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clbrq · 4 months

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I HATE YOU— C. BROCK.

prompt; you and colby have never gotten along. you always bickered and never saw eye to eye. so, when your friendship group plans a trip that he’s invited to—you make it your life’s purpose to keep as far away from him as possible. although, that plan does down the drain when you have to share a room for 2 weeks..

warnings; SMUT, p in v sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of angst and arguing, cursing/swearing, enemies to lovers trope.

“Oh, how fucking great.”

The words fell past his lips faster than your brain could compute what the flight attendant was telling you.

A loud sigh fell past your lips as you thanked her and continued walking to your seat. Colby was slow to follow.

It was bad enough that you were going on a group trip together, let alone having to sit next to each other on a five hour flight. You knew he was in a bad mood regardless due to his lack of sleep, and you knew your presence wasn’t making it any better.

You and Colby have never got along. You don’t know when it started, but you’ve never connected. At the start, you wouldn’t engage much and just stay out of each others way. But now, you fought, a lot. Your friends loved to compare you to a married couple—that really pissed you two off. You don’t really have a reason as to why you dislike Colby so much, you just do. Something about him just irritates you—whether it’s his ridiculous hair, or whining about not having a girlfriend, or how stupid rich he was. And you weren’t sure why Colby didn’t like you, but you didn’t care—the feelings were mutual.

So, when your best friend, Katrina, floated the idea of a group trip a few months ago, you were sparked with excitement. Until you realised Colby would be joining. And even better, the people coming on his trip were couples—besides you and Colby. How fabulous.

As you got comfortable in your window seat, you gazed out it with a comfortable smile on your face—trying to ignore the shuffles and huffs of annoyance from beside you.

“Do you wanna take up anymore room?”

Turning your head to face him, a smirk formed on your face as you locked eyes with him, “Yeah, sure.” You teased, pushing your legs out next to his.

With a harsh kick, Colby moved your legs back to under your seat, grabbing his headphones and placing them in his ears, “Don’t talk to me for the entire flight.” He stated, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back against the chair.

“Finally, something smart coming out of your mouth.” You mumbled, turning back to face the window.

The flight was peaceful, you got up once to go to the bathroom—having to disturb Colby which only lead to a small argument. Mixed with having to ignore the dirty looks he shot you when you returned to your seat.

“How was it?” Katrina asked, slinging her carry-on bag over her shoulder as you exited the plane.

“Take a wild guess.” You spoke sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at her. Katrina chuckled quietly, knowing the answer without you even having to tell her.

The bus ride to the hotel was short—almost everybody dozed off while they waited to arrive. Katrina happily rested her head on your shoulder as she snored, not noticing the way you huffed angrily as you listened to Colby complain about how you awoke him on the flight.

God, he was an ass.

“Alright, this is us.” Sam spoke, grabbing his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, grabbing Katrina’s arm gently and rocking her awake.

The hotel was beautiful. Large, white pillars rose up from the ground guarding the fancy double doors to the entrance that remained open due to the heat. Surrounding the hotel were trees and plants, paired with colourful flowers—contrasting the white of the walls.

“It’s beautiful.” Colby spoke, admiring the hotel with his ocean, blue eyes.

“I know I am, but thanks anyways, Colbs.” You winked, turning around to shoot him a smug look.

Colby rolled his eyes in irritation, “Don’t flatter yourself. And don’t call me that.”

“Okay, Colbs.”

“God, you’re insufferable.” Colby breathed, shaking his head in annoyance.

“Please, can we have one nice holiday without you guys fighting?” Sam snapped, raising his eyebrows at the two of you.

“Sorry.” You both mumbled in unison, trying to please your friend. But, not enough to slyly shoot each other a dirty look as you entered the hotel.

“Hi, I have four rooms booked under the name Golbach.” Sam smiled sweetly at the receptionist as the rest of the group trailed behind.

“That’s fine, I’ve got it all paid for and set up for you.” She smiled, “So, I’ve got a Corey and Devyn in one room, then a Sam and Katrina in another.” She started handing the couples their room keys, “Then a Jake and Tara, and finally a Y/N and Colby.”

Silence.

“Nope. That’s not happening.” Colby stated, a foul expression on his face.

“Is there a problem?” The receptionist frowned.

“Yeah, we cannot be within two feet of each other without an argument.”

The receptionist laughed, “Oh, I get it. Me and my husband are like that too.”

“No, no, no.” You laughed, “We are not…We will never be…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling like lies were spilling from your lips.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She chuckled, nervously, “But, unfortunately, in case of an emergency, I cannot change the arrangements of the rooms. I’m so sorry.”

Colby sighed loudly as he pinched the bridge of his nose, you rolled your eyes at his immaturity, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. Thank you.”

Grabbing the key card for the room, you wheeled your suitcase towards the room, feeling utter disappointment. You knew your holiday would now be ruined due to Colby. He would be complaining about every little thing you did, and you couldn’t help but bite back.

The room was huge. Large hallway leading up into the living area, with a 60 inch flat screen TV and rectangular coffee table in front of it. Next door rested a modernised and perfectly furnished kitchen with a marble top island in the centre.

You and Colby walked around the room in silence as you observed the beautiful room. As you walked down a small hallway, your heart raced with anxiety as you made it to the bedroom. There was only one room left, meaning that there was only one bedroom. You prayed it was double beds on opposites sides of the room.

Colby strolled slowly behind you as you pushed open the door. Your heart dropped at the sight.

Rose petals in the shape of a heart laid across the double bed, paired with others scattered across the floor leading up to it. In the corner of the room were red balloons in the shape of hearts and “Happy Holiday!” written across them. To push things further, a bottle of Champagne and two glasses rested on a circular table next to the balcony glass doors.

“Well, fuck.” Colby chuckled, “If only they knew.”

“If only they knew what?” You spat, waiting for the insult to hit you.

“That you were such a bitch, they wouldn’t have gone to all this effort.” He smirked, walking over to the bed and playing with the roses.

Ignoring his comment, you trudged towards the Champagne, popping it open and pouring yourself a glass. You sighed happily as the bubbly beverage slipped down your throat—hopefully this would calm your anger.

You and Colby didn’t speak another word the rest of the day. The others had sent a few messages to the group chat discussing dinner later in the evening, but other than that—nothing. Colby relaxed in the living area as you prepared yourself for the dinner. You elegantly did your makeup—your skin looking flawless, and your lips looking pink and plump. You then curled your gorgeous, silky hair, letting it rest comfortably on your chest as you slipped on your dress.

And by God, did you look good.

Your breasts were accentuated perfectly and your ass popped deliciously. You knew you’d get some attention tonight, and you were excited. But maybe not by who you were expecting.

Your heels clicked satisfyingly against the floor as you approached the living area. Colby was sat on the couch, phone in hand, in a suit as he scrolled endlessly. He looked up once to acknowledge your presence, before returning to his phone.

Not long after, his head snapped back towards you, a shocked expression on his face as you adjusted your coat, “What?” You spat.

Colby stared for a few seconds longer before plastering a smirk on his face, “Slutty as always.”

“Fuck you.” You seethed, glaring at him as he sauntered over to you.

“You wish, sweetheart.” He whispered, teasingly tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

Pulling your head away from you, you pushed his chest, forcing him back slightly, “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Taking a deep breath, you swung open the front door as you walked into the hallway. You could not deal with him tonight, you wanted to have a nice night and not be bothered by his rude remarks. Luckily, your meal with your friends was unbothered by Colby as he sat at the opposite end of the table. Thank God.

“You coming to the club?” Tara questioned as you exited the restaurant.

“Fuck yeah.” You grinned, “I wanna get fucked up tonight.”

“Easy tiger.” Sam chuckled from behind you, “Remember who you’re sharing a room with.”

“What about it?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

Sam shook his head, “Doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, turning around to engage in conversation with the boys.

Weird.

The club was busy tonight. Typical for a Friday night, though. People were everywhere—dancing, drinking and singing. Just like you.

You were 5 drinks deep and you were hammered. The buzz you felt was beyond tipsy—you knew you were a lightweight, but not this bad. Yeah, maybe the fancy dinner had unbelievable portion sizes, but the Vodka here was something else.

As a familiar song began to play, you gasped in excitement as you grasped Katrina and Tara’s arms as you grinned at Devyn in front of you. The music flowed through your body as the rhythm picked up. The beat took over your body as you moved to the music.

You were thoroughly enjoying yourself when a pair of large hands slithered around your waist. A certain brunette asshole strangely made it’s way into your mind as you turned around, but you were, unfortunately, met with a stranger.

“Hey, beautiful.” The tall mousey brunette smirked down at you, “Care to dance?”

Feeling extremely drunk and dangerously cheeky, you agreed. Your hips moving sensually against his as he gripped your waist while you danced. Your eyes wondered over to the bar where your four male friends stood, watching over you and your friends. Your eyes locked with Colby’s and, more specifically, the angry look on his face.

A devilish smirk crept its way up on your lips, an evil idea making its way into your mind. Bending over, you couldn’t help but grind on the strange man behind you, watching as Colby’s face dropped even further at your action.

You ignored the cheers from your friends as you retained the eye contact with Colby as you flipped your hair over your shoulder to glance back at the very obviously aroused man. But, before you could even utter another word, you’re pulled upright and away from the dance floor.

“Dude, what the fuck?” The guy called after you, a confused expression on his face.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Colby growled towards him, shooting him a look of pure rage, one you’d never seen before. His cheeks were pink from the alcohol he’d consumed and the anger that flooded through him.

Colby swivelled back around and pulled you out of the club by your arm, his grip harsh as he did so. He didn’t utter a single word as he pushed you inside the hotel room.

“Colby..” You mumbled in a quiet voice, not knowing what to say.

“Shut up.” He spat, not turning around to face as you as he dragged you inside the bedroom and slamming the door.

“What did you do that—Mmf!” Your words were cut short when you were slammed against the wall.

“Y’know, it’s one thing to constantly be a bitch and piss me off,” Colby started, his arms above your head as he seethed above you, “But it’s another to grind on some fucking prick in front of me like I’m some sort of joke.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You fired back, “It’s not like we’re together, Colby? I can do whatever the fuck I like.”

“Oh, is that right?” Colby laughed, darkly, “No.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said, no.” He smouldered, “You don’t get to do that around me.”

“And why’s that, Colby? Please, enlighten me, because you sound out of your fucking mind right now.”

Before you knew it, Colby’s lips were smushed against yours in a passionate kiss. You gasped into his mouth as you melted against his lips, your hands resting comfortably on his muscled arms as his laid against your warm neck. Colby grasped the underside of your thighs and pulled you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips.

“Colby..” You moaned breathily as his plump lips attacked your neck, “I need you.”

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t?” He teased, pulling your back off the wall and leading you both towards the bed.

“Seriously? You can’t stop being an ass even before we’re about to have sex?”

Colby chuckled from above as you laid in the rose petals beneath you, “You know, if you shut that slutty mouth for once, you’d be so pretty.”

“So I’m not already?” You fired back, shooting him a dirty look as he crawled between your legs.

“Shut up, Y/N.” He ordered, a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

Colby wasted no time in stripping you of your clothes, chucking them on the floor along with his own as he continued to kiss you desperately. As Colby pulled your soaked panties off your legs, his lips slowly made their way down to your exposed breasts—his mouth finding it’s way around your mounds beautifully.

