#not mad. laughing actually. anyway this is very concerning to hear

[slut4thebroken]

Dad/stepdad finding your vibrator hcs

Tommy Shelby, Cillian Murphy, Raymond Leon, Jackson Rippner, Lenny Miller

(All accurate to the universe’s time period)

Tommy Shelby - To say he was shocked would be an understatement. At first he was concerned— were you suffering from hysteria and he didn’t even know? But then he remembered that vibrators have very recently started being used for more… personal activities. He confronted you about it anyway though. You blushed and stuttered out “I- I can explain..” and he found it amusing at first, but he kept his expression stern. It was when you broke down crying that he suddenly softened. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please don’t be mad..” You cried out, making him pull you into a hug and shush you, trying to calm you down. “I’m not mad, love.” He said gently. “Just… tell me what it’s for.. I promise I won’t be mad.” You looked up at him with wide, teary eyes to see if he was being truthful. When you found no sign of a lie, you whispered that you use it for self pleasure, which he already knew. He just wanted to hear you say it. He sighed and shook his head. “You think you’re old enough to be playing with adult toys like this?” He asked, and you muttered out an excuse of how you just turned 18. “Maybe so, but I still don’t think it’s appropriate at your age.” That triggered something inside of you and you whined about how you’re an adult and you can do what you want, acting far too bratty for his liking. “Is that so? An adult, are you?” He had a condescending smirk on his lips and he pretended to think it over, then scoffed a laugh. “Fine then. If you’re an adult I guess I should start punishing you like one.” His tone was noticeably darker now. “Get on the fucking bed.”

Cillian Murphy - He knew he should’ve ignored it, respected your privacy… But he just kept thinking about you using it. The pretty sounds you probably made, the way your cheeks probably became flushed… But then he started thinking about you using it with someone.. Did you have a secret boyfriend? Or were you exploring your sexuality all on your own… Deciding to do the responsible thing, he started planning out when and how to talk to you about all of these new things you may be feeling as a developing young woman. One day he sat down with you, gently told you what he knew and reassured you when you immediately became embarrassed. He told you that it was natural and nothing to be ashamed of… “A young girl like yourself needs someone to guide her, teach her what’s right and how to be safe.” He said softly, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. “As your father, I’m afraid that role falls on me.” He tried not to seem too excited by the idea. Standing up, he walked over to where the toy was hidden and brought it back over to the bed, handing it to you. “I need to make sure you’re using it the right way. I’d hate for my little girl to get hurt.” He frowned, watching as your eyes widened. He didn’t let you protest as he helped removed your clothes and laid you down on the bed. “Now show me exactly how you’re using it, sweetheart.”

Raymond Leon - At first, he almost mistook it for something else, but when he did a double take, he realized what it actually was. A rush of emotions hit him, the main ones being anger, disappointment, and arousal. Were you turning into a whore? Did he do something wrong when raising you? When you came home one day, he was waiting on your bed, the vibrator next to him. You were immediately hit with a wave of embarrassment and humiliation- good. You started trying to defend yourself, saying it’s not what it looks like. “Don’t try to play innocent.” He scoffed. “Get over my fucking lap.” His voice was so harsh, it made you tear up as you begged him not to. So he roughly grabbed you and pulled you over his thighs, then flipped your skirt up. He spanked you until his hand was burning and there were little welts on your ass. You were sobbing loudly, the pain becoming too much, and with the way you kept squirming and rubbing against his cock, he eventually got hard. He forced the vibrator between your legs, making you apologize for your whorish behavior as you came over and over again until he was satisfied. “Get on your knees.” He demanded and you slid off his lap to the floor, still sobbing and almost hyperventilating from the overwhelming pleasure. “There are consequences for acting like a whore.” He spat, quickly opening his pants to free his cock, making your breath catch in your throat. “So, be a good girl for once and finish what you started.”

Jackson Rippner - He had been trying so hard to be a good father figure- god knows you desperately needed it. But as soon as he found a vibrator hidden away (very poorly) in one of your drawers, he just lost all control. He managed to wait a few days until it was only the two of you in the house, then confronted you. This wasn’t his proudest moment… but he didn’t regret it. “What would your mom think, huh?” He asked, subtly threatening you. “I would hate to have to tell her… but maybe we can work something out.” He said coyly, enjoying the way you blushed and squirmed and pouted. He made you beg for it, for his cock and for him to not tell your mom. Once he had you underneath him with his cock fully sheathed in your little cunt, he practically plowed into you until you cried. “This is your own fault.” He hissed. “The only reason this is happening is because you teased me by leaving it somewhere for me to find.” You sobbed harder and shook your head, unable to do anything else to protest. “You’ve been a fucking tease since day one with those tiny little shirts and the skirts that barely cover your ass… I’m fucking sick of it.” He growled, getting more worked up. “From now on, you’re gonna let me use this cunt whenever I want, or I’ll tell your mom about your little secret, and how you seduced me and begged me to fuck you.”

Lenny Miller - You should’ve known better than to think you could hide things from him. Just like you should’ve known better than to think you could lie to him. But when he confronted you, you denied it. Which he figured you might do… That’s why he set up a camera in your room, hidden in a vent but angled perfectly at your bed. The quality was not the best, but it was good enough to still obviously show what you were doing. He can’t even count the amount of times he came to that footage of you. When you tried lying, he sighed and reached for the remote, already having the tape ready in the tv. The second it turned on, you lips parted in shock and your face paled, then a very dark blush took over your cheeks. “There are a few different ways this can go. Option one: the camera stays up and you can keep the vibrator. Option two: I punish you, then confiscate it, but I’ll take down the camera.” He paused, lowering his voice into something darker and thick with arousal. “Or option three: you show me just how sorry you are for owning something like this. I’m still going to punish you, but if you do a good enough job begging, I might just let you keep it.” He said coyly. He waited impatiently for you to choose and when you couldn’t get any words out, still glancing at the tv, he chose for you. He spanked you until you cried and made you suck his cock to prove you were sorry, then forced you to ride him while you begged for his forgiveness.

#headcanons #hcs #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #tommy shelby #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut #cillian x reader #cillian murphy #raymond leon smut #raymond leon x reader #raymond leon #jackson rippner smut #jackson rippner x reader smut #jackson rippner x reader #jackson rippner #lenny miller smut #lenny miller x reader #lenny miller #leonard miller

[louissolovely]

Matt reacting to his tipsy gf FaceTiming him? <3

ੈ♡ FUCKED UP ⋆｡˚

summary- Matt getting a face time call from his not very sober gf request (yall love yall some Matt LMAOO SAME THO)

warnings- drinking, cursing, reader being out of it

Matt was sitting at the counter in his kitchen with Chris and Nick laying in the living room on the couch. They were scrolling through Matt’s phone laughing at saved videos he had in his favorites but in the middle of a video playing he got a FaceTime call. He knew you were out already but he didn’t know you’d be out so late.

He thought you were already at home.

He knows you never drank at parties or anywhere to be honest. He knew you were a very chill party person and how nervous stuff like that made you. And the fact you were still at that party at 11:56 concerned him a lot..

Once he answered all he saw was your smudged makeup and your face being not even an inch away from your phone. As soon as Chris saw he was on the flooooooor laughing. Matt giggled a little bit because how much it caught him off guard but then went back to be dead serious.

“y/n what are you doing bro” Chris had asked still cracking up “HIIII NICK OMG YOU WENT BACK TO BROWN???” this made Chris fall to the floor at this point he was crying. Matt completely ignored him “y/n where the fuck are you? I thought you went home?”

“Omg Matt your sooo cuuuuuuute stop. I’m at a party dummy I already told you” you couldn’t stop giggling and slurring your words. Your laughs sounded slower and you looked an absolute mess (he wasn’t gonna tell you that but anyways)

“Wait are you drinking? Who are u with? Dude keep the fucking phone still and talk so I can hear you.” He sounded so serious it started to annoy you a little bit because who does he think he’s talking to💀 “damn okay can I get a few seconds? Okay I’m in the bathroom now”. “Y/n where is everyone.” He started to get more anxious and inpatient with you

“Oh I came here with uhhh Natalie…ka-kayala.. I think..” your mind was starting to blank you almost started to see white. “Where the fuck are they then” “oh there right- damn where are they?” “no fucking way…” Matt already started to grab his keys and Chris had got up to follow him to his car.

Once Chris actually notice the very serious situation you were in he finally slowed down his laughing and started to look concerned. “Yo y/n stay in the bathroom till we get there okay” “oh okay” your voice got quieter but you were still slightly slurring.

You saw Matt and Chris get in the car but Matt still wasn’t speaking but he wasn’t going to hang up so something bad doesn’t happen to you. “Matt. Matt. Matt Pat. Matty B. MATTTTTT” “OMFG Y/N WHAT” you could hear Chris laughing in the back. You didn’t really have a question you just wanted to hear his voice.

“Oh uhhh.. I love you” no matter how mad Matt was with you in that moment all of the tension that was built up over the 25 minute phone call dropped because that was just the most precious thing ever. “I love you too y/n.. just don’t hang up”

“Damn y/n have you even been drunk before” Chris was genuinely curious because last time he remembered you had most literally sworn off of drinking ever. “No Chris she’s never even drunk before..” “daaaaamn y/n. You bout to be fucked up”.

MORE REQUEST OR JUST TALK TO ME I DONT BITE🐶

#fanfic #fiction #headcanon #oneshot #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo

[winterlogysblog]

4KOTA FANFIC

Title: Couldn't possibly know the feeling

Summary: After Lancelot's disappearance King had a small chat with Ban

Note: Very Short. I wrote this just now and it's unedited so there will be grammar mistakes.

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It's been weeks after Lancelot's disappearance and Ban never stopped, he never gave up on his search for his son. He would drown himself in alcohol just to forget the guilt and painful ache in his chest. Elaine is growing more concerned as days go by so she asks his brother to pay them a visit. Ban and King may look like they don't get along but they do care about each other, they're all friends after all.

King accepted and once he got there Ban immediately invited him over for a drink, clearly already drunk off his ass. King sighed and took a seat next to him as Ban clumsily poured him a drink.

“I’d be careful if I were you, you might actually die from alcohol poisoning, and you can die now, you’re mortal.” King said.

“I know.” Ban grumbled.

“Elaine is extremely worried about you and we are too.” King took a sip from his drink.

Ban tsked. “Just shut up and drink.”

King sighs, “Listen, I know it's tough but you have to put some faith in Lancelot. For such a young boy he’s quite capable, besides Jericho's with him right, surely she wouldn't let anything harm him.”

“Easy for you to say.” Band growled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“I said It's easy for you to say!!!” Ban shouted, slamming his mug on the table.

“It's not like it's your kid that went missing!!!”

King's eyes widened and for a moment and a pained laugh escaped his mouth.

“You couldn't possibly know the feeling of losing your child!!! So don't come here and tell me this shit!!”

King lowered his head and taking a deep breath he stood up from his seat.

“You're right, I’m sorry Ban.”

He chuckled. “I'm supposed to comfort you as Elaine said but it seems like I did the opposite, I’ll be going back now.”

Ban noticed there's a sudden change in King's demeanour but he couldn't quite pinpoint what it is. He's too drunk and angry to care anyway.

Elaine rushed in just in time to see King leave the room.

“I heard shouting. It didn't go well, did it?”

“No.” King shook his head. “I just made him mad, sorry about that.”

“Big brother… What happened?” Elaine spoke softly as she flew closer to King.

“Why are you crying?” Elaine asked as she wiped down the tears that were falling from his eyes.

“Big Brother.” Elaine’s hands tremble as her hands go down to his shoulders. “Please... Say something, or at least let me read your heart."

Elaine took a moment and she gasped upon hearing everything.

King painfully laughed. “Looks like I can't hide this from you anymore can't I."

“Hey! Stop it!! This is no laughing matter.”

“Elaine, it's alright.” King smiled. “It's already been 10 years, there's no way I can find him now. I even accepted the worst, still I can't help but hope.”

Elaine's vision started to get blurry as tears started pooling from her eyes. “Why didn't you say anything?”

“I couldn't possibly disturb you, everyone is busy with their own lives.”

“But what about now, I asked you and everyone for help.”

“This is different.”

“How is this different?”

“The kids are much bigger now, they can handle themselves. Granted they're still children but… you know what I mean.”

With a sigh, King stepped forward. “I’ll be leaving now. If you want I can drop by again. I’ll probably bring Sixtus with me. He seems to enjoy hanging around with Ban."

Just as King left and flew away, Ban stepped outside of the room and asked. “What did you two talk about?”

Elaine turned around to meet her husband in the eyes. “Hey Ban, did you know why Harlequin changed Galehaut’s name to Mertyl?”

