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merlucide · 6 months ago

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GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN!~ ♪

notes: aha… not my normal content! The alien stage brainrot has gotten to me and there is NOTHING for this fandom 😭

characters: Mizi, Sua, Till, Ivan, Luka, Hyuna

warnings: light curing, cringe but who gaf, not proofread

You carefully weaved the red flower stems together, fingers gently tugging on the petals to perfectly secure the crown. You examined your work, satisfied with the quality of your labor. You got up from the grassy shade you were sitting under and looked around for your s/o, whom you finally found in the cafeteria, sitting alone in a secluded corner munching on something to their liking.

Her eyes immediately brighten when seeing you hehe

She stands up from her spot and slams her hands onto the table

“Y/N! Guess what!! They’re letting me have sweets!! It’s just this once but still! Would you like some?”

To which you happily nod your head, letting her feed you a spoonful of strawberry shortcake.

“Isn’t it good? Ugh it’s amazing!” Mizi sighs happily, licking the frosting of her spoon.

“Everything all good though?”

You fiddle with the petals behind your back, slightly nervous.

“Well, I have something for you, close your eyes!”

Mizi goes ‘😲’ to ‘😊’

She patiently waits for you give present her with whatever it is

You place the delicate crown onto her awaiting soft hands.

She blinks open her eyes and a bright smile adorns her pretty lips

“I- For me?! Really?! Oh wow!! It’s so pretty!” She gasps excitedly, her index finger hovering over the red petals barely touching the soft skin.

“How did you know these were my favorites?!” Mizi asked eyes wide

“Heh, well you’ve mentioned it to probably anyone who would listen, and they are the only flowers that grow freely in here,” You giggle, which a soft blush coats her cheeks.

She whispers a soft “oh..!” 😮

You took the crown and place it on top of her pink hair

“So pretty, my princess,” you teased lovingly

She thinks something happened by the way you just speed past everyone straight to her lmao

“..Where you looking for me? Sorry, I should’ve told you where I was headed,” Sua softly said, wiping the corners of her mouth politely.

“Everything alright?”

To which you wave her off, saying simply ‘I just needed to see you,’ which makes her feel all mushy n’ loved ><

“Now! Close your eyes,” you playfully demand, which Sua obeys.

You take her hands and hold them out open for the crown

And then placed your creation in her palms

“Okay- open now!”

Sua blinks her eyes, surprised at the sudden gift, a soft smile settles on her lips

“It’s so very pretty, y/n, thank you,” Sua beams, placing it upon her head.

“How do I look?” She asks

You look BEAUTIFUL Sua 🥹

You smile back at her, “Stunning as ever! Red is such a pretty color on you Sua.”

She then places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to give you in return, I hope this will suffice for now,” Sua cheekily whispered.

“Yeah, that took a lot of my time and energy so I’m gonna need a few moreeeee 😏”

Currently gouging little sandwiches down his throat lmao

He was scarfing it down like a starved man probably was ☹️

You’re unsure if he hears you or is simply in sandwich heaven because he isn’t responding to you calling his name ‘Till, Till, Till, TILL?? TILL?!?”

“TILL?” You almost yelled, tapping him

His head frantically shot up and distraughtly began choking and coughing.

Which you’re freaking out bc you though you just killed him somehow

You aggressively pat his back, flower crown long forgot on the floor lmao

His coughing fit calms down, and a tear slips down his red face.

Just kill him now, he CANNOT look you in the eye after you just witnessed that

“Till?? Are-Are you okay?? Sorry- I didn’t mean to, scare you? Are you okay?” You awkwardly rub his back

“Fine.” He grunts out

He awkwardly clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the floor

“So um, didja uh, need anything..? Or something?”

“Oh yeah! Um, well I have you something, if that’s okay,”

Till blushed at the thought that you cared enough to give a gift to him

“Okay! Close you eyes!” You beamed

you bent down and picked up the crown.

He thought of every possible outcome it could be- his imagination likes the idea that the gift was a kiss >.<

Which has Till beet red, awaiting for a kiss that never came

“Alright- open your eyes!”

He peeled open his eyes, settling them on the flower headpiece you made

He was unsure what you had meant by this

Like?? You want me to wear it?

“What do you think? Hm?” You peered

“Y-you made this for me eh?” He awkwardly asked

You nodded as he took the crown from your hands and gave it a good look

“It’s very, ah, pretty..? Thank you y/n,” he gave a smile to you, putting the crown on the table

You softly frowned. “You’re not going to wear it?”

Oh Till wish he would have just shut his mouth-

“WHAAT? No!! Of course I am?! What the hell are you talking about!?” He scrambled to find something to say to make you happy again

Till aggressively put the crown on top of his head

“S-SEE?!” Till nervously yelled, causing a few heads to turn

You giggled at his reaction, oh he was so cute :3

“I’m glad you like it Till, mwah” you placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth

Till rn: 😳😦

Basically he’s broken yk

“Okay- I’m leaving now byeeeee!~” knowing what you just did left him a mess

“Out looking for me so soon?” He teased

“Oh hush would you,” you playfully snapped back, sitting beside him.

Ivan curiously leaned to see what you were hiding behind your back-

Which you leaned back further so he couldn’t heh

“Abababa!- No peeking, you’ll see soon enough,” you grin

Ivan dramatically sighs and sits back, waiting for what you’ll do next

You exhale “Alrighty, close you eyes,”

Which Ivan did as you told

After a few times of peeking his eye open to annoy you just a bit

You grabbed his hands and opened them flat, and then put down the crown upon them.

Ivan opened his eyes and made a ‘:o’ face

He moved the crown around, looking at all of the intricate braidings you did

“..It’s lovely, thank you y/n,” Ivan grinned

He installed it on top of his head, making sure it’s secure.

“Now, did you make this all special for me?” He coyly asked, already knowing the damn answer 🙄

You scoffed, you felt your face warming up at his teasing

“You’re so annoying..”

Ivan rn: :3

“Yes stupid, I made it just for you, because I love you. Happy with that answer?” You mocked lovingly.

Ivan was kinda caught off guard at your honest answer tbh

His face was dusted with a glowing crimson, and eyes slightly widened

“Mn, good,” he softly smiled “I love you too,”

He pressed a soft kiss to your hand and offered to make you a crown in return :)

(Luka + Hyuna’s parts doesn’t take place in Anakt Garden 🗣️)

He was aware of you nervously tip-toeing around him, and he was rather curious to what you’ve been hiding

“So, what is it hm? What is it you don’t you want me to see?”

And you were kinda like ?!

You thought you were being sneaky, huh

“Well ah, I’m not hiding anything-“ “Really?” “Nope,” “Then why are you so nervous, hm?” Luka continued to press

He was soo annoying like this, ugh

You sighed, leaving the room for a moment and returning with something behind your back

Luka’s brows raised expectantly

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it so ah,” you fiddled with the crown nervously.

Luka could be very condescending and belittle your feelings, and just be a jerk yk

Which was a totally valid reason to be scared to give him a gift you made!

“It’s silly but um, here, I made this for you,” you said handing him the flower crown

Luka’s expression was unreadable, which kinda stressed you out more

Luka placed the crown on his head, “What do you think, hm?” He asked

“It’s rather suiting for the prince, don’t you think?” He mused, his purple fingers tucking a piece of your hair out of your face.

“My star, don’t be shy to spoil me with gifts, I won’t reject you y’know”

You all felt silly and embarrassed :> heh

“..mm right,”

“When did you even have time to make this?” He asked curiously

“Well, my ‘owner’ is less strict then yours,” you scoffed “I’ve been bringing good money n’ popularity with my photoshoots and other gigs . It apparently values ‘self expression’ , heh, so it let me wander a bit.”

Luka hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to play with you hair

“I’ll get you something pretty next time,”

She was like all stressed out because the gang was supposed to have already left the area and you weren’t anywhere to be seen

She’s looking around everywhere for you, and Aliens and androids are starting to figure out what was happening- a raid

Right before she’s about to go rouge and take the motorcycle

She sees you running towards her 🙏 Which she lets out the deepest sigh out ever

She takes your hands and drags you into the jeep

Dewey slams the gas and everyone speeds off, luckily without anyone being caught

Nooow… as for what happens when you guys get back at base

She so pissed LMAOO

I mean she has every right to be upset, you done fked up dawg 🧍‍♀️

She scolding you for going off the plan and wandering off- especially during a raid!!

“What the hell were you thinkin’ huh?! What if they caught you? You wanna be forced back into that life?! Hyuna yelled, gripping onto your shoulders

You could only try to defend why you did it, but it would only fall to deaf ears

You knew she was right, and what you did was stupid- but you haven’t seen those kinds of flowers in what seemed like forever!

They were like a strange comfort, an odd memory of ‘home’

You also could see how overwhelmed Hyuna was by everything recently, the main plan was getting ready to be in motion

You thought you could give her the flowers, hopefully brightening her mood somehow.

“I really am sorry Hyuna, I just had to get it!” “Get what? Get what hah?” Hyuna pressed

You sighed and pulled out the squished flower crown from your bag

Hyuna’s eyes slightly widened as she watched you

“I found them, the flowers from the garden,” You paused. “‘Made it for you, Hyuna,”

She paused, slowly taking the crown and touching the petals,

He shook her head softly.

“You’re ridiculous you know that,” she scoffs, her lips curling into a soft grin

“Unbelievable, really, no sane person literally risks their life for flowers, babes,”

You smile “Heh, I don’t think anyone here is sane,”

She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead

“I really am sorry yun’,” You whispered

“It’s done now, please don’t do that again though. I can’t do this without you y/n,” She smiled at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen these since we left? I didn’t even know they grew out here!” Hyuna laughed

erm sorry for the cringe .. 🧍‍♀️ also sorry for the shortness of Mizi’s + Sua’s 😭 I had a brainfart w/ them

Made Nov 6th 2024

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etheries1015 · 1 year ago

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Because I have favorism towards the fae myself (And I'm sorry this is suggestive)

Remember Malleus' voice line about touching his hornes? Now, reader just touches them whenever they can be reached (like when Malleus is using their lap as a pillow) or stroking his tail whenever it's wrapped around Reader. Without realizing it's doing things to him.

Oh my gosh. Don't apologize for suggestive content, I love that shit. Feed me more of it. Heuheuheuheu.

Feeding a Faes hidden desires

Featuring: Malleus Draconia <3

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

18+ / suggestive content minors please don't interact~

It was difficult for Malleus Draconia to open up to people, he had to be the face of pure perfection for the sake of his kingdom. Every action he took, every word he said, would reflect upon Briar Valley and put his position as a prince in either light of greatness, or foolishness. The former was not an option for Malleus Draconia. He was given the best of the best when it came to his studies and academics, except, unfortunately, sex ed.

He understood the bare minimum of course, for reproduction was important for keeping the bloodline of the Draconias strong. What he was not well versed in, however, was the feeling of lust that came with reproduction. He never knew it could feel so... dirty.

When he had agreed to allow you to touch his horns when you insisted, he had no clue what kind of...desires this would stir up in him without realizing.

You had asked the draconic fae to touch his horns and his tail, and he spent a few times urging you otherwise in fear of harming you in some way. Yet it did not take him very long to feel curious and begin to imagine how your hands would feel upon his horns and extremities, starting out purely out of curiosity and the desire to be closer to you.

