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dd122004dd · 11 months

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Without you, There is no me

After the battle with Imhotep the Medjai return home to their beloveds. Even Ardeth has someone waiting for him.

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Hello! This was a requested fic. Unfortunately my tumblr acted up and ate up the request and I can’t exactly recall who sent it, so if you’re the person who told me they loved the way I wrote Ardeth Bay and that they wanted a fluffy romantic fic with a fem reader, please do dm me and I’ll tag you in this fic. Also, thank you for your lovely request, I tried to encapsulate the feelings I felt while reading your request and apologies in advance if this is a little shorter than usual.

The sun slowly melted into the golden dunes of the desert as the sky was bathed in a heady mix of crimson, tangerine and mahogany. The hot desert air slowly cooling as the glowing rays faded, descending further into the horizon. Darkness descended over the camp as the stars arose, twinkling gently alongside the moon.

The plagues upon the land had disappeared, the Medjai officials in the government working swiftly to cover up its mystical origins, yet the only word the Medjai camp had received was that the warriors were coming home and that Imhotep had been imprisoned once more.

A woman paced within her tent, constantly glancing at the entrance before returning to pacing. Eventually she tired, laying against her soft mattress and watching the entrance with rapt eyes. Breathing slowly, she rubbed her hands against her swelling stomach, impatience thrumming through her veins. As the sky changed shades and the moon illuminated her doorway her breathing slowed and her body relaxed, her bodily aches momentarily forgotten as her mind escaped into the chasm of dreams where she dreamt of warm arms and ebony irises.

She was slowly drawn from her slumber by feathery kisses upon her cheeks. Groggily opening her eyes she saw the face of the man she adored. His lips drawn into a smile as he gazed at her.

“Hello sweet wife,” he whispered with a husky voice.

“Ardeth?” She whispered full of disbelief.

“I’m here,” he said, smiling at his wife.

Overjoyed at his presence she pulled him to her arms, her grip around him tightening and unwilling to let go.

“I thought you’d- I thought-“ she stuttered out, sniffling as her mind brought forward her worst fears.

Rubbing her back he soothed her, “Shhh, it’s okay. I’m back and no one, not even an ancient mummy or Anubis himself could keep me away from you.”

Pulling away from her, he gazed into her eyes, vowing, “You, my sweet wife, are my very life. The air within my lungs and the sand beneath my feet. Without you, there is no me and I will never let you or our little one go.” Saying this he bent towards her stomach before placing soft kisses along her skin, feeling the little flutters of their baby’s movement along his hand he whispered, “I’m here, little one. I won’t leave you.”

Slowly moving away he cradled his wife against his body as he told her the tales of his recent death-defying adventure and as the stars looked down at the lovely couple, the desert breathed peace.

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tawneybel · 10 months

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Imagine Imhotep insisting on wearing a robe and mask around you, because you keep applying moisturizer to him. Even after he told you it won’t do much good until after he rejuvenates himself via others’ flesh.

Afterwards, you can rub lotion on him all you want.

Note: Sharing skincare routine = act of love.

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redahlia-writes · 1 year

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rewatching the mummy (1999) tonight to feel something

#i also can't stop thinking about my moon knight x mummy au #still having to decide if i'll make it a ofc or a reader insert #but marc as rick makes my brain fuzz

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discordsmuse · 11 months

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#fanfic #pirates of the carribean #hector barbossa #dead by daylight #liars bet #all that glitters #reader insert #fanfiction #halloween #the mummy #author #requests open #dnd #dungeons and dungeons

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sturnlova · 1 month

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Clingy

( Sub Chris Sturniolo x Female reader )

( Warning : Smut, time skips, kinda new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, i might stop putting warnings i never know what to do 😭 )

Chris : Orange

Y/N : Pink

Matt : Blue

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 1k )

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Chris had been super clingy to his brothers and me.

Chris had been incredibly annoying to Nick and Matt, often following them about like a shadow, talking to them, holding hands, resting his head on their shoulders, and doing pretty much anything to be close to them.

He had also been extremely fussy toward me, constantly toying with my fingers, caressing the corner of my lips, whispering to me, and giving me tight hugs as though I would soon pass away.

I wasn't bothered by it at all, but I was curious as to why he suddenly become such a submissive person.

On a Thursday night at 9:30 p.m., the triplets were supposed to be home by now because they were filming, but they stayed at home instead because Chris insisted on filming with me, claiming he wouldn't be able to handle even a minute of being without me.

Nick, Matt, and I looked at Chris strangely, wondering why he was so clingy in front of his brothers.

He was known to get clingy, but his brothers had never seen him act this clingy , especially in front of him.

"What the fuck is your problem, you can hang out with Y/N after we film."

"Chris, stop acting like a baby. Why are you acting this way?"

"Okay guys, get off his dick."

I whispered in Chris’ ear to go film and then we can have a talk about what’s going on.

Chris nodded and walked behind his older brothers to go film a youtube video for his loyal fan base.

After recording for more than an hour, Chris and his siblings had finally arrived home at 11:17 p.m.

"Chris I'm going to go edit, and Y/N Chris is acting like a jerk. He spoke about you almost every time he opened his mouth, and when he didn’t it was always criticism.”

“Come on, baby, let's go to the room to talk”

"All right."

With my hand clasped around his, Chris muttered something under his breath as we made our way to his room.

"Chris, what's wrong? Why are you acting so needy?" I didn't want to come off as mean to Chris so i spoke very softly.

Chris simply shrugged his shoulders and pulled at the bed sheets, sighing with humiliation.

“I don’t know if just feel like i wanna be told what to do and be told to cum a-and i don’t know.”

it all started to make sense why he was acting like this, he just wanted to get fucked like a submissive bitch.

I looked at Chris because usually Chris has been dom, i didn’t mind being sub if anything i would love to tell Chris when to cum or what to do more often.

There were black Calvin Klein boxers, white shirt, and grey sweatpants strewn all over the place.

My nose struck Chris's pelvis and I gagged as my mouth was on his dick, moving up and down to make sure I got everything in my mouth.

"MM fuck mummy, it feels so good, please let me cum in your mouth, it feels so good."

"Go ahead, angel."

He then completed that. I felt his thick, white ropes slide down my throat, and I opened my mouth to tell him I had swallowed everything.

"Im sorry for being annoying to you; thank you for helping me ma.”

"You haven't been annoying, but I'm not finished. You said that you want commands, so I will give you that. I’m gonna ride you okay?"

“Okay”

Before long, all of my clothes were on the ground, and I was riding Chris while positioned on top of him and gripping the head of the bed with my hands.

"Open"

Chris gave me a strange look but followed my instructions. I inserted two fingers and told him to suck, and he did.

With a loud plop, I removed my fingers from his lips and placed them on my clit, applying just enough pressure to push me over the brink.