Quiet moans slipped past your lips as his hand trailed down to your core, your breathing quickening as he did so. His nimble fingers found themselves comfortably circling your aching clit, making you feel the smile against his lips as he kissed your neck. Your back arched off the bed in pure pleasure as he slipped a finger inside you, wanting nothing more than to scream out as he curled them upwards to hit your sweet spot.

“Please.” You moaned, grasping his forearm tightly as you scrunched your face up in pleasure.

Soon enough, Colby pushed your legs up and onto his shoulders, his tip teasingly rubbing against your soaked entrance. With a few whines and whimpers of desperation, Colby swiftly pushed his cock deep inside you. As a shocked moan rasped from your throat, he sped up his hips as he rocked his throbbing dick in and out of you.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop!” You sobbed, tears falling past your eyes as he pushed your legs further back to reach deeper inside your slutty pussy.

“Jesus, why didn’t I do this sooner?” He mumbled, his cheeks flared red as he huffed with each thrust.

Colby quickly got bored as he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach, pulling your ass into the air and slipping back into your warm hole. You gripped the bedsheets as he ruthlessly destroyed you from behind, degrading names filling the room as he spoke. You crumbled petals in your fists as you clung onto the bed for life, Colby showing no mercy as he fucked you.

“You’re such a whore, aren’t you?” Colby spat, yanking your hair back as your ear met his lips, “You’ve been begging for me to fuck for years now, haven’t you?”

“Yes! yes, yes, Colby. Wanted you for—Aah! for so long.” You blabbered, your throat feeling sore and dry from all the screaming that erupted from it.

“What a good girl—finally.” He praised, letting your hair loose as your head hit the sheets once more, feeling the pleasure build up in your stomach as his fingers deliciously rubbed your clit, “Fuck, I’m close.”

Before you could realise, Colby was cumming deep inside you as your own orgasm hit. His name released itself from your lips countless times as he fucked his load further inside you. As you came down from your high of ecstasy, Colby pulled out of you slowly, falling next to you on the bed.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He mumbled, his eyes staring intensely at the ceiling as he regained his breath, “That was something.”

“It sure was.” You murmured back, feeling a sense of awkwardness fill the air, as you coughed nervously, “I’m gonna go shower.”

But, before you could even move, Colby’s arms slid around your waist and pulled you close to his warm body. A smile rose to your face as he spooned you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“We can get to that later.” He informed you, nuzzling his head into your neck as he closed his eyes, “And don’t worry, we can go back to hating each other in the morning.”

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princessconsuela120 · 3 months

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☁ HOLD ME CLOSE AND HOLD ME FAST ☁

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Summary: You fall asleep on Ominis' shoulder during class.

Warnings: Cursing, fluffy fluff fluffy

Author's Note: I love this so much. @clownfacepancakes120 this one's for you :}

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IT WAS A WELL KNOWN FACT IN HOGWARTS THAT HISTORY OF MAGIC CLASS WAS INCREDIBLY BORING. So boring in fact, that when you begun school, Professor Fog warned you to purchase a pillow in hogsmeade for said class. You didn’t understand him at first, but now as you sat in class, listening to the gravelly voice of professor bins as he floating through the aisles, your eyes straining to stay awake, you wished you had brought your pillow.

“You know you’re incredibly slick, darling.” Ominis said sarcastically, causing you to shoot your head up at the sound of his voice.

“Hmm?” You mumbled, already feeling your eyes grow heavy again.

“I can’t even see you and I can hear the way you're trying to stay up right now.”

He chuckled to himself, hearing uou scoff as you shifted in your seat.

“Am not. I’m just, focusing super hard.” You lied, your head already falling into his shoulder.

“Mhmm.” He teased, before you scoffed, not having the energy to fight back.

Ominis couldn’t help but smile at the feeling, loving everytime you’d lean your head against his shoulder. The two of you started dating in your 6th year, not noticing your feelings until after you defeated rankrok. Ominis realized the fear he felt when you fought came from love. You two had been dating ever since, after Sebastian forced the two of you to get together, insisting that Ominis wouldn’t stop mopping about his love for you.

So now here uou we’re, sat with your head against his shoulder, fast asleep as Professor Bins muttered none sense.

“Darling?” He whispered, turning to look at you when he heard your soft snores from beside him.“Silly girl, you’re drooling.” He chuckled, wiping your chin as you shifted against him. He placed a soft kiss against your head, jumping slightly when Sebastian laid against his other shoulder, a loud ground shaking snore erupting from his chest.

“Wake up you oaf! You’re snoring like a troll!” He yelled, shoving Sebastian, trying not to wake you in the process.

“Hey! Why does she get to sleep?!” Sebastian yelled, looked at Sebastian angrily as he threw a hand out at you.

“Because I love her.” He replied, rolling his eyes as if it were obvious.

“Unbelievable. You know, I used to be the one who got to sleep on your shoulder.” Sebastian grumbled, huffing angrily as he folded his arms.

“I never let you sleep on my shoulder.” He said, furrowing his eyebrows at Sebastian as the freckles boy pouted, slamming his chin in his palm on the table.

“Yeah well, what happens while you’re sleeping can’t hurt you.” He grumbled, making Ominis roll his eyes.

“You’re such a pillock Sebastian.” Ominis. teased, running his fingers gently through your hair.

“And you my friend, are incredibly whipped.” Sebastian said, patting Ominis’ shoulder, making him smile.

“I know.”

Ominis smiles down at you as you snuggle closer into his shoulder, hiding your face in his neck. Your soft snores filth is ears, a much better sound in his eyes than Professor Bins mumbling, as butterflies grew in his stomach at the warm feeling you radiated.

#ominis #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy

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nonexistent-introvert · 10 months

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Snores

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Joel's loud snoring kept you up at night. Joel felt guilty for it and tries to make up for it. Fluff!

A/N: You can't convince me that Joel doesn't snore. Anyways, my break ended which means i'm going to be busier than ever before but here i am writing at 1am so you best bet that i will still try my best to write often. Plus!! I'm trying to gain ideas for hug me pt 2 so that would be my main wip for now. Enjoy this drabble before i disappear for god knows how long

You were so close to strangling your dear husband who was sleeping peacefully next to you. While he was in deep slumber, you lay beside him frustrated as you listened to his snores that never ended. The red numbers on the clock on the nightstand beside Joel, reminding you just how many hours of sleep you were missing out on and how the sun was going to come up soon. You let out a frustrated groan while you used your pillow to cover your ears, hoping that it would at least muffle the sounds of his snores.

You propped yourself up with one arm, turning to Joel’s side to stare at him. His mouth was slightly ajar as he snored loudly. You simply stared at him, planning some sort of way for him to shut up. Your body screamed for rest but the loud snores beside you kept you awake. It almost seems like Joel could sense your stare on him, he snorted before turning to his side to avoid your glare. You fell back onto the bed in relief, you finally had peace. You tucked yourself back into bed, nuzzling your nose into the pillow, excited to finally get the rest you needed.

At this point, you thought Joel was doing this to spite you. The moment you felt yourself drifting away, his snores came back, louder than ever before. Putting your relaxed body back in an alert state. The scowl came back onto your face while you glared at Joel again. His clock beside him let out two beeps, signaling that yet another hour has passed. You now officially had 3 hours to fall asleep before you had to wake up again.

It was true how they say love blinds all. In this situation, the obvious solution was to wake Joel up. However, whenever you looked at him, you just couldn’t bear to wake him up knowing that he needed to get up for patrol also plus, he already had a long day and deserved the rest. But you were oh so close to just cutting off his air supply by putting the pillow you had wrapped around your head onto his nose. Sound can’t travel through a vacuum right? Your fingers drummed against the surface of the mattress angrily, love is complicated.

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“What are you doing here?’ You were about to kill the person who had woken you up again. You mumbled a bunch of curse words at Joel, kicking your feet at him to ask him to leave you alone. Joel crossed his arms, your figure was curled up on the couch.“Feisty.” Joel commented, staring at how you buried your face back into the pillow. “Go to bed and sleep darling. You’re gonna get sore if you sleep here.” He nagged to your already unconscious form. You were exhausted. Joel smiled softly, his strong arms easily lifting you up. You stirred awake in his arms, inhaling his scent. The moment your body came into contact with the comfortable mattress of your bed, you had fallen back into your slumber.

“Darling, I put off waking you up for as long as possible already but we need to go out for patrol.” Joel’s thumb was caressing your side. You groaned, turning away from him. “Come on, I made coffee already. Tommy will be on our ass soon. Or worse, Maria.” Joel dragged you up. You simply fell into his arms, the man has zero idea what torture he had put you through last night.

For the entirety of the morning, you remained silent. Joel slowly trudged beside you on his horse, giving you worried glances every once in a while. Did he do something wrong? But he knew this wasn’t you giving him the silent treatment but more of you running out of social battery already. Something was definitely bothering you, but he didn’t know what. The constant scowl and furrowed eyebrows were also a sign. Joel gripped the reins a little tighter, he had tried his best to start conversations with you but all he got were half-hearted replies and grunts.

When the both of you finally managed to reach the safe house. You collapsed onto the couch with a satisfied grunt. The feeling of being able to lie down and rest your already aching muscles was like heaven on earth. Joel put down his bag, checking the both of you in like usual. His eyes fell onto your figure again, your arm was covering your eyes while you lay down.

“Darling,” Joel called out as he towered over your figure. You stifled a yawn while you removed the arm that was covering your face, humming in response to him. Joel’s heart dropped, your eyes were swollen and the dark eye circles around your eyes were a darker shade than usual. “Why do you look so tired?” He questioned. Your eyes widened and you sat up, you even took a calming breath. Joel stiffened, he had hit a nerve. “Why am I so tired?” You repeated in a mocking tone as you met his eye. “Hmm, maybe because I had one of the worst sleep in my life yesterday? And I am also running on-” You checked the watch on your wrist, “2 hours plus of sleep?” You finished. “Nightmare?” Joel guessed. You punched him lightly in his ribs, “The nightmare was the fucking snoring from you yesterday.” You scolded, lying back on your back. “I don’t snore.” Joel defended, he always did that when you told him he snored in his sleep. You shook your head at him, “You being in denial used to be funny but now it is getting on my nerves.” You warned. Joel sat down beside you, putting your legs on his lap. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…” You chuckled at him, “Yeah, I was awake till like four in the morning Joel. You would stir awake and I would get a few moments of peace before it starts again. What were you doing? Trying to set a new record for the loudest snore?” You ranted to him. Joel swallowed, guilt making his heart clench. “Was that why you were on the couch?”

“No shit Joel.” You deadpanned, “And then you woke me up when I finally got to sleep. Joel, I was this close-” You lifted your index finger and thumb like you were pinching something in mid-air. “To just murder you in cold blood.” Joel laughed, massaging your legs that were in his lap. “I’m sorry darling, you should have just woke me up.” He suggested. You remained silent, knowing that you would never be able to bring yourself to wake him up.

“I’m sorry” Joel muttered again as he kissed you, a simple kiss that expressed all the guilt and apologies he felt for keeping you awake. A light tint of red coloring his cheeks, Joel was embarrassed by his snoring habits. The last time someone had complained was probably Sarah, he only snored when he was having a good sleep. The nights of sleep he had for the past decades in the apocalypse were plagued with nightmares and even when he was asleep, his mind was alert enough to react even to the softest of sounds. Tommy had always joked about how Joel’s snores would have gotten him killed.

