#ok but the summary is already making me weep

[angelskvll]

#VENOM!

pairing: dick grayson x chubby afab!reader

word count: 800+

summary: dick comes home from a very long night, after encountering poison ivy, he can’t seem to think straight when all he can smell is you…

warnings: HEAVY SMUT!! sex pollen, dick has a big.. erm well.. dick, BREEDINGGGG, slight degradation, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby, etc.), dom!dick, sub!reader, dick calls reader a fleshlight (lovingly ;p), dick's lwk a lil' mean in this but it's ok he loves you ;3

authors note: lawddd hold me back this man is bouta make me combust like all over his face SOMEONE HELP ME

“Fuckin’ hell-” Dick groaned lowly as he gripped your hips tighter, pulling your plush body back into his harsh thrusts. 

Nights like this would normally have this outcome. Dick would come home, late at night after a patrol, looking and being frustrated as anyone would be, leaving you to be his relief.

But tonight.. Wasn’t one of those nights. This wasn’t calm, or half assed thrusts into your sopping cunt as you both lay half awake in bed, no. Dick wasn’t frustrated.. He was hungry.

“Dee! S-slow down baby-!” you squealed as your manicured hand reached back, your nails lightly brushing over his toned abdomen. 

He’d been so overcome with lust that he hadn’t even fully discarded his suit, only zipping it down the middle and off his shoulders to leave it pooling at his waist, with his mask still tied around his eyes. The white, chalky glow around his eyes hiding his irises from your view. 

He roughly grabbed your hand into his and intertwined them, a sweet gesture compared to his brutal pace he was keeping up with at the moment. 

“Mine, mine, mine..” you heard him mumble as he leaned down, cooing into your ear as he pounded you from behind, the smacking of your ass against his upper thighs echoing throughout the room. 

He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-”

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you.

He may have seemed like a sweet guy, and he definitely was.. Him in bed on the other hand, he was dirty, disgusting, nasty with the way he talked. 

“You’re my lil’ fleshlight aren’t you? Just a wet little hole to stick my dick into, huh? S’all you’re good for?” 

Tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes, your pussy throbbed at his words, no matter how offended you really were from them. 

“S-S’mean Dee..” you cooed before he lifted you up to rest your back on his chest, groping your tits in one hand as the other trailed down your plump stomach and towards your pussy. 

“Mean? I would never, baby. How could you accuse me of such a thing? All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good..

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly. 

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up. 

Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back. 

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you. 

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence. 

Despite your best efforts and hours of him being inside you, he was still.. Unnecessarily hard..

You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you.

“P-please my love, let’s rest.. M’sensitive..” you whimpered as he chuckled lightly before grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing your legs towards your chest.

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. 

“So, help me..”

#synful talkin’ ⛧ #dick grayson smut #dick grayson #richard grayson smut #dc comics #titans dc #dc titans #richard grayson #dick x chubby reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #pacific islander reader #brenton thwaites #dick grayson x chubby reader #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #chubby!reader smut

[runa-falls]

sleepy lovers

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

rating: explicit 18+

cw: smut, somnophilia elements, oral (f), piv, not finished--

summary: i'm a sleepy girl so i'm always thinking about how soft miguel would be if his girlfriend was dozing off as he eats her out. the second part is with sleepy!miguel!

a/n: this is a wip that i'm posting bc i hate myself -- anyway

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he gets in late. very late. she was planning on waiting up for him, wanting to see him after being apart for his work trip, but when he arrives, she's already asleep on the couch, her body curled in on itself with her head propped uncomfortably on the arm of the couch.

miguel quietly walks over to her, watching her shoulders move with slow, deep breaths. he picks her up, cradling her body easily in his arms, and walks up the stairs to their bedroom.

she's dressed in an adorable nightgown, one he's sure she was wanting to show off when he arrived. the neckline is modest, but it's quite short, showing off her legs and hinting at lies underneath. and it's soft to the touch, fabric almost thin enough to tear with his bare hands.

he looks down at the girl in his arms, eyes exploring how the gown rides up to the tops of her thighs. his hands unconsciously tighten around her figure as he feels heat rush towards his center. he doesn't soften his hold until he feels her shift in his hold.

"mig...?" her groggy voice calls out for him as he places her gently on the bed.

"sorry, cariño..." she nuzzles against his hand as he sweeps her hair away from her face. "didn't mean to wake you."

she yawns sleepily, "it's ok." he watches hungrily as she stretches, pushing her arms above her and arching her back.

"you look real pretty tonight." she squirms under his gaze, heat rushing to her cheeks. miguel's eyes glow red, drinking in her bashful smile. even with the minimal light in the house, he can see everything, and he's never been so thankful for his powers.

she hides her face in her hands, "really?"

"mhm..." miguel takes a hold of her wrists before pinning them to either side of her head, "don't hide from me, baby."

her breathing labors as he slowly crawls onto the bed, caging her in between himself and the mattress. he first kisses her sweetly, gently caressing her lips with his and drinking in her gasps and moans, before placing hot kisses down her neck and over her covered chest.

"how pretty?"

"mm..." his large hands shove the skirt of her nightgown up to her hips, revealing her bare cunt to the cool air of the room. "...pretty enough to eat."

he dips his head between her thighs, forcing her legs apart with his broad shoulders, wasting no time to taste her. he gently circles his tongue around her clit, teasingly applying minimal stimulation until she whining for more.

"please--please, more, i need--"

she lets out a squeak when he sucks the sensitive bud into his hot mouth, expertly flicking against it. he moans as fingers quickly thread into his hair, gripping and tugging him closer as his tongue has her shaking against him.

her hips begin to rut against his mouth, desperate to reach her already rapidly approaching orgasm, but just as she's at the cusp of her climax, he pulls back and she nearly weeps at the loss.

dark eyes watch as her exhausted body teeters on the edge of the euphoric end she was seeking.

"w-what, wait, please...?"

"patience, cariño." he's so close to her that his lips move against her pulsing clit as he speaks. "i'm not done with you yet." she whimpers softly when he pushes closer, slowly laving his tongue against her wet heat. she's never felt so sensitive, yet hungry for more.

he keeps the slow pace and sweet pleasure makes the world turn into a blur around her. her legs are sprawled over his shoulders as he methodically licks and nuzzles against her, constantly bringing her to the edge but never letting her cum.

at some point she's delirious with pleasure, eye lulled and shiny with unshed tears of exhaustion. he whispers comforting praises in that low voice of his as she whimpers at the intense sensation of coming down from the edge.

she has no idea what time it is when he actually lets her cum, but it rushes over her like a tidal wave. all those edged orgasms collapse and pool at her center and miguel has to hold her down as she writhes under him.

at the end of the night he holds her close, wrapping his arms around her torso, listening to her soft breathes.

(rushed end but :/ i'm done)

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very SHORT SECOND PART

(changes to 2nd person POV)

when miguel is sleepy and exhausted from work, he usually comes home and immediately scoops you up to come cuddle with him until he falls into a deep slumber.

he's like a bear when he's curled around you, an arm splayed over your body to hold you close and protectively.

but sometimes his baby is needy, especially when his work takes him away for long periods of time.

in those cases, miguel is more than happy to cater to your needs.

he's a hardworking man and you acknowledge that, so you're always hesitant to make a move and wake him up again.

but he knows you.

he knows those soft nuzzles you make against his neck, those quiet sighs that you think he can't hear, or that feeling of your hand running over his chest in want.

"what is it, mi vida?"

you shake your head as you lie next to him, not wanting him to worry about you.

"nothing."

he hums unconvinced but too tired to coax it out of you. instead, he tugs you against him, letting his hands roam over your curves until he drifts over your center. you gasp when he cups you with a warm hand, right where you want him.

"this what you want?" he's gruff behind you, voice foggy with exhaustion. "are you so needy that you need to keep me warm while i sleep?"

you whine as he presses against your more insistently and you can feel his growing hardness twitch against the small of your back.

"yes..." you shift next to him, arching your back to feel him flush against you. "please."

without another word, your sleep shorts are yanked down and you hear rustling fabric behind you. silky warmth nudges against your dripping hole, pushing until he enters your heat.

he groans against your ear as he slowly stretches you from the back.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o'hara smut #wip #not finished

[inkedells]

hear me out: dbf!joel railing u on a bed full of plushies HEKSHDKS <3 maybe ur clutching or biting onto one and he's just cooing at u calling u a good girl HEHE

ok don't mind me popping my mf pussy w this drabble (ALSO YES THIS IS THE DBF!JOEL REQUEST THAT DROVE ME CRAZY YALL)

summary/bg info: coming home from college for winter break and acting on the sexual tension that exists between you and your dad’s best friend, joel--while finding extra comfort in your childhood plushies.

words: ~700

mdni! | requests open but responses not guaranteed.

“God, you’re a fuckin’ shy little thing, aren’t you?”

Your mouth only gaped open around a silent moan as your back arched against your childhood bed. You weren’t sure how it ended up in your hands, but you were clutching your favorite plushie, a brown bear with matted curly fur, as Joel continued his ministrations against your clit. The sight of the waistband of your sleep shorts stretched around his wrist was intoxicating, and so was the way his hand moved from underneath the thin cover of its fabric.

“Joel,” you whined, biting your lip as your hips grinded against his hand.

“Mm, that’s right. Only I know how to take care of this pretty pussy. Go ahead, sweetheart, hug your stuffies. I know you wanna.”

You hummed at that, nodding enthusiastically. Your breathing uneven and frantic from arousal, you lazily gathered the plushies surrounding you in your arms as Joel manhandled you until your ass was in the air and your cheek was pressed against the numerous stuffed toys cradled in your arms.

“Now listen here, baby girl. You’re gonna let me fuck this,” He paused to trail a finger along your seam through the fabric of your shorts, as if to make clear exactly what “this” was referring to, “And all you gotta do is keep making those pretty noises and cuddling your little toys, yeah?”

You whined high in your throat in confirmation as Joel slipped his hands underneath the hem of your shorts to palm your ass. 

“Not good enough,” He tsked, still massaging circles into your plump flesh, “Repeat it back to me.”

You swallowed, a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks as you clutch handfuls of stuffies. “You’re gonna… fuck… me—”

“—Fuck what?”

You groaned, turning to bury your face in the pile of stuffed toys beneath you. “My pussy,” You mumbled. You were positive your face was already beet red from embarrassment.

“Didn’t quite catch that,” He teased. You knew fully well he heard you, but indulging him in this manner was only making the heat between your legs grow hungrier, so you complied.

“You’re gonna fuck my pussy,” You said clearly, “And I’m—I’m gonna cuddle my stuffies while you use it.”

Satisfied with your response, Joel tugged your shorts down until you felt cool air hitting your pussy. Not for long, though, because soon the radiating heat of Joel’s cock was taking over as he swept his weeping tip through your folds.

“Gonna put it in now, ‘kay baby girl?” He voiced in that gravelly low rumble, and although he posed it as a question, you were smart enough to recognize it as a warning for the inevitable. Joel didn’t bother properly stretching you out, he wanted it tight so it would swallow him up just the way he wanted.

He slammed into you, ripping a coarse moan from your throat before the pain of the stretch became too much and you bit down on one of the stuffies in order to stave off a scream.

“Aww,” He mocked, “Is it hurting you, sweetheart?”

“So… big,” You managed to get out, eyes droopy and your brain completely mush as he pistoned in and out of your inviting heat, “Too… big…”

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned to himself, “You really are stretched. Fucking ruined you.” His breathing intensified as he lightly traced where you and him met with his fingers, clearly aroused by the contrast between your tight little cunt and the way his huge cock is forcibly stretching it open. His feathery touches combined with his abrupt, punishing thrusts had you pushing your ass back even further against his front, craving the abusive jerking of his hips.

Joel breathed an amused laugh at that. “Actually, it seems like it’s just the right amount of big if it’s got you pushing back for more. You like it painful, huh?”

