#i say it every time i need someone to cmere

[charlottesweetly]

Yeah heartbreak hurts but have you ever turned an obscure musical reference into something you echo almost every day and no one gets it

[sylveon-official]

thoughts on angel's heartbreak

viv has already said that angel is gonna get his heart broken sooo

i imagine husk pushes a boundary. we've already seen husk push angel's limits quite a few times. he's obviously really judgmental and i think that's one of his biggest flaws. it almost seems like a defense mechanism, that because he's already given up on himself, he doesn't want to waste angel's potential and so he's harder on him.

we've got tons of examples of this in masquerade, with husk calling him fake. and even in welcome to heaven when angel is considering taking drugs, husk totally plays a guilt trip - "go ahead if you wanna mess up all your progress, i just thought you were better than that"

i think that's how the 'heartbreak' is gonna happen. angel can't believe he's got a someone like husk in his life and he's so smitten, coming to terms with his feelings for husk and tentatively getting hopeful that they're reciprocated. like husk has built him up enough to the point that angel feels he can break down his walls around him, so they're getting closer, more flirtatious in a really sweet way, sometimes even a little touchy.

so imagine them being at this stage, where angel so fully trusts him, which is a big deal for him. and then angel fucks up real bad. he's been clean for almost 6 months and him and everyone else in the hotel are super proud. but after a hard day in the studio he just breaks and goes on an all night bender. like he's out so late husk starts to worry and texts him, but all he gets is a belligerent phone call like "huskYYY BAaaby don' worry i'm jus' out w the girls from the studio u should be here miss yoo-" and then some guy cuts in like "angelbaby, i thought you were gonna show me a good time?" and angel's like "mmm oh ya cmere daddy~" and the call cuts off.

husk is fuckin pissed, not just bc angel is off the wagon after making so much progress, but he's also jealous. like they were obviously heading in the direction of something more, or so he thought, but here's angel back to his old self-destructive habits, getting fucked up and fucking random guys.

the next day, husk finds angel passed out on the on the couch. usually he would wake him up with breakfast or coffee if he knew he'd had a long night at the studio, but this time he just rolls his eyes and gets to work on the bar, maybe stuffing glasses back into cabinets a little louder than usual.

that wakes angel up and he's like, "huuusk what the fuck couldya keep it down?"

"it's almost noon. don't you have something to do? or someone..." he mumbles the last part, but angel hears and is wide awake like, "fuckin' excuse me?"

"what? you don't remember callin' me last night? sounded like you scored a real charmer"

angel is stalking up to the bar getting embarrassed and defensive, "wtf? since when do you care who i'm fuckin' in my free time?"

"i guess since it obviously wasn't a choice you made entirely sober! what were you thinking?! you were clean 6 whole months, and you gave it up to what? snort coke off of some hunk's abs?!"

angel's mouth drops open and he doesn't know what to say but his heart stings. he knows he fucked up real bad, but it was a hard day and he guesses old habits die hard... it's his first real attempt at getting clean, and of course he's disappointed in himself. and honestly, he was planning on talking through it with husk, but now...

"well that is just rich coming from you," angel says, shaking, rolling his eyes in the direction of husk's bloody mary.

"yeah, well, i'm not the one trying to get into heaven-"

"fuck off with that shit husk! you don't think i know i fucked up?! i'm not an idiot! you don't gotta keep that line in your back pocket for every time i screw up! i already know it's fuckin' pointless, you don't need to keep reminding me, asshole, get over yourself!" and he starts storming off upstairs, eyes welling up.

husk does feel guilty, and wants to continue the conversation, but he's still firmly of the belief that if angel just pulls himself together, he's a shoo-in for redemption and it's frustrating to see him self-destruct after making more progress than ever before.

"angel, wait-"

"NO, fuck you husk!" angel turns around, tears streaming down his face, pointing an accusing finger. "i thought if anyone could understand, it'd be you! i know everyone else is gonna be disappointed in me, but you-" he pauses, gulps down his tears and steels his face, "i guess i don't know you as well as i thought i did" and then storms upstairs.

then angel would have a few consecutive weeks of totally self-destructive behavior on a whole new level than anyone else at the hotel had ever seen. maybe he even moves out of the hotel and back in with val, having given up not only on himself and his grand delusions of getting clean and redeemed, but also his "stupid school-girl crush" on husk.

this turned into something way longer than i intended lol, but my point is that since angel is gonna experience heartbreak we know it has to involve husk, and with husk's habit of guilt-tripping angel... i think it will need to blow up at some point and be seriously discussed.

i also think we need to see the 'it gets worse before it gets better' side of recovery bc obviously it's unrealistic that now that angel is a serious resident of the hotel, his addictions are just gonna magically disappear. and i think that's gonna cause some misunderstanding and turmoil with not only husk, but also our main cast.

[piratefalls]

“You are", he says, "the absolute worst idea I've ever had.” - me @ ao3 after watching the movie and thinking "there's probably fic for this."

i like lists. i've lost sleep reading fic like it's gonna disappear the second i look away. i'm making my problem yours. i'm sure a lot of these won't be new to people since they pre-date the movie and it's far from comprehensive but. i'm late to this party. i also can't make gifs, so enjoy the basic canva header.

(baby) don't make me spell it out by extasiswings

One night near the end of first semester 1L finals, just a few weeks before the two-year anniversary of their first kiss, Alex finds himself looking up from his desk with its messy piles of color-coded notes and tabbed textbooks to see Henry asleep on the couch, clearly having dozed off waiting for him to come to bed, and unbidden he thinks, God, I’m going to marry this man. It startles him, the spike of adrenaline that floods through him waking him up and bringing the parts of his brain turning over concepts like proximate cause and strict liability to a standstill as he stares at Henry. I want to marry this man.

God Save the Blessed American President Mom by zipadeea

["June stopped by at lunch; she showed me a delightful channel called Hallmark, which repeats the same story every hour after they swap one round of white, straight, small-town conventionally beautiful actors for another. It was entertaining.” “June and I used to play a drinking game with those. Take a shot every time someone goes ice skating, sledding, or leaves the big city for their tiny hometown.” “Good lord, you must’ve been sloshed in the first ten minutes.”] -- On December 4, 2021, an attempt is made on President Ellen Claremont's life. Alex gets shot instead.

Familiar Gravity by cmere

“Yeah,” Alex breathes, and he pulls back to look Henry in the eyes. “I’ve been fantasizing about you fucking me in this chair for, like, weeks. Every time you sit down here with your stupid book.”   Henry likes it when Alex speaks Spanish and Alex has a request.

Am I the Asshole? by everwitch

AITA for spending Valentine’s Day with my roommate instead of my boyfriend? It’s well past midnight on a Saturday and hardly the first time Alex has scrolled aimlessly on his phone instead of trying to sleep, but it’s definitely the first goddamn time Alex has discovered his roommate has made a lengthy post about last night’s curry debacle to r/AmItheAsshole — a post that’s apparently gone fucking viral. -- In which Alex and Henry are college roommates, and a few thousand strangers think they should fuck.

Everybody needs good neighbours by railmedaddy

To nora(9.37pm): So a funny thing happened My hot neighbour brought me the mcflurry i ordered and we fucked From nora (9.38pm): WHAT DETAILS NOW Which neighbour? Wait, you only have one hot neighbour. Alex, did you fuck a guy?!?!?! ALEX Or Alex meets a hot new neighbour. Shenanigans ensue.

A Picture on Your Corkboard by bleedingballroomfloor

It happens on a random morning in May when Alex, age fourteen, pads into the kitchen to greet his mother and steal a waffle from June's plate and sees a man sitting at their breakfast counter, reading a newspaper, a cup of coffee raised to his lips. Like he belongs. Like it's the most natural thing in the world. June doesn't seem to give the man a second thought. She merely flicks Alex on the forehead and takes back the waffle. Ellen isn't worrying, either. In fact, she's talking to him. Asking what his schedule is like. Making plans for dinner. Alex has never seen this man before in his life.

this is the worthwhile fight by dearhappy

It's not that Henry's scared of their future, he's never been more sure of anything in his life. The thing is they're still trying to figure out how that future is going to look. And he worries about how it'll affect Alex's career in politics.

Déjame Ver Cómo Es Que Floreces by 14carrotgold

Oscar gets in close and bluntly asks, “Earlier. In the bathroom. Did you do it?” Alex scoffs, “No. Don't be a perv. Why would you wanna know that anyway?” Oscar rolls his eyes. “Mind out of the gutter, chamaco. Did you propose?” Ah.  - Henry is introduced to the extended Diaz side of the family at their matriarch's birthday. Shenanigans (and romance and feelings) ensue.

Please Don't Let Me Be So Understood by chamel

“I’m glad you both see it that way,” Dr. Chen says. Then she closes her notebook and folds her hands on top of it. “I think I’m starting to get a sense of where the issues lie. The good news is that you’re both here, and you’re both willing to work on this relationship. That’s promising. Not all of the couples I see are even at that point.” “Sorry, what?” Henry says, voicing Alex’s stuttering thoughts as well. (After one too many fights at work, Henry and Alex are assigned mandatory reconciliation therapy by their boss. Except the therapist thinks they're there for couples therapy... and surely, a bet on who will break first makes more sense than actually correcting her, right?)

Such a Burden, This Flame on My Chest by allmylovesatonce

Alex Claremont-Diaz is relocating back to Austin to join his dad's firehouse. His days as a firefighter in Washington D.C. ended badly, but no one knows that, or knows why. And he plans to keep that close to his chest. He has to shove it back down if he wants to seem like a normal person, if he wants to do the job, if he wants to get along with his new crew, and most of all, if he wants to get to know the hot British firefighter on the squad. No one can know what really happened.

thinking (about last night) by rhosyn_du

“I hope you know that I am literally never going to stop reminding you that you said that. I’m going to, like, take out an ad in the student paper. Maybe hire a skywriter or something. I am definitely telling Pez." "I hate you," Henry tells him. "Lies," Alex says, still laughing. "You know you love me." Henry lets out a heavy sigh. "Well," he says softly, "that's rather the problem, isn't it?" “What, you think we’d be better off if we still hated each other?” “I think," Henry says slowly, "I’d be better off if I could figure out how to stop being so stupidly in love with you.” It takes a few seconds for the words to really register, as distracted as Alex is by the heat of Henry’s breath and wondering how much it would cost to actually hire a skywriter. Once they do, it takes a full minute before Alex can move. Can breathe. Can think. Finally, he forces out a whispered, “What?” When that gets no response, he tries again. This time, his voice actually cooperates. “Wait, what?” The only response he gets is a soft snore and Alex realizes that Henry, the utter fucking asshole, has passed out on his shoulder.

you're the reason i let myself fall by perfect-porcelain (tedddylupin)

Alex doesn't quite know what to expect when he walks into a room with a glowing screen separating him from the person in the other pod. The entire experience makes him skeptical. How can you fall in love with someone you've never met? Or: Love is Blind AU

Sharper Head, Wilder Heart by Dawg1515

"This could work out,” Henry offers. “It could,” Alex replies. “That’s good, then. Someone’s going to have to walk me through the brilliance of Empire Strikes Back, after all.” “Sweetheart, if we’re legitimately dating now, I’m forcing you to watch every movie that has Harrison Ford in it.” “Duly noted.” Or: When the Queen decides it’s time for Henry to settle down with a woman, she arranges a courtship between him and Alex Claremont-Diaz, closeted political powerhouse. Alex secretly tells Henry he’s trans, and Henry tells Alex that he’s gay. To say they become an amazing couple would be an understatement—but nothing is ever that easy for a prince and a president’s son.

every version of you (i love) by coffeecatsme

“So,” the voice narrates as the man squishes the dog’s cheeks and laughs at himself. “There’s this guy that lives next to me with the cutest beagle in the world and this little guy climbs to the fence every day to drop his toys off at, like, 5:30 on the dot, I’m not kidding.” The camera shows the man boop the dog’s nose and press a little kiss to his forehead. There’s a ball in his hands that he hands to the dog, but it slips from his mouth all over again, making the man reach down to grab it. He glares at the dog, but even then he’s still smiling. “And this guy always walks by and picks up the stuff and it’s the cutest fucking thing ever you have no idea.” The camera zooms in farther into the man’s smile, genuine and wild, as he pushes his wild curls away from his face. His eyes flicker up when another figure walks into the frame, his blonde hair falling over his forehead in waves. The man’s smile, impossibly, widens. “Oh. I’m also pretty sure he has a crush on my neighbor.” Or, 5 times David greets Alex with something that belongs to Henry, and 1 time he greets Alex with something that belongs to both of them.

