i miss the rest of ya too

Flashes (Part 2)

Summary: Soulmate AU. “The fault, dear Brutus is not in our stars, / But in ourselves, that we are underlings.” - William Shakespeare (Julius Caesar)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,831

Warnings: language, fluff, wishful thinking, angst, sadness, borderline depression, sarcasm, discrimination, tw: terrible family relations, shunning

A/N: Well, I did it…at least I tried. The lovely @minervaem challenged me (sort of) to do an angsty story. I’m warning you now, it’s not gonna be pretty.

Lots of reader backstory here. Hopefully it’s not boring!

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Originally posted by heartsnmagic

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Spider-Boy (Peter Parker x Reader)

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: “Can you do a peter parker imagine where he comes back from the airport fight in civil war and the reader bandages him up and it turns smutty?”(@fvckallthefandoms )

Words: 1441

Warnings: Smut, Oral, mild language? I think that’s it?

A/N: Sorry I changed the request a bit, but I couldn’t find the way to write it like that Also, Peter is at least the age of consent in whichever country you’re from :)


I paced back and forth in my room, anxiously biting my nails as I waited for my best friend Peter to come back. He’d been away fighting with the Avengers, and he had promised to swing by my room as soon as he was done there. Literally.
I discoverer that Peter Parker was Spider-Man a few months ago when I started to get suspicious of the injuries he sustained almost every day. I had turned up unexpectedly at his house and of course May let me straight into Pete’s room. As I flung the door open I had yelled in surprise to find Spider-Man lying in Peter’s bed. “I knew it!” I’d said as he tried to deny the fact he was Spider-Man.(To no avail.)
I gave up my restless pacing and collapsed face first onto my bed with a sigh. He’d said he’d be back within an hour or two, but it was already 10'o'clock at night. After a moment, I raised my head to check the time and my heart almost stopped. I leapt back with a scream and fell inelegantly off the bed, landing sprawled on the carpet. Huffing angrily, I stood up as the person in my room creased with laughter. “Peter! It’s not funny! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
Pete pulled off his mask and walked over to sit on my bed, still laughing. “I’m sorry, Y/N. But you should have seen your face!”
“Shut it, Spider-Boy.” I grumbled as I sat next to him, faking still being angry with him.
“I missed you.” Pete said, sidling up yo my side and slinging an arm around my shoulder with a smile.
“I missed you too, ya doofus.” I replied and gave in, shooting him a grin.

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53. Veronica Lodge x Fem!Reader

(gif credit: velmadinklev & phebobuffay)

Summary: You meet Veronica at school. She’s rather intrigued by you because she can’t quite pin you down.

Note: If you want, listen to Paul Anka’s put your head on my shoulder, and you are my destiny. It’ll make the imagine ten times better ;)

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Pretty Little Secret- AJ Styles (1/2)

Pairing: AJ Styles x OFC (Michelle)

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,040

Warning: Daddy Kink, semi-public sex, cum marking, breeding kink, unprotected sex, major dirty talk, talk of tit fucking, oral (male and female), slight bondage. (I regret nothing writing this)

Plot: Secret lovers are finally reunited after being apart for so long. They are in for a long and intense night of pleasure. And by the end of it, their relationship might not be so secret.

*Part 2 will be posted May 21st!*

Originally posted by the-geekgoddes

I can hardly contain my excitement, heart almost beating out of my chest as I practically run down the halls at the RAW arena. I finally get to see my boyfriend for the first time in nearly two months. Feels like a life time, considering we have only been dating for about four months, going two months of the four without seeing each other, it is a life time. But it comes with the territory of dating one of the biggest names in WWE, AJ Styles.

“Whoa there girlie, where’s the fire?” Enzo grabs me by the arms before I hit the floor as I slip on a wet spot.

I let out a nervous giggle, “Uh, I’m just on my way to meet someone.”

“Must be someone important to have you nearly hurt yourself to get to ‘em.”

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rebloggedliked  asked:

I want to say that I love your writings but that doesn't do it justice. I look forward to them. Also, can I ask for one we're reader is a tomboy that acts flirtatious and confident- but it's really to mask very low self-esteem- and secretly crushes on Mcree. They'd never ask because of this even though they've been best friends since forever. Somehow, Jessie finds out and uses this to tell reader about his feelings for them (you can use your imagination for the end). Thanks you for reading this!

((A/N - you are too kind! I hope you enjoy 💜))

You wished you had a hat. Not a cowboy hat like Jesse’s, but just a beanie or a cap or something. Your locks kept on being flung into your face by the wind, no matter how many times you tucked them behind your ear. You felt self-conscious as you hadn’t washed your hair today. A nice hat could cover it up. Granted it was a nice day, and the small inconvenience was probably worth it because the view from the café’s garden was incredible. Perched on the peak of a grassland, you could see rolling hills for miles, with the odd patch of darkened woods where if you looked closely, wild rabbits could be seen hopping around. At least you could, if your view wasn’t obstructed by hair.

“Maybe y'should get the chop.” Jesse observed, sipping at his beer in the dark green bottle.
You huffed at him, holding your hair in both hands as makeshift pigtails, which made him cackle.

“Maybe you should let me borrow your hat.”
“No way, doll. Should'a brought your own.
“Please? How am I supposed to enjoy our lovely day out if I can’t even see.”

Now it was Jesse’s turn to huff. Putting his bottle down on the worn metal bistro table, he gingerly took off his hat. Swooping your hair over your right shoulder and holding it there, you reached over and used your left hand to ruffle his mop as a thank you. He placed the hat down on your head forcefully.

“Oi. Not necessary.” You pouted, plaiting your hair skillfully.

He grinned at you.

“What?”
“Howdy, pard'ner.”
“… What?” You asked again, still confused.
“Your hair. My hat. You look like a proper cowgirl.”

You snorted. Jesse picked up his beer.

“Comin’ from the legendary Jesse McCree himself?” You exaggerated the southern belle accent, placing a hand in the centre of your chest.

He nearly spat his drink over you, but managed to swallow it.
“My goodness, (Y/N). Is that really what I sound like?”
Eyes wide, he wiped a hand over his smiling lips to get rid of a spatter of beer.

“No, but you have to admit you do put it on sometimes.”
“Alright, I will admit that. Only if you admit ya like wearin’ my hat.” He smirked devilshly.
You smiled, but your brows were furrowed as to say of course you did.
“Jesse.”
“(Y/N).”
“Half of my wardrobe is made up of your old clothes.”
“No. I have to keep buying new clothes because ya keep on stealin’ them.”
You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head, laughing.
“You have a point. What’re best friends for if you don’t share clothes?”

You managed to take a swig of your beer, now that your hair was out of the equation.

He was still looking at you, half a smile on his lips.

“What?”
“Nothin’. Jus’ like bein’ here with you is all.”
“Cute. Now stop being sappy and finish your beer. I want to buy a hat.”
His eyes narrowed at you, keeping contact until he gulped the last drop. Jesse plonked the bottle on the table, followed by a satisfied ‘ahh.’

“I’m surprised you’re not g'na keep that one.” Scraping his chair back he nodded to the leather material protecting your head.

“I haven’t decided yet. We’ll see how lucky I get.”
“You’ve got me. I’ll say you’re pretty darn lucky.”
A dust of pink scattered your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at him and stood up.