“F-Fuck, Joel, yeah. Yeah, I love it painful. God, please, fill me up Joel. Your cum, I want it, please.”

Joel faked a wince at your words. “Looks like the innocent little girl’s suddenly got a mouth on her. That happen a lot? Does cock tend to get you dirty mouthed?”

With your cheek pressed into one of your stuffies, you peered up at him from the corner of your eye as you breathed the words, “Just yours.” It was only barely loud enough for him to hear it over the wet sounds of him fucking into your dripping pussy. In fact, you weren't even sure if he had heard you until a hint of a smile crossed his face and he told you in that warm, rumbly rasp, "Mm, I know. Because you're my good girl," with every proceeding thrust reeking of pride.

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A/N: may or may not do a permanent taglist? not sure yet, just depends on the demand for it soooo maybe let me know in my asks if you want to be on a *possible* taglist for my fics (i only rlly write joel).

anyway thank you all for the support for this blog and my fics!!! truly love you all, and def don't be afraid to reach out and say hello, i need more mutuals whether you're a writer or not!!

taglist for this fic: @777-wonders , @scarlettstarlettsarletts , @pedrosbabygirl , @deathsholywaterr , @devilmademewriteit

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[carmyboobear]

Stress Management (Carmy Berzatto x Reader)

Rating: Explicit, MDNI🔞 (~700 words)

Summary: Carmy comes home from work so stressed he can hardly think. When he gets home, he sees his partner on the couch, and something clicks. He needs them, and it needs to happen now.

Content Tags: oral (v), rough sex, loud sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, they/them reader, afab reader

A/N: Had this sitting in my drafts, so I spruced it up a bit. Stressed guy like Carmy needs some SERIOUS relief… enjoy <3

Carmy feels like breaking something.

His ears are ringing, listening to echoes of screams at work that refuse to fade away. His body is tight with tension, and all he can think about is seeing them.

He needs to see them.

He almost slams the door open in a rush to get home. They’re laying on the couch in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, hair splayed on on the cushions. They perk up when they hear him entering.

“Carmy!” They chirp, smiling like the sun, and upon seeing his face, it grows serious. “Everything ok?”

“Work fucking sucked,” he mutters irritably. He’s walking briskly over. They’re finally right in front of him.

“Do you wanna ta—“ they’re halfway through their sentence before Carmy pulls them into a bruising, wet kiss.

“I want to eat you out, and then fuck you a couple times,” Carmy says lowly when he pulls back. Their kissed lips are parted in surprise. “Then I’ll tell you about today. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s okay,” they agree without hesitation, and he immediately pulls their underwear off.

With two forceful hands, Carmy spreads their legs wide by the inside of their thighs before swooping his head down between them. He wastes no time in bullying their clit with his tongue, using the tip to push it out and into his mouth. He starts sucking their clit immediately, cheeks hollowing at the tightness, and they keen.

Their moans are sweet and sharp like a strong mixed drink, and he’s intoxicated on the noise. He knows how messy he’s being, spit stains already dripping onto the couch cushions, but it doesn’t matter at all.

He sucks their clit in a brutal rhythm so quick that they come quickly, wetting themself on his chin pushed into their cunt. He relishes in the feeling of them covering his face, of their twitching clit between his sucking lips. And because he doesn’t want to bother, he pulls back, shoving his pants and underwear off just enough to get his hard cock out. Without any prep, he lines up and pushes in as they ride out the last couple waves of their orgasm. They make a wounded noise, a guttural moan.

“Carmy—fucking, shit—“ They’re gasping for air, hands scrambling to hold onto him as he starts pounding into them. They’re so wet from their orgasm, but still so deliciously tight.

“Be good and take it, just fucking take it,” Carmy whispers, leaning in close to them, and they whimper helplessly.

He remembers the anger from work, the frustration coursing through his body like lightning, the rage jetting from his ears like steam. He thinks about it every-time he fucks forward, slamming his hips against theirs, every time he thrusts brutally into their tight, stretching pussy.

“You’re coming, aren’t you? Why aren’t you letting me hear it?” Carmy asks. Their palm’s covering their mouth when they come for the first time on his cock, and he pries it off by grabbing their wrist and pinning it. They don’t try to cover their mouth again, instead just moaning so loud the next apartment over is bound to complain. “Fuck, th-that’s good. That’s better. I love, fuck, hearing you like this, always gotta let me hear you, gonna make me come—“

He makes them come one more time on his cock before he finishes inside them. Or maybe it was just an extension, instead just one really long orgasm—he wasn’t quite able to tell. They cry through it, weeping and moaning into the crook of his neck. They’re ruined, undone by the release of his pent up frustration.

He closes his eyes and listens to them cry out as he comes hard in their pussy. Their come dribbles down his shaft and the curve of his tightened balls. It’s so good it almost hurts, the pleasure acute and overwhelming. It’s like breaking a high fever, filling the gauge on a thermometer until it shatters.

“Carm…” Their voice is scratchy from how loudly they were moaning. They’re both coming down, panting in each other’s arms. Their tired arms connect behind his back under his shoulders. “Don’t pull out yet…”

“Mm, okay,” he murmurs, softening cock warmed by their wet pussy. Besides, there’d be a bigger mess if he pulled out. He wraps his arms around them and kisses their sweaty forehead. “You did so good, baby. Took me so well, just what I needed.”

And it’s true. He doesn’t even remember what made him so mad in the first place.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #the bear #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto smut #my smut #my blurbs #idk if I wanna count this as a fic…. it’s titled but whatever #anyway I’ve been wanting to post this for a while and finally just decided to do it #enjoy!

[fir3ylolol]

stay behind the rope

pairing: Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: why do you think johnny has rope in his house, huh?

tw: oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, afab!reader, gn pronouns, rope play, tied up lol, sub/dom, sub!Johnny, dom!reader, overstimulation, pleading, begging, the idea of 'punishment', multiple orgasms, controlled orgasms, a bit of dacryphilia, porn with absolutely no plot

a/n: hear me out O.O but fr i'm happy to have the problem of too many requests/asks for more. see yall again soon

word count: 1.07 k

Ao3

It’s a beautiful Malibu evening, and you have no time to appreciate it. Straddling Johnny’s lap on his large couch, your hands touch up and down his chest. Your lips dance with his, making out messily. His hands grab at your hips, desperately searching for more. They start scooting lower, very slowly. He tries to quickly slip his hand in your pants, almost like you wouldn’t notice. You notice.

You pull away, pushing against his chest lightly. “Excuse me, Cage?” He looks like a deer caught in headlights, hands freezing in place. You cross your arms, looking at him with intense eyes. He starts to move again, hands scrambling out of your clothes as he pleads. “No, wait, love, I’m sorry, it was an accident. I just got…distracted! It’s hard, you’re so pretty and you’re on top of me and kissing me. Please, I’m sorry.” You turn your head away from him, trying to hide how happy his pleading makes you. But he says the magic words, “Love, I’ll do anything, please. I don’t want to stop.” And you turn back, a wicked smile spreading across your face. And he realizes what he said.

Much faster than he thought you could, he’s in a dining chair, completely naked as he watches you, begging eyes. There you are, standing above him as you finish your masterpiece. He is tied to the chair, ankles firmly in place, arms behind his back, and criss-crossing designs down his chest, squeezing his pecs. Tying the final part, you step back and quirk your head to the side. “Something’s missing…” Your eyes light up. Johnny watches as you shuffle your underwear off, step toward him, and grab his jaw to open it, shoving them in his mouth as a gag. You clap happily, “There we go! You feeling ok, dear?” He is straining against the bindings, but he nods his head flopping around. 

You kneel between his knees, watching his desperately wanting eyes as they follow you. “You’re not allowed to cum, got it? Not until I let you.” He mumbles around the underwear in his mouth, a cry of understanding and need. Smiling menacingly up at him, you quickly sink your mouth down on his weeping cock, gagging slightly since you didn’t have time to adjust. Well, neither did he, as he jumped at the feeling, straining against the restraints. Muffled moans seep out, his head tipped back in pleasure. You don’t hold back, grasping his thighs for stability as you move quickly. You move your head down in twisting movements, one of your hands reaching out to play lightly with his balls. He’s already getting overwhelmed, twisting in the chair against the restraints. His eyes are starting to water, and loud moans coming out from his stuffed mouth. You can see his hands open and close desperately, wet eyes looking down at you pleadingly. But you give him no break, continuing at a quick pace as his head falls forward, chin hitting his chest. You pick your head up, taking a deep breath as you lift his head as well. You reach two fingers into his mouth, removing the makeshift gag. Johnny takes in a deep breath before his pleading comes back out, as desperate and whiny as ever. “Oh, please baby. I know you said I’m not allowed to, but you feel so good, and, and I can’t help it. Please please please.” Silently, you go back down, continuing at the same pace. 

He gasps loudly, no longer muffled, and starts moaning out your name like a prayer. His head thrashes side to side, short, huffy breaths coming out mixed with his whines. You finally pick your head back up again, and Johnny lets out a whine. He is shut up when you finally strip down in front of him, wide eyes full of want. You walk slowly back over, taking a seat and straddling his spread legs. “You wanna fuck me?” You ask, coy and teasing. He nods rapidly, gulping at the thought. Your face drops as you speak again, “Then, you cum when I say, got it?” His nods falter, but he agrees. You smile, readjusting to fully take him in short, stuttering drops. He’s unraveling under you, loud whines at each movement. You finally reach the bottom, his head falling forward to the crook of your neck as he bit down for stability. You stifle a moan, biting your bottom lip lightly. But you start bouncing against him, touching up and down his chest again with light touches. It contrasted your near-violent drops, rolling your hips each time. His eyes are still watering, babbling out praises that get cut off with each whimper.

He can’t stop making noise, whining loudly, “You feel so heavenly baby, fuck, I’m so lucky to be yours. To be at your mercy like this, I’d do it al day if I could.” You squeeze around him, a heady whine in your ear. You can tell he can only last a little longer, so you decide to be nice. Whispering in his ear, you say, “You’ve been so good, love, so good that you can cum. Go ahead, for me.” That does it, the force of it rippling through his body in small shakes.

You remain seated, leaning forward slightly to untie his hands. As soon as they’re free, they reach out and hug around you. You smile into his touch and start bouncing again. Suddenly, his grasp is tight, and his hands trembling. He can’t make sounds at this point, mouth hung open and eyebrows knit in a twisted portrait of ecstasy. You tease him, whispering in his ear again, “I thought you wanted this, to be at my mercy, hm? You want to cum? Then cum?” You keep moving, feeling his grasp moving rapidly up and down your back as his head falls back, eyes wide and seeing stars. Suddenly, he seizes up, latching his arms around you as he lets out a final, high-pitched whine as he cums again, insanely sensitive and heightened. You kiss his cheek and stand back up, earning a gasp from Johnny. You untie him, freeing him from the constraints, seeing the light red marks on his pretty skin, gently kissing against the ones on his chest. He flinches and manages to speak out, “I knew it was a good idea to keep rope in the closet.”

#johnny cage #mortal kombat #johnny cage x reader #x reader #johnny cage smut #mk x reader #afab reader #johnny cage mk1

[kaizoku-gary]

Fighting the darkness

Pairing: Buggy x gender-neutral reader

Genre: hurt-comfort

Word count: 693

Warnings/Tags: sad/depressed reader, emotional pain, lots of crying, cuddling, soft Buggy.

Summary: One morning you wake up and suddenly life is too much to handle. It hurst even trying to get up, but no matter how deep your wounds are, Buggy is always there to help you ease the pain.

A/N: a little hurt-comfort to satisfy your Buggy needs while I finish the second part to "Fair Winds and Following Seas".

