here?

You sighed. It was probably just some random person selling some random product or something.

More knocking. More insistent. You sighed, standing up and silently groaning at the soreness you felt in your body. Not necessarily from overuse, but more so from underuse. You stood you slowly, walking quietly over to your door.

More knocking.

You made it to the door and glanced through the peephole you had, eyes widening and a small gasp leaving your mouth.

Why the fuck was Bucky here?

More knocking.

You ran a hand down your face. Knowing him, he wouldn’t leave. But why did it go from calling straight to ‘I’m coming to your door’? As if he hadn’t been the one to leave you?

More knocking.

You swallowed dryly. “Why are you here?” you called out through the door.

Bucky let out a breath. “I just want to talk to you”

You shook your head on the other side of the door, wondering if you should let him speak. As if he wasn’t already living rent-free in your mind.

“Please y/n.”

You set your face hard, pulling the door open. At least you would get to say your piece to him.

“Now you wanna talk? Fine. Let’s talk.” you said, coldly.

Bucky was slightly taken aback, though he couldn’t blame you. He took in your appearance, exhaustion seeming to overtake you. Dark circles under your eyes, pale skin, you just - all life seemed to be drained from you. He scratched the back of his neck nervously before he asked quietly, “Can I come in?”

You stepped to the side, silently allowing him in, closing the door behind you. You crossed your arms over your chest and shrugged slightly. “What do you want Barnes?

“I’m sorry,” he said. You scoffed slightly, shaking your head and looking away. “Y/n look at me, please. I fucked up.”

“Well it took you long enough to figure that one out didn’t it?” you snapped, looking at him.

“Y/n please -”

“Tell me, when exactly did you figure out that maybe, just maybe, you should say you were sorry?”

“Y/n please - “

“Who was the girl? The one in the bar from a few days after we had broken up? The one you were hitting on over a couple of drinks?”

“The… what?”

“When did you feel the slightest bit of regret? When did you change your mind and decide that you didn’t want to leave?”

“I never wanted to leave you!” he exclaimed. “Can you please just listen to me?”

You looked at him, anger in your eyes but you closed your mouth. You gave him a look that said ‘I’m listening.’

He took a deep breath. “The woman at the bar was an old friend of Sam’s. He had introduced the two of us at one point. I was at a bar one night and and she came over to say hello and stayed for one drink. It’s nothing more than that.”

You took a breath. Situations could definitely be read wrong. You knew it had probably been nothing.

“When we first got together we had talked about me leaving for missions. Long-distance, unpredictable times, dangerous missions. A lot of people have a hard time keeping that going.”

“And I knew that and was okay with it.”

“Let me finish, please.” he pleaded. “I knew you knew the risks but I’m not sure I was as ready as I thought I was. I left and suddenly I couldn’t talk to you because I was worried for your safety. I couldn’t be there for you in all the ways I wanted to be. In all the ways you deserved. I just...you didn’t deserve that. You deserved so much more than that.”

You felt tears prick your eyes. “You already told me that. When you left. What’s really going on?”

He shook his head slightly. “ Sam’s sister had gotten a call with a threat towards her and her children. I couldn’t put you at risk. These people, they were super soldiers just like me. I had a few close calls with serious injuries. And I realized that if I got hurt I couldn’t protect you. I couldn’t let you get hurt and I couldn’t let you worry about whether or not I would come home alive. I thought… I thought it’d be less painful for both of us if we stopped seeing each other before that happened.”

You shook your head slightly. “Why couldn’t you tell me that?” you said, a little more softly.

“I don’t know”

You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to do a lot better than I don’t know.”

“I - “ He sighed slightly. “I was scared. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I was scared that I was going to lose you.”

“So you gave me up?” you asked.

“And made the biggest mistake of my entire life.”

You looked to the side and bit your lip slightly. “You know I thought it was my fault?” you turned your face back to Bucky’s confused one. “I thought I wasn’t good enough for you. That if I was enough you wouldn’t have left. Or if I was better you would’ve come back.”

He shook his head and started walking towards you to comfort you. “It was never your fault angel -”

You backed up slightly. “You don’t get to call me that. Not right now, not yet at least.”

