#but then he removes his sunglasses and he seems a bit more... thoughtful

[actuallysaiyan]

Thank you for opening requests!!! I desperately needed some Nanami fluff (with slight angst, blame my hormones) 😔❤️

Reader is carrying Kento's first child, however the whole pregnancy was difficult, even putting reader's life on the line at times. Needless to say he's been quite supportive but during labor there's nothing he can do as he sees countless doctors rushing in the room.

warnings: angst, mentions of hospitals, mentions of abortions, difficult pregnancy, pregnancy, giving birth, probable mentions of blood, mentions of death and loss, happy ending!!!, breastfeeding, lots of crying word count: 1.3k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: your pregnancy was tough and though you were determined to carry your child to term, it didn't come without a few bumps in the road. now faced with the prospect of losing you, Kento sits and waits in what he believes must be his own purgatory. a/n: Thank you for this amazing request!!! I hope you enjoy!!! Also please note I've never given birth nor been pregnant, so if things seem off, then that's why.

He’s nearly tearing his hair out of his head as he sits near the door to the hospital room where you are. You’re in labor, yet he’s not allowed inside the room. The pregnancy had been so difficult, and even with your beloved doing everything in his power to support you, the coming of your child was something that needed much more medical intervention than previously thought.

Tears sting his eyes as he watches so many doctors enter the room you’re in right now. Kento thinks about how beautiful you looked when you first became pregnant. You were absolutely glowing, and you were very much excited to carry your first born to term. Things got complicated within the second month, the doctor finding a few anomalies. Yet he had told both of you that it wouldn’t be anything to worry about. Turns out ‘nothing to worry about’ is a lot to worry about. The next ultrasound proved to be nothing but a lot of bad news. The doctor had even suggested terminating the pregnancy and to try again, but Kento had pushed for this one to keep going.

You had agreed. The doctor promised to do everything in his power to ensure that you’d be fine. Lots of bedrest, no stress and all kinds of vitamins. Lots of doctors appointments. Kento had been there with you the entire time as well. He’d leave work early most days just to be there with you at the apartment. You slept most of the day, but Kento was sure to help you with anything else you needed to do on a daily basis.

The last doctor’s appointment had been a tough one. You and Kento received the news that the birth could be extra complicated. The doctor warned about how it could potentially put you in a very rough spot in terms of health after this. He had told Kento that he’d probably need to take up most of the parental role at the beginning. Once you were allowed to go home after the birth, you’d be most likely on bedrest once again.

Kento looks over at the door of the room, his eyes still so cloudy with tears. He’s gripping the plastic of the chair, wanting nothing more than to burst into that room and hold your hand. From time to time, he’d hear the doctors calling out to one another. He heard little bits and pieces, and his heart rate escalated as he heard one of them talk about saving the baby over you. Kento wished he could go into the room and tell them not to do that.

He can’t help himself anymore. Tears spill from his eyes, and Kento removes his sunglasses. He reaches into his pocket for the monogrammed handkerchief to wipe his tears. His heart is in his throat and feels sick to his stomach. His hands shake as he reaches for the phone in his pocket, wondering who he should call just to talk to in the moment. He’s scared and he’s never been more scared in his entire life right now. Kento feels small and insignificant. What kind of husband is he if he can’t even be with his ailing wife right now?

The minutes drag on and on and on. It’s beginning to hurt him deeply. Like tiny little cuts all over his heart, breaking open and tearing the muscle to shreds. His breathing is shaky as he watches less and less people go into the room. His mind wanders; the worst possible outcomes rushing through every little thought. You’ll be dead before he can even come into the room and see you. He’ll never get to see your beautiful smile again. Kento thinks of all the times he was graced with that angelic smile. It hurts so deeply, he swears he’s going to be sick.

Then, a miracle happens… he hears the cry of a baby. His baby. His heart skips a beat and comes back thumping like a hummingbird. The baby was alright. But were you alright? Did you make it out of it in one piece? Kento knows he doesn’t care if he has to take care of your little one for the rest of his days if it means he gets to have you in his arms again. He’ll gladly be the best dad to your little baby and give you all the time you need to rest.

A few minutes later, one of the nurses slowly approaches him. She has a tiny little bundle in her arms, and the tears begin to well up in Kento’s eyes once more.

“Nanami-san?” She calls out to him, and he gets up from his chair and approaches her.

