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shapard · 13 hours
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Albino Snake🐍
Lucifer x Human!fem!reader
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Alastor kinda reminds me of Dr. Facilier
A/n: I want to cry. I accidentally posted this🥲
You found a cute little albino snake. You named him Apple.
Soft Lucifer
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Part 1 > Part 2
You love your home New Orleans.
The streets are filled with jazz and Happy people dancing around. It brought a smile up of your face.
It’s been so long when the streets were this filled. A big number of murders started to rise in New Orleans. Everybody stayed at home, especially you. 
News spread quickly that the Series Killer got killed by a hunter. The Hunter thought he was a deer and gave him a shot right in the middle of his skull.
The days that were cold and dull started to gain color again. And your live just became more stressful. 
Back to two jobs and a small apartment.
You worked in two Restaurants only to fulfill your dream. You want to live that dream you and you father talked about from morning to dawn. Sadly, he’ll not be able to see you reach this dream.
You’re almost there, just a couple more shifts. Just a few weeks of hard work.
You groaned when your alarm clock started ringing in your ear. Exhausted you pressed your hand onto the alarm.
You yawned and stretched your body; a small cracking sound emits from your bone, and you sigh in relief. 
“Next shift here I come!” 
As usual people side eyed you when you past them with a tray of food. Working in gastronomy is hard.
Terrible chef, terrible co-workers and even worse the customers. Your chief always tormented you that you'll never reach that dream. That it was useless. You are born poor and you stay poor, especially for a woman.
But that never lets you down. Then you'll be the first woman who'll reach the top without marrying off to a rich man.
The ring bell tuned, and your rich friend Charlotte and her father walked happily into the small business.
Charlotte smiled brightly at you when she saw you. “Y/n! There you are! I have an important question to ask you.” You laughed softly at her antics. she always was always so outgoing and a bright soul. 
“Of course.” Charlotte squealed and was quick to grab her father's purse. “Do you think you can make some beignets? You’ll get paid off, of course.” Without even waiting for your answer, she pushed couple hundred dollars into your chest and ran out of the store without even touching the beignets. 
Charlotte already paid and it wasn't rare that this happens. All your attention was now on the money in your hand. 
With this money it’s more than enough to buy the restaurant you and your father always dreamed about.
Soft tears pearled down on your face and your boss mouth was wide open in shock. “Huh… Wait… WHAT?!” 
When you shift was done you were quick to make a visit to the former sugar farmhouse.
The house was pretty worn down but that didn’t hold you back. You swung around the house humming a soft tune as you imagined how the place will look in the future.
"I'm almost there~..."
A soft clink echoed through the hollow place, bringing you back to reality. Scared you looked around you. Maybe a mouse?
Following the clinking sound, you saw a small snake hurt in a water cup. The snake looked up to you with soft red eyes. The white scales reminded you of pure untouched snow.
The snake was probably an albino. 
You spread out your hand and took the little injured creator in your hand. Your heart swelled when the little snake slithered up to your wrist embracing it softly.
Its red eyes never left yours and you patted his head slightly. 
The Snake watches as you walked stressed out up and down through your little room. A small bandage adorned its little tummy and a small bow tie was around his head. 
To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But the way how happy you applied the little bowtie on his head was giving him pure joy. So, he didn't protest.
When you finally looked at the small clock that was on your room wall you gasp at the time. You grabbed your little purse and the beignets for the little costume party.
Theme: Kingdom.
The snake you named apple slithered up to your neck. It looked like a designer necklace, and you loved it. 
You stood unmoving in one of the stands from the party. The landlord of the place where you found him was informing you that someone pays way more than you do.
Your whole body feels like it's going to crumble. You were so close to that dream. You were so close to making your father proud.
All those years for nothing?
Apple looked up to you and he saw the face of pure despair and sadness. His heart broke when you ran towards the landlord in despair. Tears were pouring down your face as you shouted the landlord’s name. 
You were close to a panic attack. Apple rested softly on your neck like a scarf. He tried to comfort you in any way.
A woman with a wine glass in her hand accidentally pours the wine onto your dress and Apple hissed at the sudden wetness.
When you turned to look for the landlord he was nowhere to be found. And for the first time you really felt defeated.
Your legs under you gave up and everything around you started to mix in one black hole.
Charlotte hugged you from behind when she saw your broken state. Charlotte dragged you along with her when she looked at the damage on your dress. 
She gave you a new dress your mother had designed for her.
A gorgeous flowing dress that beats every physics. A little Tiana was on your head and the color matched perfect with your skin color. 
Apple watched with an immense blush on his scales.
You look so pretty in this dress. 
You plumped softly onto the bed where apple was laying. He laid under your chin cuddling into your heat. "Oh Apple. I don't know what to do." You whined as soon as those words left you.
“I can help.” As soon as you heard Apple talk you shot up, falling with full force onto the hard floor. 
Red mist covered the whole room and in front of you stood a man with white skin, red eyes and royalty looking clothes.
His smirk was large, and he held an apple cane in one of his hand. “Do you trust me princess?”
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A/n: I'm obsessed with Tyla's new album.
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sunny44 · 6 hours
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Meeting Hazel
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Wife&mom!reader
Warnings: hospital, mentions of birth
Summary: Y/n and Charles welcome their second born.
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Finally, the hustle and bustle of the hospital had subsided. After hours of labor, I finally held our little Hazel in my arms. Her angelic face, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, seemed too perfect to be real. I looked at Charles, my husband, who smiled radiantly beside me, his eyes shining with pure admiration and love.
“You did an amazing job, amour.” he murmured, kissing my forehead tenderly. “She’s perfect.”
I smiled, tears of happiness streaming down my face.
“Thank you, Charles. I couldn’t have done it without you.” He smiled. “Literally couldn’t.”
“Very funny.” He gently brushed my forehead. “She’s perfect.”
“She is.” I smiled, looking at her. “But it’s the second time I get pregnant and the second time they look just like you.”
“What can I say, I’m very good at what I do.” He held my hand delicately, his fingers intertwining with mine.
“I’ll always be by your side, Y/n. And now we have our little family complete.”
As we got lost in the emotion of being parents again, a kind nurse gently reminded us that it was time for Charles to go home, take a shower, and rest a bit. He nodded, reluctant to leave our side, but knowing he needed a moment to recharge. But before leaving, he promised to bring Harvé, our three-year-old son, to meet his baby sister.
It was already night, and Charles waited for me to take a shower because I didn’t want to leave her with anyone else, so the nurses helped me in the shower, and after I got out, he said goodbye and left, promising that he and Harvé would be here first thing in the morning.
I went to breastfeed her and held Hazel in my arms, admiring every detail of her little face. She was so small and fragile, and she looked just like Charles.
I was almost certain that she would at least resemble me a little bit, but no, she was his spitting image, just like Harvé is.
Even their eye color was the same.
When Charles returned the next morning with Harvé, my heart filled with joy at seeing them walk through the door. Harve ran up to me, his eyes shining with excitement.
“Mommy! I came to meet Hazel!” he said, trying to climb onto the bed, and Charles lifted him and put him there.
“Be careful buddy. Don’t hug mommy too hard.” He agrees and lies down next to me and hugs me.
I hugged him affectionately, feeling tears welling up in my eyes again.
“She’s here, Harvé. Do you want to meet her?”
He nodded eagerly, his curious eyes fixed on little Hazel in my arms. Charles approached, smiling proudly.
“Harvé, this is your little sister, Hazel.”
he said, holding Harve in his lap so he could see better. “And Hazel, this is your big brother Harvé.”
Harvé looked at Hazel with admiration, his expression softening as he looked at her little face.
“She’s so tiny, daddy.” he observed, gently touching Hazel’s hand. “Does she knows k have Grand-père?”
“You can tell her later when se wakes up.” He nodded.
I smiled, watching the instant bond forming between them.
“Do you want to hold her, Harvé?” I asked, carefully offering Hazel to him.
He nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. Carefully, he held Hazel in his arms, his expression one of pure happiness. I obviously supported her weight, she was just lying in his arms.
“Hello, Hazel.” he said softly, stroking her face with his finger. “I’m your big brother, Harvé. I’ll always protect you.”
My heart melted at Harvé’s kind words. He was so sweet and gentle, so ready to love his little sister from the moment we told him I was pregnant. I knew they would have a special bond that would last forever.
As he held Hazel carefully, he suddenly remembered something and asked to get off the bed and ran out of the room. He returned shortly after, holding a small stuffed animal in his hands.
“I brought this for you, Hazel.” he said, handing the stuffed animal that Carlos gave him when he was born and he’s giving to his little sister. “It’s my favorite bear, uncle Carlos gave it to me. I hope you like it as much as I do.”
I smiled, touched by the look of pure happiness in Harvé’s eyes as he gifted Hazel.