"I can feel you twitching, fuck Chris. Are you going to cum with me, dirty slut? Irritating me and your brothers with your neediness, all for the sake of getting fucked like the filthy whore you are? You're going to come soon, but you won't come until I tell you to, okay?"

"Yes ma, i won’t cum until you tell me to i promise.”

Chris was sobbing a little bit because he had already came earlier and was now in severe need to cum again as soon as possible.

With my fluids streaming out of me onto Chris's tummy, I finished over him with my fingers moving more quickly over my clit.

"You can cum now pretty boy, Cum Chris."

I overstimulated myself by bouncing on him in order for him to finish.

As we experienced our climax, Chris let out an incredibly loud groan, "Ughh fuck MUMMY FEE- FEels sOO GOOD NGHH F-F-FUCK."

I asked him whether it was too much after giving him a full face-kiss.

“ i’m okay but seriously i am sorry for being annoying”

“ It’s okay baby do you wanna take a shower or just lay?”

“I’m tired can we just lay for a bit i don’t wanna move”

I nodded and laid there with him still in me to drift off to a deep slumber

After a long night, Chris and I showered and dressed before heading downstairs.

I said, "Good morning, guys" speaking for Chris and myself as he was still drowsy.

"Mummy, you guys had a great time last night?"

"What the fuck matt, unless you want to be kicked in the balls, don't call me mummy?"

"Don't fucking call her that Matt, or I'll kill you."

"I apologise Jesus, but did you enjoy calling Y/N mommy last night, Chris? You probably woke up everyone in the neighbourhood.”

"Fuck off"

I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Good morning, guys. Last night, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed that Chris was a little kid calling out for his mummy because he was hurt."

Everyone laughed except for Nick.

"Guys, what really is so funny?"

"Nothing, be at peace."

Chris and I watch iclary together on the couch to begin our day.

#chris sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo smut #romance #chris sturniolo x you #romantic

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kahuunknown · 8 months

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The "Rebellious" one - BBC Sherlock sibling fanfic

!NOTE!: Male-reader/insert, inspiration from SHERLOCK TV Show

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The rebellious one

Sherlock absolutely loved you; you were by far his favourite sibling by a long shot. You were the eldest of all your siblings, 1 year older than stuck up Mycroft and 8 elder than dear little Sherlock Holmes.

You were the troublemaker, mischievous without a doubt. You saw little reasoning behind Mummy dearest’s desires for you to become something great, like a doctor or lawyer. You hated the private piano lessons, the pointless tutoring sessions and eventually school altogether. It was easy to guess what you did, but dropping out of school was by far one of the best decisions of your life, and one of the easiest as well.

You were rebellious by nature.

Mummy and Daddy weren’t quite sure where the behaviour stemmed from as it was definitely not inherited from either of them. It was obvious to you however, the stress of being the first born, the expectation to be the most successful and therefore grand of your siblings. To be able to support yourself with ease and help your siblings if the need arises.

While you respected the ideal. You ultimately rejected the pathways your parents provided, paving a new one and building everything from nothing. It was satisfying seeing your parents reaction when you visited one Christmas dinner, they were horrified at the ink adorning your right arm. Sherlock however quite liked it, in fact he wasted no time gifting his present early, he wanted you to get his pirate sketch tattooed. And who were you to deny him?

That cute little face was irresistible normally, but with added intent and desire behind them? God, you were putty in his hands.

Together you went to a tattoo parlour, Sherlock was rambling furiously to the tattoo artist whilst the ink was being stained onto your skin, it was adorable, the passion in his story as he explained the intricacy of his design and the meaning behind it. ‘The adventures of Yellowbeard’. Sherlock called it, or something similar at least.

It didn’t quite match the other tattoo’s you’d gotten, as those were all grey-scale realistic designs, but Sherlock was adamant that colour was non-negotiable. The young Holmes was a hyper little bean as he jumped around in joy at the completion of his masterpiece. You couldn’t stop chuckling at his antics; the innocence was overloading your system.

Of course, Mum and Dad were horrified once the two of you returned, though they seemed less upset at the tattoo and more with the aspect of Sherlock in a ‘biker’s tattoo shop’ of which it was absolutely not. You weren’t an idiot, you’d made sure Sherlock was as safe as could be.

Mycroft thought you a moron the majority of your life. Growing up he strived to pass you at everything he possibly could, interestingly enough, it took much longer than expected. He thought you were just another goldfish, swimming around dumbly just like all the others. But of course, you were more than that he later realised.

You were a sponge. While you hated your mother’s insistent lessons and tutoring, you had an eidetic memory and couldn’t help but memorise absolutely everything ever taught to you. You would have been a prodigy, everything your parents ever dreamed you to be. But unfortunately for them, you had slightly different plans.

Mycroft thought he’d finally done it when he joined the British Government, there was no way you could outshine him now. Yet, despite not having achieved a high standing career, it was obvious that whenever the two of you met, who was smarter ultimately. You were the opposite of what you parents dreamed you to be, yet you were the happiest having done so. Mycroft admired that.

He’d admit that of course, you would win in physicality. Always. You loved going outside, working out, playing sports, and eating healthy. It was one of your passions, something that ultimately benefitted you quite greatly as your appearance remained younger for much longer than if you had of neglected fitness and health. Sherlock teased Mycroft relentlessly about it as well, how young and fit their elder brother looked in comparison. Of course it was playful teasing, but it was definitely something to respect.

It was only more recently that all three brothers started getting along quite nicely. Sherlock of course never thought ill of you, he just assumed you were an average idiot like John. You played the part quite well, snickering behind Sherlock back while explaining things to John, whom believed you to be his favourite of the Holmes children. You were fun to be around, the most human and emotional of all. It was refreshing to be around.

When you finally decided to reveal your hidden superpower, he was dumbfounded but also instantly relieved.

Mycroft however was a very different story. It started slowly, you invited him randomly to a gig, of which he was pleasantly surprised when he arrived to a wedding, you adorned in an unfamiliar suit standing at the stage and singing a sweet lullaby to the lucky couple. It wasn’t your usual style, sure, but you wanted to ease Mycroft into your life, and what better way to do it?

Over the years, Sherlock had subtly provided you with more tattoo designs he’d wish for you to get, all his own of course. You were still a sucker for those eyes; it seemed their affect never dimmed as the detective aged.

Eventually one day Mycroft approached you on the matter, rather shyly you’d point out as well, you were open and encouraging as he mumbled the reluctant request to add to your collection of ink with one of his own. Stating through hidden messages within his speech that he’d been feeling a little left out. Of course you were ecstatic, more than happy to agree.

It was then that Mycroft realised no matter what he’d accomplish, you always have the upper hand in the end. Not because of intelligence nor deducing skills, but because of your raw compassion and commitment to your beliefs and dreams, it was awe inspiring. Beautiful even.