The first time you touched his horns was in the comfort of the lounge, he bent over for you to touch and feel them freely before being interrupted by Sebeks outraged cries of blasphemy. Since the moment your soft fingertips pressed against the roughness of his obsidian horns, he felt his body shudder at the contact, and something in him he decided to ignore screamed in his mind that it was perhaps a...dangerous endeavor. He had managed to suppress himself from such thoughts and desires, even allowing you to (on occasion) touch his horns and tail at your request. Never for too long, for when the thoughts returned he made a quick excuse to end the session. He wanted to respect you and your soft touch- not sully the romantic gesture with lustful thoughts.

He was often searching for your touch in many different ways, in hugs, cuddles, gentle kisses, holding hands...yet a few months and almost a year, he could feel himself become far more greedier. Malleus would notice the slight changes in himself when you would reach up to grab hold of something on a shelf, the way your shirt rode up your stomach ever so slightly, the way your hands would draw circles around the title page to get a feel for the book, he almost felt himself envious of the piece of literature. He told himself not to lose control, to hold himself together like a proper gentlefae, allowing you to only touch his draconic features on the rare occasion he felt he could keep himself properly composed.

Yet now there you were, in your room in Ramshackle dorm, sitting upon the lap of your lover gently caressing his smooth black horns absentmindedly. It was a comfortable atmosphere for you, being held lovingly by your tall fae significant other in silence while pouring your love and affection into your little pets upon his horns. You muttered a "beautiful..." before leaning up slightly...

and placing a kiss upon his horns.

Malleus let out a sudden high-pitched "urgh!" of surprise, his tail squeezing your waist slightly. Your eyebrows raised in shock, pulling away to look at your now flushed lover, feeling a bit of...excitement from down below. He suddenly removed his tail from your waist and seemed to want to move away from you, until you pushed your body on top of his own, straddling his waist and feeling his arousal between your thighs.

"I-i'm-" He gulped and let out a low moan, his hands shaking hesitantly mid air, not certain where he should place them, "I'm sorry- this is incredibly unbecoming of a king-" You hushed him with a rushed kiss and shook your head, the kiss lasting only a moment prior to you pulling away face as flushed as his and forehead pressed against his own.

"It's natural," You comforted him, "Do you...like it when I touch your horns, Mal...?" You hesitated your inquiry, his response a simple and slow nod giving you confidence to move your hands back to his horns and begin to rub them intimately. You felt his body twitch below you and his tail wrapped itself around your thigh, voice trembling. You hadn't seen the fae prince so shaken up before, so uncertain, so vulnerable. Only in front of you would he allow himself to lose such control.

"Are you...are you certain? I haven't any...experience," He muttered against the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your body and hugging you tightly as if to console himself.

"It's okay," you murmured, hands removing themselves from his horns much to his whining displeasure of the sudden warmth disappearing from them, before shuddering once more as your attention shifted to his tail. Your finger trailed the scales and you felt him twitch between your thighs through his pants as his excitement stirred with every touch you placed upon his extremities.

"I...want it too," You purred.

Malleus's desire gauge was now at 100%

and you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into.

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sheerfreesia007 · 4 months ago

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Interrupting the Festivities

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 4,992

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive, pregnancy, birth

Summary: It’s been a busy year for the two of you and you surprise Lee Know with a sweet little reveal that your family is going to be growing!

Minduelle: Dandelion, Ssang-dung-i-deul: Twins, Agi: baby, Eomeoni: mother, Gongjag: Peacock, Jagiya: Sweetheart

Part One: Dandelions

The smell of Spring was in the air as Minho stood at the back door of his family’s vacation home. He leaned up against the open door frame while crossing his arms of his chest and smiling softly as he spotted Minduelle walking through the field behind the house. He watches as she smiles softly and lets her hand gently graze along the tops of the tall grass, she’s dressed in a pretty sky blue sundress that’s dotted with little yellow flowers. Her hair is tied back from her face but flows freely down her back as the soft wind makes it flutter and dance behind her. She’s a picture of beauty and he can’t help but to pull his cell phone out and capture her picture quickly before he pushes off from the door frame and heads down the steps into the field.

It takes him no time to reach her and he’s easily sweeping her up into his arms and spinning her around in the air much to her squealing delight as she braces her hands against his shoulders while gazing down at him lovingly. He stops spinning her and slowly lowers her down the front of his body, feeling her every curve against him as her feet gently touch the ground. Her face is flushed and her eyes sparkle with delight as she looks up at him adoringly, her hands come up to cup his face and he watches as her eyes dart around taking him in quietly with a soft look on her face.

”What is it Mindeulle?” He asks softly as his own hands come up to cover hers.

”Just wondering what features our ssang-dung-i-duel will have from you and which ones they’ll have from me.” She says sweetly. Minho frowns softly at your words before he watches one of your hands fall from his face to cover your stomach. He blinks once, twice, thrice and you chuckle softly at his confusion before suddenly things start to click into place in his mind.

He had noticed your hesitation to have breakfast in the morning the past couple of weeks but you had only reassured him that it was just the changing of the seasons as Spring started to make itself known. But now as he stared down at your patiently waiting eager face and then lower to your hand covering your stomach he finally understood.

”You’re pregnant? With twins?” He asked in a soft tone as his eyes widened slightly at the knowledge.

”We’re pregnant with twins. You helped make me this way.” You corrected him with a gentle eye roll and he smirked softly at your implication before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips heatedly.

”We can do that again.” He teased and you rolled your eyes once more at him as you scoffed.

”This was supposed to be a sweet moment. How did you already turn it dirty?” You asked exasperated and he smirked down at you.

”Didn’t you know that’s my super power?” He asked smugly and you scoffed softly at him before he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. “My heart is so full right now. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. We’re going to have two little ones.” He whispered against your lips and you beamed happily up at him before pressing your lips to his once more. “Twins.” He whispered and then you watched it sink in and his eyes widened comically. “Oh shit, twins.” He said softly and you began to chuckle at his shock.

”Relax, we’ll be fine.” You soothed him and he eyed you still shocked and surprised but there was a happy glitter in his eyes that made your heart melt. “We will get through this together. It will be fine.”

*-*-*-*

Everything was not fine as you had promised. Your morning sickness had suddenly amped up within the last month and it found you almost every morning in the bathroom emptying your stomach for the better part of an hour. Minho had grown concerned when everything that the doctor had suggested to help you wasn’t working and you hadn’t been able to keep much down.

In his desperation he had called not only his mother for ideas on ways to help you keep things down but also your mother. Both women had easily descended on your home and had been coddling you excessively. Minho knew that you hated to be coddled like this but he couldn’t think of any other way to get help with your morning sickness. None of the books he had read about pregnancy had been all that helpful and he was really starting to grow concerned with your inability to keep anything in your stomach.

As it came closer and closer to the end of your first trimester Minho was worried that this would continue for the rest of your pregnancy. He couldn’t remember the last time that you were able to eat and keep down anything more than a few crackers, broth and water. Even your favorite tea managed to upset your stomach and he knew that it saddened you, you always loved a good cup of your favorite tea.

Right now as he placed a bowl of simple broth in front of you and a small stack of soup crackers he watched as you looked down at it before looking at his own soup bowl that was filled with vegetables and delectable thin slices of meat. Your stomach grumbled in hunger as your eyes took in his bowl of soup and Minho frowns softly wondering if he shouldn’t torture you by eating his meal in front of you, but he knows you’d protest not taking you meal with him. It was one of your favorite moments of the day, when the two of you would come together and just talk about your day while eating.

“Has the doctor said anything else about how to help your morning sickness and nausea?” he asked softly, still worrying about your inability to keep anything substantial in your stomach. He knew it couldn’t be healthy for you but he also worried that it wasn’t healthy for the babies either. He watches as your eyes stay glued to his soup bowl as he begins to eat before you answer him.

“She said that if it doesn’t get better once I hit my second trimester than she’ll have to put me on medication.” you tell him as you pick up your soup and drink your broth as your eyes still gaze at his bowl longingly. Minho nods his head before he begins to dig into his bowl as his eyes dance along your frame. “I’ve got half a mind to ask her to put me on the medication already, I’m so hungry.” you confess to him and he grimaces knowing that there wasn’t anything he could to help you with that unfortunately. “Being pregnant is rough enough already and then to not be able to eat anything besides crackers and broth.” you say with a frown, Minho watches as you pick up your chopsticks and steal a piece of water chestnut from his bowl and before he can stop you you slip the vegetable into your mouth still talking around it while you chew. “It’s not fair really, I mean I’m the one growing our twins and they’re stealing nutrients from me every hour but yet they won’t let me eat peacefully!” you complain goodnaturedly and Minho watches with wide eyes as you quickly steal another piece of water chestnut from his bowl and slip it quickly in your mouth before you groan loudly and let you eyes fall shut. He waits for your stomach to start rolling and for you to rush for the bathroom but when you continue sipping your soup and dipping your crackers into your broth he’s surprised.

“Mindeulle, sweetheart.” he says softly and you look up at him with a furrowed brow. “You just ate two water chestnuts. Is your stomach feeling alright?” he asked worriedly and you tilt your head cutely at him before your eyes widened comically along with his.

“I don’t feel sick. Minho! I don’t feel sick!” you rush out hurriedly as excitement fills your face and he can’t help but grin widely at how adorable you looked to him. “Is there more water chestnuts in the pot?” you asked him quickly as you stood from the table.

“Now wait, don’t overdo it. We don’t know if this is your body finally getting over the morning sickness or if it’s just accepting water chestnuts. It might reject all the other vegetables and meats.” he cautioned you and you nodded your head at his words.

“I want to try though. At least I know I can now have water chestnuts. That’s better than nothing.” you begin to ramble and he follows you back into the kitchen to help you get some vegetables to put in your soup. He takes the bowl from you and begins to put a few water chestnuts in your bowl before selecting one vegetable each from the others he had prepared. Just as he’s selecting the last vegetable you burst into loud sobs and Minho flinches with worry as he quickly turns to you still holding your bowl.

“Mindeulle! What? What is it? Are you okay? Is it the babies?” he asked panicked and you shake your head quickly trying to reassure him as tears continue race down your face as sobs rack your body. Minho sets your bowl down and quickly pulls you into his arms rubbing his hands down your back trying to soothe you. “Tell me, what’s wrong?” he tells you pleadingly and you look up at him.

“I’m just so happy that I can eat water chestnuts.” you sob and Minho stands there still rubbing your back before he begins to laugh loudly at your words. He knows he shouldn’t laugh but just the simple fact that you can stomach water chestnuts has you sobbing like your world was ending.

“Oh sweetheart.” he coos softly at you as he tries to stop his laughing. He pulls you close into his body and envelops you in his warmth. “My poor agi.” he coos softly as you begin to calm down. Cupping your face he tilts it up to gaze into it before he leans forward and kisses you deeply.

After he gets you settled back into your place at the dining table he quickly shoots both your mother and his mother a text letting them know that your stomach has eased and you’re now happily eating vegetables in your soup. When they both respond in positive praise he then returns to his place at the dining table and watches you quietly as you eat your fill of vegetables and broth with a soft smile on his face.

*-*-*-*

Minho taps his hand against the steering wheel excitedly as he carefully watches traffic flowing around his car. A pop song plays on the radio before it’s suddenly changed to another station with a rock song, he smirks softly as his eyes dart over to you as you settle back into the passenger seat while your hand comes to lay flat against your rounded stomach.

You’re now half through your second trimester and your baby bump is more prominent which has made Minho’s aegyo almost uncontrollable. He just loves looking over at you and seeing your round tummy knowing that the twins are in there. He’s constantly filled with love and awe every time he looks at you and he can’t control himself to keep his hands to himself anymore. You’ve begrudgingly accepted it even when you don’t want to be touched, you’ve told him that while you may not want to be touched the way his face lights up every time he sees you makes your heart melt and your body feel like jello.