The Duke Who Loved Me by annesbonny, Inareskai, schmulte

This Author knows as well as anyone how much you, gentle readers, enjoy a scandal and a love story. And what could bring more delight that two young gentlemen who bring both of those wherever they go? Join the Duke of Mountchristen and the, untitled, Mr Claremont-Diaz as they attempt to find a Love Match amongst the gossip of the ton.

The Edge of Glory by politics_and_prose

Subject: CD-10 To: Alex Claremont-Diaz (acd@cdlaw.com) From: Natasha Wallace (nwallace@txdems.com) Alex - You know how you jokingly told me to let you know when Mayfield was vulnerable and/or not seeking re-election? Tash

lying in the low light by smc_27

The thing about having a one night stand with the guy your sister is close friends with and gatekept from you is that it becomes really fucking important that she never knows. Or, Alex and Henry have a one year stand. Or, Alex and Henry are in a relationship, only they’re the only ones who don’t know it.

what we might do (if we stop keeping a secret) by indomitablelove

'This isn't how I wanted to tell people. I thought we'd get the chance to do it right.' - Red, White and Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston, p.327 --- or, in another world, Alex and Henry get to do it right.

Who Could Love You The Same as I by MariaDmitrievnaLikesSundays

Inside was exactly what Alex had found himself dreaming about ever since that night at Kensington. The kind of dreams that he forced himself to forget once he woke up, but dreams all the same. A gold band, simple and smooth, with a single square diamond embedded on top. It was small, modest, exactly to Alex’s taste. ”Holy shit,” he said again. “Holy shit.” That was a ring. That was, unmistakably, an engagement ring. Hidden in his boyfriend’s coat. And he had just found it.

—— Or, Alex finds the engagement ring that Henry had hidden, and does exactly what you’d expect him to.

As the World Falls Down by 3bowtruckles

So while we all knew that the 2020 written in the book would be glorious fiction, we didn’t realize that reality would throw us something to take 2020 even further away from the book’s events. This story is where I attempt to merge our 2020 reality and the fiction of RWRB, using research (a LOT of research) to try to figure out what the trajectory of reality might have been. The story starts picking up the timeline after their late-February trip to Paris. After that, it's strictly AU, but I try to keep a lot of the intents of the events in the book (for instance, Alex's trip to confront Henry in Britain after the lake) while still making them fit the narrative I've created.

We'll Change the World Yet to our Dessire [sic] by cresswells

Alex and Henry are engaged and ready to share their announcement with the world, but after the media circus surrounding their forced outing Queen Mary wants them to do things properly this time. To Alex’s surprise, ‘properly’ apparently means taking a Royal Tour around Europe as an official couple. Ten days, five countries and lots of unnecessary wardrobe changes. What could possibly go wrong?

where clouds look like mountains by weather_stained

Four months after the election, while still learning to navigate the complexities of being in a public relationship, Alex finally has the chance to show Henry around Austin.

We'll Invite Something In by smc_27

Alex is grinning a little too hard.  This is absolutely idiotic and pointless and fun.  The cover of Hello UK with a photo of him pulled out and a photo of His Royal Highness Prince Henry Fox-Mountchristen whatever the hell the rest of his names are (Alex knows; he being a dick) with the admittedly stupid but flattering headline which reads: His Royal Highness: He’s just like us and crushes on Pres ACD.

Henry's Cold, Empty Tower by DracoWillHearAboutThis

“I want you,” Henry said, slowly but clearly, “to leave.” When Alex storms Kensington Palace, Henry sends him away. Then, their relationship gets leaked, and it's Henry's turn to fight for Alex.

behind the diamond-shaped glass by Celaestis

Five times Alex and Henry used tea and biscuits to communicate, and one time they don't need to.

The Byline by rosetintednerdglasses

Press Secretary Alex Claremont-Diaz serves at the pleasure of the President, and he does it excellently until a new White House correspondent darkens his press room: Henry Fox, The Guardian.

we've been here forever (here's the frozen proof) by r_holland

Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep. Warmest regards, ACD *** It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.

words on the tip of your tongue (but please don't say them) by viciouslyqueer

So close. He was so close to saying those words that have lived inside him for so long, and now it's gone, a moment that slipped right between his fingertips before he could grasp it. Now he’s floating in the middle of the lake alone, the ghost of Henry’s touch still lingering on his skin and an unknown, heartbreaking feeling in his chest. — Or: canon-divergence where Henry doesn't leave the lake house.

The Grand Tour by lucky (revolutionbarbie)

When Henry returned from an audience with Queen Mary looking stony faced and grim, Alex had immediately feared the worst. She had requested to see Henry – and Henry alone – the moment their plane had landed at Heathrow on a visit to Pez’s new shelter in London.  Alex had suggested that they go to see her together just to spite the old hag, but Henry wanted to keep the peace. Since moving to Brooklyn, they had entered into an uncomfortable détente with Queen Mary and Henry was loathe to be the one to break it.  “She wants us to go to Australia. It would be an unofficial Royal Tour, of sorts, with stops in several cities and a short visit to New Zealand. Three and a half weeks in total.”  “She wants to send us on an all-expenses paid Australian getaway? Count me in.”

come and get me by rizcriz

The email arrives 8 days after Henry left the lake house. He contemplates deleting it without reading, but it sits in his Alex inbox, where there are over seventy emails favourited, and somehow it feels wrong and weirdly impersonal. As if leaving without a note were any different. He stares at the from line with an aching longing that seeps into his veins. It settles on his heart like a tangible thing; something warranted and cruel that casts shackles around the aorta and locks them tight so that he might never love again. -- or, alex sends an email instead of flying to KP.

Never Did Run Smooth by clottedcreamfudge

"You and me? Best friends. Stellar. Love that for us. But we could absolutely fake being in love. Dating. Whatever. I know literally everything about you—" (No you don't, Henry thinks firmly) "—and you know everything about me. We would absolutely fucking annihilate the other contestants.” "You're too drunk to apply," Henry points out, like he himself isn't about as wasted as it's possible for him to be without curling up and going immediately to sleep. "I doubt you could spell your own name right on the application. Or mine." Alex grins and pulls something up on his phone; it looks like it takes him a few tries. "Wanna fucking bet?" *** Or: Henry's life is a comedy of errors; a patchwork of oopsie-daisies; a quilt stitched together with hauntingly terrible mistakes. And at the centre of it all is his best friend, Alex Claremont-Diaz; director of said comedy, threading together his oopsie-daisies into a flower crown, rolling around in the quilt of his own making, and this analogy is going to shit because Henry's so in love with him he wants to die.

idk I'll do a part two if anyone wants.

[shurisbathwater]

𝖥𝖤𝖤𝖫 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖨 . ☆

❝ 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗂. ❞

Toxic!shuri x black fem! Reader

W a r n i n g s

smut

X t r a s

Filler again as I work on sum

T a g s :

@letitias-fav

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 called Shuri for the millionth time, just for no answer back. You knew she was seeing it all as she declined most of them. After you guys made up last time, she would only come home when once every two weeks or so. It was draining for you, but you also knew that she was getting her pleasure somewhere else though she claimed she ended it. You just missed your lover.

You knew that Shuri can be a compulsive liar even when she was in the wrong. You looked at the lunch you got for her sitting on the kitchen island. You pick it up and grab your car keys. You unlock your door and head to the parking garage.

"Griot, text shuri please." You commanded the ai. "Of course y/n." The robot replied.

You

I picked up some lunch, im otw

Shuri

No need

I'm not hungry

You

I'm already on the way

Shuri

Then turn around tf?

I dont need any distractions rn.

Yeah, she was definitely hiding something. What's going on? Instead of turning around, you continue to drive to the laboratory.

You turned up there in less than ten minutes. You open the car and ask Griot to lock it. It does what its told and you enter the big area.

You took the escalator up to her lab and walked up to the big glass doors. You open the door and look around for Shuri.

There she was, Shuri was at her desk probably writing a formula and something. "Hey." You take a seat at the other side of the desk.

She looks up from her paper and gives you a dirty look. "What did I tell you about coming at unwanted times?" She rolls her eyes as she said it. "I know but..I just missed you." You pouted. She sighs and her opens her mouth to reply- but before she could say anything her phone started ringing.

The contact name was 'Lab partner' . Shuri doesn't have a lab partner, she always likes to work independently. "You never told me about a lab partner?" You furrow your brows. "Dont worry about it." She says as she flips the phone over to its backside. "Pick up the phone? If its your lab partner." You look her dead in the eye.

"Pick up the phone shuri."

She looked away, irritated. "I said don't worry about it." She replies. "I'll be home early." She says , trying to change the subject .

"Mmh." You mumble as you get up from her seat. You leave the lunch on the table and make your way out of here.

Somethings up.

And you need to figure out what it is.

ᘛ ᘚ

-𝐘𝐎𝐔 watched your phone that was charging on the night stand, contemplating if you should just call or maybe she was being truthful. It was about to go to midnight, and yet you were up waiting for her. You put your hands in your lap for a second, until you realised you couldn't have self control this one time.

You called again.

And again.

You sigh out of frustration as you call one more time. Third times a charm, right? True- because she answered this time. "I thought you were coming home early." You speak into the phone.

"I am. Gimme like an hour." She grunts. "I cant take it baby." Someone moaned in the background. Your eyes widen as you decline the call out of shock and blink back tears. Here she was, lying to you again and again. But the funny thing is that she knows you'll come back every single time. You called Your friend Riri and she answered in less than a second.

"Do you mind if I come over, Riri?" Your voice cracks.

"Are you okay love? Of course you can come."

You get up from your bed and rushed out of your bedroom. You grabbed your car keys and headed out again.

Once you reached Riri's apartment, you knocked on the door softly. She answers the door quickly. You bite your lip as she looks at you with sad eyes. "Cmere." She puts her arm around you and walks you to the living room.

"And then she..she told me it was over and I actually believed her. I cant believe id let myself be so gullible, Riri." Your voice trembled. You put your head on her shoulder and she wraps her arm around you.

To be honest, you and Riri had a friends with benefits situation. You both wanted eachother but she respected you and Shuris relationship.

She looks at you with sad eyes.

"I'm going to do something i regret, but I dont care." Her brown eyes darken.

ᘛ ᘚ

"Shit, Riri." You breathed out as she gave you sloppy kisses on your jaw, all the way down to your collarbone. She opened your legs and started to rub the spot between your legs. You gasped out of pleasure."Please, Riri." You moaned. Suddenly your phone started to vibrate, and to your surprise it was Shuri.

"Answer." She commands as you grab your phone and answer.

"Where are you?" She asked. "I'm.." you bite your tongue to stiffle your moans. "What?" Riri starts to slip off your sweat pants slowly.

"I'll be home soon." You managed to get the sentence out.

A/n: ntm on the smut ik its ....Chile anyway hope u enjoyed!

[tinyletterz]

♡ "just friends"— [ vice housewardens + ortho ]

: friends to lovers trope with the vice housewardens and ortho :

♡— contains: gn! reader, fluff!!