Perhaps those brothers of yours might do a little rebelling of their own.

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 11 months

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Helooo, I was wondering if can do headcanons, for dazai's s/o jokeing a with a friend about, jumping of a roof(that sound so wrong 💀), like it has been a very stressful week for the s/o and her friend, so like the friend jokes around saying "[insert readers name here] let's jump from a building" and the reader is just like "sure lol" then walk away holding hands (they didn't actually jump from a building, they just went to a cafe).

(Idk, if I explained that well, english is not my first language)

Swan Dive

Headcanon: "😨" - Dazai Osamu, 2023 Masterlist Please look at the request rules in masterlist before requesting. I think my humour and mental health is broken

ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY

PORT MAFIA

MASTERLIST

HEADCANONS

Dazai:

"Y/NNNNNNN" Your friend said lazily lying on the couch of your room, as you both were pretty drained after teaching middle school kids that too, before summer breaks. Normally, you had a well paying job with respected pay but you thought it was fun to look after kids. Minus the fact the only vacant job was teaching middle schoolers.

"I think i am unfit for the job" You comment as none of you bothered to move. The middle school kids are just indescribable. And thanks to them, you will totally decide to drop before your first pay.

"But Y/NN think of the MONEY" your friend responded, dramatically raising their hands to hold an invisible check.

"Ughhhh so exhaustedddddddddd" You dramatically replied back, your hands over your heart as you fell down beside her on the sofa. "I think I'll get killed by this heat and kids"

"fr, Y/NNN Lets jump off the building or something"

"Good Idea" You replied, as you mischievously looked at your friend, as the secret conversation between you two continued. You looked insane, but can you really blame it?

You and your friend looked at each other, before linking up your hands, walking outside the room and walk towards the door not before seeing your boyfriend, Dazai Osamu.

😨

WHAT IN THE WORLD DID HE JUST HEAR!??

😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

YOU? TAKE A SWAN DOWN THE ROOF!? WITHOUT HIM?

"Oh hi Osamu" You replied, as you gave a kiss on his cheeks, before linking your hand back to your friend as you happily started walking towards the stairs.(which were just behind the door if i say)

NAUR BRO

YOU ARE GONNA SERIOUSLY GO UP??

Dazai has his red alert alarms up now.

Dazai suddenly grabs your arms dragging you away from your friend.

NAH BRO-

HE IS

HE IS SAD!?

"Y/N am I not a good boyfriend?" (Like dazai stawp-)

He holds you tight telling you why you should live here, stay with them, stay with him.

You were confused.

His concerns are growing.

"What are you talking about??"

*insert confused screams*

Dazai look into you eyes, as he holds you close before speaking, "Please dont do it with you friend, do it with me"

"I love to hate you romance here, but it to much hot for my liking so Y/N, I'll be downstairs if you need me, until then I'll order icecream for you" You friend says sweatdroppingly, before moving towards the door, downstairs.

"oh"

WDYM BY OH? WE NEED A FULL PPT ON THAT BABYGIRL BEHAVIOUR-

"Dazai are you alright?" "😨"

"HOW DO YOU EVEN MAKE EMOJIS IRL?" "Says the one who is using acronyms while speaking Y/n"

Nothing better to do, and little weird out by your own lover's weird interaction you make your way down merely.

"this is diablo speaking to weretiger, another atempt unsucssesful, the mission is a success"

Dazai could only stand dumb folded at the corridor, not before merely going upstairs, I mean what's better then trying ways to die to forget past events?

"Oh shit the mummy is going upstairs, I REPEAT ITS GOING UPSTAIRS"

"I can hear you Akutagawa, stop hiding behind the flower vase"

This pic and "😨" are same.

I hereby rename this 😨 emoji as Dazaiface idc.

Sucks if you see 😨 as

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babytarttdoodoo · 10 months

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Prompt Fill Guide & Request Info

(Prompts: CLOSED)

As a general rule, I will write pretty much anything. A few exceptions and things to bear in mind when submitting a prompt:

I am well over 18. It’s safe to ask for NSFW.

Jamie Tartt occupies about 89% of my brain right now but you can definitely ask for fic about different characters and non-Jamie ships.

If you do not specify a romantic relationship between characters, I will lean towards platonic and/or canon-typical interactions.

I do prefer post-canon or canon-adjacent snapshots. (It’s just easier for me to keep things in-character.) However, I will consider AU requests if I think I can do an okay job with them.

Reader-insert is fine, but I have very little experience writing it.

I will not write anything shipping real actors, rather than characters. Not my thing.

Keep in mind that these prompts are intended for short, quick to write fics. It’s not fair to demand multiple chapters or a full series rewrite.

It may take a while to see your prompt filled. I am an adult with two jobs and numerous responsibilities. I am very tired and doing my best.

Please don’t be nervous to ask if you’re unsure - if something isn’t in my wheelhouse, I will just say so! Also remember this is a sideblog so I cannot interact with replies on posts etc. However, come scream at me in my ask box about headcanons or extra details any time.

List of pending requests under the cut - please check if your idea has already been submitted.

Pending Requests

Roy standing up for AFC Richmond players.

Roy/Jamie/Keeley run into Richard/Jan on a date. No one expected this.

(NSFW) Roy/Jamie/Keeley’s first time together.

Jamie reconnects with his father post-S3 and hides it when things turn bad.

Jamie’s sleep schedule is suffering and the team starts to notice.

Jamie wasn’t faking being hurt in S1 - he just didn’t want anyone to know why.

S1 Jamie is exposed as a mummy’s boy when the team meets Georgie.

Jamie has a medical emergency on the AFC Richmond bus.

Cartrick caves to Rupert’s demand in the 3x12 West Ham match.

James Tartt Snr swings first in the Wembley locker room.

Jamie is hospitalised during the off-season and fails to tell anyone.

Jamie’s birthdays at AFC Richmond.

Police cars are waiting outside when Roy arrives at Jamie’s house for training.

S1 Jamie is significantly more uncomfortable at the idea of being auctioned off.

#fic prompts #ted lasso #my fic #masterpost

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Fate, brought us together again.

Pairing: König x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish )

Summary: Few weeks after Interlude: Here comes the insertion specialist. Reunite with König, again, under very undesirable circumstances. Inspired by the piccadilly circus mission.

Warning: Mature theme, sexual theme. TRIGGER WARNING: gun violence,blood and gore and death. English isn’t my first language.

A/N : Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “ “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background.

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Smoke, Ashes, Sirens sound everywhere. Dazed and confused, you slowly got up from the ground. You hear people screaming, sound of gunshots being fired. Alerted, you quickly got up and ran towards the nearest obstacle for cover, that's when you notice two little kids sobbing and shaking a body of a woman lying unconscious. Looking left and right, you dash towards them.