He looked hurt slightly, but he nodded. After a few moments of silence, you scoffed slightly.

“You know, as much as I hate to admit it, I fell apart these past few weeks. Told myself that the only thing I wanted and needed was having you come back. And here you are and...I don’t know, Bucky.” you shrugged. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or think, you broke up with me because you were afraid of hurting me? I - “ you rubbed your eyes. “I just… I get it, but I just wish we could’ve had this conversation weeks ago, Buck.”

“Does this mean we’re done?” he asked timidly.

“I… I don’t know. I just…. I think i need a little bit of time. Please. Just some time to think.”

He nodded, though he looked slightly disappointed. “Yeah, of course.” you nodded, walking him over to the door, opening it. He turned around. “Is it okay to give you a hug, y/n?”

You thought about it for a moment before nodding, letting him wrap his arms around your waist as you looped them around his neck. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, tears forming in your eyes as you realized how much you missed this. How much you needed this. When he went to pull away, you held him a little more tightly before letting him go.

He smiled at you before turning to leave. “Take as much time as you need, y/n.”

You gave him the smallest of smiles back. “I’ll see you later Bucky.”

And with that, you closed the door behind you, not having a clue what any of this meant. This didn’t make it okay by any means, but maybe, just maybe, the two of you could start fresh. Together.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #40s bucky barnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns x you #bucky fanfic #bucky #angst #angst angst angst #part two coming soon

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lucywrites02 · 4 years ago

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The best medicine

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Anon: I want to send you a drabble idea to support you but I am having the hardest time coming up with a request! An idea that I like that I don’t see a lot of stories of is reader has a bad fever and Loki comforts with his cool skin. Hopefully you can kick this writers block!

A/N: Thank you for giving me this idea! You’re too kind nony :) Writing those drabbles really helps me with my lack of motivation.

I once wrote a story about sick reader. You can find it here

Pairing: Loki x Reader (gender neutral)

Loki’s pronouns: he/they

Word count: 659 (that’s actually a lot lol)

Warnings:none

Summary: You have a fever but there’s no better medicine than cuddles with a frost giant

Tag list: @twhiddlestonsstuff @dreamingyouth @xladyxfatex @castiels-majestic-wings @lokistan @amwolowicz @cozy-the-overlord @whatafuckingdumbass @electroma89 @dpaccione (If you’d like to be tagged in my stories just let me know in the comments or send me an ask)

Loki knocked at your door at 6 PM like he has been doing every Saturday for the last 6 months. It was supposed to be your movie night, but you texted him a few minutes ago that you weren’t feeling well. Loki considered you his friend and so they decided to help you with whatever was going on.

He knocked again but you were still nowhere to be seen. Remembering where you kept a spare key, the god finally managed to get inside. They called your name but there was no response. It was time to panic. But before the trickster could even begin their search for you, they noticed your sleeping figure covered in blankets on the couch.

He kneeled beside you and gently shook your body to wake you up. When your eyes fluttered open, you gasped and flinched.

“It’s just me,” Loki whispered. “Are you okay? You don’t usually take naps.”

“I’m not feeling good right now,” you explained and hugged the blanket closer to your body. You felt like dying. Your head felt like it was about to explode any second. Your body was too warm which made you sweat even worse than during your workout sessions with Natasha.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” Loki asked, concerned. They put your hair behind your ear and touched your forehead. “You are burning up, love.” his hands wandered to your cheek and caressed it softly with his thumb. You almost moaned when you felt his cold hands.

“Yeah, it’s just a fever.” you explained and nuzzled your face into Loki’s palm. “You’re so beautifully cold.” you mumbled. You didn’t see it, but Loki blushed like stupid at that statement.

“Do you think it could help?” the god asked, and you could feel their lips on your forehead. If your face hasn’t been hot before, it definitely was now.

“What do you mean?”

“I could help you cool down a bit,” he said, almost embarrassed. “I’m a frost giant, you know. Our bodies are naturally colder than Asgardians’ or Midgardians’.”

“I mean, if you don’t mind, we could-” you bit your lip and looked at Loki. “we could cuddle?”