— [ note: this one turned out to be longer than my other ones but i really like how it came out hehe. ortho's part is completely platonic!! idia and i should trade younger brothers ortho cmere ]

trey: childhood friends to lovers

it was always a comforting feeling for trey to know that you would be by his side, thick and thin. it was nice to have someone he could talk comfortably with, no matter the situation, and always walk away knowing his time wasn't wasted. the other students of heartslabyul would sometimes tease trey that you and him act like a sweet married couple.

conversations came so naturally, there wasn't a need to wonder about what to really say next. you both shared memories of when you were younger and the stupid things you did as kids. occasionally riddle and che'nya were in those fond memories. there wasn't much that could ruin the friendship you had going on.

so confessing came quite naturally. one day, you were helping try in the kitchen. he was instructing you on how to correctly fold the ingredients together when you said, i think i like you trey. more than friends, y'know? sure, there were those little feelings of dread, but if he didn't return your feelings then it would be another silly memory. instead, trey laughed in response and offered you a kiss on the forehead. ah, what a fond moment the two of you can add to your memories.

ruggie: friends to lovers with mutual pinning

you held a special place in ruggie's heart. playful bantering when he tried to steal your food, to serious conversations about plans after school. he enjoyed your company, and you his, but there was that unspoken thought that swirled in both of your minds. the thought that ruggie liked you and you him. the simple gestures that caused butterflies to flutter within you, or how your compliments brought forth shynnes to his face. and jack, or poor jack, was caught in the middle of it.

he would hear ruggie complain to himself that he hates the feeling he get every time he sees you, or how you confide to jack that you think ruggie isn't interested in you. it was obvious to all the bystanders that you two were helplessly in love, yet none of you had confessed. he understood what was going on, and he knows that deep inside both of you are nervous about confessing, but one of you had to try!

it finally happened when you convinced yourself to confess — better to get those feelings off your chest. that just so happened to be the day ruggie decided to confess. it was awkward because both of you started speaking at the same time, then paused to let the other speak, yet the pattern continued for a few more moments. finally, you confessed first, laughing it off and ignoring the nervous feeling your gut was making you feel. soon, ruggie followed suit and confessed his feelings. the entire conversation erupted to a fit of laughs, as both of you realized the same thing was said. from that day forward it was official, and jack couldn't help but feel a bit proud as he was you two together

jade: friends to lovers but you guys are fake dating

it started off with playful banter from your friends about you not dating. so you decided to go to jade for help — he seemed to know what he was doing most of the time. you explained the predicament you were in, and he proposed the idea of fake dating. a ghost of a smile danced on his lips as you debated this option; eventually you agreed. you just had no idea what you had gotten yourself into.

at first it's going to take a bit to get used to. one minute you'll be talking with your friends and then he'll wrap his arm around your shoulders, using pet names in public, showing small signs of affection like playing with your fingers. he adores teasing you before your friends, giving them the impression that you and jade had been dating for a while. some days he would pinch your face and upon seeing the embarrassed look on your face he said, isn't this what the couples do? he was such a tease, but your friends seem to be believing the fabricated lie placed in front of them.

then the gestures started to mean something. they didn't seem empty, like you and jade were trying to convince your friends. sometimes you would catch him staring at you and he'll offer you a smile. or when walking together your fingers naturally intertwine with his. both of you confronted the situation and agreed to drop the term "fake" — there wasn't anything fake about the relationship you and jade had now.

jamil: friends to lovers but you need help with your date

along the way with your friendship with jamil, you had grown affection for your friend. but that was just the problem: you both were friends and you were shaken by the thought of what might happen if you confessed. so you tried to brush off those feelings, dabbling your toes into the waters of dating until you believed you found the right person for you. and while you may have talked to this person for days, falling in love with their uniqueness, your feelings for jamil never really faded.

perhaps the biggest mistake you made was going to him for help with your date. while his face remained passive, everything inside was spiraling. of course he would help you, that's what friends were for. friends. the bitter word that caused so much agony in your heart as well as jamil's. and something inside jamil cracked and he had to tell you.

he didn't want you to go on that date. he expressed how he just couldn't be happy even if he tried. he didn't raise his voice, in fact he was barely audible. then you confessed, letting the wave of emotion through the dam you spent days building. it's safe to say you never went on that date, instead spending that afternoon with jamil.

rook: friends to lovers but aren't you guys already dating?

rook has his own ways of showing everyone affection. whether it be with the strange phrases he said or admiring from afar, it was still his way of showing all the beautiful beings his adoration. it was no different when you were with rook: he complimented on everything he could find and you threw compliments his way too. holding hands, laying in the other's lap, texting each other in the middle of the night. it was all friendly behavior. until one person asked, are you and rook dating?

were you? the thought never crossed your mind until you were asked. that was when you started paying more attention to rook. the way he complimented others differed from the ones he gave you, his conversations more in depth than others. and maybe those sweet words he said weren't empty, and the way he touched your skin was beginning to comfort you. ah, maybe there was something more there...

luckily for you, rook noticed the subtle changes and knew exactly what was happening. the seeds of love were finally blossoming in your heart, quelle beauté! he's going to use this in his favor, expressing his feelings in the most elaborate way possible. and words alone wouldn't be enough. he took your hands and placed them on his chest, told you his heart only this fast when he was around you, and hoped you felt the same way. and once you two finally start dating, expect rook to find anyway possible for him to express his love for you.

ortho: casual friends to best friends

it started off with casual conversations when you saw him in the hallways. you usually saw him with idia on your way to class. at first sight ortho thought you were neat, so anytime he saw you he would strike a conversation. simple how are you doing and did you hear what happened? and how could you not want to talk to ortho when being around him was much too fun.

soon the interactions became more common. you did puzzles and riddles together, went on treasure hunts idia made just for ortho, and surprising each other in the hallways (though ortho can usually tell when you've come to scare him). if his brother's busy, ortho is going to find you and float around with you all day.

your friendship with him grew so much that he brought you to ignihyde to show off what his dormmates have created. he treuly values your time together, and idia's glad his brother has a new friend to spend time with. so if ida can't find ortho anywhere, he knows that ortho is probably with you.

lilia: friends to lovers but he knows you like him

lilia has been around for ages, and he's seen love taken shape in many forms. but perhaps his favorite type of love was yours. he knew all about your little crush on him. how sweet! with this newfound information, he's going to tease you just a little bit.

holding your hands for a few seconds longer, cupping your face in his hands, letting you rest your head on his shoulder, and other subtle, yet romantic, gestures. he's not going to play with your feelings too much or take it too far. and you're not oblivious to this, you just think it's his way of showing his friendship to you. the thoughts crossed your mind every so often, but this was lilia.

so one day, out of the blue, lilia casually revealed he knew about your crush on him. and before you could even get a word in he gave you his signature laugh and said, don't you think you're a bit too young for an old man like me? nonetheless he took your hand and placed a gentle kiss to it and said he reciprocated those feelings you had for him.

[honeeslust]

Kento Nanami | the 7:3 Sorcerer pt. 1

🖤 Someone once said he didnt seem like the type to be rough with you because he'd never want to hurt you and I agree…. To an extent!! Let's go…

🖤 I'm thinking of Nanami who doesn't look like the the type to be a ruthless fuck. But what would happen when he finally showed you that he is fully capable of surprising you and himself.

🖤 WC 2k+

The love you made always sensual and romantic. By far the best you'd ever had. But there was a certain darkness to him. You'd seen it plenty of times as you often found yourselves in dangerous predicaments due to his line of work. It started feel like an unspoken desire between you both. You, wanting him to let out every frustration and all of the anger he kept inside. Him knowing how much you wanted to submit to him.

But ever the knight he was, wanting to protect you, even from himself. Always refraining from getting carried away because he would never be able to forgive himself if he did.

You would have no choice but to take the matter in your own hands. You would know him better than anyone else and all he would need is the encouragement. So...

You would spend the entire day teasing him, dressing in front of him, rolling your tights up your legs slowly. Strutting around in your cute little matching brassier and garter, feeling his eyes on you after you brushed by him leaving your sweet smelling perfume mingled with your pheromones wofting about to rouse him.

Kento would look so dreamy with his messy hair and bare chest on display. He would tug at a newly formed bulge straining against his pajama bottoms that hung low on his waist, showing off those tight little dimples at his lower back, that V shape in the front inviting you to have a seat atop his perfect form.

A powerful hand adorned with tight veins resembling the lines on a road map were reaching after you. " Cmere, you smell so pretty," he says As you let him wrap you up in his arms.

" you look stunning my love." You melt under his praises, adoring how he always made you feel so loved and cherished.

Hating that you would have to break up this loving display of affection, you summon the strength to do it anyway. " I have an early start today baby, and I gotta hurry." his endearing smile would touch the rugged creases around his eyes, them being the only thing about him that showed he was older. The man aged like fine wine and you were already being swept up in his warm and charming self. You would hate the way you were leaving him so painfully engorged as you untucked yourself from his arms.

As much as it would pain him to watch you walking away from him when he very much needed you, he wouldn't dare risk you having to rush into work.

You met him downstairs, both fully dressed and ready to go. It was more of the same mixed feelings about how far you could actually take this. Preparing his favorite cup of coffee, you grit your teeth trying to hold on to your resolve.

You were handing him his coffee and briefcases, one for paperwork, the other for his weapons. Placing your hands on his shoulders, he beamed at you as you reminded him of how you continued to fall even more in love with him every single day. He replied with his usual promise to be someone worth that kind of love. You hurry out the door, forgetting his kiss.

The only thing that made your day tolerable was that it was actually a very busy one, having a full day of clients and only a small break in between. You remained diligent. Instead of your usual call so he could hear your voice and take a breath from the stress of his day, you would text him on his lunch break...had to squeeze in another client baby, so sorry I can't call. Your heart would ache as you stared at the screen.

At the other end would be a flustered Kento, raking an exasperated hand through his blonde locks. I understand. I love you and I just wanted to thank you for being my better half.

You grip the phone tighter in a trembling hand almost ready to abandon your plight completely. You couldn't leave it at that, tapping out a response, oh you make me swoon. I love you Mr. Charming, recalling the first time you called him this. He would smile at his phone, your message reminding him of a time when he almost let you go.

It was after you went on a couple of dates and when you admitted to your suitor hat you likened him to all the Prince charmings you adored as a child. You remembered the way his sunny blonde hair fell over his face as you two walked barefoot along a beach, a beautiful sunset, his loose buttoned shirt ruffled by the breeze. The date ended in him panicking as he had fallen for you immediately. He was honest, telling you about his profession and actually trying to break things off before it got too serious because he would never want his life to affect you. He thought it best to just let you go.

...

A little over an hour later, you were heading  home to change after reading his text saying that he would be at the office late. You spent the drive reminiscing on a time from so long ago. You getting so mad at him for not giving it a chance. Looking back, you'd know now that he couldn't help it because he adored you so much and did it out of love, even if it were almost the end of you both.

Even after all of that, you'd be ready to hit him where it hurt. Showing up to workplace wearing a scant little dress in the color he favored most on you. His favorite late night snack and scotch in hand to unwind for the evening.

You knock at his office door before entering. His boyish gleaming eyes greet you when he looks up from the paperwork. He stands to hug you, his rigid shoulder's immediately relaxing as he was just so happy to see your sweet face after the day he'd had. You kissed his cheek asking if he had time for a break, showing him the bag you carried. He cocked a questioning brow, a soft smirk pulling at his lips as if he'sever turn you away. " even if I didn't, you know I'd always make time.”

As you unpacked your tote, setting the glasses and tiny plates on the the desk, You'd ask him about his work, flashing him a desirable look as you fixated on the way his temples flared while he discussed the events of his stressful day. You'd feel for him, almost wanting to give up your little ploy to get a rise out of your ever in control husband. You pour the dark liquor into the glasses, taking the tiniest sip of yours as does he. Him smirking as you frowned at the way the liquid burned, your face flushed as you felt that usual tickle between your legs where it always seemed to hit you first.

You would lean over his desk, giving him a perfect view of your cleavage as you pointed to different things, asking him more questions as his concentration was being tested. You would because you knew it was only you that could get him like this. He wouldn't be able to look past the way your body looked leaning over his desk. The way his name rolled off your tongue when you'd softly whisper it.

Your antics would earn his invitation to come around to the other side of his desk. His powerful hands would pull you into his lap, no doubt, your favorite place to be. You straddle him and he placed a needful grip around your waist. You loved the way his thumb always seemed to rest in just the right spot so that when he squeezed, it had you closing your eyes and pressing a heavy kiss to his appetizing lips.