You quickly check for any vital signs of the woman, luckily you can feel a faint pulse, and shallow breathing sound. You let out a sigh of relief. Better not move her at all until the EMS arrives. You took off the jacket and lay it on the woman, keeping her warm.

Turning your attention the two children, you ask, "Shh.. shh.. it's ok darling. Is this your mummy?" They nodded. "Are you two hurt?" One of them shook their head, the other replied you with trembling voice, " My arm hurts..", and you notice the child's arm was bleeding from a big gush. Digging through your bag, you found the little wooden teddy bear König had gave you. Passing to the injured child, you ask them to hold it, trying to distract their attention while you try to bandage them up as best you can. As you carefully wipe the gush wound with the alcohol wipe you had in your bag, the child flinches a little, biting their lower lip a little trying very hard not to cry again.

" Good job.. I am sorry it's stings... it's killing all the bad germs so you can heal better." The child nods. Suddenly another loud bang startled three of you. More gunshot sounds, you can hear it's coming closer and closer. Quickly shielding the two children behind you, you saw someone with Ak-47 approaching from behind the turned over bus few meters away. You immediately grab the two children and run towards the wall, but it was too late, the gunner spotted you and shot you right in the leg. Falling onto the ground, you let out a cry of agony. From the corner of eyes, you see the gunman walking towards you, shouting in a language you don't understand. Raising his gun, the two children tremble in fear, you turn around and use yourself as a body shield, waiting for the bullet to hit you. But the death never came. Unknown to the gunman, a figure appeared behind him, grabbing his head and slashing his throat in one fluid motion. Turning your head, you see a tall hooded figure, with piercing feral eye staring at you. You gasped. König.

König wish he could fly back to Austria, back to his Opa and Oma's cottage , high up in the mountain, and never be seen again. He had no idea what happened later that night at the pub. The last thing he remember was Horangi jabbing him with his elbow, teasing him about the girl he is waving to across the room. He took a sip of the coke after that, which had a odd sweet taste to it, and as if someone switch off the tv, everything just blackout afterwards. It's not until the next day, when he woke up with huge headache, he crawled out from the SAS's guest quarter, dragging himself towards the mess hall in search for water and breakfast. He was met with looks walking down the corridor. König is familiar with people giving him " the look " throughout his life due to his massive stature, but this feels different. Some of the women ( and even some of the men too ) was eyeing him up and down with admiration or even.... suggestive looks??? Doing his best to ignore them, he enter the mess hall and walk towards the buffet Picking up water and coffee, and bit of scramble egg ( he think that is all he can stomach at moment with this dreadful hangover ), he saw Horangi waving him over to sit by the corner table. "Hey big boy, how you feeling?" ".. I need some pain killers. Huge headache." Is all he manage to squeeze out. " Well, I apologise for that. I forgot you don't drink alcohol at all...but! You have now few admirers in this camp!" König shot Horangi a look, " I shouldn't have ask you to get the drink for me... What did I do? what do you mean I got admirers?" Pulling his mask down a little, he started sipping coffee slowly. The warm beverage eases bit of the queasiness in his stomach. " You mean you don't remember?" " No. I told you before I can't take any alcohol at all. It makes me black out." " OHhhh.. So remember the girl you were waving to earlier that night? You made a move on her. " König eyes was bulging out." you were suggesting to her you were very good at ramming people with your .. um.. greatest asset." König spit his coffee out. Suddenly he heard plates slammed on the table. He can see Ghost and Soap looking at his way from two table down. If their eyes are weapon, they are currently shooting him with death rays. The kept their eyes on him while stabbing into sausage with full force, rattling the table. König never finish his meal so fast in his life. You kept texting him, as if nothing had happened. Guessing its a good thing? You are still willing to talk to him despite the embarrassing incident. But he just couldn't bring himself to reply. Not until few weeks later, Kortac headquarter received news on possible terrorist threat in London and then SAS and MI6 has requested assistance. He thought it's a good chance for him to see you face to face, and apologise for what he did. He never realise he will meet you again amongst the chaos and death.

When they arrive on scene Piccadilly Circus, the terrorists had already started their rampage. The team split up in twos and goes around trying to clear out any threats while the SAS team and police continue to scout around for other possible explosives that hasn't been set off. He heard a gunshot, coming from behind the turned over bus, an anguish cry of a woman, follow by someone yelling in some foreign languages. He signed to Horangi, motion him to hold his position. He slowly approach towards the sound of the gunshot, trying not to be discovered, he saw men raising his AK-47 aiming towards a woman that is doing her best shielding two small children in her arm.

Split second he made the decision of unsheathe his knife, dash towards the gunman, pulling his neck back and cut his throat in one swift motion. The gunman dropped onto the floor, blood spraying out and eye turned upward. Turning his attention to the three trembling figure, the woman turned her head and look up to him, eyes wide with recognition. "... K... König ??? " It was you. He forgot you never seen him with his full sniper hood on before. Horangi appeared from the other side, nodding to him, standing guard. Wiping his knife before sheathing it back into the pouch, König slowly approaches you and kneeled down.

" It's me Liebling, are you Ok?" You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. " he shot me in the calf.. I can't walk." König nodded. " Requesting for medical assistant here ASAP. Three civilians require assistance." " Thank you for saving us.. " small smile appeared on your face. " For the second time.. " König shook his head. " Don't mention it." he look at the two children, who is looking at him with apprehension. He tenses up. The children reminds him of the Urzik hostages, who was unwilling to listen to him due to his appearance. You nudge the younger children, " It's Ok, he is the good guy." Pointing to the wooden teddy bear they still hold in their hand, " He made that teddy bear, for me." The kid open his eye wide with amazement. How can someone so big made something so small??? " The Medics should be coming soon." You can see few people rushing towards your direction with stretcher and medical supplies. "You should be safe now, these people will get you to safety and get you treated." He was about to stand, you grabbed his arm.

" Wait!" He look down at you, eyes full of question. " Am I going to see you later?" "... I will come and find you." His eyes soften a little, before turning his attention elsewhere again, back into full soldier mode.

He later found you amongst the heap of ambulances and injured, you were sitting on a stretcher, with the two children who he saw before with you on the other stretcher and with woman lying there. You were talking to the children, trying to distract them. " Mini." he called out to you. You turned your visibly pale face towards him. Despite the tiredness you shot him a beaming smile. " König!" He stride forward and stood by your side. " You ok?" You enquired.

Nodding his head, he look at your leg. " They will have to get me to the hospital soon to retrieve the bullet. But in the meantime, I will survive. At least my pain has lessened with the drug they are giving me. " You sighed.

He tentatively reach his gloved hand towards your face, cupping it gently. You close your eyes and lean into his touch.

"I was so scared. I thought that was the end. I kept thinking in my mind , I had to protect those innocent kids." You chuckled bitterly. " You know what flash through my mind the last second? Oh I had to apologise to König that I gave his little teddy bear away.." "Don't worry about it Liebling.. I'll make you another one." He was proud of you but same time his heart ached, what if he didn't spot the gunman sooner? What if he didn't reach you in time? The thought drove him to darker places.