He was your best friend, and had been for a very long time. Okay, there were times that you had thought of him as more, but you didn’t want to ruin what you already had. You’d watched too many TV shows and movies where friends decided to be in a relationship and they’d ended up breaking up and not talking to each other again. You knew better. You hoped Jesse knew better too. However, you hadn’t been in a proper relationship in a very long time, your last one ending on somewhat bad terms. It really put a damper on your confidence, and you weren’t particularly keen to go through it again.

Yeah, and Jesse was there to comfort you after the breakup.

That’s because he’s my best friend.

You like him.

Of course I do, he’s my friend.

That’s a cover up and you know it. You like him.

Your lips narrowed and brows furrowed at your internal battle.

“You okay, doll? Y'look a bit outta it.”
“Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You put on a fake smile and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the café.

His warm, large, firm hand that could easily make you bend to his will.

Woah there. Not in public.

Suddenly realising how clammy your palms were, you instantly pulled your hand out of Jesse’s grip and looked back to flash a quick smile to reassure him.

Stepping into a clothing store you picked up the first hat you saw, even if it was in the men’s section. You carefully took off Jesse’s hat and handed it to him to hold. Shoving the grey woollen beanie on your head, you span and turned to look at Jesse expectantly.

“Well?”
“Not g'na lie. You look like a female Reyes.”
 You snorted and pulled the hat off, a few strands of your hair coming loose. Jesse came forward and gently brushed them behind your ear. He pointed to a cap.
“Whatta ‘bout that one?”
You put the beanie back on the hook and tried on the cap. You raised an eyebrow.

“Grungy.”
“You’re too old to even know what that word means.”
“’S'cuse me?”
You chuckled, reaching up on your toes to pat his head. You’d never really noticed how much taller he was than you.
“It’s okay, sweetie. We all get old one day.”
You turned around to look in the mirror just in time to miss Jesse blush.
“I might get this one. Seems okay.”
“Yeah, suits ya, doll.”
You smiled at his compliment, your eyes catching in the mirror.

Taking the cap off and flattening the rest of your hair, you made your way over to the tills to pay.

“Hi there! Did you find everything you needed today?” The cashier asked.
“Yeah, thanks. I only needed a hat as Mr. Grumpy Pants got annoyed I had to borrow his.”
You like to think she let out a genuine laugh.
You paid for the hat, joking around with the cashier while she put it in a bag.
“I hope you and your boyfriend have a lovely rest of the day.”
“Thanks!”

Wait. What?!

You span around on your heels, too embarrassed to correct her.

You are just friends.

That’s bullcrap and you know it.

Stop. There’s nothing more.

You hold hands. You wear his clothes. You enjoy being in each other’s company. You’ve seen the way he looks at you, right?

Shit.

You pulled the hat out of the bag and tore the tags off. You stuffed it on your head, grinning at Jesse.
“Now I don’t have to steal yours.”
He looked at you, blank faced.
“I heard what the cashier said.”
“You did? Oh. Funny, huh?”
“You didn’t correct her.”
“Erm, nope. Sorry? I guess.”

He broke into a grin.

“Don’t apologise.”
He threw his arm around your shoulder as you both walked down the street.

“Have you ever imagined us being t'gether?”
“I mean.. That’s a full on question.”
“Yae or nae, is all I need.”
“Okay, sure.”
“Good. So’ve I.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at him, the brim of your cap casting a shadow over your face.

“You have?”
“Di'n’t I jus’ say that?”
You pressed your lips together.
“Well.. How did it pan out?”
“We were happy. We’ve known each other for such a long time, (Y/N).”
“I know we have, but I don’t want to ruin what we already have.”
“You pulled your hand away from me earlier.”
“Yep.”
“What was that about? Did'ja get freaked out it seemed we were more than ‘friends’?” He exaggerated friends with his finges doing air quotations.

He needed to stop changing the subject too quickly, he was catching you off guard.

“Er,” you coughed slightly, “Sure.”
You dipped out from under his arm and started walking over to a vacant bench. He was immediately behind you, you both sitting down at the same time.

“I don’t wanna do anythin’ that makes ya feel weird.”
“It’s weird even talking about it.”

Jesse let out a hearty chuckle. He put his hand on your thigh and his chocolate eyes met yours.
“Seriously, (Y/N). I’ve noticed the way ya look at me.”
You glanced away, feeling like a deer in headlights the way he was staring at you so intently.
“We can go slow. Everything would still be the same. I’ll still be the same ol’ Jesse McCree ‘nd look after ya. There’d just be sex every once in a while.”
You snapped back to look at him, mouth agape.
“Jesse McCree. We are in public!“ 
He grinned at you wolfishly.
“Well? Whadd'ya say?”
“I-”
You weren’t used to being put on the spot.
“Sure.”
He encased you in a bear hug.
“Y'all have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that.” His voice slightly muffled from being buried in the crook of your neck. You leant into him, smiling.

See, was that so difficult?

You hated your internal voice. She was always right.

“Wait 'til I tell everybody back at base.”
“Hey, we haven’t-”
“It’s official, (Y/N).” He sat back and grinned. “C'mon!”

He dragged you from off the bench, headed to where the car was parked, practically bouncing around like an enthusiastic puppy.

You shook your head to yourself and smiled. What on earth had you gotten yourself into.

anonymous asked:

Hi I don't know if you're still doing a sleepover Saturday but I was wondering if I could request either a Sirius or Remus teasing blurb please? Those boys are marauders and are constantly up to no good, regardless of the scenario ;)

It had already been a long day. After 3 tests and handing in a major essay, you were ready to just curl up with Remus and cuddle for the rest of the evening. The Fat Lady swung open to a bustling common room. Remus was at a table with the other Marauders, his back to you, laughing at something James had just said. You quietly walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Y/N! So glad you’re back!” he beamed, kissing you on the cheek. “How’s your day been?”

“Horrid. Three exams in one day ought to be banned.” You moved around the side of him to take a seat in his lap. Remus’ messy hair was tousled on the top of his head; his eyes were full of light as he looked at your tired face.

“You want to go upstairs, relax a little?” he whispered in your ear as he ran his thumb along your back. You nodded quickly and got back on your feet. “Well guys, we’ll see you later.”

The boys poked fun at you as you ascended the stairs to the boy’s dormitory. You climbed into his bed quickly, waiting eagerly for him to join you. Remus towered over you as you looked up at him. There was something behind his eyes, something playful.

“What are you thinking right now…” you asked, looking over his face for any clues. All he did was smile back a mischievous smile.  

“Oh, nothing,” he said, still smirking.

“Ok…because I really just want to nap. I’ve had a bad day, Moony,” you said with a warning look on your face.

“I know, sweetheart. Just here to take care of you.” He lowered himself down next to you, pulling you in close to his chest. Remus moved his hand along your waist, slowing down when he was aligned with your center. Gradually, he moved his hand, lightly cupping between your legs.

“Remus,” you whined. You were just on the edge of sleep. Part of you felt guilty for wanting to turn him down, but the other part of you was too exhausted to put up with him teasing.

“Yes, my love?”

“What are you doing?” you asked, your eyes now closed again.

“Nothing. Just missed you today,” he replied innocently. He let his hand rest there for a moment, lulling you into a false sense of security. But then his fingers began to dance along the waistband of your pants, playing casually with the button.

“Remus John!” you yelled, irritated he wasn’t just letting you be. He laughed to himself, clearly very amused with the reaction he’d gotten from you. “You’ve spent far too much time with Pads and Prongs today.”

