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cyyfics · 1 year ago

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I LOVED your Simon headcannons!!! Could I request gender neutral reader giving Simon a Blowjob? I just generally imagine him all whiny and needy. Like he gets an involuntary erection and the reader helps him out <33

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Accidents Happen

Pairing: !Simon Petrikov x GN! reader

C! Warning(s): NSFW!, blowjobs, overstimulation, hair pulling, something else idk how to describe??? Like ur like idk, sort of spit/saliva kink, gagging, throat fucking sort of, sort of choking tbh

Synopsis: you and your best friend Simon were just lounging around on the couch on a hot summers day, who knew it would end like this?

Pronoun stuff: ur genitals aren’t mentioned like at all except for maybe one line and it’s pretty gender neutral

Note: ur the one being more dominant and harsh to him in this story, just letting u guys know Cus like ik some ppl don’t like top! readers ???

Also sorry for the Wattpad words 😨

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Your day started out like normal, you were simply lying in bed with your leg draped off the side lazily; that was until you got a knock on your door. Planning to stay lazy, you stayed in bed for a little longer not planning to get up. ‘If it’s really that important, they’ll find a way to get to me..’ you thought to yourself as you neglected the person at the door.

“Y/n!” You perked up as you heard your name being called, the sound of a familiar voice ringing through your head “shit, it’s Simon!” You scrambled to get up from your cozy bed to go help him at the door. Your footsteps were heard from outside the house at how fast you were running down the hallway, Simon stared at your front door with a bead of sweat upon his eyebrow as he heard you coming.

Finally, you had opened up the door for him. He was standing there with one of his arms sheepishly rubbing at his elbow, “Simon! What’re you doing here? Not that I mind, but I thought you would’ve texted first..” you crossed your arms and squinted at him. “I’m sorry, it’s just that I was in the area and thought about seeing you.” Simon apologised, the sentence actually sounding pretty sweet to you. “You’re drenched in sweat, did you run here or something?” You chuckled to yourself a little as you looked him up and down.

“No. Just walked. The heat is horrible out there.” Simon huffed and leaned against the wall, you cocked an eyebrow at him “You sure you’re not just exaggerating? I know your body temperature hasn’t been the same since ic-“ Simon cuts you off. He doesn’t wanna hear the name, doesn’t wanna remember any of that. “No. It really is hot out there. I saw a candy girl and she was literally melting!” Simon exclaimed.

You found it kinda cute, but not in a weird way, you told yourself. “You can sit in front of the fan if you want, just turn it on over there.” You pointed towards the fan that was set up in the corner of your living room “..Why do you have a fan out here?” Simon irked at you “..Because it gets hot in the living room? Duh.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him and gave a weird look. “..Right then.” Simon switched the fan on and immediately started to lay down on your couch.

“Oh, and now you’re just stealing my couch. How thoughtful.” You walked over to join him and found that he had left you little room to sit down, “Yes I am actually quite thoughtful- thank you for seeing that prince/ss” Simon chuckled to himself before moving a bit on the couch. “That’s still not leaving me a lot of room, Simon.” You deadpanned at him “Come lay on me then, I don’t mind.” He invited you over to him. It wouldn’t be weird, you told yourself, you and him had cuddled or laid with each other before, it’s what best friends do.

You hesitantly crawled up to him on the couch, resting your head on his shoulder awkwardly. “Isn’t this only gonna make you feel more hot?” You asked him “Probably.” Simon didn’t really care though since he had the fan turned on him. As you laid there on top of him, Simon moved one of his arms to wrap around you- to make sure you don’t suddenly fall off the couch or something, obviously..

The TV was switched on and before long the two of you were watching bad movies and junk. It was like any other day, that’s how it started. The two of you would always just be hanging out doing random things, sometimes it’d be things even like just standing in the same room together. You two just enjoyed each other’s presence. “Oh, this is a boring movie. I preferred the book much better.” Simon giggled into his hand, you couldn’t help smiling and giggling back at him.

Just as the two of you became engulfed in whatever garbage you were watching, you suddenly felt the air in the room go stagnant. Something was off, and you didn’t exactly know what yet. That was until you felt something ‘weird’ and ‘foreign’ pressing up against your lower back, you weren’t sure what it was at first but you got an idea when you moved your hips back a little and felt Simon tense up. You stayed still for a bit, seeing if he was going to say anything, possibly something like ‘Y/n don’t do that that’s my crotch’ or ‘I’m sorry that I’ve accidentally got a boner let’s just ignore it’

He said nothing, and neither did you. But you were ever so curious to find out if he would eventually say something, to confirm your theory you had to test it. You ground your hips back against his front, making the man involuntarily twitch for just a moment. You didn’t miss it, with the way his arm around you tensed up. “Something wrong?” You turned over your shoulder to ask him, looking up at his now slightly flustered face “N-No, why would something be wrong? Nothings wrong.” Simon stammered out.

“Oh, okay then.” You turn your head away to focus back on the TV but just as you do you feel his hand that was holding your side slightly grip you a little tighter, sending this tingling sensation down your body. You still didn’t dare say anything, wondering where this may be leading to. Simon pulled you a little closer to him, you were flush against him, he tried to do it slowly in hopes maybe you wouldn’t notice but you did. “Simon.” You spoke “Hm?” He tried to act as if he had no idea that you knew what he was doing.

“Why did you-“ he cuts you off “Why did I what?” You furrow your eyebrows at him “pull me closer.” You finish “I didn’t do that.” He lies to you, and yet his fingers grasp onto the fabric of your shirt to hold you a little tighter. You roll your eyes at him, simply deciding to mess with him now at this point. You shifted in your place a bit, your ass now rubbing right against his hard on. It’s a little more obvious now what you’re doing, and Simon ends up realising that just as he releases a soft moan.

The sound reaches your ears, making your cheeks flush. You weren’t expecting a moan, nor one this cute. You tease up a little, turning your head to look up at his face- which was already looking down at you with a slight annoyance. Yet, he had the most adorable flustered looking face you’d ever seen. “Y/n!” Simon exclaims “yeeeeesssss?” You draw it out, you weren’t worried about him being upset with you since you knew the man and that he wasn’t actually mad or upset. “Are you doing that on purpose?” He narrows his eyes at you “doing what?” You bat your eyelashes at him innocently.

“You know what.” Simon spits flusteredly, his cheeks a bright red colour. “Do I?” You turn your head back around, moving your hips against him again. “So you are!” Simon squeals in embarrassment “you are doing this on purpose!” Simon huffs “No clue what you’re talking about Simon.” You pretend to yawn “Right. So you aren’t rubbing your butt up against me on purpose?” Simon deadpanned at you “Where would you get such an idea?” You asked him trying not to laugh.

“From this.” He gently moves you off of him a little and shows you the growing erection showing through his pants, from what you could see he already looked pretty big actually. You looked down at him with widened eyes, licking your lips that had suddenly become dry, still trying to tell yourself that you only see this man as a friend. “Christ, Looks painful.” You swore under your breath, feeling suddenly sorry for this poor man.

“It is.” His cock was strained against his tightened pants, begging to be freed. “And you’re telling me, I did that?” Your tone switched up at the end there which told him that you weren’t innocent at all, not that he thought you were. “.. yes, I guess you did!” Simon turned his head away from you in annoyance. You didn’t say a word, only turning over to face him now. Your hand slowly slid down to find its way to his clothed erection, stroking him gently with your fingertips.

“Y-Y/n!” Simon gasped softly as you touched him, your hand brushing up against his aching cock. “Yeah? What’s up, Simon? What’s wrong?” You asked him ‘innocently’ even as your hand kept stroking at his clothed dick “you’re touching my-“ he gulped nervously. “This okay?” You cut him off to ask him “yes.” Simon replied a little quickly. Simon was panting under your touch now, trying to fight his urges as his hips slowly grind themselves up against your hand.

“Get it out for me, please.”

Simon didn’t hesitate as he started to undo his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the floor. He then unbuttoned his pants, zipped them down, and tugged them down to his thighs. He then slid his underwear down enough to reveal his length “fuck..” you muttered out quietly as you eyed his erection in its full glory. He was actually surprisingly long, and he was curved. “What’re you gonn-“ Simon bit back his words as he felt you suddenly move your head down to kiss at his tip.

Simon loved it, he couldn’t lie. His eyes were watching you with such content and desire, he could watch you sit and kiss his cock all day. (Not really, if you did that he’d probably get super overstimulated and cum all over your lips and face.) You slowly parted your lips, letting your tongue drag along his slit before moving your head and licking a long line down his shaft. “A-ah..” Simon whined out as you started to lick at him, teasing him before you got to the main bit.

In all honesty Simon could’ve came right then and there, because just seeing you like that in a lewd state made his mind start reeling. Simon whined impatiently, covering his mouth with a hand, his hips jerking up against your touch. You took that as a sign and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around him as you took him down your throat. There was a slight sting as you felt him take up the room down your throat, making it hard for you to breathe at all. You still tried your best though, moving your head up and down along his cock.

Simon couldn’t stop his greedy self, his hips grinding up against your face, one of his hands grabbing at your hair gently. He wasn’t pulling you or anything, only tangling his fingers in your hair as you sucked him dry. Your mouth was filling up with saliva as you took him down your throat, You don’t stop sucking him off though, instead letting a bit of saliva dribble down your chin. Simon was covered in your spit too, a bit of it starting to cover his thighs. It was a hot sight to see actually.

Simon moaned loudly, his hand that was tangled in your hair now grabbing it slightly tighter. You kept going, your tongue resting against the bottom of your mouth as he basically face fucked you. His hips were grinding against your face and his hand in your hair was slightly pushing you down against him too. It wasn’t long before he ended up cumming, hot bitter liquid pooling down your throat.

You had to swallow it, not sure you could even spit it up with the way it naturally sunk down your throat. Simon pulled out slowly, your tongue sticking out a little still covered in a bit of his cum. You put your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed it, the sight was a real pretty thing to see. Simon now felt a bit exhausted, panting as he laid back on the couch. You giggled at his cute mannerisms, before leaning back down and kissing at the head of his dick to overstimulate him.

It was just to tease him though, wanting to see more of his cute faces. Simon clenched his eyes and used a hand over his mouth to muffle a loud moan that had escaped him. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” You gave him mercy and sat up, allowing him to put himself away. “T-That felt really.. good” Simon admitted.

“I liked it too.”

#fionna and cake smut #fionna and cake x reader smut #fionna and cake x reader #fionna and cake #simon petrikov smut #simon petrikov x reader smut #simon petrikov x reader #simon petrikov #adventure time smut #adventure time x reader smut

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khyys · 2 months ago

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“As dense as a Rock”

wrd count: 2457

contents: MAJOR TW MAJOR TW farleigh x fem!reader,, everyone depicted in this fic is over the age of 18, heavy swearing, saltburn spoilers, bullying, slutshaming question mark, 1st & 2nd divider creds : @/elryisia. 3rd line divider creds: @/targaryen-dynasty

a/n: this account has been through so many changes, but it feels good to finally get something out. I loved saltburn and farleigh’s character (archie madekwe). if this gets some love, I’ll write some more!

You’d walked around the estate so many times, you were starting to memorize the layout. You even began to whisper ‘Hi, Mrs. Catton’ every time you walked by her supposed spirit. You really made yourself at home in Saltburn, ever since Felix invited you. You couldn’t really recall what he said when you asked why, but you didn’t care. This summer was supposed to be unlike any other for you. You were far from home, and you needed the getaway. This was just that.

You roamed the halls, examining each historic object. You often had to look around and ensure Duncan wouldn’t sneak up on you. He was known for that, but you couldn’t stand it. It made you feel uneasy, despite the family having been so kind to you upon your arrival. Felix’s mother had taken a liking, you oftentimes helped out his father, and you and Venetia had become attached at the hip it seemed. It was incomparable to your American household. Your life wasn’t horrible, but it was nothing compared to Saltburn. Wearing a dress and heels to play tennis and drink booze was not something you did back home, but you loved the thrill.