“It’s me…I’m Kento Nanami.”

She unveils the little bundle and Nanami begins to cry when he sees his little daughter. She’s crying a little, and he sees that she has his eyes. His heart feels so full for  a moment, then he begins to think back to you. The nurse hands him the small baby and soon she’s looking up at her dad.

“Your wife needs a little more care. She’s lost a lot of blood—”

Kento’s eyes widen, “Will she be okay?!”

The nurse smiles patiently, “Your wife will be okay. She just needs a little extra care. The doctors have stopped the bleeding. I just thought you’d like to see your little one.”

Kento sighs a breath of relief. His heart feels full again. And then he hiccups softly when he feels his little baby reaching out to him. She’s so tiny and so soft and so cute. Her eyes look just like his own. She has your nose and your smile. And she has his ears, which makes him laugh.

“If you’d like to come with me, I can get you situated in a comfortable room and we’ll bring your wife in when she’s ready to be in the recovery room.”

Nanami nods happily; he’s at a loss for words. He follows the nurse to a recovery room that was set up for the baby and the mother. He’s seated in a very comfortable chair, the little daughter still safely nestled in his arms. The nurse tells him she’ll be back with his wife once she’s ready to be in recovery.

At that moment. Kento begins to fall in love all over again. His little baby is really here in his arms. She coos and coughs a little, still getting used to being outside in the world. She’s so tiny and so precious. More tears slide down his cheek as he leans down to press the softest little kiss on her forehead.

“Hi my sweetness…you’re a part of the Nanami family now. Yes you are, my little angel.”

His words surprise him a little, but he’s been waiting for this moment for so long. It felt agonizing to watch you go through the worst pregnancy ever. It’s all worth it to finally be able to hold this little bundle of joy. He presses another kiss to her forehead and he begins to relax a little more.

After an hour, the nurse knocks on the door. Then she opens it, and she and another nurse are wheeling in his wife on a gurney. You look at Kento and you see the tears in his eyes. He’s so relieved to see you well enough to be here with him. Kento gets up as the bed is settled into the right position.

“You did it, my love. You gave birth to our little angel.” Kento says as he begins to settle the sleeping baby into your arms. She fusses a little and you undo your hospital gown top to let her feed from your breast.

“I’m so grateful, Ken. I didn’t know what was going to happen…and I…” you hiccup softly. Your little girl latches onto the nipple and you feel your heart filling with joy as she begins to suckle.

“Shhh…it’s okay, my love. We’re okay. You’re okay.” Kento reassures you.

He looks at you feeding your daughter, and he knows nothing will ever take either of you away from him. Nothing.

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[desafinado]

𓆩♡𓆪 oblivious crushes hcs

their crush on you is as clear as day, but you seem to be wearing sunglasses

°｡⋆ kaveh, alhaitham, kaeya x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ fluff, maybe a bit ooc alhaitham, lots of touchy/clingy :( and some angst in kaeya's part

note: i haven’t gone too far into sumeru yet D: (purely bc of laziness and college) so that’s why alhaitham might be a bit ooc… but! i hope yall enjoy, i had fun. (ps. this was inspired by my short convo with @kana-dayo , i hope u don't mind the tag just tell me if you want me remove it!!)

kaveh ♡

it threw for him a loop the first time. you were both walking down the port at sunset when he asked if you liked him, and you said of course you love him and you couldn’t ask for a better friend.

he thought you had rejected him when and was genuinely heartbroken for a day, until you visited the next day acting as if everything was fine.

he did not know how to proceed, but he did with caution… when he realized, you genuinely did not understand, he decided to build up the romance before asking you again.

he started making it known to you (and everyone else in the room) that he wanted to spend time with you.

“alhaitham, if you could give us a moment or tw-” “no.” “we’re having dinner out then, dear, lets go.”

of course, he would never do anything that might make you uncomfortable, the moment you express any discomfort or hesitance, he backs off.

that being said, you have never really done such, most times you’re even encouraging him

“kaveh… hugs now please :( “

and how can he not deny you?

speaking of which, he also tried to make more gentle subtle touches, taking your hand when you both walked, placing a hand on the small of your back, hugs that lasted just a second too long.

by the end of it he was extraordinarily clingy, one of his favorite moments is when your head is on his lap and he gets to caress your head.

he acts nonchalantly about it, and so do you. little did you know was that he never did that with anyone else.