“I’m just teasing ya. I know you’re tired, love.” He placed a kiss on your furrowed brow. “I just can’t help bugging you. You’re so cute when you’re grumpy. But I promise I’ll stop.” You couldn’t help but smile any time he called you cute, even if you were supposed to be irritated with him. But above anything, he was a sweetheart, so he kept his promise and held you until you were finally able to sleep for the first time in what felt like days. 

Until the Flowers Bloom Again- Part 1

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You had waited so long for Yoongi to return from his world tour.

Genre: Angst

Prompt: “It’s not like I missed you or anything.” (request by @look-im-powerless)

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A/N: I had Spring Day on loop while I wrote this…

**”tsundere” = someone who acts cold but is actually soft af aka Min Yoongi


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Not Dead After All

One more Wattpad request this round! I do not own Dwalin. He belongs to J.R.R.Tolkien. 

Warnings: A bit of fluff and a bit of angst…I think that’s all

Pairings: Dwalin x fem!reader

Originally posted by middleearthsource

Dwalin sat with his tankard of ale in the banquet hall of Erebor. The grumpy dwarf was glad his journey was done. It had worn on him. Not that he would complain. He had set out to regain his home with his king, but not for his king. He had done it for you, to keep his promise to you.

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Show and Tell

Ok, so @alexispoo and I were having a convo and she came up with this amazingly hot idea for a fic. I am merely the writer. All credit for the idea goes to her.

Prompt: You and your man Colin Cassady are starting to get hot and heavy in the bedroom, when Enzo walks in. Big Cass tells him he can watch, but he can’t touch his princess. Some Daddy Kink.

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anonymous asked:

ok so imagine: keith catching a cold and getting sent out of training to rest and lance is jealous af bc he's ??? tired?? and he wants to miss training too??? so he endlessly tries to catch what keith has via constantly being around him and maybe even kissin him

Okay so wow I am 100% here for this

-Keith has obvious symptoms all morning, everyone is concerned except Lance

-Shiro feels Keith’s forehead after he falls over during training and sends him to bed

-Lance tries to be cool but is internally screaming because Keith isn’t taking advantage of a day off which is all Lance wants because ya boy is so exhausted

-Lance is determined to get sick so he can have a day off

-Lance offers to check on Keith all day, everyone is confused that Lance is so eager but they brush it off as “oh he has siblings so he must be a natural caretaker”

-Keith is a miserable sniffly baby in his bed and wants no company including Lance

-Lance is like “Yo, please give me your cold”

-Keith is like “The fuck is wrong with you”

-They bicker over why getting a day off is a sweet deal or not

-Keith’s fever spikes and Lance ends up watching him overnight, not even worried about wanting to get sick anymore

-Once Keith’s fever is lowered again, Lance refuses to leave his side and watches over him

-Keith and Lance get into deep talks™ about training and talk about their insecurities and Lance admits he really wants a break because he is so tired

-Keith says “Well you can take a break now?” And offers him a spot in his bed, scoots over

-Lance abides and cuddles a fevery Keith all night and they kiss a little

-Keith wakes up a little better but still sick, Lance wakes up sniffling and stuffed up like Keith was when he started out

-Shiro orders them both to bedrest trying not to pop a nerve at these dumb lovestruck children

Donovan: Love At First Sight

Donovan x Reader

Anon: Are you taking requests? If so, I would love something with Donovan and a living human (preferably female) reader. I love love love soulmate fluff, if you don’t mind. Maybe he lures her to a hotel room as a potential victim but then sees his name on her and his plans change? 

- Here you go, anon. Hope you liked it <3


A man you met on tinder planned to meet you at the Hotel Cortez. You’ve spent over 30 minutes waiting at the bar and he was nowhere to be found, you figured he stood you up. 

“Care for a drink now, hun?” The bartender, you learned her name is Liz, asked. Putting your phone down, you replied. “Yeah, might as well. I’ll have a Long Island." 

"Right away.” Liz smiled and started making your drink. 

“Thanks." 

Out of nowhere, this man sat next to you, then immediately spoke to Liz. "I got her drink, Liz. Just get me a whiskey.” He winked at you. “I’m Donovan. What’s your name, doll face?" 

"Y/N.” You blushed. “You didn’t have to, but thank you.” Those beautiful blue eyes drew you in so fast, it was almost hypnotizing. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He waved a hand. “But hey, Liz’s drinks are awfully expensive. How about you come to my room? I mean, it’s free." 

"I’m sorry, but I’m not like that. And besides, I just met you?” You said to Donovan, with a questionable look on your face. He came off pretty strong. That definitely was a bold move for him to make. 

“Oh no no no. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m having a small party in my room. I promise you, it’s completely harmless.” He looks to Liz for assistance. “You can trust me.” You look at Liz and she nods, then Donovan looks back at you and smiles. 

“Uh, okay sure. My date stood me up anyways, so why not.” You shrugged your shoulders and chugged your drink. I mean why not? It’s not like you had anything else better to do, anyways. “Hold on, let me go use the bathroom real quick." 

"Yeah yeah, go for it." 

As you started heading to the bathroom, Liz walks around the bar to stand next to Donovan. "Poor girl, she doesn’t know what’s coming to her." 

"She is beautiful. I bet her blood tastes amazing.” Donovan licks his lips.

Liz reaches over for a towel, then makes her way to start wiping down the tables.

Minutes later you come back. “Okay, I’m ready.” “Perfect. After you.” Donovan puts his arm straight out, guiding you to walk first towards the elevator. 

“So how long are you staying here?” You asked Donovan. 

“I live here, actually. My girlfriend recently dumped me too.” Donovan looks down and starts fiddling with his fingers. 

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Why? If you don’t mind me asking." 

"She um, just wasn’t ready to commit to me. She wanted to be with someone else, I guess.” Donovan sighs. 

“Wow really? That’s surprising.” You looked up at Donovan and patted his arm.

“And why’s that?” Donovan looked at you and asked. “Well I mean, to be honest you’re very handsome and you seem like a nice person. She doesn’t deserve you.” You said, sounding as genuine as you can. 

He smiles at your remark. That’s the nicest thing he’s heard anyone say that him in awhile, besides his mother. “You really think so, Y/N?" 

Finally reaching the elevator, you let’s you in first, then presses the button for the 5th floor. 

"Yeah I do. I know we just met. But I mean it.” You said, placing a piece of hair behind your ear. 

Hearing what he heard from you just may have changed his mind about making you his snack. The elevator was silent while he thought about what you said: Was what Elizabeth and I had real or was it just lust? Did she ever even love me? Is Y/N supposed to be my soulmate? I mean, she is very pretty and nice too. As thirsty as I am for blood, I can’t do this to this poor girl. Does she like me or is she just saying nice things to make me feel better? God dammit.

Donovan looks at you. You noticed from the corner of your eye, so you looked back at him and smiled. 

DING! 

After the both of you walk out of the elevator, you continued to follow Donovan. “So how many people are at this party of yours?" 

"Not much. Just two.” Donovan responds. 

“Oh.” You said, sounding surprised. A party to you is 10+ people. But whatever. You went along with it. 

Reaching to Room 54, Donovan grabs a key from his pocket and unlocks the door. Entering the room, you see a gorgeous woman with thick wavy girls and an elderly woman with large glasses on. 

“Y/N, this is Iris.” Donovan puts a hand on your back and uses the other hand to point at Iris. 