“Oh sweetheart, thank you so much and I’m sure she’ll love it.” I said, holding his hand gratefully. “And I also gonna help her sleep like it did to you.”
Harvé smiled widely, his eyes shining with joy.
“I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy. I love you, Hazel.” he said, looking at each of us with love and tenderness.
We hugged him affectionately, feeling the love and gratitude flooding our hearts. I knew that from that moment on, our family would be united forever, facing life’s challenges together and celebrating its joys.
As I watched Charles hold Hazel in his arms, Harvé beside him with his stuffed bear, I felt complete. The journey to this point had been long and challenging, but now, with our little family by my side, I knew it had all been worth it. And as I held Charles’s hand and watched our children together, I knew I couldn’t ask for anything more in life.
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Y/nleclerc These past few months have been an emotional rollercoaster, Charles and I welcomed our daughter into the world and we couldn't be happier. Thank you to all our friends, family, and even fans who have given us so much support during this time.
Charles, myself, Harvé and little Hazel are incredibly grateful for everything.
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shmolish · 3 days
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Hello, can I request Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader who likes to dance pls? Since I imagine Shadow Milk Cookie dancing around a lot, I thought a dancing Reader would be perfect for him!
Have a nice day/evening/night! 👋🏼😁
AN: YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, I LEGIT STARTED JUMPING UP AND DOWN WHEN I GOT THIS REQUEST. IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO WRITE S.M.C, AND NOW I FINNALY HAVE ONE! AH, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST ☆☆☆☆☆ IM GOING TO GO THE EXTRA MILE AND ADD HEADCANONS AT THE BOTTOM TOO ☆☆☆☆☆♡♡♡♡ XOXOXO TYSM ILY.
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Shadow Milk Cookie x GN! Reader. ONESHOT
Warnings: None
-Doll-
Stars shone whimsically in the sky, and the cool night breeze could be felt all around you. A quiet melody was playing from the stage inside. Standing on a balcony was you, elegantly twirling and stepping from side to side. Though your eyes were closed, you did not need them. It was song that guided you, not your sight. It was peaceful, until somebody grabbed one of your hands and forcefully spun you around.
Your eyes shot open and you could see the person who interrupted your dance standing right infront of you. Cold hands, shades of blue, crazed eyes. It was none other than Shadow Milk Cookie.
"Is this what my doll has been up to? You know, I've been looking all over for you," he would say. One of his hands were on your waist while the other was holding your own. His eyes looked deep into your eyes, and a smile could be seen on the blue cookie's face.
"I thought you were still doing your show," you would explain to him.
"Dove, I finished a while ago. I wanted to meet up with you immediately after, but you hid away on this balcony! I was a little worried," informed Shadow Milk Cookie.
"Ah, sorry." You would smile wryly.
"What's that look for?" He'd snap, beginning to pout.
"It's just funny how much you want to be around me. I didn't think you liked me that much!"
Shadow Milk would roll his eyes.
"You are so silly. Why wouldn't I enjoy being around my favorite doll? You're perfect."
He would spin you around once again and start the steps to a familiar dance. The two of you would recite this dance all of the time, so the steps have already been memorized by heart.
It was the first dance that Shadow Milk did with you.
"Dancing again? You seem to like it a lot," He'd chime as he continued to spin around with you.
"That's because I do like it a lot. Though, it's much more enjoyable with you."
Shadow Milk Cookie couldn't help but snicker. "I know. I'm a joy to be around~"
He would dip you backwards and stare into your eyes.
"But, I suppose I also enjoy our time together."
He would bring you back up to your feet and continue the hypnotic dance.
How much time has past since you two first began dancing?
The two of you had no plans on stopping any time soon, but it just had to start raining. It wasn't even a light mist that would make things more romantic. It was heavy.
"Uhg, what a pain." Shadow Milk would say through a glare. He quickly lead both of you back indoors, but the damage had been done.
"I'm so sorry doll. If I knew there was going to be rain, I would have lead us inside earlier."
"It's fine, really. I was starting to get sleepy anyway," You'd explain to him.
His eyes would widen for a moment before he picked you up into his arms. You would have started shouting at him to let you go, but something else caught your attention first.
"Ack! Shadow Milk, you are freezing!"
He couldn't help but snicker.
"Sorry button, I run cold."
Shadow Milk Cookie would place a kiss on your forehead before starting to walk both of you to your shared room.
After the two of you changed into more dry clothing, Shadow Milk immediately wrapped you up in a bunch of blankets.
"I can't have my little doll getting sick now!" He'd say as he began to cuddle up next to you.
"You're still cold.." you would whine, trying to scoot away from him.
"I know that, silly! That's why you have to share the warmth..." He'd say back, holding you closer.
He was so annoying sometimes.
But of course you still loved him.
Headcanons!
Loves dancing with you so much!
Sometimes he'll see you randomly dancing on stage, and he can't help but join in
Will 100% spin and dip you
But if on the off chance you spin him...
He gets flustered
Will make up the excuse that it just caught him off guard
But you know he's flustered since his hands turn warm...
He is NEVER warm
Loves to flirt with you while you dance
And likes giving you silly little nicknames like: button, doll, dove, star, and when he's in a silly mood, silly billy.
His favorite greeting is spinning you around or random hugs from behind
Acts like a cat
He's clingy and needy like one as well
Seriously panics if he loses you for over an hour
You have to make up for it with kisses
Man also gets jealous SO easily.
Death stares and constant harassment towards the other party
He never does this infront of you though
OKAY, I DID IT! AGAIN, THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE REQUEST MORE SHADOW MILK COOKIE FROM ME. I WILL GLADLY WRITE IT 😍
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random-fics15 · 3 days
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Huskerdust fanfic
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Purring
Angel hated it. He hated working for Val. He hated everything about it. Most of all he hated himself for signing that damn contract agreeing to all this. Even though at the time he didn't know what he was getting into. He wished he'd thought about it at least
He walks into the hotel exhausted, his head leading as he slouched. Tiredly, he made his way to the bar. The hotel was the only place he actually felt home. The only place he felt safe and could let himself go. Only to relive the same day over and over again.
He finally makes it to the bar and plops down onto the barstool, his head hitting the counter almost immediately with a groan.
"Rough day at work?"
Angel lifts his head up to see Husk looking at him, whilst already holding a bottle of Angels favorite. Angel groans
"Rough is an understatement Husky..". Angel sighs and slams his head on the counter again. Husk pats his back. Angel listens as a bottle opens and is being poured into a glass. He looks up when he feels the glass lightly bump his arm.
Angel looks up at Husk gratefully and the downs half the drink. He sighs in relief as he looks up at the bartender and smiles.
"Thanks Husk. Fucking needed that after today."
"He took you on a fucking joy ride didn't he?" Husk questioned in a concerned tone, looking at the spider. Angel chuckles tiredly
"Everyone did. And there was no joy in it. Trust me." Angel complains,taking another swig at his drink. Husk looks at him pitifully. Every part of Husk wanted to go down to that porn studio and rip Valentino limb from limb. But he knew better than to try. He wish he could though.
Husk's face immediately goes from concerned to annoyed when he sees Angel smirking at him.
"Although, I wouldn't mind if you were the one taking me on a joy ride whiskers~" Angel smirks and scratches Husk's chin.
To Angel's surprise, there was no retort or shoving. Instead,Husk momentarily stops everything he's doing ,and soon Angel hears a low rumbling noise emitting from Husk himself. Angel's jaw drops
"No fucking way! You can Purr?!" Angel exclaims excitedly.
Immediately after hearing this Husk is brought back into reality and pulls his head back.
"Ah-..n-no! That wasn't purring jackass! It was just-" Husk stumble with his words
"Just what? Hm?...no answer. Exactly"
Husk groans at the spider, who was now smirking. Angel immediately tried to go for Husk's ears.
"Hey!"
Husk grabs Angel's hand. Angel smirk
"Ohh holding hands now are we? You really want me that bad Husky~?" Angel brings up the hand that Husk is holding and pressed it against his cheek. Husk groans in annoyance and takes his hand back. Angel chuckles.
"You know..." Angel begins talking, his first pair of arms supporting his chin, while the second did gestures. "If you let me do this it just might help."
Husk looks at Angel confused. Help? What help did he need? He's the bartender. If anything he's the one usually helping people. Talking about feelings and shit.
"Pleaseee." Angel pleaded, looking at Husk directly in his eyes ,with the best puppy dog eyes he could do.
Husk figured that the spider demon wasn't gonna get off his tail until he let him do it. So. After a brief moment of reluctance.
"Four to five seconds. That's all you get-"
"45 seconds?!"
"Four. To. Five. Seconds"
"aww.."
Husk was tempted to chuckle at the spiders dissapointment. But that was immediately cut off when he just realized what he had said. well it's too late to back out.