Read it on AO3

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Getting out of bed isn't easy when you feel the weight of the world pushing you against the mattress. You want to close your eyes and fall asleep again; maybe a couple more hours will be enough to make you feel better. But you know how it is; sleeping longer never helps when you are exhausted, tired of overthinking, and regretting being born.

The sun shines brightly but the air is cold, matching the way you feel inside. Your is body heavy like lead when you finally try to get up. But you need him, despite the darkness growing inside you, you have to get out of bed and find him. Only he can chase away the monsters.

"Buggy?" you speak softly, entering the pirate's office. He is on his desk, actively sketching what looks like a complex map, the smell of hot coffee filling the room.

"Not now, my treasure. I'm kinda busy here," the pirate replies without taking his eyes away from his work.

"I'm sorry," you say, and for a brief moment, you think of closing the door behind you and going back to bed, but tears are already pooling in your eyes, and the ache in your chest won't let you move.

"Would you please… give me a hug?" you beg with a heavy sigh and a trembling voice, feeling the world crumbling around you, the air crushing you under his invisible hand.

Buggy drops his pen not a second after, and turns around to check on you, the expression on his face changing from mild annoyance to concern when he sees the tears pouring down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, my love?" He asks, hurrying to place his arms around you and pull you to his chest. His heart shatters into smaller pieces with every sob.

No answer comes as you cling to him and weep uncontrollably, trying to drain the darkness growing inside you. Your soul is falling to pieces, and happiness seems like a faraway memory. Even if you could speak, words wouldn't be enough to describe how helpless you are, how tiny and insignificant you feel compared to the thoughts nagging at your mind. And you hate yourself for dragging Buggy into your own hell.

"It's alright, baby. I'm here," the pirate reassures you before kissing the top of your head. Clear tears fall from his eyes, and he holds you tight, trying to snatch you from the bleak grip of sorrow before it drags you deeper.

"Come here," Buggy whispers moments after, taking your hand and guiding you to the couch.

Sitting on his lap, with your arms around his neck and your head on his shoulder you sigh, weakend by the battle inside your mind. Buggy's hands caress your back as he hums a quiet melody and suddenly the ice inside you begins to melt slowly.

"I love you, my treasure. You know that, right?" Buggy says, his voice warm like the spring sun. "I won't let anyone or anything harm you. I promise."

The pirate kisses your shoulder, your neck, your temple. You raise your head to look at him, and he kisses the tears from your eyes. "I love you," He repeats as many times as you need to hear it. Soon, shadows dissipate, and life recovers its bright colors.

"I love you too, Buggy," you finally say before leaving a soft kiss on his cheek. "Sorry to have worried you," you say, wiping off the tears on his face.

"It's ok. I'm here for you… I'll always be," he says, holding you tighter.

"Can we stay like this a little longer?" you ask.

"We can stay like this forever if you need it," he replies before kissing you softly.

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When did you fall asleep in his arms? You don't remember, but when you open your eyes, you're still cuddling with Buggy on the sofa, both covered by a warm blanket. He's still asleep, and you smile lovingly. No matter how often you tell him, he will never realize how important he is to you and how big is your love for him.

"Thank you, Buggs," you whisper before falling asleep again.

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Handyman

Pairing: Husband!Henry x Pregnant!Reader

summary: fans on social media are absolutely in love with Henry and Y/n's relationship, and can’t ignore the fact that the woman is stunningly glowing !Fluff!

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We’re Building our baby’s Crib‼️

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@/tokyodrifter129: Ok but who knew watching a man building a crib could be such a turn on?!

> @/Y/nCavill: Babe I was thinkin the exact same thing 😭 it’s like porn for me now

>> @bulkyhulk: OMG SHE IS SUCH A MOOD I CANT BELIEVE SHE REPLIED TO YOUR COMMENT

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@/lizziedwire: Y/n is so cute with her baby bump🥺 The way her hand is just constantly touching on it and the way she smiles at her tummy just makes me wanna cry my eyes out. She’s so precious

> @/marvelledsire: let’s talk about her pregnancy glow though?? Like don’t get me wrong the woman was already stunning before, but even i’m findin her irresistible to look at

@/livingonntheflatearth: Did anyone notice in the video when Henry was reading the instruction manual to the crib, and his other hand was just rubbing Y/n's stomach mindlessly. I just know he positioned her rocking chair right there for that exact reason. But also I can’t blame her if she just wanted to watch him up close 🤪

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@/Cavillsfangirl00: Their nursery is so cutely decorated, all the pastel stuffies and toys on the shelves; DONT GET ME STARTED ON THE SUPERHERO BABY BOOKS THEY HAVE. I’m volunteering to be reincarnated as their baby

> @/leavemealonepls: Watching Henry in a vest top and shorts trying to build a crib, is something we didn’t know we needed. Thank you Y/n for posting this😭😭

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@/Tacosandcheese: Henry leaning his head up like a kid to ask Y/n for a kiss as a reward gets me all giggly every time. Who knew a man needed a kiss after every hammer hit☠️

> @/clarkentwho: Y/n looks so done with him every time he put his head up for that😭 but did you see how she always ended up smiling into their kiss?! I’m sleeping on the highway tonight for real

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@/369girlswannadrink: My favourite part of this video has to be when Henry accidentally dropped a bit of wood too loud and instantly turned around to Y/n, scared that he had “woken the weep chap”

> @/presidentofyourheart: Mine was when he finished the crib and him and Y/n started placing the mattress in it, you could see them both tearing up when they were hugging that dog stuffed toy they had😩

>> @/Saneiofanhere: How about when Y/n was sat eating baby sausages and every few seconds Henry would open his mouth and she’d try to aim one into it, then at one point she just got grouchy cause she ran out and he went and got her more. Sausage queen

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@/noobmasterer: Y/n is absolutely stunning in her maternity dress, i’m actually in awe, what a goddess

> @/henrycavill: yeah imagine how I feel waking up to her everyday

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@/beyoncesbackupdancer: Yall remember when they just revealed their pregnancy, AND HENRY CHANGED ALL HIS BIOS TO SAY “Future dad” This man is so extra i love it

> @/jellybaby: Can we blame him though? Mans has waited ages for a woman like her and waited even more for his own family. He deserves it sm!!

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@/Iminlove: I nearly cried when the baby kicked Y/n’s stomach in the video and Henry dropped everything to go to her side to soothe the baby, with gentle kisses and cuddles😭😭

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@/princesspopper: No lie I saw them buying the crib in ikea, and Henry was complaining wondering why the baby couldn’t sleep with them☠️☠️ Y/n had to hit him up the head and remind him that he can’t squish the poor thing

> @/princesspopper: THEN Y/n hugged him but she couldn’t cause of her stomach so he went around and hugged her from behind. I’m jealous can you tell

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@/britishenthusiast: Omg the plaster cast of Y/n's bump in the background is so fricking cute, I heard that Henry did it himself at home.

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@/bringitonsatan: I hate how there’s still fans hating on this beautiful family, CANT YOU SEE THEYRE LITERAL PERFECTION

> @/emmalovescake: omg yeah i know right, you can clearly see how much love they have for each other just by their eyes, I can’t imagine what they’re going to be like when their baby is here

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@/cheesytoes: Ok but Y/n ogling Henry while he’s building the crib is a mood, Henry ogling Y/n while she’s sorting out the toys is also a mood. I’m in love with them both

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@/Y/ncavillstan1: I can’t wait for vids of Y/n with their baby and singing them to sleep😭 I need to see it.

> @angelfeeder: I know AND I CAN ALREADY SEE THE BABY IN RUGBY GEAR CUS OF HENRY OMG

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@/Y/nCavill: @/HenryCavill you purposely put the bar of this crib too high, I can’t get out of it

> @/Henrycavill: I told you not to get in it pet, luckily it’s big enough for a feckn bear

>> @/Y/nCavill: Please baby i’m gonna piss myself, I just wanted to check if it was comfortable enough for our baby boo 🥺

>>> @/HenryCavill: Alright babs i’m coming up now

>>>> @/supermanreds: stop it. The cuteness is too much.

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part III

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.4k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

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Part II

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"I'm sorry?"

You clenched your fists tightly in your pockets, suddenly very much aware Steve could be a way more dangerous creature you portrayed him to be. If the fair folk enjoyed drugs, they could also enjoy all other horrible things humanity invented. What if this man was a sex trafficker? What if he was a rapist? To hell with that law prohibiting faes hurting humans. Looking at all those lowlifes surrounding you, you could barely imagine any of them abiding by any laws at all.

Seeing you raising your defense, the man gave you a cheeky grin, jokingly putting his hands up as if showing you he harbored no ill intentions.

"Don't look at me like that. It's a simple deal: I bring you to a person who might be someone you're looking for, and you give me something valuable in return. Say, your earrings. Do you treasure them?"

His question put you off for a second. Earrings? Yes, you were wearing your favorite ones with pearls today, but they weren't precious. They were made from stainless still, and you bought them for a couple of bucks on sale.

"They're not expensive," you answered, eyeing the guy suspiciously. "Why would you want to trade them for your... services?"

He sent you a charming smile, "What matters to me is that you treasure them. They'd make a lovely amulet once I work on them a little. So what, will you trade them? In return, I will bring you to one person who fits the description of someone you look for."

Oh. All of a sudden, it made sense. Not that the fair folk could live without money in the human world, but they did treasure other things just as much. Maybe this elf was telling you the truth. What did he say before, that fae can't lie, right? Perhaps that was simply it.

Carefully unclasping your earrings, you put them on your palm, watching perfectly round pearls shining under the dim light of the cafe. Yes, you really, really liked them, and many people complimented you when you had worn them to work, but you could do without them. Fulfilling your promise was so much more important than anything you owned.

"Alright," you replied, handing him the earrings, and Steve quickly hid them in the pocket of his faux leather coat. "I'm looking for a man who was sent into an exile after losing in a battle. He was a great warrior once, but he took a wrong decision, and many of the fair folk died."

"It doesn't help," Steve informed you casually. "Half of fallen elves were once great warriors who failed in a battle and were exiled. Anything else?"

"Um, eh, he has a younger brother who's looking for him."

"An average elf has many brothers and sisters."

"Ok, then, well, the one I'm looking for had a knack for mechanical devices."

Finally, the elf gave you a nod, "That's something. Anything else?"

You let out a huff, irritated and tired. Your elven friend gave you very little details, explaining he had to keep the secrecy because many other fae would be happy to get their hands on his brother and execute revenge the moment they found out who he was. But what else could you give to Steve?

"Since my friend is a High elf, I think it's fair to suppose his older brother is also one."

"Ah. That's better. I can work with this. In fact, I know a guy who fits this description perfectly, and I can take you to him right now. Are you sure you're ready?" But before he finished speaking, you were already up, rushing to the waitress with a five dollar bill to pay for the cupcake and ready to go.

Of course, despite trying to forget about all about creatures surrounding you, you couldn't possibly stay here any longer, shivers running down your spine from just one glance at a fairy laying right on the ground, sleeping, his rugged clothes smelling so horribly as if he lived on the streets. Well, perhaps he was, you thought as you impatiently waited for Steve to leave, nervously scratching the gentle skin near the nail on your thumb. You wanted nothing but to run away before you vomited from disgust on the floor, and you felt immensely greatful the moment you two stepped on the cement road outside of the café.

"Thanks," you said, biting your lips and watching the elf smirking as he stretched his long limbs, letting out a soft groan.

Now that you could see him fully, you wondered how tall he was as he was towering above you for a good foot, and his long black coat only added to the impression Steve was way over 6 ft. He appeared painfully skinny, even malnourished, and his bleached hair and sharp features made him look like some sort of 90s model who constantly shot heroin between his fashion shows.

If the waitress handed him some suspicious powder, you'd have no doubts Steve was a drug addict, but seeing him still holding that black disk made you calm down a little. If anything, you also had your pepper spray with you and a pack of salt any fae despised.