Originally posted by becheven

Iris walks up to you and shakes your hand, sniffing the air. She could smell the blood running through your veins. “Pleasure meeting you. You smell good.”

“Um, thanks.” You smiled, trying not to feel awkward. 

Then, Donovan points at the other woman. “And this is Ramona." 

She definitely had a strong personality by the way she carries herself. "Well she’s a pretty little thang you got here, Donovan.” Ramona said with a loud tone and strong attitude. It intimidated you a little. 

“Thank you, Ramona.” You replied, putting your hands behind your back while slowly spinning your body left and right. 

Donovan looks at you and says with a low tone. “Hey Y/N, can you give us a sec?" 

"Yeah sure. Of course.” While the three of them walked a few feet away to talk, you sat on the edge of the bed, then took your phone out of your purse to go through it to pass time. 

“Okay you guys, I know what this is supposed to be. But I’ve changed my mind about her.” Donovan whispers, while glancing at you to make sure you couldn’t hear. 

Ramona sat down, then shook her dead in disagreement. “Whatchu mean, boy? So you’re telling me that she ain’t our snack? Because momma’s hungry.” She really was hungry for blood and was disappointed that Donovan promised to provide that for them and didn’t.

Originally posted by fionagoddess

“No. I mean, she was. But not anymore.” Donovan added. 

“What are you talking about, Donovan?” Iris asked in confusion. 

“Boy fell in love. Love at first sight, hm?” Ramona asked.

“Something like that. She’s different. That’s the vibe I got off of her.” Donovan answers. It’s true, he felt something for you after what you said to him. He thought Elizabeth was the one, but it may even be you. He was willing to take the risk. 

Ramona rolls her eyes. “Yeah yeah yeah." 

Iris puts her hand on Donovan’s chest, looking at him in acceptance. "That’s alright, son. Don’t worry about it." 

The three of them break their secret circle. You noticed, so you put your phone back in your purse. With Ramona’s loud voice, she says, "Well it was nice meetin’ you sweetheart, but I gotta get going." 

"Me too.” Iris smiles at you. 

“Aw already? I just got here.” You pouted. Donovan said it was a party, so you expected a party. 

“Yeah, Miss Ramona is gonna go grab a bite to eat, then get some rest.” Ramona says as she hugs you goodbye, then walks towards the door, holding it open for Iris. “Donovan, you take care of that girl. Ya hear?” Ramona says to Donovan. You couldn’t tell if she meant it or if she was being sarcastic, from the way her personality is. 

“And Liz needs me at the check in desk. But it was nice meeting you, dear.” Iris waves goodbye to you and follows out with Ramona. 

Once the room accompanied only you and Donovan, you stood up and asked. “That’s it? Some party." 

At the table fit for two, Donovan sat down. "Yeah but that’s alright. I’m fine with it being just the two of us.” Still sitting, he pulls the chair out next to him and pats it for you to sit down. 

You realized Donovan had a point, which you agreed to. “Same here.” You sat down. On the table was a bottle of whiskey and a few glasses, you poured yourself and Donovan a glass. 

Donovan looks at you, mesmerized. “So Y/N, have I told how beautiful you look?”

Mistletoe Kisses

John Laurens x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1317

Warnings: Alcohol, mild swearing, and kissing

A/N: OH MY GOD I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE! Sorry it took for so long. We are going to try to do 12 days of Christmas from now on. I hope you enjoy!


Everyone was gathered and chatting, sipping cups of hot cocoa and eggnog. Alex smiled at his wife Eliza and kissed her on the nose. She smiled back at him. It was a rare occasion nowadays to see the two of them happy together. They were happy when they were together, they just weren’t together.

Lafayette had his arm around a pretty blonde girl. He looked up at the mistletoe that dangled above them. He grinned and kissed her forehead. He pulled her in close.

You closed the door tentatively behind you and walked into the kitchen. John Laurens and everyone else turned around to greet you with hugs. John embraced you.

Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, and Aaron Burr were sat in the den arguing over something. Rather, Thomas was shouting at Aaron; he was neither agreeing or arguing he just had a tense look on his face. James just shook his head at the two of them and sipped his hot cocoa.

“Can I get your coat?” John asked you holding out his hand to you.

“Oh, um yeah.” You tried to slip off your coat but it got stuck, you fidgeted awkwardly and blushed at John. He smiled warmly at you and helped you pull it off. He put on his arm and placed it on the coat wrap. “Thanks.” you said.

“Of course.” He blushed.

The kitchen was still full of conversation but you and John just smiled at each other. It felt like everything had gone quiet. That it was just the two of you. This thought was interrupted by a suddenly drunk Alexander. He swung his arm around John. He swayed on his feet and laughed.

“How’s it goooooooing, Johnnnnnny!”

John laughed and looked to you then Alex. “Are you drunk?”

“Totalllly! This eggnog is strong dude, I liiiiike it.”

“I didn’t put any alcohol in the eggnog, Alexander.”

Alex chuckled and leaned back in laughter. He nearly fell over. He slapped John hard on the back with a cartoon slap. “Course not, Johnnny! I did!” Alex dropped the mug in his hand nonchalantly, shattering glass and spilling egg nog everywhere.

“Hey!” John shouted.

“Alexander!” Eliza yelled.

Alex reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out a flask. He unscrewed the cap, his arm still around John. He tipped it back. “Killer party duude.”

“Why are you drinking?” You asked.

The smile on his face immediately disappeared and was replaced with a somber look. “The missus and I ain’t the happiest ya know.” You turned to frown at Alex.

Eliza walked around the mess and moved Alex’s arm to over her shoulder.

“Oooh, you’re pretty, miss. Can I take you home?” Alex laughed into his wife’s face.

Eliza had a mix of a grimace and smile. “Of course, we’ll go right now.” She turned back to the rest of the party. “I’ll going to take Alexander home, good night guys!” She smiled at John. “Thanks for inviting me, John.”

“Bye, Eliza.”

Eliza stopped in front of you. She didn’t say anything. Just looked between you and John. Her eyes connected the space between you too. Alex was digging his nose into her air. “Ooooh you smell like my wife. Oh, you look like my wife.” he giggled and shook his head at her. “Don’t tell Eliza please.”

Eliza smiled at everyone one last time and walked through the door with a wasted Alexander.

Hercules came over to you and John with a dustpan and broom. He sweeped the glass into the pan and wiped the floor with a towel on his arm. “Thanks, Herc.” John said. He smiled charismatically.

“Hey! Guys!” John shouted. The conversations died down to nothing and everyone turned to pay attention. “I guess Alex already got the after party already started. The beer and whiskey are in the cupboard below the sink.”

Everyone cheered and resumed their conversations.

“Hey, (Y/N), I want to show you something.”

You looked at John. You had been staring past him absorbed in your thoughts. “Okay.” you smiled at him. He offered his hand out to you. You took his into yours. He led you upstairs.

You looked back at someone for help as he walked you upstairs. You weren’t ready. It was too quick. You hadn’t even kissed yet. John moved fast apparently. You suddenly regretted coming to the party. You walked now somber with John.

You walked into the bedroom with him. It was neat and smelled of cinnamon. Still, you sighed and waited. John let go of your hand and reached into his drawer for something. Oh dear god, you thought.

He sat down on the bed with him. He smiled and took your hand again. He held out a picture frame to you. You looked back at him and smiled.