" You keep calling me Liebling. what does it mean? " " ... It.. It.. It means.. It means darling...." König look down onto the floor and stammered. You open your eyes again, face red. Reach up with both of your hand, pull him down slightly by his sniper hood. Forehead bumping together, you look him into his eyes. Oh god, how much you love looking at his blue eyes, behind his piercing look, you can see a soft man in it, waiting to be hugged, to be loved. "Well, Liebling." He love the sound of you speaking his language. "Do you want to take me out for dinner? A proper date?" You can see his eyes open bit wider. You place a kiss on his cheek through the hood, and whispered into his ear : " And MAYBE you can show me later how good you are at... RAMMING into people. My big teddy bear."

#könig imagine #könig call of duty #könig x you #könig x oc #könig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x reader

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fleet-admiral-hiba · 1 year

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The last one was amazinggg, loved every bit of it

I have yet another 2am thought,

So it’s just a normal day, everything is fine until reader goes over to (insert a harbinger (s) and wants to show them something, somehow they had found a knife or dagger lying around and was able to learn how to twirl it around they’re fingers without injuring themselves

how did they learn that? No idea

-Simon

PRETTY LITTLE PSYCHO

A scream and an echoing laughter could be heard throughout the whole cathedral.

You were running around laughing joyously while your maids were screaming. No one but the senior agents knew what you were doing, and the younger ones where panicking.

It was amusing, your mother had never seen the palace in such disarray, neither had the Harbingers.

What made them pause was your actions.

You decided to stop at the top of the stair, balancing on the barrier while twirling a silver and golden embroidered knife you found in Uncle Pantalone's office.

"Love" started Signora, gently gliding along the stairs behind you, posing her hand on your shoulder,while you twirled the knife, elegantly and precise.

"You had quite the joyous day, didn't you?" she said with gleeful maliciousness. Oh she enjoyed the show.

"Come with me,your mum wants to see you" and you hurried along.

Oh you were growing up very well, and they all knew. Just like they wanted.

"Mummy look what I can do" and you proceeded to show your ability, and while she was amazed, cause for a little baby you had really the showmanship of an adult, she saw the roots of their teachings spreading.

Amused where even the others, but one question was running around. "Love, how did you learn to do it?" asked a curious Childe.

You hadn't been introduced to sharp objects yet, for your safety, but it seemed you didn't need to.

Stuttering a bit, you managed to explain how you learnt that.

Shock.

You did what?

A subtle laugh started , and it erupted into an uncontrolled. You didn't know how to react but nonetheless you were just as happy as team.

The truth was, you didn't know how to do any of that until you saw them hold their weapons.

It had been just as easy as walking then.

Unbelievable.

You were just as bad as them. In a good way.

"Little one, please. Next time you take one of my knives, take the more fancy one. It suits you better than that old shiny thing" said Pantalone, laughing.

#genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fic #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader #fatui harbingers #fatui headcanons

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dd122004dd · 7 months

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Broken & Betrothed 2

Summary: She is the sister of Nefertari and in love with her private guard but its forbidden and so they have to hide their relationship but her father, the pharaoh has betrothed her to another, so with a heavy heart she has to tell her lover that her father has betrothed her to someone else

Warnings: None, unless you hate happy endings

Part 1

Walking through the palace at night, she had one location in mind. The Medjai had been stationed at the royal pools that night. He stared at his reflection in the dark waters, silent in his contemplation. The moon-less night reminded him of her, of her deep eyes that once twinkled when she looked at him. He sighed. Her betrothal had been broken yet he hadn’t gone to see her. He should’ve been the first to embrace her, he should’ve been by her side yet he couldn’t bring himself to face her. He knew he was right for keeping her safe, even if she would be miserable but he couldn’t stop picturing her grief-stricken face as her heart crumbled. He could still hear her sobs echo through her rooms. Her mournful songs echoed through the halls of the palace where he used to guard. Her voice still echoes in his nightmares.

“You abandoned me. You refused to even look at me!” she screamed in his head, repeatedly.

His eyes welled with tears as he got lost in his thoughts, within an endless maze of pain. His head throbbed; he hadn’t been sleeping properly. His eyes were unfocused yet he still saw her. She was a visage in white, almost ethereally glowing against the dark blackness of the night. Almost like she was the moon, adorned with the light of the sun.

She paused in front of him, simply staring at him. It had been weeks since he allowed her to be this close. She searched his face, noting his tired eyes. They didn’t sparkle anymore, almost as if his soul was removed.

“Ardeth,” she said, breaking the moment of tranquility.

The moment she spoke his name into existence, he realized she was not a mere hallucination, his beloved princess stood before him.

He tried moving away from her, guilt consuming his being, yet she didn’t let him, moving in front of him in a child-like attempt to make him stay.

“I must go, your Highness,” he said, side-stepping her and walking along the banks of the pool.

“No, listen to me Medjai.” She said with authority in her voice, causing him to halt. “You shall not turn away from me again. You will listen to what I have to say. I command it of you.” At her command he turned to her, his desire to turn away overridden by her command.

She faced him with a look of determination, “I have decided that I will no longer be afraid, I will not be bound. I will not be broken by anyone or anything again, not even you.”

He moved to interrupt her, thinking she was finally breaking things off with him. She held up her hand, stopping him from speaking, “I have decided that I’m going to take what I want, what I desire. And what I desire is you. And I do not care about the consequences. Not anymore.”

He stared at her, stunned, his mind processing what she’d said, “Okay.” He said simply.

“Okay?” She said, trying to reconfirm his agreement.

“Okay.”

“Good,” she said before turning to walk away before reconsidering and turning back around. With quick steps, she walked up to the stunned Medjai. Wrapping her hand around his nape she pulled him down before crashing her lips into his. His lips molded against hers. It was wet, hot and full of desperation, as if they were trying to make up for lost time. Their bodies melded into one, relaxing against one another, as if finally coming home after a long time.

She broke away from the kiss, breathing heavily as she looked into the eyes of her lover, “This doesn’t fix anything, you still have a lot of groveling to do, but I’m willing to give you a chance. This is your last and only chance.” She said seriously.

“I will treasure this chance with my life, just like I should have treasured you,” he said, with a slight smile on his face, thanking Hathor for blessing him with a second chance and the beautiful woman between his arms.

#ardeth bay x reader #ardeth bay #ardeth bey #ardeth x reader #the mummy #the mummy fanfiction #the mummy reader insert #the mummy returns fanfiction #the mummy returns reader insert #ardeth bay imagines #ardeth bay fanfiction #ardeth bey x reader #ardeth bey imagines #past lives #angst with a happy ending

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dawnthequeen · 10 months

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you would bet on it? // min ho x reader

character: min ho

show: xo kitty

tags: frenemies to lovers, gender neutral reader, work place romance

warnings: maybe ooc?? i don't think so but yk, cursing, might have done some heavy self inserting oops

Kitty peaked around a corner, her head darting right and left before she proceeded down an alleyway.