#I wrote this at midnight #this plot possibility doesn't make sense #who needs sleep #brought to you by #that one angsty thought that I had #is this angst enough for ya #nanatsu no taizai mokushiroku no yonkishi #nnt king #nnt ban #nnt elaine #fairy king harlequin #king harlequin #fanfic #nnt fanfic #4kota fanfic #four knights of the apocalypse #nanatsu no taizai #seven deadly sins #nnt #4kota #mokushiroku no yon kishi #mokushiroku no yonkishi #seven deadly sins sequel

[sillyromance]

Hello!!!! I read the pred hcs you made for some transformers and I really loved them…I was wondering if you had more? I’d love to hear more about TFP Ratch or TFE Bee…but honestly I’ll take any character you’d like to elaborate on. Those were SO cute 🥺

Good day, dear anonymous!

I'm really happy you like my post - thank you very much for your kind words!!! Unfortunately, I don't have any more ideas about Ratchet and Bee for now... But as soon as I get some, I will definitely post them!

And at this time, here I have predcanons for other transformers from different universes. Hope you will enjoy!

P. S: I'm really sorry for my long silence - sometimes school takes too much of my time...

TFP

Wheeljack

Always confident and calm ninja seems to be quite easy-going at the first glance, but the more you watch him the better you see that in reality he prefers being all by himself, and it demands time to earn his respect and affection. So, like Ultra Magnus, he would be very picky about who he would let inside of his fueltank. However, as far as he warms up to someone, he gets unbelievably chilly about swallowing his beloved team pal down. Need a place to rest? Feel scared or upset? Lonely? Just get in. He doesn't see any point in long ceremonies; his movements are slow and gentle, however it doesn't take much time for Jacky to push you down his throat with a satisfied hum. At the same moment, the part of the process he would adore is tasting; unusual, exotic human flavours would make his processor just buzz in bliss! Sometimes he would take his time a little, carefully, methodically licking a person in his mouth from head to toe, rolling and tickling them with a tip of his tongue, optics closed and lips smiling joyfully. Only when there is no dry spot on the human's body, he would title his helm back and let them slide further into his core. Wheeljack would never be shy to speak to his friends after they got in his fueltank; often he is watched by puzzled eyes of comrades while he's running around his business and talking to someone they can't actually see or hear. But he doesn't pay much attention on their reaction anyways...

As an addition: Wheeljack finds vore a perfect chance to take Mico with him and Bulkhead on missions without Ultra Magnus noticing anything. And he always manages to set her free right at the time when no one is able to see it. So, Magnus is repeatedly driven mad by this small, innocent tricks, although he admits human child's help is quite useful from time to time.

TFE (Earthspark)

Starscream

This mech with difficult, sarcastic, but secretly soft character would be a shy and nervous kind. He would be quite concerned about his tiny friend's safety; when it comes to gulping them down, the 'con is too afraid that he can accidentally hurt them if something goes wrong. And he is sure it will go wrong because he is too used to failings... Moreover: it's really hard to win his trust because of everything he has been through. That way, it would be not a simple task to convince this ex-decepticon that vore is actually a good thing. However, if you manage to go over with all the obstacles, he will be the most careful and wholesome pred ever. And once he completely understands there is no danger - an obsessively willing one. He wants to keep his human companion as close as possible, warm and protected from everything and everyone (especially Megatron). He can get a little teasy in attempt to see how you blush and smile - recognition of his human's pleasure makes his spark sing of happiness; but usually he would just coo at you softly, give you a light kiss in the forehead and then his smooth lips would slowly, but demandingly pull you into his salivating mouth. As a person with PTSD he always needs to have absolute control over the situation, something unexpected (abrupt movements, screams, loud laugh, sudden rough squeezing of his insides) extremely freaks him out; so, you better let Starscream take the lead and stay still. After his darling reached their destination, he would try to move less, not wishing to cause any problems to them. He would curl up in a tight ball, hugging his middle with both arms and stroking it happily, and speak to them softly until he and his prey both fall asleep.

As an addition: sometimes he have panic attacks and feel deep enxiety, so some reassuring weight inside of him would be required.

TF RID

Drift

This autobot is a tough guy which is quite strict to others as well as to himself. So, you shouldn't expect him being a sweetheart. Although the alien samurai never forgets about humans' fragility, his tiny friends are barely treated softly most of the time because they are members of their team like others; they have responsibilities and have to work on their best without excuses or privileges. He doesn't accept extreme sensitivity in anyone; in order to that, he can often hurt his little partner's feelings. I think in this case, vore for him would be a way to apologize for being rude and to show that his friend can trust him; putting them deep inside of his body, close to his spark would mean that whatever offensive things he says sometimes, he is always there for his precious comrades. Of course, his is a QUITE protective pred; if Drift understands that his companion isn't able to defend themselves, he will simply grab little one in a second and shove them into his mouth - such straight forward actions committed without any explanation can be shocking for a prey, but, unfortunately, they should just live with it; he won't change anyways. If you're his close friend or a lover, then perhaps he will go slightly easier on you; at least, he will be definitely more gentle and caring every time he is bound to send you down his fueltank.

However good control Drift has over his emotions, he isn't able to deny that he likes the entire process. When there is an opportunity, he loves examining his sensations; presence of a small life hiding in his very core has a comforting and relaxing influence on him, especially because of his protective instincts. These are the points why he wouldn't hurry to set his human friend free (not like they would be unhappy about it though). The samurai wouldn't tell anyone about where his partner is once they got tucked into his "stomach" (even to the minicons) because in Drift's opinion it could be shameful for both included; that way, when he is around others you can imagine that he has forgotten about you at all. It's not true. And the fact that even during the hardest battles he will keep you fine inside no matter the cost perfectly proves it. But he would pay attention on you openly only in private, far away from the team. Then he would lay one servo on his waist, caressing it delicately, and finally ask softly if you are OK in there. Afterwards, perhaps there would be a long philosophical discussion till the evening, when he would let you out to look at a beautiful sunset from his shoulder.

#safe vore #soft vore #extreme cuddling #transformers vore #transvoremers #earthspark vore #tfp vore #tf rid vore #drift vore #starscream vore #wheeljack vore

[0alanasworld0]

Fasting & Friendlies (Hakim Ziyech x reader)

Request 1: Hi angel ramadan moubarak! Can you write something about ziyech during ramadan? It’s ur first ramadan together and he’s away since he’s in morocco, you can add or change whatever you like. Thank you sm 👼🏼

Request 2: Just loving Hakim and seeing that sparkle in his eyes😔 like spoiling him and always giving him little kisses maybe even appreciation posts on instagram

warnings: none

“Hurry up, we’re going to be late!” Hakim yells from downstairs. You appear at the top of the stairs with your luggage and a scowl on your face.

“You had me rushing around and we’ve got three hours until takeoff.” you huff, carefully dragging your stuff down the stairs.

“Two hours and forty five minutes, actually!” he corrects and you give him a look that sets him straight. He holds his hands up in surrender before taking your things and carrying them to the car with you following behind him.

You’re feeling a little less grumpy now but you still refuse to look at him when he opens the car door for you. He does that adorable little bow that you would normally laugh at but you haven’t finished being mad at him just yet so you avoid his gaze and drop into the car seat with another huff. He sighs before getting into the driver’s seat and taking a look at you, a warm hand on your thigh.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. I just can’t have anything go wrong, you know? I’m just sooooooo desperate to show these off to Abde and Bilal!” he jokes, pointing at his shoes, and you can’t hold your smile back anymore. 

“I’m still sleep deprived.” you cross your arms, turning your head away dramatically and he chuckles. You furrow your eyebrows when you hear the rustling of plastic packaging and you slowly turn your head to face him. You finally let a full smile break free with what you see. Your absolute favourite crisps hidden in the glove box. You wrap him in a tight hug before grabbing the bag from his hands and scarfing down the much needed meal for your suhoor. 

“You’re almost forgiven.” you mumble between munching as he starts the car.

“Almost?!” he exclaims, lightly slapping your thigh with an exasperated shake of his head and you chuckle. You could never stay mad at him. And at the end of the day, he was right. Both of you have been planning for this trip to the very T. All that time off and away from the club served two purposes. 1. To give him the luxury of spending more time with you and 2. To only strengthen his drive to play. Sure, game time was important but he was ready anyway. Everytime he thought about the fixture, his stomach erupted into butterflies. He was finally gonna get to see them all again and the buildup to the day of the flight felt so painfully slow but it was finally here. He was going home.

Now that the initial tired slump has worn off, you can’t help it. You’re both buzzing with energy now. The closest you had to home was talking about it and now you finally got to spend 2 weeks with the people you both considered family and in the place that connected you all. And with the way Hakim described it, Ramadan in Morocco was going to be a magical experience and you couldn’t wait to share Hakim’s safe space with him.

“You need to try the Tagine, the Bisara and… uh… just everything! And the air is so refreshing, it's so colourful and bright- not like here with all the grey- and the people are always so nice, always just giving out freebies!” he excitedly rambles, squeezing your thigh gently. His own thigh is bobbing up and down at the red light and it makes you so happy because it takes a calm person like him a lot to show their excitement. 

“Hakim, my love: I think the freebies are because you’re Morocco’s 4th top goal-scorer of all time. I don’t think they’re doing that regularly!” you remind and he hums.

“I didn’t think about that.” he admits with a shrug, picking up where he left off. 

When you reach the airport, concern bubbles as you see 2 random men waving, rather crazily, and seemingly towards you. Only when you squint, you realise that they’re familiar faces and not some hooligans out to irritate Hakim. Well it is just that but familiar hooligans at least. The men are sprinting towards you and Hakim as you take your time to get out of the car.

“YES YES YES NOW YOU HAVE TO ASK FOR THE DESSERTS!” Nayef yells, grabbing Hakim by the shoulders and bringing him into a bear hug. You watch on, completely confused by the situation unfolding and still not completely there. Hakim sighs with a huff, turning to you.

“Surprise! Nayef and Ilyas are joining us!” he winces. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee are still clearly very excited. You decide not to pry further so with a shake of your head, you get to the car to grab your luggage. 

After praying in your separate areas, you all return together to sit at one of the cafes in the airport. Not that any of you were going to eat but courtesy of the staff being Chelsea supporters - much to Nayef and Ilyas’ dismay - you were allowed to sit and rest in one of the comfortable booths while you waited. You can’t help but be completely drained already so you rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head and you interlink your hand with his, sighing out in relief and closing your eyes. You choose to ignore the gagging noises that the other 2 are making but you know that Hakim is probably giving them his signature death glare. No middle fingers or swearing but he had that killer glare that would do the trick anyway and the noises subsequently stop. You can’t help but smile at the situation unfolding. Oh this was going to be a good 2 weeks, you just knew it.

“Okay everyone give me your passports.” Hakim instructs and you can’t help but giggle. Airport dad Hakim was finally here. You supposed that the fasting delayed it a little bit. The boys both furrow their brows, looking to you for an explanation as hakim looks through his backpack, bringing out the folders.

“He doesn’t trust you to take care of your stuff.” you put it simply. They both look to Hakim in offence.

“I’m very responsible, thank you very much!” Nayef exclaims and Hakim gives them a side eye (bombas- no). 

“Look me in the eyes and say that.” Hakim challenges, putting the pair under his intense gaze. The lack of response is all he needs.

“All right cmon, GIVE!” he repeats, a little more sternly now and the boys relent their documents with a sigh. After checking the dates on the passports and having a go at Ilyas for not renewing his (it was going to expire in 2024), you all make your way to check in but not before Hakim checks the flight information for the umpteenth time since you entered the airport. You all look like little children trailing behind him as he navigates. In typical Hakim fashion you are an hour too early so you all drop down onto the uncomfortable airport benches. 

When the time finally does come and you all haul your luggage onto the conveyor belt. Hakim’s brow is furrowed in concern as your luggage goes through. And just as he suspected, you’ve overpacked. 

“I knew this would happen.” he pinches your cheek before opening the side compartment of his own suitcase to bring out an empty backpack. He hands it to you with a kiss to your cheek and he ends the matter there, helping you to offload some of your stuff into it. The boys look on in disbelief. 

“Where’s the lecture for her?! How’s this fair?!” Ilyas points out frantically. 

“Overpacking can be solved in a few minutes. An expired passport cannot.” Hakim explains but not without slapping the back of Ilyas’ head first. 

After recollecting the passports and rechecking the gates, Hakim takes to studying the planes while the rest of you find yourselves engrossed in your word hunt challenges. 

“Does your loving husband always do this?” Nayef mumbles absentmindedly before shutting his phone off, his face in his hands as he loses yet another game. You pat his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him after your victory.

“Oh yeah, gets the job done though so no complaints from me!” you say with a shrug, looking over at Hakim with a smile on your face.

“The airport dad pose really does it for you?! Really?!” he teases and you pinch his arm.

Only as you’re about to walk onto the plane does Hakim return the precious passports, giving a stern glare to all of you and keeping track of where you keep them. 

He finally seems to let go of all of his tension when you’ve all taken your seats and he sits up with his phone.

“Oh I’m going to trash all of you at word hunt.” you all groan in response because Hakim was good at many things: one was being organised and the other was puzzles. 

After about 4 hours of a fairly peaceful flight, many pretty photos of clouds, and even more photos of you and Hakim asleep together being spammed in the group chat, the sight of the landing ground getting closer and closer was an exciting one. For the first time today, all of you are buzzing with energy as the flight draws to a close.