“what do you mean kaveh doesn’t like hugging? we spend hours cuddling on the couch..”

to be honest he doesn’t really think much of it either, touching you is like second nature to him. you don’t mind either, because for some odd reason, it just feels right.

he’s almost certain that you like him too, but he’s too afraid to confirm it. he’d much rather stay like this in some sort of limbo between friends and lovers.

but eventually, it eats him up. he needs some sort of closure, even if it meant the collapse of his lovey-dovey facade.

everything’s in place. he had gone through all the scenarios, he knew you were in a good mood, and alhaitham was all the way in sumeru city. everything was perfect for him to make his move, all he needed was you.

“kaveh, what’s all this?”

a picnic blanket was spread out on the grass, a strawberry shortcake, sandwiches and wine laid on top. kaveh stood before it, his familiar smile inviting you to come closer. “ah, i have to admit, it is something a bit special so, please have a seat.”

you follow his advice and gently rest on the blanket, careful not to disturb kaveh’s work. he does the same and sighs. “hm… is this an anniversary or celebration of some sort? did you finally pay off your debt?” you start to ask excitedly, getting a bit ahead of yourself. kaveh simply shakes his head, chuckling softly.

“no, dear. on the contrary, if this all falls through, it could be my funeral.”

you give him a curious glance, tilting your head. he takes both his hands in yours and squeezes them gently.

“nothing that serious, do you remember when i asked you if you liked me?”

“yes… and i still do, if that’s what your concerned about.”

“when i said that, i meant to ask if you liked me as more than just a friend.”

…

…

“you mean… like family? like sibli-”

“no, no, dear god no. i mean like… lovers.”

your face turns red at the mention of that word, lovers. it implied romantic love, of course; you weren’t that dense. he’s looking straight into your eyes, awaiting a response, but your lips feel as though they’ve frozen in place. a few more seconds of silence pass, and his lips purse into a heavy frown.

“ah, i’m sorry, if you don’t… i just couldn’t go on like this, pretending that we were something more, living in ignorant bliss. i truly am sorry.”

“no, wait. kaveh…”

you finally build up the courage to speak, letting go of his hands and caressing his cheek. if there’s something you can’t ignore, its the way he’s putting himself down.

“i-i like you that way too, i just didn’t want to believe it either. i… i didn’t want to delude myself into that, so i never entertained the possibility that-”

his tender lips find yours in a kiss, interrupting your rambling along with any doubt the two of you had left. just like all of his other touches, the kiss felt right, familiar, and simply satisfying.

alhaitham ♡

feelings, specifically love, are a far too strong force that many times they most certainly overcome any logic of even the most robotic of personalities; enter alhaitham.

normally, he would be upfront about these sorts of things, giving them the ultimatum. letting them choose to accept or reject his feelings.

but this time, he didn’t want to give you that chance. he needed you to accept him, he couldn’t imagine any other possibility.

so what does he do? he takes a chance with the whole concept of “romancing” in order to win your heart.

he makes an effort to be around you more, he’ll listen to your long winded rants about the most random topics.

“so, why do you care about this again?” “i just do, i’m not quite sure why honestly.” “that’s understandable, please go on.”

he’s never been one to care about how others might perceive him, how others might react to his actions, but he cares so much about you and he wants you to trust him.

once he notices the way your lips curl up when he enters a room or the way you look at him when you feel a bit overwhelmed, he takes this as a sign that he can try being a bit more touchy.

he never really understood the appeal of it, until he felt how warm you were, how your skin brushing against his made him feel a bit more understood and loved.

and you don’t mind one bit, in fact, you’re happy that he has you to lean on (literally and metaphorically)

but you imagine his roommates' surprise to find alhaitham on the couch cuddled up with someone he had never even met.

“wake them up, and you will sleep outside.”

he truly believes he’s being subtle, but everyone (well those who have the courage to) teases him about it.

he brushes it off, but warns them not to tell you or else…

however, when he starts moving onto more overt and blatant shows of affections, he is sorely disappointed to realize that you are not catching on.

he’d gift you flowers before every outing, call you cute nicknames, and even be more honest with his own feelings.

a polite smile, a thank you, and enthusiastic nod was all you ever responded with.

he was disappointed in himself, he thought he must’ve done something wrong, that he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

he needs to confront you about this in his own way, for his sake and yours.