Angel hoists himself up onto the counter and turns so that he can face Husk. Husk rolls his eyes and stands infront of Angel.
Slowly, Angel starts scratching behind Husk's left ear, very lightly. Husk's eyes screwed shut, but seemingly became more relaxed as Angel went out. It was a very relaxing sensation for the bartender. Something he didn't expect Angel to do, maybe Charlie, or even Nifty if she was curious. But no. It was the spider demon. And he was surprisingly good at it.
Angel then uses another hand to gently scratch behind Husk's right ear. Husk flinched a bit at the sudden touch, instantly prompting Angel to stop and apologize. Husk assured him that it was fine, and with that, Angel went back to scratching.
And soon enough. A gentle rumbling once again emits from Husk. Angel holds in his laugh and continues. Suddenly he gets an idea
Whilst still scratching behind Husk's ears, angel uses one of his other hands to gentle scratch Husk's chin. This time Husk didn't flinch at all. He just stood there ,tiredly happy, enjoying the attention he was getting
They had both pretty much forgotten the time limit at this point, nor did they care. Husk was happy, and Angel was proud he could make Husk happy.
Angel never thought he'd be this close with Husk ever. But the afterlife really surprised him. Sure Angel is still mad with all the shit Valentino puts him through, but he's also happy that at the end of the day.
He'll always get to see his loser.
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And that was it. Hello people of Tumblr. Please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes because this is my first fic. And if you read it thank you
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camdvcor · 3 days
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Hii pookie 😋😋😋 I'm here to request again and ruin your day with something to write!/j
(Only do this if u want ofc)
U know the vees X adhd!nb!reader I requested? May I ask for one but now with the hotel crew? :3 (fem aligned for vaggie and masc aligned for angel)
Only if you're comfortable ofc, and again, remember to take care of yourself and drink lots of water!
Byee :D
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·˚ ₊˚ˑ Adhd.mp4
✩˚。⋆ summary : HH crew with a reader who has adhd
‧₊˚♡ sfw , gn/nb reader , platonic + romantic , request
Feel free to repost or request to support your local writers :3
Note: HI! This was a long request so it took a while! I tried to hint that the reader was fem aligned for vaggie and masc aligned but it was weird and sounded forced, so you could just imagine the readers gender as it's not specified! Also idk if sir pentious would count as a part of the hotel crew, and Im tired so I didnt write him
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୨❤️‍🩹୧ # CHARLIE
Out of the hotel crew she's the most understanding, you literally can't tell me otherwise.
Will take as much time that's needed to help you improve your attention span, she very patient. You don't have to improve it a lot, but if she notices you're trying your best she start jumping from joy. Typically give you shorter tasks, of course it's not that she doubts your ability to do it, she just wants you to feel comfortable and not like youre pressured into doing something difficult!
Will defend you with her life (both figuratively and literally). She's going to lecture anyone who's rude to you about how they're being incredibly insensitive to people with adhd, after that she'll take you to get some snacks and reassure that there's nothing wrong with having adhd.
Overall 10/10 she's a sweetheart <33
୨💢୧ # HUSK
At first, he didn't really know that you had adhd. He knew you had some condition however, as you constantly fiddled with your hands, were forgetful ect..
He tends to keep his opinions to himself most of the time. He doesent really think it's his place to tell you how he feels about your condition ect..
Really chill. Since hes a bar tender, he listens to a lot of people who talk about their problems. You don't have to be drunk for him to listen, you can just sit at the bar and he'll give you some words of advice. He's understanding, and would probably make dry and hurtful comments to people who had something 'smart' to say abt your habits.
୨🪽୧ # VAGGIE
She would take some time to understand, but she's usually very reasonable so she catches on after some time. Speaking of her being reasonable, since she's one of the very few members of the hotel staff that have some brain cells she understands why you do certain things. She doesent talk about it due to her thinking it might come off as rude and offend you. She usually won't talk about others and their struggles as she thinks "if they don't bring it up they don't want to talk about it"
The thing is she has a problem controlling her anger, so at times she'll accidentally make some sly remarks or straight up rude comments. She only realizes what she truly said when she sees the hurt expression on your face. Except a sincere, genuine apology as she feels terrible for being insensitive. Her apology will contain a "I'm sorry y/n" as she finds that a genuine apology should always say the persons name directly, and also a direct "sorry"
୨🌷୧ # ANGEL
Bro DOES NOT understand anything... you will have to explain to him 10 times straight the reasons why you do something and read the entire Wikipedia page about adhd 😭 like I'm sorry but I genuinely refuse to imagine angel immediately understanding everything, claims that it's because "you're explaining the entire bible"
After 17 decades when he finally starts to understand he'll try his best to make you feel comfortable! When you're feeling stressed , expect him to bring fay nuggets! He says nugs' always helps him when he's going through a hard time :3
Definitely more soft spoken around you, he chooses his wording very carefully and pretty much everyone can tell that he genuine just wants you to feel safe and comfortable.<33
୨📻୧ # ALASTOR
Annoyed by your behavior and overall presence at first. He thought you were acting dumb whenever you forgot something and saying he despised your inability to stay still at times would be a massive understatement...
However, he does slightly warm up and get used to you. And while yes, he stills find you annoying at times he's definitely calmer then before.
Will treat you and think of you as somewhat of his child, however he would NEVER admit that out loud to anyone. He'll be slightly softer even if he doesent show it very much, and will get slightly protective of you.
୨👁୧ # NIFFTY
She really likes it when you get hyper and show lots of energy! She gets a boost of excitement and will literally stop doing her job just to jump around you 😭
Will jokingly make fun of you whenever you have memory, and will tease you saying you have a goldfish brain 😭 (would comfort you if you feel bad tho)
She really likes you and your company! Also as long as you're with her I don't think anyone will dare to make a rude comments about your behavior... they'd be brave, TOO brave to say that to you in front of Niffty
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astupidweeb69 · 2 days
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hello!! I am kinda nervous to write this bc I absolutely love your writing and the way you portray Toby is just so real. I love how you make him both a loser and a force of nature, like just bc he has no rizz doesn't mean he can't do anything lol. But I was lowkey thinking about your stories the other day and like, what if Y/N also had some screws loose? Like he pops up at her house covered in the blood of some guy who wouldn't leave her alone and instead of calling the police like a smart person she's just like: " 😳 omg you did this for me??" I know it's unrealistic and silly but it's also kind of interesting???
Ticci Toby x Violent! Reader
Toby with an unhinged reader? Well - there's a recipe for disaster lmao.
I know I said I'm not taking requests but this ended up becoming a scenario. I just had some inspo - hope this is what you were looking for! Because the reader isn't submissive? Idk
Y/N has some messed-up thoughts and there are mentions of violence under the cut!:
The reader I imagine in this case would have only seen how cringey Toby is - thinking he was just a creepy guy who's taken a liking to them and would avoid him at all costs. Probably up until this point assume that he's a wimp (Toby would initially try his best to seem weaker and unassuming when he approaches the person he likes)
The scenario I imagine is that Y/N grew up around conflict, and is fully comfortable around violence, even throwing a few punches themselves here and there. Maybe ended up in Juvie when they were younger and now works in some retail job - something where they regularly interact with the general public.
A customer tries to hit on Y/N when Toby's there - big mistake.
But Toby doesn't say anything at first.
He doesn't have to.
Y/N immediately shuts the customer down. But the guy doesn't let up. Curses are thrown back and forth, Y/N's wrist is grabbed.
He touched you.
Toby doesn't like that. Not one bit.
You get reprimanded by your boss after you punched the unruly customer in the face.
Luckily they didn't press charges.
You had a bit of an edge, from your surly demeanor and fucked sense of humor, but Toby had no idea you'd do that.
Kind of turned him on. He knew he picked you for a reason.
But alas, that was the extent of your revenge. You already had a record of aggravated assault and you didn't need another one added to the list.
Luckily for you that scrawny, lanky boy who always stared at you when he came in had a plan in motion.
Late at night, a knock on the door wakes you up from a nap on the couch. Of course, you look through the peephole first before answering.
Red.
Everything is red.
Only until you hear a familiar voice pipe up do you realize who it is.
Toby.
The blood covered so much of his face it was hard to point out who he was at first.
He speaks to you through the door, somehow already knowing you're there.
And he tells you what he did.
It takes a moment for you to process all the grizzly details, the way he followed the man, cornered him in an alley, and beat him so hard he'd pretty sure he cracked his skull on the brick wall.
He sounded giddy about it. Gleeful.
He was far from the loser you thought he was.
And you liked it.
Liked that he did that for you.
After all, in your head, hurting someone for someone else was the greatest form of love. It was the kind of devotion you'd always dreamed of from a partner.
You open the door.
Toby is surprised, but soon sees a look on your face he recognized. The kind of expression of sick joy and arousal that comes with blood lust.