It was just her luck that three boys were standing at a nearby building when they saw her sneaking around. Min ho raised a brow. “What on Earth is she doing?” His words caught Q and Dae’s attention, and they both turned around to watch.

“Maybe she’s just.. Meeting someone?” Dae chuckled nervously, trying to think of a perfectly logical and ethical reason Kitty was sneaking through an alleyway.

Min ho raised a brow. “Or buying drugs. We should follow her.”

Q shook his head, snickering lightly. “You just wanna follow her because you’re nosy.”

Min ho raised his hands in defense. “Sue me– Now let’s go.” He pivoted, going down the same alleway Kitty went down. Dae and Q shared a look before following him.

Kitty walked along for a while, much to two of the boys’ relief, exiting the alley after a short time and heading a way that was much more normal. She was acting oddly suspicious, though.

After some time, she arrived in front of…

A restaurant?

The three boys looked at each other with confused faces before continuing to the entrance.

Kitty walked inside, waiting up at the host stand for a second before you approached her with a grin. “Kitty! Good to see you, you can–” You paused immediately when spotting a very, very amused Min ho.

“You work at a restaurant, seriously?” He chuckled, raising a brow down at you.

Kitty whipped her head around, “Wh– Did you– You followed me?!”

Q and Dae quickly went in upon the realization that Min ho had blown their cover, Dae walking to the other side of Kitty. “We were just worried– You were acting really suspiciously–”

“We thought you could’ve been buying drugs.” Min ho grinned.

Kitty gawked at him. “What– That’s so stupid–”

You cleared your throat, crossing your arms. “What the hell are you guys doing here–” Before you could properly question the boys, you spotted your manager walking over. You blew out an irritated breath before putting on a fake smile. “How many in your party tonight?”

Min ho was loving this way too much. “Oh, just the four of us.” You so desperately wanted to wipe the smug look off of his face, but alas… You did value your job.

“Great!” You spoke through clenched teeth, grabbing four menus from behind you. “You can follow me right this way.” You took them to a section belonging to a server who had just arrived, so it was completely empty. After they sat down and you advertised your company’s rewards system with very red cheeks, your manager finally stopped watching you. Immediately upon their eyes being taken off of you, you exploded. “What the hell are you guys doing here?!”

“Kitty was acting weird. We swear we didn’t know she was coming here.” Q explained, chuckling nervously. He didn’t particularly like the idea of two of his best friends being upset with him over one of Min ho’s dumb ideas.

Min ho leaned back in his seat. “And I’m glad we did. Otherwise, we never would’ve learned of this little secret.” He motioned to your uniform, which caused your cheeks to go redder.

“Well, I’m sorry but not all of us can go through life completely supported by our ‘Mummy’s’.” You mimicked his accent toward the end, huffing. “Some of us actually have to support ourselves.”

Min ho rolled his eyes. “Right, like it’s so hard.”

You gawked at him. “Min ho, you would not survive a customer service job. Honestly, I would bet on it.”

This intrigued him, and he quickly leaned forward in his seat, turning to face you. “Oh, you would bet on it? Really?”

“Mhm. You would not survive in the restaurant industry.”

Min ho hummed. “Well, if you’re so confident, then let’s bet.”

“Fine. If I win?”

“I’ll do anything you ask of me. No objections.”

“Hm.. Okay. And if you win?”

“Same thing. Whatever I ask of you. Zero objections.”

Though you didn’t like the idea of Min ho being able to hold something over your head, you were confident enough that you felt comfortable despite the stakes. After a moment, you spoke. “Fine. Deal.”

Min ho grinned. “Deal. I’m looking forward to winning this bet.”

“In your dreams.” You rolled your eyes at him, backing away to finally allow the server to do their job. On your way out of the section, you caught Kitty who mouthed a “Sorry”. You shook your head, waving your hand at her in dismissal. Really, Kitty had done you a favor. Now you had the chance to one up Min ho.

After further discussion over text, you spoke to your manager about a friend who wanted to come in for an interview. Lucky for you, your shop was severely understaffed due to a mass of server’s quitting, so the manager didn’t hesitate to hire Min ho.

His first day was an absolute wreck.

He spilled a salsa bowl on him, which to anyone else would be a mere inconvenience, but to Min ho, it was the end of the world.

“I just bought these pants!! They're designer!!"

You shrugged. “It’s your own fault. Maybe you shouldn’t be so clumsy.” You were admittedly being hypocritical as you had broken and spilled your fair share of things on especially busy nights where you had to help.

“I hate you.”

You grew very familiar with those 3 words the more you worked with Min ho. His first few weeks, he let everything get to him. The customers, the messes, the way he smelled after work. Restaurant smell. You’d grown accustomed to it, so you hadn’t even considered that to be something that would’ve bothered him.

Much to your surprise though, he was very good at the customer service aspect. In some ways, it made sense. He had a way with acting charming, and he was fluent in Korean, which helped with the locals. He also only kept his complaints to when the two of you would be walking to the dorms together once you got off.

The thing that surprised you most, though, was how much you enjoyed spending time with him. You were used to server’s coming up and talking to you on slower days, the host stand often being a hangout place. You assumed Min ho picked up on it as he had suddenly begun hanging around there, too, when his section was deserted.

He waited for you after work. Even when he had been cut and could’ve gone home earlier. He excused it that you shouldn’t be walking alone at night. You didn’t really care about his motives, but you appreciated it. It was a nice gesture.

After 2 months, he still didn’t quit. You were beginning to worry he’d want to cash in his prize for the bet since it seemed like he had no intentions of losing. What would he make you do? The options were endless. You still had a slight hope that you could win but…

At the same time, you didn’t. You liked working with him more than you thought you would, it would be a little disappointing if he quit.

One night, though, his unwillingness to quit was really proven.

He had scheduled a date a few weeks in advance with some famous girl or something, you weren’t sure. But, he had also forgotten that he had a shift that same night.

He was up by the host stand, talking with you when he felt his phone buzz. He looked around to ensure your manager wasn’t near before he picked up.

“Hello?” After a few seconds his eyes widened. “That was tonight? Oh– I’m so sorry I must’ve forgotten, I–” He was cut off and a few more seconds passed where you heard muffled speaking through the phone. “I’m at work. Wait– Oh.” He said your restaurant’s address before he was hung up on. He blinked for a moment before putting his phone away.

You raised a brow. “What was that?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I forgot I had a date tonight.”