“So will there be an ultrasound today?” he asks for the millionth time and you huff at him before shifting in your seat once again. As the twins continue to grow within you your discomfort skyrockets and Minho can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be to have two babies growing within you.

“Yes Min. I told you this. You know this.” you say tiredly with a long sigh as you try not to snap at him. He knows that your irritable attitude lately has only been because of how uncomfortable you’ve gotten so he tries to keep you as peaceful as possible but sometimes he knows he gets too excited for you. “I hope it won’t too long of a wait, they always ask for a urine sample and the twins are doing somersaults on my bladder.” you say softly as you huff out a breath while shifting once more in your seat. Minho gently takes your hand in his before raising it to his lips trying to ease you.

“Well you tell those two to cut it out and give their Eomeoni a break.” he says firmly and you smile beautifully at him before your eyes begin to tear up. “Oh no, no, no, no. I didn’t mean to make you cry agi.” he coos softly and you quickly brush under your eyes catching the tears as they fall.

“It’s okay, I’m just a mess lately.” you say quickly and Minho smiles softly at you giving you a moment to compose yourself as he pulls into the parking lot of the doctor’s office.

“What caused the waterworks this time?” he asked gently as he parked the car and you scoffed softly at him causing him to grin widely at you.

“Calling me their Eomeoni.” you confess quietly and he beams over at you. “Don’t start, it just hit me a little harder than normally.” you warn him and he quickly gets out of the car before rushing around it to your door and helping you out. He wraps his arms around you loosely and rubs his nose gently against yours before pecking your lips. “Don’t make me cry in the parking lot.” you warn him and he grins down at you feeling his heart swell to its limits at how much he loves you.

“I won’t, I won’t.” he promises and you nod your head at him before he begins to guide you towards the doctor’s office eager to see what the twins look like now since the last ultrasound. He idly wonders if he can convince the nurse to let him keep all the pictures they take today.

*-*-*-*

“Mindeulle, are you sure that’s what you actually want to eat? That sounds disgusting, soy sauce and vanilla ice cream? That’s going to give you heartburn.” he said into the phone as he walked down the freezer aisle looking for the ice cream.

“Please Minho, I need it. In fact it’s a straight order from the twins and you wouldn’t deprive them would you?” you whine over the phone and Minho chuckles softly at you.

“Well if it’s a straight order from the twins how could I deny them?” he humors you and hears you huff softly at him and he chuckles softly. “What now?” he asks softly and hears your soft grumble.

“You’d deny their Eomeoni but if it’s from the twins you get them whatever they want.” you gripe out softly and Minho bursts out into happy laughter.

“Are you really jealous of our twins right now?” he asks amusedly and you huff at him. “And am I not at the grocery store right now picking up soy sauce and vanilla ice cream for the three of you?” he asked smugly.

“Yes, yes but it’s because the twins need it.” you counter and he laughs at you again.

“I love you crazy woman. I’ll never deny you of anything unless it’d harm you.” he tells you honestly and you sigh wistfully over the line.

“How can you annoy me one second and then make my heart melt the next? It’s not fair. How am I supposed to not jump your bones as soon as you walk through the door?” you whine softly and Minho straightens against the grocery cart with interest at your words.

“Is that so?” he asks softly and you huff softly in his ear.

“I’ve been needy for you since you left. It doesn’t make any sense. I want the food but I want you too. So much.” you whine softly and Minho quickly rushes to the ice cream section before grabbing the most rich vanilla ice cream he can spot before heading to the registers.

“You better be naked on the couch waiting for me when I get home.” he says in a heated whisper into the phone.

“But the ice cream.” you whine softly and he huffs softly at you.

“I will feed it to you while you sit on my cock.” he grunts out and you keen loudly in his ear. Minho doesn’t bother to put the shopping cart back in its rightful place as he pays for the ice cream and runs out of the store to his car as he hears you shuffling in the background removing your clothes.

*-*-*-*

Your living room has exploded with Christmas wrapping paper, bows, bags, and name tags among the boxes of gifts that you may have overdone purchasing for everyone you loved. But as you sit in the middle of it all with Jisung and Gongjag sitting on the sofa and the armchair helping you keep everything organized and helping with the wrapping of the gifts. The Christmas tree that you and Minho had set up and decorated sat in the corner twinkling with its sparkling lights and eclectic assortment of ornaments kept catching your attention and distracting you.

This morning Minho had to leave early to head into the office for an issue that couldn’t be handled remotely. He had told you he hadn’t wanted to leave you so close to your due date, it was still two weeks away but the doctor had cautioned that you could go into labor at any moment now. Not to mention the twins had been more active lately not being able to settle or lay still for very long which had caused you quite a bit of pain effectively causing Minho to become more overprotective of you. But he ultimately had to leave you for the day to finish up work. He had made a call to Jisung and Gongjag asking them to stay with you today while he was away. You hadn’t agreed with his reasoning of having to bother your friends to keep watch of you but you had to admit that you enjoyed the company as you laughed at Jisung sticking his tongue out at his wife from the armchair as she flung a bow at him.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter when the bow stuck to his head as you stood there in the middle of the multiple rolls of wrapping paper. As you continued to laugh as Jisung flinched back and tried to remove the bow as Gongjag teased him you suddenly felt a wet warmth form and then flow down your legs and you looked at Gongjag with wide eyes as you gasped loudly. Gongjag looked over at you worriedly before her eyes widened in her face and she quickly jumped from the sofa and rushed over to you.

“Your water broke. We have to go to the hospital. C’mon let’s get you changed quickly and we’ll drive you.” she guided you softly as you stared at her worriedly.

“Minho, we have to tell Minho.” you gasped out softly when a sharp pain raced across your stomach causing you to grip it tightly with your hand.

“Okay, we’ll tel him. Breathe through your nose remember.” Gongjag instructed as she guided you out of the living room and towards your bedroom. “Jisung grab her hospital bag! Put it in the car!” Gongjag called out to him over her shoulder and you could hear him rushing around the apartment.

“On it!” he called before the front door slammed shut. Gongjag easily helped you out of your wet yoga pants and handed you a fresh pair of underwear and sweats before bending down to help you step into the clothes.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you rushed out worriedly and Gongjag shook her head as you stood after dressing you.

“Don’t worry agi. We all love you and are gonna help you birth these babies.” she cooed softly at you and you burst into tears at her kind hearted words. “Oh agi. No tears, this is a happy moment. You can tell the ssang-dung-i-deul all about how their Auntie helped them come into this world when they’re older. Preferably on the eighteenth birthday in front of everyone.” she said conspiratorially and you chuckled watery at her words as you nodded your head. You hissed suddenly as another contraction gripped you and Gongjag looked at her watch timing the contraction before leading you out of the bedroom towards the front door where Jisung stood waiting anxiously as he shifted from one foot to the other. You burst out in stilted laughter as you spotted the bow still stuck to his head and Gongjag rolled her eyes at him.

“The babies are coming!” Jisung suddenly rushed out and you chuckled once more at him as the bow bounced on his head as he erratically moved trying to find the best place for himself to be helpful.

“Ji pabo. You go first and get the car started.” Gongjag instructs him. “Then come back and wait at the bottom of the stairs while I walk Mindeulle down.” You huff softly as another contraction grips you as you all walk out of the apartment before Jisung rushes off down to the car. “I swear he’d lose his head in an emergency.” she says softly to herself and you laugh softly at her words while you nod your head.

“But he’s too sweet for his own good.” you tell her and she nods her head avidly at your words.

“Oh absolutely. He wants to help, he just doesn’t know what to do or how to help. My sweet clueless jagiya.” she says softly and you chuckle softly as you come up to the stairs leading down into the parking lot. Just as Jisung came walking to the bottom of the stairs and you had made it a little more than half way down the stairs a contraction hit you so intensely that it made you double over on the stairs. Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around you and guided you down the stairs as you hissed and tried to suck in air through your nose.

“I got you Mindeulle.” he said softly as his hand came up to cover your stomach. “We gotta tell these little ones to cut you some slack.” he teased and you grinned at him while walking to their car. Jisung helped you into the backseat before sliding in on the other side while Gongjag sat in the driver’s seat and began pulling out of the parking lot quickly.

“We have to call Minho.” you gasped out softly and Jisung nodded his head while pulling out his cell phone as Gongjag drove as safely and quickly to the hospital.

“Yah Minho!” Jisung greeted anxiously as you gripped his hand tightly in your own as you did your breathing exercises. “You need to meet us at the hospital!” Jisung said worriedly before crying out loudly as you gripped his hand tightly as a contraction ripped through your lower half as you cried out loudly in pain.

“Easy Mindeulle, we’re almost there.” Gongjag tried to reassure you as Jisung nodded his head at you.

“Minho, just get to the hospital!” shouted Jisung into the phone before hanging up. You knew that Minho would probably be in a panic now after that phone call and probably after hearing you in the background but you couldn’t focus on that as you felt the contractions start coming closer and closer together as you squirmed in the backseat of the car.

*-*-*-*

Minho rushes through the emergency doors of the hospital gasping for breath and looking around frantically at everyone that was in the waiting room. He spotted the nurse at the front desk and rushed over to it feeling out of breath and worried beyond belief.

“Excuse me” he panted softly and the nurse looked up at him concerned.

“Can I help you?” she asked curiously and he nodded his head.

“My wife, she’s giving birth and was rushed here by our friends.” he tried to explain to her but his words came out staccato.

“What’s the last name dear?” she asked kindly with a soft smile on her face.

“Lee.” he told her and she nodded her head as she typed in the name hurriedly before looking through the records in the computer.

“Third floor, room three hundred forty one.” she told him. “Take the elevators right over there to the third floor.” she instructed him before pointing towards two elevators in the corner of the room. Minho nodded his head and thanked her quickly before rushing to the elevators. He anxiously waited for the elevators to arrive before quickly getting into them and pressing the button for the third floor. He shifted on his feet as the elevator rose from the first floor and tried to calm himself down to not be completely panicked.

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened Minho quickly walked out and was greeted by a nurse at another front desk.

“Can I help you?” she asked kindly and Minho walked hurriedly over to her.

“My wife is giving birth in room three hundred forty one. I need to be with her please.” he rushed out and she smiled widely at him.

“Can I see your i.d. please?” she asked quickly and he easily pulled his wallet out before showing her his i.d. She smiled while nodding her head and pressed a button that unlocked the door leading further into the maternity ward. “Right down the hallway on the left.” she instructed and Minho nodded his head before quickly rushing down the hallway.

When he came to the door for room three hundred forty one he could hear you groaning loudly from within before he knocked quickly on the door. It opened suddenly and Minho was greeted by a panicked looking Jisung.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” he cried happily before pulling Minho into the room. Minho stood there for a moment quickly taking in the room before he spotted you on the bed sweaty and panting softly as you gritted your teeth.

“Are you the husband?” asked the doctor who was moving towards the end of your bed and Minho nodded quickly before he moved to your side. You looked over at him and sighed softly when your eyes connected with his.

“You almost missed it.” you said sorrowfully and Minho shook his head quickly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he whispered to you before guiding you to sit forward as he climbed into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your body like the two of you had planned for your birth. Your body fell heavily back against his chest and he sturdily kept you upright as he pressed sweet kisses to the side of your face. “You’re doing so well agi. So well. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered in your ear.

“Alright Mrs. Lee, on the count of three I need you to push. We’re at the end now.” the doctor instructed you and Minho felt you shake your head at his words.