“it’s you…”

his voice rings out like a bell in a cathedral, snapping you back into reality. he had requested for you to meet him at one of the gazebos near the akademiya. stars had been showered upon the night sky, and it was all you could look at, until alhaitham’s voice, of course. you turn around and chuckle at his awe-stricken face.

“glad to see you too. your letter sounded quite urgent, is something the matter?”

upon seeing you, he can’t control his movements, rushing towards you and taking you into a dramatic hug. you’re quick to hug him back, offering him any and all support he might need. he buries his head into your shoulder, taking in your scent, and touch, enjoying it while it lasts. his voice almost cracks as he speaks.

“yes. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable with my… advances. i understand if you never want to see me again.”

the shock is almost enough to knock you over, but you simply pull away and look at him with deep concern. you didn’t know where he was coming from, and you had never seen him like this.

“advances? what sort of advances?”

“the romantic ones?”

“oh! towards who? i don’t mind at all, really.”

its his turn widen his eyes, he closes his eyes and pauses. he needs to pick his next words carefully, he really wants this to be a swift death, no point in dragging his heart against the pavement.

“towards you…? the one i love is you.”

he finally admits, hoping you finally understand. he’s run out of words to say, ways to express his unwavering love for you. you flicker between his eyes and lips, confirming if what he says is true, and what he feels is real; after a moment, you speak up.

“i’m sorry, i never… i knew you were opening up, but i didn’t stop to think…”

you calmly take him back into your arms, letting his head rest back on your shoulder. you stroke his hair slowly, trying to soothe him. “i was already so happy that you seemed to be opening up to me, i didn’t realize you meant it in that way. i didn’t want to push it any further than necessary.” he allows you to touch and pamper him, allowing himself the privilege of your tender care.

“i see. so you weren’t comfortable with it? you’re not comfortable with me…?”

“no, alhaitham. i’m more than comfortable with you, and i’d do all those things with you again.”

you blush, understanding the implications of what you had just said. you just opened yourself to him, laid yourself out for him to accept or reject. you close your eyes, bracing for what comes next, when you suddenly feel yourself being lifted up and spun around gently.

“alhaitham!”

“that’s all i needed to hear, darling. from this day on, we can do all those things and more… again and again, everyday.”

kaeya ♡

he likes to tease, that is no question. making others red in the face, in anger or embarrassment, is a pastime of his.

but why is it that you of all people, his one and only crush, remain unaffected?

its not like you even have a snarky remark back or try to hide your embarrassment, you simply let it pass as though it was the cool summer breeze against your skin.

“oh my… shouldn’t you take me out to dinner first?” “uh why?”

you surely enjoyed his company and the silly jokes he’d make, even though there would be times you just didn’t understand what he was talking about.

other than that, he’d often be extra chivalrous towards you, holding the door for you, taking your hand as you walk down the stairs… but i mean that’s how knights just are, right?

though you can often feel his overprotective step out, especially when it comes to your safety, you once again chalk it to him in his cavalry captain mode.

only his closest friends and allies can detect the minor difference in his behavior around you, except you, of course. it doesn’t bother him, because it only solidifies his love for you, how serious he is about you.

sometimes he truly is just amazed with the way your mind works to rule out all romantic possibilities, its like the notion of love does not even exist to you.

he doesn’t mind it one bit, though. if anything, he wishes to be the person who introduces you to love.

he knows he can reveal his feelings at any moment, but he wants you to figure it out for yourself, that epiphany of love is something he feels everyone should experience…

that is until he catches you blushing with another person.

“oh yeah! they’ve been talking to them the entire night… they’re really hitting it off, i don’t-”

every word after that is just muffled noise to him. he didn’t understand the feeling coursing through his vein. it was a poignant mixture of jealousy, sadness, and disappointment in himself.

he immediately steps out of angel’s share, not even bothering with a drink to drown his feelings. he thought he was special to you, the way you were to him.

that’s when the creaking of the tavern doors catches his attention, revealing you.