You'd suck the smoky taste of the scotch from his tongue, moaning as his hands explored the slopes of your soft body. Your insides coiling with pleasure when he shoved that dainty dress further up your thighs. A sudden gasp would fall from your lips and you'd shove yourself off of him, escaping with some flimsy excuse of why you shouldn't do this here.

Kento would be flushed a shade of desire like you'd never seen, but still you'd attempt to make your exit. His pulse would be racing as he sought after you. And that's when you would know he'd finally reached his tipping point. It would've all finally become too much. He would need you so bad that the growing frction in his pants screamed from the sudden absence of your heat.

His powerful hand would grip the back of your neck, causing a shiver to roll up your spine. He would pull you back into him and as soon as your body would meet his own chiseled one, you would cry out to him. " ahh Ken". The tremors that rocked his body were being felt along your back.

" What are you up to? You just keep teasing...what are you you doing to me?... why'd you put on this little fuckin' dress?" You lean into this new feeling. So enticed by the sudden change of him that you could even feel texture of his velvety voice that was laced with a darkness he hadn't ever shown you, at least not in this way. His fingers skim up and over your bare thighs. His nose ghosting over the curve of your shoulder as he breathed you in. He squeezed a hand full of your waist " you're that desperate to get a rise out me baby?" He'd hiss seeing through you now.

" Yes" you would sigh yielding to his touch.

" Yes?? be specific love, you were so eager to see me like this and here we are so tell me what you want?"

" Kento,I want you mean when you fuck me." You would hum, nails cutting into his thighs as you pushed your body into his.

" Bend the fuck over." He would growl, his deft fingers loosening his tie as he shoved all the desks contents to the floor. You would be so on edge that the loud crash would make you jump.

Your trembling body would lean over the smooth polished surface of his desk. Every breath you took would be drawn out shakily. Anticipation wouldn't even feel strong enough a word to describe how maddening the need for his touch, his mouth, his dick, even his vengeful release when he'd finish having his way with you.

Kento had always needed this even more than he knew. Always so refined and in control. You willed him to with a heartfelt plea " show me why you're the 7:3 sorcerer."

The man you adored would be lost in the essence of you and your dark desires. The need he felt to tear that pretty little pussy to pieces would take over. He wouldn't know how to hold back that part of him anymore. Not when your body was calling to something so carnal inside him. He would shove his hands under your dress, ripping the stringy little excuse for underwear away from your body.

Your excited squeal would have him at your ear again and you would welcome the crushing weight of his body as it were leaning over you, his torso flush against your back. " you sure you can handle that?"

His solid muscular thighs would rub against your own milky soft ones. " I'll take whatever you give me Kento." you'd say as the skimpy dress you wore was now indecently bunched around your waist revealing the warm and inviting wetness that awaited him. The sight of you starved and begging for more encouraged the once stoic man to give in to the need to break you in the best way.

A massive hand would push into your lower back, forcing that perfect arch upon your shape and leaving your drenched little pussy vulnerable. His sheathed cock would be teasing against the aching core of you while those manly fingers traced down your spine.

" Give em' to me" he would command so sinisterly that he didn't sound like himself. Your arms would fold neatly behind your back because you knew exactly what he was asking for. " was this what you wanted?” He would ask you, almost sounding pained by the way your meek demeanor had stirred him so. It would feel as though your body was steeped in sexual tension. A pleasing hum of need would now be a current flowing freely through you.

" Please Kento. I'm sorry, I just thought it would be a fun little game." you would beg so hungry for his dick that you would've come immediately if he gave it to you.

Skillful fingers would loop the silky printed fabric around your wrists with ease. " Spread em for me," you would obey. " Such an obedient doll."

He had put up with your antics all day. But a man can only take so much. And here you were, every bit the desperate cumslut and wanting him to use you as he needed.

Heated fingertips would trail your womanly terrain, slowly, skillfully, enticingly. " since you're so into games, let's see how good you do. Tell you what, I'm going ti return the favor. For every time today you left me with my dick in my hand." he would say embellishing a little as he thought of all the ways you tortured him.

" .. like this morning, you think I didn't notice the little show you put on...?" He would work your delicate body with hands meant for destruction, and this would excite you further. You gasp his name, avidly being overtaken by his raw desirous energy as two thick fingers went inside, pressing into your g spot so effortlessly. " ah—kento." 

" I had to spend the whole day thinking of the picture of you bouncing around our house and leaving me lusting after you like some horny teenager." Kento was a little crude now, and your dark little mind loved it. " I'm so sorry baby." You panted.

You become a puppet, dangling at the end of a string he controlled with every shameful twist of his finger inside you.  Every curl would be precise, almost excruciatingly so until you were ready to come. As soon as the weight of your release was ready to come crashing down, suddenly there was nothing to be felt. You wail, " mmmm ohh my God Kento please more, I need more baby."

Gone was your sweetheart when he groaned, a laugh fanning the wetness pooling out of you as he circled the rounded shape of your ass appreciatively. " more you say?" He whispers as his digits melodically slip between the drenched folds of you. " mmmmmm my little doll wants more, should I give it to her?" He hum sinking his fingers back inside. Your chest heaving against the solid desk as you cry out " mmmm oh my fucking god baby please please please.” The mean man playing in your pussy laughs. " but...then there was you forgetting my kiss. I can only assume that was on purpose ?" He hums full of enjoyment at how good it felt as your walls were constricting against his appendages as he began the slow build again.

Again you were left shuddering, " please, please baby, I need it." Gone is all of his tenderness. It were replaced with an almost selfish satisfaction when he taunted you. " oh baby, believe me, I know you do." He would tease, grinning from the way your desperation had your little hands twitching against your restraints of his tie.

Again and again he does this. Leaving you hovering on the edge just to be denied the fall. Coming back with his vengeful fingers to start all over again.

He would make sure you'd felt every agonizing moment of the absence of himself inside you.

" baby please." You call to him with your weak cries for him to let you finish. It was torturous, and you embraced every wretched moment of it.

" so needy you are, so delicious you are, so obedient you are." He coos gentler than before, his voracious appetite making it hard not to test out the turbulent waters he had created. " I wanna be your good girl daddy." This shakes him to the core and he growls " say that again, I liked it."

" let me be your good girl daddy, please oh please, I want you so bad Ken."

I'm so sorry but I have to break this into two parts.

👉🏾👈🏾 thoughts 🙈

Part 2

From the honey pot 🍯

@callm3senpaii @blkkizzat @i-literally-cant-with-this @littlemochabunni

[fluffansmut-old]

Hi I hope you don't find this weird but would it okay to write like a fic with eddie and reader where she has bad anxiety so she has like an oral fixation and she's nervous to tell eddie about bc she doesn't know how he'll take it but one day they are watching TV when she asks if she can do that and she just lays in his lap holding his cock her hand while it's in her mouth and every once in a while she'll suck on it or she just like to play with it on her tongue and it's driving eddie crazy

A/N: Thank you for requesting!  I happy-cry from the privilege that I get to right smut for someone else, so keep them coming, it can go pretty far until I find anything weird.

Summary: Your anxiety ticks of your oral fixation and Eddie is there to help you clear your mind.

Content warnings: smut (18+), oral fixation, oral sex (blowjob), cockwarming, anxious!reader, subspace, praise kink. Slight Softdom! Eddie. 

Word count: 1351

masterlist - Fic posted on Ao3

Clear your head sweetheart

Your mind was racing at about a million miles per hour and no matter what you did it wouldn’t stop.

The day had been every kind of bad and now you were longing for home, safety, comfort and Eddie.

You subconsciously put your fingers in your mouth as you walked towards the car, mostly out of habit, to take out the stress you felt on your poor fingernails and cuticles. But also because your oral fixation was kicking in and having something to occupy your mouth with gave you something to focus on, turning your anxious mind off a little.

But unfortunately it was short lived as you needed both of your hands to drive home.

Eddie noticed that something was going on when you walked in the door.

You were twitchy, a habit you picked up whilst anxious, almost as if you were trying to shake off the anxiety that laid over you like a heavy blanket.

“Cmere sweetheart” Eddie said from the kitchen.

You took off your jacket and went to meet him.

Eddie greeted you with open arms and just held you for a minute as you buried your face in his chest.

You didn’t know how long time had passed but suddenly Eddie grabbed you round the waist and lifted you up on the counter, putting his forehead against yours, making you look him in the eye.

“Are you feeling anxious ?” He asked, sensing the aching, shaking nerves radiating off of you.

“Yes” you answered, barely above a whisper.

“What do you need sweetheart?” Eddie asked, ready to do whatever he could to make you feel better.

“I don’t really know,“ you say truthfully, shifting your gaze from looking at Eddie to looking down in your lap.

You brought your fingers to your mouth, chewing on your cuticles, wishing that you just could relax.

Eddie gently grabbed your hand you had in yours mouth, kissing the knuckles.

“It’s not good for you fingers baby” he says softly. Then he tilts your chin, making you look him in the eyes. “Do you need a relaxing bath? Do you need to talk it out? Do you need takeout and a movie, to distract you? Hrrm? What can I do for you baby?”

You didn’t think for long until you decide that distraction is the best option.

“I’d like to be distracted … if that’s not too much to ask.” You quickly add the last part to not seem like a burden.

“Take out and a movie then?” Eddie says with an encouraging smile. “And we’ll see if it helps, yeah?”

You and Eddie were sat on the sofa, the takeout already eaten. The tv screen played the new ghostbusters series. You had the straw from the drink in your mouth, chewing it until it was almost unrecognisable.

In reality you wanted something else in your mouth, something to distract you with, something to focus on, to clear your mind.

You knew that giving Eddie head usually consumed all of your mind. It made you drop into that comfy, fuzzy headspace where you and Eddie were all that mattered.

But how were you going to ask for it without feeling flustered and embarrassed? And how would he take it? What if he thought it was weird?

Eddie checked on the state of you by glancing at you, whilst continuously rubbing up and down your back with his fingertips.

He grabbed the straw and tugged carefully on it to get it out of your mouth.

“Baby, I believe that you’re done with that,we can’t have you consuming straight up plastic, now can we?” Eddie said kindly, but with a stern undertone. “I’m sensing that this isn’t helping with your mindspace, is there something else we can try?”

He shifted in his seat turning his entire body towards you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze.

You knew what you wanted to try, but it embarrassed you too much to say it out loud.

You subconsciously brought your bottom lip into your mouth, suckling on it slightly.

Eddie softly placed his hands on both sides of your face and rubbed his thumbs softly across your cheeks.

“Sweetheart, I know you.” He said, tilting your head up carefully. “There is something you want, and I want you to know that no matter what it is, I’ll do my very best to provide it, but you have to tell me”

You felt your face heat from embarrassment and you wanted to hide, but your face still rested in Eddie’s stable hands, there was no going back.

“Eddie?” You said barely above a whisper. “I uhm, well I need to, or would like..eh never mind”

You tried to pull your head out of Eddie's hands but he stopped you. Thumbs rubbing you soothingly as he said:

“Hey, shh baby, none of that now. It’s just me, no need to feel embarrassed sweetheart. Tell me what you need”

You swallowed thickly and looked up at him.

“I need to clear my head.” You said, testing the waters, “and I was wondering if I could..uhm.. please you? To keep my mouth busy..”

Your face felt like it was on fire from embarrassment, but Eddie leant in and pressed a wet kiss to your forehead.

“Are you asking me if you could blow me?” Eddie asked, to make sure that he understood you properly.

“Essentially yeah” you said, chewing softly on the inside of your mouth.

“Of course you can baby” Eddie said and you relaxed a little already.

“Maybe, you could help me… by being in control“ you asked Eddie carefully, not wanting to over step. “Help me clear my head?”

“I absolutely can sweetheart” Eddie said smiling at you. “Now let’s get comfy so you can put those pretty lips to good use”

Eddie reached up the back of your shirt and unclasped the bra you had on you did a quick job of reaching up your sleeves and pulling it off, discarding it on the floor. In the meantime Eddie had pulled off his jeans and sat back down on the sofa in his boxers.