“C’mon Mindeulle. We have to push. Our ssang-dung-i-deul are coming.” Minho whispered into your ear and your head lolled back against his shoulder.

“I’m so tired.” you panted out and Minho nodded his head while interlacing your fingers with his as he shifted back against the bed.

“Alright, one, two, three!” said the doctor loudly and Minho leaned forward with you as you gripped his fingers tightly as you screamed in pain. “Good! There’s one!” said the doctor as he handed one baby to an awaiting nurse who quickly moved to clean up the baby. Minho gasped as the sound of a loud wail filled the room and he beamed proudly as he pressed more kisses to the side of your head. “One more time, count of three. Let’s get that little girl out here.” the doctor said encouragingly. “One, two, three!” Minho leaned forward once more with you as you screamed and gripped his fingers again. He watched wide eyed as your daughter was slipped from your body and handed off to another nurse who quickly moved to clean her off. When he heard the wail of his little girl Minho sagged back against the bed with you laying heavily on his chest and he began to chuckle softly as tears fell from his eyes.

“Here you are Eomeoni.” came the sweet soft voice of the first nurse and Minho watched in awe as she gently placed your son in your arms, laying him on your chest. Minho stared down at the two of you as his body began to shake with so much emotion coursing through him before the second nurse came over with your daughter and laid her on the other side of your chest. His arms came around the three of you protectively as he pressed kisses into your hairline while tears still slipped down his face.

He’s so enraptured by the beautiful moment of his little family expanding by two that he doesn’t notice Jisung proudly snapping picture after picture on his cell phone to later send to the happy exhausted parents.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

#my writing #stray kids #skz #skz x reader #lee know x reader #lee minho x reader #lee know #lee minho

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thomaslittlegirl · 3 months ago

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nightmare. cillian murphy

cillian was seeing his personal assistant.

your head felt hot and about to explode. this couldn't happen, it couldn't be happening to you. not to you.

your chest closed and prevented you from breathing. murphy only looked at you with sad eyes, but not sorry for what had happened.

"we have to break up." he asked, and it all sounded unreal.

were you worth so little in his life?

your heart seemed like it was going to burst out at any moment from the anguish, the metallic taste in your mouth making everything worse.

"love... love... LOVE!"

when you wake up you take a breath of fresh air, feeling suffocated. it seems like your lungs haven't received air in hours.

your heart beats in your throat.

"are you okay?" cillian asks with concern. his face has a panicked expression you've never seen before.

you swallow and try to respond but only a pained gasp escapes your mouth. the man leans in front of you and caresses your cheek while looking at you carefully.

everything feels so unreal that his touch reminds you that this is reality, this is your life.

"are you here with me?" he asks again; his blue eyes watching your reaction.

you carefully nod, feeling the sting of tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. "i'm here."

murphy nods and swallows nervously at your state, letting out a long sigh.

"i had the worst nightmare of my life." you say. he looks at you, frowning.

"what did you dream?" he asks curiously.

you swallow and sit up in bed, hair tickling your shoulders annoyingly.

"you... you left me..." you speak slowly. cillian watches you quietly, watching the tears fall from your eyes.

a lump appears in your throat.

"i... left you?"

you nod, pouting at him. you feel so sad that you want to shelter in his arms until there is no evidence of the nightmare you just had.

"you left me." you confirm. cillian caresses your thigh lovingly, listening to you. "you said we couldn't be together... that the difference in our ages was starting to get in the way and you couldn't deal with it."

that topic was something that often affected them both. each time the differences were more noticeable between the two; it was something that tormented you, the fact that you two were in completely different stages of your lives, the fact that people commented on it as freely as if either of you had asked for advice.

it was a topic that tortured you, but you both always knew how to solve it like the two adults you were.

"also, you... you told me that you were seeing someone else... that..." you try to speak, feeling the lump in your throat worsen. now it was difficult for you to even swallow saliva, much less speak. "... that you were... in love with someone else..."

your husband notices how it's getting harder and harder for you to maintain your composure and knows what he has to do: cillian knows he has to reassure you that everything was a horrible nightmare and that you are everything he wants.

he knows that you need his sweet words to calm you down and prevent you from having an attack.

the man takes your face in both of his hands and caresses your cheeks gently.

"love..." he begins, his light blue eyes soften and he looks at you with an expression full of calm. "it was just a dream, okay?" he promise, caressing your soft skin. "there is no woman in this world that would make me leave you... i would never look at anyone with the eyes that i look at you... much less at someone who works for me, much less at my damn assistant."

oh...

oh.

your eyes widen in terror and you tense under his touch. your mouth becomes so dry that it seems like you haven't had any fluids in days.

cillian notices your expression and lets go of your face, biting his lip.

"you never told me it was about her, did you?"

you shake your head, realization falling on you like a bucket of ice water.

. . .

request by this sweetheart <3

#cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #cillian fanfic #cillian murphy #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fic

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beansandsprouts · 2 years ago

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Hugs and Kisses

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summmary: Dean's just smitten with you and finally gets up the confidence to tell you those three special words.

Warnings: none

You were chopping some vegetables when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

"Dean, I'm cooking."

"I know." He murmured.

He began to gently press light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

"Stop, that tickles." You said, though a smile was evident in your voice.

He grunted in response and continued to kiss you, nipping at your skin a bit.

"You're very distracting." You said as you set the knife down and turned to face him, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"Mhm." He was giving you that look that was reserved only for you.

It was soft, his face wasn't tense or frowning like it usually was. A smile graced his features, and his eyes were full of love.

"Do you want something, my love?"

"Maybe." His eyes flicked down to your lips.

"And what could that possibly be?"

You liked to make him ask outright. He always got a little sheepish about it, not used to wanting affection, let alone that type of affection. It made your heart flutter to see him shy and flustered.

"I think you know princess."

"Do I?" You grinned. You definitely did.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a few moments passed.

"Can I-can I kiss you?"

You grinned, "Yes Dean, you can kiss me."

Eagerly he leaned forward, lifting one hand to cup your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Dean loved kissing you, it was intoxicating. He loved feeling you smile against his lips, he loved feeling you kiss back. He loved holding you while he did, feeling you so close to him. There was a time when he never thought he'd be able to do this.

You hummed in contentment as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Your hands moved to run through his hair, he loved when you touched him so freely and lovingly.

Before, anytime he was touched by a woman it was sexual, they only want to get in his pants. But with you, you just wanted to touch him, to memorize the planes of his body and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He loved feeling your fingers run through his hair.

He gently pulled back, eyes taking in your face. The way you looked at him so adoringly.

"I love you." He said.

Both your eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

"Wait, shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-its too soon isn't it? Fuck y/n-"

"I love you too." You said quickly, before he could lose himself in his worries.

"Really?"

"Yes Dean. Really. I love you." You said softly.

You stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed in relief, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for awhile, content with standing in each other's arms.

"You're my world ya know," he finally said, lifting his head to meet your eyes, "You're my light, my life. You've given me so much and asked so little in return and I just...I'd do anything for you."

"Dean..."

"You don't have to say anything. You love me too, and that's made me happier than I've ever been. I don't think I could get much happier than this."

He was smiling so hard, his eyes were full of love, and he was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered.

And he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"Now," he said as he pulled back, "Why don't I help you finish up dinner?"

#dean winchester x you #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester #fluff #i just want to write soft dean #i love him #ive also decided princess is the official pet name

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lightdancingwords · 4 days ago

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Crossroads of the Heart - Part Thirty of ?

Pairings: CJ Braxton x Y/N Female reader

Series Summary: Y/N is a psychology major assigned to shadow CJ at The Stand, unaware he's the one who basically saved her life four years before. CJ is unaware that she's the one who left a notable impact on him over the phone four years ago. As they navigate the work at The Stand, they develop a spark that demands revelation and connection.

Word Count: 4,717

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, a touch of angst

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Dividers: credit to @saradika-graphics

Chapter Thirty: Why?

The quiet of the evening wrapped around them like a soft blanket, the kind that made time stretch and hush the world. CJ’s arms remained around Y/N, his heartbeat steady beneath her ear. The earlier warmth and tenderness still lingered in the room, but Y/N's thoughts were gently stirring beneath the surface.

She hadn't asked. Not right away.

But she’d wondered.

And now—curled into his chest, wrapped in the kind of safety only he could offer—she found the space to breathe the question aloud.

“Can I ask you something?” she whispered, the words brushing the fabric of his shirt.

CJ’s arms tightened around her just slightly. “Of course.”

She hesitated. Not from doubt—but from care. From the knowledge that this wasn’t a light question.

“Why did you talk to my father?”

The question sat gently between them. Not accusatory. Not demanding. Just waiting.

CJ let out a slow breath. She felt it ripple through his chest.

“I knew you’d ask that eventually,” he said softly.

Y/N lifted her head, eyes searching his, wide and open—but steady.

CJ met her gaze, and his fingers brushed back a lock of hair from her cheek as he spoke.

“It wasn’t for permission. And it definitely wasn’t for his blessing.” His voice was calm, sure. “You’re your own woman. No one grants the right to love you—not even your father. That’s something you gave me. Freely.”

Y/N swallowed, but didn’t look away.

“I know your history with him is complicated,” CJ went on. “And I don’t pretend to fully understand the depth of it. But I’ve seen enough to know that man doesn’t get to claim ownership over any part of your happiness.”

“Then… why?” she asked gently.

CJ’s jaw shifted slightly, not with tension—but with the gravity of the truth.

“Because it was for me,” he said. “Because I needed to say it out loud—to the man who had once made you feel unseen, unheard, and hurt. I needed to make it clear: You are not his to understand. You’re mine to love.”

He paused, his thumb brushing lightly over her hand.

“He didn’t need to know. Not really. None of it was ever his to know. But I needed to draw a line in the sand. Not for drama. Not to provoke anything. Just to clear the space in my own heart—to make sure the path forward, our path, was untangled from the past.”

Y/N’s breath trembled softly. Her eyes shimmered.

CJ leaned in, voice low. “I talked to him not because he mattered, but because you do.”

She blinked, then let out a quiet sound—part sob, part laugh—and buried herself in his chest again.

“God, CJ,” she murmured. “You keep loving me in all the ways I didn’t know I needed.”

He kissed the crown of her head, holding her tighter.

“That’s the plan,” he whispered. “For the rest of my life.”

And in that quiet room, the last of the weight shifted away— not erased, but finally, lovingly moved aside. So they could walk forward. Free. Together.

Chapter Thirty (and a half): Gabby's Day

The double doors of The Stand burst open at precisely 8:58 a.m.—two minutes early, which, for Gabby, was practically a declaration of war against the gods of tardiness.

Her arrival was never quiet. Never subtle. And never, ever, forgettable.

She swept in with the energy of a caffeine-fueled Broadway number, sunglasses still perched atop her head like a crown, a massive tote slung over her shoulder, and her coffee order clutched in one hand with bright red nails and rings that sparkled like she might secretly run a glitter cartel.

“HELLO, emotionally complex and beautifully under-caffeinated people!” she announced, her voice carrying with the same boldness as someone stepping on stage. “The light of your Tuesday has arrived. You're welcome.”

She dropped her tote onto the volunteer desk with a dramatic thud, nearly startling the front desk coordinator into dropping a stack of intake forms. The poor guy recovered quickly—he knew better by now. Gabby’s entrance wasn’t the exception; it was tradition.

The morning crew looked up from their screens and coffees with a mixture of exasperation and affection.

“You are so much,” muttered Ryan from volunteer check-in, adjusting his glasses without looking away from his clipboard.