“oh, hi.”

your voice was timid in the chilly night atmosphere, the silence between you and kaeya almost deafening. he huffs and crosses his arms, trying to pretend as if he hadn’t just felt his heart rip, shatter and

“hey, so what are you doing here? i know you’re not one for taverns, most specially on a wednesday night.”

he doesn’t miss a beat, starting his investigation. your eyes widen at his unusually stern demeanor; its not like you haven’t seen this side of him, but you don’t know have a clue as to where it's coming from. you start to sober up, feeling the excitement and adrenaline of the bar leave you. “honestly, i had nothing better to do… and i was trying to get out of my comfort zone.”

he raises an eyebrow at your seemingly simple explanation; you didn’t have any reason to lie, and to be fair, it wasn’t like he had a right to know anyways. his posture relaxes as gives you his arm, gesturing for you to take it; you, having no reason to deny him, take his arm in yours. you both start walking down the streets, no definite destination in mind.

“Is something wrong, kaeya?”

the glazed look in your eyes is something he can’t ignore, and he knows you won’t ignore his furrowed eyebrows either. he sighs letting the cold air entering his lungs, as if numbing himself before the storm truly begins.

“yes, actually there is. could i be a burden to you?”

“kaeya… you know you can always talk to me about your feelings, you’re no burden to me.”

a bitter chuckle escapes his lips, acting as if he truly had nothing left to lose. “that’s why i love you, you know? ah… i thought i’d be saying this in a drunken stammer or you’d hear from rosaria or lisa, but i’m more sober than ever and… i love you so much it hurts.”

suddenly, his touch feels much colder than it ever has, sending a shiver down your spine. you pause for a moment, the adrenaline and heat rising back up.

“k-kaeya, wait… i love you too. i’m-”

“you needn’t spare my feelings or lie. perhaps it was my fault for letting my pride get the best of me, and now you’ve been swept away by someone else, someone who makes you blush.”

your eyebrows curved into a straight line, clearly baffled by kaeya’s assumptions. yes, you were a bit oblivious when it came to love, so you feel like you’d take note if “someone swept you away”.“kaeya, i have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you’re referring to my demeanor in the bar, i was…” you face only gets redder by the moment. “i-i don’t hold my alcohol very well…”

kaeya pauses for a second, his lips parting in a small o-shape. he feels like such a fool for jumping to assumptions so quickly, but he quickly regains his composure realizing something far more crucial, a smirk plastered onto his face.

“i see. so you like me after all? and i’ve finally managed to fluster you”

“n-no, you didn’t! the alcohol just hasn’t-”

“aha, so you do love me? dear, just say the word, and i’m all yours.”

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[pabtsblueliving]

I loved Come to Papa! I have the biggest crush on Chibs 😍. The man gets hotter as he gets older! Can I request for Chibs, maybe a first date with him??? He's trying to impress her. Like it's hard, right? Thanks!

Baby, I'm Yours

First date with Chibs

WC: 1.2K

Warnings: smoking, drinking, making out, like one curse word.

Hello, who doesn't have the biggest crush on him, hard not to. He was hot then and is still hot now. I started and finished when I got back from work, been wanting to write this all day. Bit rushed, but thank you for requesting, enjoy!

xoxo pabtsblueliving 💋

pabtsblueliving © 2023

You were nervous. A date.

You fiddled with the edge of your clay colored dress, sitting in your living room waiting to hear the motorcycle revving down the street. You were pleasantly surprised when Chibs Telford had asked you on a date.

You worked at the tattoo shop all the Sons had come through when they needed a new tattoo, or a new prospect was finally being initiated. You’d seen chibs a few times, never interacting too much unless it was a hello in that gorgeous voice, and a wink. A smile returned from you to him.

A few days ago he’d stopped in by himself, and you were cleaning up the shop. 

“Chibs, hey what can I do for you?” You smiled to him,

“Hi Lass, how’s the day?” He responded, “I’ve got a question, mayb’ bit out tha’ blue” He took his sunglasses off, put them on the counter, and leaned against it.

“Yeah, of course, what’s up?” You furrowed your brows, and taking off your gloves

“Ehm, would you want’a go on a date with me? Dinner, drinks, take yeh on tha’ bike?” He let out a breath he was seemingly holding since he’d arrived

Your eyes widened, and you smiled a bit, “Oh! Uhm, yeah, Chibs,” You looked down and smiled, then looking back up at him, “I would love to.” You beamed.

He gave you a smile, and a chuckle, “Alright, lady. Then uh, its a date” He picked up his sunglasses and began to walk out, confident in his stride. 

“Chibs, hold on.” You chased after him, meeting him at the bike.

He sat down and looked up, you continued, “When and where?” You chuckled a bit, he seemed to miss that part.