You walked about for a few more moments, before noticing the time on the clock. It was near time for dinner and you really wanted to look your best. You recalled receiving a dress from Elspeth. She’d said you looked ravishing in it, but you were most likely zoned out. All you recall is Elspeth having the maids press and tailor it perfectly so that it accentuates your figure.

You traversed the corridors, whistling softly. That was until you felt a rough grab on your arm. You wanted to scream, but only a gasp escaped. An angered hiss accompanied with a hand rushing to cradle your elbow that was impacted by the door frame. At first, you imagined it would’ve been Felix, but it couldn’t have been. Not with eyes like those ones.

He didn’t pay that much attention to you, or so you thought. He towered over you, with a large grin. His hair was slightly covering his eyes, and only for a moment did all the anger leave your body. But only for a moment.

“Look what I caught~”, Farleigh taunted, hooking a finger beneath your chin. You immediately turned your head, maintaining your look of displeasure for his actions. It was difficult, but you managed something of a pissed off expression.

You glanced down at your elbow, and sighed before meeting his gaze again.

“Fucking hell, Farleigh.. What’s your deal?!”, you scowled. Your brows furrowed, but he seemed amused by it. He always did like the little wrinkle between your eyebrows every time he’d piss you off. It was something he seemed to look forward to. Something he enjoyed all too much.

You couldn’t be mad for long, not with that smile. His smile was too cute for you to hate.

“Aww, I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”, and then he looked down at your elbow. He gave an exaggerated pout, and tilted his head. Not to mention that stupid, poked-out lip. Seriously, how stupid and cute could he look at the same time? “Do you want me to kiss your boo boo and make it all better?

The way he spoke reminded you of how your family would talk down to you, or the boys back home would constantly drink a hot cup of condescending bullshit every morning, just to piss you off. Luckily, your tolerance for any of it was little to none.

“How’s about you kiss my ass?”, you snapped quickly. You hadn’t realized just how close he had been until you took a deep breath and inhaled the fresh scent of Egyptian Musk. You didn’t want to be bothered with his shenanigans. Especially not this close to dinner time. “Hell do you want, Farleigh..? I need to get ready for dinner.”

“Don’t be so harsh, Y/N, I just wanted to talk to you. Come. Sit.”, he strides from you to his bed, and gestured for you to sit beside him.

You knew better than to sit anywhere with Farleigh. It seemed like every girl that was simply within 5 steps of Farleigh had either slept with him, made out with him, lined up with him, or all three. You wish you had done two out of the three.

“I’ll stand.”, you spoke while rubbing your elbow. The tingling began to start and you only took a step or two away from the door, leaning on a nearby dresser.

Farleigh stared at you from the bed and glanced out the nearby window, dragging out a sigh. He was silent for a moment, and for that moment, he looked like a guy. A handsome one with even skin, gorgeous hair, a wonderful smile. His voice made your heart skip one too many beats at a time, but it’s his words that always seemed to ruin everything.

“Why are you here, Y/N?”, he asked in a low tone. He turned his attention back to you, with a sort of expectant look, like he was waiting for you to say something specific.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean? What did he mean, why were you here? Because Felix invited you, that’s why! But that’s not his business. Even if he was the reason, what’s it to him? Nevertheless, you glared at him from where you stood.

“That’s not your business.”

“Isn’t it? You befriend my distant cousin and his family, who already see you as a second daughter. You and Ven, painting your nails and walking around the front lawn with your matching see-through nightgowns. And don’t get me started on you helping with Uncle’s work? You are such a suck up, Y/N… I could read you like a bad magazine.”

What a creep.. How hard was he watching you? He must’ve been watching long because you only helped Mr. Catton every other Sunday, and you and Venetia simply related on a deeper level. You were never a smoker, but you started a social habit. Was Farleigh bothered by the fact that you were warming up to his distant family? Was he feeling left out or something?

“So you’re a stalker? What’s next? You wanna drink my fucking bath water, you freak?”

Farleigh was always entertained by getting a reaction out of people, especially you. Your temper was short and easy to tick sometimes, which only made the show better for him. He laughed and crossed his legs, leaning back slightly. His head tilted back and his curled bounced beneath the rays of the lowering sun.

He was seriously laughing about this? Laughing about watching you so attentively that he could notice the material of your nightgowns or realize where you disappeared for like five hours of every other Sunday. You couldn’t deny that you did enjoy the attention. Venetia was right, those dresses did exactly as intended. Venetia saw how you would glance at Farleigh or look for him like a lost puppy in your free time, she was the only person who knew. You made her promise not to tell a soul, but she promised to make sure he noticed you more by the end of the summer. And by the ghost of Felix’s grandmother, he was practically a certified professional. He knew everything.

You hid your smile, and masked it with a look of displeasure. You planned to squeal about it to Venetia that night whilst you and her walked about the front lawn on your matching nightgowns… right below Farleigh’s window.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N… Be real for once! You know exactly what I mean! You’re a fucking suck up and the only reason you’re doing it, is to get to Felix! You’re like every other bitch at Oxford! You want to fuck him, be his new favorite toy, and then try your best to stay with him… Really, you’re pathetic!”

You closed your eyes, trying to process the words he said to you. Suck up. Every other bitch. Fuck Felix… Pathetic?! Either he was high off of his ass or truly needed a rise out of you.

“Did you just call me a slut, you prick?”

“If the shoe fits, honey..”

“Fuck you.”, were the last words you muttered to him before you turned away and left Farleigh’s bedroom, slamming the door behind yourself and quickly going further down the hall, to your bedroom.

You closed the door behind yourself, and sighed. You pressed your forehead against the wooden engravings of the door, and locked it. That was.. tense. Unnecessarily tense, at that. He could always be crass, but out right calling you a slut didn’t seem like his forte. At least, it didn’t seem to be, but what did you know? You just wanted to fuck Felix, right? Farleigh was many things but he wasn’t stupid, there was no way he could’ve been that oblivious to what you’ve been doing…

“Ahem.”, a familiar voice said from your bed. You wondered why it smelled like roses, perfume, and smoke.

“Ah.. Ven, hey. I- uh.. Wha-… Fuck. What are you doing here?”, you asked and pulled your cardigan off, being only left in a bra.

You walked over and sat beside her, whilst she turned and rested her legs atop your lap. You rested your arms over them, and glanced over to which she handed you the lit cigarette in between her sloppily painted nails.

“Well… I was going to ask if you knew what you were gonna wear tonight ‘cuz I wanted to match, but you weren’t here so I thought I’d just wait. What took you?”

You gulped slightly, and sighed whilst allowing the smoke to seep out of your nostrils. You maneuvered the white stick in your hands, while trying to figure out how to word it. He called you a slut? He called you pathetic?

“I.. was in Farleigh’s…”

You blew the smoke from your lips and nose, before handing the cigarette back to her. To which, she laughed and wrapped an arm around you.

“What?! Oh em fuck, tell me everything! Did you guys kiss, make out, make plans for later~?”

You laughed at Venetia’s response, but it had you thinking. You wish that was the case, but it wasn’t. He had everything totally out of line. He believed that you wanted Felix, and you still didn’t have the right mind to just come out and tell him that it was him you wanted… You made a slight face of disappointment and shook your head to which Venetia cooked and held your face comfortingly.

A few seconds later, you hear a small knock at the door.

“Excuse me! Y/N, are you in there? I’ve got your dress pressed out for you!”, a meek voice called out.

It was one of the handmaids. You weren’t really supposed to see her, but you were able to catch her once. When you did, you asked her to be more.. friendly with you. To appear more, and whilst she was hesitant, she did it nonetheless.

“Come in!”, you called back.

She opened the door, to reveal a dark red dress concealed by a plastic dress bag. The small woman opened your closet door and hung it upon a hook that was screwed into the door.

“It’s perfect! Thank yo-“, you started, but before you could finish your sentence, she had scrambled off, and out the door, making you and Venetia giggle.

“What happened then?”

You sighed, before taking and handing back the cigarette.

”He caught me off guard, and pulled me into his room. He said he wanted to talk, but then he asked why I was here! Fuck, Venetia! He said I wanted to fuck Felix! Are you fucking kidding me?! All this just for him to think it was fucking Felix, of all people!”

Venetia snickered and wrapped her arm around you, whilst she hummed, blowing out more of the smoke. The small white paper was stained with her red lip stain.

“Farleigh’s not that aware of… uhhh… cues? He’s dumb, like super socially stupid! I literally do not get what you see in someone who’s that fucking moronic.” Venetia chuckled to which you let out a soft sigh, filled with disappointment.

Venetia got up and planted a small peck on your nose and got up from her place, patting your thigh. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!! Gotta get ready!” She smiled and winked, before leaving your bedroom and closing the door behind her.

You waved and sighed as you sat on the bed, pondering about your conversation with him. You weren’t even really processing anything. You kept going back to his hair, his eyes, his scent, and that stupid playful personality that made you want to kick him, but then pull him right back in for a kiss. You’d have to fangirl later though, dinner was in an hour and a half.

It never took you long to get dressed. You wore light makeup, did your hair, and chose a few golden accessories. Something that would really please Elspeth. Damn, were you actually sucking up to her? You loved gold. You admired the way the shining bracelets adorned your wrist, and smiled. You felt so pretty. But you were starting to prove Farleigh’s point. It was a stupid point, but valid, nonetheless.

You stood in the mirror, adjusting your dress to perfection and ensuring you look just as Elspeth said you would. Ravishing. You touched up your make-up and teased your hair, until it was just as you liked.

“Y/N? Have you dressed? Mr. And Mrs. Catton are awaiting you and young Farleigh.”, a monotone voice of seriousness shot through your doors.

“Yes, Duncan. I’m ready. I’ll be out in just a minute!”

“Very well…”, was said before you hear the sound of sharp steps being made away from your door.

You truly didn’t have much to do before you finally considered yourself ready for dinner. The rule was dress up, which included a small bag for you. So you stuffed lipstick, a powder pallet, a highlighter, and lip gloss into the bag.

A final check was made before you finally went your bedroom door, and you were met with a fine surprise.

“Oh? Was someone happy to see me?”

Your eyes went wide while Farleigh stood there with his fist up, assuming he didn’t even get a chance to knock.

“Shut up, Farleigh. Why aren’t you at dinner? You’ll be late, waiting on me.”, you scowled once more, that little wrinkle he enjoyed seeing becoming prominent.

“Actually, I wanted to walk with you again. After dinner.”

THE END.

#saltburn #writers #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #fanfic #farleigh start #farleigh saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh x you #archie madekwe #venetia catton #felix catton #i love him

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alaskan-wallflower · 5 months ago

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Your swings hc was adorable, do you have anymore hcs about what the gang (all) were like as kids? 😁 sorry I’m asking for sm today my own brain doesn’t feel like working 😭🎞️

Of course!! And PLEASE don’t apologize :(( I LOVE answering things like this!! <3

Darry was absolutely the fattest fucking baby you’ve ever seen and you wouldn’t even know it by looking at him now

He also hates looking at baby pictures of himself

Soda came out with a full head of hair and they used to joke that was the first thing he ever used his head for

His hair was the finest most light shade of blonde ever. Mr. and Mrs. Curtis would’ve thought he had albinism from his light his hair was (it darkened later tho)

Pony was absolutely the cutest baby though. If he looks at baby pictures he’ll kinda just wrinkle his nose but he had the biggest eyes ever and he was always giggling

Teh first time Darry held either of his brothers he cried (they both hold this close to their hearts when Darry is working hard)

Johnny was actually a really cute baby. He was just really tiny and frail honestly. They thought he wasn’t gonna make it because Mrs. and Mr. Cade did NOT take good care of him in the womb.