“I’m the perfect amount,” Gabby shot back, flashing him a grin as she whipped off her sunglasses and tucked them into the front of her shirt. “You’re just intimidated by excellence before ten a.m.”

She took a long, victorious sip of her coffee—an unnecessarily large cold brew with caramel drizzle, oat milk, and exactly two pumps of something she insisted on calling “liquid sunshine.”

The drink was basically a mood stabilizer for her and everyone else.

As she made her way toward the call center, she called out greetings, compliments, and bits of unsolicited wisdom as if she were blessing each desk she passed.

“Tamara, you look like a goddess in that green. Never doubt it.” “Marcus, drink water. You’re ninety percent dehydrated ego.” “And Becky! If you don’t ask for that raise today, I will do it for you in interpretive dance.”

She twirled once as she passed the bulletin board—just because she could—and flung herself into her chair at the far end of the call floor with a satisfied plop.

The headset was on within seconds.

The volume? Turned way up. The mood? Unstoppable.

Tuesdays didn’t start at The Stand. Tuesdays started when Gabby arrived.

And everyone knew it.

Gabby was a force on the call floor—equal parts compassion and chaos, empathy wrapped in glitter and fire.

When the headset was on, she dialed into something different. Still herself, still vibrant, but with a softness that only came out when someone on the other end needed it most.

“Hi there, you’ve got Gabby—no judgment, just honesty and probably too many metaphors,” she said during one call, her voice warm and upbeat. “Let’s figure this out together, okay?”

She listened. Really listened. Not just to the words, but to the sighs, the silence, the tremble between breaths. And when someone cried? She didn’t flinch. She stayed.

“You don’t have to be okay right now. I’ll hold this moment for you until you can breathe again.”

When the call ended, she pulled off her headset and leaned back, taking a slow sip from her increasingly watered-down coffee. She exhaled deeply, shook out her shoulders, and rolled her neck.

Then she turned… and immediately found her target.

“Miiiiles,” she sing-songed, swiveling in her chair toward the workstation across from hers.

Miles didn’t look up. He rarely did. “No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say.”

“I know the sound of trouble, and it usually starts with that tone.”

Gabby grinned, unfazed. She rolled herself—literally rolled—closer to his desk, her chair wheels squeaking slightly.

“I was just going to say that your code window looks very pretty today. Very… binary chic.”

Miles sighed, pausing just long enough to glance at her sideways. “It’s code, Gabby.”

She batted her lashes. “Which is basically poetry but in nerd.”

He groaned. “Please don’t start.”

She leaned an elbow on his desk, propping her chin in her hand, watching him work like he was the most interesting person in the world—which only annoyed him more, which of course meant she did it more.

“I bet under all this ‘grumble-grumble don’t-touch-my-server’ nonsense, you’re actually a total sap,” she said casually.

He didn’t respond.

So she added with a knowing smirk, “You probably watch sad movies alone and pretend you’re just allergic to emotion.”

Still silence.

Gabby leaned in a little closer, her voice softening. “But you walked me to my car last week when I stayed late. And the week before that, you fixed my screen brightness and didn’t even pretend to be mad about it.”

“I was mad,” Miles said, finally glancing at her.

“Were you?” she said sweetly. “Because you also brought me coffee the next day.”

“That was unrelated.”

“Mmhm. Sure it was.”

They locked eyes for a second—just a flicker—and Gabby saw it: the tiny shift in his mouth, the almost-smile, the way his shoulders didn’t seem quite so tense.

He turned back to his monitor without another word.

Gabby leaned back in her chair with a satisfied sigh. “It’s okay. I like that you pretend not to like me. Makes it more fun when I know you do.”

He didn’t answer, but the tiniest ghost of a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

And she saw it. Oh, she always saw it.

Because while Miles rarely said what he felt, Gabby never needed the words. She lived in the spaces between them. And that, somehow, was where they fit.

It wasn’t enough for Gabby to charm half the helpline staff and poke relentlessly at Miles until his silence gave way to the ghost of a smile. No, no. That was merely the warm-up.

Her true sport—the hobby that lit her up like a disco ball—was tormenting CJ Braxton.

And Tuesdays? Oh, Tuesdays were prime time for it.

Around midmorning, after her fourth call and second coffee refill, she strolled into CJ’s office like she owned the lease. No knock. Never knocked.

CJ didn’t look up right away. He was typing, brow furrowed, the weight of responsibility settled firmly on his shoulders like it usually was. That was fine. Gabby lived for the challenge.

“CJ,” she said, voice low and ominous as she leaned against the frame of the open door. “We need to talk about your aura.”

His typing slowed.

“I think you’re radiating managerial guilt again. It’s leaking into the atmosphere and clogging the filter in my headset.”

He sighed. Didn’t look up. “Gabby.”

“Also, have you eaten?” she asked, suddenly cheerful. “Because I know you get grumpy when you don’t eat, and we all remember the granola bar incident of last month.”

CJ looked up slowly. “You mean the granola bar you stole off my desk while I was in the middle of a Zoom call?”

“I liberated it,” she corrected. “And it was dry. You’re welcome.”

He returned to typing. “What do you want?”

Gabby entered without permission, flopped into the chair across from his desk, and folded her legs beneath her like a cat preparing to nap somewhere it shouldn’t.

“I want to discuss your wedding aesthetic, obviously.”

CJ’s fingers paused mid-keystroke.

She smirked. “Oh, now you’re listening.”

“I don’t need your opinion on—”

“Rustic woodland, but elegant. Candles everywhere. No DJ—just a string quartet that knows how to play Taylor Swift’s greatest hits.”

CJ looked pained.

She leaned forward, eyes glittering. “Oh! And at the reception, instead of a traditional speech, I will be performing a dramatic spoken-word poem about your journey from emotionally constipated boss to doting fiancé. There may be interpretive dance.”

He groaned softly, dragging a hand down his face. “Why are you like this?”

Y/N just so happened to walk by at that exact moment, catching the tail end of the conversation. She paused in the doorway, biting her lip to suppress a laugh.

“Is she bothering you?” she asked innocently, arms folded.

“She’s plotting our wedding,” CJ muttered.

“Oh no,” Y/N said, feigning shock. “Gabby, tell me you’re not pushing the Taylor Swift idea again.”

“First of all,” Gabby said, indignant, “if there’s any wedding where ‘Enchanted’ deserves a full orchestral moment, it’s this one. Second—why are you not backing me up here?”

Y/N grinned. “Because watching you harass CJ is my new favorite pastime.”

CJ shot her a betrayed look.

Gabby clasped her hands in mock reverence. “A woman of culture. I salute you.”

With a flourish, she stood from the chair and gave a small, exaggerated bow. “You may pretend to hate it, CJ, but deep down you love the attention.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

He didn’t argue again. Just went back to typing with the resigned air of a man who knew better than to challenge chaos when it was already in the room.

Gabby winked at Y/N as she sauntered out of the office. “He’s so easy to rile. It’s honestly too easy.”

And down the hallway, her laughter echoed.

It was Tuesday.

And CJ Braxton, whether he liked it or not, was Gabby’s favorite victim.

Lunch at The Stand was never quiet—especially not on a Tuesday.

The break room was already abuzz when Gabby burst in, burrito bowl in hand and commentary ready to go. She dropped into the seat beside Y/N with the energy of someone who had sprinted there solely to resume mid-sentence.

“—and that’s why I told CJ I should officiate your wedding and choreograph your first dance. Multitalented.”

Y/N snorted into her tea, dabbing at her lips with a napkin. “You can’t dance.”

Gabby gasped. “Rude! I can interpretively sway with soul and drama.”

“Gabby,” Y/N said, grinning, “the last time you danced, you sprained your ankle trying to recreate a scene from Center Stage in socks.”

“That floor was too smooth and not emotionally supportive,” she said, indignantly. “Also, I landed the spin.”

“Into the file cabinet.”

“Art has consequences.”

As Y/N laughed, others began filtering into the room—Priya with a small Tupperware of carefully cut vegetables, two volunteers with sandwiches and folders in hand, and, finally, Miles.

He entered with his usual understated presence, clutching a plain brown paper bag and clearly hoping to go unnoticed.

No such luck.

“Miles!” Gabby lit up like a bulb the moment she saw him. “Over here! You can’t hide behind passive-aggressive Excel sheets forever.”

He froze for half a beat, gave a slow blink, and then sighed in the way a man does when he knows resistance is futile. “I’m not hiding,” he muttered.

Priya, now seated beside Y/N, looked up from her carrots. “That sounded very much like hiding.”

Miles took the only available seat—directly across from Gabby. It was a trap. Everyone in the room knew it.

Gabby leaned forward, chin in hand. “So, Mr. Database. Tell us something romantic. Shock the room.”

Miles opened his sandwich with focused precision, as if hoping to physically disappear into the turkey and rye. “Romantic?”

Y/N grinned, watching the dynamic unfold like a favorite sitcom.

“Yeah,” Gabby said, her voice syrupy. “Like… what’s the most adorably sweet thing you’ve ever done that you’ll never admit out loud?”

Miles didn’t look up. “Not answering that.”

Gabby batted her lashes. “Because it would reveal you have a heart?”

“I never said I didn’t have a heart. I just said I don’t offer it up for dramatic Tuesday lunchtime inquisition.”

Priya coughed into her cup, disguising a laugh.

Gabby smiled, soft and wicked all at once. “You fixed my laptop last week and replaced the keyboard cover with one in my favorite color. Don’t think I didn’t notice.”

Miles paused mid-bite. “It was on sale.”

“You remembered my favorite color.”

“I’m not colorblind, Gabby.”

She leaned closer, her voice a whisper just for him. “You’re not fooling anyone, you know.”

He finally looked at her—and there it was. That flicker. That near-smile. That infinitesimal softening in his eyes that only she ever seemed to draw out.

“Eat your lunch,” he muttered, but his tone lacked heat.

Gabby smiled like she’d just won a silent battle. “Gladly. Watching you squirm is a seasoning all its own.”

Y/N bit back a laugh, and Priya gave a knowing glance toward her, then toward Miles. They all saw it. That he was hooked. That he was the one falling harder than he knew how to admit. That Gabby had wrapped herself around his walls and settled in like sunlight through cracked blinds—relentless, unexpected, and warm.

Gabby never said it aloud, not really. And Miles certainly hadn’t. But it was there. In every quip, every glance, every quiet thing he did that said I see you. Even if his mouth said nothing at all.

Lunch passed in laughter and soft tension, teasing and bright glances, and when the break room began to empty, Gabby nudged his knee with hers beneath the table.

“Next week,” she whispered.

Miles raised a brow. “What’s next week?”

“You’ll see.”

And somehow, he already knew—whatever it was—he’d show up. Because he always did.

Especially for her.

By the afternoon, The Stand had fallen back into its familiar rhythm—calls coming in, volunteers settling into their shifts, a gentle murmur of quiet conversation and the occasional creak of rolling chairs.

And in the center of it all was Gabby.

A force of nature. A whirlwind of energy, charm, and just enough mischief to keep the entire floor awake and slightly off-balance.

Between calls, she bounced from one desk to another with the grace of a caffeinated hummingbird—spreading advice, collecting gossip, and lovingly terrorizing her coworkers.

Her headset clicked off after a particularly emotional call, and she took a breath, grounding herself with the practiced ease of someone who had long learned how to carry other people’s heaviness without letting it sink her.

Then, she looked around. Spotted her target.

CJ.

She didn’t walk—she stalked into his office, a clipboard tucked under her arm and an expression of businesslike absurdity.