Once you reach the hotel, you and hakim now separate from the boys as you all make your way to your rooms. He hugs you before dragging you to fall onto the bed with him and he groans in relief. 

“Can we just stay here please?” he mumbles.

“And go to bed without irritating Romain?” you joke and he immediately shoots up.

“I almost forgot!” he exclaims, energy returning and he’s now hauling you up and back onto your feet. You don't have much time to think as he’s dragging you out of the door.

When you reach the lobby, you’re guided to where the rest of the team are waiting and you hoped you would remember the smile on Hakim’s face forever. All of his best friends, all of the people he considered family, gathered in the lounge happily talking to each other face-to-face for the first time in months. The time apart felt hellish, for some more than others, but whenever they got to speak to each other, it was like they’d never been apart. 

There’s Yassine and Romain talking with Bilal and Benjamin, probably another wise old man lecture because you can see the latter two dozing off every once in a while. Sofyan, Abde appear to be preoccupied with an arm-wrestling contest with Ounahi and Dari officiating. Abde appears to be on the brink of tears while Sofyan looks cool as ever. Hamdallah is knocked out completely on one of the couches and you can see Anass and Boufal prepare to sneak up on him. It’s chaos but a very comforting one. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss these guys too. You see Noussair waving at the pair of you and push Hakim on.

“Fancy seeing you here!” Hakim remarks and Nous simply rolls his eyes, a bright smile quickly making its way onto his face.

“Oh please you missed me more than anyone here and you know it!” he brings you both into a hug before you all start talking again. You knew that Hakim was extremely fond of Nous in particular so this catch-up in particular meant a lot to him. Your eyes focus on Hakim. He looks to be having the time of his life: he’s rarely an animated person but he becomes something else with his fellow Ajax graduate. It’s something that you don’t think you’ll ever tire of seeing.

Thankfully he’s kept occupied long enough for everyone else to slip to the dining hall without him noticing. Sure his birthday WAS yesterday and he had a wonderful time spending it with you but it was only a day late so why not share it with the people he loved most?

When the 3 of you finally make your way to the dining hall, you’re met with a litany of confetti cannon blasts and the sight of the huge birthday cake. The cheers from the team put a dopey smile on his face as the joys of the return fully settle in. all of his favourite people gathered in one place. All smiling and energetic as ever. He couldn’t ask for more. 

The cake is quickly shared out along with the rest of the meal and everyone is quick to dig in. Ounahi, the resident bully of the group, is of course the first to speak when the chatter slowly starts creeping up again.

“The cake is great and all but I think we can all agree that the best way to celebrate this momentous occasion is with some entertainment! Ben, you’re up!” he announces and the poor guy reluctantly moves to stand on his chair with a microphone already in his hand. It was time for his group initiation. 

“Some things never change.” Hakim whispers and you laugh quietly, eager and waiting for the entertainment to begin. That brightness in his eyes really was just spectacular. Over here, he was just freed of a stress that he simply couldn't get rid of over in London. he was happier than he could ever he describe when he spent time with you but the burdens of the club always still lingered in the back of his mind, he was never truly free of the stress. it weighed him down and only now do you realise that.

It hurts to think about but you're glad he gets some time away from it where he genuinely isn't being weighed down. He's focussed on the performance in front of him and you're certain that Benjamin's predicament is hilarious, you can't tear your eyes off Hakim. everything else is drowned out as you stare at him. He hasn't stopped smiling since he arrived, you realise. you truly wished that things could just stay like this forever but of course it wasn't to be that way so you're thankful that he gets these next couple of weeks. Momentarily, you forget that everyone else is there and you catch him off guard by hugging his side. He looks down at where you've nestled your head with a confused smile. Nonetheless, he welcomes the affection and snakes an arm around your waist to give a comforting squeeze. You lift your head from the crook of his neck and peck his cheek. You can see the redness start to appear so you go for another. And another. And another.

"Get a room, guys!" Sofyan whispers, nudging Hakim and he shrugs before leaving a kiss at your temple. The rest of the group has noticed too but become preoccupied as the next newbie is ordered to take the stage. You see no reason to leave your spot so you stay there, with your arms around him and his around you.

He zones out for a second as he processes things. Sure, you were an affectionate person, especially with him but in a group setting? Not that he had a problem with it by any means. this was basically his family so he knew he had nothing to worry about but still. He wonders what's sparked it.

The next few days in the build-up to the match felt like a fever dream. You had expected Hakim and the boys to be sore and completely shattered by the end of every day. So imagine your surprise when Hakim sends you a photo of the mural in the prison. That day he comes home absolutely beaming as he recalls how kindly he was treated and how much fun he had. What's strange is that he IS sore and he HAS spent hours upon hours training but by some miracle, they’ve managed to fit their field-trips into the schedule too. The next day is also bizarre but you can’t say that you’re too surprised when Hakim facetimes you while going to town on a colouring sheet. You can see Yassine and Anass in the background doing what they were actually supposed to be doing and you furrow your eyes as you pay closer attention to the background noise.

“Hakim, I might be wrong here but I think the kiddies are looking for you!” you laugh but he’s too engrossed with the task at hand to even look up at you.

“They can just come over here and join me with this!” he suggests, still refusing to look up. You can’t help but laugh harder as Romain comes up behind him to slap him on the head.

“You’re the bane of my existence, wallah. Can we get back to the task at hand?!” the captain scolds as Hakim winces.

“Oh hi, kiddo! Duty calls! ” Romain adds quickly, before ending the call and you can already imagine Hakim’s heedless protests at the action. You knew that one little setback very likely took nothing away from the fact that Hakim was having the time of his life. This was home. Not the grey abyss of England. He perhaps held Netherlands more fondly but THIS was home. He didn’t want to be anywhere else.

He sends you countless videos of them having a blast training: messing around and causing chaos, laughing at each other. This trip was turning out to be everything you both expected it to be and so much more.

The morning of the 22nd is a fuzzy one. You’d been waiting for it for ages for the special night but the early hours still have you in a haze with Hakim shaking you as gently as he can to wake you. 

“My love, we need to eat!” he reminds, voice gentle on your ears which isn’t doing you much good in terms of waking you. His next attempt is more successful as he wraps his arms around you and lifts you so that you’re sitting up. You rub your eyes tiredly and he kisses your cheek, holding your face in his hands as he looks at you. You looked so cute, so tired, so grumpy. He loved it. 

“Ramadan Mubarak, gorgeous! We have to have our suhoor remember?” you hum, vaguely understanding what he was saying which was honestly an improvement. Even with slight coherence, he’s still the one dragging you around and making sure you’re steady on your feet as you get to the lounge. 

Some of the players are already there, gathered on the floor with the various dishes being shared around. You rest your head on Hakim’s shoulder as he gets both of your plates ready. The meal is fairly quiet, thankfully. The chatter is fairly minimal with everyone in the rooms at different levels of exhaustion. It's a peaceful moment and although you’re not fully there, you can still appreciate the fact that you were with people you had grown to love in such a short period of time. 

You spend the day trying to distract yourself with some gift-shopping for when you went back home while Hakim was focussing on training for the match. There was very little time for the pair of you to talk in between so you were itching to see him by the time iftar rolled around. It was your first Ramadan together and although you were glad to be spending it in Morocco, there was a part of you that wanted to spend a little bit more time with him but you knew that it would be worth it in a few days.

 You practically jump onto him when he walks through the door and you capture him in the tightest hug you can manage before dragging him to sit next to you. The rest of the team is soon to follow, too tired to make any jokes as Hakim kisses your temple. Everyone is clutching onto their dates and pouring large glasses of water as you await the Adhaan. Another benefit of Morocco was that you weren’t all having to constantly check your phones, you just had to wait for the beautiful sound to echo through the streets. And eventually, you do hear it. There’s a collective sigh of relief before you all dig into the dates, almond filled so that none of you had to deal with gnawing around the seeds. With the renewed energy, the chatter steadily increases in volume as the boys excitedly talk about the events that transpired during training. Hakim throws an arm around your shoulder as he continues the conversation. You may have been a little upset about the lack of time spent with him earlier during the day but moments like this where you truly felt like a family reminded you just how worthwhile the time apart was. Again, that look in his eyes was priceless. A sparkle that had become pretty rare over in London.

He falls onto the bed when the pair of you reach the hotel room and you’re soon to follow, shuffling under the covers and towards his arms.

“How are you feeling?” you ask quietly, wondering if he had already dozed off yet.

“Exhausted and excited all at once, love. It’s very confusing.” you chuckle together before he starts again.

“I know it seems far-fetched but I really think we could do this, you know?” he confesses. Everything was right. They were training harder than ever, praying, fasting. Things just felt right. He had every reason to be hopeful.

“Not far-fetched at all, my love. Before you know it, you’ll have another top 10 team on their knees.” you assert before releasing a huge yawn. He smiles, realising that you both most definitely need the sleep. The hand drawing shapes on your back is enough to send him into a deep slumber fairly quickly and you're soon to follow, dipping your head down to kiss his cheek before sleeping off the events of the day.

The 24th and 25th are stressful, stressful days. Every player giving it their absolute all in training, tensely going over the tactics, the analysis, and they just know they can’t let this match go to waste. It’s a chance to prove that their world cup run was no fluke. They’re here for real and they’re hungry for victory. This was their time to show it.

The tension doesn’t relieve by the time iftar rolls around either. Unlike the first 2 days, the silence isn’t broken even after everyone has dug in. The boys have heaps for energy but the idea of expending it now wasn’t one they wanted to act upon. The stress in the room is choking as everyone gets their fill. Only one thing on their minds. They’re quick to leave as well so they can pray together, Hakim pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before making his way out and you return back to your room to get ready to leave for the stadium.

The match is the first time you see him since the iftar, much to your dismay but you knew that he was where he needed to be. Surrounded by all the right people that made matches like this that much more magical so you felt a sense of peace in your heart.

The crowd was electric, some of the best you have ever seen. Colourful smoke bombs, streamers and giant sparklers ignited the atmosphere and perfectly reflected the feelings of the crowd. There are the charismatic Brazilians who were seasoned pros in all things football. As much as England proclaimed themselves to be the home of football, for most it was Brazil. It was a legacy they carried with pride and strived to preserve. But you and everyone in the stadium knew better than to count your husband’s team out. Morocco, a team that broke down a glass ceiling that had been imposed on non-European teams from the very start. It wasn’t going to be an easy fight by any means but you had faith. You knew exactly what they were capable of. And in the most blessed month of all times.

You smile when you see Hakim close his eyes to listen to the anthem. In truth, even without knowing Darija, he had spent a very long time learning the anthem but the feeling of the crowd, and such an energetic and passionate one was something that energised him in a way that nothing else could. You could feel the sound of the stadium quite literally move through you. 

You feel your heart in your throat as the match begins, it just meant too much. Everyone had too much to prove. But you have to remind yourself that you have faith. They’d done it three times before with an extensive injury list haunting them last time. Now, with the entire team injury-free, there was no reason they couldn’t achieve the same greatness again. And you just had to keep reminding yourself of the fact.

You’re proven correct in your faith and you can’t help but cheer when you see Hakim immediately ease past the Brazilian defences with Ounahi at the helm to assist him. The speed of the passes was difficult to comprehend and you find yourself struggling to keep up. If you blinked, you would open your eyes to something completely new. The Moroccan tiki-taka. And it was your Hakim who was at the centre of it, you couldn’t be more proud already. Your cheers turn into full blown screams as the chance comes to fruition with Boufal taking a risky shot. The stadium lights up and the electricity moves through you in a way you hadn’t felt in any other stadium. The noise is overwhelming but the relief that you feel is all you need. 

Fairly soon after the first chance, your eyes light up and you prepare yourself to scream again when you realise who is at the centre of this one. You get up from your seat and hold your breath, the scream bubbling up your throat but it's not to be this time. Wonderful chance for your husband but it goes just wide and he winces. You can imagine what's going through his head already. The normal Chelsea treatment would be online ridicule and contempt but you know the Moroccan crowd better than that. He gets a fairly big cheer from the crowd anyway and you smile widely when you see Walid giving him a reassuring thumbs up. He smiles back and then manages to easily find you in the crowd. You do the same as Walid and his smile widens and he gives you a shrug. Quickly getting ready for the play to continue.

The final half hour is tense as you all tensely wait and pray for a goal that could break the equaliser and it finally comes. The crowd once again is electrified with cheers as Sabiri takes Morocco back into the lead. Even with the comfort of the lead and the clearly worn out Brazilian side, nothing has you more happy than seeing Hakim continue to give it his all. For the first time in a long time, he looks like he’s having fun and you couldn’t be happier for him. It felt so right here. Things felt natural and he was reminded of why he loved the sport so much in the first place. 

The final whistle is a sound almost as beautiful as the adhaan and the cheers vibrate the stadium once again, the volume at an all time high as Morocco do it once again. Yet another historic victory to solidify their world cup status. The crowd lights up once again as everyone celebrates the resounding victory. A reminder that was very much needed and a message that could be sent out to the rest of the world. You were so proud. So proud you could combust into flames. They really did it again. 