"Let's get going," Steve said as if you two were leisurely taking a stroll under the moon, and you winced, painfully aware how insane your little journey was.

But you weren't to back down on your promise when you had a chance to meet the guy who could easily be the one you're looking for. If you were lucky enough, it would all end tonight.

The longer you walked in complete silence, eyes on the old road full of cracks in the cement, the more it felt like you were going somewhere you shouldn't. Maybe the sheer presence of this strange, horrifyingly handsome and at the same time revolting guy was unnerving you, but it could as well be everything you saw in the bar: you were still processing the thought of magic creatures becoming living trash under human influence, and the thought made you want to puke. Why did it turn like that? How could fairies and elves from fairytales become this? Why no one cared to do anything about them?

Well, it's not like people cared about all drug addicts and alcoholics and simply unfortunate ones human world was full of. The realization hit your hard.

Before you succumbed to your misery completely, though, the elf spoke again, "His name is Julius. He was the youngest son of one of the high lords, a knight of the Seelie Court. When he lost to an enemy in a battle, his father sent him in exile, and Julius ended up here. Like most of us, he quickly developed a taste for stimulants, so he's very much not the elven prince you might expect."

You didn't expect anything, actually. Not after seeing fairies mixing cocaine with god knows what right in the café and putting suspicious looking pills in their drinks.

"Remind me again, why are you doing this?" Steve snorted, gazing at you from above.

"For my mother," you replied grimly, looking at several abandoned buildings where a machinery fabric had been once. "My friend agreed to treat her if I helped him find his brother."

"Makes sense," the elf let out a chuckle as if there was something funny about all this, but kept quiet then, and you were grateful to him for it because you couldn't pretend you were in a state for an idle chat.

The night was chilly. Wrapping your scarf tighter around your neck, you wished you could come here during the day when the world would seem a bit friendlier than now, but the elf you met on the street assured you it was better to go at night. Besides, you still had your own life, and no one could replace you at work while you chased after the fair folk. You just hoped it would end well for you. Yes, you were ready to sacrifice yourself if it meant you could save your mother, but you very much preferred not to if you had a choice. You wanted to come back to your boring human life, to the routine you grew used to, and to simple pleasures you could afford instead of going on this wild adventure.

"We're almost here," Steve pointed to the rusted metal door that most likely led to the basement, and you rubbed your cold hands together, mentally preparing yourself. "Don't expect a pretty view."

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Yeah, as if you were waiting for something exactly like that.

Part IV

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Was This Vacation a Mistake?~Crazy Rich Asians (Astrid x black! fem! reader) ~Part 3

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 

Summary: After a traumatic night, you decide to stay with Astrid a few nights before you depart back to America. The situation left you angry and terrified, but Astrid proved to be an amazing hostess and a shoulder to cry on.

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Warnings: Talk of racism and microaggressions. 

Author’s Note: Here’s part 3 guys! As always tell me how this is going so far and what you like about it. Idk if this is good or not but I really want to finish this series soon. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy.

The cup of tea Astrid offered grew cold in my hands as I sat on her fine couch in the living room, my head against Rachel’s shoulder. Astrid strolled back into the room, returning from putting her son Cassain back to bed. 

“Do you need anything else, Y/N?” Astrid said as she circled the couch and leaned against its back. “Blanket or something, you and Rachel look like you’re about done for the night.”

She wasn’t wrong, my eyes were heavy and Rachel was quiet for a while. Her phone dinged, awakening her from her semi sleepy state.

“Mmh, N-Nick! He’s outside!” she said, eyes and fingers sweeping her phone simultaneously. 

I sat up to the best of my abilities and try not to blink too much with grogginess and stress already pulsing around my temple. Grading papers should have been the move from the beginning; I wasn’t welcome here from the start, people like me weren’t welcome from the start.

“Y/N,” Nick’s caring voice broke me from my thoughts thankfully. He stood in the center of Astrid’s living room with Rachel at his arm, his eyes sparkling  in concern. “First of all, I’m so sorry this happened. Come here.”

Nick pulled me into his arms, nearly making me weep from the contact. His tall frame was soothing, yet I felt terrible because of all that’s happened; this happened because of me. If I stayed home, they wedding would have gone on, Rachel probably wouldn’t have to worry as much as she has to. I wouldn’t be the center in all this, so much pity. It isn’t pity, I should know that, it’s racism. Full blown racism in my face and I can’t fathom it for some reason. I don’t know why. Frustration pooled at me, tears and heat pricked my skin and eyelids.

“Y/N? Are you all right?” Nick asked. He pulled back to pat my elbows. 

Rachel sunk to my side, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. “Y/N?”

“I-I’m OK. I-I’m fine, I-I just need a night to, I don’t know, forget all of this,” you said as you leaned into Rachel. “I want to go home though, I’m sorry, guys.”

Nick shook his head. “No, no. In fact, I booked you a ticket home the day after tomorrow. First class of course, my friends stay in style. It’s the least I can do for how uncouth and down right disgusting my family and our associates were. I can even book you the best hotel around here.”

The thought was nice, a little too nice but I had to declined. 

“Sorry, Nick, I don’t think that’d be a great idea. Don’t want to seem out of place again.”

“Would a coastal house work? A short heli ride would get you there in--”

“Nick, I don’t think that’ll help,” Rachel said, cutting him off. “Traveling somewhere that isn’t home won’t help, yeah? Y/N?”

I nodded. Nick’s amazing, I love him but throwing money at everything isn’t going to bring me the comfort he thinks it will. It is endearing though. 

“She can stay here for tonight, tomorrow as well,” Astrid said, speaking up from her position behind the couch, hand smoothing out the plushness of it. “Anything she needs, I’ll be willing to provide, no issue.”

My heart skipped a beat at the offer; Rachel’s trying not to grin from ear to ear, brought me closer by the shoulder to look at me with those brown eyes. They’re still glossy, all authentic for me I know but know she’s using them to her advantage I swear. 

“Astrid sounds like great company, yeah?” she said. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “She’ll look out for you, I promise.”

Nick embraced Astrid prior to turning back to Rachel and I. “Thank you, you don’t know how much this means to me.”

Astrid smiled, it reached her beauty mark, highlighting her face perfectly. How was I going to survive a night in her home? Two nights even. Rachel beamed back as if she heard my mental question, squeezing my shoulders.

“You got this, call us when you feel a little better. OK?”  

I nodded. Rachel and Nick gave me quick hugs, doing the same with Astrid before they left, leaving me alone with her. Alone with Astrid Leong. Alone with my thoughts. Alone with all that’s happened.

“Y/N?” Astrid called.   

Her voice soft, as it was before yet lower, tender. I didn’t want to look at her, didn’t want her pity. I just want to go home already. 

“Y/N?” she called again. I glanced at her, she’s close now, right in front of me; the pity I harped on wasn’t there in her eyes though, hurt and worry, similar to how she seemed at Nick’s grandmother’s house.  

“C-Can I hug you?” she asked, opening her arms a bit. Her mouth twitched in a tiny smile while she hesitated with her movements. “Hugs always put me at ease, I-I want to put you at ease.”

The word ease broke me, almost. Tears pricked at my eyes, Astrid found them as she inched closer. She didn’t hug me though, still gauging my reaction. I nodded and met her in a warm embrace; it eased me as she said: her arms wound around me perfectly, fit me well and the tears slipped. A sob broke through too. Why the fuck am I crying? I was supposed to forget about all of that shit. 

“It’s all right, darling. Let it out, it’s OK,” Astrid whispered. She pulled back to wipe my tears. She nodded to her couch. “Want to sit?”

I nodded, pursed my lips to keep from tasting the salty tears. 

Astrid led me by the hand toward the couch, left some space between us when we got there, still holding onto me. Her touch proved pleasant, more so than it has been before--I was at ease. Her hand wrapped around my own wasn’t a huge deal either. I’m not even sure how long I can last but its working so far.  

“T-Thank you, i-it means a lot, letting me stay here,” I managed to say. Astrid’s thumb rubbed my knuckles a little prior to her pulling it away. 

“It’s nothing you have to thank me for,” she said. “Do you want to talk about it at all?”

This is a safe space I realize, however I’m not completely sure about opening up about these racially charged encounters. Sure, she’s non-white but like Rachel, sometimes it’s difficult bringing these matters up and talking through them. Sometimes I just need to deal with it on my own, then again, I do need to talk it out--somewhat. 

“I-I just expected to tag along with Rachel and for this to be a normal vacation,” I started. “But I got centered, I-I should have known. Anti-blackness is global. I should have thought about it more, researched. I’m a professor for God’s sake, I always tell my students this. Maybe this vacation was a mistake, maybe I should have just stayed home.”

Astrid’s hands flocked to mine again, her eyes glossy once more. “No matter how much research or preparedness you set yourself up for, no one deserves to be harassed or see something like that.”

I nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t think it’s the same. We both experience some fucked shit, I’m sure, you went to schools in England right? Most of those posh white folks, right?”

Astrid giggled at the description. “They were the living embodiment of posh. And you’re right. My experience is not the same but I can tell you about them. Take some of the weight off from today. Will that help?” 

“Yeah,” I said. 

Maybe I said it too quickly. It was her touches and how intense she looked to me: attentiveness deep in her brown eyes, paying all the mind to me, I had to glance to the spotless carpet below. 

“As you know, or maybe you don’t, I’m not sure how much Nick has shared about me, I attended Harvard during university,” Astrid explained. She ceased holding my hands, calming my heart for a bit. “At this time, I was eighteen, away from home with enough money to make my posh peers turn their heads. Unfortunately, my money wasn’t the only thing they noticed.”

Astrid grimaced and I didn’t want her to delve back into anything like that. It’s different yes, but it can still hurt people. Rachel’s told me plenty.

“Astrid, you don’t have to tell me, if it’s too much,” I said. My hand moved on instinct, holding her hand myself. “I-I get it.”

“Darling, it’s fine,” she said. “It’s not the most pleasant story to look back on but it happened. First semester, I was the only Asian girl in my class. There was an Asian boy, but he flocked with the white boys and a grade above me so there wasn’t too much we’d mutually have in common besides our ethnicity. I was Astrid the princess, according to Nick and I wished my white peers saw me as just some spoiled girl. Instead I was Astrid the girl who could grant you a happy ending; Astrid the girl who had to sit up front because her eyes were too slanted. There was worse things but, Y/N, you shouldn’t have to limit yourself because of what history has done. What these systems and institutions have done. Don’t let that stop you.”

She’s right. Astrid’s  absolutely right. The dam broke again at this obvious realization and I’m crying again, trembling and all. 

Astrid just pulled me toward her, embracing me yet again. I feel so stupid.

“I’m sorry,” I sobbed against her shoulder. “I-I don’t mean to do this. I hate feeling like this.” 

“Don’t apologize, it’s OK.”

We stayed like that for a while: Astrid wrapping her arms around my back, my head against her chest, heartbeat nearly lulling me to sleep. Tiny footsteps neared however, along with a few creaks of the floor and staircase. 

“Mommy?” 

Astrid tore herself away to face the child standing in a purple satin sleep shirt and matching pants. His hair askew, face clearly scrunched up from sleep. Cassian. Astrid’s son. I pulled myself further from Astrid, wishing I could sink into the couch altogether. 

“And what are you doing up, sweetie?” Astrid said, grin plastered on her face, not feeling awkward about her son seeing his mother hug a woman he doesn’t know. “You should be in bed.”

Cassian rubbed his eyes with the back of a fist, attention on me while Astrid lifted him up to her lap, showing the boy off to me. 

“Who’s that?” he asked. 

Astrid’s eyes shined, love filling them to the brim as she stared at her son, then to me. I still wanted to disappear; Astrid’s got my heart flipping again and skin set to a scorch. Maybe Rachel had a point, definitely not telling her about all the details of tonight.  