Your friend smiled and motioned you to move and make more room for them on the couch. You held the blanket so he could get under it. Before he joined you, Loki went to the kitchen and brought you some water.

“I heard that Midgardians lose a lot of water when they’re sick.” the god stated as the two of you made yourselves more comfortable. You felt quite awkward and had no idea how to lay down without touching Loki too much, but they put their hands around you and laid your head on his shoulder. He caressed your face again and you couldn’t get enough of this sensation. But you needed more. Closing your eyes, you hugged Loki tighter, hoping to somehow find the source of his coolness and cling to that. The god figured out what you were trying to accomplish and decided to go out of their comfort zone this one time.

As he changed his form to Jotun his body became bigger and even colder than before.

“You’re gonna make an amazing cuddle buddy during the summer.” you whispered half awake. Loki chuckled and started playing with your hair. “And you’re blue,” you added. “a perfect icicle.”

“Is that all I am to you now?” your friend pretended to be hurt but you saw how hard he tried not to smile. “A mere icicle….. I used to be a prince, you know, a fearless warrior and the heir of the Asgardian throne.”

“Whatever you say Mr Ice Cube.”

“But seriously,” the god touched your forehead again. “Are you feeling any better?”

“I am, Loki.” you pulled away to have a better look at the trickster. “Thank you.” you said and kissed his cheek.

Loki always managed to make you feel better.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki x reader fluff #loki laufeyson #loki laufeyson fluff #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x reader fluff #loki odinson #loki odinson x reader #loki odinson imagine #loki of jotunheim #loki of asgard #loki imagine #jotun loki #jotun loki x reader #loki drabble #gender neutral reader #loki x gender neutral reader

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jilyesplz · 4 years ago

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My Fic List

A very wise anon suggested that I pin TLAT so...

Hi! I'm writing fic of Jules's beautiful classic James/Lily fic The Life and Times, which everyone in the fandom should read because it's a masterclass in dialogue, characterization, and romantic build-up, and her Lily and James are both so wonderful and so distinct and grow so much as people, and...guh. I could gush about Jules all day. Whether or not you read my stuff, please please read TLAT! But it is unfinished, and Jules said she was not writing it anymore, so...

Potter and Evans—This is my TLAT continuation fic! I wanna give Jily a first kiss, but won’t go much past that/through the prologue. I love constructive criticism, requests, anons, theories, anything about this fic because this is an act of catharsis for me and I want it to feel the same way for readers, so I want the characters/world to feel as true as possible to Jules's! WIP (2/3 chapters published)

Saving Seats and Sugar Quills—Slice of life of TLAT!Jily six days into their relationship. In which James is a git, and it is very high school but also...if I do say so myself...kinda hot. One-shot.

I also have a couple established-relationship TLAT!Jily drabbles here (Christmas Eve) and here (Christmas morning) and here (afterglow...utter nonsense) and here (post-Quidditch final). And my personal fav TLAT scene I’ve ever published is a “deleted scene” of James writing his letter to Keepdown here.

Also, I have done other stuff!

Professor(s) Potter—Jily Lives AU where both Lily and James teach at Hogwarts during Harry’s second year. 80% fluff and smut, 20% intense war angst (I swear I was just trying to write a sexy sitcom. James decided to make it angsty) WIP (2/~6)

Dear Tuney—This is my first attempt at smut, which I inexplicably wrote in 1st person. LOL. We all make mistakes. James and Lily try to get sexy at Petunia and Vernon's stuffy dinner party, but they keep getting bloody interrupted. WIP (3/4)

Ginger Bread Girl—Lily Evans is working for Petunia's bakery (and having a crap time) when James Potter walks in with a terrible pun and a twinkle in his eye that screams Mischief. Two-shot.

And from long, long, Long Ago:

Meeting the Potters—James has invited his girlfriend of six months home to meet the parents, but the more Lily thinks about it, the more this seems like the world's worst idea. One-shot.

Howlers and Nail Polish—This! Was my attempt at a Jily epic from many moons ago, and there are future scenes from it that I'm genuinely really, really excited about, but I can't say with confidence I'll ever pick it back up. Fair warning. WIP (6/many many)

Eclectic Like a Thunderstorm—James isn't exactly fluent in Muggle, but that doesn't mean he's not going to try. Jily fluff! One-shot.