You turn around from celebrating with some friends to see Hakim charge towards you, his face lit up with a smile. The next thing you know, he’s grabbing you by the hand and dragging you towards the field where you can celebrate freely on the grass. He lifts you up and spins you around as you laugh together before he puts you down. His arms stay in place however, grip tightening as he takes in the moment.

“We really did it.” he mumbles, dumbfounded by it all. 

“Of course you did, you were amazing!” you beam and he furrows his brow.

“I messed up probably one of the easiest chances of the night.” he reminds you and you wave your hand dismissively.

“Oh please, forget that! You were perfect otherwise and you know it!” he shrugs before lifting you up and spinning you around again.

The hotel lobby is absolute pandemonium as everyone gathers to celebrate the victory. You’re there with him the entire time, pressing little kisses onto his face at any given opportunity and a dopey smile on your face as you looked at him otherwise. Memories of the missed shot leave his mind fairly quickly as everyone celebrates the victory. He’s a blushing mess with the love you’re showering him with and his skin is burning by the time you reach the time you reach your hotel room.

“You’re awfully affectionate tonight.” he mumbles, eyes drifting away from yours because he knows how much you’re enjoying this.

“I’m proud of my wizard! What can I say?” you shrug before making your way onto the bed, your back against the headboard.

“C'mon, let me spoil you for the night.” you pat the space in front of you and he obliges, removing his sweater and sitting with his back towards you. He knew that you wouldn’t want to do anything in the holy month, even if you weren’t fasting and especially right after a match.

Your warm, smooth hands begin at his shoulder as you press into the knots, careful not to hurt him as you work away at the tension. He can feel it melting away from his body already as the soreness dissipates with your comforting touch. You continue down the rest of his sore back and when you’re done, you press kisses over his shoulders and upper back. He sighs out before turning around to look at you with a shy smile. You don’t give him much time to think before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his. He’s surprised but ultimately welcomes the affection as he melts into the kiss. You whine as he parts for breath.

“What has gotten into you?” he asks incredulously. You always made sure to shower him with affection but it had been a whole other level recently.

“I don’t know! I guess seeing you happy just makes me happy! Like really happy!” you attempt to explain before reaching for another kiss, which he accepts. When you part again, you lay yourself down and he lays next to you, face only a few inches from yours.

“You know you really were amazing out there today!” you remind him and he smiles.

“Could have been better if I was on target.” he admits with a small shrug and you run your thumb over his cheek.

“Oh you know that it isn’t all about the goals! you were everywhere today, you make it look so easy!” you attempt to explain. He smiles and you breathe out in relief because he’s finally accepted the compliment.

“But…” 

“Nope. Go to sleep now.” you quickly interrupt him before him so his head is under your chin. You feel him laugh against your chest before finally conceding although its muffled against your skin.

“Fine! Fine! It was good today! I was good!” he says but he opts to stay where he is, even with your loosened grip. He lets out a yawn and that's your signal to end the night. You press one more kiss to his temple and his arms snake around your body, snuggling into your chest. Sleep finds him quickly as the exhaustion crashes through him in waves. The warmth of your body and the hand once again smoothing over his back is enough to send him into the most peaceful slumber. The feeling of his warm breath against your skin is a comforting one as well as the feeling of his strong arms around your frame. It lulls you into a place of contentment at which point you find yourself falling into your own slumber.

not ramadan anymore but as I always say, better late than never lmfao but i hope u enjoy anyway, lovelies xoxo ryan ;)

#hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech x reader #hakim ziyech imagines #hakim ziyech imagine #footballer fic #football one shot #football fanfic #football fluff #football smut

[blackjackkent]

It occurs to me that after punching so many Steel Watchers into small pieces, Hector's knuckles must hurt like all nine of the Hells.

Anyway, let's finish this place and get the hell out of here.

"The Neurocitor. I can hear its hum - familiar, yet painful. I helped design the Steel Watchers, toiled night and day on the first bipedal prototype. It is fitting it ends this way. I will bring down not only the Steel Watch but the very Foundry itself. This place will be smoke and rubble when I am finished. Are you ready, my friend?"

Why do I get the concerning impression that you are about to go down with the ship, Toobin?

(Gods, Hector looks tired.)

"What are you going to do?"

"Like the Foundry, the Neurocitor's exterior is near impossible to penetrate. However, its inner circuitry is highly unstable. I'm going to rain fire upon it - from the inside out."

This is not doing anything to assuage my concerns but I don't really seem to have the option to stop you at this point.

"Do it."

"Gond - let your hammer be my courage, your furnace my heart."

-----

Astonishingly, he actually wasn't sacrificing himself, and we got a very fun little sequence of everyone booking it out of the facility before it exploded.

And, of course, guess who's waiting for us outside. >:(

"That was a hell of a show, my friend. Watchers collapse in the street as we speak. And the Foundry? Well, it won't stain this beautiful city with its abominations - not anymore."

Oh, man, Wulbren, Hector is SO not in the mood to deal with you right now. Go away.

"But it's not over. So long as a single parasitic Gondian remains, Baldur's Gate is under threat."

"Wulbren. Enough. The Gondians are no more. I am all that is left. You've won. Take the city - let the Ironhands reign supreme. I just wish to go home and mourn my daughter in peace."

(A/N: This quest is definitely a bit confused about itself at times. Most of what Toobin just said is incorrect - there are at least two Gondians still alive from the Foundry besides him, not to mention all but two of the hostages from the Iron Throne - one of whom is his daughter that he claims to want to go and mourn. I suspect this line will be the target of a humorous patch note at some point in the future.

The main point of course remains the same, which is that the Gondians have suffered terribly and Wulbren is being an enormous turd.)

"Toobin is right," Hector says wearily. "It's over." There is just the slightest hint of muted threat in his voice. This has been a long physically taxing and emotionally draining day and he is more than ready for it to be over. He doesn't want to be Wulbren's enemy, but he is pretty sure he's also no longer Wulbren's friend, and if the Ironhands try to push this issue Hector is fully ready to throw them over the horizon.

Wulbren laughs coldly. "Please. If a Gondian told me the sky was blue, I'd look outside and check. Toobin will lie, torment, and scheme until his dying breath. Kill him - or the Ironhands will."

(A/N: Hector kept making this incredibly sad-puppy face through this whole scene, which is definitely a face he has made in a lot of other circumstances, but is actually not appropriate for this one. He's tired, and he's MAD - at Gortash who is not within immediate reach, and at Wulbren who is the nearest available target.

We have the option for a [CLERIC OF SELUNE][PERSUASION] check here but I think this is one of the few scenarios in which Hector doesn't want to take it. There's another, much harsher line that is much more in line with his mental state right now given how shaken up and upset he is at the moment.)

Hector is silent for a long moment, then lifts his head and meets Wulbren's eyes with a steady, hollow stare. No more. I can't stop all the cruelty in this city, but I can stop you, right now.

[ROGUE][INTIMIDATION] "I know a hundred ways to kill you, Wulbren," he says. His tone is flat and hard, like an unbreakable wall. "So I'm only going to say this once." He takes one step forward in the gnome's direction. "Walk. Away."

Wulbren's head snaps back and his eyes narrow to slits.

"I thought you a rebel in arms," he hisses. "I see now you were but a snake waiting for its moment to strike."

He turns a sneering gaze across each member of the group in turn, and then spits on the road between them. "Keep your blind Gondian," he growls. "I have no use for broken things. But know that I will not rest until this city is rid of the Gondians and their bootlickers. When the day comes, my hammer will find your skulls and crack them wide open. Ironhands - move out!"

------

Karlach knows Hector very well by this point and she has seen him reach his breaking point a couple times. She can see the signs of it now, and as Wulbren turns to walk away, she darts forward and throws both arms around Hector's torso from behind, pinning his arms to his sides. She feels the tense of his muscles in her grip and knows she guessed right - he was about to leap forward, to lash out.

"Easy, soldier," she mutters. "He's not worth it. Let him go."

For a moment she thinks he is going to try and struggle away from her, but he hesitates, then sags a little in her embrace, his weight sinking back against her chest. "Bigoted bastard..." he mutters. "Does he not see the suffering these people have endured? Does he not care?"

"Don't think he does," Karlach says grimly. "Too caught up in his own anger. Wish I could say I don't know what that's like, but I guess I'd be lying. But that doesn't make it right."

He nods slightly. "Gods, what a day. What a bloody day..."

"Lets go home, soldier," she says quietly. "Let's just go home. We did it. The Watchers are done. We can go after Gortash now, come morning. We did what we had to do."

"It doesn't bring Toobin's people back," he says hollowly. "It doesn't bring that little girl back..." A long pause. "So many years I lived in that cloister and never realized how much cruelty there is in the world. How much anger..."

She hesitates, then presses a cautious kiss to the back of his neck. He shivers, closes his eyes and turns in her embrace to rest his face into her shoulder.

She just holds him a little while before speaking again. "I was stuck too, the last ten years, you know. Not able to do much good for anyone. Maybe we would have done more, if we were here before, but we weren't. We're here now, and we're doing a hell of a lot. Don't you fucking lose sight of that, Hec. Not for a moment."

He draws a slow breath and lets it out heavily. "Thanks," he says quietly. "Let's just... let's just go. I need to put this place behind us."

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #so.... everyone together... FUCK WULBREN BONGLE #drabble #bjk writes her own party banter #i liked bongle when we met him in moonrise and he has just gone down the tubes in my opinion completely since then #hector's too #hec is so MAD and so TIRED and so SAD and man we're getting into the late game huh #he's starting to remind me of all my shepards going into roughly Thessia period in ME3 #just so tired but there's no way but forward #and no one who can do it but him

[poisonsage808]

ModernAU!Sandor Clegane x Reader

A/N: i had this idea but not enough for a full fic so here ya go! inspired by coffee and rory mcccann in a beanie

warnings: maybe ooc sandor, sorry about that. swearing just cause. tried to keep reader gender neutral and loosely described but with longish hair & over 21

(masterlist)

•Across the street from where Sandor went to the gym was a coffee shop, opened way before the sun was awake

•He preferred to go to the gym at this time, less people to interact with. Bonus that should anyone else be up at this ungodsly hour, they didn’t want to be talked to anyways

•One hand held his phone, checking a missed call, the other held a disposable coffee cup with his name spelled wrong

•”Crap!” He heard in the distance, harsh footsteps coming closer. Habit alone made Sandor aware of you out of the corner of his eye but you were busy searching your wrists and pockets for something

•Hair a damp mess, shirt wrinkled and jeans ripped on the left knee- the blood that weeped from your now ruined skin made it evident the rip wasn’t intentional… A threat to yourself perhaps but definitely not him

•”Morning, hi, sorry, do you have an extra hair tie?”

•This close, Sandor realizes he actually knew you, you worked mornings in this very cafe just a few steps behind you both

•Obviously, you were late for work and the cause for your coworkers poor attitude this morning

•”Just the one.” He replies, not at all remorseful, “Less y’want fleas.”

•Sandor was joking but didn’t expect to hear you laugh

•”I’d take bugs over a write up. But you don’t look like you have fleas so I’ll take my chances if you’re serious.” You’re smiling up at him

•You must be desperate or mad to risk that

•Still, Sandor pockets his phone to free his hair. He actually feels more comfortable to be able to poorly conceal his scar again as if you weren’t just staring at it

•You weren’t, your eyes were on the coffee cup in his hand

•Sandro.

•”Genna spelled your name wrong,” You snickered, “She must be really tired today.”

•”Aye.” Sandor ignored the way his heartbeat skipped a beat. So fucking what you knew his name and how to spell it?

•He dropped the hair tie into your palm. True to your word, you wasted no time lazily pulling it away from your face and off your neck in a lazy bun

“Pissed too. I think her coworker’s a no show.” He smirked when your eyes went wide

•You swore for a second time and bolted away without a thank you

•The next morning he could see you were opening the cafe by yourself, the lights were dim and the music off

•You notice him approaching through the window and wave him in, “we’re open!” You sang while pressing buttons to various machines

•”Don’t look it” Sandor raises a brow

•”Good then my plan is working, I’m tricking everyone else” You scribble onto a cup while you speak, a mischievous smile on your lips

•”What is, losing your boss' business?”

•You pointedly, and playfully, glare at Sandor, “That and framing him for murder. You look like you’d go down easy”

•That, he laughs at. He doesn’t know how he let you go through the details of your “evil plan”, as you kept calling it, until you’re pushing a coffee cup towards him and he realizes he never even ordered

•You notice the suspicious expression on his face, like he thinks you poisoned his drink or something

•”You come in a lot,“ You cross your arms with a smile, “If I got your order wrong, I’ll quit right now”

•”Then you know it’s $3.“

•”Pretty sure it’s free”

•”Plan on adding robbery to that little plan of yers?”