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After that day, Joel would play his guitar out on the porch until 12. You were puzzled at first, even offering to stay up with him. Joel was a morning bird and you were a night owl. He always slept at 10pm without fail and you would sleep earliest at 11pm, However, Joel was insistent that you go to sleep before him.

He also started bringing back flowers that he got from the greenhouse, claiming that they had extra. Joel also traded his precious coffee beans for the tea that you preferred. When you questioned him about it, he brushed it off as a craving for tea. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing that Joel never had a single cup of the tea he had sacrificed his coffee beans for.

Later you would find out that Joel had pulled favors with the people who were in charge of the greenhouse for the flowers. The gardeners who were curious about the sudden appearance of Joel Miller coming for flowers had questioned you about it. “Was it your anniversary?” was among the many guesses they made. You simply shrugged, telling them that Joel had claimed that it was extra. You lied awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You were thinking about Joel. trying to figure out the reason for his unnatural behavior these days.

The door creaked open, you closed your eyes, pretending you were asleep. Joel stared at your form from the door, trying to determine if you were asleep. When he finally concluded that you were asleep, he carefully crawled into bed. He laid there facing you, admiring you for a while.

“Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.” He mumbled into your forehead before pressing a kiss there. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. The pieces of the puzzle finally connecting in your head.

Those actions, the weird behaviour. It was Joel Miller’s way of apologising. It was his way of ensuring that he doesn’t bother you again with his snores and making up for the hours that you had lost due to his snores. Your heart warmed, Joel had broke and changed his routine just for you and everyone who knew him knew he was a creature of habit.

“I love you.” You mumbled, pulling him closer to you while you buried your face in his chest. He stiffened slightly, surprised that you were awake. Joel put his arms around you, tangling his legs with yours.

“I love you too.”

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h4rrypotterf4n · 1 year

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Stuffed animal

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

Wordcount: 1210 words

Warnings: hurt to comfort; The fellowship being mean to reader

Summary: After the fellowship made fun of you sleeping with a stuffed animal a certain elf is there to comfort you.

Finally, you were able to rest a bit. Aragorn and Gandalf found a clearing in the forest they both agreed on resting for the night. So, the fellowship prepared their bedrolls. When they finished Sam began to cook dinner, Aragorn sharpened his sword, Gandalf watched how Boromir tried to teach the hobbits how to make a fire, Legolas rested with his eyes closed against a tree and you were preoccupied with staring at the elf across from you. You’ve had a crush on him since you first saw him at the council of Elrond. And how could you not? Long blond hair, icy blue eyes, a fierce warrior, you could rant about him all day.

“My lady,” Aragorn pulled your gaze away, while he gave you a plate of soup.

“Thanks, Aragorn,” you responded gratefully.

“You know,” he began as he sat next to you, “you should just tell him, that you fancy him,” you nearly choked on your soup at his declaration.

“I- what?”

“Come on, it is painfully obvious that you both like each other,” he left you stunned, to say the least and walked over to Gandalf.

Soon darkness fell upon the camp and the only source of light was the slowly dimming fire. The fellowship sounded asleep, so you slowly sat up and as quiet as possible opened your bag and pulled your stuffed animal out. You can’t sleep without it but felt ashamed of your little habit and chose to hide it from the others. As a woman it was hard enough to proof that you were capable of this quest. You cuddled against it and let the faint sounds of the fire and the snores of Gimli lull you to sleep.

You woke up to loud laughter from your friends. Groaning you turned to the other side trying to shut them out and get a bit more rest. But as your mind slowly came to its senses, you missed the light weight in your arm. Hastily you opened your eyes to see your little friend wasn’t anywhere near you. You hurriedly began searching for it through your things.

“Do you miss something?” Gimli laughed at you, while he held your stuffed animal up.

“Our fierce warrior sleeps with a stuffed animal who would have thought of that?” Boromir mocked you. You looked around hoping someone would defend you. But the hobbits just laughed along, even Aragorn and Gandalf smirked at their cruel jokes and Legolas was nowhere in sight, he was probably looking for any danger ahead of us.

As the humiliation became too much and you felt tears threatening to fall you ran into the forest. You only stopped when your vision was too blurry to see properly. Sinking down with your back against a tree you buried your head in your bend knees, while you continued to cry.

Meanwhile Legolas came back from inspecting the further road. Thanks to his elven ears he heard the conversation, and he was furious. Because unbeknownst to you he also had his eyes on you since the day he first saw you.

“What was that?” Legolas asked in a stern tone.

“Oh, we just had a bit fun,” Gimli answered still laughing.

“Fun for whom? Because of what I’ve witnessed (Y/N) just ran crying into the forest,” the elf bit angrily back.

“Maybe it’s better if she’s gone. I mean if she still sleeps with a stuffed animal she can’t be of much help, can she?” Boromir piped in defending Gimli.

“She is a strong warrior with a kind and loving heart. She is a perfect addition to this company. She has proven herself often enough. We all know that. And besides everyone has something from home to remind us of it,” Legolas pointed out and everyone fell silent knowing he was right, „For example Gimli, you have your necklace with pictures of your family. Aragorn, you have your evenstar and Frodo, you have your mithril shirt. So why shouldn’t she be allowed to have something, that remind her of her home?” he went on in rage and the fellowship let their gaze fall to the ground in shame, knowing he was right.

“While I go looking for her, I advise you all start thinking of a good apology for her,” he said already walking in the direction you took off but not without your stuffed animal.

While he searched for you, he freed it from a few leaves that were tangled in the soft fur from sleeping on the ground until he picked up quiet sobs ahead of him.

The sight in front of him broke his heart your whole body shook with the sobs you desperately tried to muffle with your hand.

“I think you forgot someone,” Legolas spoke as softly as he could. Startled you looked up to see he was now sitting beside you with your little comforter sitting in his lap.

“G-Go away, Legolas,” it warmed your heart that he was trying to comfort you, but you do not want him to see you like this.

“So, you want me to return with your friend?”

“It’s stupid anyway,” you grabbed it and threw it away which shocked Legolas. The elf stood up and walked over to the poor animal to pick it up.

“I do not think it’s stupid. I actually think it is quite relatable,” you looked up at him to find there was no lie in his eyes and your stuffed animal closely held to his chest.

“You don’t?”

“No, I could not for I too miss my home. Every one of us does and it is cruel to make fun out of something, that helps you,” the elf explained softly sitting next to you again.

“I got it from my parents when I was a child. It’s the only thing I still have of my family. They died

w-when I was young, “

“Which makes it even more understandable that you carry it with you,”

“You really do not think of it as stupid or childish? “

„No, I don’t. I can’t think that of someone I love, “

he blurted out and started to lightly blush as he realized what he had said.

„Y-you love me? “ You asked kind of shocked.

He thought for a second what he should do now but decided for the truth.

„Yes, “ he whispered as he looked to his feet.

“I love you too,” you whispered back making eye contact with him when he looked up. You watched as a smile came upon his features and involuntary you mimicked him. Slowly he leaned closer to you but before your lips touched, he stopped.

“May I?” Legolas whispered looking down towards your lips. Instead of answering you closed the gap between you two. Trying to convey every emotion Legolas felt for you he kissed you back.

“How about we go back and give the others the chance to apologize to you?” He asked when you both broke away from one another for air. You nodded in agreement and stood up with the help of Legolas hand. For the whole way back, he didn’t let go of your hand instead he looked at you with a smile on his face.

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echantedtoon · 4 months

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What If: Hantengu Bros Edition

(Just picture what your quadruplets look like as in the pic below. I don't know the artist or anything else I found image on Pinterest.

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NOT AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Karaku IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.

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Chaos. Noise. Loudness. About as much destruction as you could imagine with four noise makers running around everywhere.

And no. It wasn't them this time.

"Grandpa, tell us again how Papa Sekido got his head stuck in the vase!"

"That story again? You make him retell it ALL THE TIME!!"

You could only sit there and watch amused at the unknown chaos unfolding. But then again that was the regular thing for this family of yours. You barely paid attention to the red eyed boy shooting a scowl to his nearly identical brother. Really the only difference was their attitudes and their eye color matching their colored kimonos. Your eyes only briefly looked up from the kimono you were attempting to sew back together, the tears accidentally left by Urogi's talons from rough housing with the boys again.

"Kido." Said red eyed boy looked at you. "If Kara wants to hear the story again then let him tell it. You don't have to listen if you don't want to."

Said eight year old pouted as his green eyed brother smirked in triumph. "That's not fair! How come Kara always gets to pick what we have to hear!? I want a turn to pick a story!"

You sighed again feeling a familiar fight bubble up but luckily the older man stopped any fight. "S-Stop fighting both of you. I won't t-tell if that's how you're g-g-gonna be about it."

That got both children to quickly shut up despite Kido pouting and crossing his arms. Well at least one problem was solved.

"He has a dam point! Why do you always have to hear about my embarrassment!?" Aaand here we go again as the older version of Kido glared angrily. "Why don't you ask him to explain how Karaku kept breaking things with his dam wind?! Or when Urogi kept crashing into a tree!? Something other than me!"

"Aw. C'mon, Sekido. It's just funnier when you're embarrassed.~"

"NO ONE ASKED YOU, KARAKU!!"

You again groaned and turned to two of the grown children. Sekido was glaring at Karaku from his place sitting as Karaku only smirked in a teasing manner no doubt amused by his daily task of filing up Sekido again. Gee. And you wondered where your kids got their dynamics from?

"Will you four keep it down? Rogi's,still napping and you four are gonna wake him up again."

You were getting really tired of their bickering now. It was getting really annoying and the stirring body slumped against your side gave you more of a reason. A third child identical to the first two slept soundly against your back exhausted from the amount of playtime initiated by Urogi earlier that day. Only difference between him and the first two was the yellow eyes hidden by the closed eyelids. It was a miracle your son hadn't woken up by the yelling from earlier. Either Rogi was a deep sleeper or he was so used by now to his fathers' and brothers' bickering that he could just sleep through it at this point. But you'd rather not have anymore yelling because of the upcoming headache that was threatening to make you rain your wrath upon the bickering adults.

"You're not having to live through the embarrassment daily-"

"You're giving me a headache, Sekido. So help me I'll wring you out like laundry and hang you up on the coat wrack." The red eyed man quickly shut up as you glared at him.

"A-All of you stop fighting. Y-Y-You're all scaring me with your fighting." Said older demon raised a shaking hand up to rub his head.

"Sorry, Mr. Hantengu."

Said protest seemed to end any and all arguments between Sekido, Karaku, and their little mini mes as Rogi just continued to snore away noisily at your side blissfully unaware of the daily arguments between your kids and their fathers. Sigh. You definitely had your hands full didn't you? Speaking of which..You were wondering where your other two children and their fathers were? Urogi and Aizetsu had taken Zetsu out for some quiet time away from his other rowdy brothers and they had been gone for a few decent hours. Rui was still out too so you were starting to wonder where he was too. As if the universe answered your questioning thoughts, the sliding door opened making all six of your heads turn to the door except for Rogi who still slept away.

"Heeeyy! Guess Who's Back! Did you miss us?," sang a familiar voice as none other than a harpy walked through the door. He waved one taloned hand at you while he held your fourth and final child in his arms clinging to him.

Aizetsu walked in right behind Urogi and silently closed the door behind him. Your brow rose not seeing Rui among them. Where was your oldest? "Where's Rui?"

"He and Zoha decided to train some more. They'll be back later," Urogi waved you off with a shrug before spotting the sleeping yellow kimono wearing child leaning against you. "There's my boy!"