“Oh. Well, if you need I’m sure one of the other servers could cover for you, I mean, even I can–”

“No!” You paused, blinking up at him. He shook his head. “No. What if we get busy? The dinner rush hasn’t even come in yet! I can’t desert you like that.”

You felt a blush creeping up your neck. He couldn’t desert you like that?

Before you could question his wording, a very pretty girl walked up to the two of you, clearing her throat. “Min ho, are you ready to go?”

The girl rolled her eyes, pulling out a small mirror and lip gloss. “Yeah, and? You don’t need a job, Min ho. We can just leave. It doesn’t matter.”

Min ho looked over. “What? I told you I was at work–”

He shook his head. “But it does. It’s a responsibility.”

The girl glanced at him before putting away her things, grinning. “Responsibility? When did you get so mature? It’s hot.. But seriously. Let’s go.”

Min ho groaned, a hand going over his face. “I already said–”

Before you could stop yourself, the words were already leaving your mouth. “I think he already said he wasn’t going.”

The girl looked at you, scoffing. “And you are?”

Min ho stepped in front of you, crossing his arms. “They’re my coworker and friend. Plus, they’re right. I told you I couldn’t go already.”

The girl clenched her fists before putting her hands on her hips. She stared at the two of you for a second before huffing. “Fine. Fine! I’ll leave. But I’m texting you later to reschedule.” She glared at you, then turned around, heading back out.

You looked between him and her figure, which disappeared into a car.

There’s one thing she said that you agreed with.

This new maturity was hot.

A few hours later, the two of you were walking back to the dorms together. You sighed dramatically. “Y’know what– Fine. Fine!”

He raised a brow. “What are you on about?”

“Fine, you win.” You stopped walking. “You win the bet.”

He stared at you for a second before his brows raised. “Oh. Right. That.”

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

He shrugged, his hands going to his pockets. “I guess I did. But, hey. I told you I could do it.” His nonchalant expression turned into a grin.

You rolled your eyes. “Well..”

“Well?”

“What do you want? I agreed to do anything you wanted. No objections.”

He thought to himself for a second. “Hm… I’ll need to think on it.” He kept walking.

You gawked at him, whining and following him. “Min ho– That’s not fair! Now I’m gonna have to walk on eggshells!”

“Ooh well.”

The two of you continued your walk, and you continued to pester him to no avail. By the time you got home, Kitty had retreated to her room, so you went to yours. You got ready for bed, flopping down with a hum. You grabbed your phone off your bedside table when you saw a text from Min ho.

min ho: okay, i’ve made up my mind.

min ho: i want..

Min ho: a date.

Min ho: this friday. i’ll pick you up at 6.

Wait.

WHAT?!

#min ho #min ho x y/n #y/n #x reader #drabble #kdrama #min ho xo kitty #xo kitty #gender neutral reader #gn reader #xo kitty x reader #workplace romance #frenemies to lovers #minho x you #min ho x you #xo kitty minho #minho x reader #minho x y/n

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imeternallylove · 11 months

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Secret - S.Holmes; part one

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Genre: purely angst, upcoming age and some smut

Warning: none

Word: 1.5k

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Six years have passed...

You parked your small car outside your large flat complex, switched off the engine and reached around to shake the sleeping toddler splayed out on your backseat. "Zo-zo, wake up, we're here…" You murmured quietly, jolting your daughter till she stretched out and opened her wide brown eyes.

Zoe, your adorable five-year-old, moved her chocolaty hair back from her face and smiled out the window. "Are we going to live here, mummy?" She asked, innocently, turning to face you.

"That's right, little one," you winked, jingling the golden metallic key to your new London home in front of her glittery eyes and pleasantly surprised face at the key in your hand.

It had always been your desire to leave your hometown and move to the big city to become a painter, but when you became pregnant with Zoe, you traded one dream for another. Then, after seeing the comic strips you created for your local newspaper, a large budget from illustrating firm companies who have worked made you reached your another dream job, flower shop. You and Zoe had finally arrived for your new adventure.

Climbing out of the car, you checked on the small trailer tied to the rear of your car and then assisted Zoe in getting out, managing her happy bounces as you both entered the tall building. The elevator was out of commission, but your unit was only on the first floor. "Have you considered what colour you want to paint your room?" You already knew the answer, but it made Zoe enthusiastic about the flat and helped her forget about her homesickness.

"Every colour! Like a big rainbow!" She roared excitedly, wheeling you through the corridor until you reached the white front door of your new flat. Zoe grabbed your arm before you could insert the key. "I want to do it, please!" She pleaded, leaping up and down on your arm.

You smiled as you handed her the key and stood back to watch as your young child climbed up onto her tiptoes to reach the keyhole, peering at it intently. She squealed with delight as she unlocked the door and went inside.

"IT'S SO BIG, MUMMY!" From inside, you could hear her scream.

You removed your shoes and followed her into the open-plan living room and kitchen. It was already fully furnished, which was ideal for you and Zoe starting over, with dark grey velvet sofas, cream walls, and a new modern kitchen. It lacked a few finishing touches, such as photos and books, but it served as a wonderful canvas for painting.

"Do you like it, my love?" You asked, and your daughter swooped up into your arms and sat on your hip in one rapid movement.

"It's fantastic! Mummy!” She shouted brightly once again, wrapping her arms around your neck and clutching you hard, her tiny head tucked into the crook of your neck.

This was it - your fresh beginning. The previous six years had not been easy: being kicked out of your home and moving in with your grandfather, trying to raise Zoe while working to support yourself. But waking up with your gorgeous baby tugging on your hair and seeing her toothy grin as soon as you opened your eyes was reason enough to keep going. You wanted Zoe to have the finest life possible. She was your whole universe.

You carried Zoe around the tiny flat, cradling her close to your body and grinning from ear to ear. Zoe was full of decorating ideas as you proceeded through the rooms, advising you which walls should be particular colours and where her bed should go in her room. The flat didn't yet have any of your stuff, but you knew that once they were there, it would instantly seem like yours.

"Welcome home, little one," you murmured as you stumbled backwards into your bedroom and landed pleasantly on your new bouncy bed. "Welcome back home." You started tickling Zoe after you were settled on the bed, enjoying how loud her giggles filled the room. It sounded like home right away.

Zoe sat up on your stomach, a troubled expression on her gorgeous face. "Where's Mr Snuggles?" It was rare for Zoe to be without her cherished fuzzy bear. "We can't move in without Mr. Snuggles!" She was hopping off the bed and racing out of the room in an instant, most likely heading back down to the car to grab her teddy.

"Home sweet home," you whispered quietly, giving yourself a minute of calm before shuffled off the bed to join up with your daughter.

"Mummy, are you sure Mr Snuggles can't come to school with me?" Your daughter questioned sweetly as the two of you approached Zoe's school's roadway. She was a little nervous because it was her first day.