For Surfing Purposes—"Right, right, right. I'm a surfing instructor. Obviously. Because why else would I be standing behind this counter? It's not like I'm some weirdo who just has a compulsive need to break every single rule I see," James muttered, eyes darting to a sign on the counter that read, "EMPLOYEES ONLY". One-shot.

#jily #my stuff #tlat

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minaofmayhem · 3 years ago

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IMAGINE #42- I’ll be there

Yeah I’m baaack ladies and gents with a new requests done! I’m so sorry anon for the delay and I really hope you’ll enjoy this little piece with Lincoln ! ❤️ It’s the first time I wrote about him so I hope that I managed to represent well this character I like very much. I’m working on the next requests so stay tuned if you want more. Thanks a lot for your support ❤️

Summary : As Maisie’s godmother, you think that this little girl deserve an happiest life. When you come back after a long trip, you discover that she had found a very true friend who puts a smile again on her lovely face

Pairing : Lincoln (What Maisie knew) x Reader

Warnings : serious subjects like sadness, divorce, alcohol and drugs abuses.

Tag list : @katerka88 ; @bonnieelizabethparker ; @ateliefloresdaprimavera ; @anangelwhodidntfall ; @fawnbrrry --> Let me know if you want to be add or removed 😊

A sense of relief came over you when the wheels of the plane finally touched down in New York. One more hour on that damn plane and you were going to go crazy. The plane settled down and one by one, the passengers took their personal belongings. Letting the most hurried ones go first, you took the opportunity to turn on your cell phone and check your calls. Your sister Susanna was supposed to pick you up, but since an hour, you have a bad feeling. It must be said that with her, it is very common...

You and Susanna were technically half sisters and you were ten years apart. Your mother had met Dan, your father, when Susanna was 8 years old. Two years later, you were born. You always got along well, despite the few years of difference, even when you both started your own lives. When she gave birth to her first daughter, she asked you to be her godmother and you gladly accepted this role. At age 30, Susanna realized her dream and became a rock singer. A brilliant idea that soon became a nightmare.

Success went to her head and she started going out clubbing, partying and drinking most of the time. To the great despair of her husband who was left alone to manage a 3 years old girl. Everyone thought that she would never do such things with the birth of little Maisie but everybody was wrong. Susanna did as she pleased and preferred to enjoy "her new life", as she started to say as an excuse...

When Maisie was 6 years old, Bread and Susanna divorced, further disrupting the little girl's life. To your dismay. Your job required you to travel frequently and you couldn't be there regularly to give any kind of support to the poor little Maisie. From the moment she was born, you had established a very special bond with her. When she was first put in your arms, you promised to take care of her and watch over her. When Maisie started to talk, she confided in you ; talking about her fears, her dreams, and you cursed yourself even more for not being there to brighten her day.

Six months ago, you were offered a golden opportunity in New York. You jumped at the chance to finally be with her more often. A chance to give her some happiness. And today, you were in the airport, phone to your ear, trying to reach Susanna. As you suspected, she wasn't there and she had forgotten about you... You sighed as you left the airport, ready to hail a cab.

"Hello sister! Yes, you forgot me at the airport" you exclaim, cutting Susanna off. She had hurriedly gotten up from the chair she was in, a bewildered expression on her face that showed she had only just remembered your visit.

"Oh (X/Y)...my dear little sister...I'm...I’m so sorry" she said in a dramatic voice as she came over to hug you.

"It's nothing, I'm used to it", you reply, hiding your frustration. At a glance, you notice the opened beer bottles, the glasses of alcohol lying in the middle of the table in the middle of ashtrays. You bite your cheek to keep from commenting. This was not the time, nor the moment. No need to make a scene here, in front of his producers and friends. They greeted you with a banal wave of the hand while continuing their discussions.

"I was so absorbed in recording my album that I lost all sense of time...", Susanna exclaimed, jumping up and down across the room like a ten years old little girl. She was not in her normal state or her condition had worsened since the last time..."Right guys?". Her friends laughed in agreement as they prepared the necessities to smoke a joint, like If it was the most normal thing in the world.