“This is Y/N, Nick and mommy’s friend and our guest for a few nights,” she cooed, kissing Cassian on the forehead. “How about we go settle in bed and give her some space, hmm?”

I waved at the boy awkwardly. He seemed delicate in Astrid’s arms, fluttering his eyes, squishing and yawning as she stood engulfing the boy in tender love. 

“C-Can you read me a story too?” Cassain whined. 

“Of course we can, my love,” Astrid said. She was halfway up the stairs; I couldn’t stop looking at her. She turned back toward me, voice dropping a bit.“I’ll bring you some blankets to get comfortable, darling.”

Astrid’s gone before I can react, off to her motherly duties like the day we met. I’ve talked with her, seen her heart, been catered by her heart and I’m still skeptical about the entire thing. A mother, divorcee and a rich person. Rich rich. Loaded and her actions, her demeanor already triggers me, in a great yet intense way. Is she just being nice? Or is Rachel right? Should I talk to Nick about this? Should I not take this venture? Leave it alone before something drastic occurs again, her family is still old money, old traditions, old systems. Maybe I shouldn’t be looking at a potential straight woman like this? 

The thoughts continued to linger while I sunk deeper into the couch. 

Astrid returned after a while, a set of fancy comforters and covers hulking her arms. “I wish I would have prepared the guest room better but the couch is just as comfortable. Make yourself at home, stretch as much as you’d like, all right?” 

I nodded, laid across the couch and reached up for the covers. Astrid pouted and shook her head. 

“No, no. Let me, I am your hostess after all,” she said as she fluffed up the covers. “I need everyone under my roof safe, sound and more importantly, tucked in.”

My face and heart raced among-est each other each time Astrid placed a layer on me, tucked a cover against my arm and back, patted in place. She’s so close, there’s no way she’s just being nice. 

“Y/N? Are you all right? This didn’t make you uncomfortable, did it?”

I shook my head fervently. “No, this is so much more than I can ask for Thank you.” 

Astrid’s eyes softened. “Not a problem, darling. I hope your dreams are sweet and more pleasant than today.” 

Those words tingled me to my bones, warmed me more than the massive quilt bulking me and allowed sleep to overtake me. 

#gemma chan #gemma chan x reader #astrid leong #astrid leong x black reader #astrid leong x reader #black reader #black fem reader #black female reader #crazy rich asians #crazy rich asians fanfic #crazy rich asians fanfiction #fanfic #wlw #wlw fic #wlw fanfiction

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Just for the Weekend 8/10

Summary: You and Jason go to a wedding.

Pairs: Reader x Jason Todd

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Fluff, swearing.

Part 7

Jason and yourself take your seats to the left of the makeshift altar. Your eyes sweep over the large garden adorned in even more flowers, twinkling lights and golden ribbons than you knew possible. The afternoon sun streams through the palm trees that Jamie and Sunny have chosen for their backdrop and as the western wind blows through you can almost feel the magic in the air. Weddings are always like this, you think, full of magic and love.

Jason's arm rests naturally around the back of your chair. Your brain is still going over the last few minutes, the kiss, the casual way he held your hand as you walked down to the garden. It's a lot to process, but you don’t want to ruin it by talking about it or over thinking. So instead you clasp your hands together and wish that the weekend would never end.

The chatter of the other guests quiets down as the celebrant announces that the bride will be arriving soon. Jamie spots you in the crowd, looking so happy in the dress they’ve chosen, the dark, deep forest green almost black against the sun, the crisp white shoes peeking from underneath. You give them a big thumbs up, noticing the tears already forming in their eyes as the pianist starts to play a slower version of "this is what dreams are made of".

The bridesmaids all look lovely in their soft lilac gowns of all different styles, the large sunflower bouquets with colourful wildflowers woven through, they look like a trail of beautiful fairies. The pianist rounds the chorus and you start to weep at the sight of Sunny. Her golden dress glitters with every step she takes, a large pointed tiara on her head, her hair held in soft waves behind her, she looks every bit the fairy queen of the procession. Peering back at Jamie you see they're full on crying at how etheral Sunny is.

"Here," Jason says, pulling out his pocket square and handing it to you, "don't want to ruin the makeup."

You give him a small smile, dabbing under your eyes and taking his hand in your free one, giving him a little squeeze, "Thanks for coming," you whisper.

Leaning over to press a kiss into your hair he whispers, "best decision of my life."

The ceremony is short, Jamie and Sunny exchange vows and suddenly they're walking down the aisle and inviting everyone to cocktail hour while they have their pictures taken.

"I'm just going to go touch up my face," you excuse yourself, "will you be ok by yourself?" finding yourself in need of a minute to compose yourself. You have so many questions for him, for yourself. At the very least you need to wipe the dopey ass smile from your face. You can’t seem to shake it, can’t stop hearing those words he whispered in your ear.

"Yeah, I'll go find Margie. She was great. Wait," he says as you start to walk off. "I forgot," he kisses you, a short simple peck on the lips but it makes your tummy do somersaults.

Jason spots Margie almost immediately, her bright pink suit giving her away almost as much as her height. She's at a table alone, drinking what looks to be sangria, "bit sad to drink alone at a wedding don't you think?" He asks, taking the seat opposite her.

"On the contrary, keeps me out of trouble." She smirks, downing the whole glass and pouring herself and Jason another. "Drink with me then, tell me about how you managed to sweep my little dear off her feet."

"I was actually wondering if I could ask you something," he takes a drink and relishes the sweetness.

"Want more stories about her rambunctious youth?"

"I would like to know what he, Jonathan, said to her last night,"

"Want to go hit him yourself?"

"Something like that,"

"No need for that, she defended you well."

"What?"

"She didn't tell you? Oh, he was saying terrible things, but our little spitfire wasn't having it."

"Wait what?" He can't seem to wrap his head around it. You hit…you hit the guy because of him?

"Poor dear, she lets him say the worst things about her, but the second he started on you," She pauses, "well you saw what happened."

"I thought she- that he-"

"She really loves you, ya know, I can see it in the way she looks at you."

"I- "

"You're very lucky, she's a special kind of woman."

"That I do know," he agrees, finally hearing something that doesn't sound insane. Why would you do that?

"Now be a good lad and go get me more sangria."

"Yes ma'am."

Jason's mind spins as he goes over what he just heard. So you did it to defend him and not yourself. He can barely believe that anyone would care, but then she said… was it true? Did you love him? Until yesterday you could barely stand to be in the room with him.

Then there was the kiss, that kiss on the balcony that made his stomach spin and his knees go weak. And the little kiss before, he can barely believe this is happening. He's not going to screw this up. He can't. Shit, after a few kisses he doesn't think he can go a day without feeling your lips on his ever again.

"Hello there handsome," you say, grabbing the glasses from the bar, "Margie already got you doing her evil bidding I see,"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He answers, looking at you kind of weird, in a good way. Like he's got stars on his eyes.

"Sangria, always was her drink of choice."

Xxx

"Can you see my name?" You say as you peer at the seating chart.

"Yeah, right here. It says second prettiest woman at the wedding,"

"Second?"

"Well, the bride obviously has to be first," he jokes.

"Thin ice, Todd. You're on thin ice," you playfully glare at him. His hand falls to your lower back as you walk to your table. You try not to think about how right this feels, how perfect he feels beside you. Instead zoning in on the small table which is obviously designated as the old school friends table. You thank Batman that Jonathan was sent home, you do not want to deal with him.

"Can I ask a favour?" Claire says as she sits down next to you, "just while Lizzie is fixing her hair?"

"Depends on the favour," you can see Jason from the corner of your eye peering around you. Is he worried that maybe this will be round two? Sure, you were a bit envious, or a lot. But you had never felt the urge to hit her. The issues you have with Claire have nothing to do with her and everything to do with you and your own expectations.

"Could you sign this for me?" She pulls out from her purse a copy of your first book, "I've been meaning to ask for ages. But we just never seem to bump into each other."

"I didn't know you read my book,"

"I tried, but romance really isn't for me. Lizzie though, she loves them and it would really mean alot-"

"Give it here, have you got a pen?"

"Yeah," she hands you a golden marker from her purse, "I know it's not a great time to ask, but I really appreciate it. She’s going to be thrilled."

"It's really no trouble, " you smile signing the interior cover, "Dear Liz, I hope Claire brings you as much joy as Red brought me,"

"Thank you, she's really going to love this," she grins like a kid in a candy store. "It really means a lot,"

"You're welcome," you beam back. Never in a million years would you have imagined that Liz of all people would be a fan. She's never said anything, though you suppose with avoiding them at all costs you probably didn't deserve to know. A nudge on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, "yes?" You turn to Jason who's just looking at you with confusion and wonder, "why are you looking at me like that?”

"Red? I thought your first book was about Finnley and Felix? "

"How do you know that?" You narrow your eyes at him.

"I told you, I dabbled. I may have read one or two of your books, "

"One or two? But you know the names of the two love interests by heart?"

"Maybe, I read them more than once,"

"You did not,"

"Enough about me," Jason attempts to change the subject. You did not need to know that he had read all your works, except one apparently, "Who's this Red? And how is there a book before The Prince Problem?"

"Oh, that's the official first. But The Red Viper is my first unofficial book. I published it myself in college under a pseudonym. I just wanted to see how it would go. It sold pretty well, I just didn't think any of my friends aside from Jamie had read it."

"Then how did she know it was you?"

"Easy, I released free coupons for copies in my newsletter a few years ago, Liz must be on my mailing list.”

“Free?”

“Yeah, I do that sometimes. There’s no point charging for something like that."

"A huh, and has Dick read this book?"

"Jason, are you telling me you think Dick can read?"

"Good point,"

The night drifts on, speeches are told, cakes cut and dinner eaten. All the while Jason sits close, both of you touching, your knees, your hands, your shoulders, always touching. It's easy and it doesn't even feel fake anymore. Not that it ever really did to you.

The band picks up after the newlyweds first dance and the lead singer invites everyone to the dance floor. You feel reluctant, but with how pleasant the conversation has been between Claire, Liz, Jason and yourself, your mood has gone from nervous to joyful.

The band starts to play your favourite song and you find yourself tugging Jason onto the dance floor behind you.

He's certainly not his brother when it comes to dancing, but he manages to keep up with you. His hand never leaving your waist as you move to the music together. “What kind of move do you call that?” you ask when he starts twirling his arms around.

“Whirlybird?’ he laughs back, grabbing your arms and spinning them above your head, “Might not look cool, but it’s fun,”

His hands slide down your arms, taking your wrists and wrapping them around his neck as you stay to sway together.

“You know you’re a lot more fun,” you start when he spins you under his arm, “when you don’t spend your days glaring at me,”

“And you’re more fun when you don’t run away from every room I enter,”

“I never did that,” he stares down at you, “ok, maybe once or twice,” he raises his eyebrows, “Or a few times,” you press your hand on his chest, “in my defense, you did stare at me like I was robbing you.”

“You were,”

“I was not trying to steal your brother,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh love,” he brushes his nose against yours, “You were stealing something much more valuable than my big brother,”

“Oh yeah like what?” you tease, “Your bike?”

“Sweetheart,” he leans down, “You wouldn’t be fast enough to take her,” his breath in your ear, “And you still don’t know how to ride,”

“Fair. Maybe I can get Dick to teach me when I get home?” the choking noise that comes from Jason's throat makes you snort, “What? He’s been asking for ages,” you wink coyly, drawing yourself from his hands and giggling when he turns you back in.

“Let me teach you,” his hand slides up from your back, his fingers brushing up the back of your neck,

“You going to glare at me while you do it?”

“Only if you run away,”

“Will you chase me?”

“Would you like me to chase you?” his fingers push into the soft skin of your neck tilting your head up.

“Maybe,” you reach up onto your tiptoes, grinning from ear to ear, your lips touching his. His hand grows firmer on your neck, deepening your kiss, you wrap your arms tight around his back.