•You laugh again, shaking your head genuinely, gesturing for Sandor to prove you wrong

•Of course it was right and when Sandor checks the spelling of his name, so was that. Also written below was ‘thank you :)’

•”Gonna get fired over this?” He raises a brow, “One used hair tie ain’t $3”

•It must have come off more concerned than he meant it to because you roll your eyes and feign a sigh, “Alright, alright! You caught me, I gave you my discount. We get one free drink a day and I don’t like coffee so—“

•”You don’t like coffee?”

•”Not the taste” You shrug

•Sandor laughs a second time since walking through the doors, not that he’s counting or anything, “Ya don’t drink it for taste, ya drink it to get through the bloody day.”

-

•You thought Sandor was flirting the mornings he came in but maybe you’d misread the situation?

•He went from a handsome, aloof stranger to a surprisingly funny and playful regular. Maybe teasing is just part of his personality

•Sometimes he lingers in the cafe. If it’s slow, and if you’ll feel bold, you sit next to him. At first Sandor loudly voiced how you might/should get fired for being lazy

•Before the conversation can go anywhere serious, you’re reminded you’re at work and have to get back to the other side of the counter

•Genna’s tired of your moping and convinces you to ask Sandor out the next time he comes in

•He hears your voice over the blenders, chatter and steaming coffee the moment he walks through the door

•You’re so happy, giving every approaching person a genuine smile and a compliment

•Seemingly more when your posture straightened instantly upon seeing Sandor hop into your line, the smile you wore could crack your face if it widened anymore

•The man in front of him was frustrated you were doing your job to get through the his order, the most attention you gave him was asking his name

•”Lose your holiday spirit, love? Where’s that gift of giving? If ya gave me your number, I could buy you dinner”

•Sandor’s bristling at the idea of you going out with this cunt. The thought of you wearing something aside from your uniform, smiling at crappy jokes and going home with— Seven hells, his heart races

•”$5.67,” You force a strained smile for the bald man, “Cash or card, Oliver?”

•”It’s Polliver”

•”Uh-huh”

•It took everything in him not to throw his head back and laugh

•Sandor doesn’t get a word in when he approaches, you surprise him with a compliment

•”I like your tattoo. Cerberus, right?”

•You have a pretty blush on your cheeks when you look up at him

•He lifts his right arm a bit when he notices your gaze to it when he doesn’t answer

•”It suits you! Never noticed that before”

•There’s a reason for that, Sandor was planning on doing laundry today and opted for a loose, black tank top, something he doesn’t normally wear especially not before the sun comes out

•You’re shamelessly staring now because.. holy fucking crap

•First word that comes to mind: hairy. You never thought you’d like a bear but here you are. You really like what you see

•You thought he looked strong before, with more revealed you can see it may not be all hard muscle but everything about Sandor screams powerful

•His left arm has a completed sleeve, various words and drawings while t—

•”(Y/N), stop drooling and get back to work!” Genna calls out teasingly

•Sandor can’t get your face out of his head after that, how bad your blush worsened and you refused to meet his eyes for longer than a moment

•He’s too good at reading people to deny your embarrassed from being caught

•Genna leaves you to pass Sandor his drink

•You linger with your hand on the cup “Hey I have to jet in five minutes. If you’re not in a rush, would you mind walking out with me? I might’ve pissed off Balliver. He looks like he’s waiting to dump his coffee on me or something”

•Your joke isn’t appreciated

•Sandor looks out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough ‘Balliver’ (get it, you asked when he didn’t laugh, ‘cause he's bald?) was glaring at you every time he lifted his cup to his lips

•”Aye. I’ll be over there when you’re ready”

•Bag over your shoulder, you approach Sandor after clocking out

•He reaches past and opens the door for you with one hand, missing the way your eyes widen as you follow his bicep down to his knuckles, because he turns and pointedly glares at the bald man

•”Yer friend gonna be ok?”

•”Oh yeah, she’s trained in martial arts”

•”Har-har, I meant with you cutting out.” He rolls his eyes as he walks beside you

•You smirk, “I am not ‘cutting out’! I have a valid excuse to leave my job early. I’m going to bury a body”

•Sandor chuckles, “Yer not supposed to tell people that”

•”You’re my alibi, I’m allowed to tell you. Yoou’re not allowed to tell anyone or I’ll be making you coffee from jail” You poke a finger in his direction and suddenly wonder if you’re allowed to touch him, even playfully like that

•”Where’s this body getting buried?”

•You like that Sandor keeps the ongoing joke alive through conversations

•”At the dentist.” You skip over to the bus stop and turn around as he follows over, looking behind you at the yellow sign with a raised brow

•”Too green for a car or can’t afford one with a barista salary?”

•”Scared to drive actually” You glare with a smile

•”You’re shittin’ me”

•He changes the subject by asking what time your appointments at and what time the bus arrives

•He waits with you after you tell him, opting to lean on the post while you stand on the bench to see if you come close to his height

•You barely do but when Sandor stands up straight, you still have to look up

•That pretty blush comes back when he dares to take a step closer. You don’t avoid his eyes this time but he can tell you’re growing nervous.

• Nervousness bothers him but you’re.. cute? Is that the right word?

•”You don’t have work today, do you? I should’ve asked, I’d hate to keep you if you—“

•”Off today,” Sandor assures you gruffly yet gently

•”Oh nice.. Do you wanna get linner?”

“The fuck’s linner?”

•You stare at him like he’s mad for never hearing the phrase before

•”It’s lunch and dinner combined”

•”..You’re going to the dentist” He reminds you like you’ve forgotten

•”Yeah,” You laugh and shake your head, “I meant after o-or a different day? Unless you don’t eat because I’ve never seen you get food in the mornings. It could be drinks—“

•If it was anyone else rambling, Sandor would’ve shut them up the minute they started to lose their point. But it was you and he never saw you nervous around him. A very new feeling sparked in his chest

•Yes, he decides, you’re cute

•You hold out your hand and make a grabbing gesture, “Gimme your phone. I’ll just give you my number and we can figure it out.”

♡[I], [II], [III]

#sandor the hound clegane #modern au #game of thrones modern au #sandor clegane x reader #poiboidrabbles

[khuzena]

You'll never be a bother to me

Chamber x reader

Fluff and angst

"Hi, could you make a chamber x reader fluff + angst please? It can be abt anything! <ty!3" - @aernyx (why cant i tag AAAA)

Yooo! Im having brain fog rn and im rlly sick but i finished this request, finallyy

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After a few months of joining the VALORANT protocol, chamber has proven himself as a very valuable asset to the protocol even though a lot of the members don't trust him. His skills and talents were great so brimstone would bring him to missions often yet the stress started to build up more. It's been 4 days since you've had any interaction wih him that atleast lasted for 5 minutes and it's starting to make you both feel lonely.

You decide to bring him some tea to his workshop so you can ease off the burden and stress on his shoulders.

On your way to his room, you noticed both jett and phoenix coming from the kitchen, "Hey what's up!" jett said while drinking from her juice box.

"Oh uh nothing, just here to visit chamber that's all." You shrugged and continued walking.

A sigh leaves phoenix then he chimed in,"I don't think it's the best idea to bother him now bruv. He's been very cranky these days and it's really terrifying."

"Yeah but you know what's more terrifying, phoenix? Your weird-ass hairline HAHA." jett laughed while nudging on his left arm.

"Whaddya mean by that?-" he replied but then jett started running away, "Come back over here you idiot!"

You huffed and just waved them goodbye while clutching the warm tea in your hand. Knocking on his door and waiting for a reply, but there was only silence. "Chamber, vincent can I come in?" No response again but as you leaned your ear onto the door you hear some metal clanking, almost like tinkering of his weapons again and silent cursing from inside. "Vincent, im coming in!"

Walking into the room you waved at him and put a cup of tea on his table.

He glanced at your physique for a while then continued to silently tinker with his weapons.

...

"Are you alright?" You asked him with concern and walked up to him. Trying to pat his hair but then he swatted your hand away.

"Mon amour I'm greatful for the tea but can you please go? You're being such a bother." He said and strongly emphasizing his words then turned his back on you.

'Oh.'

"Fine then, I'll go."- you scoffed and walked your way to the door -"You probably don't even need me here anyways."

He was too stressed to even ask for your comfort or even speak to you and he knew he messed up. The door behind him closed slowly which was worse than full on slamming the door on him. Chamber knew damn well he fucked up but as always, the stress got the best of him and continued to work on his project.

The next day, you couldn't sleep properly because the words he said to you last night kept ringing in your ears. As you sat up on the bed, you lazily rub your eyes and turned off the alarm and made your way to the bathroom.

Noticable eyebags and dried tear stains on your cheeks, you tried to wash it off and cover it with concealer but they'll find it out anyways.

Meanwhile in chambers room, he felt more tired than usual and couldn't stop thinking about how much he fucked up last night. He wants to apologize to you but he knows how mad you get when arguments like these arise.

He's thought about it for a while and came to a decision that he'll apologize you the moment he sees you again.

Walking out of his room, he quickly made his way to your room and softly knocked on the door and called out your name but no response. He tried to open the door knob and it actually worked, you didn't lock the door and he was confused. Checking your room, there were tossed tissues on the floor and a messy bed but no sign of you inside.

'fuck, fuck. Where the hell is y/n?' he thought to himself while exiting your room and deciding to go to the kitchen again.

While on his way to the kitchen he saw skye munching on some candy bar while sitting on a couch and asked her, "Have you seen y/n anywhere?"

To which she replied, "Hmm.. come to think about it I did see them but they quickly left with some snack in their hands. I think they were in a hurry."

"Oh. Well then, thank you. I'll go now then." He said and continued walking to the protocol's living room. It was quiet for a while until he saw the other agents doing their thing in the morning and some chattering here and there. But he paid no mind and kept scanning every corner of the rooms for maybe he can find you now.

He spent 5 minutes looking for you but there was still no sign of you, he was about to give up until omen and cypher bumped into him and they took the hint, but they thought for a while before saying, "Are you looking for y/n?" Omen said with a small knitted cat plush in his hands. "Ah yes I am, do you know where they are?" Chamber asked.

"I saw them run to the garden with snacks in their hands..." Omen replied and fiddled with his knitted cat. "Was it because of something that happened yesterday?" Cypher butted in and played with his tripwires. He shrugged and scoffed, "None of your business cypher. Anyways, thank you for that omen."

Chamber arrived at the garden and looked at every corner but he won't give up just yet. He checked every corner until he heard whimpering and silent eating behind a tree.

While you quietly ate your sadness away, you saw chamber walked up to you with a sympathetic look in his eyes and sat besides you. You looked away and continued eating but he broke the silence and uttered, "I'm sorry."

"You don't sound sorry." you knew you were being petty but you can't jsut ignore how you feel right now.

"Look im genuinely sorry, I didn't mean what I said last night. I promise to make it up to you." He apologetically murmured and took your hand.

Turning to look at him, you can see how guilty he is for his actions and just decided to accept his heartfelt apology.

"Fine, but if you do that again im ignoring you again for a whole week." You mumbled and hugged him as he softly smiles at you.

"Don't worry, mon cherie. You'll never be a bother to me and I'm deeply sorry. Je taime(I love you) y/n"

He pressed a kiss against your temple and laughed with you again. But from a distance that particular group watched both of you from a window,

"See I told them to not come to chamber's room when he's busy" phoenix joked while leaning on the wall.

"Don't worry, at least problem solved." Omen replied and left the room, leaving the knitted cat on your desk.

"Cypher how'd you find out they had a fight?" Jett asked with her lit up eyes and waited for his reply.

"Hmm.. I have my ways."

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This was a long fic but i really enjoyed writing it even if I was teary eyed because i got a stupid abscess on my right leg, thanks for reading and requesting though!yours truly,

-zen

#chamber x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant fluff #valorant angst #valorant imagines #valorant x reader angst #valorant x reader

[cascadedkiwi]

Period Comfort (Markus) [Comfortember 2023]

Characters: Markus, Female OC Video Game: Detroit: Become Human Genre: Comfort Summary: Markus is so sweet to cater to her during "Shark Week." Word Count: 1,050

A/N: Mention of Comfortember Prompts: 6. Notes 11. Comfort Show/Movie 24. Soup 27. Blankets (Maybe I'm overthinking this…)

DAY 1

Freisha grunts as she adjusts into another sprawled position on the bed, curled around a bunched up fluffy blanket she had stolen from the closet. She pushes her face into it as her favourite android enters the room, not wanting to see that knowing but charming smile. “Don’t say it, Markus.”

She can hear the grin in his voice. “What do you mean?”

She huffs, pulling the blanket over her head.

“I brought you soup and painkillers.” The same painkillers he had suggested she take the night before. And probably left on the table this morning before he left, if she had bothered to look. “Not hungry.” “Freisha…” She hates when he uses that tone. It was the way he talked to Carl when the old man was being stubborn for the heck of it. Made her feel like she was half her age, younger even. Curse these stupid hormones making her interpret stuff all sensitively. He continued in a softer tone. “You haven’t eaten since this morning. I met your breakfast still in the microwave.”