It was a picture of the two of you, bundled in your coats on an ice rink. Alex had taken it. You were friends with Eliza and she introduced you to John. He was charming and goofy. You loved him from the moment you set eyes on him. He tried to teach you how to ice skate. Alex had captured the moment of incandescent laughter between the two of you as you almost fell over and John caught you, and almost fell over too. It was the first day you met.

“This is my favorite picture.” John said.

“Mine too.”

John stood up, your hands still in his. His curly hair was pulled into a taut pony tail. His freckled cheeks made him even cuter. He smiled tentatively at you and took a step closer. His shoe touched the tip of yours. John Laurens was passionate and determined. You knew that from the moment you met him. He always acted like he always gets what he wants. But now, staring into his eyes you think differently. He is really shy underneath and gentle.

“(Y/N), I need to tell you something.”

Your silence was his cue. You didn’t want to ruin this moment. John smiled and breathed out. “From the moment I saw you, you took my breath away. Everything surprised me. Your laugh is my favorite sound. Your smile is my favorite thing. You are my favorite, (Y/N). When I’m feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things. Your smile. Your laugh. Your name. Your personality. Anything you do, (Y/N), I can’t take my eyes off you. You make my heart race but at the same time, you make me feel calm. (Y/N), I’m crazy about you. I’ve been trying to say this for awhile, and this probably isn’t the time of place. One of the cheesiest times of the year to tell you this, it’s almost as bad as Valentine’s Day-”

“I like it. It’s romantic.” you said.

He smiles and sighs. “I just couldn’t wait any longer. I can’t and I won’t. (Y/N), you are beautiful, and perfect, elegant, a terrible ice skater, you are-”

“I love you.”

John blinked. “What?”

“John. John Laurens. Johnny. Papa John.” you smiled with tears in your eyes. “I love you.”

“I-I-I…”

John fell silent and you both looked above you. The little golden bells jingled on the sparkling mistletoe. Your gazes fell back on each other. “Now kiss me, God dam-”

There wasn’t any space left between you. Only space left to explore. You wrapped your hands around his neck. It was passionate by how slow it was. You and John slowed time and space.

“John? John-hey-Oh.” you heard Hercules say outside the door. John kicked the door back with his foot, slamming the door shut.

John didn’t have to say it for you to know. Nothing he ever said would change how it felt about you. But he said it anyway. He pulled away and smiled. “I love you God damn it.”

“God damn it.” You smiled and pulled him in for another

Professor Pride Week 12

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Title: Professor Pride Week 12

Pairing: Professor!Pride x Reader

Word Count: 1,261

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I know this is a little late, but NEVER FEAR! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

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You thought Dwayne’s reaction to a coffee on his desk would change after all this time, but it never did.  He always smiled at the coffee cup on his desk.  You’d always look down at your laptop and smile to yourself.  There was something about his smile that made it worth it every time.

When Pride set down his coffee, he stepped away from his desk, instantly gaining everyone’s attention.  He always seemed to rub his hands together when he wanted to start class.

“Ah’m gonna give y’all your last assignment for the semester,” Pride announced to the class.  “It’s a pretty simple task.  Ah’m gonna give y’all the whole week to do it.  Just in case you’re tryin’ta finish other class work.”  He waited for the chatter to die down before continuing.  “Ah want y’all to write a report on what’cha’ve learned ‘bout New Orleans.  What have you experienced?  Did somethin’ change your opinion ‘bout New Orleans?  Would ya ever come back to New Orleans on your own?  Why or why not?  I think ya get the gist of it.”  

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|Daryl Dixon imagine| requested


It had been about two months since the prison fell apart, the screams and the blood was all I remembered from that day. The group got split up and we all had to go our separate ways, from what I could see everyone split off with someone from the group, unfortunately I had nobody to go with so now I was left to survive by myself … and protect mine and Daryl’s baby that I was carrying. I had such high hopes of being reunited with the group and with Daryl especially but now with each moment passing I was completely loosing hope.

I gripped my stomach as I felt my baby stir and kick harshly. “Jesus, you’re one strong kid, take after your father.” I whispered to myself smiling as I continued on the main road heading to god knows where. I kept my gun raised at all times always on alert, I’d occasionally hear noises in the bushes hoping Daryl would step out but usually it’ll be a walker or some animal. I stopped and drank the last bit of my water making a mental note to get more. I heard another rustle in the bushes and turned around with my gun raised at the noise, “Hello? Daryl?” I said. ‘Don’t be stupid Y/N, Daryl isn’t there.’ I kept telling myself. I wiped the tear that I didn’t know fell and picked up my bag to carry on walking north. 

For hours I kept thinking about Daryl, I was scared I’d forget what he looked like after so long, I kept the same image in my head of his face. His rare but beautiful smile he only showed me. 

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After a few hours I came across a little village that I hoped was abandoned so I could do a quick supply run. I saw a small grocery store on the corner and walked stealthily towards it, “Pray that no walkers are in there kiddo.” I said rubbing my stomach. With my gun pointing in front of me I quietly opened the door and briefly inspected the surrounding area. It all looked fairly normal for now. “Okay, water.” I whispered to myself as I saw a few bottles on the floor and packed them in my bag. I already had enough food so I continued looking for batteries and such. 

I heard a massive bang from behind me and before I knew it I was being pulled down by my shoulders, a heavy weight was weighing them down followed by a sharp growling noise. I tried to grab my gun that fell on the floor but I couldn’t. “Help!” I screamed. The walker kept trying to take a chunk out of my neck, I used my hand and pushed its forehead back til I heard its neck snap and bend backwards. I gagged at the sight but carried on, its head fell on the floor still snapping it’s teeth. 

I put my hands on my knees and took a deep breath then I heard a gunshot and the walkers head stopped snapping. I quickly drew my gun at the person who shot the walker and he raised his hands in defense. 

“Woah, Woah.” The man said stepping back. “Who’re you?” I whispered, my voice still shaky. “My names Aaron, look I mean you or your baby no harm at all. I see you’ve been struggling, I want to help you out. I live in a community safe zone called Alexandria, please come back with me and all of us can take care of you and your baby.” Aaron said, I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, his eyes seemed so genuine and harmless but you can’t trust people nowadays, Daryl always told me that. “You could be lying.” I bluntly replied. Aaron nodded, “I could be, but I’m not, I wouldn’t come out all this way out of Virginia to look for survivors in need of help. Please come back with me.” Aaron pleaded, I knew I shouldn’t trust him but I did, he looked harmless and so eager to help a pregnant woman so I decided to go with him, what else have I got to lose?


~~Months into Alexandria~~

“Whats mommy got? Is this your favorite little bunny?” I said playing with my baby girl. I shook the bunny in front of her and watched her crystal blue eyes light up with joy. She was beautiful, she had Daryl’s blue eyes and his nose, she had my face shape and my mouth.  

I stroked her soft skin thinking about Daryl, will I ever see the love of my life again? or any of the group for that matter, I hoped and prayed Judith was okay. 

I heard a gentle knock on my bedroom door and invited the person in. “Hello sweetheart, hows the little one?” Deanna whispered smiling down at my baby. “Shes okay, spent the last hour staring at her eyes, there like his.” I said a tear threatening to fall. Deanna placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Shes beautiful you know. We’ll find Daryl, I promise.” She said. “We have new guests arriving here, would it be too much to ask if I asked you to greet them and show them round?” Deanna asked me. I shook my head and stood up, Deanna told me she’d look after my baby whilst I went to greet everybody. 