You're blushing too. Blushing for him.
Everything was finally coming together perfectly, and once you let him into your home, he's never going to leave.
The relationship would start right off the bat. Toby is one to rush things.
It's all to claim you. Both mentally and physically. So you're attached to the hip pretty much. Expect a lot of PDA (Toby does not care who sees lol)
And a reader who's fully on board?
Yeah you're going to bring out the worst in each other. He'll encourage you to do more crimes, to get bloodier, to join him.
It would be a very bad situation for everyone involved.
But especially for anyone unfortunate enough to cross the paths of you two lovebirds.
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overtail · 2 days
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Sick - Sokka x Reader 🔞
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Summary: Sokka gets hurt after (Y/N) distracts him during a battle, setting off an argument. They make up in an... unusual way..
Reader Info: Female, Non bender, competitive
Warning: NSFW, Cursing, slight sexism, rough sex, underage, oral, fingering, both subs because they're teens for gods sake
A/N: This is my first time writing smut......
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(Y/N) sat next to Katara as the light from the campfire reflected onto her face, creating a warm glow against her skin. She picked a piece off of her cod flounder, throwing it in her mouth and chewing quietly.
Aang and Katara were chatting, Toph Joining in every few seconds. They were talking about something aimless -- a conversation they wont remember in a week's time.
The air was uncomfortable, especially with Sokka's glaring. Every so often, (Y/N) would glance across the way, only to see Sokka giving her a nasty side eye.
She was getting tired of it -- she wasn't one to take disrespect like that. Sokka may think that he was some big, strong, scary man, but (Y/N) could make him cower with one yell.
"Right, (Y/N)?"
Katara elbowed her, bringing (Y/N) out of her brooding.
"What?"
She looked to the ground with embarrassment from the lack of listening. Katara isn't one to care, but there was still the shame.
"Oh, me and Aang were just-"
She began, looking down at my slumped over figure. Before she could finish, she was interrupted.
"She's probably thinking about how to sabotage me again."
(Y/N) looked up at Sokka as was barking out the rude comment, rolling his blue eyes. Katara crooked her neck to glance at him too, raising a brow at his remark. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed, head tilting to the side teasingly.
"What did you just say to me Sokka?"
She knew damn well what he said. She just wanted to know if he had the balls to repeat himself. Sokka stood up walking, a bit closer to the log that (Y/N) and Katara were sat.
"I said.."
(Y/N) got up, making her way over to Sokka.
"You're probably thinking about how you're going to sabotage me again."
(Y/N) scoffed, rolling her eyes.
"Sabotage you? Why can't you just accept that you suck at fighting?"
She barked back, leaning closer to him. She poked his chest, pushing him back a little bit. (Y/N) looked at the black eye he had gained from the 'sabotage'.
"Oh no, no, no. Do you find joy in my pain?"
Sokka avoided the question, turning his head to the side. (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief, looking at her feet and back up at Sokka again.
She pushed him back, emiling angrily.
"At this point, i really do. Your face looks better with that black eye."
(Y/N) teased, pointing at his purple bruise. Sokka just scoffed, pushing her back. He didn't care one bit that she was a girl -- that was clearly established when she said she was better than him.
"You're just jealous. Jealous you're a horrible person, sick girl who doesn't know how to get better."
(Y/N) was actually taken aback by this, like she was being stabbed in the back by his words. She heard a gasp from Katara, and a light giggle from Toph. (Y/N) grinned. She began to laugh, looking at Katara and to Aang. Sokka looked at her cautiously, watching as she laughed like a crazy person, tears running down her red cheeks.
"Jealous? Me? Jealous of you? I'd have to be the most pathetic person to want to be like you, Sokka."
(Y/N) walked past him, into the wall of trees that was behind him. She kept on laughing, shaking her head in disbelief at the words. She didn't quite know how to feel, but she just wanted to be left alone. To cry and scream in her faraway tent, to drown in her emotions.
But of course, Sokka had to always get the last word in.
She heard his footsteps getting louder and louder as her laughing faded into soft cries, her legs shaking as she tried to get to her tent as fast as possible. She needed to hide away, and she didn't want Sokka out of all people to see her broken heart.
"(Y/N), this isn't over!"
Somka said, grabbing onto her bicep. She ripped her arm from his grasp, avoiding talking to him. Tent. Get to your tent.
"(Y/N)! Come on-"
She tried to ignore his calling as much as she could, reaching out to the entrance of her tent. Before she could unclasp the buttons, she was whipped around, coming face to face -- well, face to chest -- with Sokka.
She looked up to his face, face full of rage. Somka had never seen her like this before, even while fighting the people she hated most.
"What could you possibly need to say that is so important you need to follow me to my fucking tent!"
(Y/N) yelled, her eyes shutting tightly. A few furious tears escaped her glossy eyes, falling onto the dirt in front of her feet.
"You know, you're a real piece of work (Y/N).."
"Guess what? You make me SICK Sokka!"
"Can you just shut up already?"
She scoffed, pushing Sokka once again. He stepped closer to her, reaching behind her neck and bringing her close.
"I'll give you another black eye-"
"Just shut up!"
Before she could react, before she could say the next rude comment, Sokka's warm lips crashed into her's. She didn't even have time to react, only instinctively leaning into his touch.
(Y/N) felt Sokka's hands fall from the tape of her neck to her lower back, bringing their flush bodies together.
She reached up to grab his shoulders, bringing him down so he was pushing against her even more. Before they both ran out of air, Sokka broke the connection, quickly leaning back and his face growing red.
"I'm so sorry (Y/N)-"
(Y/N) reached up, gracing her fingers across her lips in surprise. She wasn't even looking at him, just at her chest rising up and down slowly. She glanced up, watched as Sokka stammered out an apology.
"It's.. It's fine."
She was also red, smiling nervously at his gaze.
"I mean if it wasn't.. i wouldn't have kissed back."
(Y/N) looked to the ground bashfully, which was such a strange sight for Sokka. She was abrasive, aloof, and very strong hearted -- but this, this was different. And he didnt quite know how to feel about it.
Sokka stepped forward slowly, reaching up to place his palm on her face. He brought her chin up, looking to the ground on his left. God, he was nervous. What was he doing?
(Y/N) looked at him, smirking slightly. She was back, and Sokka felt a flutter in his stomach.
This time, the kiss was soft, slow, and tender. It was much more calm, which was good for both of them.
"Do you want to go inside my tent?"
(Y/N) said in a semi whisper, raising both of her brows. Sokka nodded, not quite knowing where this would go. (Y/N) let go of him, turning to unclasp the entrance of the tent behind them. She crouched down, stepping into the flaps and disappearing into the tent. Sokka stood there for a moment, trying to process what was really going on. This was something from his dreams; the nights he stayed up with his hands in his pants, whimpering her name as images flashed through his mind.
Sokka got on his knees, shuffling into the tent. As he glanced into the warmly lit place, he was surprised to see (Y/N) shrugging her shirt off, her shoulder exposed as well as her bra.
"Oh- sorry-"
(Y/N) laughed, turning around to grab his hand before he laughed.
"I'm doing this so you can see, stupid."
Sokka blushed, nodding his head cautiously. He sat on the felt that lined the floor of the tent. Rubbing his hands over the familiar feeling over the cloth, his attention was caught by a cold hand on his shoulder. He looked up, only to see (Y/N) nervously sitting on her knees in front of him in her undergarments.
"Oh.. oh spirits.."
He said, drinking in her body. His eyes glanced over every curve, every perfect imperfection, every freckles and every mole. He smiled, looking at her onxe again before giving her a deep kiss.
The two leaned back onto the make-ship bed, his hands caressing her sides. (Y/N) tugged at his shirt, causing him to break the kiss.
"You okay?"
Sokka didn't really know what he was doing. Hes only kissed a few girls before, like Suki or Yue, even girls back at home, but anything past that was untouched territory.
"You think you should take your clothes off? At least the over clothes."
(Y/N) suggested nervously, smiling softly. Somka let out a quick 'oh yeah', before leaning back and taking his shirt off. He kicked off his boots, taking his pants off. He shuffled his shirt off.
When he looked back down at (Y/N) he saw that she wasn't quite staring at his face, or even his chest. It was just a quick glare, but he knew what she was looking at.
"Oh, yeah, sorry about that.."
The painful warmth in his crotch only grew more at the sight of her looking at his erection. She just laughed slightly, rolling her eyes.
"It's a good thing, Sokka."
Sokka smiled, shuffling over to where (Y/N) laid. He dipped down, his lips being placed against hers in an instant. He gripped her waist, dragging her closer to his hips.
The kisses were messy, sloppy with spit and their tongues lapping the sides of each others mouths. Both Sokka and (Y/N) wanted more; no, needed more.
"Sokka, can we try something?"