“Didn’t wanna get up.”

“Well, that won’t help you feel any better.” She sighed, pouting. “I knooooow…” She groaned. “My ovaries and my head are mad at me for it.”

She feels the edge of the bed lower with his weight. “Would it help if I fed you?”

She covers more of herself with the blanket. “That’s embarrassing!”

“Will you eat if I leave you alone?”

“Probably not…” She frowns and curls in on herself, hissing and whining as a particularly harsh pain takes over her stomach. 

Markus rubs her back tenderly, frowning slightly. He could tell this month’s period was a rather bad one. It had been late as well, according to his internal tracker. She was fussier for it.

After a while, he feels her relax just slightly and stills his hand. “I have a proposal.”

She peeks at him over the blanket, eyebrows furrowing at his word choice. 

“I’ll stay with you while you eat here in bed. I’ll sit behind you and you can lean against me while we watch ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’.”

The blanket lowers further. Brown eyes study his heterochromatic ones suspiciously. “That’s very specific.”

His expression doesn’t change. “I’ll even hold the heating pad on your stomach for you.”

She blinks at him. Squints. He tilts his head minutely. “You’ve been studying me."

He laughs at her accusatory tone. “Is that a bad thing? Do you disagree with any part of my proposition?”

“None of it.” She deadpans, even as her body protests the thought of actually sitting up. 

Markus smiles as he helps her execute.

DAY 4

Freisha is wrapped in the same blanket, dragging it all over the house. Markus stops her repeatedly, offering her her water bottle with the straw up. When she protests non-verbally, he simply asks, “Is it helping?” to which she would begrudgingly sucks up a single mouthful before scuttling away again, leaving him with a bottle in his hand and a smile on his face. She could be really childish on her period sometimes.

She’s less verbal with only a slightly better appetite, and he takes care not to push her. Soup tastes better the more it sits, anyway.

After hiding away for two hours, she shyly shuffles up to him, producing a bottle of thirium from the folds of the blanket. He thanks her politely, taking a sip before placing a hand on her forehead, mouth twitching when she leans into the touch. He goes from concerned to understanding in a blink, wrapping her in a hug.

“Piano,” she mumbles into his chest. “Please?”

He is more than happy to oblige, leading her to the grand piano and sitting with space for her. He plays softly, careful of her current sensitivities, smiling as she sways side to side in her blanket burrito and hums along. 

She hunkers down a bit and he watches her closely, slowing but not stopping his fingers on the keys. He does stop when he feels her hand pat his thigh near his waist, leaning away to watch her wiggle a finger into his pocket. “You’ll want something to swallow that with.” She nods without looking up at him.

He stands, taking the pill packet out of his pocket and handing it to her. She takes between her folded lips and blinks at him. He watches her for a moment before lifting the blanket burrito in his arms bridal style and taking her to the kitchen where she points at the plate of oatmeal cookies on the counter.

“As opposed to solid food?” he asks.

Her voice is a mumble. “Solid enough for two Midol.”

“With water,” he concedes, further sated by the fact that he’d made the cookies himself so they were healthier than average.

Seated at the kitchen table she holds her water bottle with both hands, studying it as she drinks down more than half.

Markus is pleasantly surprised.

“Nap,” she says, shuffling off to the bedroom.

DAY 7

Freisha silently hands Markus a folded paper.

He tilts his head curiously. It’s a plain white sheet of printer paper, with ‘To: Markus’ written in pencil on the front. Upon opening it, there’s a burst of colorful marker swirls outlining large letters in negative space spelling out 'THANK YOU.'

He smiles. “What’s this for?”

Freisha rocks on her feet, looking anywhere but at him. “For catering to me this week. I know I was acting like a kid and blamed it on the pain but thanks for putting up with me anyway. I really appreciate it. You really didn’t have to, especially with your schedule.”

Markus smiles, stepping forward and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I truly do enjoy taking care of you, Freisha. It’s no trouble at all. I actually consider it a break from my schedule to cater to you when you’re needing the extra attention.”

Her face heats up and she squeaks, drawing a laugh from him. “Is it finished now?” he asks.

She nods. “Yep. Back to sensible and capable Friehsa until next month. Although I hope it’s an easier one…”

He rests a hand on her head, gently tapping his fingers over her forehead the way she likes for her headaches. “See you then.”

#comfortember #comfortember 2023 #detroit become human #dbh markus #period comfort

[wolfprincesszola]

Table Sitting

Uh so someone actually held me accountable so here’s more Miraculous shit. First fic of the new year, so it’s only fitting that it’s a new year fic~

Also can I just say *spoilers to season 5 (released on Disney+) in the next few words* THEY FED ME MARICHAT CRUMBS AND THEN IMMEDIATELY RIPPED IT AWAY FROM ME I’M SO MAD anyways enjoy~ ——————– Summary: Marinette decides to take Alya’s advice to sit underneath a table during New Years in order to see if in 2023, she could get a relationship. What she isn’t expecting is for Adrien, her very good friend and lowkey-crush to sit next to her underneath the table. Conversation ensues.

Trigger Warnings: None

Content Warnings: Swearing ——————– “What are you doing?”

Marinette looked up to see Adrien snorting amusingly at her.

“Trust me, if the world worked my way, I wouldn’t be under here.”

“Well, why are you here?” Adrien asked, kneeling down to be eye level with Marinette.

“Ah, Alya saw this new thing where if you are under a table during midnight, you’ll get into a relationship that year. Since she and I are the only two single people in our friend group, she begged me to try it. Unfortunately, when I agreed, I didn’t think we would be at a party for all of the class.” Marinette let out a small laugh. “I think Alya’s over there.”

“No, I don’t think she is.” Adrien let a smile dance around his lips as he turned to point to Alya talking to Nino on the couch.

Marinette gasped, “The traitor.”

Adrien shifted all his weight to the ground and motioned to the spot next to Marinette, “May I?”

“Oh please. Just as long as you’re not afraid of being judged about sitting underneath a table.” Marinette moved over so Adrien could have more room. He proceeded to back up until they were sitting next to each other.

“Don’t worry. I never judged you.”

Marinette felt her heart flutter. For some reason, Adrien always knew the right thing to say to her.

“Ah, I never thought you would.” Marinette clicked her tongue, “I’m afraid everyone else would.”

Marinette motioned to the plethora of classmates staring at them with a concerned expression before just waving them off.

“Well, it’s okay, but we’ll be in relationships in 2023 and those losers won’t. Especially your best friend.” Adrien smiled.

Marinette swore that Adrien lit up the world with every smile he gave. At least it lit up hers. She wanted so desperately to be brave enough to tell him her feelings, to tell him that she hoped that them sitting underneath the table would bring her their relationship. But staring at his grinning face, she knew he might not be ready to hear it. Not when they were such amazing friends. Not when he was just fine platonically to her. She wasn’t going to ruin it just yet.

“So what are we supposed to do within the 10 minutes left on the clock?” Adrien asked, looking up at the bottom of the table, tracing his fingers through each curve. Marinette wanted to do the same with his face. She had studied it so much that she memorized the outline. She resisted the urge to trace the air with his outline, his image popping up. There was not one hair out of place in the picture in her mind, and every dimple and mole was present in her image.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think this far.”

“Do you think that Alya just decided not to go underneath the table early?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her for not going underneath it at all.”

“Ah, that’s true.” Adrien snorted before staring off, “My father was supposed to be here today.”

“Really?” Marinette raised an eyebrow, “He doesn’t seem like the type of person to show up.”

“He’s a little controlling…and a lot reserved, but he tries. Sometimes I wonder if he’s ashamed we’re related though.”

“Because he never talks to you?”

Adrien motioned to the doorway where nobody was, “Well, I mean look at the evidence. He hasn’t shown up, and even when he does talk to me, he doesn’t feel like a father. Maybe I’m just not a good enough son...”

Marinette blinked, before turning to Adrien, “Are you seriously worried about not being a good son?”

“It sounds stupid, I know, but…my father is really important to me. He’s the only link we have to family.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “Still, Adrien. Every child deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child. If anything, he’s not being the correct nurturing parent to you.”

“Debatable.” Adrien shrugged, “I mean, we stopped being close after my mother died. Now that he’s actually making an effort again, it just disheartens me when he doesn’t show up to parties I also go to. Maybe he’s just starting to understand that the universe gave us that space for a reason. Maybe he wants to create that space again.”

“Alright, stop it.” Marinette snapped her fingers, getting Adrien out of his trance and making him turn to her, “Before you start spiraling, I need you to look at me.”

Adrien struggled, but finally managed to look her in the eyes.

“Right, can I touch you?”

Adrien nodded.

Marinette grabbed onto Adrien’s face, bringing them inches apart. She didn’t bother thinking about how close they were, knowing she would faint if she thought about it.

“You. Are. Amazing. You. Are. A. Good. Son. I promise you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Marinette nodded, “Now repeat it back to me.”

“I am amazing. I’m a good son.”

Marinette tsked, “That was bad. Again!”

“I am amazing! I’m a good son!” Adrien gave a smile and Marinette returned it.

“Just like that, Adrien. When in doubt, remember what I said.”

“Thanks, Marinette…I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re such a great…”

Adrien hesitated.

“Friend?”

“What? You don’t think of me as your friend?” Marinette bumped her shoulder against him playfully, “I see how it is. Don’t talk to me again.”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Adrien flushed, “Please, Marinette, come back. I do really appreciate you and think of you as a friend…I just don’t know if you’d be happy with me calling you a best friend.”

Marinette paused. She had assumed that Adrien was joking, but this was a new development…even if she was still stuck in the friend zone.

“Ah, you’re funny.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh come on, Adrien. There’s no way that you think of me as that close. I stutter around you. I fumble around you. I say the wrong things. Sometimes I say things that are hurtful to you. I mean, Nino’s even told me this before. We can’t be best friends if I make you feel horrible sometimes.”

“Do you actually think that?” Adrien raised an eyebrow, “Marinette, there are so many things wrong with what you said. First of all, you have never made me feel horrible. Nino probably said that as a joke. That’s a me decision though. It has nothing to do with you. Second of all, everyone says wrong things around others. I tell you if you hurt me, which is not a lot. You communicate with me why you said those things and I know you didn’t mean it the way I took it that way. Third, you have anxiety. Of course you’re going to stutter and fumble. I don’t mind. Seriously. Finally, I mess up all the time around you too. Just yesterday, I spilled my entire milkshake on you. You just laughed it off and helped me clean it off. You just changed outfits like you didn’t mind, but I could tell that a part of you was upset over the ruined outfit. You’re probably the nicest person I’ve ever met. I really appreciate you, and I don’t know how you could think that I wouldn’t see you as one.”

Marinette blinked, staring at the boy smiling in front of her. The golden haired boy with eyes that reminded her of the most beautiful evergreen forests. The boy she fell in love with. The boy she saw as her best friend. The boy she was starting to realize was so special to her.

She didn’t want to lose him. Not now or ever. He was starting to become everything to her.

And yet, she wasn’t sure if he thought the same of her. For all she knew, another girl could come along and become his everything while she was stuck there still trying to get out of the friendzone.

“I guess you’re my best friend too then.” Marinette hummed.

“Good, because I was going to grab that kitchen knife and go stab Alya if I wasn’t.”

Before either of them could say anything else, Lila spoke up.

“Alright guys! Listen up, there’s less than five minutes til midnight. I’ll put the countdown above, but I need someone to help with the ball dropping because of my sprained wrist. Anyone want to volunteer?”

Marinette and Adrien looked at each other before shaking their head.

“Marinette! Adrien! Want to help?’

“Nope. We’re under a table.”

“Just…get out from under it?” Lila raised an eyebrow.

“We’ll do it!” Alya volunteered, raising hers and Nino’s hand.

Everyone watched as the two went to help Lila set it up before the chatter started to bubble up again.

Soon, Adrien and Marinette were able to talk to each other again.

A minute to midnight, Adrien asked Marinette, “Oh, shit, I just realized. There was another tradition of New Years, wasn’t there?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow before it came clear as soon as Juleka grabbed Rose by the waist. “Oh shit.”

“Yeah.” Adrien laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “I mean…if you’re comfortable with it…I don’t mind.”

Marinette had been waiting for any moment like this to come her way. She had been wishing for a chance to kiss Adrien. Here it was, beating her up in the face with this opportunity, but she knew what her correct answer had to be.

“No, sorry. Is it okay if we don’t?” Marinette gave an awkward smile.

“Yeah, yeah, no of course!” Adrien nodded, turning away from her and towards the screen with the countdown. Marinette thought she saw a flash of shame flood his eyes. It was the first time he had broken eye contact with her since he started talking to her. It was always Marinette who broke it first.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s your right. I’m not going to force you to kiss me if you don’t want to.”

“No, it’s not that.” Marinette sighed, “I really don’t mind. I just…don’t want this to be the kiss between us.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain.” Marinette fibbed, knowing she just didn’t want to rat herself out.

“Try me.”

Marinette usually liked it when Adrien said it, as he always understood what she was trying to say, but this time, she wanted to strangle him.