“Oh, ehm,” He let out a puff of air, “How about, tomorrow, 6pm, I’ll pick yeh up?” 

“It’s a date” You smiled and turned away, closing down the shop as he rode away.

And now, you find yourself, where we started. 

You fiddled with the edge of your clay colored dress, sitting in your living room waiting to hear the motorcycle revving down the street. You were pleasantly surprised when Chibs Telford had asked you on a date.

You’d just finished your third cigarette, in 30 minutes and a cocktail. You weren’t used to dates. You kept to yourself, provided your service of body art to the Sons, went out with friends sometimes, but that's really it. 

You let out a shaky breath. Did your hair look stupid, was your dress wrinkled, did your boots match your outfit? You were ripped from your thoughts when you heard the bike. His bike. You flew out of your seat, finding the nearest mirror and smoothing out your hair, adding lipliner and gloss to your lips.

He removed his gloves at the door, rapping his scarred knuckles on the door. Those three knocks finally pulled you into reality. You smoothed your dress and opened the door.

Upon opening the door was Chibs. He looked different, but handsome. He had black slacks with boots, a black button up that had more than a few buttons undone, and his cut. God, he looked great. 

You smiled and pulled your purse to your shoulder, “What do you think,” He started, “Clean up ok, for an old crow” His hands went up, presenting himself.

You laughed, “Clean up maybe too well” You winked. “Ready?” He held out his hand and a helmet. You nodded, strapped on your helmet and climbed behind Chibs, wrapping your arms around his sturdy frame.

And off you went, to the best date of your life. You went to an outdoor, casual, restaurant in the desert, 20 minutes from home. You had a chatty dinner, followed with a few drinks. You didn't want it to end.

You swallowed a sip of your cocktail, and took a drag of a cigarette, handing it to chibs as he leaned back in his chair taking it. The sun was setting on the desert, and he looked incredible.

“So,” You said, blowing out the smoke, “I’m surprised you’d asked me on a date.” 

He took a drag and chuckled, “Why’s tha’, Lass?” He raised a brow.

“I don't know, we’d never really spoken too much before, here and there. A wink and a smile maybe…” a smile broke out as you spoke, and he laughed.

“Well, em, I’ve had my eye on yeh for quite some time, Darlin’. Just recently grew the balls to finally talk to you and ask you.” He winked, bastard.

“Well, then thank god for your…balls…” You began to giggle and he chuckled, handing you the cigarette back.

As you took a final drag he spoke up, “How about we get outta here, love?” 

He handed you your helmet and put his sunglasses on, leading you back to the bike, and you rode off back to your home. 

He walked you to your door, a large, warm, hand at the small of your back leading you gently. You dug for your keys, nervous about his sudden silence.

“Damn…keys…uh,” You chuckled out an apology, and looked back. Finding him with his hands in his pockets, looking right at you. 

You finally grabbed your keys, and asked, brows furrowing, “What?” you questioned.

“Nothin’...I just eh, had fun…” He stalked closer, the space between you and your door, and him was getting increasingly smaller.

“I had a lot of fun too, Philip. I’d love to do it again sometime…soon…” You dropped your purse on the floor, and he trapped you between him and the door, arm above your head. You smelled his cologne, hoping it sticks to every item of clothing you're wearing.

You began, “so maybe like in a few days we can plan someth-” you started, cut off by a soft “shut up” 

You felt the chill of his rings on your cheek, and the smell of the leather and cologne on his skin, tasting the cigarette you shared not long ago, before you reached up and grabbed the shoulders of his cut. You quite literally melted into his kiss.

The arm above your head moved to the small of your back, bringing you in, This wasn't a normal kiss. It was sweet, slow, nothing too heated or sexy. 

You were soon interupped by the shrill of his cellphone, and he pulled away, breathing heavy as he sighed and answered the phone, while you remained in his grip. 

“Yeh?....Alright’ well, mate yer fecking interruptin’....You need me right now? Where?....” He answered on the phone, keeping eye contact with you then sighing, “Alright, Jesus christ, Tig give me twenty minutes.” He slammed the phone shut, forehead falling onto yours.

“I gotta go, lass…” He whispered, bringing a hand and stroking your hair.

“It’s ok, do what you’ve got to do Phil.” You gave him a wink and a smile, kissing right below his scar on his cheek

He winked back, and began to walk to his bike, “So, ill see yeh’ again, yes?” He yelled from down the driveway.