You smiled down at her as you looked down. She looked gorgeous in her new school uniform, complete with a red and white frock and knee-high socks. You'd already snapped a million shots of her this morning. "But I only enrolled you in school?" You mocked. "Mr Snuggles will not have a desk or a peg to hang his belongings."

She looked up at you and began batting her eyelids. "But he really wants to learn, too," she pleaded, attempting to melt your heart with her charm.

'Like her father,' a small voice in the back of your mind muttered, echoed.

For a brief moment, your heart slowed, as it did every time Zoe did something that reminded you of your best friend, Sherlock. She began to resemble her father as she grew older, from her inability to sit still or stop talking to the way her smile or laugh lighted up her entire face. She possessed all of his best attributes and wrapped them in a pretty little bow with some of yours.

You eventually caved, giving up to what she desired. "Okay… Mr. Snuggles can go to school," you sighed.

Zoe yanked her hand away from yours and began spinning in circles on the pavement, hugging her teddy and cheering joyously. "Thank you, Mummy," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around your legs.

You brushed your fingers through her unkempt hair and began rushing her down the street. Zoe's first day at her new school began in less than ten minutes, and you didn't want her to be late. "But he can only stay for today, deal, little one?"

She nodded enthusiastically, grasping your hand and nearly dragging you up the street to the school's gates. You should have guessed Mr Snuggles would calm her fears.

When you arrived at the gates, there was a constant stream of children racing inside the building, laughing and playing with one another, while their parents stood back and observed. You knelt in front of your daughter, adjusted the strap of her rucksack and looked her in the warm brown eyes. "Do you want Mummy to come with you to the classroom?" You said, caressing her rosy cheek in your palm.

"Don't worry, Mummy!" She exclaimed, shaking her head away from your grasp. "I'm a big girl!"

You exhaled quietly, thinking of how mature your daughter had become. At her last school, she nearly clamped herself onto your leg and refused to let go for half an hour. But there were no tears or tantrums this time. "Be a good girl today," you whispered quietly, kissing her on the cheek.

With a heavy heart, you stood up and wrapped your arms about your body as your little one skipped through the school gates, pausing every ten feet to look back and wave at you before disappearing into the building with a bright smile on her face.

From the moment you found out you were pregnant, it had always been just the two of you. She was a big girl now, brave and confident as she skipped into her new school. You'd have to stop calling her 'little one' soon.

After ensuring that she was safe in the school, you returned the way you came and proceeded to your car. Today was more than just Zoe's first day.

You arrived early at your flower shop after managing the city's traffic: a tall grey structure surrounded by a hundred others that all looked the same. You decided to go to a nearby coffee shop and get a caffeine fix before your first day began. You quickly approached the queue, placed your order and then stood back to wait for your drink.

“Y/N?”

Apart from a few people you met when renovating the shop and a handful of neighbours in your apartment block, you didn't know anyone in the city, which is why you were astonished to hear someone calling your name from behind you.

In the end, it was the last person you expected to see. “Sherlock?” For the first time in six years, you faltered in shock, your gaze resting on your best friend.

"Hi there," he responded nervously. He's wearing a wonderful suit with a gigantic coat and a blue navy scarf, his curly hair is even curlier, and everything is exactly as stated in newspapers.

But there was no response from you. You watched the way he scratched the back of his head in many different kinds of emotions beneath your chest until he stepping closer and wrapping you in his warmth embrace.

Your eyelids closed as your ears completely caught his low sigh; all you realise is that his palm stroked your hair and you felt your head snuggle against his neck.

That's when you began hugging him back, as the air over you two appeared so tighten to breathe.

tag: @bunny-skz00

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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something with eddie based on unholy by sam smith? maybe eddie and reader are having an affair? 👀

Is it bad that Eddie cheating on his wife for the reader makes me hot?

I actually wrote a fic kinda like this so I'll insert the link if you want to check it out!

But I'll definitely still write yours!

Stripper reader

Smut 18+

Not proofread

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Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

Eddie probably shouldn't have found himself at the strip club, knowing his wife and kid were waiting at home for him. A dinner plate sitting in his seat at the table.

But ever since the boys at work took him here, he needs to stop by to see her.

She was fucking beautiful. The way the red lace covered barely any parts of her skin had him shifting in his seat.

When he first met her, he knew he was in trouble. He felt the heat fill his bones. Like his eyes could only watch her.

It was wrong but he slipped off his wedding band and placed it in his jeans.

Against his better judgement, he accepted her invite to the backroom for a private dance.

The way she circled her hips over his growing hard on. Her ass barely covered by the thinnest fabric.

The way she breathed heavily in his ear as she grinded herself.

The way she moaned when she felt his cock through his jeans.

His hands moved on their own. Ghosting over her hips.

"you can touch me." She whined and he lost it. His hands gripping over her bare chest. He moaned as his hands were filled, flicking her nipples.

She grinded herself harder against him.

"fuck baby." He moaned. His fingers slowly dipped into her lace panties, he whined as his fingers were covered in her wetness as he slowly fingered her. Her back was pressed into his chest and his lips met her neck.

Sucking harshly as he moved his fingers faster.

She was rocking against his hips, riding in his fingers desperately.

She circled her own clit, chasing her orgasm.

Watching her cum undone had Eddie feeling things he hasn't before.

This girl was something unholy

And he's been hooked since.

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it

Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy (woo)

Eddie knew once he couldn't get her out of his mind he was in trouble.

His wife pounded him with questions about why he smelled of alcohol and perfume. Why didn't he show up for dinner. He got done with work five hours ago, why is he now walking through the door?

He lied and lied until she surrendered.

He kissed his daughter goodnight.

He's been going to that strip club weekly. He craved to see her, to touch her, and to fuck her.

He never told her he was married and she never asked. They didn't know much about each other. He doesn't even know her real name.

But he knew her body. He knew how to get her undone, and that's all he needed.

He realized he was into this girl too deep when he fucked his wife.

She was riding him, moaning his name. He closed his eyes, but all he saw was the stripper. The red lace from that night. Her tits, her pussy, and everything about her.

Her make up , and the way her hair was styled. With his eyes closed, he could pretend it was her.

He pictured the stripper riding his cock. Imagining the feeling of her cunt clenching around him again. He pictured her orgasming, straight from memory. Before he knew it he was thrusting up hard and fast. Chasing his own orgasm, chasing her.

He was back at the strip club again. Sitting in the same room as she grinded her hips into him. Feeling like he was on fire all over again.

He's never felt so much desire for someone before, never has he felt this for his own wife.

He was meant to be taking care of his daughter while his wife had a work dinner. But he called Wayne to babysit.

He left his daughter at home so he could be here. So he could feel her again.

He was moaning as she kneeled on her knees, sucking his cock. His head was thrown back as his hand was shoving her further down.

His thigh clenched as he heard her gag and choke on him.

No one knows Eddie was getting hot at the body shop, doing something unholy.

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