“That a shiver there love?” he laughs into your kiss, his other arm wraps around your waist, “Do it again,” he hoists you up, your feet dangling above the floor as he kisses you again.

The night gets later and despite how drunk everyone around you seems to be getting, you and Jason are too busy enjoying yourselves on the dance floor to have the time. "Last song," the singer announces, "how about something a bit slower?"

The band starts out slow and you hear the man's voice lower as he starts to sing Adele's make you feel my love.

Jason pulls you close, his hand holding tight on your waist, bringing yours up to his shoulder, "wanna see what Alfie taught me?" He winks and you give him a small nod, "follow my lead,"

He steps back, gliding you along the dance floor, his eyes never leaving yours and a bright smile on his lips. The hot and horny feelings leave you as you feel something deeper and stronger pulling at your chest. Like a string being tugged from your heart and wrapping around where your hands meet, connecting you both together. The world melts away as you get lost in his eyes and the feel of his strong hand on your back.

“Spin,” he says, stretching your arm out as the song reaches it crescendo and you spin out, your dress fanning out around you and when your back in his arms he drops you into a deep dip, his large hand on your thigh, his full form leaning over to meet your lips, his tongue dives into your mouth and you think you might just feel whole for the first time in your life.

Part 8:

AN: Last update for a bit. I'm off to Sydney to hang out with my fam.

Taglist:

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[picklebunbun]

can you write needle trying to comfort reader (fem) about being lonely and she gives love advise

—— ミ✩ needle x fem! reader

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either way

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• fem reader, she/her pronouns, feminine terms

• genre: angst and fluff

• mentions romance, but you can read it as platonic

summary: needle finds [name] crying and comforts her, [name] needs love advice

[angel’s note 👼🪽: ok so I’ll try to get through this quickly, my friend @lunnarsky requested this and did that at gun point so in order for me to not die I'm doing this story, she recommended the song btw, also didn't know if this should be human au but y'know think whatever you want]

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italics=thinking bold=yelling

3rd person POV:

It was a nice day out, it was also the "once in a while" breaktime in the competition. Needle was walking around the foresty-plains that, at least for now, was her home. Honestly, she was getting bored just walking around, she'll just talk to pin or coiny for the meantime I guess, Needle was about to turn around before she heard crying, the person seemed to try and shut themselves up so no one would hear, but Needle ended up hearing it anyways. She inched her way towards the source of the noise, careful not to make a sound.

Once she got close enough, she could see the apparition of the weeping competitor. It was [name], Needle gasped, gaining [name's] attention

"n-needle..?"

"[name]?! Why are you crying..?"

[name] wiped away her tears, she calmed her sobbing to just a few sniffles, leaving her voice nasally and quiet

"it's... it's nothing.. I'm fine.."

"don't try to hide it, I already know you were crying, but why?"

"it-it's stupid, you'll think so anyways"

Needle kneeled down next to [name's] body, she wasn't sure what to really do with her hands, but ultimately, she chose rubbing [name's] back. She wasn't used to comforting people, she knew who she hated, which was quite a lot of people, and barely comforted anyone. In Needle's life, she mostly stuck by people who consoled anyone, like leafy, the person either did it for personal gain for their reputation or they were genuinely kind. Although, [name] was someone that Needle liked.

"aw, c'mon, don't be like that! Even if it is then that doesn't mean I'll leave you here crying"

"uhm.. err...fine, it's just.. someone I like never pays attention to me.. and I've just been alone for a bit, it's just hard not having anyone and you're just left here soaking in your own sadness.."

It was a bit hard to believe someone like [name] couldn't find someone, she was actually pretty cool and seemed to get along with most of the folk here. What [name] said actually struck a chord with Needle, it felt almost identical to what Needle felt, and the fact that [name] thinks so lowly of herself made Needle feel bad for her, and kind of angry that she could say that to herself. This wasn't about her though, it was about the poor girl infront of her, comforting her, making her feel safe, and maybe give her something to drink after this because she was genuinely worried.

"emm.. well.. who's this 'lucky someone' you like?"

[name] giggled ever so softly

"I can't tell you that.. it's so embarrassing.. I haven't told anyone that I have a crush yet, they might make a big deal out of it"

"hmm..? So why'd you tell me?"

"I don't know.. Maybe it's cause you feel safe to be around, you're not that loud so maybe I'm drawn to you more.."

Well, [name] sure knew how to make someone blush. It wasn't like Needle had a crush on her or was in love [well, that's mostly up to you], but hearing compliments about her spew out of her mouth, Needle couldn't help but turn red. She cleared her throat while trying to keep her composure as calm as possible, but on the inside she was screaming. She hasn't gotten such a flattering remark like that before, but she'd be lying if that didn't just boost up her confidence like a firework.

"ah..well, th-thanks.. err.... what about you though? Anyone would be lucky to be with you!"

"I'm.. not so sure.."

Needle bit her bottom lip, not really sure what to do. She wanted to be honest but really wasn't sure if [name] wanted advice in the first place, she basically waltzed to her and found her like this anyways. Though, Needle needed to connect with [name] and that meant that Needle needed to be sincere with her.

"mm... [name]? Can I be honest with you?

Something dropped in [name's] stomach, she thought something dreadful was going to come out of Needle's mouth, but she couldn't simply say no, it would be too awkward. Her mind was interrupted when a hand was removed from her back and her friend's body got more closer. As Needle spoke, [name] listen to every piece of her speech, it wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be.

“[name], you’re actually a sweet girl, I’m not sure you should be stressing out over this. Even if you end up with no one, you still have friends to support you, you’re not completely alone. You still have me too..! This person will like you! I’m sure of it!”

[Name] looked at her dead in the eyes, she was about to cry again, not because Needle somehow made her upset but because it’s nice to be reminded that you’re important. Needle got nervous, did I say something wrong?, she felt terrible, Needle thought that she was doing a good job! Thoughts started pooling in her mind, she thought she was going to pee from panic and freight, until she felt a hug embrace her.

“thank you, Needle, t-that means a lot.. thank you..”

Needle stayed motionless for a moment before ultimately wrapping her arms around [name]

“you’re welcome, [name]”

#needle bfb #needle tpot #needle x reader #tpot #battle for bfb #bfb #idk leave me alone #idk how to tag this #i suck at tags #female reader

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Out Of Time ↠ Yandere!Preston x Reader

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Isolation, and General Yandere Theme's ➼ Summary » Preston takes notice of your vulnerability after you leave the vault and does everything he can to keep you safe and protected.

Out of time, out of time. You kept repeating to yourself once you left the vault. Out of time to live, out of time to want, and out of time to spend with the people you loved. Your tears still left stains down your face as you wandered back to Sanctuary, your blurry vision focused on the mess of a house before you. Your eyes still hung heavy from the countless nights you had laid awake as you followed the path down to Concord. You would've just let the raiders slaughter you if it weren't for the voice that shouted at you from atop the balcony, and part of you wished you just ignored the man and gone through with your initial plan, but there must've been something still left within you as you rushed passed the museum doors.

Preston picked up on your vulnerability the second you marched into the upper room the Quincy group was staying in. He noticed how easy it would be to mold you—to damage you further. Every cut and flaw that clung to your conscious was out on full display to him, and he wanted to salvage it, to help you out as he did do many times before. He’d defend you from the outside dangers of the Commonwealth, and he’d be there when you had no one else left.

Life in Sanctuary went by slowly and was painfully boring as Preston always seemed to be there to do everything for you. It was nice in the beginning—you were still in mourning and hadn't any motivation to do much of anything—but you were doing better now and wanted to do anything other than sit in your old house and weep. It was time for you to move on. Preston wouldn't allow it, however, and every time you tried to leave he'd push you right back in and make you lay down. You'd complain and argue with him, but he was firm in everything he said and every time you found yourself following his orders.

"May I speak with you, (Y/N)?"

"Sure, Codsworth, come on in." You stepped back from the doorway to make room for him to follow, "Is everything alright?"

"I should say not," He responded, "Mister Preston is being quite a bother, locking you in here like this. It's just not right, (Y/N). If I could, I would've called the authorities already, it's just all gotten out of hand."

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean?! You haven't left your house since you got back from Concord! This is no way to live!"

"I'm trying to help out around the place, Codsworth, I swear, he just—he just won't let me leave."

"Then I'll put an end to it promptly. Don't you worry, (Y/N)! I can be quite steady in an argument!"

That was the last time Codsworth came to visit, and the first time Preston suggested keeping your blinds closed. You were now completely isolated.

The sudden knock on your door startled you, but you still went to answer it.

"Good morning, (Y/N)! Are you feeling better today?" Preston greeted from the doorway.

"I've been feeling better for a while." You said. "How's Sanctuary looking? And the others? Are they fitting in nicely?" You tried peeking around the man to see what the progress was but he only stepped to block your line of sight.

"Don't worry yourself with all that! May I come in?"

"When can I leave?" You questioned, moving to give him room to come in. "I still have a son to find."

"Don't worry, it'll all be taken care of, I promise. Just stay locked in here and I'll handle everything else, ok?"

And just like that, you were out of time to exist. Preston was there to make all your decisions for you. You wouldn’t have to worry anymore as he was there to take care of everything. He even ended up moving in with you to ensure you were doing all that he asked.

It wasn't at all what you had hoped for, Preston was way too doting and you were starting to hate the sight of your home's old walls. Maybe one day he'd let you go, but as he petted your head and locked the door behind him, you doubted he'd ever set you free.

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #preston garvey #fo4 preston #preston fo4 #yandere preston garvey #yandere preston #preston x sole #preston x sole survivor #preston garvey x sole #preston garvey x sole survivor #yandere fallout 4 #yandere one shot #tw: yandere

[jerzwriter]

Dance it Better

Book:                   Open Heart (Post Series Timeline)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff/Romance

Warnings: Very mild suggestive flirting

Summary:   An over-tired Casey storms into Tobias's office quite cross, but she leaves with a bright new perspective.

Words: 1150

A/N: I picked up the 30-Day challenge because I needed a creative boost. A little backstory, I picture this taking place when Casey was pregnant but didn't know it yet. It explains her exhaustion and mood swings.

A/N 2: This is for Day 11 of @creativepromptsforwriting 's 30-Day Writing Challenge: Write about two characters dancing together / Also participating in @choicesflashfics (Prompt in bold.) / And @choicesjanuarychallenge - Day 12, both Angry & Happy

Tobias & Casey Masterlist 30-Day Challenge Masterlist Full Masterlist

“Excuse me!” she huffed as she pushed through the hall. Not a trace of her signature bright smile in sight. “I said excuse me!” She barked as an unsuspecting intern cowered to the side.

“What is going on there?” Nurse Sarah muttered as Casey slammed Tobias’s office door behind her.

“Got me,” Maureen shrugged, “but I’m glad I’m not Dr. Carrick right now.”

Tobias looked up from his desk and removed his glasses, a half-smile on his lips. He was always delighted to see his beautiful girlfriend, but….

“Yes?” he asked cautiously, hoping for a positive response.

“Why the hell did you do it!?” She scowled.

Tobias’s shoulders fell with a sigh. “Do what, exactly? My job?”

“Is your job screwing me over?” she asked, his cocky little smirk only adding fuel to her already burning fire.

“Well… that depends. Are we talking at work or at home?”

Her eyes narrowed; he wasn’t flirting his way out of this.

“You took me off the Porter case! I’ve been on it since day one!”

“I know, and you’ve done a wonderful job. It’s just….”

“Then why the hell did you take me off? It’s bad enough you wouldn’t back me this morning, but to give the case to Harper! Really?”

“Casey,” he glowered. “I made a decision based on medical need. You know as well as I do home stays home, and work stays here. I’m not about to side with you just because we share a bed.”

“Nor would I expect you to! But my treatment plan was valid! It’s been tested and is far less invasive than surgery! But neither of you would even give it a chance!”