I left my house and started walking towards the main gate to greet the new people. I squinted and saw in the distance Aaron talking to them … then I saw … no … what? 

Aaron turned around and smiled at me, I put my hand over my mouth as the tears from all those months came crashing back. “Daryl!” I screamed. I saw him turn around, he instantly dropped everything even his crossbow and sprinted towards me. “Y/N!” He shouted. We both ran as fast as possible and met in the middle where he picked me up by the waist and brought me into a crashing hug. 

“My girl … god I missed ya’” He whispered in my ear, his voice shaking. “I missed you too baby.” I said back crying. The rest of the group surrounded us and engulfed me in a massive hug. “I can’t believe this.” I whispered. 

“Wheres our baby?” Daryl said holding my hand as he placed a kiss on my lips, the kiss i’ve been craving. “Right here.” A voice said, we both turned around and saw Deanna holding our baby, I smiled as Daryl took her from her hands and cradled our little blessing. “What’d you call er’?” He asked looking down at her. I paused for a bit and looked up at Carol. “Sophia.” 

CTH:Post-Breakup AU #1
  • I literally can’t sleep alone anymore so i’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas, can we have one more nap together, please?

“I’m comin, I’m comin!” You yelled as you rushed to look somewhat presentable.

You had just hopped out of the shower not even four minutes ago when you heard someone knocking at your door. You weren’t exactly sure who it was since you didn’t have any texts or calls letting you know someone was coming over.As you tugged your silk pyjama shorts up your legs while trying to hop to the door, you slipped on the tiny water droplets falling from your hair.

“Just a second!"You groaned as you grabbed your doorknob for support and pulled yourself up. You swung the door open, shivering as the cool air pooled into your warm apartment. "Calum?”

“Hey, Y/N.”

“It’s like, twelve something, Cal. Why are you here?”

Calum felt his heart skip a beat as his nickname rolled off of your tongue. It hadn’t been long since your breakup, maybe two weeks tops, but he felt like he’d been sleeping on Ashton’s couch for months.

“I uh…I can’t sleep.” He looked down at the ground, sliding his Nike slide off his foot and putting it on again.

“Okay?” You said as you eyebrows knitted together in confusion, not catching what he was hinting at.

“What does that have to do with why you’re here?”

“I literally can’t sleep alone anymore, so I’ve shown up at your door in my pyjamas. Can we have one more nap together, please? ” Calum rambled out nervously, afraid to be turned down.

“Calum…”

“I haven’t slept a full night since we broke up, Y/N. I need this.”

He stared with puppy dog eyes and you sighed, reaching up to scratch your head and moving to the side to allow him in. Calum tried to fight the huge grin that wanted to make an appearance on his face as he stepped into the house. Memories of all the fun times you two had replaying in his head as he looked around at what he used to call home.

“Do you need warm milk?”

“Nah, I’ve had like two cups already.”

“Well you better go pee, cause I’m not going to deal with you getting up through the night.”

“Yes, mum.” He rolled his eyes playfully and you let out a breathy laugh as he scurried down the hallway.

As Calum did what he had to do in the bathroom you tidied around your apartment before going to bed. You knew it’d be a lot easier cleaning now than in the morning when you didn’t feel like moving. You also knew that Calum was a clingy one and since you’ve let him back in your bed, he was definitely going to be cuddling you in the morning.

Unless he leaves before I wake up. You halted for a split second, furrowing your eyebrows together and your bottom lip protruded slightly. That would suck.

“Y/N, you comin?!”

“Yeah!”

You flicked off the lights and made your way into your bedroom down the hall, flicking off the bathroom light on your way. Once you got to your room you noticed that Calum had made himself comfortable on what used to be his side of the bed.

“Goodnight.” You smiled kindly at him, turning your back towards him to sleep.

“Goodnight.”

The two of you didn’t have a bad breakup, in fact it was a mutual decision, but I’d be weird just to cuddle him now.

It was silent for a while before you heard him ask you,“ Can we cuddle?”

“Yeah, sure.”

You went to shuffle back but halted at his request.“Can I be the little spoon?”

You felt your heart swoon at how small and innocent his voice sounded, just knowing that he probably had his puppy dog eyes out for show. You giggled lightly and turned over to see him already facing you.

“Of course.”

Calum smiled at you slightly as he flipped onto his side and allowed you to wrap your arms around his body the best you could. You pressed an innocent kiss to his neck and he sighed contently, feeling butterflies in his belly due to the kind gesture. He took in everything in this moment: the scent of your shower gel, your fabric softener, the warmth of your body pressed against his, the feeling of your breath on his neck. He knew he probably wouldn’t get to experience this for any time soon, but he hoped he would. He hoped that when the morning came you would ask him to stay. He hoped that you missed him just as much as he missed you. And he prayed that you’d take him back, because he knew he couldn’t function without you.


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I Happen to Like Nice Men (Pt 4)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,907

Warnings: (I don’t want to give the ending away necessarily) But I will say a bunch of drinking leading to implied sexy time ;) which leads to certain consequences :)

Summary: Okay so after a super long wait for this here is part 4 to Sorry Will Never Be Good Enough!!! It’s starting to get kinda happy and…well… you’ll find out :D  And a big shout out and thank you to my awesome friend elyshakate for helping me out with the idea!! :*

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Typical ways in which companions show affection / Companion react to gently getting kissed by sole

Recently-romanced companions, like everything is still kinda new? they’re good friends but new lovers?

Piper: 

Piper decided it would be good for the paper if she got an exclusive interview with the Silver Shroud, and Sole was game straight away. “So we’re a little like Superman and Lois Lane now?” “Hm?” Sole chuckled “Nevermind.” After answering her first question,they leaned in and put their hand beside her head, locking eyes with the ever vigilant reporter. Surely they’d get a kiss as a reward now, right? She grabbed their shirt, encouraging Sole to bride the distance some more, only for her to push them back “ Focus Blue. We’ve got work to do.” She smiled they went for her cheek instead. Piper wanted to make Sure that Sole didn’t take her kisses for granted. They didn’t get given out freely and she knew them to be damn good.

Scribe Haylen:

During sparring, Sole ended up on knocking her to the floor. “Ow, Haylen, are you okay?” Haylen rubbed over her head a little. “I’ve had worse.” Sole was comforted by the way the corners of her mouth turned up a little. They slowly leaned down and kissed her gently before looking at her face, trying to determine what she felt like. All of this still felt so new to Haylen, someone to love. Someone to kiss. And damn, Sole could kiss. As soon as she opened her eyes she looked straight into their eyes. She saw their determination, their grit and just wanted to kiss them again. Sole sat up a little though, blocking her from really deepening the kiss. So she grabbed onto Sole, pulling them closer into a proper kiss. 

Curie: 

She noticed a while back that Sole seemed to like it when she spoke french so she purposefully woved more French into her language, gradually teaching Sole some French words in the process. She was working on comparing human and synth DNA-strands when Sole suddenly popped up and kissed her gently on the lips. She said ‘Bonjour.” getting a little bit flustered. She let Sole walk behind her to put their arms around her waist and lay their head on her shoulder. “Whatcha working on?”