“Cmere sweetheart, be a good girl and lay your head in my lap” Eddie said and you did as he said without hesitation.

You got comfortable, head resting on Eddie’s lower abdomen.

He got his half hard cock out and you wasted no time wrapping your lips around the head, beginning to swirl your tongue around it. Eddie groaned from pleasure, settling comfortably into the sofa, using one hand to run up and down your back.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, your doing so good for me” Eddie’s praised, before turning his focus back to the tv.

His praise helped you drop into the fuzzy subspace you so deeply desire, so it only encouraged you to do even better, thinking only of Eddie.

You took his cock out of your mouth temporarily, sticking your tongue out, tapping his cock repeatedly against your tongue before taking it in your mouth again, a bit deeper this time. But then you left it there, feeling so complete with his cock occupying your mouth, keeping your tongue busy. You felt Eddie twitching in your mouth and you could tell from the small moans that left Eddies mouth that it was driving him crazy.

You focused your eyes on the tv in front of you, whilst absentmindedly sucking the cock in your mouth.

“You’re being my best girl, baby” Eddie moaned “keep sucking, just like that”

He reached down and swiped away some saliva that was running down your chin.

You looked up at him, eyes calm, fuzzy and complete.

“There we go baby” Eddie said brushing some hair from your forehead. “Clear your head sweetheart, I’ve got you”

You stayed like that for the rest of the night, you with his cock in your mouth, alternating between sucking, swirling and tapping it on your tongue.

Eddie on the other hand was alternating between praising you to no end and moaning until his had to roll his eyes to the back of his head.

[svechnikovvv]

hospital trips

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: there shouldn’t be any

summary: quinn stays and comforts you during your hospital trip

a/n: this is for @astars-things <3

masterlist: here

i woke up in the middle of the night, due to the sharp pain in my chest and this awful cough i had. my chest felt like it was on fire, and the pain was only worsening. i weakly shake quinn to wake him up.

“yes?” he croaks out, turning to face me. i’m sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard.

“quinn, i don’t feel good.” this causes him to sit up

“cmere,” i scoot closer to him and he places the back of his hand to my forehead.

“you’re burning up.” another pain shoots through my chest and i grip the blanket covering us.

“what? what happened?” quinn asks, voice laced with worry.

“chest. feels like someone is stabbing me and twisting the knife.” he gets up out of bed and walks over to my side, grabbing my hand and helping me up and out of the bed.

“let’s get you to a hospital.” quinn and i head to the car and he speeds down the road. i place my hand on his leg and this makes him look at me.

“relax, q. you’re more worried than i am and i’m the one in pain.” he nods and slows down his speed a bit and soon, we’re arriving in front of the hospital. he finds a parking space and we make our way inside.

“what’s the name?”

“y/n l/n,” i tell the nurse and she clicks and types and then she makes me sit in a chair so they can check my vitals. they stick a thermometer in my mouth and when it beeps, the nurse takes it out and looks at it.

“she’s got a fever. 101.2” oh great. just what i needed. i then let out a nasty cough, making the pain in my chest tighter. once the nurse checked me some more, i went to sit with quinn in the lobby.

“are you cold? i’m freezing.” i was shaking slightly and he takes off his canucks hoodie and gives it to me. i don’t hesitate in taking it and slipping it over myself. i look down at the white bracelet on my wrist.

“i always like the little bracelets they give you,” i told quinn, toying with the band.

“why’s that?” he rubs my knee gently, in a soothing manner and pulls me closer to him.

“makes me feel like i’m on house arrest, but make it sick.” he laughs and kisses the top of my head.

“you never cease to amaze me. even when you’re sick”

“every time i get sick, i’m either a baby, or i become delirious. i think it’s the latter this time.”

“possibly.” ten minutes later, they’re calling me back to do an ekg since i was having chest pains.

“i’m going to need you to take your hoodie off so we can put these stickers on you.” the nurse says and i nod, slipping off quinn’s hoodie.

“that a boyfriend’s hoodie?” i nod and she smiles

“how long have you two been together?”

“two years,” i answer without hesitation.

“i remember when i met my husband. god, he pissed me off when i first met him.” i laugh and she starts to put the stickers on me.

“how’d you two meet?”

“he was the class clown and wouldn’t leave me alone. so i told him to shove his awful jokes up where the sun doesn’t shine and i received detention. and then he came to ‘bail me out.’” she has nothing but a look of adoration in her eyes as she talks about him.

“how’d you and your boyfriend meet?” she asks me and it’s my turn to have that same look in my eyes.

“i was at this karaoke bar and he was drunk and was belching his lungs out to baby by justin beiber and all of a sudden, he went green in the face and kinda threw up on my shoes.” she makes a face and puts the last sticker on me.

“that’s definitely an interesting story.”

“oh for sure.” her and i continue to converse and when she’s done doing the ekg, i go back to the lobby to sit with quinn, the canucks hoodie back on.

“was talking about you to the nurse.” his brows raise

“oh yeah?” i nod

“told her how we first met.” he cringes and i laugh, which sends me into a coughing fit. once i calmed down, i looked at quinn.

“she thought it was interesting.”

“i’m sure she did.” i let out a yawn and lean my head against quinn’s shoulder. close my eyes and start to drift off. next thing you know, i’m woken up by quinn gently shaking me.

“hey sleepyhead. they called you back.” i squint my eyes due to the harsh fluorescent lighting and i get up, quinn and i following the nurse taking us to our room. she does a quick run down and tells me that the ekg results show that my heart is fine.

she then tells me that due to what i’ve been telling her about my chest, i’ll need a chest x-ray. so she leads me down a hallway, taking different turns and we’re soon at the radiology room. another lady is there waiting to take my x-ray, and i stand where she tells me. when she’s done, she takes me back to my room.

i’m sitting on the hospital bed, watching whatever’s on the tv when quinn lets out a yawn.

“you tired?” he nods and i scoot over, patting the spot beside me. he sits beside me and makes himself comfortable, pulling me close to him. i rest my head on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me securely.

quinn and i both fall asleep and are woken up by the doctor.

“nice to have you both back with us.” he laughs and checks his clipboard. “looks like you have pneumonia. to help with the chest pain, we do have a little pain-reliever mocktail for you.” he hands me a little paper cup with some liquid medicine in it and i raise it.

“cheers,” i say, downing the concoction. quinn and the doctor both laugh and when the cup’s empty, i toss it in the trash can beside the bed.

“we will, however, have to put you on an oxygen mask for a few to help with your breathing.” i nod and the doctor leaves the room and it’s just quinn and i again.

“what time is it?” i ask him and he pulls out his phone and ‘5:45’ shines across the screen.

���shit, you have your morning skate in thirty minutes.” quinn places a hand on my knee.

“baby, i’m not worried about it. you have pneumonia. what do you think is more important?” i shrug and he rolls his eyes, peppering my face with kisses.

“it’s you, idiot. i would miss every practice i had to if it meant it was for you. i’m going to be with you until you get discharged, yeah?” i nod and cuddle up closer to him. soon, the doctor returns and he has some oxygen thing that reminds me of when i was on a nebulizer as a kid. he also has in hand, a warm blanket.

“for the two of you.” he hands it to us and i thank him as quinn unfolds the blanket, draping it over the two of us. then, they put the oxygen mask on me and i feel like i’m darth vader.

“luke, i am your father.” both quinn and the doctor laugh. the doctor then leaves the room again and i keep the mask on until he comes back and tells me i can take it off.

“okay, im prescribing you some antibiotics to help so it doesn’t get worse and become severe. but other than that, you are good to go.” we say goodbye and head out the hospital. the sun is just starting to rise and i grab my phone out my pocket, snapping a couple pictures.

when quinn and i arrive back home, we head straight to the bedroom and pass out.

“this is so much more comfortable than the hospital bed,” he mumbles, face against a pillow.

“you can say that again.”

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards @marsthehockeywhore @panarin10 @hughesx3 @jayda12 @theywantedplayer @austinbutlerscaresme @jackhues @jackhughesily @babydollmarauders @equallyshaw @astars-things @akengii

a/n: more q fluff <3

[8-rae-rae-8]

Omgomg let me just say thank you SSSSO MUCH for writing agere for this fandom. Your writing is so good 💗💗💗💗

If you take requests, is it okay if we can have Roach who regresses? Anyone from 141 of your choice could be his caregiver, thank you <3333

I give to you

Sleepy GazRoach

801 words

Roach really had no idea what he was doing as he stood in front of one of the other Sargeant’s doors. A blanket around his shoulders, a pacifier hanging by a pacifier clip on his shirt.

It was early in the morning. Far, far too early for him. Especially when he was so small, Gary usually slept in when he regressed. One of the few reasons the others didn't wake him unless necessary. The other reason being that he bit when he was touched in his sleep when he hadn't fallen asleep in bed with anyone else.

Gary rubbed his tired eyes, looking up at the small name plate on the door.

[Sgt. Kyle Garrick]

There was no hesitation as he turned the door handle. He was still sleepy, but just wanted Kyle cuddles. It wasn't often that Roach sought out someone specific, but it was usually Kyle or Price when he did.

The door creaked open painfully loud.

Gary flinched as he stepped in. A small night light was present in the corner of the room, giving enough light for him to see where he was going. It was a bit of a mess, honestly. The room had some clothes thrown about, but every surface other than the floor was pristine.

He stepped forward to the bed, where Kyle was sleeping peacefully. Gary sort of admired the way he slept, every part of him relaxed. Maybe even a little jealous of how he seemed so comfortable on the crappy mattress.

The pacifier was placed in his mouth, soothing the nerves. He worried that he'd bother Kyle for asking for cuddles so late.. All of them said to wake them if he needed anything, but he was scared each time.

Slowly, he reached forward. His hand grasped the fabric of Kyle's shirt, and lightly tugged at it. Gary kept a careful eye on his face.

Kyle didn't wake up the easiest, but upon seeing the little one immediately after his eyes opened, he shuffled back on the bed a little. Sleep in his tired eyes. He patted the bed next to him to signal for Gary to come lay with him.

“Cmere, mate…” Kyle murmured.

But Gary hesitated again. He blinked as he watched Kyle, almost confused that he didn't react poorly to being woken up.

“It's late, bug.. come here.” Kyle's arms laid out for him to cuddle into.

It was too hard to resist, really. The blanket around Roach's shoulders was quickly discarded. He got himself in the bed right next to him.

The two laid on their sides, Gary tucked up to his chest as he relaxed.

Kyle's hand softly stroked from Gary's hair to his back, a similar motion to one used for petting cats. He set a slow pace, simply holding Gary with his other arm.

“Couldn't sleep?” He muttered, voice rough with tiredness.

He received a small nod and a huff in return. Gary cuddled up to him closer. One of his arms moved to rest over Kyle's side to hold him close too.

“That's okay… I'm here.” Kyle said while mid-yawn.

Roach curled up as small as he possibly could, which was pretty small, while still remaining cuddled up.

“You're so little…” He whispered. His eyelids fighting the sleepiness that demanded more rest. For now, Gary was much more important. Especially looking at his adorable little face.

Gary smiled behind his pacifier, the corners of his eyes crinkling. He gave a little hum as he looked up at Kyle.

Gary was one of the few that loved decorated pacis. Gems, pearls, charms. Shiny things made his brain go on excited hyperdrive mode. He specifically liked bells on pacis, because shaking his head made a fun sound. A good sound that he linked with happiness and being small.

A calloused hand softly brushed over his cheek, settling into a soft motion of Kyle's thumb brushing over his cheek while he cupped his cheek. Just soft and gentle touch. Gary couldn't help but nuzzle against it.

“Yeah… you just needed Kyle cuddles, hm?” Kyle quietly spoke, getting a nod in return.

“Do you need anything else, bug?” A head shake in response.

Roach was settled and cozy up to Kyle, it was just what he needed to get comfortable.

“I'll be here if you need anything then, don't you worry…” Kyle was sleepy still, but determined to be there for Gary.

Determination wasn't quite enough to keep Kyle awake, but he was still right there with him. Snores filling the otherwise quiet room. But Gary remained awake, just happily cuddled up to the other. Warm and cozy.