“Because his disease is progressing too rapidly. Every case study you supplied was with patients the exhibited a much slower rate of metastasis. Waiting means losing precious time….”

“You still think my opinion doesn’t matter just because I’m the junior doctor on the team! I don’t have the experience you, Harper, or Ethan have… but I’m here for a reason! I’ve seen immunotherapy work in cases that are even more progressed than Mr. Porters, and I….”

“Wait!” Tobias interrupted, his face turning red. “Are you suggesting that I don’t value you as a doctor?! You better have some sound proof of that because it’s absolutely untrue!”  

“Then what is it?” She demanded. “Ethan’s on vacation for a week, and you’re in charge, so you need to make a statement! You know he would have sided with me!”

“I know no such thing! And, yes! I’m in charge while Ethan is gone, and I made the call based on the facts presented. Not to mention, Mr. Porter was in favor of Harper’s plan!”

“He… he was?”

“Yes! So before you hurl accusations at me, next time….” though he was on a roll, his words stopped quickly as Casey’s face fell. 

Her lower lip trembled. Embarrassed, her face fell into her hands which did a poor job of muffling her sobs. Tobias’s head tilted in confusion.

“Uh… Case? You OK?”

“I’m sorry,” she blubbered. “I should have talked to Mr. Porter first. I just…”

“You weren’t required to… I was. I told you I’d speak to him during the meeting, and I wasn’t….”

Casey’s weeping intensified, and she plopped into the chair behind her.   

“Hey, hey, hey….” Tobias implored, crouching on a knee beside her. “What’s going on? Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” she said, wiping away her tears. “I shouldn’t have overreacted… I know you wouldn’t be unfair to me… I’m…. I’m sorry.”

“It’s OK,” he said, rubbing reassuring circles on her back, “But you’re all over the place today. When’s the last time you slept?”

“Sleep,” she laughed deliriously. “What’s sleep. I have two more hours on my double and….”

“If you need to catch a break in an on-call room or take a nap here….”

“No,” she insisted. “It's just two hours, then I’m going home to sleep for twenty-four hours straight. What I need is a diversion to clear my mind so I can finish my shift without biting someone's head off again.”

“Well, then you’re with the right guy,” he grinned.

Casey shot him a look. “Tobias, as much as I love accessorizing your desk, I’m too tired right now.”

“Is that really all you think I’m able to do?” he scolded. Pulling his phone from his pocket, he found a song and tossed his phone on a side table.

“Dr. MacTavish,” he grinned. “I’ve been looking at you in that labcoat and scrubs all this time, and I can think is….” He let out a long, slow whistle. “So, if you're not willing to get on my desk, would you at least give me this dance.”

She shook her head playfully.

“Come on,” he flashed a bright smile and a peek under his own lab coat. “You know you want a piece of this.���

Laughing, she slowly rose to her feet. “You’re an ass!” She laughed.

“Yes,” he growled, wrapping an arm around her waist and taking her other hand in his. “But you love me.”

“I do,” she whispered, snuggling her head into the crook of his neck. “And honestly, I’m the ass today. I’m sorry, T….”

“Shh, shh, shh, shh!” he insisted as he held her close against him as they swayed to the smooth sounds of John Legend’s crooning. He wasn’t leading as much as carrying her, so sleepy, her slight frame felt like lead in his arms. “Just dance, baby,” he whispered.

The song went on for one, two minutes more, and by the time it ended, they both forgot why she initially came to his office. He stared down at her with those piercing eyes and a smile that had her reconsidering the desk after all, but when the music stopped, he took a step back.

“Feeling better?”

“With you, always.” 

“Good,” he grinned, reaching behind her and placing a loud pat on her butt.

“Hey!”

“I think you deserve that a little.”

“For being a good girl or a bad girl?” She winked, delighting over how his cheeks turned red.

“Yes!” He answered. “Now, just promise me you'll go home and sleep when you’re done with your shift. I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t worry,” she smiled from the door, “I’m so tired, I'll be heading right to bed. But… I should be well rested by the time you get home.”

“Good,” he stared with a lecherous smile. “Then we can dance again.”

“Oh, that’s what we’re calling it?”

She walked out of his office quite differently than she walked in. With a soft expression and that bright smile returned to its proper place, she waved at Nurse Sarah, who was looking her way.

“Looks like everything is better now,” Sarah observed.

“Good to see settling down doesn’t mean Carrick lost his touch,” Maureen chuckled. “Dr. MacTavish is a lucky lady.”

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[sunflowerstories]

On Begged and Borrowed Time

Inspired by that Criston x Rhaenyra edit and Ivy - Taylor Swift (y'all broke me with this one ok)

Pairing: Criston Cole x Rhaenyra Targaryen, Laenor Velaryon x Rhaenyra Targaryen

Tags: Angst, Fix-it (kinda), Laenor is a good guy okay he needs love and better PR in this fandom, Possible multi-chap, Sadgirl Rhaenyra is a simp for Criston

Summary:

Ser Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone are married. But with the spectacle of her lover murdering his in their wedding feast, both are languishing in their home in the Red Keep. Rhaenyra feels the weight of being heir and starts to wonder if her disgraced lover, Ser Criston Cole, was right about Essos. Ser Laenor, who feels for his wife as much as she does for him, decides to find a way to keep her from wasting away. 

Chapter 1

Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen, The Realm’s Delight, known for her beauty and wit, is wasting away in her chambers in the Red Keep. Her hair, usually in beautiful braids, lay uncombed and unkempt on her shoulders. She changes from one night dress to another, her dresses remaining untouched and gathering dust in her closet. She refuses to eat, save for a few sips of water, and many many glasses of wine. She drifts off from one drunken stupor to another, refusing to speak to anyone, even to her father, the king of the seven kingdoms himself, King Viserys. 

The king, flanked by his loyal kingsguards, is reduced to a pleading mess at his beloved daughter’s bedroom door, pleading for her to eat, to say something, to do anything at all. 

“My girl.” pleaded the king, tears in his eyes. “I blame myself for this. For all of this.”

The king weeps, clinging to the knob of the princess’ door. “I hurt you.”

The princess, sitting on a table by the window oblivious to her father’s pleas, pays no mind and takes a long, big sip of wine from her goblet. 

Dornish Red. The humor of the gods sometimes. 

The king, slowly losing hope in getting through the walls of his beloved daughter’s heart of ice, once tearfully pleads with the princess for audience, to calm the storms of her heart that were his making. 

But was it his making? 

-

On another side of the Red Keep, Ser Criston stands guard to Queen Alicent Hightower, who is sitting on the Iron Throne, listening to the concerns of the realm in her husband’s absence. 

His armor has been a lot heavier than he first donned it, especially after the night the princess had taken it off of him. Now that talk of the princess languishing in her chambers are making rounds in the castle, his already tattered heart shatters even more. 

“Rhaenyra hasn’t eaten for days.” he hears Princess Helaena whisper to her mother, the queen. The astute Queen Alicent may not have been on good terms with her stepdaughter and former friend, but a look of worry paints her face quickly at Helaena’s words. 

“Send the maester to her, mother.” says the kindly young princess, “She’s ill.”

“She refuses to listen to father. What makes you think she’ll listen to the maester?” huffed Aegon, drunkenly, sipping on his tenth cup of ale for the day. 

A furrow makes its way to Queen Alicent’s face. Rhaenyra has always listened to her. Maybe she’ll listen to her now? 

Ser Criston swallows down the bile that had been rising in his throat. Maybe he’s to blame for all of this. If he had just refused that princess that night. Maybe if he just kept his stupid heart in place and knew where he stood. 

A relief washes over Criston as he sees Ser Arryk Cargyll arrive to relieve him from his shift. As soon as the knight made his entrance known to the queen, Ser Criston bid his queen farewell for the day, hoping that back at his chambers in the White Sword tower, a bottle with still enough ale left awaits to soothe him. 

-

Ser Laenor was not any worse than his wife. His beloved was snatched away from him by the Stranger, on his wedding day no less, by his own wife's lover, of all people. The gods did have a strange humor.

He takes out all this anguish and pain in swordplay, tearing down training dummies one by one to pacify the rage in his heart, spending more time in the training yard more than the marital bed with his wife. 

While he couldn’t love her the way a husband should love a wife, he cared for her. The princess has always been close to her Velaryon cousins, and he couldn’t ask for a better marriage of convenience than his beloved cousin and friend. 

As much as it pains him to lose his first love, his Knight of Kisses Ser Joffrey Lonmouth, to the princess’ beloved himself, the lowborn Ser Criston Cole, he could never fault her for the actions of her beloved. 

As much as it pained him to admit, no amount of gold or power they earned could ever make them happy, take away their pain. 

Laenor was about to strike down another training dummy when a ward of the Red Keep calls for his attention. 

“Ser Laenor, I apologize for interrupting.” says the nervous young girl, who he recognizes to be one of his wife’s handmaidens. 

“You interrupt nothing.” Laenor says kindly, putting down his long sword. 

“The king pleas for the princess to see him. “ the handmaiden tells Laenor with obvious sadness on her face. “The princess refuses, still.”

“He is stood at her door, ser.” continues the handmaiden “He refuses to leave.” 

Laenor wipes sweat off his forehead. He put this longsword back to its hilt on his belt, walking towards the handmaiden who leads him back to the chambers he shares with his wife. 

It was possibly the longest walk of his life, with all his thoughts and guilt crashing down on him as he made his way into the halls that lead to the royal chambers. 

When was the last time he spoke to Rhaenyra?

He tried. He spoke to her, but all she gave him was a small, sad smile. He had the kitchens prepare her favorite meals, which she politely tasted but still refused to eat. He offered to take her back to Driftmark, offering the hospitality of his family and the calming sea breeze to cure whatever ills her, but she refused. 

What was left for him to do?

Laenor had the training yard, his dummies, his sword. But what did Rhaenyra have? 

Ser Joffrey was gone. He doesn't have to be reminded of his loss everyday, as long as he does not let his mind linger onto his memories for too long. 

But Ser Criston lives. And everyday, the princess has to see him. To look at him. To speak to him. To have their lost love roaring back to her, all while reminding her the best thing to ever happen to her is in plain sight, but will always be out of her reach.  

He hated Ser Criston for murdering his beloved. He could put him to death if he liked. After all, his family is the wealthiest, most powerful in the realm, next only to the house of the dragon themselves. 

But he remembers Rhaenyra. Her tears at his expense. How she comforted him in their mess of a wedding. How she offered him the freedom to love as he pleases despite their marriage. 

He knew what it was like to lose the one you love. 

He could never do that to her. 

Laenor and the handmaiden arrive at the door of their marital chambers, where he finds the king, ill and aging, desperately clinging to the door handle, and to whatever remains of his daughter’s love for him. 

“Your grace.” Laenor greets, saddened by the king’s state. “I apologize for all of this. I shall speak to my wife.”

“There is nothing to forgive, ser Laenor.” replies the king. “Had I tried to listen to her…”

“Let me speak to my lady wife, your grace.” offers ser Laenor, feeling sorry for the sickly old man that rules the realm. “I will do everything to restore her joy and her health.” 

Laenor gives the king’s hand a reassuring pat. The king, understanding the young lord’s sympathy, truly believes that her husband could make a difference. King Viserys steps away from the door and makes his way back to the throne room, while Laenor takes his place by the door. 

“My love? Rhaenyra?” calls out Laenor, knocking on the door. “It’s me.”

In seconds, he hears the door make a small sound. 

“Laenor.” was all she said, his presence comforting her. 

Laenor enters the room, as the princess returns to her seat by the window. He notices many empty bottles of wine on the floor. 

The princess, still a beauty despite the disheveled hair and crumpled night dress, gives him a small smile. 

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.” says Laenor, grabbing one of the wine bottles and filling a goblet for himself. “Please tell me what I could do. What I need to do to help you.”