“Well, I just-I don’t want you to-Adrien, don’t make me say it.” Marinette exhaled, almost pleading with him. “I don’t want to say it.”

“Say what?” Adrien asked.

Marinette turned towards the countdown. 30 seconds left.

Well it was now or never. She could leave it behind with the year. Deep breath and just take the risk.

“Adrien, I like you. Not just as a friend, but more. I like you so much that it infuriates me. And I know that you’re not like someone else I’ve liked because for once, you make me feel calm around you. Somehow, even when I think about you, I instantly relax. I am always so nervous around other people. My thoughts whirl around at light speed around me when something happens, but you put me right at ease. I don’t understand it. That’s why I don’t mind kissing you. I mean, I want to, but I’m not going to let our first kiss be because of-MPHF”

Marinette was cut off with lips on hers.

Adrien cupped Marinette’s face, pressing their lips together roughly as she could hear others around screaming the final three numbers to midnight. She felt her heart soar as they connected as soon as it hit midnight.

Immediately after, Adrien separated, flushing, “Sorry, continue.”

Marinette blinked, “I feel like you didn’t hear me when I said that I didn’t want our first kiss to be because of convenience during New Years. I wanted it to have meaning.”

“It did.” Adrien smiled, “Marinette, you have no idea how much I’ve been wanting you to say those words. I really like you too, and I thought that me kissing you was obvious!”

“No, it’s not!” Marinette shoved Adrien, scoffing.

“Well, next time, I’ll just tell you straight out. Maybe when we don’t have 30 seconds on the clock.”

“Agreed.” Marinette smiled. “...is there any chance that we might do that again?”

“Ah, maybe, if I get a girlfriend before I come out from under this table.”

“Oh yeah?” Marinette smirked. “And who are you gonna ask?”

“You tell me. Who should I ask?”

Marinette just grabbed Adrien shirt, pulling him closer to her, “Alright, Rapunzel, come here and give me an actual kiss.”

“First kiss of the year.” Adrien smiled into the soft kiss that they shared. “And maybe girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend.” Marinette nodded.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #miraculous fandom #mlb adrien #mlb adrinette #mlb marinette #adrienette #fluff #new year #2023 #cw swearing #alya mention #nino mention #lila mention #juleka mention #rose mention #julerose mention #marinette x adrien

[septembersghost]

Warning- sensitive topic- but thread gave a very thoughtful response… twitter. com/chinasunrise/status/1656886936550645763?s=20

this is very well articulated, and initially i wasn't going to expand on it, but then i logged back on and saw some of the discussion from today, and i do want to add a couple of things. shock/cringe/edgy humor is not necessarily a sign that someone is a bigot, but i do think if you're comfortable using racist language and slurs (not only racial, but also the r-word and sexist insults), demeaning marginalized groups of people, joking about concentration camp victims, mocking ethnicities - that's not okay. nothing makes that okay. racism and misogyny guised in "humor" is still racism and misogyny. satire is meant to punch up, to strike at the more powerful, not those with less power who are already vulnerable. does intent matter? sure. but impact to those targeted will always matter more. and, sorry for sounding like a wet blanket here, but i do actually feel that what someone is willing to mock and laugh at says a lot about one's character. being progressive politically does not mean you're not capable of being cruel or prejudiced or doing harm.

and then we get into the issue of the p*rn. that's not humor. that's not onstage persona. that's something he chose to bring up for himself privately and then shared publicly as if it was just an anecdote. he himself used the word "brutalized." there is no excuse for the abuse and exploitation of women, there is no justification for harm and violence perpetrated against black women to pleasure white men. it's abhorrent. i'm sick knowing it exists. this is a rich cishet white man who has shown over and over what his inner values are, and that's why people are upset.

no, we cannot dictate this woman's private life or who she chooses to associate with. no, being mad/hurt/concerned/disappointed about this is not activism. no, she is not responsible for his actions or words, but she is complicit if she is aware and chooses to ignore them anyway. she's not online listening to fans, she has the luxury of ignoring it, but we have the right to be critical. as one little blog on the internet who HAS been hearing from fans, particularly fans of color who are hurt by this, i'm sad and troubled. it's not shaming. "let her be fun and messy uwu" is minimizing what the issues are here. we can't change it, but we're allowed to have opinions on it. we can and SHOULD hear the voices of those affected. we should prioritize them.

taylor is beloved and special to many of us, and that often does cross from her music into her person, and maybe that's on us for investing in her, but she herself has helped to build and establish that relationship, so this reaction is on her too. her art is a safe and comforting space for a lot of us, and i've proudly shared and spoken about and cherished that. anyone feeling less safe right now deserves to feel protected by this community, not shut out for perceived "disloyalty." we need to give each other support.

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches #even though really this is m@y discussion :|

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Had a very strange dream that was like walking around inside a fic so I'm inflicting my psychic damage brainworms on you! Deku was hanging out with his squad and they were all gently ribbing each other and laughing together and somebody was like "I bet you can't go a week without eating mochi" to Uraraka and she got feisty and competitive but it was mostly for show they were all still just messing around and having fun so she was like "oh yeah? Well I bet you can't go a week without hanging all over Bakugou!" to Deku and he was like *confused but sweating* "aha what is that supposed to mean??" And they were all like oh yeah Deku physically cannot stop himself from jumping up to talk to Bakugou at every opportunity, Bakugou has a Deku magnet in his pocket har har just jokingly goading him and Deku of course was equal parts embarrassed and competitive so he was like "you know what? I bet I can! I have self control! I'm not a puppy!" So they decided to see who could last the week without their thing, Iida and Todoroki and Tsu all had stuff too but it wasn't as built up and most of the rest followed Uraraka and Deku anyway. But everyone else thought it was all in good fun, not very serious, mostly a joke anyway. No one expected Deku to actually take it kind of seriously? And stick to it? Giving Kacchan polite smiles and nods etc when directly addressed but otherwise fully ignoring him. And no one expected Kacchan to become increasingly distressed by the change in behavior, at first being pissy and grumbly about it, then becoming touchy and snippy at everyone about everything between staring pensively at Deku, and eventually withdrawing completely and going quiet and getting bags under his eyes and just looking all around wrecked. Deku doesn't notice how bad he looks because his strategy to not give in to talk to Kacchan is to not even look at him. The rest of the squad gets increasingly concerned and guilty and start trying to back out of the bet but stupid competitive Deku thinks they're just trying to trip him up so he loses, and ends up shouting "I DON'T HAVE TO HANG ALL OVER HIM OR TALK TO HIM, IT'S NOT LIKE I NEED HIM" talking in like a compulsion or codependent kind of way and turns around when he hears a weird choking sound to see Kacchan just long enough to see he's crying before he makes a mad dash to his room. I don't remember all the details after that but there is "oh shit"ing and attempts to fix and the Bakusquad are initially blocking his efforts like "no bro that was fucked, you need to back off" until the Dekusquad explains and then they're all helping to shove them together to talk it out. And in his haste to course correct and fix and explain Deku ends up word vomiting a confession. There are tears and kissing and later Uraraka pulling Bakugou aside to apologize for starting it all and not stepping in sooner. The end!

Oh my GOD that is!!! SO FUCKING AMAZING. I need this fic NOW okay??? Either you write it or I will!!!! (Or since you dropped this in by askbox on anon, someone else will snatch it up!!!) THIS IS SUCH A GOD TIER IDEA

#bnha #midoriya izuku #uraraka ochako #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #dekusquad #thanks anon! #arbitrary answers

[lilylovesundertale]

Shattered hopes chapter 4 trapped in a nightmare

Star:*weaving their hand in front of Morris*

Ford: it's no use his mind is emptier then the void

Darko:*begins poking Adam*

Nora: stop

Darko: make me

Nora: gladly*punch him*

Meanwhile*

Crystal: looking up* ...

Echo:*walk out* ... What's the matter kid

Crystal: everything everything's going wrong

Echo:

Crystal: and now everyone doesn't have the psychic abilities all because of some dumb random person

Echo: life is like that sometimes

Crystal: you guys really stopped this you guys have experience I don't

Echo: but you're the only one who can at least try to talk things out

Crystal: MOM LITERALLY DID THAT

Echo: but she couldn't understand what she was doing back then

All the sudden a loud clashing noise came from the house*

*echo and Crystal land inside*

Milla:*is holding back Nora*

Zap: babe what were you thinking

Darko:*holding his now broken arm* holy shit...

Star: looking at them concerned*

Milla: calm down darling

Nora: LET AT OUT AT HIM LET ME AT HIM

Crystal: what on Earth happened

Zap: Darko accidentally hurt lily

Echo: again remember what I said a few years back

Star: yeah yeah it's part of the demon's nature well Nora's species anyway

Delto: is that why I'm so protective of my sister

Echo: most likely yeah

At night*

Crystal: going to get water only to hear a mysterious roar* mom?*begins going over to the source* hello?

The monster stared at Crystal*

Crystal:

Monster:

Crystal:

Monster:

Crystal: I'm just going to go*quickly moves out of the way of an attack before beginning to dodge the spiky tail*

Delto:*walk down to get water*

Crystal: BRO MOVE!

Delto:*looking confused before immediately bolting out of the way of an attack*

Crystal continued dodging the spiking tail*

Delto:* quickly grab the knife because their psychic powers won't work and quickly attacked the monster from behind only to get and gets into the wall the knife landing into his eye and he began screaming in pain because of that*

Crystal: ohh that looks like it hurt

Crystal quickly jumped up at an attack*

Leaf:*go downstairs to see what the commotion is about*

Monster:

Leaf:

Monster:

Leaf: were you just hurting my siblings because if you were I'm about to pay blast you into a different dimension

The monster began backing away looking terrified before getting attacked by a very very mad leaf*

Delto: OW F-PECK

Leaf:*accidentally pulls out his eye attempting to get the knife out* that's a lot of blood

Delto: I've been through worse*holding his hand over his eye*

Crystal:*put an eye patch over Deltos eye* I wonder if it'll go like moms you know glowing and such

Delto: that... To be honest I don't really know how that works

Crystal: maybe it's because of her kind nature

Leaf:

Crystal: I have a feeling you're going to say that's not how it works either

In the morning:

Darko: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE KITCHEN

Storm: h-hell

Darko: NO NO NO DON'T SAY THAT WORD THAT'S A BAD WORD

Echo began laughing*

Darko: IT'S NOT FUNNY I DON'T WANT TO BE KILLED BY MY HUSBAND TODAY

Echo began laughing harder*

Star: you okay sis

Echo began coughing due to how hard she's laughing*

Echo: I'm fine

Darko: Jesus what happened to your eye

Delto: I don't want to explain I just have to say I was in a lot of pain

Aziz: Jesus are you bleeding

Delto: *gently take off the eye patch*

Milla:*cover her mouth* darling we need to get you to the hospital

Zap: I agree with Milla you really need to go to the hospital

Delto: I was actually waiting for everyone to wake up I couldn't sleep because I was in so much freaking pain

Nora:*walking before staring at the mess before running over* Jesus freaking Christ we need to get you to the hospital before you pass out I'll teleport us

Leaf: hello you guys can't use your abilities I'll teleport you guys

Crystal: good luck I'll be working on trying to get Sunny's memories back

Storm: hell

Zap: DARKO!

Darko: shit

Star: well it was nice meeting you

Darko: you too

To be continued

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???: Nice to meet you reader you may ask me any question you like but be fast time is short

💚-who are you

Void: my name is void I came here due to curiosity I never seen a au like this

💚-Are you lily?

Void: well to be fair I do look like her but I am not her far from her actually I'm not even a character in this series

💚-are you dead

Void: I actually don't know I've been in the multiverse for a thousand years but to this day I still don't know if I'm dead or alive

Void: well that's a lot the time I have I hope we meet again reader

#lily aquado au #psychonauts au #my au #psychonauts 2 #lily aquado future #darko x zap #lily x nora

[pachinkowashere]

Hi Punk, Lil Sis and I are here at last, and we both hope you've been doing well!

We're about to head out for a bit of a late lunch with our parents in a bit, so we can't stick around for long right now, but we both wanted to stop by and wish you a good day quickly! Lil Sis was especially insistent on it. She had been worried for you since, in her words, "stupid butthole poopie jerkface" started harassing you on retrospring. In fact, she was so concerned that she asked a relative of ours who worked in the force if they could go arrest the "stupid meanie buttface" and she was so MAD when she was informed that sadly it couldn't be done. No joke, she had puffed-up cheeks and this angy look.

And ngl but it took all I could to keep a smile off my face; I know the situation is not a laughing matter at all but c'mon, it's hard to NOT wanna smile when she's calling that bigot jerk anon such silly names lol.

Can't say the same for that relative. They had to leave the room after hearing one too many of the many silly-sounding names she has for that jerk anon because they couldn't stop laughing.

But anyway, mom just hollered over we'll be going in a few so I better wrap this up now! I'll be sure to swing by later with actual questions when I can!