He was perfectly content to stay awake, more than comfortable enough just next to Kyle to relax. And if he ended up needing something, he could simply wake Kyle.

[welcometololaland]

Fic Rec Friday - Round Up Part 2

Thanks to everyone who participated this week - the theme was: rec a 'gateway' fic. If I've missed any, please let me know!

I say this every week, but just to reiterate - this is a compilation of fics i've been tagged in or which appear in the fic rec friday tag relevant to the weekly theme. The recommendations below do not represent a personal curation of fics. Please read at your own discretion. Heed tags and ratings on each individual fic. Keep yourself safe, friends!

Check Please!

Braced Myself by @porcupine-girl

Chef Bob-ardee by @iboatedhere

dance with somebody by @everwitch-magiks

love finds you by @sincerelyreidburke

maybe not today but eventually by @thewesternredcedar

Someone by @wrathofthestag

when it's over (you're the start) by @whoacanada

Emmerdale

midnight in paris by @capseycartwright

Glee

Fix Verse by rainjoywriting

HP

Everything in Transit by @remedialpotions

Marvel Cinematic Universe

just say you do by @biblionerd07

Red White and Royal Blue

A Distinctly British Take on Events by RevJohnO

all that glitters (is not gold) by @indomitable-love

Before This, After That by @orchidscript

Everybody needs good neighbours by @rmd-writes

forever yrs, for evermore. by @indomitable-love

heart & home by @rmd-writes

Hook(up), Line & Sinker by @rmd-writes @clottedcreamfudge @athousandrooms @the-amber-fox @indomitable-love

Speak for Yourself by Lolaland (me)

the poem you make of me by cmere

Schitt's Creek

A Very Specific Store by @language-of-love

beside you in time by @blackandwhiteandrose

Burn Out the Night by @madlori

CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE - 4.02 Pregnancy Test Coda Fic by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries

Definitely A Thing by @beaiola

Happy to Help by @vivianblakesunrisebay

I’d Swing With You for the Fences by @nontoxic-writes

I'll Follow You Down by @fraudulentzodiac

Improv Piecing by @my-nameless-bliss

Incorrect by Lisamc21

just a line in a song by @blackandwhiteandrose

let your heart be light by @blueink3

Molten Glass Hearts by @januarium

Murder, My Sweet by @a-noble-dragon

my heart was broke, my head was sore by @blueink3

PDA: Public Displays of Anxiety by @delilah-mcmuffin

Sometimes Good Things Fall Apart by @blueink3

Such a Constellation He Was To Me by @blueink3

thinking of everything by @doublel27

this is how a heart breaks by @blackandwhiteandrose

You're the only thing I need by @yourbuttervoicedbeau

Suits

To build a Home by TooSel

Teen Wolf

Hide of a Life War by Etharei

Tortall - Tamora Pierce

Miss Atomic Bomb by @ponyregrets

[cough-ii]

aftg as quote book pt 4 !!

“its just a silly little twerk of mine” - nicky

“i wouldn’t mind being called woke. im awake arent i?” neil/wymack

“enter hot take on kevin” *drops the mic, takes a bow* - neil

“Just a reminder we are HALF WAY THERE and we are LIVING ON A PRAYER” - renee @ games

“Led by you hoe” - Alison

“i physically cannot play with my balls in my bedroom” - neil?

“Fuckin this, fuck that fuck fuck fuck” - wymack

“Porn is a genre” - nicky

“Reading porn is better than not reading at all” - nicky

“We are all bussin” - nicky

“Don’t shoot the prime minister…please” - everyone @ andrew

“He gave himself a DIY circumcision” - be creative

“I live under a rock. It;s very warm” - neil

“The only way youre getting out of maths this year is if you kill yourself” - neil

“Don’t kill yourself” - wymack

“Tomorrow we’re going to learn how to be better bullies :)” - dan

“I have nothing important to say ever” - aaron

“I am wrong in the head” - kevin

“Some people say lots of things to get off” - nicky

“It was such a delicious luxury to have a warm drink” - matt

‘I got my pussy waxed’ - alison

‘i feel so much better without my pants’ - matt

“neil you’re flirting” - dan “oops…” neil

“Impact on the victim… DEATH” - andrew

“Stop doing magic in class please” someone to andrew

“‘You look good enough to eat,’ Andrew Minyard had said, the first time he came to pick him (Neil) up. When they got home again he did begin to eat him”

“Hey hoe 💅” alison

“That is tighter than a fishes ass hole” - matt

“Are you ok you look like a drenched rat” - dan

“If I get your name wrong, blame your parents” -wymack

“I was on drugs I didn’t know what I was doing” andrew

“I have thousands of dollars to my name” neil

“why did you threaten me?” kevin “because i wanted to” neil

“Dragons have pronouns too” renee

“i very much enjoy getting renee wet” - Alison, dunking water on renee

“andrew is a crack up” - nicky probably almost got shanked for this

“talk dirty to me” andrew “What if I tied up all your hands and legs and then threw you down the stairs and you died, but we were friends who liked practical jokes, would that be murder?” neil

‘Who was humping the statue?’ - dan

“Little red riding hood in bed with the wolf” - Alison

“His eyes are penetrating you” kevin @ neil unironically

“There are a number of ways you can skin a cat” andrew when one of the cats piss on the bed

‘Just shake ur ass and no one will notice’ nicky

“Why is it always mother fucker this, mother fucker that? Why is it never father fucker” neil

“I’m very private with my fists” dan

“I had some guy in my car and he said ‘i want to commit suicide’ and i said ‘no, not in my car get out’” - twinyards

“Girls, you’re semi-hysterical” wymack

“I touched your boob im sorry” matt @ dan

“Not just jumping off the religious sculpture, they were humping the religious sculpture” - renee, traumatised

‘DANCE you idiot, D-A-N-S…’ - kevin

‘We’ll talk about the sex party another time’ dan

‘I have a gin and tonic every night, it keeps me young’ wymack

“I was in a rage and i broke his nose” neil ab kevin

“Some people need to be chemically castrated” andrew

“Don’t chew gum in front of Jesus” renee

“I’m hearing plenty of smashing noises over here” allison in the cabin

“Oh why don’t you crawl back into your hole” andrew @ neil

“Legalise recreational use of cannibalism” aaron in a presentation

“CMERE YOU LITTLE BOLLOCKS!” wymack

“Stabbing them 3 or 4 times is plenty” andrew

“My brother got dropped on his head” andrew

‘Comparing sizes’ nicky

‘Ive been stalking you all’ kevin

“Shit, Shit, SHIT, Oh my god, SHIT. That’s fucked” nicky

“She called him gay so i threw the chair at her” neil

“I’m gonna die” aaron “Don’t care.” neil

“Get help please” dan

“Young people’s music today, I just don’t get it” abby

“We all have the homosexual gene” andrew

“I’m not going to get you to go around class and looking if people have homosexual characteristics” andrew maybe

‘i saw this really big tombstone and i asked ‘is that where jesus was buried?’’ andrew @ renee

‘What if I worked 55 hours a day?’ matt?

“now that i’m your legal guardian i guess i should look after you” dan a/o matt @ neil

“lesbians are people too” neil

“Charisma test? caress my balls” nicky

“Do you want to do a quickie to de-stress” andrew

“If you are interested in any horizontal refreshment” andrew

“Spit on your hand and stroke my cock at a medium pace, play with my balls and tell me how big they are” (…….. i have second hand embarrassment) - allison

“Do you think Jesus had daddy issues?” alison

“We all get stressed sometimes but cursing is not fucking ok” dan

“I'm working, im twerking and im jerking” nicky

‘It’s a good kisser it’s so smooth and soft and warm’ neil ab his homework

[mondaymelon]

hi melon!! (≧◡≦) ♡

For reason i have the urge to say this (its3:50am its a monday),but every time you post anything,even the most random it always brings a smile to my face and your writing is despicable, i also re-read what you have writen sometimes - cus im lonley or i need smt to laugh╰( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )つ──☆*:・ﾟ, anyways you can call me miko!(•̀ᴗ•́)و

༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ🍪

^ Cookie for u to share w someone

WAHHH MIKO STOP YOURE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY DFJLSDKGJLKDS

NVM THAT SHIT I AM CRYING WAAAAAHHhhHhhHHh

(oh, if only a certain adeptus would come and comfort me)

thank you so much miko. cmere. i will give you a kith mwahmwah

i am sharing this cookie with you because you are very sweet ♡♡

(hmm... should i call you miko anon, or just miko?)

[hanasnx]

Ask and ye shall receive, so my take on this is that this is like 19-21 year old Anakin— possessive, jealous, emotional, horny horny horny, break the Jedi code to get my dick wet, falls in love hard, fast, and deeply—Skywalker, who went and caught feelings for his fwb. They were always firmly in agreement that it was "just sex," but it's never just sex with Anakin, he feels too much, so now that she's broken things off to get into a real relationship, he has to channel his all of his feelings into sex. It's not love, he just needs to fuck her one more time right? It's not jealously, he just thinks it's funny that he was fucking her on the side while she was dating this other guy. It's not possesiveness, he just knows he fucks her better than anyone else, even the man she fell in love with. One more time, just one more time, he'll make it so good, he'll channel every morsel of heartache into it, because if he can't have her he might as well make sure she can't forget him.

here's the version with subtle phone effects on the voice

https://soundgasm.net/u/AugustInTheWinter/M4F-Your-Ex-FWB-Leaves-You-a-Jealous-Voicemail

And here's the version without

https://soundgasm.net/u/AugustInTheWinter/M4F-Your-Ex-FWB-Leaves-You-a-Jealous-Voicemail-No-Phone-FX

Also disclaimer he doesn't sound exactly like Anakin, and the audio itself doesn't take place in the SW universe, but I get the feeling we're the same level of delusional and can fill in the gaps mentally. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, I'd love to hear your thoughts 💖

-👑

link 1

link 2

spoilers to the audio under the cut cos omfg these lines got me lookin like :o

☥ “… do you remember what happened next? .. i bet you do.”

☥ “does he know?” talking about fucking you after your dates with your now bf when you were unexclusive at the time that is my CRACK

☥ “fuck one more out of your system. you guy’s just started dating, it’s not even cheating. yea, baby, cmere,”

☥ “wonder if he thought about you during the week. overanalyzing every interaction. ‘oh, am i texting too much?’. maybe you weren’t texting back bcos you were begging for my cum.”

☥ WHEN HE SAID COCKSLAVE WOOOOOOOOOO

☥ “i cant believe i’m never gonna have that pussy again.” sounded so much like anakin’s voice i

☥ “but if you guys break up. you know where to find me.”

👑, i casually ate 5 pieces of pizza listening to this bcos ur right hot damn he does sound like anakin and i couldn’t pay attention to anything else. i was seeing the whole damn thing. usually i’m not into these, but i think bcos it was a “voicemail” and there was no awkward waiting parts where he was expecting u, the listener, to answer— i enjoyed it thoroughly. you know what i mean about those awkward silent parts?

your take?? golden much like your crown, bcos my usual premise for his one shots is that you’re his fwb, and it’s easier this way to keep things separate. but yes, those underlying confusing feelings he pushes away are always ones of “it’s just sex. i don’t love her. that’s crazy.” or “i’m not jealous i’m just aggravated i can’t be jealous when she’s not really mine…”

yet here he is. fisting his cock to the memory of you. the suns gone down where he’s staying, and no doubt you’re asleep. but he had to try to call you anyway, some time when you wouldn’t be around your new boyfriend. it’s just his voice that sends through, too dark to record a hologram for you. talking that filthy shit to you in hopes you’ll remember all the good you two had. come back for more.

i love what u had to say so much i want it tattooed on my forehead bcos it’s so frustratingly anakin to twist his own words and confuse himself in order to avoid the truth. also to fuck someone and then go ahead and fall the hell in love??? so on brand.