Glory: 

Glory was taken by surprise when Sole planted a quick kiss on her lips as she was going over some tactical plans. She looked them up and down while biting her lower lip for a moment. “Focus, Glory. Damn they look good.” She looked up to see Desdemona with one raised eyebrow but she couldn’t erase the image of what Sole might look like underneath that armor/those clothes.

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Sturges

Sole returned from a particularly bad mission and snuck into the mechanic’s workspace only to find him sleeping on some sort of blacked. Grease still on his face. They planted a soft kiss on his lips, not meaning to wake him up. Without opening his eyes, he grabbed their hand and played with their fingers, as if he tried to identify them as Sole’s, before placing both their hands on his chest. He figured that if Sole had any other plans in mind… this would be enough of a hint to ‘wake him up ‘.

Deacon
Sole intended to go in for a small peck on Deacon’s lips and dash off but that was not counting Deacons lightning speed reflexes. “Ooh no, not so fast.” He grabbed them and had them lock into him, only to kiss them properly.  He grabbed them by the waist as Sole decided to lean back. When they reached the point Deacon decided they would fall, he pulled Sole closer again, knocking them into him. “ Go on hotshot, I know I’m simply irresistable.” 

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Preston

Enspite of the fact he calls Sole babe all the time, he’s not a huge fan of PDA. He tries not to make anyone uncomfortable and sometimes just doesn’t want to risk undermining Sole’s authority. When they give them a quick kiss, he just smiles a little and carries on explaining who needs to help which people. He makes up for the lack of attention at night though. He’s a big fan of spooning with Sole and regularly kisses this spot right behind their ear which practically makes them purr. “You have no idea how much I like finally being able to kiss you, babe.”


Cait

Cait tackled Sole immediately after feeling the peck on her lips. “ Ah no, you wanna kiss me you’ll have to beat me first. We don’t want ya gettin’ rusty when you’re supposed to have mi back.” Play fighting was a way she liked to show affection. Both the advantage and problem with it was that both Cait and Sole were very physical people: it started off with grins and quips but gets sexual as soon as Sole got  the upper hand only to get knocked down by the ex-professional fighter again. “Ah, too slow! Lemme show ya how it’s done.” Cait had no ssues with this new physicality. To her the big deal hadn’t been getting sexual with Sole, but giving her heart to them. The hard part was over, now she just wanted to enjoy finally having found someone who genuinely cared about her. This seemed like her reward for everything she had lived through. Finally.

Synth!Codsworth: 

 When Sole gave him a small kiss, he gently cupped their face between his hands and tilted it down a little bit. Forehead kisses were Codsworth’s favourite way to show affection to Sole in this new body. He liked how he could also give them in public without freaking people out. He knew that this soothed Sole, made them feel a bit calmer especially after a particularly difficult day. It was as if they transferred some of their worries onto him. He’d take the weight of the world off their shoulders if HE Could but instead had to settle for this. Sole would lean in and he would place his forehead against hers afterwards. “Oh mum/dad, I’ve waited so long to be with you. And miss/mister Sole, I can guarantee you you were well-worth every second I’ve waited for you.” 

Danse:

Danse flashed one of his rare but genuine smiles after getting the peck. It amazed Sole how he could so easily go from this focussed, hyper-vigilant soldier to a gentle, loving boyfriend in a split second after they showed him some affection. His walls were gradually coming down and they both knew it. He already trusted Sole with his life but it was new to him to have any physiccal affextion.  That was also the main reason why Sole didn’t want to rush him into anything.  Deep down Danse just happens to bit a bit old-school and he didn’t mind to ‘court’ Sole. He threw his arm around Sole and pulled them closer to him. Close enough to kiss the top of their head while he was at it. He liked to have them as close as possible, so being able to keep moving while being held by Sole, and while holding sole was something Danse considered a great advantage. “ It’s a good feeling when you do that. I wouldn’t mind it if that happened more often.” As Sole leaned against his chest, they noticed that his heartbeat was just a bit faster.

MacCready:

They gave him a light kiss on the lips when he was busy reading a comic he had found. Something that tended to really make him zone out, unaware of his surroundings for a while. This time, he threw his comic to the side and pulled her back by the hair. MacCready quickly discovered that he loved running his fingers through Sole’s hair, especially but not limited to when he was kissing them. To Sole it was a great indication of how he felt. He’d grab onto their hair and pull them close if he was about to take kissing to the next level, and gently stroked their hair as a way to comfort them or just make them feel loved. And that proved to be very efficient to Sole, too. “Hi. I missed you.Nice to get ya back with me in one piece.”

Maxson

Maxson had self-control issues leading to him showing affection whenever he damn well pleased. It reminded Sole that he was only 20…  He often got Sole alone somewhere, from the prydwin to run down settlements after he dismissed the rest of the crew, and just made out with them then and there, going missing for hours when things escalated. Which they nearly always did. He showed affection by just getting physical on a regular basis but still holding back when his suboordinates were around.
He took Sole’s quick and gentle kiss on his lips as a sign that they wanted to get out and somewhere private. And considering how long he’d been waiting for them, he wanted to clear the room immediately. Not like these routine meetings with updates were the most exciting thng. “I think we can round this meeting up, gentlemen. Sentinel, a word.” He looked angry, he didn’t want the others to know about this, to avoid rumours about Sole getting a special treatment. It was the worst kept secret considering he even put in a rule that nobody was to enter his quarters freely but the Sentinel. .

Nick:

Sole knew Nick to be the king of intense stares. He could take their breath away through just one of those piercing looks. It felt like he could straight into her soul, the core of their being. It made them shiver but not exactly in a bad way. Sole tried to keep going after the random little kiss, but he grabbed them by the arm and turned them around,facing him and instantly locking eyes with them. This kind of thing always caught Sole off guard and tempted them to close the distance that was left between them. And Nick knew that very well. “Where ya think you’re going, kid? Looked like ya had somehin’ to say. Or do…” 

Hancock:
Hancock was amused by Sole’s gentle kiss. He had been waiting for too damn long for this (five minutes was considered to be too long), to consider such a small kiss satisying. He grabbed Sole’s face and planted a kiss against their cheek, but in such a burning, intense way that it left Sole gasping for air. The people of Goodneighnor didn’t look away, Most of the outcasts and wild hearted  didn’t mind getting a show. Still some people yelled ‘boo’. Hancock backed away, leaving Sole with their mouth open wide and eyes still closed. “Yeah, I’m dating them now. Anyone got a problem with that, feel free to drop a complaint at the gate before heading out through that rectangle over there. Now, I’m gonna show ‘em what we mean by ‘to the people, for the people.” he winked as he grabbed Sole’s hand and dragged them inside while whispering “And I can promise it’s gonna be a hell of a ride.”.

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X6-88: 

Sole gave X6 a a gentle kiss on the lips when he was trying to figure out why Sole’s gun had jammed. X6 developed the tendency of showing in a very small way that Sole belonged to him. Heremained focussed and fixed the gun. Sole was concerned he hadn’t even noticed the kiss and got a bit anxious; what if he had changed their mind on them. “That was quite enjoyable.” When X6 approached them, he put his arm around them and pulled them a bit closer to him by placing his hand on their arm. Sole learned this was just one the little ways he showed affection and got possessive. Especially since he mainly did this with other people around. “You jealous already?” “Jealousy is a futile emotion. I am merely expresing my affection towards you.” “Uhu.”