But before I do, Lil Sis wanted to say hello to Keno! She and I found out you made a new Punk sona a while back and she has been wanting to say hello to him! She's very confused about why he doesn't eat solids, however, and says "You should eat a bit tho! It's not good for you to only have drinkies! You should at least eat a tiny bit!"

Keno, I'm sorry. I had tried to explain that you and the other Punks are a little different from normal folks but she still couldn't help but feel very concerned. Blame our grandma for that. She has taught us that one needs to eat even a bit to be healthy. I'll do my best to try to convince her you'll be fine but until then please humor her by pretending you're going along with it. I mean, you don't have to but she is doing what angy Saria does and it's rather hard for me and my parents to not laugh whenever she gets like that. 😂

Anyway I better stop now before this gets any longer than it is. Hope you have a good day, Punk! 🎇

Lil sis anon gives me life, right here

I've been doing better. Still pretty slow and making stuff because of rl stuff keeping me on edge, but overall better. Haven't heard anything from the edgelord, since I turned off anon everywhere but here, as well as tightened my security, so that's ok. Currently enjoying a fruity vodka slushie that's perfect for the summer (cuz it's totally not fall right now lmao)

Keno waves hello. He's still not gonna eat solids cuz he's a stubborn butt fart, but he at least appreciates the concern. He'll be fine~

[ariyadaivaris]

:( wuh oh

#not mad. laughing actually. anyway this is very concerning to hear #pointing to the writers and how he doesnt have a say with what they do its like oh this is definitely a punishment huh #'dont go down with the ship' WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK HE CAN DO ABOUT THIS #mustafa who has spent his entire time in wwe talking about the damage of being seen as dangerous and how cool it is to be the #person he needed growing up only for wwe to turn him into the leader of a group they consider allegory for '''terrorists''' #like dude do you think he is choosing to do this. do you think he is happy about it. whats wrong with you

[fandom-smut-shots]

Keith Kogane - I’m Not Going Anywhere

Not Going Anywhere

A/N: Modern life AU.

Also, any genders and pronouns are acceptable to request. If not specified, I default to female, because that’s the majority of reader inserts in my experience.

Summary: You’ve been dating Keith for about six months, but you’ve only recently met his group of friends. He’s worried that they each have more to offer you than he does, and his insecurities eat away at him until you calm him down.

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           “Your girlfriend is coming to the party, right?”

         Keith froze, glancing up at Shiro where the older man stood beside the stove, preparing a pot of spinach artichoke dip. He was a disaster at cooking actual food, but he’d managed to learn to prepare dips like a boss.

         “Uh…” was all the black-haired boy managed in response, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

         “Come on, Keith,” Shiro chided gently, employing his best Older Brother voice. “You’ve been seeing this girl for, what, six months now? I think it’s time I met her. And what better time to introduce her to the gang than at your birthday party?”

         “Do I have to introduce her to everyone?” Keith whined, glaring down at his breakfast. “Can’t she just meet you and be done with it?”

         Shiro sighed, turning to argue when he caught sight of his brother’s expression. Keith wasn’t one for expressing his emotions, so Shiro had learned early on how to read the arch of his brow and the shine of his eyes. Keith currently looked crestfallen, which given the circumstances meant that insecurities were buzzing around inside his head.

         “It’s going to be fine, Keith,” the older boy commented, taking a seat across from Keith at the table. “Everyone is going to love her, and she’s going to love your friends.”

         “That’s what I’m worried about,” was all Keith murmured before he stood, setting his cereal bowl in the sink before turning to skulk down the hallway towards his room.

           “I’d love to go to his birthday party!” you squealed into the phone, balancing it between your ear and your shoulder so you had free use of your hands. “I’m almost done decorating his cake. I could bring it with me!”

         “He’d love that,” Shiro chuckled on the other end. “We’re not a baking-inclined family, so it’s always store-bought cakes for us.”

         “He told me he just wanted to do something simple to celebrate with me,” you returned, swirling icing atop the cake to add calligraphic decoration to Keith’s name. “I wonder why he didn’t tell me you were throwing him a party.”

         “He doesn’t like being the center of attention,” Shiro reasoned.

         You hummed in agreement. “That’s true.” Setting the piping bag on the counter, you paused, a frown forming on your lips. “It’s not… He wants me to come, right? He won’t be mad that you invited me?”

         Shiro sighed into the receiver, and you bit your lip nervously. “He’ll be upset that I went behind his back, but I know him very well, and I think he’d enjoy the party a lot more if you were there. He’s just nervous about you meeting his friends. They can be a handful.”

         “If you’re sure,” you replied. The last thing you wanted to do was upset your boyfriend while trying to celebrate his birthday. “I’ll be there. With a cake.”

         “Perfect,” the man on the phone replied. “I’ll see you tonight. It’ll be great, I promise.”

         You hung up the phone and set it on the counter, admiring your handiwork on your boyfriend’s cake. Exhaling softly, you tried to believe Shiro’s words. Everything would be fine.

           Your heart hammered in your chest as you approached the front door of Shiro and Keith’s shared house. Carefully balancing the cake with one hand, you raised the other to knock on the door, waiting patiently but anxiously for someone to answer. The door opened to reveal Shiro, smiling widely upon seeing you on the other side.

         “(y/n)! It’s so great to meet you!” he greeted enthusiastically. “I’m Shiro, Keith’s older brother. I apologize if I startled you with that phone call earlier – I wasn’t sure Keith would actually follow through and invite you.”

         “He didn’t,” you giggled. “I don’t mind at all. I’ve been wanting to meet you for months.”

         “Let me take that for you,” he offered, easing the cake out of your hold. He headed inside, nodding for you to follow him. You closed the door behind you, following the tall man- like seriously, how was he that tall?-  into the kitchen. There stood a thicker boy, nearly as tall as Shiro, stirring and chopping like a professional chef.

         “That cheese sauce smells amazing, Hunk,” Shiro complimented the cook, placing the cake on the counter.

         “It’s almost done- ooh, where’d the cake come from?” the cook inquired.

         “Keith’s girlfriend.”

         The spoon being used to stir the cheese sauce fell to the floor with a clink, gooey cheese splashing all over the tile.

         “Keith’s what?!”

         The tall, tanned cook spun on his heel, a grin splitting his lips as he caught sight of you. “She’s real!”

         Shiro laughed softly, stepping closer to you. “Hunk, this is (y/n). (y/n), this is Hunk, our resident chef. He shares a few classes with Keith.”

         “I’m an engineering major,” Hunk explained, offering his hand. You placed your comparably tiny hand in his, giggling softly.

         “It’s nice to meet you. Keith has mentioned your cooking.”

         Hunk’s eyes sparkled at the confirmation that the emotionally constipated raven appreciated his food before he turned back to the stove.

         “Hey, Shiro, what-“ Keith stopped in his tracks as he entered the kitchen, his eyes widening as he stared at you. “(y/n)? What are you doing here?”

         “I invited her because I knew you wouldn’t,” Shiro explained.

         “It’s okay that I’m here, right, babe?” you questioned, brows furrowing with worry as you took Keith’s hands in yours.

         “Babe?” teased an unfamiliar voice. “Keith lets someone call him babe?” A tall, thin brunet sauntered into view, resting his elbow on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “Hey, who’s the hottie? She’s- ow!”

         Keith’s elbow collided with the brunet’s rib, and he stepped away.

         “Yeah, it’s okay,” Keith murmured, lacing his fingers with yours, but you could hear the uncertainty in his voice. You stood up on your toes, pressing your lips to his, and he melted into the gesture despite having an audience. The brunet from before whistled at the sight, and Keith pulled back with a glare in his eyes and a blush on his cheeks.

         “I’m (y/n,” you introduced, offering your hand.

         “The name’s Lance,” the tan brunet grinned, taking your hand in his and lightly kissing your knuckles. You simply raised a brow in response, unsurprised when Keith ripped Lance’s hand away from yours.

         “She’s taken,” he growled, wrapping an arm around your waist. You giggled softly, resting your head on Keith’s shoulder.

         “Is that everyone?” you inquired, looking towards Shiro.

         “Hunk!” another voice called from the hallway. “Are the nachos done? I’m starving- oh, hey.”

         Finally, someone not insanely tall.

         “I’m Pidge,” they offered, lifting their hand to their head in a salute. “You must be Keith’s girlfriend.”

         “(y/n),” you countered. “Are you another friend of his?”

         Pidge stole a chip from the bowl on the table, popping it into their mouth. “If that’s what we’re calling it. I’m friends with Lance and Hunk, and they kinda forced Keith to join the group.”

         “I encouraged it,” Shiro replied. “My brother needs social skills.”

         “I have plenty of social skills,” Keith grumbled in response.

         Lance snickered loudly, Pidge choked on a ship, and Hunk chuckled from his place at the stove.

         “I got myself a girlfriend without your interference, didn’t I?” your boyfriend defended, his grip around your wait tightening.

         “How did you two meet, anyway?” Pidge questioned.

         “I’m an art major,” you replied. “We met in Interpretive Painting.”

         “Keith takes art classes?” Lance gasped, his voice raising several octaves.

         “Makes sense,” Pidge shrugged.

         “Interpretive Painting?” Hunk repeated. “That sounds like fun.”

         “Ah, someone who will encourage my brother to keep working on his art,” Shiro smiled. “I already love her.”

         Keith used his hand on your waist to guide you away from the others, leading you to the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you onto his lap, securing his arms around you. Your own arms wrapped around his neck, your fingers toying with his thick raven hair. His nose nuzzled into your neck as he inhaled deeply, enjoying the scent of your body wash.

         “Why didn’t you want me to meet them?” you inquired softly. “They seem nice.”

         “Too nice,” he murmured against your skin. “They’ll take you away from me.”

         You pulled away from Keith just enough to lift his head, caressing his jaw with your hand, gazing softly into his violet eyes. “You don’t really think that, do you?”

         His gaze dropped somewhere behind you – a tell that the current situation made him vulnerable and insecure.

         “You heard them in there. I’m not social. How many times have you told me I suck at texting back? If you hadn’t been so friendly, I wouldn’t have even been able to ask you out.”

         “So?” you questioned, brushing your thumb across is cheekbone. “I’m dating you, aren’t I? If you being anti-social was an issue, I wouldn’t have said yes.”

         He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “Lance is better at romance and dating. Pidge is smart, and you like a lot of the same games. Hunk can cook actual meals. They have more to offer you.”

         Your heart broke at his honesty. You knew how hard it was for Keith to be so open, even with you. He must have been dreading the day you met his friends if he was this concerned about it.

         Taking his face in your hands, you lifted his head until you can access his mouth. You gently pressed your lips to his, pouring your emotions into the kiss. He sighed softly against your lips, his arms tightening around your waist. You let one hand slide back to tangle in his hair, gently tugging on the strands.

         “I’m not going anywhere,” you promised between kisses. “I love you, Keith. Befriending your friends means I get to spend more time with you and learn more about you. They’re not going to take me from you, I promise.”

         “Dinner is done!” Hunk’s voice called from the kitchen.

         You slid off of Keith’s lap, much to his dismay, and offered him a hand. “Come on, babe. Let’s go eat.”

         He took your hand, lacing your fingers and squeezing softly as he followed you into the kitchen. Chips, cheese, meat, and vegetables decorated the table as a homemade nacho bar for everyone to dig into. Keith’s amethyst eyes danced around the kitchen, landing on an unfamiliar container on the counter.

         “What’s that?” he inquired, turning his gaze to Hunk.

         Hunk grinned. “(y/n) brought it.”

         “It’s your cake,” you replied, shoving a fully-coated nacho into your mouth.

         “You made me a cake?” Keith questioned, his eyes softening as he looked at you.

         “The plan was for us to have a private party after you were done here,” you shrugged. “When Shiro invited me, I figured I might as well bring the cake.”

         Keith dipped his head, pressing a loving kiss to your lips. Lance and Pidge cat-called from somewhere behind you, but Keith didn’t seem to mind. Shiro smiled from behind Keith, shaking his head softly.

           After dinner and cake were thoroughly enjoyed, you followed Keith and his friends to the living room to watch movies. He sat on the couch and you reclaimed your place on his lap, snuggling into his chest. His hands intertwined with yours, his fingertips brushing your knuckles, and you peppered soft kisses to his jaw, reminding him that you were his.

         While everyone was enthralled in the movie, you turned to face your boyfriend. You untangled a hand from his in order to lift it to his face, cupping his cheek. He turned his gaze from the movie to look at you, a soft expression in his eyes that only you were allowed to see. You shifted in his lap, pulling his lips down to yours. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, gently nipping at your lower lip with his teeth. You were tempted to give in until you recalled your company, reluctantly breaking the kiss and settling back against his chest.

         “I’m not going anywhere,” you murmured softly, squeezing his hand as you watched the movie. The kiss he pressed to the side of your head told you that he understood, and while you knew his insecurities wouldn’t be magically washed away, you also knew that he was trying and that was more than enough for you.

#voltron #vld #voltron legendary defender #voltorn x reader #keith kogane #keith x reader #keith kogane x reader #reader insert #fluff