Aizetsu blinked as Zetsu was quickly handed over to him and Urogi excited dove for Rogi- Only to land flat on his face when you quickly scooped up the sleeping boy away from him. Immediately two children and Karaku started cackling at the sight of Urogi dazedly looking up. Rogi being suddenly jostled tiredly blinked his yellow eyes open with a yawn.

"Urogi, be careful!", you scolded the harpy that looked up at you with a kicked puppy look. "You need to be careful with your talons! You could accidentally hurt him!" You cradled the boy in your arms. Seeing your face, Rogi opted to slot himself against your shoulder shuffling against you before tiredly closing his eyes again. You sighed. "You keep forgetting that."

"I only wanted to hold him," Urogi whined sitting up and pouting. "I would've been careful! I always am!" Your rose your brow at him. "...Ok. I'm careful MOST of the time!"

"Debatable."

"Mama!" A blue eyed boy quickly wriggled around until Aizetsu placed him down. Zetsu immediately ran over and threw his arms around your right side which you welcomed with a smile. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes I did." You smiled wider. "I'm also almost done patching up your kimono. You should have it back soon."

Blue eyes lit up at you in excited. "Really?!"

"Hey, Zetsu! Come sit!" Zetsu turned to where his brother beckoned him to join them. "Grandpa's gonna tell us a story!"

"Is it the one where Papa Sekido gets his head stuck in a vase again?"

"WHY CAN'T ANYONE JUST LET THE PAST LIE!? IT WAS ONE TIME!! JUST. ONE. TIME!!"

You only sighed as you felt another fight coming on.

#demon bride lost bits #karaku x reader #Karaku #urogi #urogi x reader #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu #sekido x reader #sekido #hantengu clones #hantengu x reader #hantengu #demon slayer #kimetsu gakuen #kimetsu no yaiba

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acesbelovedwife · 1 year

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Birthday

Portgas D Ace x gn reader fluff

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I FORGOT TO POST THIS ONE 2 DAYS AGO FOR MY BIRTHDAY ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

You woke up hearing a loud snore next to you, Ace's arm loosely wrapped around your waist while drilling a bit on the pillow. You moved closer and nuzzled your head into his chest making him mumble something in his sleep, you looked up and admired his face. His relaxed expression, pink lips slightly open. Full of freckles, you smiled slightly caressing his face with your hand making him slightly open his eyes. He pulled you into a tight hug kissing you on your forehead "happy birthday" he said with his raspy voice. You got confused but then slightly gasped "you forgot again?" He chuckled slightly while you laughed. You forgot about it every year, the only ones who reminded you of it were Ace and his brothers. "You look so beautiful" he sighed "says you~" you smirked at him. He couldn't help himself and pulled you close and kiss you passionately. When you needed to breathe he pulled away licking your lips making you giggle. "I love you so much y/n" he mumbled in your chest resting his head in it "I love you too baby" you replied brushing your fingers through his hair. He didn't want to get up, he could stay there forever and just cuddle.

"Y-NNNNNN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" you heard Luffy yell as he burst open the door to the bedroom you share with Ace "Luffy, I told you to wait until they get up.." Sabo sighed beside him "Get out" Ace spat angrily turning his head to look at his brothers. "It's ok Ace calm down, thank you Luffy, Sabo" you smiled as you saw Ace pout cutely and bury his face again in your chest. "I wanna join too.." Luffy pouted "no one's stoping you" you opened your arms signaling him to join you. You could hear Ace mumble something to himself but you decided to ignore it. You knew he could get jealous of his brothers sometimes. Luffy happily threw himself on you and hugged you and Ace close giggling while Sabo stood against the door frame smiling at his cute brother. "Don't you wanna join Sabo?" You asked as he shook his head "I think Ace is annoyed enough" he smirked "shut it" Ace growled making you chuckle.

Sabo went to the kitchen to make breakfast while Luffy fell asleep on you snoring loudly "he acts like he's still a kid" Ace sighed pulling him off of you and laying him down on himself "maybe it's because you and Sabo still treat him like one" you laid on the side looking at the cute scene before you. Ace hugging sleeping Luffy on top of his chest, Luffy's face looked so relaxed and happy as if he knew his brother is keeping him close. Normally Ace plays this cool older brother that wouldn't do stuff like that, but whenever Luffy doesn't look he shows his soft side to him "you two look adorable" you said making Ace hug Luffy even closer to hide his face.

"Breakfast is ready!" Sabo yelled from the kitchen making Luffy wide awake and run immediately to the food not even seeing the way Ace's face turned from a smile to a big scowl after loosing the warmth of his little brother on his chest. You gave him a kiss on a cheek, took his hand and went to the kitchen already seeing Luffy inhale his food in an inhuman speed. You sat down next to him with Ace joining you, you stared at the pancakes in awe "thank you Sabo" you smiled to which Sabo only stood proudly staring at his work which was soon all gone. You could get used to birthdays like that..

Sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language. I hope you enjoyed reading ♡

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kittyofalltrades · 1 year

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Stolen Pajamas and Ghibli

Just a little comfort for whoever needs it right now.

Beta: myself I can’t spell sorry

Paring: Steven Grant x Reader (gender unspecified)

Warning: Fluff and Steven being cute

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It had been one of those days, one of those days for a fucking week now. It seemed that everything that could go wrong had gone wrong, including missing time with your boyfriend Steven. Donna had finally been forced to give him the tour guide position and while he relished it, you missed how easy it was to see him. He seemed so happy that you couldn’t diminish it with your problems.

So after a shit week and no Steven you finally caved and went to his apartment, and knocked. It was the polite thing to do even though you had the key and could enter at any time. You briefly considered leaving but decided against it. You let yourself in when you didn’t receive an answer and wandered around his apartment brushing your fingers over his things, trying to find comfort before you left again. But it wasn’t enough. You needed one of Steven’s bone crushing hugs, the kind that made you feel like he was smushing all your broken pieces back together. You decided on the next best thing. You rifled through his dresser and pulled out a pair of his pajamas and pulled them on. You laughed at how they fit, Steven really did have an hourglass figure and his pajamas made that more obvious than his regular loud shirts did. But they were comfortable on your body so you didn’t protest much.

Steven stumbled into the flat tired but happy from another successful shift as tour guide. He kicked off his shoes right near the door and headed to bed ready to crash. He knew he should have dinner first but he was too exhausted to think about it. He went to his dresser intent on his favorite pajamas but found them missing. It was okay he thought one night sleeping in his boxers wouldn’t kill him. He stripped and headed to his bed, with a quick pull of his covers he found you curled up under the bed deeply asleep in his favorite pajamas.

Steven’s face softened and he felt a little guilt, he’d been so deliriously happy he’d forgotten to check in as often as usual. He climbed into the bed and pulled the blanket over you both with a sigh. You meant the world to him and had to resort to climbing into his bed in his favorite pajamas for comfort. If you woke up he’d show you how much he appreciated you.

Your stomach growling woke you, and you cringed when you realised that you’d fallen asleep in Steven’s bed. A warm arm around you cued you in that you weren’t alone, and you rolled over to find Steven in bed with his curls slightly tousled as he snored softly. You brushed a few stray hairs away from his forehead making him stir and give you a sweet smile.

“Morning love, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much recently. Things have been crazy,” he told you softly. “I want to make it up to you.”

Your heart squeezed at his words, it felt like he was saying he was a bad boyfriend and honestly that was the straw that broke the camel's back on your bad week. A few tears slid down your cheeks and you turned away from Steven not wanting him to see you cry. Nobody saw you cry and you didn’t want him to be the first.

“Oh no love I’m sorry what did I do wrong?” Steven asked, worry coating his words while he wrapped you in a hug.

“I’ve had a shitty week. It’s just been one thing after the other and now you think you’re a bad boyfriend for enjoying your job, it's just too much,” you told him while you wiped the tears away. No tears, no crying, you told yourself angrily. Tears elicited pity and sympathy that you didn’t want.

“No don’t cry I’m sorry,” Steven says quickly. “Here I’ll show you I’m not a bad boyfriend. I’ll make your day better.”

Steven climbed out of the bed and took the blanket with him, making you protest the loss of warmth. Within minutes you heard the sounds of popcorn popping and the opening sounds of a movie, it sounded familiar. You ventured out of the bed to find that a nest had been made on the couch with the pilfered blanket. Just as you arrived your favorite song from the Howl’s Moving Castle started to play. And you swayed to the song a little while Sophie talked to her sister on the screen.

Steven walked out of the kitchen holding a big bowl of popcorn wearing a smile. “I know it’s a little late but it’s your favorite movie and I thought it might cheer you up.”

Steven helped you climb into the nest of blankets on the sofa and he passed over the bowl of popcorn. Once you were settled he climbed in behind you and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m sorry you had a bad day but I hope this helps make it better,” Steven whispered before dropping a kiss on top of your head.

The rest of the night was spent being held by Steven while you watched your favorite Ghibli movies, ending with Howl’s Moving Castle a second time. You tried to insist that he didn’t need to play the movie a second time, especially so late, but he insisted that it was what you needed.

“I love you and if watching this movie with you fourteen times in a row makes you smile again I’ll do it,” Steven said firmly. Then his cheeks heated at the realization of what he said. He’d planned to tell you he loved you but he wanted it to be special. But the more he thought about it the more he realized this was special. “I love you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness when he repeated the words. “I love you too Steven.”

This time when tears leaked down your cheeks they were tears of happiness. In just a little while Steven had taken your shit week and made it better. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and settled down against him again. “And don’t worry we don’t need to watch it fourteen times in a row….six should work,” you teased.

“If we’re going to do six we may as well do fourteen, it’s only fair,” Steven replied while he dropped another kiss onto the top of your head.

At some point you fell asleep during the second watch of Howl’s Moving Castle and Steven stopped it. Instead he started the soundtrack to play while he carried you to bed to sleep. He looked down at you, and promised dream job or no, he was going to be there for you more often. You shouldn’t have needed to crawl into his empty bed for comfort and he’d make sure it never happened again.

#moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff

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justporo · 8 months

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Part 7)

In which Tav really only wants to drown her sorrow in alcohol. And Astarion is basically being a very good boyfriend and also makes use of what he calls "handsome face and nice smile tax". (Basically imagine the Tiktok sound "what do I owe you? / don't worry it's on the house / reeeeaaally?" - anyone know what I mean?) Also Tav, Astarion, Daegin and Lira raise a toast!

Fun fact about this story: when I started writing this I thought it was gonna be a fun, quick three-part adventure. Now we are already nine parts deep that I've written and I am still not done... I was so naive... I will do a post tomorrow to make a chapter list of this, also... would you people like to be tagged? Tips on how to organise that in an efficient way? And always: thank you, thank you, thank you for all the love and support!

Song for this one: Drinks by Cyn (because Tav needs it)

And if you'd like: keep reading on on AO3!

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

(Gif from here!)

“Before you undress me, Astarion dearest, remember there is a snoring dwarf between us”, you proclaimed dryly as the vampire spawn made to lean over the table and stretched out his hand to caress your cheek. Also, a voice inside you wondered how smart it had been for Astarion to reveal his real being to these two arseholes.

“If he wasn’t conscious for the whole fight and me threatening your ex with writing my name with his blood on the wall, I think he’d neither notice nor object”, Astarion replied with a lopsided smile, but you could see the primal hunger in his eyes had subsided – for now. A look of worry now filled his eyes.