As a result he kinda had a lot of physical issues and would’ve probably needed PT and OT (Mr. and Mrs. Curtis help him out with this honestly)

Johnny and Soda actually became friends before he met anyone else because Soda kinda took him under his wing because he and Steve noticed Johnny was alone at recess one day and he was just like “hey you wanna come and play with us?? :)”

Pony and Johnny met at the park one day when Soda invited Johnny over and IMMEDIATELY y clicked

When Pony and Johnny got closer Soda used to fake cry and say “they grow up so fast…”

Additionally when Pony was born Soda tried to roughhouse with him a lot (because he kinda had really bad impulse issues as a kid) and the Curtis parents had to sit him down and tell him Pony was really fragile and they couldn’t roughhouse like he does with Darry and if he hurts Pony then he won’t ever be able to play with him again

They said something like “do you want something bad to happen to him?” and he started crying and kept saying no over and over (poor baby :( )

Darry was always kinda the unofficial ��leader” since he was the oldest

Darry and Two Bit actually got along really well because they were kinda opposites (even tho Two is 2 years younger than Darry)

So they kinda had their duo, Steve and Soda had each other and Johnny and Pony had each other

Steve and Soda had been friends since they were born. Steve used to hold the fact he was six months older than Soda over his head.

“Why can’t I be the red car?” “Because I said so!” “That doesn’t count!” “Well I’m idle so I get first pick!”

let’s be real they still do shit like this

Dally came into the picture when Darry was around 14 or so and immediately he thought Dally would hurt his brothers and he told them to stay away from them

Dally actually stuck up for Pony and Johnny one day at lunch against some older Socs and they thought he was absolutely awesome

Ever since Darry has begrudgingly allowed Dally in the group but the longer time went on the longer things became smoother

Sofa kept a scrapbook and absolutely cries whenever he looks at it (he most looks at it when Darry and Pony fight and it makes him sad to remember all the times they used to get along)

The three get their appetites from Mr. Curtis. The first thing Soda did when he came out of the womb was cry because he was hungry and Pony would cry almost all day because he was hungry

Mrs. Curtis hated seeing little Johnny come over after a bad night with his parents because he looked so sad and so beat up and his tummy was rumbling and she just felt so horrible for him. So she patched him up and kissed over his injuries. He misses her every single day because of this

Dally was kinda surprisingly rude to the Curtis parents teh first time he met them (Darry kept sending him death glares) but Mrs. Curtis took no shit. And Dally actually shaped up because of this. He was so used to everyone just taking his shit and she didn’t. It made him respect her.

I think that’s all i got for now!! i may need to make a part 2 because I can’t think of any yet haha

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #darry curtis #dallas winston #johnny cade #two bit mathews #steve randle

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antennaed-shidou · 10 months ago

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☃︎ Micheal Kaiser x f! reader

☃︎ Warning: not prof-read,

☃︎ Misc: Word Count: 1k+ 12 days of Christmas special with the Blue Lock Boys. 7/12 days with the one and only Micheal Kaiser. Hope you enjoy it.

☃︎ In which you lived far away from your husband.

It’s been a difficult past few months. Kaiser was in Germany while {Y/n} was back in France with her family. She traveled back home around November for the holidays. She was going to fly back to Germany in December to spend time with her husband, but there were a lot of delays, and {Y/n} parents were worried for her to go home.

“I know. Hopefully, I’ll be back before Christmas. I wanna see you open your gifts.” {Y/n} was on Facetime with Kaiser on her bed.

A smile appeared on the male's face when he saw his wife smile. “Yeah if only you would’ve driven your car,” He teased his wife. He chuckled when he saw her reaction. She was always cute.

“First off the weather is horrible and you know my parents wouldn’t let me drive. Second, it’s a long ass drive. And Third it’s not like we are poor so live with it.” She flipped him off which made him laugh.

“Whatever you say, darling.”

The two of them talked all night. They even fell asleep on the phone with each other. {Y/n}’s brother even had to tell them to be quiet some times in the night. {Y/n}’s sister was even annoyed at their brother for interrupting the happily married couple. He was just jealous he was still single.

Next Morning ———

Anna was making breakfast for her family. She was making a simple breakfast that they all liked. The family could be picky at times. So Anna had to work around what is the best type of food to make for the holidays. But now it was easy since more of the family was about of the house.

{Y/n} was the first sibling to wake up. She walks into the kitchen and sees her mother cooking up some breakfast. It was nice since {Y/n} didn’t have to wake up early and cook like she does at home for Kaiser. It was her mom that had to wake up early and cook breakfast for the family. That was nice about going home for the holidays.

Kaiser was lying in bed still not feeling any energy. Even though it’s been about a month. It still felt weird to Kaiser without his wife by his side in the morning. He didn’t want to get up, so he didn’t get up. He lay in bed for a while up until 1:00 pm.

The only reason he did wake up was because he heard his phone ring. Kaiser turned over to see {Y/n} was the one calling.

“Hey babe. What have you been up to?” {Y/n} happily said.

“Just woke up, meine Dame,” Kaiser's voice was groggy and deep. It was lovely to hear from {Y/n}.

“I can tell, Mein Mann,” She teased. “I just wish I was home with you right now.”

“Me too,” Kaiser added moving his phone to the other ear. “Maybe you should steal your parent's plane.”

She sarcastically laughed, “Ha ha you are so funny, babe.”

“I know I am,” he prided himself.

“Then you’re lucky I love you, Micheal Kaiser.”

“No, I’m lucky to have married you,” He kissed at his phone. He heard a kiss sound back.

{Y/n} kept on talking and talking. She was hearing ruffling and soft nosing in the background. She ignored the noses at first thinking he was messing with the blankets and or she was hearing things. She couldn’t ignore the sound anymore when she heard her husband breathing loudly. “What the hell are you doing, babe?” She finally questioned irritated and wanting an answer as it had been going on for a while.

“Nothing for you to worry about. Just keep talking,” He voiced just barely and breathy.

They talked– Well {Y/n} mostly talked while she could hear Kasier beath and moan through the mic. They talked most of the day and never did she hear him stop. He did say a few words but they weren’t as coherent as hers. They hung up when {Y/n} had to go eat dinner with her family. Kaiser tried to get her to stay bc she did have earbuds. But she couldn’t.

Christmas went by faster than they both thought. Now they were on the phone opening each other's gifts. There were a few questionable items. But hey they were married and it was normal if it was gifts or not. The rest of the items were sweet though. The sad thing about the call was {Y/n} had no news about when she was coming home.

“Do your parents not like it when you speak German?” Kaiser asked opening another gift. He wasn’t too much paying attention the the gift but rather his attention was on his wife.

“They don’t hate it, but they don’t like it when I speak German either. But they can’t say anything bc it’s my second language. I don’t say anything when Linse speaks Hindi, no one does.” The female shrugged her shoulder. If they were going to say something to her why not say it to her sister as well?

Kaiser nodded his head. He opened the box. He pulled out the item with a thin lip smile, “Wow your mom is so creative.”

“You will wear it when you see my family again and when they visit. You’re going to appreciate that sweater.” {Y/n} raised her brow along with her voice.

“Sure I promise.” He was sarcastic even when putting the sweater down.

The day went by fast, along with the week. And the next thing it was already New Year's and this is the first year. They weren’t by each other side. Though they were calling each other on the phone so they weren’t completely apart.

“Ready for the countdown?” Kaiser says looking up at the big clock.

“Yeah, ready more than ever,” {Y/n} says looking up and down at her phone while pushing through a crowd.

“Without me?” He teased.

“Do you want me to hang up?” She stood still holding the phone.

“No, this is fine for this year, Meine Dame.”

“5!” A crowd of people shouted looking at the big clock. It was hard for people on their phones to hear the other person.

“4!”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

The crowd got louder and more cheerful.

“0!”

“Happy New Year!” People shouted. Some people kiss their loved ones and hug friends and family.

Kaiser stood where he was looking at his phone with a smile on his face, “Happy New Year, meine Dame.” As he was talking he felt a light tap on her shoulder. He turned around mouth dropped to the floor.

“Happy New Year to you too, Mein Mann”

Kaiser pulled his wife closer in for a kiss. It was a deep passionate kiss like it was his last kiss on earth with {Y/n}. It was like she was gone for years though it was only about two months. Kaiser missed his wife so much that he didn’t want to let go of the kiss. He went deeper and deeper into the kiss.

This was a way to start the New Year. With his beautiful wife in his hand kiss her like the last thing on earth. He loved her so goddamn much and it showed. Kaiser finally broke the kiss. “Ich Leibe Dich, meine Dame.”

a/n: I really love this one. One of my top three favorite Christmas specials.

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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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hello!!! i love your theo fics and since my obsession with him somehow can’t seem to pass, i thought i would request something if its alright :) so i had this idea where the reader is a hufflepuff and she’s great at herbology and she’s terrible at potions and this year she has potions with slytherin and theo notices her struggle and he’s like a genius at potions and also bad at herbology and also has a big fat crush on the reader so they and up tutoring each other and long story short falling in love in the process 🤭🤭 sorry if thats too specific, hope you like the request or something hahah have a nice day

we love little studious theo with other wholesome intentions

“Y/l/n! Hey! Y/l/n!,” you were being beckoned. After turning to see the caller, you were surprised to see one Theodore Nott lightly jogging to catch up with you. You slowed down your walking so he could catch up and walk beside you to your next class, that you coincidentally had together.

“Everything okay, Theo?” You were genuinely curious. While you and Theo didn’t have any problems outright, you really didn’t talk to each other outside of class. Some would chalk it up to you being in Hufflepuff and him being not only in Slytherin but one of the Slytherin boys, but really you two just didn’t have a reason to hang out.

At least, that’s what you thought. Theo scratched the back of his neck lightly, seemingly searching for the right words. “So, I’ve kind of been struggling in Herbology lately,” Theo looked at you with a shy smile.

“Really? I hadn’t really taken notice,” you were lying. Theo was horrible at herbology, somehow always breaking pots even on the simplest of tasks.

Theo smirked at you slightly, “Yeah? Well I also haven’t taken notice of how awful you are at potions.” You took a whack at his arm causing him to giggle, “I’m just suggesting that maybe…we help each other out.”

You were a little skeptical, “Why would you want to do that?” You missed the way Theo blushed, stuttering slightly to find a good enough answer, “Just because I’m Slytherin doesn’t mean I’m all bad, I can want to be helpful too. Besides, you’re helping me just as much, hopefully anyway.”

It was your turn to blush now, feeling slightly embarrassed at making assumptions, “Okay.”

Theo’s smile grew two times, “Okay like you’ll help me?” You nodded, stopping short of the potions classroom door, “I’ll help you, Theo. Meet me in the library tomorrow after classes.”

So meet you he did. Theo met you in the library every other day for two weeks, then it became daily, and you found yourself growing fonder and fonder of him. You found it cute how well he paid attention to you when you tutored him, like you were the only person in the library and he was hanging on every word.

That’s because to Theo you were the only person, or at least the only person that mattered. He fancied you when he first asked you to tutor him, in truth he could’ve just asked Enzo, it would’ve been easier. But this way, he got to spend nearly every day with you without anyone else questioning it.

And with those days he found him noticing more and more things he liked about you. Like the way your tongue would stick out ever so slightly when you were concentrating, or the way you picked at the feathers of your quill when you were trying to intently listen, often causing him to stumble over his words.

He fancied you before, but now; now he thought he might love you. But that was okay, because you were pretty sure you were falling for him too.

#Theo nott fic #theo nott x reader #theo nott x hufflepuff!reader #theo nott fluff

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spooky-bunnys · 1 year ago

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Can I make a request for that shion cat cause I saw that imagine and it was sooo adorable

Like the reader find that cat alone and decided to adopt him

And give the cat the love it deserve cause I’d imagine shion cat would’ve had a hard time being a stray

the reader is a sano sibling and while Shinichiro, mikey and Emma aren’t too fond of the cat cause I imagine shion cat being a bit in the dirty side due to being a stray for so long but will always behave because shion cat is terrified of being put back in the street

Okay. I had to add Izana into the Sano household because imagine the chaos! Hope you enjoy!

The Sano siblings didn't know what to expect when (Name) came home late. They thought maybe he had been caught up with friends. Maybe he was helping an elderly around town again. Or maybe he was helping a kid find his missing parent.