"It's not just this album that's made you lose track of time," you think inwardly as you watch the scene in front of you. It was so surreal that you felt like you were in a dream or rather a nightmare. Susanna settles back into the sofa, giggles loudly and waits impatiently for her friend to finish his preparations.

A quick glance at the wall clock and you realize you've only been here ten minutes. And that's long enough.

"Well, I'll leave you to your work. I'll go get settled in my apartment. By the way, Susanna, where is Maisie?". No one reacts and this reinforces your idea that it is high time to leave this place.

"Oh uh...”, she takes a look at the clock, “She’s at school. Until 3pm I suppose. You can pick her up if you want" she replies absently as she continues to follow the others' conversation. You sigh and move your head, telling yourself that coming back to New York had been the best decision of all.

"Auntie (X/Y)" shouts a little girl's voice in the schoolyard, despite the ambiant noise coming from all the children. From a distance, you see a small figure running and weaving in and out of the other children until she gets in front of you.

"My baby ! " you exclaim, stopping down to meet and take her in your arms. The little one literally throws herself into your arms, hugging you tightly. The sweet scent of her hair wafts up to your nostrils.

"I'm so happy to see you" she says with her cute little voice, after puling back, putting her little hands on your shoulder.

"I'm happy too...and guess what ? Auntie got a surprise for you". Maisie steps back slightly to face you, waiting to hear the surprise.

“You got a present for me”, she exclamais, as jumping up and down and clapping in her hands. You laugh at her naivety.

"I got one yes but I have a bigger and more interesting one. I'm going to live here for at least a few years now which means...that I can be with you all the time you want!". The blissful smile that breaks out on the little one's face was priceless.

"For real ? Pinkie swear ?"

"Pinkie swear”.

"Yippee" she screams as she leaves your arms to hop on the spot. "We'll be able to do whatever we want and go wherever we want."

"Anything you want sweetheart." You stand up, laughing at the enthusiasm but happy to know that you were going to bring some joy and happiness into this little girl's life. It revolted you to think of the harm your sister could inflict on her.

How could she do this? It must be said that her father was not better. Susanna often complained about his absences because he was travelling a lot and had recently gone on a trip with his new girlfriend who was fifteen years younger than him. You couldn't imagine what five-year-old Maisie must be feeling and it was breaking your heart.

"Lincoln !" Maisie's voice wakes you from your thoughts. The little girl walks over and throws herself against the legs of a man. He is rather thin, his blue t-shirt revealing a slender but worked body. His blond hair twirls in the wind as he leans in to put his long arms around Maisie's shoulders.

You frown, worried about this man coming over and especially about your niece's reaction. It’s always suspicious to see an unknown man walking around near schools. Even though he doesn't look threatening, you are wary.

Intrigued and determined to know what's going on, you walk forward and stop in front of them. Arms crossed and looking a bit threatening to impress this stranger. You want to make him understand that Maisie is not alone.

“Hum..”. The man raises his head and sees your face.

"Oh...Hum...I'm sorry. I'm Lincoln" He quickly offers you his hand, which you politely shake but you even if you know his name name, you still don't know why he is here.

“He’s with mommy ”, explains Maisie with his baby voice, looking up.

The man named Lincoln suddenly looks embarrassed and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah...Hum. I’m Susanna’s boyfriend”.

Susanna's boyfriend? But...he must have been your age ! She's probably 10 years older than him! That's all you needed now...to deal with the young lover... But apparently Maisie had taken a liking to him.

"You're Susanna's sister I think? I spotted you earlier at the studio”, he said, stroking little Maisie's hair while she was resting against his legs. You frown, searching in your memory. No, you're sure you didn't see him earlier at the studio - he wasn’t among the guys sat in the couch - but maybe he was in an other room.

"Yes. My name’s (X/Y). I'm also Maisie's godmother”. You quickly blame yourself for having give this information. Why did you need to add this after all ? Maybe because you were a little jealous of the way Maisie reacted to his presence.

"Oh...Right ! Maisie has told me a lot about you".