Lira chose this moment to return to the table, her arms full with everyome’s drinks. She stood on her tiptoes to lift everything on the table while trying not to spill everything.Then she huffed at Astarion and poked a finger into his chest: “I’ll have you know it is not very nice to leave me not only to carry everything but also to skip out of the tab. I barely had enough gold on me to pay for everything.” Lira looked angrily at Astarion and he had the good grace to look ashamed. “I’m sorry, Lira dear, but I had to check on Tav real quick. I’m hopeful you’ll understand and forgive me for my insolence.” He bowed gracefully before your friend which made her giggle and blush. “Apology accepted”, she beamed and went to look around the pretty empty table “Uhm, did you being worried about Tav have anything to do with Miyena and Eodin disappearing or…?” She let the sentence go on open-ended.

Her eyes were on Astarion, his eyes were on you, yours were on the two now ownerless shots of strong spirit that Lira had just brought to the table. You sighed deeply, then downed the first – Lira blinked surprisedly – then the second – her mouth opened helplessly – then started to have a go at your glass of red wine – and now even Astarion raised his eyebrows at you.

The vampire swiftly and silently moved over to you, putting a hand between your shoulderblades as you let your head slump on the table with a loud thud. All the rage you had felt like two minutes ago had suddenly vanished and had only left exhaustion in its place. The jolt of your head hitting the table made the glasses and goblets on the table jump and prompted Daegin to wake from his peaceful slumber. He found his mug in front of him, happily took a deep swallow but stopped abruptly when he noticed there was only water in it. Only when he had made a disgusted noise did he notice the changed lineup around the table and the sudden depressed mood.

“I guess, I fucked up”, you mumbled. Astarion drew calming circles between your shoulders but remained silent. Daegin, who seemed much more sober now than a few minutes ago, coughed and cleared his throat: “Could you repeat that? I don’t have elven hearing.”

“I fucked up”, you said louder, raising your head again and making a grimace. Then you borrowed your face in your hands again. “Why, because you two drove Miyena and Eodin off?”, the dwarf answered. You lifted your hands out of your hands a fraction to look at your friend. His sudden somber tone startled you. “Gotta be honest, wish I’d had the balls to do that quite some time ago”, he said and reached over the table to give your hands a quick squeeze. You watched him quizzically. That wasn’t exactly the reaction you had expected.

Astarion kept his hand reassuringly on your back, it slowly wandered up your spine. “I’m glad I could be of service then”, he chuckled softly and toasted to the dwarf before taking a long swig from his goblet of wine. You mimicked him, still not entirely relieved and still feeling empty from the unpleasant exchange. You almost drained your glass completely – right now you could’ve really enjoyed a nice buzz to forget this shipwreck off an evening; this alcohol better got to work soon. But getting yourself drunk wasn’t an easy task as an elf.

“Why though? What in the hells happened while I was away? I thought we were all thick as thieves – hah!”, you giggled at your own terrible joke than drank the rest of your wine. When you put down the now empty glass you tried to reach for Astarion’s cup that still contained a lot of his drink. But he caught you immediately and smoothly moved it out of your reach. You clicked your tongue at him – damned rogue.

Then Lira spoke: “Well, we don’t really know as well. It just seems – you were really the one who glued us all together. Quickly after you’d disappeared Miyena and Eodin seemed to have become closer. And, well, I know it sounds mean when I say it like that…” She started fidgeting. Astarion’s hand had reached your neck and softly started to knead the tense spots there. You melted into his cool touch.

Lira seemed to struggle to find the right words. “I don’t think you need to worry about being nice when it comes to these two”, Astarion chimed in “I’ve known them for the better part of one single evening and was already prepared to take out all their innards - I assure you, not a common sentiment for me when meeting new people. And after how they treated Tav…”, his words slowed for a moment. Both Daegin and Lira looked shocked at first at the vampire’s open desire for violence but quickly turned to asking facial expressions after Astarion’s mention of their behaviour towards you. You swatted their questioning glances away with your hand since you didn’t want to go into that again. “Well”, Astarion said and the following words contained a faint hiss in his tone: “They both deserve whatever words you can find for them.”

With Astarion’s encouragement Lira seemingly decided that he was right: “Well, Eodin is such a…”, she struggled for a moment, obviously still not feeling comfortable with trying to not be nice “gullible idiot!” „Not the words, I’d have chosen, but alright“, you heard Astarion whisper under his breath while the half-elf broke into a rant so intense her braid of black hair started trembling. You chuckled at your partners silent remark and finally lifted your head up from your hands and leaned into him. You moved one arm behind his waist and slowly put your head on his shoulder to give him the time and space to decide if he felt comfortable with this soft display of affection. But when he felt you putting your arm around him he immediately pulled you in and pressed a small kiss on the crown of your head. His closeness felt so good you’d almost already forgotten how awry this evening had seemed to go only some minutes ago.

Meanwhile, Lira was still at it with some remarks from Daegin. Explaining how the tiefling seemingly had influenced Eodin (“this, dare I say… arsehole”, she whispered at one point to which Astarion proudly toasted her in a “hear, hear”-fashion) to take their thief business down other roads.

Of course, they always had been thieves, but Miyena’s vision had been bigger, more dangerous and would have definitely crossed a line. You had always chosen clients and contracts with the utmost care: checking background information, trying not to harm innocent people and deciding democratically. But the tiefling had wanted to take on contracts that could have harmed the hierarchy of powers in the city, hurting those that already almost had nothing. And Eodin had listened, seemingly hurt by your disappearance and he’d eaten up the ideas and the manipulation by Miyena. It had tainted him and had also tainted his image of you. Also, Lira and Daegin had talked for quite some time about getting out of the business altogether, to go why they still could and cut it with a profit.

“To conclude”, Daegin said, when the half-elf had reached a point in her rant that she was completely red in the face and could barely speak “Miyena is a goddamn snake and a bitch and Eodin is an…” At this point Astarion lifted a hand – the one that was not currently holding you - and proposed with a smirk: “Wait, before you finish, Daegin, this sounds like an excellent point to toast, don’t you think?” The dwarf had looked taken aback by the elf’s interruption but seemed to have been reconciled with the promise of more alcohol. Lira looked like she had calmed herself down a bit and nodded in approval. Astarion looked down to you softly: “Will you let go of me, my love, just for a moment? I know it’s an awful lot to ask…” You playfully pout at him but untangle yourself from him slowly. “You want me to help you carry stuff?”, you ask him. But the pale elf just winked and swiftly and disappears in the still growing crowd.

How was there even more space in here? And why the hell were there even so many people coming? Maybe it was a special band that made an appearance tonight? You stood on your tiptoes to try and throw a look downstairs. You could see the stage was currently empty except for two halflings seemingly preparing it for the next act. In hindsight you wondered how long there had been no music and only the busy bustling of the crowd in the background. But it wasn’t really a surprise you didn’t really pay attention to the stuff happening around you tonight, was it?

“Gods, you two are so cute”, said Daegin and pulled back your attention “it’s making my damn teeth hurt.” Then he spit out and stuck out his tongue theatrically as if there had been something bile in his mouth. “They are, aren’t they?”, the half-elf agreed in earnest, oblivious to Daegin’s act. She moved over to you and hugged you: “I’m so happy you two found each other, you seem perfect for each other.” You hugged her back hard: “Sorry, I caused such a mess for you.” “Don’t worry about it, Tav, I was always sure that this thieving was hopefully only a temporary business. I mean I am a bit scared because I don’t know what to do yet, but I’m happy to make a clean cut now”, Lira replied, Daegin nodded in agreement.

“Whatever happens, you and your pale boyfriend must come and hang out with us again though. He’s funny and good to drink with”, the dwarf grinned at you. “Oh, and what about my company?”, you answered quickly and raising your eyebrows at him. “I can bare with that, as long as Astarion’s coming”, Daegin answered with playful banter and motioned with his head towards where Astarion was only just returning.

“Did I hear my name? Fret not, I have returned, my friends!” He put a big bottle of liquor on the table, pushed a mug of water towards you with a teasing look of worry in his eyes – you flipped him off. And then Astarion artfully threw four shotglasses from around his back one by one and set them down in front of everyone around the table. Lira cheered and clapped at his display of sleight of hand. Astarion bowed gracefully then went to uncork the bottle of spirit.

“How did you get the whole bottle? Far as I knew they save these for special occasions and special customers only. Whose pants did you charm off for this? Did you strip naked for the bar maid, or something?”, Daegin asked him suspiciously and eyed Astarion up and down. His clothes looked just as well in place as they were a few minutes ago, though.

“Not this time”, Astarion replied while filling everyone’s glasses. “I just asked about the bottle in the back and well, the rest I call the ‘handsome face and nice smile tax’. I even got it for free”, he explained with a smug grin. “You flirted with the bar maid to get us liquor? You are unbelievable, Astarion”, you exclaimed and pressed two fingers to the root of your nose, closing your eyes and sighing deeply. Could this man really be left to roam this city freely?

“Surely never happened to me, don’t have the face for that”, Daegin mumbled and grabbed his shot. “Well, love, flirted is a strong word. As far as I’m concerned, it was only about getting something to drink – at least for me – and it wasn’t even that goo…” You boxed him into his shoulder with full force when you realized he was mimicking your earlier words about Eodin. This fucking dickhead! But Astarion simply threw his head back in laughter. You punched him again, but he kept laughing and grabbed your face with both hands and kissed you, immediately erasing the anger you felt. Then he broke the kiss and looked at you with an intensity in his eyes, that made you breathless, his eyes jumping back and forth between yours. “I love you”, he whispered to you. “Hear, hear”, Daegin dramatically proclaimed to that and made to throw back his drink. “Ah ah ah”, Astarion interrupted him “I appreciate that, but I thought we wanted to toast to something else?” “Yes, yes, you’re right.” Daegin lifted his glass: “Let’s drink to snakes and assholes we got rid off!” Then he looked to Lira to add to the toast. “And to old friends that reappeared and new ones that were made!”, she added cheerfully and lifted her drink to Daegin’s. “To leaving the way of thieves behind and finding new paths in life”, you happily joined in and looked to Astarion to finish the toast. “And to the wonderful people we’ll walk them with”, he said smiling at you in a way that made you forget you weren’t alone in the room. You went to down the drink but saw the glint in Astarion’s eyes. “And to charming the pants off people to get whatever we desire”, Astarion added smugly and threw his drink back. Lira and Daegin both choked, but you simply drank, pressed your forehead against Astarion’s and broke into joyful laughter. The vampire just kept looking at you, his heart full to the rim with love for you.

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katsu28 · 2 years

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coming home

pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader

summary: Rooster’s homecoming doesn’t quite go as planned, but all’s well that ends well (i still suck at summaries but oh well)

warnings: swearing, mentions of Rooster and Mav’s near death experience, insinuations to sex

a/n: did someone say abandon all my other wips for now and finally let the rooster bradshaw brainrot settle in? :D

i added him and a few other top gun: maverick characters to my taglist form but feel free to message me or shoot me an ask if you'd like to be added!

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You hardly slept when Rooster was deployed. You couldn’t sleep, not when he was out there doing god knows what and you didn’t know if he was okay. And you knew it was stupid, that this was his job and he always came home to you in one piece, but you couldn’t help but think that there would be one time where your worst fear would come true.

Tonight was no exception.

All you could do was toss and turn in bed, counting down the hours until the empty space beside you was filled by his annoyingly loud snoring form, and you could relax again.