“CJ Braxton,” she said, standing in his doorway as though she were about to audit his soul. “We need to discuss boutonnière options.”

He didn’t even look up. “No, we don’t.”

Gabby marched in, dropped the clipboard dramatically on his desk, and pointed. “Do you want Y/N to walk down the aisle toward a man with no floral coordination whatsoever?”

He arched a brow. “I was thinking I’d survive the wedding without attaching foliage to my chest.”

“That,” she said, “is where you and I fundamentally differ in our worldview.”

Y/N, passing by just outside the office, leaned in with a bemused smile. “Do I even want to know?”

“No,” CJ said.

“Yes,” Gabby countered, eyes alight. “I’m simply advocating for the dignity of your wedding aesthetic. He’s fighting me.”

“I’m trying to work,” CJ muttered.

“And I’m trying to give the people a wedding that doesn’t scream ‘last-minute courthouse panic.’”

Y/N laughed and kept walking. “I’ll let you two figure it out.”

Undeterred, Gabby returned to the call floor and spun once in her chair before rolling—without any sense of personal space—into Miles’s cubicle. She propped her chin on his desk and gave him a slow blink.

“I’m thinking about a signature cocktail for the wedding,” she said. “Thoughts?”

Miles didn’t even turn. “I don’t drink.”

“Neither does CJ.”

“Then what’s the point?”

Gabby shrugged. “I like the idea of a signature cocktail. Something dramatic. Something on fire. Something with edible glitter.”

Miles finally looked at her. “That sounds horrifying.”

“And yet you’re still listening to me,” she said sweetly.

He looked back at his screen. “That’s because I’m too tired to fight.”

“You love me tired,” she said under her breath, and he didn’t respond—but he did smirk. Just slightly.

Gabby rolled back toward Y/N’s desk like she was on a runway.

“Okay, hear me out,” she said, leaning over with a conspiratorial grin. “Flower crowns for the entire bridal party. Ethereal forest wedding. You, barefoot. CJ, shirtless. Miles, forced to wear linen and smile.”

Y/N burst out laughing. “Gabby—”

“We’ll get married in the woods and have a goat bring the rings.”

“I’m not involving a goat.”

“You say that now,” she sing-songed, twirling away before Y/N could throw a stress ball at her.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of actual work, soft laughter, and the subtle string of moments that made up life at The Stand. And at the center of it all was Gabby—loud, bright, impossible not to love.

A constant reminder that joy didn’t have to wait for quiet. That sometimes, the best kind of love was the kind that teased, and tumbled, and never stayed still.

As the sun dipped low over the parking lot of The Stand, the golden light softened to dusk, casting long shadows across the pavement. The evening crew filtered in, greeting the departing shift with tired nods and warm hellos.

Gabby stood at her car, her tote slung over one shoulder, still buzzing faintly with the leftover energy from a day spent lighting up every room she entered. Beside her, silent as ever, stood Miles—hands in his pockets, posture relaxed but present. Always present.

He never said much. Never filled silences the way she did. But he was there.

She leaned a hip against the door of her car and looked up at him with a teasing smirk, her voice lighter than the weight that tugged gently behind it. “So… same time next week? You walking me out, pretending it’s for your own convenience?”

Miles gave her a long look—deep, unreadable, with something simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m not pretending anything,” he said quietly.

Before she could craft a response, before she could tilt her head and make some quip about finally getting a confession—

He stepped forward. One hand reached for her face, gentle but sure, fingers brushing back a strand of hair. And then—he kissed her.

Not careful. Not hesitant. Not like a question. It was a kiss with purpose, heat, and a surprising depth that stole her breath. All the things he never said? They were there.

Gabby made a soft sound in the back of her throat, surprised but not pulling away—not even close. She leaned into him, fingers lightly gripping his shirt, her body responding with equal need. It was pent-up emotion wrapped in lips and warmth, and just enough ache to tell her he’d been holding onto this for far longer than he let on.

When they finally broke apart, Miles didn’t move away. His forehead rested lightly against hers, breath a little uneven.

“I’m not good with words,” he murmured, his voice low, rough-edged. “But I meant it. I like you. More than I know how to deal with.”

Gabby’s eyes fluttered open, and for once, there was no witty comeback on her tongue. Just a smile—soft, genuine, stunned in the best way.

“Then stop holding back,” she whispered. “Because this? That? I like that a lot.”

He kissed her again—just once, more controlled this time but still intense—then stepped back just enough to let her go.

She opened the car door, smiling like her entire body was humming, and before sliding in, she glanced at him once more. “You’re full of surprises, Miles.”

He gave her a look—half shrug, half smile. “Only for you.”

And as she pulled away into the night, her heart thudded against her ribs in a rhythm she hadn’t expected—one that promised more. One that said this wasn’t just flirtation. It was something real.

Not loud. Not showy. But hers. And she was his.

Even if they hadn’t quite said the words yet. They’d kissed them instead.

As Gabby pulled away from The Stand and turned onto the quiet road leading home, the world outside her windshield blurred with the last glimmer of golden light. The sky was painted in soft lavender streaks, headlights dotting the streets ahead, but inside her car—inside her—was warmth. The kind that didn’t ask permission.

She was still smiling.

Not the grin she wore to deflect. Not the showy smirk she used to dominate a room. No, this one was quieter. Full.

Miles had kissed her.

Really kissed her.

And it wasn’t just that. It was what it meant. That behind every mumbled protest, every dry remark and sideways glance, he saw her. Understood her. Chose her—even with the chaos.

She laughed softly, resting her hand over her heart for a second.

They always joked that she was too much. Too loud. Too bright. Too something.

But she knew—truly knew—that even when she was overwhelming, they loved her for it.

CJ, for all his dry sighs and managerial patience, never asked her to tone herself down. He rolled his eyes, sure, but he listened. And if anything ever went wrong, if something truly mattered—he’d look at her without question and know that Gabby would be there. In a blink. No theatrics. No distractions. Just there.

And Y/N? Sweet, thoughtful Y/N—she got it. Gabby didn’t have to explain herself around her. She could be loud and weird and wild and still be trusted to carry someone through the darkest moment of their life on the phone. Y/N never underestimated her. Never reduced her to comic relief. And that mattered more than Gabby ever said out loud.

Even Miles, in all his gruff silence and painfully understated affection—he never asked her to be smaller. He grumbled. He winced at her volume. But he stayed. And tonight… he kissed her like someone who had been quietly loving her just as she was for a long, long time.

Gabby let out a soft, satisfied breath as the turn signal clicked and she pulled into her apartment lot.

She loved her job. She loved these people. She loved this life.

And come Wednesday, and Thursday, and all the days that followed, she’d walk through those double doors with the same energy, the same joy, the same unapologetic shine.

Because she knew now, more than ever—

They saw her. They loved her. And she loved them right back.

Loudly. Brightly. And forever her own way.

Gabby kicked off her boots the moment she stepped into her apartment, her keys landing in the catch bowl by the door with a practiced flick of the wrist. Her place smelled like citrus and candle wax—half a dozen half-used jars scattered across counters and windowsills in varying scents and stages of burnout.

She tossed her tote onto the couch, curled up beside it, and immediately grabbed her phone.

No hesitation. No waiting.

Because of course she was going to text Miles.

He had kissed her.

And she was positively buzzing.

Her thumbs flew across the screen, fast and eager:

GABBY: You kissed me 😳 And it was good 😏 You’ve been holding out on me, Data Boy.

There was a beat.

Then—

MILES: …Hi.

She snorted.

GABBY: That’s it?? I’m over here reeling and glowing and kicking my feet like a rom-com lead and you give me Hi??

MILES: You always glow. And I didn’t think “You kissed me” was a question. I was there.

She let out a squeal, muffled it with a pillow, and kept going:

GABBY: I like you, you know. A lot. Even if you’re all quiet and emotionally unavailable. I think it’s cute. Annoying. But cute.

MILES: You’re the opposite of emotionally unavailable. And quiet. And… anything I’ve ever dated.

GABBY: So what you’re saying is: I’m perfect for you 😇

There was a pause long enough to make her grin widen. She could feel the sigh that was probably happening on the other end of that phone.

And then—

MILES: Yeah. You are.

Gabby’s fingers paused over the screen, heart skipping in that dangerous, dizzying way. She tucked the phone against her chest for a second, grinning up at the ceiling like it had personally delivered her this happiness.

Then she tapped back—

GABBY: Thursday. I want another kiss. One of those “I’ve been holding this in forever” ones again.

MILES: Noted. (Also. Same.)

GABBY: 😍 You so love me. It’s adorable.

MILES: Go to sleep, Gabby.

GABBY: Only if you say it. 👀

MILES: … Goodnight. I love you.

Her breath caught.

No jokes. No smirks. Just that.

And she stared at it for a long moment before replying—

GABBY: I love you too. I’m going to sleep now, but just know I’m smiling like a dork and will definitely be obnoxious about this tomorrow.

MILES: I expect nothing less.

Gabby placed the phone on the pillow beside her, curled into the warmth of it all—his words, his presence, that kiss—and drifted off with a smile on her lips and her heart full to the brim.

Loud, bright, and loved. Just the way she was.

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cerulean-dreams-18 · 2 months ago

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More dadnoir/momnoir headcanon stuff.

Ficlet under the cut! Cw: child neglect, starvation

Dusknoir was foraging in the woods one day many years ago. He was looking for a specific herb to make medicine from. They'd been looking for hours, and they still hadn't found any. Frustrated and at their wits end, they finally decided to head home. But as she turned to leave, she heard the faintest little croaking sound. Indeed, she didn't find any herbs that day, but instead left with something far more precious.

He followed the soft cries, and saw him there in the bushes. One of the most heartbreaking sights he'd ever seen. Something that brought a tear to his eye. There, in the shrubbery, trembling and crying weakly, was the tiniest treecko Dusknoir had ever laid eyes on. She instantly scooped him up off of the cold ground, gently cradling him in her large, warm hands. He was so, so very tiny, the little thing. No larger than their thumb. He couldn't have been more than a few days old, and as Dusknoir examined the hatchling, she doubted he'd had anything to eat in his entire brief life.

The poor thing was terribly malnourished! He had no fat on his tiny belly, and his scales were dull and peeling. His little limbs were bony and weak. His face was gaunt, holding none of the pudgy softness you'd expect from a baby. Even his tails were frighteningly thin, having exhausted all their fat reserves to keep the tiny hatchling alive. It was clear that if this little one's parents were still around, they were in no way fit to be his guardians.

Dusknoir felt himself tremble with rage at the prospect that anyone could leave such a precious, innocent little creature to die out here, cold and alone. How could anyone be so heartless? She stopped short suddenly, hearing a tiny, confused "Aawwk?"

They looked down, to see the miniscule being in their hand staring up at them weakly, with tiny amber orbs that took up nearly his entire face. Dusknoir felt his heart shatter even more, tears now flowing freely from his eye. The little one, this newborn child looked so scared. So downcast. So...broken. like he'd already given up on life. The image only filled Dusknoir with more resolve.

"Little one," She cooed softly through her tears, placing a massive finger ever so gently under the treecko's chin. "You're alright. You're safe. I've got you now."

The treecko relaxed slightly at their words, blinking slowly and leaning into Dusknoir's warmth.

"I've got you now, alright?" He continued, gently stroking the hatchling's head with a single massive finger and cradling him against his soft chest. "I'll take care of you from now on. I'll take you home, and I'll feed you, and I'll raise you as my own."

The gecko Pokemon let out the faintest happy chirp, as though he understood what was being said, snuggling against the ghost-type's massive chest.