"Yes and you know what Lincoln ? She's going to be with us for a long time", the little girl adds quickly as she leans her head back to talk to him. He smiles fondly at her too.

"Oh really ? That's a good new !" he replies as he looks at you with a small smile. "I don't know if Maisie told you, but we had plans to go to the park after school."

It really put you on the spot. What to do? Even if Maisie got along with him, what was the proof that he was really trustworthy? Sure, he seemed nice, but that wasn't everything.

"Oh yes! Come with us auntie, please please please ! We'll have a great time." You had planned to take her out for ice cream and a movie but obviously that would be for another time...But you can’t resist to her puppy eyes. At least by going with them, you can keep an eye on Maisie.

"Okay but you have to be home by 7pm". The man named Lincoln smiles and seems just as delighted as Maisie...

It must be said that your fears quickly dispel. As soon as you arrived at the children's area in the park, Lincoln and Maisie rushed to the facilities for a game of hide and seek. Sitting on a bench out of the way, you couldn't help but watch them. You were impressed.

Lincoln was running and chasing Maisie like he was a five-year-old too. There was such a closeness between them that it was really touching. And a smile came over your face as you realized that finally Maisie had found someone who gave her joy and happiness when you could not be there. She was jumping, smiling and laughing.

The more time passed, the more you watched Lincoln. What could he possibly see in Susanna? She was busy, sometimes crazy and drunk half of the time. Lincoln was totally different. He didn't seem to be a party animal, he didn't seem to be an alcoholic or drug addict too. He didn't look like a rock star at all. The thought surprised you. Why would you think such a thing? Maybe because you were single, he was charming and you were probably a bit jealous of your sister.

After about 20 minutes of play, Lincoln leaves Maisie play with another little boy of her age. He walks over, trying to catch his breath before coming over to sit next to you.

"Sometimes she forgets I'm an adult" he says with a little laugh as he takes a seat and sips his soda. You smile at him and imitate him while taking a sip of your own coffee. He offered to buy you something to drink and bought Maisie an ice cream.

“She has a lot of energy but I think you already know that”. You smile at him and curiously, you saw that he had moved slightly closer to you, or was it an illusion? You could smell the fresh scent of his perfume.

“Yes, she still makes me run around but I love spending time with her”. He takes a pause before adding : “It hurts my heart to see her in the studio, sitting on the floor on a coffee table drawing and waiting for Susanna to finish working”.

You let out a little squeaky laugh while looking at her. She was playing alone in the grass now, picking flowers. She always had been a solitary child“I know this so well...Since her birth, Maisie has unfortunately not been a priority for her mother or her father. That’s why I decided to live here. I've already left her alone too long. I wish I could do more for her...”, your voice was full of regrets. Lincoln senses the hint of sadness and bitterness in your voice and to your surprise, he takes your hand, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“You already did a lot. You do everything you can when you are here and that’s very honorable. You mean a lot to her, you know. She always talked to me about you, about what you did, the places you visited together. She only has good memories with you”. Lincoln's words comfort you and warm your heart. This man was really too kind and caring to deserve Susanna. But on the other hand, he had taken care of Maisie when you weren't around. Fortunately, he had been there.

This little conversation ends when Maisie comes back with her hands full of little daisies. She offers them to you and you give her a big kiss on the cheek to thank her for her little attention.

“I’m going to pick some other for you”, she said very seriously to Lincoln before going back to the grass by hopping. You both laughs. She is incredible.

“So...You decide to move in here in New York ?”, he says as you are both still looking at her.

“Yeah. No travels anymore. I’m staying here for a long long time”. Lincoln smiles.

“I’d like to invite you and Maisie tomorrow night at the restaurant I’m working at. Well...I’m only a bartender and I’ll work but I promise, the food is delicious”.

“That’s sounds good to me. And I can already bet on Maisie's answer”.

“Me too”, he replies with a little laugh before waving at the little girl who came back once again, hands full of flowers. You smile for yourself. You can't believe you thought Lincoln was a dangerous guy. He was no devil but more an angel. Maisie’s angel. You are glad the little girl had him. You hope this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship...or maybe more? Who knows...

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