Rhaenyra gives him a small, sad smile, the kind he always saw her wear since they married. 

“Nothing.” says the princess. “You being here is enough.”

-

Laenor couldn’t believe what he was doing. Of all the times he had the misfortune to run into Criston Cole, it took everything in him not to pommel his face in, the way he did with his Joffrey. 

In fairness to the lowborn knight, Criston looked every bit guilty whenever Laenor’s eyes would meet his in the court, and this possibly would be the only reason why he hasn’t murdered him yet. 

This and Rhaenyra, his wife. 

Laenor knew Criston would be training in the yard at this hour, and he knew it would be an opportune time. 

As he moves closer to where the Dornish knight stood, he notices his presence and immediately faces him. 

“You really are a skilled knight.” says Laenor, impressed with Criston’s reflexes. “No wonder your princess chose you.”

Your princess. 

Laenor’s words echo in Criston’s mind, along with the princess’ voice from all of his memories of her. He so wanted to drive his sword deep into the Valyrian knight’s heart for mocking his pain. 

But then he remembers. 

“I apologize, ser.” says Criston, quicker than he would have liked. “I know nothing I do could ever…”

“You can never bring him back.” says Laenor, the sting of Joffrey’s loss in his heart still fresh and painful as ever. “But there is one thing you can do.” A feeling of relief and fear crept into Criston’s heart. What did Laenor want? A quick death for him by his hand? Throw him in the black cells? Send him to exile in Dorne?

But he owes him. That, Criston knew. Whether he liked it or not, he is at Laenor’s mercy. 

He takes in a breath, gathering himself and his thoughts, readying himself for the young lord’s sharp sword - or sharp words - when the Laenor’s words take him aback. 

“Your princess needs you.”

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[cupidlakes]

reading helium at work bc i’m sick in da head

#are you insane like me #ok but the summary is already making me weep #‘the trio takes on grocery shopping’ #it’s about the Domesticity #literally so excited for this

[hareharrison]

hold me

pairing: george harrison x reader

summary: george is in the process of finishing abbey road, and has been repeatedly coming home frustrated. instead of talking to you about it, he distances himself completely, and only speaks to you in annoyance or anger, and lashes out on you. he doesn’t know how much it affects you and one day comes home to the effects firsthand.

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, angy geo, neurodivergent reader, invasive thoughts, mental breakdown/panic attack, but it works out in the end

a/n: hayyyy ok so i wrote this as a comfort fic for myself, and i decided to post it cause why not. i struggle with intense fear of abandonment cause of bpd haha fun 😐and wanted to make it from the POV of a neurodivergent reader?? so this is like a comfort fic for ND readers?? idk if i need to put any other potential trigger warnings for this but if i do please lmk and i will fix it

year: 1969

the flat was quiet without him. to be honest, it was quiet with or without him, lately. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, george had been distant. he was always a quiet person, but he has never dismissed you this much. you knew that his job could be tiring and you tried not to overthink it, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. a voice in your head was planting horrible ideas, saying things like, “you fucked up, he doesn’t like you anymore, you’re annoying.” but still, you pushed on and tried your best to ignore the noise in your brain.

you sigh heavily and slide back into the couch. you had the next two days off of work, and nothing to do. george of course had to work on your days off, which left you alone at home. with your thoughts. it was hard getting through today, your intrusive thoughts were particularly loud... but he would be home any minute now, which brought on a bit of hope; seeing him should rid you of your own jailhoused mind.

the tv played some sitcom in front of you, which you had no interest in. all you could think about was if you ruined things. what if he was thinking of leaving you? it would be your fault... and yet you couldn’t think of a single thing you’ve ever done that might have hurt him.

the door opened gently and let in a cool draft that brushed against your warm skin. you look toward the entrance, seeing your george sigh heavily with exhaustion as he took his shoes and coat off. he looked up to you, his boldly furrowed brows softening.

“hi, love,” he says, walking toward you. you stand and approach him to greet him with a quick kiss. he holds you for a little longer than usual, and you take the opportunity to melt into his arms and breathe in his smell, something you’d been deprived of recently. he rests his chin on top of your head, which laid comfortably on his rising chest. it was moments like this that made all your worries slip away, moments like this that you wished you could cling onto forever and ever.

“how was your day?” you ask, finally leaning back to look up at him. he lets go of you and runs a hand through his long hair.

“not good,” he says, a frown on his perfectly sculpted face. you return his expression at the sight of him being sad. quickly, you remember your dinner ideas. maybe that would cheer him up.

“hey, maybe we can go get something to eat? maybe get your mind off of things?” you suggest, looking up at his brown eyes. he looks down at you, eyes full of regret.

“i’m sorry love, but i’d rather just head to bed already,” he says remorsefully. you smile softly and reassure him that it’s okay and he should get some rest. but part of you breaks inside, knowing he doesn’t want to spend time with you.

he headed upstairs and you followed, the painful ideas returning at full speed.

“you’re so annoying, of course he doesn’t want to spend any time with you. you’re so annoying and clingy,” your brain says and you flinch at the harsh thoughts. through your entire bedtime routine, thoughts flooded your mind and filled your entire being up, and you felt like you were being drowned from the inside out. george stood next to you as you both brushed your teeth, not speaking a single word to you or giving you a single glance. you changed into one of george’s t-shirts and watched as he slid out of his clothes and into his pajamas in seconds. he muttered a monotone, “good night,” before turning on his side, his back facting you.

as much as you didn’t want to, you believed the mean voices and hung your head as you got into bed next to george.

you slept back to back that night.

————————————————————

the sun seeped into your room through your windows, and invaded your bed, waking you rather unpleasantly. you groan lightly as you reached over your bed for george, but only found empty space. his side of the bed was cold, indicating that he’d been up for a while now.

you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes as the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and morning dew hit your senses. you hear the song of the early birds chirping as your feet hit the cool floor. as you head downstairs, you can hear george on the phone, and you soon see him muttering softly before taking a long drag from his cigarette. you don’t bother him, seeing that there was paperwork on the table and his call must be business related. naturally, you decide to head for the coffee, the smell luring you in like a fish.

you poured the hot, dark liquid into your favorite mug and add in your preferred amounts of cream and sugar. looking out the window, you see water drip gently from the leaves of a tree that george and you had planted a year ago. you sip your coffee and reminisce about the times you used to actually spend time with george. how nice it was, seeing him smile so often.

you suddenly hear george raise his voice at the phone, something unlike him entirely. you jump at the unpleasant sound before peeking through the hallway to see what on earth was happening.

“no, i don’t care! i want the bloody bastard fired, in fact, tell him not to bother showing up today,” he shouts into the phone before slamming it down, placing his head between his knees and groaning in frustration. seeing george this upset and acting out on it was truly a rare sighting, and you thought carefully about what to next.

after careful consideration, you tiptoe into the room and gently rest a hand on his shoulder, the sudden contact making him flinch.

“christ, (y/n) are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?” he grumbles before lighting another cigarette.

“sorry,” you say softly, “would you like some tea?” you figure it could calm his anger and soothe some of his abnormal irritability.

“what? tea? there’s already coffee made,” he says rudely. you take a step back, saying nothing. you know that you didn’t do anything and that this behavior would pass. george was never like this. your eyes find the time and see that george should have left ten minutes ago.

“george, you’re gonna be late to work,” you say, thinking you could at least do something helpful. his head snaps back at you and his once soft face turned hard with anger.

“what are you implying? you want me gone?” he stands up and angrily grabs all of the papers scattered on the table, shoving them into a folder and the folder into his bag, “fine, i’ll leave. im out the door.”

you look at him in confusion, you’d barely woken up and were just trying to help, “what’s the matter with you?”

“what’s the matter with me,” he repeats, looking away and scoffing. he runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “im sick of this, (y/n)! im sick of life. i come home exhausted and you have half a mind to ask me if i want to talk about it!”

“you always want to go straight to bed,” you defend yourself, hurt that he would even suggest that you don’t care about him. his dark eyes glare into your own for a moment that feels like hours, trying to think of somethig clever to say in response, but he just wasn’t ever much of a fighter. he finally chooses to put his cigarette out on the table’s ashtray and grab his coat. if you wanted him out of the house, he was more than happy to comply.

“george-“ you start.

“no,” he cuts you off, “don’t say anything right now, i can’t even look at you.” and he doesn’t, he ignores your presence entirely as he picks up his bag and walks out the door.

you’re left in the cold house, alone, hurt, and dumbfounded. you couldn’t believe what had just happened. you couldn’t believe that george, your george, had taken his anger out on you, simply for trying to help his morning be less shitty. worse than that, he thought you wanted him gone, when all you wanted was to be with him. is this how it was going to be now? a bitter, loveless relationship? your eyes sting with fresh tears at the thought, and a huge lump in your throat grows painfully. you take a deep breath before heading upstairs. you wanted anything but to cry this early in the morning, and the only reason you got up somewhat early was to see george before he left to work. now that your morning was ruined, you figured heading back to bed was the next best thing.

you climb back into your shared bed, suppressing your emotions with the warmth of your fluffy blankets and soft pillows. the comfort of a bed felt almost like a hug, and you sighed, letting the pain drift away as you fell asleep.

————————————————————

when you opened your eyes, the realization hit you. you’d slept until the sun began to set, completely ignoring your emotions, stuffing them down inside of you like an overflowing trash can. being awake made them fling right back at you; sleeping didn’t change a thing, and was only a temporary pause in your pain.

all of your feelings came back to you at once, and it once again felt like you were drowning internally. only this time, the thoughts weren’t the invasive factor. your emotions were overwhelmingly intense on top of your brain practically screaming horrible things to you. your breathing quickens as you feel tears slide down your face. this time you werent able to swallow the thick lump in your throat, and you began to weep softly.

this was it, george was leaving you. he hates you, he wants nothing to do with you. there was nothing you could do but hug your knees and cry. you choked on a sob and started rocking back and forth in attempts to try to soothe yourself. but you couldn’t stop, it felt like your entire world was falling apart. you soon began to have shortness of breath and struggled with your breathing, feeling your heart beat at an intense rate that you couldn’t control.

your bedroom door opens, revealing george’s early arrival. he immediately rushes to your side, afraid to touch you but wanting so bad to comfort you.

“(y/n)? (y/n), breathe. breathe, baby,” he takes your hand and you look at him. you aren’t sure if him being here is making the situation better or worse. seeing him try to help you stirred all kinds of feelings in your mind. you felt like you weren’t good enough for him, like you didn’t deserve his help.

george begins breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth, gently guiding you and hoping you will try to do the same. he sits in front of you on the bed and holds your face in his gentle hands. you look up into his eyes, the chocolate features of his face soothing you as your breath began to steady.

“that’s it,” he encourages.

“do you hate me?” you cry softly.

“what? no, (y/n), i’d give my life for yours, do you know that? you’re so, very special to me,” he slides over to sit beside you on the bed and wraps his long arms around you.

“why are you so distant?” you look up at him, and tears continue to roll down your flushed cheeks, “you acted so mean to me this morning, i feel like you want nothing to do with me.”

george is hurt by your words. he truly didn’t mean to be distant, and he never wanted to hurt you.

“i’m sorry,” he says, “ive been so overwhelmed i haven’t stopped to think of how you must feel. im really sorry my love i never meant to hurt you like this.” he embraces you tightly and you give into his comforting touch, wrapping your arms around his torso and digging your face into his chest. 

you take a deep breath, “i understand,” you say before looking up to him to whisper, “i miss you. i miss us.”

“i miss you too darling,” he pauses for a moment, “how about i take tomorrow off? we can do whatever you’d like.”

you sniffle, “what about the album? the deadline?” 

“i can fake sick. nothing is more important to me than you,” he says, “i want nothing more than to be with you. i love you so much.”

you smile when he presses a soft kiss to your aching head, “now how about we go have something to eat? i’m starved.”

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