(Y/N) whispered against his lips, and was only greeted with an eager nod. She grabbed one of his hands that was on her waist, bringing it over to her crotch. He placed it on her underwear, not quite knowing what to do.
She grabbed the side of her panties, moving it to the side to expose her. Sokka's eyes widened at the sight, it being the opposite of what he expected. He looked over the folds, the bud at the top, and of course, the inviting entrance. She swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Okay so.."
(Y/N) grabbed his hand, making a fist with his fingers. She grabbed his ring finger, showing it to him.
"You want to put this in there."
She gestures to her hole, which was wet with her slick.
"O-okay."
Sokka stuttered out. (Y/N) let go of his hand, and he took a deep breath. The tip of his finger grazed the entrance, before quickly delving into her. He eyes widened, thighs almost closing at the intrusion.
"So, you're gonna want to curl-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Sokka curled his finger, his long digit reaching the right spot. (Y/N) let out an unexpected moan, slapping her hand over her face. Sokka grew harder at the sight, and then did it again. She was more quiet this time, but the sound still made him feel amazing. After a few minutes, she was a squealing mess. Without asking, Sokka added his middle finger, causing (Y/N) to moan aggressively.
The sound was amazing, like something you could listen to over and over again and never get tired of it. He repeated the motions, eliciting groans from her sweet mouth.
(Y/N) began to grow aware of Sokka's painful erection, and no matter how good this felt, she knew this would feel better. She grabbed his wrist, which woke him up from his trance.
"Do you want to.."
She said, looking at his member. Sokka blushed, nodding quickly. He removed his fingers from her, glancing up before grabbing the band of his boxers. He slipped them off, and felt the relief of the cold air on him.
(Y/N) was staring. Staring hard. Was he too small? Did he not look right? Was there something wrong?
"Holy.."
Sokka had a good 6 inches on him, which was great for a teenager. (Y/N) was pulsing at the sight of him, her slick dripping down her ass.
"Okay, so.."
(Y/N) sat up, moving so she was on her hands and knees and her ass was facing Sokka.
"I think this is how you do it."
Sokka nodded. This was the most quiet shes ever heard him be, a whole new side of the boy.
He shuffled forward, grabbing his dick with his hand and lining himself up with her.
"Now, don't put it in my- augh!'
Her sentence was interrupted with a moan as he shoved himself in aggressively. He whimpered audibly, not used to the new feeling.
"Oh my spirits.."
He groaned, pulling himself out before sliding back in. (Y/N) moaned again, gripping the felts beneath her hands. Sokka repeated the motion, speeding up every time. Soon, you could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin, (Y/N) letting out small 'ah, ah, ah's. Sokka was letting a stream of curses fall from his lips, a familiar knot in his stomach forming.
"(Y/N).."
He moaned, grabbing onto her soft waist.
"I need to tell you- AUGH- something.."
(Y/N) tightened around Sokka, which only made his growing orgasm arrive sooner.
"You can be rude to me- ah- later!"
She said in a strained voice. Everything felt so otherworldly, like they were the only teeo people in the universe.
"Not that."
He said with a grunt, his hands tracing over her ass as he grinded harder and harder.
"Im-"
He began but realized he was about to cum. He jolted forward, trying to hold it back. That single movement pushed (Y/N) over the edge, shaking and moaning with her orgasm.
"I'm in love with-"
As the words slipped out, so did his arrival. She grabbed her waist tight, enough to bruise, and pushed into her.
"-youaughhh.."
His words were mixed with moans, his white liquid coating the inside of her. He pulled himself out, and saw his cum dripping from her pussy. He asshole was pulsating, her legs quivering, and her waist had tiny fingerprints from his grasp.
(Y/N) flopped down onto her bed, not caring about cleaning up. On the other hand, Sokka was trying to grab a hand towel as fast as he could. He reached over, softly wiping the white liquid from her and her bed. She sighed, rolling over onto her back. Sokka tossed the towel to the side, looking at her panting body from above.
"I'm not a virgin anymore."
He spat out with a toothy grin, making her roll her eyes.
"We're on the same page here."
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EXTRA!!
Katara rubbed her eyes, stepping out of her tent and into the bright morning light. She had gotten absolutely no sleep last night. Unlike Toph and Aang who could sleep through a tornado, she was kept up all night by (Y/N) and Sokka's 'make up sex'.
She glanced over to the campfire, which occupied Sokka roasted a frog. She stomped over, punching him right in the jaw so he fell over on his side.
"What was that for?"
He asked, looking at Katara like she was insane.
"For keeping me up all night! You deserve two black eyes you little-"
Sokka scrambled up, running into the forest as Katara ran after him.
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majorproblems77 · 2 days
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Sacred Realm updated which means im actually so excited to be making this omg
Hi there Sacred Realm fans! :D
It is I, the one who makes the analysis posts on various comics on the internet. (With permission course) Because I love doing them and they bring me joy.
If you are unaware of what Sacred Realm is, it's a Legend of Zelda AU about a new Link who gets a little medallion that makes him a badass, also it can hold the spirits of heroes from across the realms (Including my fave boy ever okay)
Before I begin, I'll get the important stuff done, This is done with permission from @zelda-the-sacred-realm, and all art from the comics belongs to the comic artist. Please do me a favour and go and check it out because it's a wonderful comic and extremely well-drawn and written.
Now, grab some popcorn, and a drink and please enjoy me rambling about a comic that I enjoy so much. :D
Lets begin!
First, some sass
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Damn, possessed Link got a mouth on him. Low key I love him, he looks like he could go for round two like right now. Wouldn't be surprised if he went for the hero of time next.
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My eyebrows shot up at this.
Time KNOW's
let me repeat that
TIME KNOWS. HE KNOWS WHATEVER IS IN THE MEDALLION CAUSING THIS.
(More on this later)
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He knows he knows he knows he knows he knows
I can hear the mocking voice of Link while he is saying this. Time has experience with this particular entity before.
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Okay, so here is when it gets interesting.
Possessed Link or this entity I suppose, referring to Time and in turn Hylians as 'Your Race' Tells me a couple of things.
This thing in the medallion isn't a Hylian spirit. So as much and as fun as a dark link theory is, I dont think it could be.
Time arguing that we're not perfect, again referring to Hylians sounds very much like an "I'm speaking with a god speech"
I present my theory on what is in the medallion.
An extra spirit, a god of some description, from the spirit realm. Out to get revenge on Hylians.
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Time has been to the spirit realm, in his games. (I am under the assumption that those still occur in this canon please do correct me if I'm wrong here.)
I'm convinced that this thing in the medallion is a deity of some kind because of the eye colour. I can't get over it.
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This style of blue, with no pupils.
We've seen it before.
On Hylia.
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From Chapter 2 fate PT2
And here is the first time we see it on Link for comparison, With Sky's alongside him for comparison for what Hylian eyes look like.
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From Chapter 2 Fate PT3
The colour isn't exact so it can't be Hylia herself I dont think, but, i believe that there is a spirit trying to escape the sacred realm and is using Link to do it.
Okay, enough of my conspiracy theories moving on!
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Link you gotta wake up!
Sky thinks so, I love the coloured speech bubble, what a good idea.
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OH BOY I LOVE THESE PANELS
You know those scenes in video games when you're fighting off something that's trying to possess you and you have that ominous-sounding echo that seems to reverberate through your head. But is also muffled at the same time?
(If I find a game example I'll link it)
This. Put that noise you think off over this.
KICK ITS BUTT LINK GET IT, GET BACK IN HERE.
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These five panels tell so much when it comes to how much effort Link has to go through to fight off the medallion possession. I wonder if its going to be easier or harder for him to fight it off as he gains spirits in the medallion.
You can really feel his struggle and I just love it. The visual storytelling is incredible in this comic and I will fan girl about it all day because I just love it so much
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I'm thinking he says this to gauge just how bad this possession is. time seems like the guy who would, especially as he already seems to know what this is.
I wonder if he really is the hero of realms?
Yes, Time. Yes, he is.
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The face he dosent remember any time he's possessed by the medallion is a little worrying.
Makes me think that could be used later.
Like, Link dosent remember fighting this ice comet now. What if he fights an enemy while possessed, breaks the possession then has to relearn how to defeat it because as possessed link he's not gained any information.
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Man Link is a cinnamon roll sometimes and I love him dearly okay.
Alrighty, thats me finished with my rambling. Thank you so much for sticking with me through this! And thanks again to @zelda-the-sacred-realm for the permission to do these i really appreciate it.
Please please go and check out the rest of the comic if you haven't it's amazing :D
Thats me finished for this chapter, so I'll be headed out!