"I'll protect you forever and ever. I won't let anything hurt you. Ever. I'll be your guardian. I'll be your parent." Dusknoir purred lovingly down at the miniscule being cradled against his warm chest.

"And you'll be my baby. Always and forever. My little Treecko." Dusknoir began quickly making their way back home while the hatchling drifted off, no doubt feeling warm, safe, and content for the very first time in his short life. Dusknoir began to think of the best possible formula to feed the little one. The treecko began to purr, and Dusknoir purred in turn.

"I'll always love you, Treecko." She whispered to the sleeping, purring form. "I promise."

#dadnoir #momnoir #dusknoir #grovyle #(eventually)#treecko #pmd explorers #ficlet #dusknoir uses he/she/they #genderqueer dusknoir #this is going to end up so heartbreaking:')#iykyk #headcanon #pokemon mystery dungeon

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olives-and-sunshine · 9 months ago

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i mean since you asked lol

how about a malcolm x reader (gender non specific preferred if possible!) where malcolm is just like not having a great day (case gone wrong/jessica being even more overbearing than usual/rough session with therapist etc) and close to having an absolute breakdown but reader does their best to try to help without infantilizing him? even the toughest profilers need cuddled and their foreheads kissed while being told they're doing their best :')

love you and ty!!

"Difficult Day" - Malcolm x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Content and Warnings: No reader descriptions, the relationship between Malcolm was intentionally left to be ambiguous, 2nd person, no warnings, just hurt/comfort and fluff

A/N: Eeee my first request! I really enjoyed writing this <3 I hope you like it. Ft. me spreading my “Malcolm loves The Hogfather” propaganda

Also sorry this was so late. School is a pain sometimes.

You knew something was wrong the moment Malcolm walked through the door of his loft. As Malcolm closed the door, he leaned forward against it, letting his forehead hit it softly with a light thunk. You turned from what you were doing on the couch to see him like that, your gaze softening slightly at the view of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to avoid startling him, even though he knew you’d be there. He turned around and looked up.

“Hi,” he responded softly and smiled at you as he stripped off his coats and shoes. It wasn’t a fake smile, fortunately, but it was a soft half-hearted smile that almost immediately had fallen as soon as it had gotten there. Like he had smiled because he was grateful to see you, because he was happy that you were here, but that the negative emotions of whatever he was dealing with was simply too much, and that happiness was washed away. It broke your heart.

You got up and walked over to him, standing in front of him. All you did was open your arms slightly as a silent invitation for a hug if he wanted it. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder and gently nuzzling into your neck while holding you tightly. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and one of your hands went to stroke his hair. “You want to talk about it?” you asked softly, turning your head slightly to kiss his temple.

He let out a shaky breath. “I… I don’t know. Today was just hard.”

“What do you need? We can just stand here, we can talk, or we can cuddle. We could even watch a movie and eat snacks. Even better, we can watch the Hogfather, I know how much you love it. We can’t watch all the movies in one go this time, sadly, but we can watch the first one. And, we even have red vines.”

His head perked up slightly at the sound of that. He pulled away to look at you with a slight look of excitement on his face. He obviously was still emotionally feeling raw, but it was an improvement and you’d take it. He smiled slightly, “I’ll grab the red vines and snacks, you’ll find the movie?”

“Of course,” you pulled away mostly, but lingered long enough to kiss his forehead. It was quick but gentle, a reminder that you were here for him. You walked over to the TV to set up the movie. “By the way, I already fed Sunshine and did some chores and cleaning, so you can just relax for the night,” You looked over your shoulder as you spoke, smiling lovingly.

Soon, Malcolm was curled up in your arms with his head on your chest and snacking on red vines as you laid on the couch and watched the movie. Sunshine was freely hopping around the living room and was preening herself. You looked down at Malcolm lovingly as you ran your hands through his hair, happy that he seemed more relaxed than before.

Malcolm looked up at you. “Thank you for this, I needed this,” he sighed. “Sometimes everything, my job, my parents, my past… It gets to be too much.”

You gently grabbed his hand that was starting to shake, holding it firmly but gently. “I know… But you’re doing your best, and I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Malcolm teared up slightly, his eyes fluttering closed briefly when you kissed his forehead again. You don’t know what happened or what goes through his mind most of the time, but you’re always here for him after a hard day to take his mind off it.

#malcolm bright x reader #malcolm bright x gn!reader #malcolm bright ficlet #malcolm bright x reader ficlet #malcolm bright fanfic #malcolm bright fic #malcolm bright #prodigal son #prodigal son fanfiction

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oneangstymotherfucker · 2 years ago

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Sebastian Taking Ciel's Soul...

Sebastian caught the tips of his glove between his teeth, slipping it off before setting Ciel gently down to slip off the other.

Ciel took a deep sigh. It was okay. Sebastian's slowness put him a little at ease. Ciel wasn't nervous-

But maybe he was.

The demon looked deep into his eyes, hands delicately cupping his face.

"Bocchan," he said softly.

Ciel blinked at him, both naked eyes looking into his butlers, the person he had depended on, the person who had given him everything, the person he was ready to die for-

squish.

Sebastian's hands gently squished Ciel's cheeks. Patted them. Squished them again. Wiggled his ears. Squished his cheeks again.

This went on for some minutes.

"...Sebastian."

"Ah,"

"Don't play with your food."

Sebastian smiled a slow evil little smile.

"Bocchan," he repeated, more serious than the last, "are you ready?"

"Yes." Ciel said, with much more confidence than he felt.

"Well then," Sebastian said, leaning a little closer. Ciel took a deep breath.

Squish.

"Sebastian!"

"Apologies, young master," Sebastian said, hands visibly restraining themselves from going again, "you are nearly too pretty to eat."

He was going to miss Ciel's cheeks more than anything else, Ciel mused with annoyance.

Then a cool finger slid under Ciel's chin.

"I would like to kiss you. Is that all right?"

Ciel was taken aback by the question. He knew his turn was over and he was Sebastian's to toy with now, but this didn't make any sense!

"Wha-what? Why?" He stammered, hoping his hot cheeks weren't too obvious.

"Is it not what humans do, when they feel this way?" Sebastian asked, that terreible look of innocent sincerity on his perfect face.

"What way Sebastian?" Ciel demanded, palms sweating against the hems of his trousers he'd been gripping.

"Ciel," he whispered, his name sounding like sugary poison on his breath.

Ciel's heart was pounding. His face was hotter than hell and his hands grabbed Sebastian's wrists.

He could kill this bloody demon!!!!

"How long?!?!" He blurted.

"Since what?" Sebastian blinked.

"How long have you- have you-"

"Loved you?" Sebastian asked, the finger under his chin joined by a thumb barely brushing Ciel's lip. It was good Sebastian had finished the sentance, because there was no more air in Ciel's lungs with which to speak.

"Several months now," he said simply.

"Fuck you," Ciel said, tears falling from his eyes despite him trying his hardest not to let them.

Months?!?! Months. Months of Sebastian's silence in the face of Ciel's agony, only now to be broken when he had maybe minutes left???

"Bocchan," he whispered, even closer and gentler despite Ciel's rage.

"Fuck you," Ciel repeated, more broken than before, leaning in to close the distance, suprising his demon butler as their lips finally met.

It was hot, it was too much, it was so much more than Ciel had imagined it (and oh, he had imagined it so many times!)- maybe this was how Sebastian was to eat his soul, for surely it had left his body! Left him hot and hollow and full of feeling, a beating heart and a boiling pool of blood!

Sebastians hands ran soothingly down Ciel's body even as he cried and kissed him more hungrily than the demon himself.

"Bocchan," he whispered, so lovingly, so gently, every time Ciel was forced to break for air.

"Fuck you," Ciel groaned back each time, tears rolling freely down his face. Suddenly he pulled away, done with the pain of Sebastian's teasing.

"Do it then," he all but begged, his pounding heart broken in his chest.

"Do what?" Sebastian blinked.

"Take it. My soul. If we can't- if it must be, let it be over. Please. I can't anymore."

Sebastian's face flickered evilly but rested into a gentle smile, his thumb tracing Ciel's jaw.

"Oh bocchan," he said, softer than gossamer- "your soul has been mine for a very long time. Hasn't it?"

Ciel fell forward onto Sebastian's chest, finally letting it all out, overwhelmed with all his feelings.

How dare he!! How dare he do this to him, put him through so much, make him hurt so exquisetely!! How dare he defeat him!! How dare he make it feel so good to be defeated!!!

Sebastian ran his hands over his back, letting him take his time before Ciel nodded-

"yes," he practically whined, "so long-", leaning up to kiss Sebastian's neck, his jaw, anything he could reach-

"Very well then, Bocchan. Shall we return to the manor?"

Ciel pulled away from the little trail of marks he was leaving on Sebastian's skin.

"The contract-" he said, coming to his senses a bit, finally.

"I am rather fond of the markings," said the demon, a thumb gently running under Ciel's eye.

"But my so-"

"Do you wish to be mine?"

Ciel blinked.

"Yes."

"Say it."

Sebastian's eyes were red, his pupils slits like when they first met.

"I am yours." Ciel said, without hesitation.

"Mine," Sebastian said, that horrible, beautiful, evil, comforting little grin coming to his lips. He leaned forward and laid a tiny little kiss on Ciel's forehead.

"It is complete. Would you like to keep the markings?"

Ciel finally understood, finally trusted it.

"Yes," he said, thumb running over Sebastian's hand.

"So back to the manor it is then?"

"We are late for tea," Ciel mused. Perhaps he could still win this game.

Sebastian grinned.

"Then we must hurry. A Phantomhive butler who is late for tea is not worth his salt."

"No he is not," Ciel agreed, already thinking up several different strategies as to how to make him even more late.

#kuroshitsuji #black butler #sebaciel #sebastian x ciel #stupid little bits of fic

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jackassbrainrot · 9 months ago

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one last time [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you and ryan break up, but you can't resist having each other one last time

a/n: wasn't planning on writing more fics today (except the hcs I wrote earlier today that are still waiting in my queue) but I had to indulge @mcgpoy, hope it lives up to what you wanted!! angsty sex with ry is truly something

warnings: smut, angst, p in v, crying during sex, unhealthy bad life decisions DO NOT DO THIS

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You never thought you'd find yourself in this position. You were standing in your kitchen, holding onto the counter for balance, feeling your heart break into a million pieces after your long term boyfriend told you he was breaking up with you.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but it's for the best." Ryan said, his voice painted with pain. You knew he was right. He was constantly away for filming, risking his life every day for a living, which you had to admit was stressing you out more than you thought it would. It was fine when you were younger, filming silly skits for Bam's skating videos in high school, but the older you got, his injuries and your anxiety were getting worse by the day.

You couldn't speak, your heart beating out of you chest, words lost in the mess of your thoughts, replaying all the memories you'd made over the years. Your eyes were stuck on the floor, unable to meet his, knowing you'd cry if you did.

"Y/n, please say something, you're killing me here." He pleaded, and you knew he meant it.

"You're not the one being broken up with here, Ryan." Your voice came out much harsher than you'd wanted as your eyes finally met his.

"It hurts me too, you know." He says, walking over to lean on the counter next to you. "I didn't want it to end this way. Hell, I didn't want it to end at all."

"Why are you doing this, then?"

"For you."

"Don't fucking say that, Ry." Your eyes fell to the floor again, tears threatening to spill from them any second.

"I'm serious!" He sounds like a child desperately trying to get their angry parents to trust them. "I still love you, y/n, but I'm not good for you."