No. When (Name) came home he was covered in dirt and mud and smelled horrible. But what caught their attention the most was the sleeping cat he was holding. Thats right. He came home late, with a cat.

"Um. Whatcha got there (Name)?" Shinichiro asked. Dumbfounded like the other two Sano siblings. (Name) grinned and showed off the filthy cat. "I found this cat! He was hard to catch, but when I did catch him, he fell right asleep in my arms. Isn't he cute?"

Mikey opened his mouth but Emma smacked him and Shinichiro coveted his mouth. "Absolutely bud. Why don't you and your new friend go take a bath okay? Mikey will call his buddy's and see what all the kitty will need okay?"

(Name) nodded excitedly and darted to the bathroom. After he left Shinichiro signed and ran a hand down his face. "Emma call Izana, warn him about the cat. Mikey call your cat friends and ask them what I'll need to get. And DON'T say anything bad while I'm out."

The two nodded and quickly got on it. Once he had the list, Shinichiro quickly went out to get the needed stuff while. Emma gave Mikey a look that said "don't fuck up" before heading to her room.

Mikey just shrugged and made himself comfortable on the couch. When (Name) came out of the bathroom, the cat followed right behind him. (Name) walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle. The cat jumped onto the counter and stared.

(Name) got the memo and pulled a small bowl down, pouring half his bottle into the bowl. "There you guy bud." The cat purred and rubbed himself against (Name)'s cheek. Making the male laugh softly and give the cat some well deserved scratches.

When Izana came home he knew (Name) had brought home a cat. But he didn't know what it looked like. Now that he does he only had one thing to say. "That's the ugliest fucking cat I've ever seen."

(Name)'s faced dropped and Mikey snorted. Izana didn't stop there though. "Oh my god. It looks like Shion. Listen I already gotta deal with a human Shion. I don't wanna have to deal with a fucking cat version of him."

Mikey by now was laughing. (Name) had honestly looked like he was gonna cry. Of course neither brothers noticed it. Not until the cat hissed at them. Bringing both brothers attention to the teary eyed male. "I-I was hoping you g-guys would like him!"

(Name) quickly stood up, grabbed the cat, and locked himself in his room. Emma came out after hearing the slamming of (Name)'s door, seeing the two paled older brothers frozen in the living room.

"What did you two do!?" The two immediately began blaming each other. "Izana called (Name)'s cat fucking ugly, then started yelling at him for bringing it home!"

Emma stunned quickly turned to Izana. Who immediately retaliated. "Well Mikey laughed about it and made matters worse!" She turned to Mikey, who tried hiding behind the couch. "Oh wait till Shin-nii gets home!"

"I am home. What's going on?" Shinichiro walked into the living room. Arms full of bags and a worried expression on his face. "Where is (Name) and the cat?" Emma huffed and pointed to the males, who were now both trying to hide behind the couch.

"Shin-nii! Mikey and Izana made (Name) cry! He got upset and locked himself in his room!" Shinichiro pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. These kids were giving him so many grey hairs. He stared at the two.

"Explain your parts, and maybe you two won't get grounded." The two immediately started yelling over the other. Shinichiro raised his hand, making the two quiet before pointing at Mikey. "Izana called (Name)'s cat fucking ugly and then yelled at him because apparently the cat looks like one of his gang memebers."

Shinichiro ran a hand down his face and pointed to Izana. "Mikey laughed about it and made it worse." Shinichiro groaned. "I know I said state your case, and you two just snitch on each other. But you guys know how sensitive (Name) is. I mean he looked so happy to have that cat. He also apparently worked hard to catch it."

Shinichiro then glared at the two. "Now I went out and got what was needed for cats. So you BOTH are going to take them to (Name) and apologize to him." The two began to disagree until Emma spoke up. "I'll go ahead and text Kakucho and Takemichi that your guys dates for this weekend are canceled because you two are grounded."

The two quieted down, before slowly grabbing the bags, and making their way towards (Name)'s room. Once there Mikey knocked on the door. When the door opened, the room looked like it had been through a tornado. (Name) sniffles before poking his head out. Still holding the cat.

The two flinched at the sight of dried tears on (Name)'s face. "We brought the cat supplies." (Name) opened his door and allowed the two in. Once everything was set up and placed where it was needed, the boys apologized and (Name) forgave them.

Some things Sano siblings noticed over the next few weeks, was that 1. The cat was completely attached to (Name), and 2. The cat was extremely messy. It made messes everywhere. That (Name) took responsibility and cleaned up.

Which they knew a stray converting to an inside cat would take time and effort. But (Name) has truly surprised them with how responsible he's being for it. After the 3rd week of nothing but messes and chaos, the siblings expected (Name) to give up.

He didn't. Eventually the cat (which (Name) named Shion just to spite Izana), stopped making messes. Well it bothered Mikey and Izana after they would upset (Name). But other then that, Shion became a welcomed member in (Name)'s family.

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #shion madarame

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moseslikellamas · 4 months ago

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♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.11

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Shanda begins to see the depth of Benjicot Blackwood.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, mentions of violence, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, complicated family dynamics, feud behavior, misplaced rage, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2k

If you’re thinking wow there’s no plot. Thats because I’m great at delaying. But if you’re thinking girl get a grip, there is a reckoning coming for Benji. He’s just playing 4d chess rn. I was listening to this song while writing this, if you want the vibes. It is a cliffhanger bc I have work agony.

Shanda was pacing in front of her window. All she ever did was pace these days. Back and forth like a caged animal. She wondered when she would rub a hole through the stone. She’d overheard something she wasn’t supposed to.

“…burned through the night. Amos sent a letter blaming us of course.”

“Do we know who cou…”

The guard who had definitely not been where he should’ve had wandered back and intercepted her. He hadn’t even asked how she had gotten out of her room. Blackwood guards truly were incompetent. She doubted he’d even mention she had been out. The snippet was enough to snap her back to reality. Something had happened back home and her father was accusing the Blackwoods. Nothing new there but it was the implication that struck her. Had her father written to lay blame on them? Why hadn’t any of them tried to contact her?

If she didn’t get out of this castle soon she was going to start climbing the walls. She had never had this much free time to sit and think. She was stewing in her own thoughts. So she paced to give herself something to do physically while her mind turned in pointless circles. The first point being she hated Benjicot Blackwood. Hated him with a deep and ugly passion that burned dark and slow inside of her. She wanted to end him and ruin that horrible triumphant expression he always wore. The second point was that she was a filthy hypocrite who couldn’t hold onto any brainpower when he invaded her space. Underneath that burning hatred was a simmering flame of desire that spiral out of control in his presence. So she went round and round in a cycle of anger and shame.

Then she would wait for him to show up and start the cycle all over again. She’d immediately blocked his words from her mind. She couldn’t bear to think about it. He’d struck her low by bringing her mother up and she wished she could talk to her mother. But on second thought maybe not. Her mother would’ve seen through her in an instant and would not allow her to lie to herself. Okay, then what should I do? She asked herself, pausing in her hurried pacing to stare outside.It was almost sunny, the overcast clouds covered the sky but they were thin allowing light to shine through. He’d exposed her weaknesses and was playing her way too easily. She needed to find something to use to her advantage, maybe she could find a way to sway him into giving her what she wanted most.

Information was the most valuable currency and she was so in the dark she might as well be beneath the ground. She knew whatever he did tell her would be slanted of course but that didn’t mean it wasn’t worth hearing. She would just have to buck up, she couldn’t stand around blushing forever.

***

“She just stands around blushing. It’s quite cute I must admit.” Ben said to his aunt, staring dreamily off into space.

“You know there’s more to marriage than staring at each other right?”

He shot her a questioning look. Surely she didn’t mean…? Alysanne snapped her fingers at him.

“Think with your brain, Benjicot! Your wife will help you run this place, have you tried to get her interested in the house duties?”

He frowned. How was he supposed to do that when the girl couldn’t look him in the eyes?

“She’s timid.” He said defensively.

“You’re a pig. Give her space to breathe, you’ll find most people think better that way.”

“Mm. I don’t think we want her thinking that clearly. She might remember we’re ‘mortal enemies’.” He smirked thinking of her trying to convince herself of that fact by reminding him of the feud he was still actively fighting. When he wasn’t with her he was bloodying Brackens across the borderlands with impunity. It was almost the perfect life and it would be perfect when she was his wife. A scheme Alysanne was reluctantly a part of mostly because she couldn’t think of a good way to stop him. He’d set too much of it in motion without her knowledge. Alysanne wasn’t involved with borderland guard rounds.

“I gave you less than an inch, Benji. Just do guard duty and figure out whose crossing onto our side of the river.”

“I did both Aly.”

“You started a fiasco because you can’t keep your dick in your pants! And you had better hope that this little plan of yours works or you won’t have to worry about fighting in a war. Because I’ll kill you in front of Elmo Tully and save us all the trouble!”

He shrugged, grinning at her. “It’ll work. She’ll do fine at her duties. Stone Hedge is literally burning without her. Seems she does all the management there anyway. Having her will cripple them immensely.”

“I just want you to think about the consequences of your actions before you act, Benji.”

“Acting is so much fun though, dear Aunt.”

“One of these days it's going to backfire on you, Benjicot! Mark my words.”

Ben was already walking off though, he’d come to update his aunt on the affairs in the Borderlands and ended up with a scolding he promptly ignored. He needed a bath, so he headed up to his chambers. But paused outside of Shanda’s room. Ear pressed against her door he could hear the scuff of her shoes brushing the stone floor. She was pacing again. He fought back a chuckle.

He had her exactly where he intended. Flustered, confused and ashamed. There was no shame in his eyes over the attraction situation but she would not be able to look her family in the eyes. And that would play into his hand perfectly. Lord Tully would pick up on her nervous energy in a second and try to flay her open for answers. The conflict in the borderlands was trying to escalate but Ben had strict instructions for the guards to pull back if they couldn��t downgrade the fights to fists only. Killing a Bracken wouldn’t reflect well on him now, with her so wound up, looking for a reason good enough to condemn him for. He pushed the door open.

***

“If you need some exercise we could always start wrestling again.”

Shanda whipped her head around, glaring at the heir before continuing to pace, ignoring him. He was covered in blood. Splashes of it coated his shirt, staining it dark brown. Whatever messed up idea was running through his head did not concern her. She should be worrying about her brothers and sending curses through the sands of time to condemn the Blackwoods to generations of misery.

“Would you care to take a walk with me? I was thinking of swinging by the library. Could be a good opportunity for you to get out of this room.”

She stopped pacing then. She would kill to see what books the Blackwoods had stashed in their library. She might not worship the old gods like them but she recognized the value in preserving old information. And those who did worship the old gods had a reverence for the past while others did not. How he could be so infuriating one second and then so thoughtfully sweet the next was mind boggling. She didn’t know what to make of his constantly switching moods. But she did want to go to the library. She just wished she’d thought to ask Alysanne to take her instead.

“Wouldn’t you like to clean up a bit first?” She replied, folding her hands in front of her. She squared her shoulders, trying to steel herself for his answer.

But Benjicot was strangely normal about it, just nodding. Then disappearing without a word, only to arrive minutes later hair dripping. For a torturous moment her mind conjured the image of him sliding in a tub, chest smeared in blood. And she had turned a shade of bright red before shaking the image away. He didn’t comment on her face if he’d noticed. Just offered his arm and led her from the room. The halls of Raventree were a maze of twisting walls, which is why she’d been unsuccessful in sneaking out.

Everytime an incompetent guard left his post, she would slip out of her room and try her odds. But she always ended up lost and would lie if asked about it. That’s how she’d heard about the conversation concerning Stone Hedge. The halls never seemed to end though and the heir took her a different route every time they went anywhere, deliberately misleading her.

They walked in a relatively relaxed silence. She was anxious but then she was always anxious these days. She yearned to be in her own room again. She wanted to hug Martyn until winter came and knock Royce over the head. Instead she sighed and kept walking.

“Care to share your thoughts?” He asked, his voice was soft and low in the empty halls.

The sound of it made her stomach flip.

“You wouldn’t like to hear them.”