Hope you have a wonderful day! :D
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love's valley
Character: sebek Zigvolt
warning: male reader, romantic love, slightly suggestive(i think), my dylsexia, kissing, adopting, IDK. not proof read, help me
might add more characters and make this a AU of sorts.
request's open
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look now at the world that sends fear across the young and death to all, the world we see is horrid to all that enter and all that leave. as the pain of exsistance will forever be within our reach, we shall find what we are looking for may not life but death as well, so lend me your hearts and lend me you dreams as this is a tale of those that have lived past that wynorrific place and have entered a valley, but not just any valley but one of beauty and love of all kinds.
in a place so isolated and with aberration so stong it can feel as though it is amanamoically in so many ways. with how the tree's follow that of what looks of though as if it tries to pestilential us with it's deucedly vein like stucture of it's trunk and branches with flowers that make you go stark-ravingly mad, with their cold yet firey glow from the brightly coloured petals of poisin, or how the dirt looks as though it has secret's and knowledge that would put the library of alexandrea to shame as it shall never understand the complexity of the knowledge that it holds within the specs of unknown shine of wisdom. yet also a sky of dawn that brings light to this darkned forest.
so if you look in deeper you shall find a small cotage of two that hold love that is shrouded with a love that one would seek all life to find.
now let's see what this cottage holds, shall we?
"BABE HAVE YOU SEEN MY BOOTS?" a light green haird man yells to his husband as he was planing to do an expetidition with his husband to the nearby town for some esential that they can not craft themselves.
"Sebek my love you don't need to yell i'm in the kitchen" a man of similer age tells his husband who we now know as sebek as he walks up to him to give him a kiss on the lips, as he passes him his boots with a cheeky smile on his face.
"oh." sebek says with a surprised look on his face towards his husband with a hint of a blush on his face from the kiss. "that is where they are. and why did you have them?" sebek said locating the question derectlaly to his lover.
"i was fixxing the sole's of which you had worn out to the point of fixing." said the man who still had a humured look on his face. "i also have the list of things we need to get and i would like to know if you want to add anything?"
sebek looks at the list and the items, reading them but stopping at something they did not useually get. to just ask his husband. "why do we have baby formula on the list? we're both boys?"
wait a minute
does this mean
"THE ADOPPTION PAPERS HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED AND WE CAN ADOPT A CHILD!?" sebek screams in absolute joy from the fact that they will both finally be fathers, as this is something they have been trying to get done for years.
sebek looks at his husband expectantly for the response he was hoping for, for his husband to nod.
this is to mark the beggining of a new path to treverse through that he can't wait to do with is husband.
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bucknastysbabe · 19 hours
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would you pls write canon criston smut? i love your criston fics!!
YES I WOULD LOVE TO!!!! Always brings me joy when people request pookie💘 a short lil fun one
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Blowjobs, infidelity, Criston’s residual guilt, marchers w benefits, wee subby space, Unwin Peake’s daughter, wet and sensual, he’s a soft baby truly, she just likes to please, caretaking
Taglist: @arcielee @bambitas @aemondsbabe @aemonds-holy-milk @rafeism @valeskafics @jamespotterismydaddy @lovelykhaleesiii @starogeorgina @fallingintoyourlilaceyes @fairysluna @sugarpoppss2
Pleasing You - Ser Criston Cole x Peake!Reader
“Today, I feel like pleasing you, more than before. Today, I know what I wanna do, but I don't know what for.” -Today, Jefferson Airplane
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They always seemed to meet in the Sept, the Lord Commander noted. He saw the woman in the orange and black of Starpike. He faintly remembered her as a girl when House Dondarrion paid a visit to their fellow Marcher Lords. She held a darkened countenance like Lord Unwin.
“Who are you praying for today, Ser Cole?” Lady Peake asked. Her eyes flashed as one of the streams of crystalline light caught her features. Criston eyed the fellow marcher, a discarded Lady-In-Waiting for Helaena with nowhere to go. She clasped her hands, kneeling in front of the Father.
“I pray for my father. He is marching with Lord Hightower as we speak.”
Criston hummed, “Lord Unwin is a powerful man, I shall spare a prayer for him. I pray to the warrior today, for all the men fighting for our cause, and for my own protection. We leave for Harrenhal soon.”
She made a noise, returning to the silence in the castle Sept. Criston did the same, focusing on his devotions. Poorly ignoring Lady Peake so gracefully whispering words of praise. The man closed his eyes tighter, hands clasping to the point his gloves creaked. He knew he was wound up tighter than a drawn crossbow.
Warm hands slid across his plated shoulders, a familiar scent at Ser Cole’s neck. Lady Peake purred, “Lord Hand, Commander, Ser— whatever Cole,” she thumbed at the tight cords of muscle at his neck.
“I know you need to rest. Care for some company and mayhaps a knead out of this horrid knot?” Criston groaned as her slender fingers circled around the bunched muscle.
“Yes, that would be lovely,” he croaked.
They made a quick route up to the Hand’s quarters, Criston eyeing around, tense and jumpy. He noticed Peake was cool as ever, her quiet disposition the same, a resolute firmness to her being. The marcher needed that. It’s what their shared culture was all about. War, strength, and duty to protect. You must appear brave even in the face of fear.
As they climbed the stairs she tugged his cloak and asked “This must be heavy, you poor thing.” Criston snipped back, “I’ve been wearing this for twenty-odd years, I believe I’m fine Lady Peake.” Her laugh was raspy and playful, something nice in these dreary days. He rationalized his feelings for her as desperation from stress. Simply a transaction.
She stopped him in the center of the room, nimble hands undoing his armor. Peake commented, “If it makes you feel better, I used to do this to my husband all the time. So we share equal guilt. Lucas marches along with the host from the south.”
Criston’s eyes followed her, mouth working around a thought. She placed his gorget, pauldrons, and chest plate on the gilded rack. The fellow marcher sighed, “I can see you know how to undress a knight. Why even please me?”
She looked up with a blank expression, taking off gauntlets. Lady Peake replied, “I don’t know, I just want to. Does it bring you anguish for me to pleasure you?” Criston shook his head, fingers snapping at his padded tunic. She batted off Criston’s hands and redirected his ass to perch on the desk. Otto’s desk. Lyonel’s desk. He swallowed down more guilt, caressing her cheek.
“You beat yourself harder than any man I’ve seen you knock into the ground, you know,” she commented idly. His tunic was open now, only tan breeches and a loose shirt remained. Criston’s cock strained at the fabric, leaving a wet spot. He was a pathetic whore, leaking at simple touches.
“Criston,” she snapped.
“Sorry, I,” he stammered.
“Go sit in the chair sweetheart. Unlace your breeches.”
He followed her orders dutifully, shucking his shirt off, pants coming down to his ankles. Criston hissed at the cold air hitting his flushed cock, the member hitting his taught belly. Lady Peake smirked down at him, pulling the laces of her dress free, ample tits spilling out. He choked on a whine, cock throbbing once more. She dropped to her knees, soft lips kissing at his sore thighs.
Criston tried to relax his muscles, give in to her offered pleasure. He softened his stomach, neck, shoulders, and even his persistent tight jaw. She murmured against his groin, “There we go, relax for me.” Criston nodded slowly, rumbling, “I’m trying, pretty girl, I’m trying.”
Her lips pressed a lush kiss to his sensitive skin, trailing up to his hip. Criston eyed her tits, he wished to fuck them later, maybe she would let him. He inhaled sharply when she mouthed at the base of his cock, long lashes fluttering. The woman’s hand came up to gently roll his sac around, nice and snug and warm.
He groaned, eyelids falling shut as she purred for him to relax a little more. Her hot tongue laved around the length of his cock, suckling gentle and sweet at a twitching vein. His hands fought to grip the chair but laid limp, the word ‘relax’ repeating over and over and over. He whined softly, lips falling open.
The marcher woman enveloped the ruddy tip of his cock with her mouth, hollowing and sucking at the same slow pace. She’d dig her tongue in little circles around the tip, Criston moaning her name. She drooled on purpose, slicking him up luridly. Yet the way Lady Peake behaved it was as if she were merely lending a helping hand, a kind word or act. Not sucking his cock like a trained whore.
Another whine burst from the knight’s throat as she eased him down her throat, breathing roughly through her nose. The hand cupping his balls squeezed a hair, her silky wet throat enveloped around him. She swallowed in pulses, scrambling coherency for Criston besides becoming a moaning and rambling mess.
She bobbed her head, tight throat pulling on his sensitive extra skin. Lady Peake moaned around his length, squirming and rubbing her tits up against his legs. All while taking him deep and sensual, like they had all the time in the world. The knight garbled, “L-let me, can I, y-your hair?”
“Mhmmm,” she hummed, the vibrations eliciting a low moan of pleasure. She felt so good— molding his ever twirling mind into soft clay. Mush. He carefully leaned forward, one of his hands carding into her locks, the other reaching for her breast. Criston stuttered on his compliment, balls aching.