Before you could fall into a fruitless sleep, your phone buzzed on the table next to you.

roo <3: coming home tomorrow. meet me @ the hard deck, 6PM. can’t wait to kiss you ♡

You couldn’t help the grin that split your face as you tapped out a response.

y/n: see u tmrw handsome <3

Now you could go to sleep a little bit easier.

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You pulled up to the Hard Deck at 6PM sharp, fixing your hair and touching up your lip gloss one last time before hopping out of your car and heading for the doors.

“Hey, Y/N!” A cheerful and familiar voice called, causing you to turn and come face to face with Bob, one of Rooster’s dagger squadron friends.

“Hey, welcome back!” You reached out, rubbing his shoulder affectionately.

“Yeah, thanks! Glad to be back,” Bob nodded rapidly. “Y’know, Rooster’s really lucky to be back in one piece. What he did out there was super dangerous, risking his life in enemy territory like that.” He chuckled like you knew what he was talking about, but your brow just creased in confusion, and he must’ve taken it as concern, because he quickly tried to save face. “But super heroic! Saved Maverick’s life and all, totally didn’t almost die!”

You froze, barely registering Bob saying a hurriedly awkward goodbye as your mind tried to wrap around the fact that Rooster had almost died, and he didn’t even tell you. Most of you was relieved he was still alive, but there was still a part of you that was pissed the fuck off that he just forgot to mention this small detail in your daily video chats, and it was that part of you that had you storming into the bar.

Clocking in on Rooster leaning against one of the pool tables in the back immediately, you stalked over to him angrily. His eyes lit up when he saw you, opening his arms for a hug, but you just gritted your teeth as you barrelled into him.

“You! Absolute! Fucking! Asshole!” You snapped, harsh smacks against his firm chest punctuating your every word. All of Rooster’s friends fell silent, watching you both with wide, expectant eyes. But he had the nerve to look bewildered.

“Baby?” He wondered aloud, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, searching for any semblance of an explanation on your end. You just stared back at him, breathing heavily.

Rooster was confused, you were confused, everything was a jumble of emotions balling tight in your chest, but one very quickly broke through the rest of them—relief. He was still here.

Rooster was home.

You grabbed his stupid Hawaiian shirt in your fist and you kissed him, smashing your lips against his firmly. Maybe a little too much so, seeing as the force of your kiss knocked the aviators right off his forehead, to which he fumbled to slide them into his breast pocket before splaying his hands across your back as he let out a surprised grunt at you throwing yourself at him and kissed you back with just as much fervor. It was a messy kiss—all clashing teeth and desperate clutching hands—so much so that you almost forgot you were in the middle of a packed bar.

Key word—almost.

“Ten bucks says they’re gonna go for a quickie real soon,” Hangman’s drawling voice drew snickers from the rest of the naval aviators and a middle finger in the air from Rooster.

You pulled away from Rooster breathlessly, smoothing down his shirt clumsily before punching him on the shoulder; light enough so it didn’t actually hurt him, but hard enough so he knew that just because you kissed him, didn’t mean you weren’t still upset.

“I’m so mad at you right now.” You hissed.

“I can see that,” He mumbled, still looking a little dazed. “You wanna…go outside and talk about it?” You didn’t respond, just letting Rooster guide you through the crowded bar and outside to the much quieter beachfront with a hand on the small of your back. The breeze coming off the ocean was cool, a nice contrast to your heated cheeks as you stared clench-jawed out at the lapping waves. “Talk to me, honey.”

“You almost died…and I had to hear it from Bob???” You exclaimed, turning to face him seethingly. Rooster’s eyes widened at your words, mouth falling open but no words coming out. “Were you even gonna tell me? Or were you just planning to brush it under the rug and pretend nothing happened?”

“Of course I was going to tell you, I just didn’t want you spiraling before I got back to explain the whole story! Because I know how worried you get, and I didn’t want you giving yourself an ulcer freaking out about me,” He shot back, more desperate than frustrated with his hands lodged in his hair. “I was planning on telling you tomorrow, I swear. I just—I just wanted a night, okay? One night with my buddies and my beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend after the craziest mission of my entire life, baby. But I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I know I should’ve.”

You suddenly felt horrible for blowing up on him back inside, clamping a hand over your mouth tearfully. “God, no, I’m the one who should be sorry, Roos. You’re right, you deserve to relax. I shouldn’t have come at you like that in there.”

Rooster stepped forward as soon as he saw your chin begin to wobble, bringing you into his arms tightly. “Hey, it’s okay, baby, you were worried. I get it.” He sighed against your hair. “But I’m here. I’m still here, I’m safe.”

“I know, I just…I don’t know what I’d do without you, Bradley.” Your voice was barely audible, so soft that Rooster probably wouldn’t have heard your words at all if you weren’t tucked against his chest like you were now.

But you called him by his first name. Not Rooster, or Roos, or even Roo—Bradley. His full government name. That was how he knew how much this was affecting you.

“You don’t have to do anything without me, baby, I’m right here,” He assured you gently, giving you another tight squeeze. You just sighed, pressing your cheek against the soft cotton of his Hawaiian shirt, right above his heart. Because if you closed your eyes and just listened to the steady thudding of his heart, then maybe—just maybe—you could convince yourself that Rooster almost dying a thousand miles away was just some freak accident. That it wouldn’t happen again.

“I love you so much, Roos.” You gazed up at him lovingly, brushing your knuckles across the scar on his cheek, and he smiled, turning his head to kiss your fingertips lightly.

“I love you more than anything, Y/N. More than life itself.” He murmured, whispered words ghosting across your skin in a promise that Rooster intended to keep forever, as long as he was still breathing and even when he no longer was. Leaning down, he nudged his nose against yours, his mustache tickling your cheek. “Now can I pretty please with a cherry on top kiss my perfect girlfriend without her smacking the shit out of me? That actually kinda hurt, by the way.”

“Shut up.” You shook your head with a huff of laughter that died on your lips as soon as Rooster kissed you again. As opposed to your earlier, very emotionally charged kiss, this one was tamer. Sweeter. Like you were saying ‘nice to see you’ instead of ‘I’m really pissed off at you’. Like everything was better now that Rooster was home, and you were home in his arms too.

“Whaddya say we get out of here and head home?” Rooster mumbled against your mouth, lips curving into a cheeky smile.

“What happened to wanting to spend a night with your buddies?”

“Honey, there are a hundred other things I’d rather be doing than spending another second with those dumbasses. Starting with,” He hummed, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of your shorts and giving them a little tug, “getting these off and on the floor of our bedroom.”

“Slow your roll, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” You snorted, batting his hands away. “You’re gonna be the one paying Hangman that ten bucks if we leave right now.”

“Call me Lieutenant Bradshaw again and I’ll give him however much he wants as long as we leave right now.”

“Lead the way.”

Rooster pumped his fist in the air before lacing his fingers through yours and all but yanking you across the sand to his blue Bronco in the parking lot, but not before shoving a ten into a very confused looking Fanboy’s hands with a haphazard mumble of ‘give that to Bagman’.

Then you were off, Rooster gunning it through the empty streets of Fightertown (and probably breaking the speed limit all the while) to give your pilot a proper welcome home.

#rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #rooster bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw fluff #top gun imagine #rooster x reader #miles teller

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freestyle-crocodile-trashpile · 2 years

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Can you make a oneshot of Rottmnt, where Splinter shows the Male Reader baby photos of the boys, and how all the turtles will react, please?

A/n:hey welcome back shadow. Thank you for requesting

April Is pink splinter is slanted and Cassandra is bold

Summary:splinter shows you the turtles baby pictures

Type:one shot:turtles + splinter & male reader

Version:rise

You were just at the lair one day pretty early, that's because you decided to spend the night which was fun bit sleeping arguments were tuff. But you ended up sleeping in the bottom 'bunk' below donnie, he had to make it into a bed though, it was awkward. It was the moment we're you just stand there while he's doing the bed reminds you of the time your mom was yelling at you because your bed was an absolute mess, then she angrily fixed it. Thats what it felt like but Donnie was angrily doing the bed. Or yelled at you before he did the bed. So your standing in the kitchen, just making you some toast for breakfast. And it was surprisingly a great sleep you thought Donnie would snore like your dad but he didn't. So while making breakfast splinter came up to you.

"Good morning y/n, what are you making"

You looked down at splinter and smiled always glad to see splinter, he was like another dad to you.

"Good morning and I'm making toast"

You turned back just as the toaster went off.

"How'd you sleep under purple, he didn't give you any trouble did he?"

You chuckled.

"No, I thought he'd snore though but he didn't. He was just on his phone or computer most of the time I was awake."

Splinter hummed.

"Would you like to see their baby photos"

"Oh absolutely"

As soon as your brain processed what he said it was an instant yes. He took you to the living room were you snd him sat on the cough. And just as you did April walked in.

"Oh hey guys which you doing?"

You looked up at her with a big smile.

"Well we are about to look through the turtles baby pictures, wanna join"

April stood there for a second before her smile grew even more .

"Of course but let me ask Cassandra if she also wants to join so don't start looking through it yet"

April called Cassandra and asked her if she wanted to see the turtles baby photos and you snd splinter just looked at eachother knowing what's about to happen.

"She's on her way"

Not even 5 minutes later Cassandra is in front of you April and splinter.

"I hope I didn't miss anything"

"Nope just have a seat"

You watched her take a seat behind splinter because there was room. And you four looked through the baby photos and you were sure you woke the turtles up. When they all walked in obviously tired. And they all seen you four sitting there like the scene from despicable me, were grus mom showed the girls his baby photos. So they were confused.

"Why are you guys so loud"

"What you you four looking at"

The twins say at the same time, but Donnie a bit more suspicious then leo. And you could hear it in his voice. Raph was practically felling asleep were he stood, and mikey was laying on you asleep. You were just right there and didn't seem to mind.

"Oh just your guys baby photos"

All of them froze and mikey slowly sat up from your lap. They all had the same looked on their face. They were tired but scared so they had a sleepy scared look. You laughed at that as Cassandra and April looked at certain photos.

"Aw Donnie, you and glasses why didn't you tell me"

"Mikey you had braces?"

Mikey just slowly layed back down on your lap not wanting to answer that. And donnie just stood there hoping this was all a dream. In the end they all hoped you three would forget what you seen and never bring it up.