“I want to hear anything you have to say. Good or bad.” He said firmly.

She didn’t believe him. There were plenty of things she could say that would set him off in some manner. But she was enjoying the calmer mood so she didn’t say anything at all. Just walked in calm silence until they reached the library. The doors were a strong wood, carved with the visage of a weirwood tree. It struck her as eerily similar as the image of the stained glass window in the sept at Stone Hedge. But she didn’t get to admire them long before Benjicot had pushed them open.

She was greeted with shelves that stretched much higher than she’d ever seen and at least three times as large as the one at Stone Hedge. She knew why the rumor was the Blackwoods had stolen Raventree from them. She was envious enough of the library she would take up the cause, true or not. She’d forgotten about the man beside her as she stepped in looking up in awe. Normon would have to triple his citadel book stealing if they hoped to have half of this much valuable information.

“Come over here.”

She turned around to see Benjicot at a table, motioning her over. Reluctantly she walked over to see what he wanted to see her. He was bent over some map sprawled out haphazardly. Upon closer inspection, it detailed all of Westeros. It was incredibly detailed.

“Where’d you get this?”

He looked up from his hunched position to answer. “I made it, of course.”

That shook her up a bit and she touched the gold leafed edges, rubbing the paper in between her fingers. It was too beautiful and delicate to have been made by him. She let her eyes scan over the whole of the map before they fell upon her house. Without meaning to, she ran her fingers over the image of Stone Hedge.

Then she looked back at him. He was looking at her already, predictably. “It’s impressive. I didn’t know you could hold an ink brush that delicately.” It was a backhanded compliment but the nicest she’d ever verbally been to him.

“You don’t know a lot about me. Why don’t you have a seat?”

He pulled a chair out for her and she eyed him skeptically. He was being too polite again and then usually precipitated a hand around her neck. But she sat anyway. She watched with a careful intensity as he grabbed various books from the shelves around them. She could see the ripple of his back muscles every time he reached up to grab a book.

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pedgito · 2 years ago

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How abouttttt edging Tom until he's pouty and crying

author’s note: this is purely self indulgence. i tried to mimic some of tom’s dialect in my prose without going too cornish, so i hope it isn’t too terrible. i’m so horribly american that i didn’t want to butcher the shit out of it lol. anyways, love tom grant, he’s supreme boyfriend material.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) strangers to lovers, meet-cutes, cooking for each other, oral (m receiving), edging (to tom), grinding over clothes (sorta), talks about past relationships/cheating (on both of them), tom is a sweetie, if i missed anything lmk

word count: 4.7k

You meet him by chance, out at the market for your daily errands. He’s always dressed in his work uniform, seemingly jumping straight from work to grab a few things for the night or the rest of his week, arms always full of items because he refuses to grab a basket and he’ll pile them high until the food is toppling to the floor. He’s stubborn, you can see it in his face as he squats down to pick up the unlucky can of vegetables that crashes against the tile, denting the corner.

You don’t introduce yourself the first time, grabbing the can and handing it back to him with a smile—he looks a little dejected, pouting at the kind gesture but mumbling a quiet thanks, regardless.

But, you see him everyday for a few weeks and suddenly you’re wondering how someone you’ve never met can be so interesting. He’s kind to the people stocking the shelves, the woman at the counter, but he doesn’t speak a word to you.

That’s why, after a long, dreadful three weeks of tense eye contact and awkward encounters, you finally take that plunge.

He’s reaching for the same box of cereal as you, caught up in his own thoughts so much that he doesn’t even realize you are leaning down beside him—you try to stumble out an apology but it dies on your lips.

“Those are your favorite?” He asks curiously, grabbing the box with ease and handing it over. You stall for a moment, wondering if you’d imagined him talking to you—he could’ve been talking to someone behind you, anyone but you. His eyes are locked on you when you glance up.

“How’d you know?” You ask, clutching the box to your chest with a kind nod. It was the last one.

“You’ve grabbed the same box every Monday,” He notes, pointing at the box of cereal, “but—never any milk?”

You snort a soft laugh, being caught up in your own weird ways of eating. He didn’t seem like he was judging, but it was something he couldn’t help but notice.

“Soggy cereal makes me ill at the thought of it.” You confess, “plus, it’s so much better when you can just eat it by the handful.”

He smiles wide, tongue poking through his teeth slightly.

“I’m Tom,” He introduces himself, “consider that last box an apology for being an ass to you the past few weeks.”

“Thank you,” You reply sweetly, patting the box lightly, “though, I definitely touched it first. I would’ve pried it from your hands if it came down to that.”

Tom laughs, shifting the weight of his groceries in his arms. And like clockwork, a can falls to the floor. You can’t help but take a small jab at him as you reach for it.

“Are you allergic to the baskets?” You ask playfully, “It would squash this whole ‘feeling too awkward to apologize’ when I have to pick up the stuff that you drop.”

Tom shakes his head slightly, a weak and unintelligible answer.

“Unless you’re doing it on purpose.” You suspect.

It had taken Tom a while to get over Ruth, forgive her, allow himself to rid his trailer of her things and move on. The only thing he hadn’t managed was allowing himself to return back to normalcy, talk to his friends, meet a nice girl—when Tom isn’t working, he’s home, unless he’s here and sometimes, the trips were unnecessary, just an innocent hope that he might run into you. But, his nerves constantly got the better of him, the words choking up in his throat. He wasn’t sure why today was different, but it was.

And while he was on that high, he takes a chance before his mind tries to talk him out of it.

“You’ve caught me,” He admits humorously, “there’s probably better ways to ask someone on a date, but uh—“

“Loads,” You interrupt with a hoaky smile, “but lucky for you, I’m interested.”

“Really?” He perks up instantly, nearly dropping his groceries in one giant pile. “Oh, well um—I didn’t think I’d get this far—“

You laugh at his honesty, pointing at his jacket pocket wearily, noting the outline of his phone, “Mind if I—“ He nods, angling his hip toward you to grab it. He rambled off his lock code without question and you entered your information swiftly before returning it back to him.

“I’m a bit rushed but call me later?”

“Uh, yeah—yes, I will.”

He does, which isn’t much of a surprise. You’d been anxious about the call since you left the store, wondering when was the last thing you were this caught up over a boy you knew nothing about. He called you that night, your name falling from his mouth like velvet—he sounds more relaxed, less wound up. You weren’t sure how stressful his job was, or what his life was like, but it’s a difference from the man you had ran into earlier.

“Are you opposed to a home-cooked meal?” He asks, straight to the point. You huff slightly, debating on the question to torture him slightly, the silence lingering.

“Seems a little forward, yeah?” You tease, laughing floating through the receiver and making him smile on the other end. “It’s fine, Tom. I really don’t mind.”

“You sure?” He asks for reassurance.

After Ruth, he doubted almost everything he did—wondering if he was doing too much, or not enough. It was never good enough.

“If I’m being honest, a home-cooked meal sounds much better than dressing up and going out to a fancy place to eat.”

“As if I could afford fine dining on my salary.” Tom jokes, settling into a sense of comfort in the conversation, a lull that felt natural. “But yes—I’m an excellent cook, so you have nothing to worry over.”

“I’m putting my life in your hands, Tom.” You tell him carefully, though the affection is still there. “Don’t be the first boy to put me in the hospital with food poisoning. I’ll never be able to forgive you for that.”

“Fucks sake—I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

The curse sounds too dirty falling from his mouth, tarnishing his rather innocent, boyish looks.

“What time is good for you?”

You hum softly, pondering on how long you should make him wait. But, you were too impatient yourself.

“How about tomorrow? Say, six?” You suggest.

“Perfect.” He responds softly.

The date quickly evolves into something that you and Tom didn’t really plan on—and it’s a silent agreement that settles between you two as that date turns into several dinners over the course of a couple months, either at your place or his, venting about your day and getting to know each other better than anyone else you knew in town.

You weren’t familiar with the place, having only lived there a few months, but Tom had told you everything you needed to know—where to eat, where to shop, even if you always ended up at his place anyways.

And you realize rather quickly why you both latched onto each other without hesitation—there was a weird yearn for companionship, or friendship even, that neither of you acknowledged audibly, but sensed within each other.

Tom has empty pictures frames stacked on his bedside table that he doesn’t mention, even when you two end up on his bed one night after a particularly filling meal, listening to him complain about how much the weather had been bothering him.

“I live right off the beach, you know—it would be nice to go but the water is always freezing.” Tom complains, tracing the outline of your fingers with his own, hands held straight up in front of you as you both stared toward the ceiling.

“So I suppose streaking into the ocean is out of the question for you?” You ask, only slightly joking. Tom turns to look at you, eyes comically wide as his movements still. “Tom, I’m fucking with you.”

Tom looks away briefly, face contorted in a semblance of pain, like maybe you hit a sore subject. It fades quickly, replaced by a flat emotion of content.

“Okay, fess up.” You pester him, turning on your side and propping your head up into your hand. “What’s got you so bothered?”

“Nothin’,” He laughs awkwardly, releasing your hand to replace it with his own as he settles them against his stomach, soft cotton rubbing at his fingertips, “s’just bad memories.”

“Well, whoever it was, I’m sorry.” You tell him honestly. “They’re missing out.”

Tom smiles sadly, looking over at you briefly.

“Piss off,” He says softly, shoving at your thigh with no real strength, “s’not fair.”

“What isn’t?”

“You gettin’ to flirt with me, but you always tease me when I do the same.” He explains, cheeks blushing a faint shade of pink.

It’s the similar pink that happens when he’s out in the wind for too long, settling in the apples of his cheeks and staying for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asks curiously, “M’not trying to pry or anything, but—“

“Think I held her back,” Tom admits, “She loved me in the beginning.”

“And it just faded out?” You try to perceive where the story is going, but Tom shakes his head.

“Nah, it was kinda sudden.” He explains, glaring up at the ceiling, “I don’t see her for a while and then she comes back and it’s like—she hates being here. It was good those couple days but I think whatever she’d been dealin’ with had been there the whole time.”

“That’s not your fault,” You tell him, “her problems aren’t your problems, whatever they were.”

“Took me a while to put it all together, but she thought I was cheating—I mean, who does that?” Tom asks with a strain to his voice, frustration lining his tone. It seemed like a sore subject, but Tom powered through. If he didn’t want to talk about it, he wouldn’t.

“Cheat? Loads, Tom.” You emphasize, “And I’m speaking from experience, it’s not fun.”

“I’m not like that,” Tom insists, “I couldn’t—I didn’t even think about that stuff. I loved her.”

“Did she cheat on you?” You ask carefully, wondering if you're straying too far into territory that wasn’t yours to venture into.

“I dunno,” He shrugs, “She started hangin’ out with this girl and getting teasy for no reason—maybe she expected it to be different here.”

“I like it here,” You shrug, “it’s quiet—people are nice.”

Tom smiles at that, noticing how your eyes trailed toward him. You sit up slowly, crossing your legs in front of you.

“Felt like I was forcing her to love me,” Tom says, voice teetering of sadness that clogged his throat, “some days we’d be okay and then others she would throw herself at me—like she was tryin’ to make up for acting distant.”

“How so?” You ask.

People showed their love differently, so you couldn’t really judge. You were just trying to understand.

“It’s embarrassing,” Tom admits, shaking his head at the thought, “she came home late one night and tried to—“ Tom gestures to his groin vaguely, “I couldn’t get into it.”

“That’s not your fault,” You shrug, backpedaling for a moment, “well, technically—yeah. But, if you weren’t feeling it, that’s not something for you to get upset about.”

“And then sex was,” Tom starts, looking over at you, gauging your expression, “—is it weird if I talk about this? Don’t want you feelin’ uncomfortable.”

“Tom, we’ve talked about everything. You’re not gonna have me running away at the first mention of sex. You thinkin’ I’m some kinda prude?” It’s teasing and playfully in tone, but Tom is straight-faced, sincere. “It’s not weird.”