Her nose prickled at his pubes, dark eyes hazy with pleasure. She swallowed him down repeatedly, a lazy way in which she chose the pace. Criston couldn’t jerk her around, he mindlessly pet her hair and made pathetic noises, a heat building low in his belly. It was hotter than the dragon flames he’d seen, curling and smoking.
“Oh- oh gods, pretty girl,” he gasped, cock twitching.
She hooked fingers behind his tightening balls, massaging his taint. He cried out, the heat licking up Criston’s spine now. His dark head was thrown back, throat bobbing as he drew out her name. The sweetest agony. So slow yet powerful. The tension was melting from his body, the Lord Commander drooling and downright squirming as he oozed down her throat.
“Don’t stop, s’close, yes, good baby,” he slurred.
She didn’t.
It felt like ages before she was bobbing at s rapid pace, slender digits pumping his sweet spot. Criston shivered, sweating all over and unable to speak. The fire was consuming him as he gripped her hair, whining and pleading. The band would snap soon, plunging him into white-hot ecstasy.
“Closecloseclose, seven hells,” he grunted, cock unloading into her swollen lips. He cried, gasping for air between whines as he spurt down her tight throat. All while she swallowed and moaned, nipples hard and tight for him. She pulled off, swallowing once more as she wiped her mouth, grabbing a discarded rag to wipe him off. Lady Peake rasped, “Sound so good, feeling better? I have that massage for you now.”
Criston babbled, “Yes, yes, you’re too good. Lovely. Jus- let me gather, hngh, my wits.
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burberrycanary · 2 days
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I thought I’d be feeling more triumphant to have wrapped up my post-TFATWS stucky endgame fix-it series, A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River, which is now complete. And believe me, I’m pleased and relieved to have the whole thing out in the world. But it’s also bittersweet and there’s an odd little feeling of let-down, too. 
I’m going to miss these versions of Steve and Bucky—and Sam and Sarah. These are the most psychologically complex stories I’ve written as Steve and Bucky slowly and arduously figure out how to live with themselves and with each other in the post-Snap, post-Return, post-Endgame world as it is. How do you move forward after all the mistakes and injustice and everything you’ve had to survive to reach this point?
Not an easy question.
But in the same way that I view Steve and Bucky as fundamentally hopeful characters, these stories also contain a lot of joy and hardwon moments of happiness. As Steve thinks at one point—
But that’s the world, bleak turned one way and then somehow still beautiful when turned inside-out with the bleak waiting again for the next reverse, not really gone anywhere: just out of sight.
I’ve been working on this series for years—I started the earliest drafts back at the end of 2021—and it’s been very much a labor of love. So if you’re interested in trying an Endgame fix-it that doesn’t let Steve off the hook for the choices he made but also gives him the chance to do better; and a story that lets Bucky keep the hardwon connections and growth we see in TFATWS while bringing Steve and Bucky, these two profoundly intertwined characters, back together and then asks: after everything, how could these characters live, really live, in the world again?
“If you didn’t live in New York,” Bucky asks while passing over another ice cold beer before he takes his own, “where would you go?” Steve has seen a lot of the world, in passing, coming from one fight or heading to the next. “I don’t know.” He slumps further down in the sloped deck chair and tilts his head to watch Bucky’s face in profile, silhouetted against the heat-warmed bricks and the long slice of purpling sky that hangs between buildings over the road. “Anywhere you wanna see?” Bucky wets his lower lip and takes a swallow of the sour beer. Steve shoves down the desire to draw Bucky’s hands, doing the ordinary things of living, until he can bury Bucky in a cascade of those images. “Some days, feels like there’s not much in the world I haven’t seen. Seeing it during peacetime, though, that’d be something.” Bucky slants that dark, dangerous grin at him that’s straight from the spring of ‘44. “If you can call this peace.” Reaching out, Steve offers the neck of his beer. “What’s peace, anyway?” Bucky clinks their two bottles together. “What the hell is peace?”
This series is the story of two old soldiers trying to find some peace, whatever that may be.
Read A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy)
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romione-trope-fest · 3 days
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Say Yes To Heaven
Fic Title: Say Yes To Heaven
Author Name: flaming-brown-witch
Selected Trope: Weasley Weddings
Brief Summary: Hermione and Ron dance during Bill and Fleur’s wedding. 
Word Count: 1467
Rating: T
Any Trigger Warnings: none
  If you dance, I’ll dance
And if you don’t, I’ll dance anyway
Give peace a chance
Let the fear you have fall away
- “Say Yes to Heaven,” Lana Del Rey
“Okay. Out with it, Ron.”
Ron, who had been resolutely avoiding Hermione’s eyes while they danced, finally looked down and sighed. 
“Why are you acting so weird around Krum?” he demanded. Gritting his teeth and glaring in Viktor’s direction, he added, “Blushing every time he looks your way. You told me you weren’t interested in him anymore.”
Hermione’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not.”
“Then what’s with the blushing?”
“Well,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully, “it’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, so it’s a bit of a shock, I suppose.”
“Shock doesn’t make people blush, Hermione.”
She grudgingly acknowledged to herself that Ron had a point. The last time she saw Viktor in person, he had given her quite the farewell snog in a cloistered corner of the Hogwarts entrance hall. Hermione had gained much from dating Viktor, and a part of her was sad to end the romance. It appeared that seeing Viktor again stacked uncomfortably on their last moment of bittersweet intimacy, even though she was quite sure those old emotions were long gone. 
But there was no explaining this to Ron without ruining the night. And Hermione was determined to not ruin it, which had been surreally beautiful up until that point. She craved to soak up all the peace and joy she could with Ron before facing whatever was in store for them. So Hermione simply pursed her lips and said, “I think you’re reading into things.”
Ron stopped swaying to the music and let her go. “Oh, am I?”
Hermione felt herself edge towards anger, so she inhaled deeply. She moved her hands, which were resting on his shoulders, to clasp around his neck. “Look, I’m here because I want to dance with you. Not him.”
Her soft plea didn’t work. Ron stood stock still, arms firmly by his side, head turned as far as he could away from Hermione, and jaw tensing. Rejected and resigned, Hermione yanked away her hands and took several steps back.
“Fine then,” she snapped. “If you don’t want to dance, then maybe I should just dance with…”
Ron’s head swivelled in her direction, his hurt eyes quelling her vengeful words. Suddenly, the band began to play another waltz and the crowd cheered. Hermione recognised this as the Unicorn Waltz, one of the most popular wizard waltzes and one of the three choreographies she had learned for the Yule Ball. A whimsical idea took hold—an idea born, no doubt, from the love-filled magic of the celebration. 
“Myself,” she finished. 
Arms aloft as if holding an invisible partner, Hermione began to move to the music, her steps fluid and precise. She waltzed a circle around Ron, who was rooted to the spot, expression dumbfounded at her uncharacteristic behaviour. If others were staring, Hermione did not care. She continued to twirl and sway on her own, catching Ron’s eye when she could. His expression softened with each glance. Finally, she caught him letting out a laugh and a shake of his head. Hermione grinned at him cheekily before pressing on with her solo dance. 
Suddenly, Hermione felt an arm snake behind her waist until its hand slid into the left one she had resting at her right hip. Ron’s left hand grasped her right one. He effortlessly fell into step with her, giving her a spin when the time was right. Hermione was floored. She noted that Ron could keep rhythm during their earlier lacklustre attempt, but as they continued to move in almost perfect harmony, she discovered how truly adept he was at dancing. It ached to know that she had been robbed twice of opportunities to learn this about him before.  
As the song reached its end, Ron gave Hermione a final dip before slowly bringing her upright, eyes locked the entire time. He looked divine under the soft glow of the marquee lights, face and neck flushed from activity. They stood gazing at each other while the audience gave the band another round of applause. His flush grew. 
“Wow,” Hermione whispered. 
“Yeah.”
The band began to play another melody Hermione was familiar with, The Waltz of the Witching Hour. They wordlessly began moving again. After a few measures, Ron’s eyes flickered back to Krum. 
“I remember you dancing these with that prick,” he grumbled before he could help himself. 
“I would have much preferred to dance these with you first,” she responded, her mouth a thin line.
Ron seemed surprised by this admission, even though Hermione thought she had made the point quite clear in the past. Then his expression grew serious as he pulled her closer with an unexpected assuredness, leaving her slightly breathless. 
“Then why didn’t you?” he murmured. “I did ask you after all…”
Hermione stiffened at both implications: that she would be one to go back on her word and that Ron’s Yule Ball invitation was in any way acceptable. “Not in the way that I would have liked.”
Ron’s lips tightened sheepishly into something between a smile and a grimace. “Better late than never?”
Hermione suppressed a laugh, wondering if he intended the double meaning. Though much remained unspoken between them, they had unmistakably entered a new chapter of emotional and physical closeness, slowly shedding themselves of weighty starts and stops of their past. They decided to surrender themselves to the music and the moment, delighting in the act of simply being and being together. A few fast-paced modern songs followed, during which Ron improvised a sequence of flailing limbs that nearly caused Hermione to collapse with laughter.