A/n:that was alot longer than I expected. Whoops. I hope you enjoyed

#tmnt #tmnt donatello #tmnt imagine #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt x male reader #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt x reader #rottmnt #rottmnt x male reader #rottmnt x reader #tmnt splinter #tmnt april #tmnt casey jones #rottmnt cassandra jones

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kazenomegaminowanpisu · 1 year

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My poly relationship with my yandere boyfriends

Warning:SFW, yandere boyfriends, slight fluff, poly relationships, commission, yandere relationship (I don't know much about yandere, but hope so you like it)

Feat: Sanji x y/n x zoro

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Waking up every morning with your boyfriend's beside you. Both of them was hugging you tight. "ugh" you said as you tried to stand up and change you position. But you can't. "Sanji-kun" you said as you tap Sanji's cheeks. "Sanji wake up" you said. But Sanji didn't respond. He must be tired for cooking last night's party. You turn around and turn to Zoro. Zoro was snoring so loud. "Zoro-san wake up" you said tapping his cheeks. Zoro didn't respond. But you felt his hands went down to your waist. And he pulled you closer to him. You were surprised and didn't know what to do. "Zoro wake up" you tried to wake him up and with your noise. Sanji woke up and he was surprise seeing you getting hugged by the big stupid marimo. "Ahhh!!" Sanji immediately kick Zoro's face as he pull you closer to him. "Can you please stop hugging y/n" he said while hugging you tight. The green haired guy let out a groan as he stood up and look at Sanji. "What is your problem" he said as he scratch the back of his head. "You take y/n away from me!!" Sanji said angrily, Zoro look at you. "Can you please let me go" you said as you tried to remove Sanji's hand. "I just wanted to stand up, ok!" You said as you stood up. "good morning boys" you said as you turn to them with a wide smile. "can I have the morning kiss now" Sanji said as he approach you. You smile and cup his cheeks. "Wait!" Zoro said as he pull Sanji's hand. "Yesterday you kiss him first, it's my turn now" he said holding your hand. "well I think your right" you cup Zoro's cheeks and kiss his lips. "Humph!" Sanji pout his lips getting jealous at marimo. After the kiss you face Sanji. "Can I have my kiss now my Prince" you said as you hug Sanji and kiss his lips. "I love you too" you turn around and open the door. "I love you too love!!" Sanji said as he kiss the back of your head. "your so cheesey" Zoro hold your waist and kiss your forehead. "Well good Morning" Sanji immediately kick Zoro's face. "*Sigh* stop it!!" You said as you walk out of the room. Sanji and Zoro stop Fighting when they realize that your not in the room. "it's your fault!" Sanji said as he leave the room. "Today is Sanji day so y/n is mine!" He said. Zoro smirk. "If it's going to happen" Zoro leave the room and it made Sanji's blood boil more.

Having this two man in your life as a full time yandere on the win. Like they are always fighting over you

They don't like anyone approaching you. As is your just a little bit far away from their sight. And they were going to run towards your direction and they will you close to them as if your in danger. Lime you were just talking to someone. That was asking some directions and they give Him a big death glare. "Didn't you bring your map?" Zoro said as he look closer. "Go away before I kick your ass" he said as he raise his leg. "Sanji-kun" you said as you giggle.

"that person is just asking for direction!!" You said you pinch their cheeks. "Can you please let me walk alone for a while", you said. But they didn't obey you. Still wanted to come with you and take care of you. But they get brutal when someone approach you. Or even touch you without their permission.

But when it comes to you. Seeing them getting approach by woman made your blood boiled a lot. Seeing some woman was being so touchy made you mad. Touching and patting their shoulders.

You approach them and ask the woman what they want. "Your boys" they said while smiling at you. Zoro and Sanji was getting nervous. "Remove your dirty hands off my boyfriends!!" You said as you take your gun into your bag and point it into the girls. "Leave or die?" The girls immediately leave screaming.

"try me!!" You said and you were like going to kill them. But when you face Sanji and Zoro you were smiling at them. "hows my boys?" Both of them was scared but still manage to smile.

"you know what Zoro and Sanji, I love this relationship" you said as you kiss their cheeks. "This relationship is kinda yandare" you said as you stood up. "What is yandere" Sanji ask. You smile. "It's nothing" you offer your hand to them and they stood up, holding your hand.

Even this their soooo over protective. They are very sweet when it comes to you. But when you get hurt or someone approach you. They will brutal. They will punish the one that hurt you to death!.

Having them together as your boyfriend's will be the happiest thing you've ever had.

#One piece Canons #one piece x reader #One piece x s/o #one piece x y/n #yandere relationship #zoro x y/n x sanji #poly relationship #sanji x y/n #zoro y/n #kazenomegaminowanpisu #one piece #hannaemeraldwhitedragon #one piece canons #writing #anime #one piece x s/o #zoro x reader #sanji x reader

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matchadobo · 1 year

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KIDD; dates with college kidd

summary: a part two of my college au of kidd. after school dates with name would usually go like this. you can read the part one here, i recommend reading it first bc it would be more dreamy and immersive before you read this but you can also read this independently tw: fem reader, NOT PROOFREAD AT ALL HADSASHD, no warningsssss all fluff i promise, a little bit suggestive like 3%

would wait for you in his motorbike after school and pick u up

after school dates would go one of three ways: be at billiards, a local pub, or the arcade

billiards date

he’d be the type to pout angrily while playing when he invites you and you say no

would be insaneeeely good at billiards, so fucking brilliant that it’s so hot

would take his time to circle around the board, he may not seem like it but he analyzes it so carefully

he’d look like those athletes in the zone. lips pressed together, eyes darted directly at the white ball, bent down so perfectly his ass fr lookin tight, sinewy arms stretched out and fingers precisely positioned around the end of the stick, with one exhale he hits the ball and always manages to score multiple balls in holes

“babe, watch closely.”

“i’m hella good at this, look.”

“gonna score this for you, don’t look away.”

each time he does score he’d look at you and give you a lopsided grin, making you blush each time

he knows you’re staring and he knows what he does to you that’s why he does everything to make you into a blushing mess

in the event that you agree to play billiards and he teaches you, he gets so up close behind (bc he wants to feel your ass) and places your arm in the right places and fixes your form.

the boys would whine, asking you two to get a room

each time you screw up he’d laugh at you and call you dumb but still coach you

and when you score even if it’s just 1 ball, he’d either place a kiss at the top of your head or a smack you in the ass

you two’d always share a bottle of booze and goes home tipsy

by the time you two go home, it’d most likely be night since this man’s an addict

in a local pub

he’d always have an arm around you

rubbing circles on your shoulders or thighs

he always has to be touching you in some way, otherwise he’d be pouting and more irritated

he’d let you sit on his lap as he bury his face on your back and falls asleep

would often touch you in sensitive places and leave you hot and bothered

once you nag him about it tho he’ll stop

he’d tell you not to get drunk so much bc you go dumber but he’d always be passed out

he and the boys would always be the loud ass men in the pub, laughing and screwing around

whenever a guy even tries to hit on you or look your direction he’d immediately pull you closer and points at the homie giving him a finger

you guys would always play drinking games, card games, bets, and such

when it’s time to go home, you’d always ask killer to drop you off at home and kidd will sleep over for the night at your dorm/house

he’d be wasted asf killer had to carry him to your room

he’d mumble shit at you and be painfully clingy than normal

he’d snoRE LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING TUBA so sleeping would be hella difficult

in the morning when he has hangover, you’d give him coffee and leftovers and he’d be a-ok

would go to school lookin like a hot mess: no eyeliner, plain ass shirt, normal jeans, sneakers, bedhead not even styled

arcade

this happens rarely, when a major quiz, tasks, or exams just finished, you guys celebrate here usually or at a bbq place

your ig story would always be filled with karaoke vids, polaroids with him or with the entire circle trying to fit in the small ass photobooth, claw machine troubles, whack a moles, aggressive basketball, ddr vids, you name it!

he’d go waaaaaaay overboard with basketball, would compete with strangers and trash talk them but he ends up being friends with them

he’d be playing claw machines and end up malding, saying it’s dumb and rigged. but he’d be persistent in getting you a plushie, praise him when he does!

bumper cars are his absolute favorite! doesn’t hold back, not even to you. he’d crush all of you. he always has fun chasing you whenever you fumble around the wheel. he’d be keen on terrorizing and bumping into everyone, even strangers. each time he plays, children would actually cry and find him scary 😭—leaving him all the more ecstatic

the same could be say for his competitiveness and childishness at racing games, air hockeys, and shooting games. he’d terrorize everyone, regardless of relationship, gender, or age 😭

after the lot of you have tried each game, your last destination is the bowling area. as expected, he’s exceptionally good at it. would always score a spare or strike, walking away from the pit with open arms and an arrogant grin in his face.

name: what a show off kidd: but you love it so much, don’t you?

usually, that was the last game area and the circle would part ways. you and him would always go to the photobooth, he’d always initiate it. you two’d always leave a line waiting bc he gets too enthusiastic with kissing you on the photos. he’d always squish your cheeks in the photos, kiss them, bite them, or pinch them. he’d have an arm around you, kissing the side of your head,. give you horns with his fingers, or has a middle finger on display. always has his tongue out, and is always on a 🤘pose. he’d say the heart pose is cringy but you’d force him to it. but mostly, it’s just goofy ahh pics that end up blurry bc you two cannot stay still and are always laughing.

you two will have dinner at some place and he drives you home.

just blurted this out cuz i miss him

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octuscle · 1 year

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Tim and Tim swap lives

When he started his traineeship at the local newspaper, Tim had rather hoped to report on exhibition openings or opera premieres for the feature section. That was more his world. But his first job was an interview with a heavy-metal singer who had become a bit of a has-been. The singer had made headlines recently for his marital violence and his drug and alcohol excesses. Tim had had a fetish for heavy metal in the past. Sweaty singers in tight leather pants. To the Twisted Sisters video of "We're not gonna take it" he had jerked off more than once. Good suburban boys who become rock stars. That had already been to his liking. But everything he'd researched about his interviewee beforehand indicated that he'd been hot a long time ago. Now his best days were long gone. Oh well, it was a job. And he was just the volunteer. He had probably also been chosen only because the singer's name was also Tim.

For the interview, Tim had picked out some hopefully suitable clothes from his brother. And so he waited in the backstage area to finally be able to conduct the interview. The manager had led him to the dressing room, put a Coke in front of him, and walked out angrily ranting. "Where is that drunken piece of shit again?" heard Tim yelling him. After more than an hour, the door opened and the band's lead singer staggered through the door. He grunted something like a hello and disappeared directly into the restroom. Tim heard his interview partner vomit first. And then snore. Tim carefully opened the door. And the singer was lying in a puddle of vomit and urine, blissfully asleep. Shit, what was he supposed to do now? Wake him up? Seemed inappropriate to him. So Tim did something he should have done an hour ago: He answered his own written questions himself.

Question: They say your career is over. What do you plan to do to get back to your old successes?

Answer: Over? Now it's just getting started. I've been sober for a year, eat healthy and spend every free minute in the gym. I'm far from being at the end.

Energy coursed through Tim's young body. His muscles grew visibly.

Question: But financially you are at the end. Is it true that the private bankruptcy had to file?

Answer: Fuck, I've spent a lot of money on shit in the last few years. The tattoos alone have cost me a fortune. And I've had bad advisors. But with my new manager, things will pick up again. I also have a responsibility for the band, which is my family.

Tim's flawless skin began to discolor in various places. Tattoos formed and began to cover his entire upper body.

Question: Why this late change of heart? You've been in the business for decades, right?

Answer: Decades? Kid, you're exaggerating. I've been living heavy metal body and soul since I was 16. That's not even 20 years.

Tim aged in seconds. He was no longer 22 but 34. His hair had grown into a long mat. His skin definitely showed traces of many excessive parties. But he still radiated a lot of energy and masculinity.

Question: A final private question: What do you say to the accusations of violence against your wife.

Answer: (Loud laughter) Are you kidding me? I married that bitch for the press. Never touched her. For years I've only fucked the asses of hot reporters like you.

Of course Tim couldn't write it like that. No one would believe it. But only snoring continued to come out of the toilet. Tim didn't think he would be able to do the interview. He pressed save and closed his laptop. At that moment, he heard the toilet flush. His young and crisp interview partner came out. "Any more questions, boy?" he asked. "No, thank you very much for this very frank interview. I wish you all the best as you restart your career." replied the lad from the local paper. Tim had needed to get that off his chest. That felt good. Now the tour could go on. But before he went on stage, he desperately needed to relieve some pressure. "All the best to you, too, boy. Now come and get your reward, groupie." Tim unbuttoned his leather jeans. And the other Tim got down on his knees.