“We’d kiss for a while, she’d make some excuse to go to the bathroom—brushing’ her teeth or something else, but then she’d come back and she couldn’t look at me.” Tom says, eyes straining slightly as he roamed around the room briefly, blinking the dryness out of his eyes, “anyways, ‘nough that.”

You laugh slightly, rocking in place as you stare down at him.

It’s the most he’s opened up since you met him, part of it feels forced—like he’s trying to clear up for his standoffish behavior, why he comes off a little forward, but it’s never bothered you.

“Got a pretty lady right here and I’m boring her to death over my ex-girlfriend.” He says, taking a stab at himself, “That’s not kind of me.”

“Kind?” You tease, poking at his side, “You? Never.”

“What about you?” Tom asks innocently, turning on his side now, knees grazing his torso. His right hand rests against your leg as he settles in a similar position to how you were earlier, paying full attention to you. “Some bloke break your heart?”

“Break? Not really. He was an ass and slept around on me every week. Took me a few months to catch on. But, there was never anything there.” You explain, “I got a nice job out here, destroyed his ego when I dumped him in front of friends, and never looked back.”

Tom grins widely, “Damn, that’s cruel.”

“He was fuckin’ them in my apartment. That shit was justified.” You tell him, the endearment is a little patronizing on your tongue. “Don’t cross me, Tom. You’ll regret it.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Tom replies flirtatiously, letting you drag your fingers through his short cropped curls, eyes falling shut at the touch. “Wouldn’t ever—you’re too sweet of a girl.”

“As far as you know.” You counter, his eyes peeking open briefly to look at you, teeth peeking through his smile. It makes your heart melt, his features soften every time he looks at you. “Stop that.”

“Stop what?” Tom asks, knowing full well.

“Giving me the eyes,” You chuckle softly, “If you want to fuck me just say so—I hate dancing around that shit.”

“You’re something.” Tom notes, squeezing at your thigh gently.

The touch had become normal, something you both seeked after long meals and tiring work days. But this, it had your stomach fluttering and ignited a deep, unfurling pit in your stomach.

“What, are you scared of me?” You ask teasingly, flicking at the collar of his shirt as you graze his chin. It had only ever been playful touches, some suggestive touching and the one time that he kissed you on the cheek when you left his place after a late night, delirious from sleep and not really thinking.

Still, you thought about it every time you looked at him. Tom was as honest as they came, open to anything, willing to do whatever to make you comfortable. It was everything you weren’t used to but also everything you wanted.

“I don’t bite,” You tell him quietly, “not unless you ask for it.”

Tom pulls his bottom lip between his teeth slightly, smothering the laugh that escapes, attempting to cover up for the obvious surprised noise that tried to come out.

“And if I do?”

Your eyebrows raise slightly, daring him.

“Because I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t.” He admits, his hand trailing dangerously higher up your thigh, your hands having moved behind you, watching his movements.

“Then I’d say you’re in for it,” You confess, “you may not survive me, you know.”

“Soundin’ like a good way to go.” Tom replies confidently, his fingers dipping past the hem of your sweatpants, grazing the thin fabric of your underwear. “Show me?”

He’s not asking for anything in particular. He wants everything,

You bite at the inside of you check, considering how deeply this could affect your friendship with Tom—and as much as you tried to think about the cons, it was outweighed by the pros. It was a long, endless list that you couldn’t even begin to speak on—the only thing that mattered was that Tom wanted this, just as badly as you did.

You hadn’t been with anyone in a few months, let alone touched in any type of way—the kiss on the cheek was the closest you got to anything in a while. So, even with Tom’s gentle, fleeting touches, you were already willing to do just about anything to prove to Tom how much he deserved to have someone who cared, somehow who wasn’t going to flee from him without an explanation.

You hand grazes over his jeans testingly, the fabric worn from constant use, frayed at the thighs and thinning. He’s already hard under the line of his zipper, jaw clenching at the slightest bit of friction.

“How long?” You ask curiously, undoing his jeans silently.

Tom watches on, turning to his back to give you more room.

“A couple months,” He admits, “got on with a girl out at the bar after I had too many beers, don’t remember much if’m being honest.”

You nod, Tom speaks softly, “And Ruth—Ruth, she never liked to—“

“Touch you?”

“Or I touch her, not really.”

You tilt your head, wondering who could resist someone like him. He was sweet to the core, staring up at you with his hopeless eyes, wide with adoration.

“Let’s fix that, yeah?” You ask, earning a jerky nod from Tom.

He lifts his head slightly, propping himself up on his arms as he watches you tug at his jeans until he can kick them the rest of the way, your hand coming up to cup over the strained tent in his underwear, squeezing gently.

“That’s, fuck—“ Tom sighs, “this isn’t going to last long, ‘m sorry.”

“It will.” You assure him, smiling with a devious intent that should scare him away, but it only entices him further.

You settle over his legs, spread wide on your knees as you pull his underwear down the rest of the way, cock springing free and upright toward his stomach, the tip matching the vibrant blush in his face. He stares up at you nervously, hands dragging up his thighs teasingly.

“You’ve got a pretty cock, Tom.” You comment, watching as he stumbles to find his words. “Anyone ever told you that?”

He shakes his head slowly, your delicate fingers wrapping around the base, the skin like soft velvet under your touch. He’s not nearly as good at keeping his composure as you thought, letting out a small groan as you touched him.

You squeeze gently, hand slipping up to squeeze at the the tip, thumb rubbing over the slit at the head of his cock, rubbing the small amount of precum there, making the slide down all the more torturous.

“Love, that’s so fuckin’—“

You nod knowingly, just as affected despite that lack of touch. Your thighs squeezed together desperately, mouth watering at the thought of him heavy against your tongue, what he tasted like—it was impossible not to think about.

“Can I—or do you not like that?”

Tom doesn’t hesitate, not even for a second as he watches you eye his cock in your hand, licking your lips as you parted them.

“Please, please—“ He all but rushes out, “that’s, yeah, of course.”

You snort at his eagerness, relaxing himself over your lap as you take him in your mouth slowly. First your tongue, dragging it up the line of his shaft, swirling over the head slowly, repeating the process a few more times until you finally decide to take him in your mouth, the moan that escapes him is desperate, noisy, need—his fingers dragging at your hair, pushing it away gently. His hands follow the slow bob of your head, never pushing or pulling, only feeling.

And he’s mouthy, mewling all sorts of noises alongside his words. It doesn’t surprise, given how much he can talk your ear off. Though, this is so much better.

“God, it’s been ages, fuck—“ Tom grunt softly, head falling back against the pillow, fingers rubbing tenderly through your hair, silence filled with the obscene noises of your mouth on his dick, “told ya I won’t last long.”

You lean down briefly, taking his balls into your mouth, tongue rolling over the tight skin and forces and strained moan from his chest, the grip on your hair tightening slightly. You can feel the muscles in his thighs flex, the quickening in his breath—so you pull back, a vivacious grin on your face.

“What?” Tom asks flippantly, his deep cornish accent peeking through, “S’goin on? I was there.”

“I know,” You nod slowly, “It’s the whole point.”

“M’sorry?” He asks, eyebrows falling together in confusion.

“Have you never edged yourself?” You ask curiously. “Got close and stopped? Nothing?”

“That sounds horrid,” Tom admits, “Isn’t cumming the whole point?”

“Well, yeah—“ You squeeze at the base of him gently, punching a huff out of his chest as his eyes roll toward the ceiling, hands clenched into fists at his side, “but this is more fun, don’t you think?”

“Sounds like you want to torture me.” Tom notes, losing the last bit of sanity he had left when your mouth closes over the head of his cock again, tongue swirling lightly. “—N’ here I was calling you sweet.”

You grin darkly, “I can make you cry, if that’s what you really want.” It wouldn’t be the first time, definitely not the last. Most of the time you did it to be petty, bring a man to a primal state of begging just to embarrass them. But for Tom, it was more than that.

He’d never really been touched, not like this. He’s had his fair share of encounters, and his relationship with Ruth spanned a long part of his teenage years, but there was always something missing. There was always a sort of shame behind wanting things for himself and not asking, feeling like an ass for voicing his needs, so he didn’t. You didn’t need to ask him because you saw it everyday, always putting himself second for anything and anyone. Besides, you wouldn’t mind forcing a few tears out of him, a few breathless pleas.

He was already halfway there, it seemed. Tom had his eyes squeezed shut, fists still clenched at his sides as you bobbed your head slowly, eyes flicking up to watch the muscles in his jaw tense, blush traveling down his neck.

“Gotta slow down,” He begs weakly, “s’too much.”

“You sound alright to me,” You tell him snarkily, licking a long slow stipe up his cock, “should I stop?”

“No, no, no—“ Tom quickly answers, hands reaching for your head as you move, “just—I,” He sighs, feeling like a sap for saying what’s on his mind, “I’d rather have you up here.”

Sex wasn’t totally off the table, but it hadn’t been on your mind.

“Do you have condoms?” You ask, earning a slow head shake from him. The last thing you needed was a baby by someone you’ve only known for less than six months.

“You can uh—you don’t have to take your clothes off or anything,” Tom starts, “we could, just like—“

“I haven’t done that since high school, Tom.” You answer with a faint laugh, bubbly and free of judgment. “But, it’s really our only option.”

Tom breathes a heavy sigh of relief as you sit up, slipping your sweatpants down your hips and off your legs, his calloused hand traveling up your thigh as you settled over his groin, hard cock pressed against the thin cotton of your underwear, sticky with the small wet patch that had grown there, much to your own embarrassment. You hadn’t even touched yourself, or he you, and you were already just as needy. You push his shirt higher up his chest, pale skin hot to the touch, fingers dragging through the small trail that led down to his dick, hips heavy against him as you dragged your hips once, twice.

“Oh, fuck,” Tom sighs loudly, fingers gripping your hips tightly, “tits—can I see your tits?”

And no one’s ever asked in such a polite way, you can’t help but chuckle, nodding eagerly. You slip the shirt over your head, breasts bouncing freely, having forgotten your bra at home in rush over to his place. They were all in the wash, thank god.

“Beautiful,” He notes, his voice low and rough, leaning up to mouth the flesh, plush pink lips pressing against your skin, “s’like the rest of you. Perfect.”

“Tom.” You warn lightly, feeling your own face heat at his compliments.

“It’s true, love.” He tells you, eyes connecting with your face briefly, eyes vulnerable as he stares up at you. It’s the most expressive part of his face, mesmerizing, to say the least. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You nod slightly, “I know, I know.” You respond, “M’not used to people saying stuff like that to me, never know how to respond.”

“Don’t.” He assures you, “As long as you know.”

And you’ve never felt love this strongly, this early—it could be because of the situation, given your heightened state of connection, but those three words rest on your tongue heavily.

It’s a slow gradual rise as you grind against him, pressing against you in just the right way, clit catching the head of his cock with every pull back of your hips. Tom’s a mess, murmuring words that don’t make sense, soft noises, not having the strength to hold himself up any longer as he rests back against the pillow, grip tightening on your hips as you ride it out, stopping briefly when he starts to squirm a little more than usual.

It goes on for forever, it feels like. In reality, it was only about a half hour, watching Tom fall apart every time you denied his release, nearly to the point where he’s gasping at every touch, wicked pleas turning into desperate whines.

“I can’t.” Tom concedes, eyes brimming with tears, face excessively flushed, “Need it—please?”

You nod, impatient yourself as his hands travel up to touch you, thumb finding your clit over the fabric—it amazes you how he has no trouble at all when feeling out your body, despite how new this was to both of you.

“Fuck, you’re just as bad,” Tom notes with a breathy laugh, it quickly dying out with a rough snap of your hips, chasing your own orgasm selfishly, “take it, come on.”

Take what you need. Take all of it. Tom would give you everything if you let him.

It hits you fast, hard, eyes squeezing shut as you whimpered a soft ‘Fuck.’, fingers finding his wrist for purchase as you rocked your hips one final time—Tom watches your face as you come, which does him in immediately. He blinks hard, watery eyes lending a few tears to escape as he finally breathes in relief, coming in long spurts over his stomach and ruining his shirt in the process, though it’s the last thing on his mind.