Eventually, it was time for another waltz. Hermione froze. “I don’t know this one.”
“Don’t worry,” said Ron, reaching for her. “I’ll teach you.”
Her lips curled as she assumed position and followed the basic step. “Ronald Weasley, of all people, teaching me wizarding dance. The world truly is ending.”
Ron let out an incredulous bark. “What a nasty joke.”
“It is, isn’t it?” Hermione said, scrunching her nose in a faux-abashed manner. “I suppose I do learn more things from you than I give you credit for.”
“Nah, that’s all you, Granger. My humour is not that dark.”
“It can be at times.”
Ron pondered this point for a moment, mouth eventually unfurling into a wicked grin. Hermione shook her head with a twisted smile, sure they were remembering the same jokes. “Yeah,” he ultimately conceded with a glint in his eye. “I suppose you’re right. As usual." 
It was not long until Hermione had mastered the new steps. "Nice,” said Ron. “You’re a fast learner. Like I didn’t know that already.”
“It helps that I took ballet lessons all throughout primary school." 
Ron made a face. 
"What?”
“Ickle Hermione in a tutu, dancing ballet. I never would have imagined.”
“Why not?”
“Well, it’s just so…girly. You’ve never struck me as the type to be into things like that.”
Hermione tensed, and Ron was quick to assure her that he didn’t mean it as an insult. 
“I love that you’re not girly,” he added. 
Hermione blushed and her lips eased into a smile. “You love it?” she teased. 
“Well, yeah,” said Ron, his face a mirror of hers. “You wouldn’t be you then, would you?”
A modern slow song came on, and Hermione took the opportunity to rest her head on Ron’s chest. The last time her heart was this full was when they reconciled after his poisoning. “I do love ballet, though. I sort of miss it, now that I think of it.” 
“Can I tell you a secret if you promise never to tell Fred or George? Or Harry. Or Ginny because she’d definitely blab to Fred and George.”
Hermione lifted her head, highly intrigued. 
“Promise, Hermione.”
“Okay, okay, I promise.”
“I sort of…love ballet, too.” 
“You do?”
“Don’t take the mickey,” warned Ron. 
“I’m not, I’m just…asking to be allowed a tone of surprise,” Hermione joked. 
“Yeah, that’s all right,” chuckled Ron. “Growing up we would see The Magical Nutcracker every year because dad always got tickets from the Ministry. It’s the wizard version of a Muggle ballet, I don’t know if you—”
“The Nutcracker, of course. It’s one of our most popular ballets.”
“It used to be my favourite Christmas tradition. You’ve never seen wizard ballet, have you?”
Hermione shook her head, still dazed by this revelation.
“Oh, just you wait, I bet it’s loads better than Muggle ballet.”
Hermione smiled at the optimism in Ron’s voice, holding no space for the possibility that they might never see The Magical Nutcracker together. She held on to his optimism like a lifeline. She wasn’t sure what would happen a year from then, a month, or even in ten minutes. But in that moment, none of it mattered. For she was in heaven, finally, with him.
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Just listen to him, just once ... 💔
"I am fighting to make sure this doesn't happen to anyone else in the near future."
"Thank you to all the people who accompany me and who send me messages of support. Thanks to this, I continue to fight. Today I have a lot of strength in me, from my family. I'm proud to come here and speak on behalf of so many people, on behalf of all those who suffer from this. It was very difficult."
"Playing football is very important, but the most important thing is the fight against racism. It's very difficult to play matches while focusing on your own game. I am looking for equality in the near future. I want there to be equality and I want life to be normal for everyone."
"I'm not fighting against fans in Spain, I'm fighting against racism in the world. I talked to many people who wanted to help me. There will always be people who will say good and bad things about me. But I have to get used to it. I always plan to help all organizations and fight racism. La Liga is getting better and better, but it's also complicated because racism isn't treated as a crime."
"I've thought so much about leaving here, but if I leave here, I'll give the racists what they want. I want to stay here, in the best club in the world, so they can still see my face. I am constantly developing to bring joy to people who go to the stadium. Racists are a minority and this is not always the case. But because I am brave and I am a Madridista, leaving would be complicated. I will continue to play here because the president and the club support me."
"Many players support me. Many of them write to me. Those who come out to say things like Nico Williams… I can only thank him. They know how difficult it is to train and play. Thinking about what might happen on the pitch. I want to go and play and give my all. That's how I am, I love playing football. I want to play to do great things. Nico is a very good guy, he always defends his colors, and he is an example for me."
"I'm sure Spain is not a racist country, but there are many of them and they go to the stadiums. And this has to change. Maybe many people don't know what racism is. At the age of 23, I have to show what racism is and how it affects me. I also thought there was less racism before, but when I condemn it, the problem becomes bigger. Because they have impunity, they think they can do anything, and what they say about my skin color can affect me on the pitch. I just want to play and perform well and go to every pitch in Spain knowing that I won't be judged because of the color of my skin."
"We can all stand together and stand for the fact that everything can change. We who are black know that we have to do twice as much. If we are together, it will be better. We have to be together because there are people who support us, but they don't have as much strength as us. Only black people know what we are going through."
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(Note from me: There is absolutely no explanation for racism. Vini is provocative? Educate yourself why this happened and who started it first. And don't repeat nonsense and make him the guilty one, since he became a victim from the first day he arrived in Madrid. It was the racists and Antimadridismo who turned him into an explosive person, and now they are looking for excuses. Disgusting! May you never experience such harassment ... or maybe you deserve it?)
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meatmensch · 23 days
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If u rly wanna talk abt Roy in the hospital let's talk abt how he maybe took more painkillers than he should've between seasons 1 and 2 and Keeley had to bring him to the E.R. to get his stomach pumped
#sorry. i think about this sometimes#we know he wanted to die. we know. and we don't talk about it!!!#being a pro athlete with hella injuries and money i'm so sure he had drugs with which he could very easily end his life#i just think abt it sometimes. like. roy kent in his bathroom after retirement staring into the mirror trying to hype himself up to wash hi#face or take a shower or do anything at all but he really just can't stand to look at himself or feel his body because his life as he knew#it was over and he always knew he was gonna play until he couldn't then kill himself and having such an intense moment of depression and#hopelessness that he thinks you know what fuck it. go time kent.#and then keeley or maybe his sister finds him passed the fuck out in the bathroom and bring him to the hospital#and when he wakes up and sees them waiting for him and rememebers fuck fuck i have people that really do care about me and would miss me if#i was gone because i'm not just roy kent. i'm some loser called roy. and that doesn't fucking matter to me in fact it makes me wish i were#dead but it matters to these idiots#i think his sister would be stuck between wanting to kick his ass and being like he needs me to be cool rn things r so dire. she does hit#him with 'what am i going to tell your fucking niece' because she needs to talk some kind of sense into him and she's not a fucking saint#and it's a major wake up call and he realizes he needs to get his act even a little bit together because he has to stay alive and he#definitely can't go on as he has been#so he makes an effort to get the fuck out of the house. even if his knee hurts. even if he can only manage to put on sweats. even if he#can't be assed to shave.#and later on he starts helping out with phoebe's football team. because no one reminds u that life is fucking worth living like a bunch of#little kids - balls of joy and energy and shit. and ofc spending as much time as he can with phoebe is important to him#and his sister sits his ass down regularly and seriously asks him. how the fuck are you. be so real right now or i'll beat you. and he#doesn't say much but he tries to give her something and not lie too much.#and he still can't touch a fucking football or think about his career or even step foot inside the richmond facility but every day his will#to live is a little stronger. because he's roy fucking kent. he's here there and every fucking where and he's angry and he's spiteful and n#way he's letting down fucking phoebe and no way he's putting keeley and ruth through that again so when it gets hard he grinds his teeth an#sticks out his chest and fucking deals with it because the other option isn't a fucking option#and he sees jamie on tv and is reminded of how much he fucking hates him. and he feels a bit more like himself again. and phoebe's games ar#fucking fun to watch and keeley is funny and beautiful and no way he deserves her but for some reason he gets to see her face and make her#laugh every day and that must mean something. that must mean something#FUCK! my tags got cut off. there's more to this story hold on a fucking second#tw suicide
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mattodore · 1 year
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i so so sooo badly wanna show what imani and matthias look like when they were 11-12, 15-16, 18-19 but i don't wanna spoil the edits i'm making and it's Killing me
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ladykyriaa · 9 months
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Listen. I haven't watched season 5 but I do know some tidbits of it.
It's amazing really how much giddiness I can put into the word "you're dead" multiple times everytime Gabriel appears, whether that from an old episode I was rewatching or from a fic.
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