“yea i can keep my feelings separate….

no, actually i lied about that entirely. here are my feelings, they’re your problem now.”

specially bcos i imagine in this fwb relationship you took his virginity—

this was all over the place but i fuckig loveeeee the jealous ex fwb knowing he has no business talking to you like this when you’ve got a bf, but trying it anyway. bcos the chance of filling you up one last time is greater than the possibility of you refusing to talk to him because both you and him know the silent treatment won’t last.

literally ur invited into my inbox anytime love. i love ur mind

edit: i should say i do not condone cheating i just have an infidelity fantasy

[d0llpie]

HOOOOLY HECK HI YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN YES uh okay s o. if I remember correctly I saw a work by you about chubby! reader which is what I've been looking for!!! I was wondering if you could do 46, 42, 39, and 41-based hc's for seijoh 4 by any chance? or Matsukawa (i haven't seen any x chubby!reader works for matsuwukawa and it drives me insa n e) and/or any of the seijoh 4 you prefer to write for most? thank you so much!!!!! <3

Seijoh Four, chubby reader scenarios

Oikawa x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Matsukawa x reader, Hanamaki x reader

content warnings: suggestive nsfw for iwaizumi, food mentions + feeling guilty, very very slight assault, swearing

Prompt: “You don’t think i can pick you up?” “I don’t think i could love you any more than i already do” “I hate seeing you cry” “Don’t fucking touch them”

a/n: Hii love ! Thank you for the request ! i did one prompt for each boy so they have very different scenarios, hope you enjoy <333

wc: 2.7k

Oikawa “I don’t think i could love you anymore than i already do”

- Dating Oikawa required you to be pretty secure and confident

- He was the great king, known for his looks and admired by many fans, many of who you thought were prettier than you

- You never brought this up with him, he was always so strong, a confident leader, it’s why you loved him

- You also knew he overworked himself and that you and Iwaizumi were the only ones able to make him take a break

- You didnt need to stress him over silly things like your inferiority

- He loved you and you never doubted that, still, you couldn’t help but grow quiet as you were pushed away from the team by a swarm of pretty, thin, perfect fangirls who came to congratulate your boyfriend

- “Oi Shittykawa we have to pack up” Iwa noticed you seemingly growing smaller, fiddling with your hands as you stared at the girls surrounding him

- “Iwa-chan you’re so impatient, where’s y/n?” you looked up and tapped his shoulder from behind him, earning many glares from his fangirls

- “Ah there she is!” he cradled your face and gave you a peck on the lips before taking your hand in his, his fangirls scoffed but if he noticed he didn’t react

- You on the other hand just wanted to go home, usually you were good enough at fighting off these thoughts but today you just couldn’t shake them

- “Tooru, can we go?” you tugged on his sleeve and he turned to you before wincing slightly “Tooru where are your knee pads!” you scolded him

- “Ahaha sorry girls, i have to go know, thank you for your support, i appreciate it very much!” the group whined and shot you glares, blaming you for his early leave

- “Iwa, his knee is busted can you help” you slipped his arm around your shoulder and waiting for Iwa to take the other side

- “y/n-chan please, i don’t need help” you glared at him and he shut up, Iwa took his other side and you started to walk

- You were so caught up in your thoughts of insecurity and worry for Oikawa that you didn’t hear him ask you a question

- “y/n-channn why are you ignoring me, i’m sorry, i swear i’ll rest all day tomorrow” you looked over to him “i’m sorry baby what did you say?” he frowned before making you stop walking

- “i asked what was wrong, you’re really quiet” you smiled up at him “oh it’s nothing baby, how is your knee?” he huffed out in frustration, he hated when you did this, knowing you hated when he did it too

- “y/n. don’t do that, talk to me” you sighed “it’s dumb” you fiddled with the ends of your hoodie, pulling it out to make it appear looser

- “If you’re insecure right now i’m gonna kick ur ass with my broken knee :(“ you giggled at him lightly before smacking him “i know i told you it was dumb..”

- He frowned again “baby, you always make me talk about what’s really going on, i need you to do the same so i can help you..” he was right.. “It’s just, i don’t know, your fangirls today were staring at me a lot and they’re all so skinny and pretty and i just-it went to my head”

- He pouted before cupping both your cheeks “i don’t think i could ever love you more than i already do.. You have no idea how often i think i’m not enough for you baby, but you’re so much more than enough for me j couldn’t possibly be with anyone else, no one could treat me the way you do, you’re perfect in my eyes”

- A stray tear fell down onto his thumb as he swiped it away “Kawa of course you’re enough! You’re so talented and perfect, you always communicate with me and put effort into everything you do i’m so proud of you, please don’t doubt yourself!” he laughed at your scolding “how can you be so blind”

- You smiled at him as he pressed his lips against yours, pulling you against his body as he deepened the kiss “oi shitheads! hurry up!” You broke apart to see Iwaizumi ahead of you both waiting impatiently

- You laughed before taking his hand and continuing to walk, squeezing his hand lightly

Iwaizumi “i hate seeing you cry”

- You felt so guilty, you had just eaten what you thought was way too much cake and were now crying in front of the mirror

- You couldnt seem to find anything about yourself attractive, everytime you saw your reflection your eyes zeroed in on your flaws

- You grabbed at your stomach, your sides, everywhere you could while looking into the mirror with red puffy eyes

- Iwaizumis footsteps could be heard approaching your room, you quickly turned around and threw on one of his hoodies, trying to find some pants

- He opened the door to see you in his hoodie and some panties and immediately smirked “hi baby, what’re trying to do?” you shot up and slowly turned to face him, tugging the hoodie down as far as you could

- His smile dropped when he saw your tear stained cheeks and red eyes “y/n? what happened baby cmere” he pulled you into his chest, rubbing up and down your back before bringing you to the bed to sit on him

- You tried to speak but your eyes welled up with tears again “Haji, i need to get some pants..” you whispered, afraid your voice would crack if you spoke any louder and he felt his heart sink

- “Hey hey, tell me what happened” he smoothed your hair down before kissing your forehead, resting his hands on your hips

- he squeezed your hips reassuringly, a habit of his, but you tensed up. He put two and two together and sighed “i hate seeing you cry”

- “i just- don’t you want me to lose weight?” you looked up at him, wiping your tears on the ends of his hoodie while he gripped your hips harder

- “what the fuck are you talking about” he grunted before moving his hands to your ass “i love your body, i love all of you and i intend to spend the rest of my life reminding you how much i love you.” you smiled tearily at him and he kissed you firmly

- he began smoothing his hands over your ass and you chuckled at him “what’re you doing Haji?” “oh c’mon, you look so beautiful in my hoodie what do you expect, you’re always so beautiful..” he kissed you again, rougher this time before leaning back to throw his shirt off

- “I’m going to prove to you just how attractive i find you okay?” you nodded, he gripped the ends of his hoodie, trying to pull it off you but you held it down “wait-“ you looked into your lap, he sighed softly lifting your chin with his thumb and forefinger “if you don’t want to that’s okay baby, but if you don’t want me to see you because you’re insecure i’m going to have to beat you up for thinking badly about the love of my life.”

- You chuckled before kissing him again, letting him take off the hoodie “i love you haji..” “i love you too baby”

Matsukawa “don’t fucking touch them”

- You were out at a bar with Issei and Hanamaki, it had been a while since you’d hung out with your boyfriends best friend and you were all free after work and decided to grab drinks

- Since you’d been there, Issei had had a strong grip around your waist, making you sit on top of him and gripping your thighs every chance he got

- He only got like this when he was jealous but you don’t know why he’s been acting this way in front of Hanamaki

- You were talking to Hanamaki about an angry customer at work when Isseis hold around your middle tightened “baby i’m going to the bathroom you’re trying to squeeze the alcohol out of me” you chuckled getting off his lap and giving him a kiss on the cheek

- “be safe” you nodded before heading to the bathroom, wondering why he was acting so strange, you couldn’t tell but someone across the bar had been eyeing you up since you came in

- You were walking back out when someone stopped you in the hallway “hi pretty/handsome” the man reeked of strong liquor and you tried to push past them but he caged you against the wall

- “it’s rude to ignore people, didnt nobody ever teach you any manners?” he started to slur, dropping his hand down to your body “Isse-“ you were cut off by his other hand covering your mouth

- You shoved him off of you, he looked angry, he was about to storm back towards you when a fist connected with his face, knocking him back into the wall behind him “don’t fucking touch them.”

- Issei spat at the man before grabbing you and pushing your head into his chest “i wasn’t, i don’t wanna touch a fatass like them anyway” this time it was hanamaki to punch him, knocking him to the ground

- He shook his fist “ah fuck, y/n, you okay?” you nodded, smiling at your friend before looking up at Matsukawa who was looking down at you concerned

- “i’m okay baby, really, thank you” he hummed “i’m never letting you out of my sight again, i knew he was looking at you...you know you’re perfect right? don’t listen to him.” you nodded again, burying your face into his chest

- “i know, let’s just go home mkay? you both need to get some ice on your hands” Issei smiled, kissing the top of your head before taking his jacket off and putting it on you

- After you’d iced hanamakis hand and said your goodbyes you were on the couch with Matsukawa “Issei what’s up baby?” he was scowling at the wall so you sat down beside him

- “i just don’t understand how he had the nerve, i mean what a fucking ass.” you hummed, tracing your fingers over the tattoo on his arm, knowing it calmed him down

- He pulled you into his lap so you were straddling him “you’re okay though right?” you pushed your thing in between his brows to make him stop frowning, “yes baby i’m fine! please stop stressing” you kissed his forehead and he sighed, burying his face in your chest

- “i love you, and your body” he squeezed you tighter into his embrace, mumbling into your chest and you stroked his hair “i love you too Issei, honestly you’re more worked up about this than me, let’s go to bed okay?” he hummed, standing up with your legs wrapped around his waist before carrying your to bed

- He collapsed onto the mattress, on top of you, cuddling back into your chest with your legs tangled as you fell asleep in each others arms.

Hanamaki “you don’t think i can lift you?”

- Hanamaki was on his way home from work, he had texted you many times but you didn’t answer, you were fast asleep on the couch with one of your favourite shows playing in the background

- He tried to call you to see if you wanted him to bring anything home but you still didn’t answer, he was slightly worried so he tried to get home faster

- When he entered the house he called out “y/n? i’m home” he moved further into the house, seeing you fast asleep in the couch and he smiled

- He brushed the hair out of your face before flicking your forehead “dumbass you shouldn’t fall asleep on the couch” you stirred in your sleep but didn’t fully wake up

- He lifted you up, carrying you to the bedroom before putting you under the covers. He went to take a shower hoping you’d wake up by the time he got out

- You woke up in your bed confused, you could’ve sworn you were on the couch, you figured you’d woken up and came to the bed to sleep

- The sound of the shower turning off alerted you to Hanamakis presence and you jumped out of bed “maki? hi love!” you kissed his cheek as he finished drying off his hair “hi, how was ur nap?” you smiled “good, didnt mean to sleep for so long, i haven’t made anything to eat”

- “it’s okay, your food sucks anyway” you stuck out your tongue as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, moving back into the bedroom “you look tired, c’mon i’ll carry you back to the couch while i check the fridge”

- you looked over at him confused before scoffing “yeah right” he looked over at you “what?” you raised your brow at him, gesturing your hands down your body before laughing softly

- He was quite offended to be honest “you don’t think i can lift you?” you looked over at him as if it was obvious before trying to exit the room.

- He ran over and pulled you into a hug from behind “excuse me, who do you think carries your sleepy ass from the couch to bed everytime you fall asleep watching your stupid shows?” you turned around in his hold “i walk?” he scoffed, you were serious?