Desdemona:
Desdemona just smiled and didn’t check who the quick peck was from. “Sole, that better be you.” Sole came to stand on the other side of the map she was studying. “You know they say that you can tell how well people match by how good the kisses feel. And that’s wh y I have never questioned the love I feel for you.”

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Requested- Finn x Reader- Finn is playing with Lego’s, and Y/N wants sex, Finn says after he finishes with his Legos, but after Y/N goes under the table ;), he gives in.

Word Count: 1401
Warnings: Smutty smut, language.
Author’s Notes: Love this request soooo much! Finn *Heart eyes*

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As you pull into the drive-way, you smile. Finn’s car was parked in your usual spot a day early. You all bout bound to the front door, sliding your key in and stepping through the doorway in a fluid movement, dropping your car and house keys on the counter just inside the door and hanging your damp coat on the hook next to it.

Walking around the corner you call, “Finn?” But it was without need because as soon as you walk around the corner into the living room you share, you see him, shirtless sitting at your kitchen table, bright Lego pieces scattered into piles according to color.

 “Hey Y/N. how was your day baby?” He asks, his eyes never leaving the beginning of the ship he was making.

 “It’s better now.” You giggle, walking to stand in front of him, folding yourself onto the chair next to him, your head resting on his chiseled shoulder.

 “I missed ya’ darlin’.” Finn says, resting his head against yours for a moment, his hands still working over the little pieces.

 “Mmm, I’ve missed you too.” You purr into his ear, your hand grazing the inside of his thigh, running up to his crotch, his boxers betraying his excitement.

 “Stop Y/N, I want to finish this ship first, it’s almost done.” He laughs, his hand finally releasing the toy vessel, brushing yours off his leg, his gleaming ocean eyes finding yours for a moment, his lips pressing quickly to your own, erasing the newly formed pout.

“After, I promise.” He murmurs against your lips, his gaze going back to his project.

  You sulk for a moment, but you were stuck with a idea, so you get to your feet quietly, heading up the stairs to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind you out of habit. You make quick work of your shoes, placing them in the closet with the others, your socks, pants, and shirt being discarded into the hamper that sits in the corner of your bedroom.

 Walking back down stairs dutifully wearing only your bra and panties, you round the corner, and quickly sink to your hands and knees, crawling under the table to where Finn sat, his attention completely on his project. He hadn’t noticed you re-enter the room and you smiled broadly when he gasped at your touch, jumping slightly.

“Hey! Whater’ Ya doin’?” He chuckled, his eyes falling down to where you knelt, you hands, yanking his boxers down easily.

 “Nooothing.” You giggle, taking his cock head into your mouth quickly, sucking hard, making a ‘Popping’ Noise as you release him.

“Shit Y/N! You couldn’t wait five minutes?”  He hisses, his hand coming down to rest against your hair, gripping you tightly, guiding your head back and forth on his huge cock.

 “No.” You try around his length, gagging slightly, your eyes watering as you stroke what wont fit in your mouth with your hand, the other resting on his now bare thigh for support. His fingers tighten in your hair as you gag once more on him.

 “That’s right, that means you’re doing your fuckin’ job.” He growls, thrusting up to meet your mouth.

  “God Ya sur’ do look beautiful with my cock in your’ mouth baby girl.” he continues, suddenly he slides his chair back, pulling you out from under the table, taking in your appearance. His tongue runs over his full bottom lip, leaving a wet shine in it’s path.

 Suddenly he whirls you around, shoving you over the table, your face just missing a pile of brown Legos, his hand hard on the back of your neck.

“Finn!” You  giggle, yelping when his hand comes down on your ass, sending hot waves of need to the apex of your thighs. Your breathing hitches when his lips press to your neck, just under your ear, and his hips press into your ass, his hard cock throbbing as he press it into your ass.

 “Ya’ want my cock deep in dat tight little pussy Y/N?” His breath was hot against your neck, his tongue rolling over your bare-skin.

 “Please, Finn, Please fuck me?” You whimper, wiggling back against him, your body screaming for some kind of stimulation.

  “Oh, I tink I will.” His accent warps the word, making you giggle. “Somehting funny?” He asks, his hand coming down hard on your ass once more, stinging.

 “No!” You yelp, writhing under his grip on your neck. He hooks his finger under the waist band of your panties, yanking the fabric to the floor, tapping the back of your thighs lightly, asking your to step out of them one foot at a time.

He pick the material up off the floor, shoving the cotton to his face, inhaling deeply. “Fuck I’ve’ missed ya.”  He groans, pushing his hips forward and sinking the head of his large cock into your dripping core.

 “Oh Finn!” You exclaim, he pushes in slowly, allowing your body time to adjust to his length and width, his free hand coming down to grip your hip hard, his fingers digging into your sensitive skin.

 “Ya like Dat Y/N? Like my cock in your tight pussy?” He growls, his hand circling your neck, dragging you up to nearly standing, his cock still thrusting deep into you.

You whimper in response, your voice coming in little squeaks as he drills into you, his shaft throbbing as his hips slam into yours, bottoming out in you over  and over. You reach one hand behind you, gripping his hip hard, your other hand flat against the table, a small Lego pressing into your palm.

 “Finn oh fuck, please, p-please!” You find your voice, pleasure rippling through your dripping core, need for release building up in your stomach.

“Please wha’?” He asks, his voice husky behind you, his grip tight on your throat, making your breaths come short and ragged.

 “Please, don’t stop! I’m going to C-Cum!” You scream, your hand flying from his hip to his wrist, gripping him tightly for support as his relentless rhythm sends you over the edge, your body clenching around him as you shake, tremors of pleasure ripping through your body, making you cry out.
 “Shhhit! Ya feel so good Y/N!” He growls his face pressed into your hair, his breathing heavy as he picks up his pace, his hand releasing your waist, moving around your body, his palm flat on your belly as he bends you over the table once more, your cheek pressing softly into a small pile of deep red block, the tiny tiles pinching at your skin, but you were to caught up in the pleasure to bother moving them.

  “God, Ya’r Beautiful.” He groans, his fingers lacing into your hair as he pushes into you over and over, his cock hitting your cervix with every thrust. You moan out a slur of curses and syllables of his name, your fingers gripping the edge of the table hard.

 “I’m gonna cum! Where’d wan it?” He crys out, his voice strained as he thrusts you once more.

“Mouth.” You manage, sinking to your knees as he pulls out of you quickly, his cock finding your mouth, his fingers in your hair once more.

 You take the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the crown, taking as much of the length as you can into your mouth, the taste of him and you lingering there.

 “Mmm.” You giggle as he groans, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into your throat, throwing his head back, breathing heavy. He pulls you to your feet, his blue eyes hazed over with lust, sweat pooling on his forehead.

 “Aye, that’s mine.” He smiles, pulling a small red block from where it was stuck to your cheek. You smile and breath out a shaky breath, plucking the brick from his fingers and sinking into his seat at the table, placing the block where it belongs on the bow of the ship.

 “Jesus, I Love Ya.” He chuckles, sitting next to you, picking up another block and getting to work on the mast.

horatio-protagoniste  asked:

Why you hate the new chibis hair France looks glam as hell I would

N o he looks bad..,.. idk what he did with the rest of his hair? If it’s in a low bun it doesn’t suit him lol 👀 … get me my boys hair BACK..,.:. Fuckin England gremlin ass think some slick hairs gonna fix ur problems.. yah right ya slimy little beast stepping in here all ugly. France already missed the message on their coat colours , this is too far