“Not how I thought this night would go,” Tom admits with a lazy smile, rubbing at your thighs gently, pointing out how ruined your underwear were now, covered in a mix of slick, yours and his, “come here.”

You slump forward weakly, hands sprawling out over his head as you rest on your arms, nose grazing his. “Me neither.”

“You’re really good at that.”

You snort a tired laugh, “I’ve made many men cry—gotta admit though, you’re the prettiest.”

“Fuck off,” He laughs, reaching up to press a soft, gentle kiss to your lips, “shit hurts after a while.”

Your eyebrows raise, as if trying to prove your point.

Tom grins, attempting to hide his face in your neck. He’s never been this shy until now and it melts your heart.

“You can take a shower here,” He tells you, “sleep too, if you don’t want to mess with the drive.”

“Clothes?” You ask curiously, knowing you didn’t bring any spares.

“No, no—that’s where I draw the line.” He jokes, failing to hide his obvious smile. “‘Course, take what you need.”

“This doesn’t change anything,” You tell him honestly, watching his expression blank for a moment, “I still want my dinners, too.”

Oh.

Tom nods fervently, “Got it. Not like you could do without my cooking now, anyways. You get pissy when it’s your turn.”

You gasp slightly in shock, taken back by the jab and slapping his chest lightly.

“Don’t get coarse with me,” You warn playfully, “or I can make it a lot worse for you.” Unfortunately for you, Tom was already diving in head first. He didn’t care.

“Sounds like a challenge.” Tom counters, “I’m sure I could take you on.”

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okkalo · 1 year ago

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Okie! If requests are still open, I'd like to see what you think of this scenario:

Beach vacay, reader gets a sunburn (can be mild or lobster-y)

How would Ryusei, Reo, and Kunigami help their bbg?

Thank you!

Ps, I LOVED the "ily" hc you posted! They were very cute 😍

hi again! i’m glad u enjoyed the other request! and thank u for another req 🤭 this one hit close to home bc i literally just got a sunburn the other day but anyways i hope u enjoy!!

warnings: reader is suggested to be a girl in reo’s

characters: shidou, reo, kunigami

shidou

- ABSOLUTELY laughs at you.

- and just know that if you get on his nerves he will smack your sunburnt part

- might feel bad depending on how you react

- brags about how he doesn’t burn and only tans after laughing at you

- i would say tell him to shut up or something but once again he will smack your burn

- once he actually sees you upset he will start to care a little bit

- doesn’t really help with the burn though, he just treats you nicer

shidou had just gotten out of the shower, hair damp and towel around his naked waist, when he saw you wincing and breathing out a small ‘ow’ while putting on aloe. his carefree stroll immediately stopped while his posture slumped, his cocky face turning more serious at the sight. he gave another sigh as you winced once again at the pain before walking up to sit in the space next to you.

a small smirk decorated his lips at the glare you send his way, expecting him to start adding more salt to your wound. “hey, hey, i’m not gonna do nothin’. my baby’s in pain and i gotta make em’ feel better.” he spoke with a suave voice, snaking an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer to place a gentle kiss on your neck. as much as you hated to admit, a few kisses from him definitely did make you feel better.

after a few more kisses from him you decided to end it there, your eyes roaming to his still naked lower body. you sighed, giving him a soft kiss on the lips before pushing him away, turning your attention back to your bowl of aloe vera. “go put your pants on, ryu.” he huffed, not wanting to follow someone else’s orders, going straight back in for your neck to pepper some rough kisses on your burnt skin. good luck with that.

reo

- he makes sure to keep your skin protected at all costs

- buys you expensive sunscreen and always tries to bring some source of shade because he doesn’t want you burning

- but it just so happened that you guys had been a part from each other when you got the burn

- when you walk in to your shared place with reo he just sighed, dropping everything he was doing to go get aloe

- scolds you while making you sit on the bathroom counter with him rubbing aloe into your skin

“this is why i should’ve gone with you,” he sighed, scooping up a clump of aloe before gently rubbing it on your thigh, his face in a focused frown. you remember him whining about how he wanted to go with you. you knew the real reason he wanted to go with you was to see you in a bathing suit and get to put sunscreen on your bare skin.

“it would’ve been weird if you had gone.” you sighed right back, tired of his complaining. “you would’ve been the only guy, weirdo.” you stated, watching his brows furrow as he raised his head to look at you with an offended face.

“i can be one of the girls!” he exclaimed, drawing a laugh out of you. you could only rake your fingers through his hair before patting his head. he sighed at the lack of response, eyes dropping once again to focus on your burnt leg. he would come up with another complaint in the next five seconds.

kunigami

- would probably be a worrier like reo except less extreme

- he would always try to put sunscreen on you when you were out in the sun that day

- he gets distracted that day, however, meaning he didn’t get the chance to remind you to put on the protectant

- feels HORRIBLE once he checks back in on you and sees you burnt

- immediately takes you home, occasionally cussing under his breath on the way home for his lack of notice

- starts a cold shower for you

“i should’ve remembered,” he mutters under his breath as he turns shower knob, water immediately following afterwards. he’s been like this for the past ten minutes, constantly muttering something new that he should’ve done.

“ren, love, it’s okay. the burn isn’t even that bad, babe. besides, i should’ve been the one to remember, so stop blaming yourself.” you finally sighed out, voice soft as you tried to comfort him by rubbing his arm. he turned over to you, face still in a frown as he saw your reddened state.

“it’s my job to remember, but i’ll stop.” he let out a deep sigh, bending down to pull you into an embrace. one hand wrapped around your back to rest on your waist while the other rubbed your upper back. “go ahead and get in, i’ll join in a few.” he said after a moment of silence, placing a small kiss your shoulder before pulling away from your arms. you made sure to give his arm an extra squeeze, a reassurance that it was okay, before he walked off.

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eiightysixbaby · 9 months ago

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UHHH A MORE EXPERIENCED BEST FRIEND!JONATHAN FINDING OUT THE READER HASNT BEEN KISSED BEFORE AND OFFERS TO TEACH HER HOW TO AS A JOKE SEND TWEET

omg stop this is cute. I didn’t really make his offer a joke but I hope this is still suitable?

“just go on the date, what’s the worst that could happen?” jonathan asks, shoes kicking at the dirt beneath his feet.

you sit beside him on his front porch, legs extended in front of you into the grassy yard. he knocks a knee against yours, looking over at you.

“I mean, a lot of things? he could be a serial killer,” you say, shrugging.

“it’s andrew,” jonathan says. “he was in chess club in high school for god’s sake, he’s not a serial killer,” he laughs lightly.

you avoid looking at him, wringing your hands together in your lap.

“okay, what’s going on?” he asks. “you said he was so nice when you ran into him. and you admitted you thought he was cute in school. why don’t you want to go on the date?”

you chew at your lip, staring out into the yard. you know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to talk to jonathan — your best friend — but your stomach turns at the weight of your confession. you can feel his soft brown eyes staring at you, waiting for any words to come out of your mouth.

“it’s… it’s embarrassing….” you murmur, chancing a glance at him.

“you can tell me anything. you know I’m not going to judge you,” he says, leaning towards you to bump shoulders.

“I’ve never… kissed anyone,” you say softly, exhaling the breath you’d been holding.

“what?”

“I told you, it’s embarrassing—”

“no, jesus, no. it’s not embarrassing. I just… I thought… what about that guy you said you kissed at that party senior year?”

“I made that up. I didn’t wanna tell the whole group that I haven’t had my first kiss,” you admit. “if I go on this date, he’s likely going to want to kiss me,” you continue, your voice small.

“is that a bad thing?” jonathan asks, clearly confused.

“I want my first kiss to be with someone I trust. someone I really like. I barely know andrew. and, on top of that, I don’t even know how to kiss! what if I’m horrible at it?”

he stays silent for a moment, sitting with this information. the toe of his sneaker continues to scuff a dent in the dirt.

“you could practice with me,” he says finally, shrugging softly as he meets your eyes.

“what?” your brows furrow — now it’s your turn to be confused.

“I just mean like… I’ve had some experience. and you trust me and we’re friends, so then it gets the first kiss out of the way with someone you’re comfortable with,” he explains, scratching the back of his neck. “I can show you the ropes so it isn’t such a shock if he tries to make a move.”

you don’t say anything, staring at him with a look on your face that he can’t read.

“never mind, honestly, I shouldn’t have suggested that,” he covers, rubbing his palms on his knees before standing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“jonathan,” you interject, soft in tone but loud enough in volume to get him to listen. your heart pounds in your chest, nerves bubbling up in your stomach. “I’d like it. if— if you kissed me.” you stand alongside him, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

he smiles, a soft thing that exposes his dimples. “let me show you how it’s done then, yeah?” he inches closer to you, not stopping until you’re chest to chest.

he lets a hand find your waist, the other one reaching up to caress the side of your face. his thumb strokes your cheek, your heart skipping a beat.

“it’s all about taking things slow,” he instructs. “if you rush, it’ll be sloppy.” his breath fans your face with each word, your eyes focused in on his lips.

you feel like your breath gets stuck in your throat as he leans in, pressing his lips so softly to yours. you didn’t realize how badly you wanted to kiss him until now.

it comes so much more naturally than you would’ve thought, your lips slotting together with his easily. he holds you so gently, his mouth so soft against your own. every worry you’d had washes away as you slowly learn the way he moves.

you can feel him smile into it before pulling back slightly. one hand still cups your face as his pretty eyes search yours.

“is it wrong that I don’t want to stop kissing you?” he asks quietly, a shy smirk crossing his features. his cheeks flush a deep pink, his nose brushing yours.

“I don’t either,” you tell him, a giddy feeling coursing through your veins. you bite your lip, a futile attempt at forcing back the grin that threatens to break loose. “I’m gonna tell andrew it’s a no on the date.”

jonathan lets out a breathy laugh, sounding sweeter than ever, before pulling you back in. “thank god.” he murmurs, planting his lips to yours once more.

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers blurb #jonathan byers fanfic #leah’s got mail 💌

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snarky-magpie · 9 months ago

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(A new chapter of PS. is up, so here's a little snippet from the next one I'm currently editing :) ) “No, I’ve got the impression that ‘mean’ is your default setting.”

Regulus runs a hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. It’s been getting longer, and it accentuates his similarity to Sirius, but James would sooner cut out his tongue than tell him. Besides. He enjoys twirling the strands around his fingers when they kiss.

“Only when you’re around,” Reg says, his breath against James’ pec.

“Well, I like it. Being around you. Despite your horrible disposition and the fact you insist on replacing my Breakfast Blend with Early Grey. What is it with you and the citrus family?”

Regulus scrunches his nose, wrinkling all the cute freckles atop it. “Breakfast Blend is disgusting, with Earl Grey clearly being the superior choice. Educate your palate, you rube. Plus, you get the bag version. Really, James? You’re filthy rich. Rich enough to afford loose leaves.”

“I might be rich, but you’re such a little posh boy. Tea snob,” James laughs. Who would’ve thought three weeks ago that they’d be snuggling in bed, joking about tea? At the time, his future stretched out hopeless and bleak. He couldn’t envision laughing ever again, and yet here he is, with his love by his side, both safe, content, and warm, firing quips at each other. Life is good. Life is incredible. James kisses the top of Regulus’ head to feel the tangible proof of this new reality against his lips.

“Sod off. That’s not a thing.”

“Hey, I don’t mind. You’re my little snob.”

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #the marauders #ao3fic #regulus black #james potter

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ofmermaidstories · 1 year ago

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Mermie, do we ever find out how Weeds and Bakugou's Halloween went? 🥺 It's sooo cute that Deku notices that he's in a good mood the day after!