You knew he was right but you didn't want to accept it. Overflowing with emotions, you turn towards him, pulling him into a kiss. He stills for a moment before kissing you back, unable to resist your touch. "Y/n..." He says your name like a warning before you cut him off. "One last time, Ry. Love me one last time. Please."

He groans into your mouth, losing all of his restraint. He lifts you up onto the counter, standing between your legs, hands holding your thighs. The kiss was desperate, both of you wanting to savor every touch you shared. Your hands were all over him, in his hair, on his arms, his back, his chest, taking in his form, knowing you were never going to touch him like that. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling his body against yours, his hands moving over your body.

He took your shirt off, his mouth moving from your mouth to your neck to bite gently, making sure not to leave marks for the first time since you had to sneak around in high school. His warm lips on your skin made you shiver. You pushed his shirt up, raking your nails over his body, his groan vibrating through you. His hand slipped into your pants, rubbing circles on your clit. A whine leaves your lips as you dig your nails into his arms.

"You're perfect, angel." He says, pulling your pants off and pulling his dick out of his pants. You ignored his words for your own sanity, shifting closer to the edge of the counter to make it easier for him to enter you. You feel every inch of his dick as it slides into you, the feeling so familiar and satisfying.

He fuck you slowly, lovingly, which finally breaks the dam, tears spilling from your eyes freely despite your moans. An array of praises leaves his mouth as he slowly thrusts into you, reaching up to your face as he wipes away your tear. "Relax, sweetheart, let me make you feel good." He whispers directly in your ear, his fingers coming to rub your clit again.

You pull him closer, holding him like you were going to lose him, because you were. You feel heat rising in your stomach, your moans crescendoing. The combined feeling of his skilled fingers and his dick thrusting into you so slowly, passionately, made you feel like youHe's started babbling, his own orgasm nearing by the second.

"Fuck, I love you so much." As those words leave his lips, you cum, hard. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, biting down on your shoulder before he cums in you. His head falls onto your shoulder, both of you breathing heavy against each other. As you collect yourself, the reality of the situation hits you. You push him away gently as you straighten yourself out.

"I think you should leave, Ryan." You say sternly, but the sadness in you voice slips out.

"Yeah, I think I should." His voice mirrors yours. "Can I kiss you again? Please."

You kiss him one last time, before watching him walk out the door, and your life.

#OH MAN THIS SHIT MADE ME SO SAD FUCK #never make me make ryan sad again #even though he's sliiightly manipulative during the actual sex #but shhhh it's ryan it doesn't count #ryan dunn #ryan dunn x reader #jackass #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #cky #jackass x reader #viva la bam

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survivalxofxthexfittest · 5 months ago

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Who: @hannahxinterrupted

When: April 1st

Where: Atrium

Oscar had been struggling to get his tie right with only one hand, his nerves exacerbating his frustration as he yanked it off for the thousandth time with a huffed grumble. Emily couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched him. He was acting just like he had when he and Liz first started dating. For all his worldliness, he sure was inexperienced when it came to women. But it was endearing to see. She was quietly happy he found someone who brought this side back out though.

"Who is it?" Em asked knowingly as she walked over and took the tie from him, draping it around his neck and starting to knot it - the scene reminiscent of their parents. Oscar shot her a look of confusion and shook off her question, going back to his reflection as her fingers looped the fabric around itself.

"Come on," she urged, glancing up at him with a smirk. "You never get nervous unless there a girl involved," she teased him gently, finishing up. She stepped aside and behind him, straightening his tie a bit more in his reflection. She smoothed out his jacket and moved back in front of him, leaning against the wall by the mirror. "So, who is it?" she asked again.

Oscar glanced her way as he fidgeted with his appearnace a bit more, trying to hide the arm brace as best he could. Em gave a gently demanding look in return. He sighed and rolled his eyes a bit, letting his gaze find himself in the mirror again. "Hannah," he admitted, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Really?" she asked rhetorically, her excitement showing as a wide smile spread across her face. "She's cute," Em said approvingly. "Don't take this the wrong way Oscar, but how did that happen? I didn't even know you guys knew each other."

"She, uh, she was at the beach, and was also who helped me find your sketchbook and that copy of Alice in Wonderland," he continued with another glance her way. "She brought us some gifts and there was a note saying she'd see me at the party," he further explained, clearing his throat of his rising nerves.

"Well you look amazing," she complimented her brother. "I think she'll be very happy to see you," she teased with insinuation.

Oscar chuckled freely, finishing up his last few adjustments. "I could say the same about Zach," he volleyed back, finally giving her his full attention. Emily could only smile in return knowingly. That had been her plan. "Be careful," he warned lovingly.

Be careful? It's Zach, O.G. Not some random Tinder date," she joked, linking her arm with his and leading him out of the apartment. "I'm safe as can be with him," she assured him as they walked to the elevator, although he hardly needed it - he had no doubt Zach would protect Emily should the need arise.

"Good luck," she wished her brother as she left the elevator for the W and Hannah could be seen setting up her caricature station. The world seemed to slow and drift out of focus until only Hannah remained. Insecurity seemed to quickly drown out what little conifdence he'd had back at the apartment. His heart started to beat faster. What was he doing? This was too soon. Right? He should just go back upstairs and blame his arm for not attending the festivities. There was still time to get out of this.

And he very well may have if Liz's voice hadn't drifted through his thoughts telling him to find his new happy, followed by the focus breaking movement of the doors starting to close. He shot a hand out and stopped them, finally taking the step and heading over to her.

"Need any help?" he offered once he got to her as she worked.

#sorry that got long. lol #just wanted to add a little back story. 😊#and have a bunch of gifs XD #hannahxinterrupted #[no one left behind: oscar]#April 1st #Apt 307 #Atrium

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ballsandbabes · 17 days ago

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Shohoku Boys with an s/o that is very shy

Summary: What would the boys do if their s/o is very shy but a sweet person. I write with y/n (your name). Lets see!

Hanamichi Sakuragi

Bro is so chaotic. Don't be surprised if he sometimes doesn't notice that you want to say something but don't dare. He would suddenly sometimes include you in a conversation. He would something like:"Y/n sees it that way too, right?". The sudden attention would make you stutter and give Hanamichi that look. When he understands that this may not have been the best move, he immediately apologizes to you. “Hey, it’s okay if you don’t want to say y/n,” Kogure says reassuringly while smiling at you, realizing in what situation Hanamichi had maneuvered you so suddenly. Hanamichi would learn quickly and try to avoid such a situations. He would generally be very careful and protective around you. He would go so far as to suggest to the others on how to handle you shyness without making you feel akward. He only wants the best for you.

Ryota Miyagi

You both are polar opposites. He is open, extroverted and self-confident, always with a quick saying on his lips. You, on the other hand, are rather quiet, inverted and well…shy. Ryouta finds this trait of yours incredibly endearing. Whenever you struggle to say something, you blush and look down. Whenever this happens, he lifts your chin so you have to look at him. "Hey sweetheart, what do you see?" he asks you gently. "You...I see you", you answer confused. "That's right. You don't have to be shy with me. Tell me what's bothering you and I'll help you," he says as he leans slightly towards you. Given his sillyness, you have to smile. You feel less tense. Seeing that, Ryout smiles, knowing it helped. “If you get any closer, I’ll get shy because of you,” you say, grinning. Impressed by your clever answer, he says: "I wish everyone could experience you the way I do, that's wonderful." He leans down just a little bit further and kisses you.

Kaede Rukawa

Rukawa is quiet and reserved, which goes well with your shy nature. Because you are both so similar, situations rarely arise in which your shyness comes to the fore. People know Rukawa and his personality, so they don't expect you to be super loud or extroverted. This makes it comparatively easy for you to talk to the others on the team. So, when Agaki announces that you're going to a training camp over the weekend and also reads out your name… you feel sick. You had completely forgotten that you wanted to accompany the boys and Ayako together with Haruko. Instead, you agreed to a sleepover with your girlfriend. You feel the space in your lungs becoming smaller and the words just don't want to come out of your mouth. You know that you have to say something, that you have to make it clear. What if they're mad, you agreed to it and now they can't come with you? And they say something stupid…Your thoughts are spinning. Seeing your troubled face, Rukawa sneaks up to you. He whispers quietly to you: "Is everything okay? You look very pale." You whisper your problem quietly in his ear. "Hey, y/n can't come with us. She has a date with a friend. She forgot to say that," Rukawa suddenly says, looking at you lovingly. "Oh, that's no problem y/n. Haruko and I would still have been happy if you had been there," Ayako replies confidently. You are so relieved that it has now been said and even more so that no one is mad at you.

Takenori Akagi

Akagi would feel so big and protective. The fact that you are shy would create a knight and princess dynamic between you. And omg, he loves it! He loves being needed and being able to protect you. And he does it quite effortlessly…he's huge, fit and usually has a serious expression on his face (thats why you love this giant cinamon roll so much). This would make you feel so special and you wouldn't have to be afraid to express yourself freely. Once you two are dating, he would want to introduce you to his team. You gently tugged on his sleeve, shyly telling him you weren't ready for this yet. He would immediately understand and tell you that it's okay that you could't bring yourself to do so yet. If you felt ready, he would make sure it won't be too overwhelming for you: Akagi would tell the team beforehand that he was bringing you with him and also that you were very shy. He would definitely tell the boys to behave nicely. Seriously, this man would always be by your side and your voice when you were too shy to say something.

Kiminobu Kogure

Similar to Akagi, Kogure would be very understanding. He is such a gentle person, especially to you. You felt brave today, so the two of you went to a cafe in town. The small cafe is the ultimate hotspot, that Kogure always wanted to try. The fact that you agreed to test it with him, made him incredibly happy. To get to your table you had to squish through the crowd that had formed around the cafe, due to the nice weather. A man bumped into you and ran away without apologizing. Only when your hand was no longer touching his, Kogure turned around. Only to find you on the ground. He asked you if you were okay and helped you up. With people's attention and stares from all sides, you were blushing red. You would have liked to leave straight away because you felt so uncomfortable. Suddenly you feel an arm around your shoulder and Kogure says, "I'm sorry I wasn't paying attention. That won't happen again, I promise." He kept his promise. After you ordered, you started chatting happily. You could already hear the clinking of the ice cubes in your ice cream cafe when the waiter walked towards you. As he placed the two glasses in front of you, Kogure could tell that you were confused. "Is something wrong?", he asks you. The waiter is now staring at you expectantly. Suddenly you feel under pressure. You would like to say that you ordered an ice cream cafe and not a latte macchiato. But you can't. So you shake your head and excuse yourself to the toilet. When you come back, there is an ice cream parlor at your place. Kogure grinned: "I saw that you got the wrong one. So I thought I would sort it out for you." Your heart melts as you realize once again why you love him so much. He said it so casually, as if it were nothing. And that makes you feel like your shyness isn't a problem at all.

BONUS

Ayako + Haruko

Seeing you all helpless and confused, Ayako and Haruko immediately decide to adopt you. They both find your style cute and endearing. Whenever the boys don't understand that you want to say something but just can't get around to it, the two of them help you: "I think y/n has something to say too, boys," Ayako says, interrupting the boys. They love you to be honest. sometimes you feel like you're a burden because you always take so long to say something. But Ayako and Haruko always tell you that it's not bad. They always encourage you to come out of your shell and just try it. They support you and Ayako doesn't shy away from hitting the boys with her paper fan on the lid when they make fun of it.

#slam dunk #rukawa kaede #basketball #kiminobu kogure #slamdunk #kaede rukawa

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