- without warning he hoisted you up in his hold, smirking proudly at your flustered reaction “what were you saying about my big beefy muscles?” you rolled your eyes, tapping him to let you down, instead he began walked to the kitchen

- “maki put me down!” you tried to get out of his hold which earned you a slap on the ass “shhh, gosh i can’t even be a nice boyfriend!” he whined before putting you down on the couch

- “you’re welcome your highness” he bowed and you giggled “okay okay you can lift me” “hell yeah i can babe, these guns aren’t for show, plus, you’re a lot lighter than you think you are”

- you blushed at his words and he leaned in to kiss you sweetly “alright i’m checking the fridge, you can watch your show again but when i come back we’re watching something else okay?” you nodded before smiling, pulling Makis hoodie up to your nose and inhaling deeply

- You both settled into the couch and ate leftovers for dinner, talking about your days. After you finished you cleaned up before making your way back to the couch to settle in between Hanamakis legs

- You felt your eyelids growing heavy and you snuggled further into his chest before falling asleep. Maki felt your breathing slow and even out, he looked down and smiled at your sleeping face

- “i guess you’re making me do this again?” he sighed before pressing a kiss to your forehead, turning off the tv and slipping an arm under your legs and shoulders

- Once he carried you to bed for the second time that day he slipped under the covers with you, pulling you back into his chest and sighing “goodnight babe”

[thefanbasewhore]

Oh Baby, Baby

Summary || Reader wants a baby, Bucky thinks becoming the winter soldier destroyed any chance for that.

Warning/content || kinda sad in the beginning but HAPPY ENDING, small Drabble, crying etc. Slight breeding kink?, Suggestive, implied smut

Paring || Bucky Barnes x reader

A small smile twitches at the corners of pink, full lips. Stretching the chin of his cheeks, dimples appear under the fullness of coarse thick hair as he hears slow, sluggish foot steps decend the stairs.

There's already a mug of steaming, hot coffee poured on the opposite side of the counter. He smiles as she enters the kitchen, sweater paws curling around the cup to take a sip. Bucky continues chopping an onion, no doubt for the breakfast he has planned, the smell of bacon filling the kitchen.

"Good morning, doll."

She nears the counter, hip to hip as she lifts from her toes to press a kiss against his cheek. "Good morning Lover."

Placing her coffee back to its original spot, she begins to crack the eggs already set out and ready to go, adding some seasonings and cheese before signing. It catches Buck's attention, raising one eye brow to peer up at her. "Is something wrong honey?"

"I want a baby." The words cause the former soldier to freeze, visibly stiffening as his mouth drops ajar. He's stunned, completely frozen under the mercy of her words as the knife falls from his grasp and the counter.

"W-What?" The words are spread out, unsure as steel blue eyes search for meaning in her own, for the lie or joke, but there isn't one.

"I want a baby, Bucky."

The metal appendage of his pointer finger accompanies whirling and clicking of plates as it presses into the red henley, into the muscular swells of his chest. "With me?"

"Well typically wives do have babies with their husbands." The words silence him again rather quickly and it makes her blood cold. He's still frozen in one spot, the bacon in the pan continues to sizzle as he gulps rather loudly. His uncomfortable stance, sad eyes say it all. "You don't want to have a baby with me Bucky?"

"I'm a former assassin, was brain washed for 80 years, not to mention I'm 106 years old. Why would I?"

The words sting, a little harsher then intended but she gets it, bites her bottom lip and refuses to meet his gaze.

Bucky notices the change in body cues, shoulders dropping, lip quivering despite how hard she tries to hold it in. "Honey, I'm sorry, I didnt mean to -."

"No, no, it's fine." She denies as she turns towards the bedroom and dismisses Bucky's touches and words. "I understand, I'm going to go take a shower."

Despite the thick cloud of smoke from hot water and the high pressure through the facet, Bucky sighs hearing the still audible sobs, thanks to super hearing.

***

She doesn't expect him to be sitting on the bed as the thick, hot clouds follow behind her so she chooses to ignore him, walk past without a word. It was still too fresh, she didn't want to talk about it, ruin the chances of Bucky being happy.

This is what he wanted, to be retired, just the two of them on a 100 acre farm, no Hydra, no superhero stuff and of course now coming up on their one year anniversary of being married.

"Why are you ignoring me?" She curls her towel closer as his arms reach out to clasp around her wrists, pulling her between his legs, pressing his weight back into the bed. "Don't be like this."

"I'm not being anyway, just forget about it, I don't want to talk about it." She answers with a huff, despite her words shifts the weight of her hip into his lap. Fingers play with the short brunette's hair, curling the hair at the nape of his neck, trying to calm his pounding heart.

"well I do." He answers, "you're upset."

"Forget about it, Bucky." She presses a sad kiss against his jaw, "It doesn't matter."

"I didn't mean to say it like I did." Bucky explains, lips finding hers with soft pressed apologies, pressing their foreheads together. "It came out wrong, was just caught off guard, sweetheart. The last thing I wanted was to make you cry. I just never thought about it. In the 40's yes, I wanted that but now... I'm just starting to find myself."

"I know, I don't want you to feel bad about it. I understand Buck." Smaller, gentle fingers cup his face, slipping under his jaw until steel blue eyes meet her own. "I shouldn't have even said anything, it's not fair to you. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Stop that." He mumbles against her temple and nuzzles the tip of his nose into her hair, pressing a small kiss there. "It's not unfair, it's normal. I can't blame you for wanting to be normal. I'm anything but, I just don't understand why."

"Why what?"

"Why you would want someone like me. Trust me around our baby, I'm a brainwashed, one hundred year old man."

"Was." She corrected, "was a brainwashed, one hundred year old man, it's been years Buck. It didn't work when Zemo tried or anyone else."

Bucky pauses, eyes fluttering as if he's thinking, guilty eyes not meeting her own. He's filled to the brim with it, it's fiery and pumping throughout his body, warming to the core. She should have these things, a normal husband, not one that wakes up from nightmares every night. He should have been able to drop to his knees and taken her right on the kitchen floor the moment she asked for a baby but he's filled with hear. Absolutely guilt-smashed, tipsy with blurring vision as small tears burn his waterline.

"What if someone comes for me? Hurts it? Or even worse one day he comes back." The emphasis on he makes is heart breaking . The winter soldier still lurking deep inside of him, he can never be one hundred percent cured. The dark memories and nightmares make sure.

"Don't cry Buck, please don't cry. It's okay, it's okay, we don't need to have a baby." Hands cup his cheeks so delicately, like he's a porcelain doll, one of her favorite judging by how her eyes shine. Pressing soft kisses of reinsurance against his jugular, forehead and corners of his lips. "All I need is you."

"You should have normal things. I'm your husband, I should be able to give you this if anything." He argues, sliding her hips closer for she straddles his thighs. Big, strong arms wrap around her body, rest on the posterior surface of her hips. "I want you to have everything. You should have everything, you're so good to me."

"Hey, it's okay. I have you." The tip of his nose leaves a burning trail across the skin of her collarbone and up until he can lay a kiss behind her ear.

"But you got me thinking now...Imagining coming home with you all big bellied, filled with my baby." A gasp falling from her lips as he pushes his hips up into her, the thick line of his erection heavy against her inner thigh. "And I agree, this farm is way too big for the two of us."

"Don't do this just because -."

He silences her with a deep, meaningful kiss, whispering against her lips. "I need to stop letting my old life hold me back. I've always wanted kids, I've always wanted a family." He pauses with another deep press of his lips. "I can't let my fear hold me back. There's nothing I want more then to have a baby with you."

A loud squeal fills the room as Bucky stands up, making sure her arms and legs are wrapped securely around his neck and waist. He nibbles at her skin and ear with a playful laugh, hands falling to cup the round swells of her ass. Her back hits the bed with a 'ooof' and Bucky is pulling the towel away with one swift movement. "Cmere, time to work on making you a mommy."

[sparring-spirals]

“i can wait no longer” TLOVM liveblog s1 ep 10 time!! :O

me, initially: hey percy is this a bad idea- me, after watching the flashback: no no keyleth, he has a point.

this is very besides the point to the intense “should we kill her” discussion but i forgot Pike wasn’t ACTUALLY there so having her glowing like a little lantern in the group shot was kind of hilarious

OKAY but also, the little cut to the entire group (sans Vax/Cass) after Percy says “then she dies.” is very very nice, everyone has different expressions with varying levels of concern and fear and determination, and its good.

“gotta deal with this smoke thing man, its getting real fucked up” “not this again” says percy with exasperation, as though its a “stop leaving toilet seat up” argument vs “you are LITERALLY leaking smoke and getting SUPER merciless towards people at the randomest moments” argument. listen,,,, percy,,,,,,

me: oh pike is gonna take a look thats nice :) orthax: burning ball of flame almost entirely consuming percy. me: oh. okay, less nice. kind of alarming, actually.

dramatic effect important but also YOU ALL ARE SNEAKING INTO A CASTLE, PLEASE STOP YELLING

 “your concerns are appreciated, truly, but-” “as soon as this is over i will sort it out” yeah i can see why he and vex pair well huh

again- the cutbacks to the group shots when percy is doing His Thing are so good, each individual has their own expressions that make sense. also like the one shot where vex and vax have the same look of 🤨

zipper-twat indeed. 

“it all makes sense” “it does?” “no not really” me at work

“i don’t trust a word she says” “then trust... me.” listen I know they’ve been real busy but like. have they actually questioned Cass yet. Or was it a “been a rough couple of years, i remember nothing” and an “ah thats rough, makes sense”? I somewhat doubt that Vex would hold back on interrogation just for that, (although it IS Percy’s sister so....)

*Stares at shot of Percy and Ripley* narrative parallels....? naaaarrative parallelssss? also! “you’re at the bottom of my list” HEY i know that line

man i really go “aw they’re gonna die” every time i see a large cluster of civilians now. woof.

“i know who i am now.” “well duh, you’re my best friend. except now, YOU GLOW IN THE DARK.” look no one fully prepared me for how much I was gonna love pike and grog together, holy shit

ahh.... siblings. the interaction of vex/vax right before percy/cass.... mmm.

well, we had ancestor-ash-eating in episode 4, might as well go right to ancestor killing.

AND no one told me about how good the Grog Vax dynamic was either :D

“i don’t trust her” “you don’t trust anyone” “well... except you.” “funny way of showing it sometimes” oh? OH??? OHH?????????? *shakes the twins* OH???

yeah THANKS KEYLETH (love you keyleth)

oh. that doesn’t seem good.

OH. THAT DOESN’T SEEM GOOD EITHER.

THIS IS ACTUALLY VERY NOT IDEAL, I THINK.

Vax is really getting Yasha’ed by the Briarwood mind control huh (Yasha’ed means Not Doing Good On Wis Saves, love u yasha)

s...siblings........ sib lin gs... separated..... nice. :D (i mean, VERY bad, but like, nice, you know)

“Oh, an acid trap. REAL FUCKING ORIGINAL” pike ilu and also same

“anyone have a plan?” “Vex?” Vex, currently dealing with 3 billion emotions and a Severe Lack Of Vax, cursing how she made herself de-factor leader: “WHY are you looking at me” *turns to the other person being shell shocked by a sibling betrayal* “percy? a little help?” 10/10, everybody.

im joking but also i guess “stop the acid” and “stay out of the acid” are really the most solid plans in the room, so she’s still doing a great job

“cmere. you noodle” someone use that on me the next time i suffer a great betrayal and stop responding

grog jumping in acid for his friends.... pike healing him immediately... percy needing to team up with ripley.... scanlan shredding away...... <3

also grogs eyes must be BURNING, my god

*chants* TEAM UPS TEAM UPS TEAM UPS

1 - grog has a nickname for his dick (And balls?)  2- pike knows it and uses it with full familiarity. :D

ziggurat.... big.

overall:

ORGh i love 1- narrative parallels and 2- Vox Machina working together and we got BOTH in this episode in spades, i feel very lucky.

Really though, the parallels clearly drawn between Vex/Vax and the Percy/Cass were iiiinteresting, and along with that, the Percy/Ripley lines. hmmmm.

anyway im so *vibrates about the twins*

Big fan of the way they would cut to the group shots in this ep, each character clearly reacting differently to Percy’s state, and it shows.

I still think that the more extended/dramatic speeches don’t hit quite the same way as some of the standalone lines, but it’s hard to say if that’s a thing of writing or delivery or just me being a menace about Speeches(tm), especially in a more heavily scripted format like this. The speeches still hit hard! But I’m still favoring the little throwaway/background banter kind of lines atm.

scanlan BEING the background music for the acid trap sequence was eeeexcellent. :D