The concert was a huge success. A legend was back. But the sensation was the article by a young local editor about the singer's coming out.

#age progression #male tf #muscle tf #tank top #body swap

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library-of-ohara · 2 years

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"Throwing one last one in, it's pretty self indulgent. No, no not for me, for YOU. Yes, all you lovely writers! I wanna hear how you think your favorite character(s) cuddle (or "sleep in the same bed as" if you can't see them cuddling) their s/o! Scenario or headcanon, doesn't matter, I wanna hear how you think they cuddle! It can be anyone, I'm asking for YOUR faves. Take a moment to indulge lovelies"

requested by: @thegrandlinesimp written by: lemon (@eustasssimp) a/n: i took several moments to be so self indulgent with my favs thank u so much this was so good for my soul to write <3 also realized all my favs probably snore so loud

Eustass Kid, Thatch, Bartolomeo x GN reader

SFW tw: alc ment at the end of kid's Prompt: Sleeping in the same bed wc: 1.6k

Because of how late he tends to work in his workshop, it isn’t often that the two of you fall asleep together unless you wake up, see Kid isn’t in bed besides you, and drag him to bed yourself.

Despite his gruff, angry, egotistical and general bitch-ass exterior, ever since you got together he finds it hard to sleep without hearing your soft breathing next to him and feeling you next to him.

Side note- despite his tendency to get covered in grime and who tf knows what working in his workshop, he won’t sleep in bed without showering at least all the grime off and out of his hair. He is not risking having breakouts or some of the dirt/oil ruining his hair or bed sheets.

If he comes in and you’re asleep, he wouldn’t be the most careful trying not to wake you up, but he wouldn’t be as loud as he could be by any means. Kid wouldn’t be bothered by waking you up- if he does the worst you might do is grumble angrily then scooch as close as you can to him. It makes his heart swell with pride (and other emotions he’s pretending not to feel) feeling your arms around him and the way you get comfortable on his chest, even if it’s with the angry huff of being woken up.

If he can help it, the tulip wouldn’t fall asleep until he knows you’re asleep. There’s some soft indulgences he has that he doesn’t even want you seeing. When you fall asleep next to him, it’s with his arm around you and your head on his chest.

It took a while for him to get used to only having one arm and falling asleep with you, but he’s glad he at least has one to card his fingers through your hair while you sleep. He’d definitely judge if he saw any split ends, and would without reason talk to you about getting a hair trim or hair-care routine the next day.

Kid also tries to let you fall asleep first because he snores, and he knows how it annoys you based on how much you’d complain when you two first started sharing a bed. He’d grumble and deny it at first, but after seeing the bags that would form under a particularly restless night for you (and an undeniably restful night for him), he had half the heart to try and not just crash the second his head hit the pillow

If the both of you were up late partying, celebrating god knows what and getting drunk because hey you’re pirates, Kid is uncharacteristically good at getting you to bed without much trouble. Not only can he hold his liquor much better than you, but he’s used to getting his crew back from bars when they’ve all drunk their limit. He may be chaotic, brutish, and somewhat childish, but a captain takes care of his crew.

And, like a captain takes care of his crew, a boyfriend takes care of his partner. He’d grumble and complain about your giddy, smiley, easily distracted drunken state but can’t deny how fast his heart beats when you cling and cuddle up to him more freely in front of everyone. But, without fail he’d get you into bed and force you to have a glass of water before letting you pass out for the night.

One last thing: let him be the little spoon sometimes cowards

Cuddle-motherfucking-BUG

Thatch loves falling asleep after you, feeling the way you relax and lean further into him. He likes to read before bed, after he’s assured the lamplight won’t bother you of course, and having you tucked close to his side while he reads whatever romance novel has caught his attention this time is nothing short of a dream for him.

He’ll have a small smile on his face, unable to keep a hand from touching you, feeling you, reminding himself that this isn’t a dream, isn’t something from a romance novel, that he actually has you beside him. The chef would steal glances at you at every page turn, pulling you snug against him if you drifted away at all in your slumber

When he’s done reading, he swears the off click of his lamp has become one of his favorite sounds because after the lights are off, he gets to settle fully in bed next to you.

Thatch is accustomed to staying up late having to do things with the kitchen and preparing for the next day, and he has a bit of a bedtime routine to fully clean his hair, but there’s nothing he loves more than going to bed with you. He won’t read on especially late nights, opting instead just to spend more time cuddling before sleeping.

Beefy arms pulling you close to his chest, feeling the rumbling hum of satisfaction roll through him at the end of the day. “No better way to end the day than this, right sugar?”

Accompanied by a lot of little kisses, his hands love to wander and just feel you next to him. It’ll be a bit distracting at first, the way his hands would squeeze at the fat of your ass or thighs, or the way they’d dance along your sides, but eventually he settles and has his fill. When he does, the way the chef lightly traces patterns on your back or combs through your hair does wonders to lull you right to sleep.

He likes to fall asleep facing you, though he’ll roll to his back shortly after sleep takes him. But, until then, having his arms securely around you as he falls asleep is like a dream come true to him.

Thatch snores so loud. He knows it wakes you up sometimes, he feels bad about it, has tried to fix it (asked Marco to fix it 4 separate times even though he knows it’s not that kind of problem). So, to try and make up for it, he’ll always make sure you can sleep in.

He’s super careful not to wake you up when he has to get up at the crack of dawn to start breakfast, and will come check on you periodically throughout the morning to make sure you’re getting the sleep you need. If you grab after him in your sleep, or try to convince him to stay in bed at all if he wakes you up, Thatch has a very weak will when it comes to saying no to you.

The chef will always bring you tea or coffee to enjoy in bed, coupled with a caress to your knee and a tender kiss to your forehead, leaving you to a quiet morning by letting you know how long till breakfast is ready (he tells you 10 minutes if it’s really 15 so you can beat the morning rush of sleepy pirates)

Another cuddlebug to the max. Poor baby can’t decide if he’d rather hold you or be held, might go as far to make a schedule of who holds who each night to make sure he gets a good bit of both.

If he’s holding you, his arms are tight around you while his hands trace your skin with a touch so gentle, it caught you completely off guard at first. Barto can’t help but both want to hold you so tight that he could never let go, and treat you like the most treasured, fragile thing in the world. So, him holding you is a mix of soft touches and careful caresses while you’re held firmly to his chest.

He wouldn’t give you many kisses, always worried about his teeth, but would give you little headbutts or let his forehead rest against yours whenever there was an opportunity.

Barto is softer in bed with you than he is with you around other people. The privacy calms his nerves, he doesn’t have to worry about anyone giving you the wrong look or doing anything that makes him feel jealous. When it’s truly just you two, he indulges himself in your presence.

He can’t help falling asleep after you when he’s holding you, too entranced by you to fall asleep before you do. The rooster-head murmurs sweet nothings to you, a gentle finger tracing along your cheek as he lets his head rest against yours. Once you’re asleep, he’ll take in everything about you, falling asleep with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, unable to believe how lucky he is to sleep next to you.

If you’re holding him, his head is buried in your chest with no intention to leave any time soon. Barto loves feeling your hands trace the muscles of his back, brush through his hair, trace along the back of his neck. It sends shivers down his spine every time.

He’ll probably cry at least the first few times, if not every time you hold him. Feeling your arms around him, hearing your heart beating steadily in your chest, being able to press soft, careful kisses to your chest and neck as he feels your hands roam around his skin is overwhelming to him. He loves you so much, second to the Strawhats only, that it never ceases to amaze him that he managed to win your heart over

He’s used to being booed and jeered at, known far and wide as a general menace to society, so feeling the soft warmth of you holding him isn’t something he’d soon get used to

Barto would be worried about crushing you at first, he’s so generally big that how could he not worry, but once you assure him that no, you won’t be crushed by him laying on you, he only hesitates slightly before getting comfortable on your chest.

He falls asleep incredibly fast whenever you hold him, his snores softer than they are when you’re laying on him

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece scenarios #one piece imagines #eustass captain kid #eustass kid x reader #kid x reader #eustass kid x you #kid x you #one piece thatch #thatch #thatch x reader #thatch x you #bartolomeo the cannibal #bartolomeo x reader #bartolomeo x you #lemon writes

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,015

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Year posted - 2022

Tags - @80s4life - @wafners-eternity-serum

"Seriously (Y/n), how the hell do you get any sleep at night?" Christmas asked before sipping his beer, the woman in question chuckled softly into her own drink. "He snores like a fucking bear." Ross added, making Gunner roll his eyes, despite the grin on his face. "Who said anything about sleeping?" Gunner mused suggestively, his hand beneath the table giving (Y/n)'s thigh a playful squeeze. "Didn't you say something about only lasting ten seconds?" Caesar taunted the Sweed, who scoffed angrily at him. "If Gunner only lasted ten seconds, then I would have time to work on my projects." (Y/n) cut in before winking to her lover. "But considering none of my projects have been touched in literal weeks, that is most definitely not the case. Seriously it's a wonder I can walk straight." (Y/n) snorted at the groans emitting from the others, and totally relishing in the smirk on Gunners face. "But to answer your question Christmas, I wear headphones to bed." Christmas and Ross both snorted in response to her words. "Otherwise I would have killed him ages ago." (Y/n) teased, before pecking Gunners pouting cheek. "I've been tempted a few times." Ross hummed before sipping his beer. "I don't snore that loud." Gunner huffed, now entirely fed up with the teasing. "You rattle the fucking walls." Caesar sassed, making everyone but (Y/n) and Gunnar laugh.

---Later at home---

"Do you really have to sleep with headphones because of me?" Gunner asked in a soft tone as he joined (Y/n) in bed. "Oh baby." (Y/n) sighed softly as she scooted closer to him, resting her head against his solid chest. "I don't wear them because of you honey, I've just always listened to music when I sleep, and I never wanted to bother you with it, so I wear my headphones." (Y/n) tilted her head up to look at him, smiling softly at the confusion in his eyes. "Why would your music ever bother me?" Gunner asked with a slight tilt of his head. "Well most people can't sleep with music playing." (Y/n) shrugged, tangling her fingers with Gunners larger ones. "Well I've slept through much worse Princess." He squeezed her hand a little. "So no headphones tonight?" He asked. "Are you sure Gun?" (Y/n) sat up to look into his eyes properly. "Yeah of course." He nodded his head. "And if your snoring starts to bother me?" (Y/n) asked playfully, snickering when Gunner rolled his eyes. "Then wake me up, so I can exhaust you to the point where you'll sleep through a hurricane." He sassed with a grin, pulling her more firmly against his body. "Oh really?" (Y/n) hummed as she turned to straddle Gunners hips. "On second thought, why don't I just exhaust you now?" Gunner mused with a grin, his eyes sparkling when (Y/n) not so subtlety grinded against him. "Maybe." She whispered with a smirk, giggling when Gunner kissed her hungrily.

*I personally have always slept with music playing, so I have to use headphones sometimes. Anyways Gunners snoring in the second movie, had me cackling all over again, and this little story blossomed from that. Hope you enjoyed! 💚

(Update : I realized I spelled his fucking name wrong again! Fuck I keep doing that! *Aggressively facepalms* Maybe one day I'll remember it's ar and not er.)

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