It’d be very quiet! A Sunday; the shop’s open on Sundays, so Weeds will go into work even though Bakugou has the day off. Neither of them will realise it, but they’ve been making the upcoming date worse for themselves by worrying about the other. Trauma is trauma and Bakugou’s had his fair share of them, so in some ways he’s better at weathering it than our Weedsie-Woo—but also he was there for the fallout in a way that Weeds, being knocked out, wasn’t. Like, he had to deal with all the horrible what-ifs and the realities—what-if Weeds and the kid are dead, what-if Weeds is dead, what-if he can’t find Weeds, what-if he never gets the chance to get over himself and say how he feels? And with the current case being on-going, Bakugou’s already going to be extra vigilant—Weeds would know, would’ve seen first hand just how much of his time and his energy it’s taking, and a big worry of hers would be the that maybe he’d be mirroring whatever anxiety she has, and adding it to his own load.

‼️📍 18+/MDNI — vague (and i mean vague) smut.

Because!!! Weeds wouldn’t be immune to the anniversary; very few of us would be. And like, maybe the lead-up to the date is worse than Halloween itself, you know? Like it’d be small things—Weeds being reluctant to have her back to the shop door. Keeping her hearing aid in, whereas before she might’ve been laxer with it. Being reluctant to stay over at Bakugou’s apartment—not because she doesn’t like it, but because she’s worried about the coming back to her small home, and the staleness of air and the reminder that there had been a chance she might not have at all, once.

Haru too isn’t unaffected—Weeds goes with him and his grandmother to the Silent Disco the Deaf Association hold again that year, during the week, but throughout the night he stops when he’s among the other kids and darts back, making sure Akane and Weeds are still there (they are—talking to Haru’s JSL tutor, who’s still friendly and still warm and still makes sure Weed’s pockets fill with sweets, to take home). Haru and his mum leave the city for the weekend—go to the seaside, maybe, or somewhere with a cool open-air museum where Haru can run around and be miles and miles away from the shop street or big, overhead concrete buildings.

(He facetimes Weeds early that Saturday night; Bakugou’s making dinner, keeping an eye on the conversation, Weeds on the couch as she and Haru share about their days and some new video game that Haru wants his mother to buy him for the handheld console he’d gotten for his birthday that year. Neither of them talk about Quirks.)

Saturday night is quiet. They eat dinner and watch something mundane and ignore the spooky movies that are playing. Sunday morning is much the same pace—they sleep in, they wake up. They languidly touch each other in some kind of silent reassurance until they’re both surer; Bakugou teasing Weeds, teasing himself with the warmth between them as he bites at the swell of a breast, a strong hand holding Weed’s face in place.

Later, showered and fresh, he makes them breakfast—egg over rice, fried spam, avocado that he scoops with a melon-baller. Neither of them mention the significance of the day, and Weeds doesn’t dress for it. He walks Weeds to the train station under the guise of an errand. When Weeds is at work Bakugou returns to the apartment and does some housework—laundry, moping, vacuuming. There’s a cake waiting in the fridge—that morning’s errand, something Sato baked—small and perfectly sized to share. Bakugou eats lunch and reads up on a few things and preps what he can of dinner and then, with the sun still up in the sky, he goes to meet Weeds at work.

The flower shop has been warm, even in the October cool. Akane has been in and out, and extra loud next door—for Weed’s benefit, for her own. Other shopkeepers in the street wave to Weeds or come over to gossip with Akane and at one point Kirishima comes by on patrol, the old aunties of the street surrounding him like school girls. Weeds cuts flower stems and sweeps the floor and clears out what she needs to from the fridge and orders new ribbon (red and black, she’s running low) and looks over her orders for the coming week and what she’ll need to buy from the markets—and then the afternoon comes and Bakugou’s there and she smiles at him and they both ease up; just a little.

The shop closes early on Sundays; he helps Weeds bring in plants and buckets of flowers and the shop sign and gives Weeds space as she’s locking up the shopfront. They make their way back to Bakugou’s apartment, across the other-side of the city, stopping only to pick up a couple of things from the supermarket, bickering over which drinks to get and green-tea chocolates (“Got you some sweet shit back at home,” he says, disgruntled, though the chocolates make their way into the basket regardless). They walk past a Halloween display that includes an inflatable Grim Reaper and don’t think anything of it, though Bakugou bumps his shoulder into hers on the way out, their bags in hand.

They make dinner together and eat it to a view of the city and Bakugou will pull out the little cake for dessert and Weeds will almost, almost make a joke about this being a Congrats You Didn’t Die cake.

She doesn’t, though, and after dinner, after the cake, when they’ve cleaned up everything, Weeds will go to kiss him—surprised instead by the force he accepts it with, the way he kisses back, pulling her to him.

It’s his own fear, his own relief. The only way he can think of to express these things. He spends a long while lingering over her, his hands warming the longer they stay on her, Bakugou concentrating on feeling her fall apart against him. He bares his teeth against the pulse of her neck and pants fuck and s’okay against her wet skin and she pulls him into a kiss that’s barely a whisper, promising against his mouth, s’okay. It makes him shudder, and afterwards in the safety of his bed, his room, his home, he holds Weeds tight.

(They spend the night like this; entangled, entangling, and the next day at Riot Ground Kaminari cheers Izuku with his waterbottle, when the other Pro walks into the agency’s kitchen.

“I like Kacchan way more when he’s getting laid regularly,” he says, causing Izuku to sputter and almost drop his own drink.)

#ofmermaidstories-asks #it’s not a proper drabble but—i hope it gets the idea across anon 🥺#should i write it out properly for the one-shot collection i wanna do?#we could shove it between kacchan’s birthday and the gala 🧐#‼️📍 content warnings at the beginning of the post 📍‼️#surrender-fic verse #this love (is ours) — collection #prompts and drabbles and other things

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heartlvrrss · 1 year ago

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Doodle (part 1?)

Pairing: Haechan x reader

Word count: 1417

Genre: fluff, attempted and horribly failed comedy

Warnings: swearing, cringe and theres no kiss in this part </3 let me know if i missed any!

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A light hits my face, making me immediately move my tired arm to my face, hoping to block the horrid light from my eyes for the hope of at least getting a few more seconds of sleep.

Well that’s what I was at least hoping for before a loud voice had to interrupt me, which of course belonged to lee donghyuck, who, was also my longterm friend since middle school when we met through an awkward encounter of when my boyfriend of 2 months broke up with me, 13 year old me was obviously heartbroken and what made it even worse was hyucks loud ass laugh that could be heard from across the globe. We somehow became friends shortly after, which made me become bewitched under his charm and somehow gain a life long crush on him.

Resuming to the current situation in our 3rd year of college, here I am trying to ignore his desperate whines to get me up, there was a reason i decided to not get a roommate but if a knew hyuck would technically be the same thing then maybe i would’ve opted for the roommate option earlier on.

“wake up” haechan screams into my ear for about the millionth time making me inch one bit closer to slapping the shit out of him

“Lee donghyuck will you please just shut the fuck up, its saturday for gods damn sake.” The annoyance evident in my voice

“but you promised to take me to the new cat cafe” the grown ass man whines

“Do I fucking look like your sugar mommy to you?” istg if he says yes ill slap him

“youre not but, I am willing to take the offer just incase” that’s when I slap him for real making him let out an exaggerated yelp

“thats it. Ask one of your other hoes, im not taking you anymore”

Sadly, it seemed to not work as here I am walking with this absolute man-child to a cat cafe, once we arrived there I (obviously) firstly looked at the exterior, it was a cute little pink and off white cafe with a rusty pink chalkboard sitting outside for todays menu, a few white tables and seats with some flowers on each table to decorate it,

“It’s so cute” I squealed

“I told you it would be nice” hyuck replies but I just ignore him.

As we go in there were a few people already sitting there, eating a pastry or drinking something with adorable cats on their laps. We walked to a table by a window and grabbed the menus, taking a look at them before a waiter comes

“Hello, have you already decided on what to order yet?” She asks,

“Just a few more minutes please” I reply before she says something again

“Ok, also you too are a very cute and good-looking couple” she smiles not knowing of my mini heart attack that I’m having right now,

“Oh, we’re not a-” I answer back in shock before being interrupted by hyuck

“Oh god, she’s like a sister to me” he says in a (fake but i’m to dumb to realize) disgusted tone which, to be honest, it hurt quite a bit but I brushed it off, there’s no way I could still have a crush on him after all this time, right?

“My apologies” she smiles back before leaving.

“Well, have you decided on what to eat yet?” I ask trying to brush off the heartbreak and embarrassment rushing through my body at that second

***** (Time skip cuz Im not gonna put that much detail into that one scene)

It’s Monday (sadly) and I’m being dragged from my beloved bed by haechan as usual, earlier then usual to class,he wanted to ‘be early’ though I know it was probably to chose who would be his new girlfriend (It’s taking me a lot to hold back from slapping him and telling him I’m right here) because it’s apparently been way to long since he’s had a girlfriend (literally like 9 months).

“You know you could’ve just went alone without me” I whine

“I might look weird if I go alone won’t it look weird when I go alone and just look at other girls”

“No it would make me look like a creep”

“Do you know how many people think we are dating? Like 5 million, I think you would rather want to be a creep then a cheater to people who don’t know us”

“Now that you say that, you’re sadly correct? Y’know what, leave I’ll do this myself” He replies while trying to push me the other way

“Can you stop pushing me you shithead? Just in case you forgot we have the same class!”

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“Can you please stop hitting me!” I complain to Haechan who’s been hitting me for almost the whole lesson

“I’m bored”

“And I’m trying to learn, so please for the sake of others and me would you please stop”

“How would it hurt others?” He says in a blunt voice

“How am I gonna support my future family because I’m getting rejected at every job because I didn’t pay attention during class?”

“I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to support us”

What the actual fuck. “Lee Donghyuck.”

“Not the government name. Scary.” He says in a ‘scared’ tone yet I could hear the smirk on his face.

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I don’t know why I even chose to accept to go to a party with hyuck but here I am walking with him to the party

“Why did we have to walk?” Haechan whines

“Because you need to get up and walk, exercise is important”

“Don’t act like the last time you even went near a gym was when you wanted to get something to eat from the mcdonalds next to it”

“Oh, look! We’re here!” I say trying to change the topic of this convo

“Don’t try to change the subject!”

***

“Hyuck stop drinking, you’ve had so many shots I’m not even sure how you’re even alive right now” I complain to him

“You’re not my mother” he whined, clearly drunk.

“Do you want to end up like him?” I point over to mark who’s on the couch next to a bucket of puke grasping onto staying awake which the possibility of that happening is less possible than him getting hoes “Cause I don’t feel like taking care of you in that state” I look over to haechan who is trying to look like hes asleep, keyword; trying.

“Stop pretending to be asleep, you know that trick never works on me”

“Damn it” he replies clearly bummed out about the fact it didn’t work as usual

“Now get up, I’m not going to let you stay at this place any drunker than you already are

“I don’t wanna” He has the nerve to reply knowing he’ll oblige anyways the second I say it again

“It isn’t choice get up” This time he thankfully gets up, slightly staggering before I let him hold onto me for support

“I’ll call a cab” I say after we walk out the door and he just nods most likely not listening yet still looking at me like a toddler seeing it’s favorite cartoon on tv

“You’re really pretty actually” He says out of nowhere breaking the silence

“Hyuck it’s not the time for jokes right now, you’re just drunk you’re speaking nonsense” I say, brushing of the butterflies in my stomach

“I’m not lying though” Haechan whines like a child “Couldn’t you tell that I’ve liked you ever since I’ve met you?” he says again in a more serious tone this time

“I thought you were just joking all the time when you flirted with me, besides you’re always ‘girl hunting’” I mutter, still a bit shocked

“I only do that because I think you don’t like me back”

“I thought I was pretty clear about my feelings too”

“Not really” he mutters but I choose to ignore it

“Let’s talk about this at my dorm, the cabs coming” I say still in a tiny bit of shock

“I wanna talk about this us now though”

“Fine”

“So, are we like a couple now?” I question

“I hope we are” he smiles at me

“Let’s talk more when you are sober ok?”

“I’m sobering up though” he pouts at me

“Barely.”

*****

The end? (I might make a part 2 when theyre like a couple idk or the next morning, yall decide)

#Haechan x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream imagines #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #nct dream #127 x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct u #nct 2023 #nct 127

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