“After tonight, baby I’m yours.” You yelled back, a smile etched into your skin that would remain there for the whole night.

#soa chibs #chibs telford #chibs telford x reader #tommy flanagan #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy x reader #Phillip telford #sons of anarchy #chibs

[darkpurpledawn]

For the AU-gust prompt "Sculptor AU"

“But as your realtor, Mr. Crowley, I do insist that a different piece would be more-ah, welcoming for the foyer.”

Aziraphale’s hands twisted around his briefcase. They were oddly sweaty, although it was a cool day and the Mayfair residence was well-shaded by a mature hawthorn.

“But you do like it?” Crowley asked. His expression was unreadable beneath the everpresent sunglasses, but Aziraphale thought his gaze flicked to the statue of the two angels.

Aziraphale did, in fact, like it. It was large and dramatic, and sculpted with a vigor that made it look as though the winged beings might topple from their pedestal. But it had been dashed difficult to get Crowley to make any of his living space more approachable-looking before he put this hulking thing in the entry, and Aziraphale suspected the average homebuyer might find it all a bit much.

“Oh I’m no great art appreciator, Mr. Crowley,” Aziraphale demurred. “Certainly I think you’ve evident talent, and it’s quite--compelling.”

Crowley tapped his nose thoughtfully with one finger. Aziraphale imagined him running those long fingers over the marble flanks of the angels, bringing forth flesh from stone. He mentally chastised the capillaries in his face for blushing in front of a client.

“It’s Good and Evil, you know, can’t get more classic than that,” Crowley drawled. “Thought I’d make evil win this time though.”

He lowered the sunglasses and gave Aziraphale a wink.

Oh, now that was unfair.

“Mr. Crowley, did you have a look at the paint samples I suggested for the upstairs bath?” Aziraphale said faintly.

“Erm, yeah,” said Crowley, “I didn’t know there were that many kinds of beige, being honest.”

Aziraphale exhaled. They were back on firmer footing now. It was impossible to be erotically excited by comparing shades of ecru.

“Let’s take a quick look at the baseboards and see which of the suggested colors best matches the tile,” Aziraphale suggested.

Crowley nodded, and headed for the stairway. Aziraphale cast his eyes around at the projects in Crowley’s studio on the ascent to the second floor. There was a monstrous-looking dog, snakes that seemed about to wriggle free from their stone skin, and a number of angels that seemed to be in various states of psychological distress.

“Whoa!” 

Aziraphale moved before he could think, before he could really see what had happened--Crowley tripped and fell back a stair and Aziraphale braced himself against the railing and stopped the two of them from falling further.

“For heaven’s sake, my own sodding flat--thanks Mr. Fell, sorry about that,” Crowley said, and stood upright again. Aziraphale was relieved--Crowley’s back was no longer pressing into him--until Crowley turned around to look at his rescuer, and he was forced to bear the pressure of an even more hazardous side of Crowley. 

Think of beige, he instructed himself. Think of baseboards, think of bifold doors. Think of renovations to historic buildings that remove all the ornamental stonework. Think of smart home devices, and those horrid bookshelves that barely have any books on them at all. Think of all the dreadful, palatable things you tell people to put in their homes.

Think of Crowley moving away from London. Think of how you’ll never have to think of this again.

#good omens #good omens ficlet #au gust #au gust 2023 #good omens au #my fics

[99hook]

So if you feel like writing this, I had a little idea and I really don’t write that well, but I love everything you put your creativity and talent into.

So I have a crippling fear of airplanes and I just thought a cute idea is if you’re on the plane and it’s your first time flying, and you get seated next to Hook (who you don’t know) and he notices all the nervous and anxious things going on with you and helps you through them? Him being really sweet and comforting and helping you calm down?

this is actually so cute i love this idea and i hope you love what i turned it into!!

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Everybody goes on planes at some point in their lives, but you were hoping you’d be an exception to that. Unfortunately for you, that just wasn’t the case.

Everyone filed up the steps like they’ve done it a million and one times, but you could’ve swore your knees were going to buckle the second you stepped off the concrete.

Your clammy hands were trembling, heart was aggressively pounding in your chest, and you tried your best to soothe yourself but there was no use.

As soon as you sat down, it all sunk in. You were about to be trapped on that plane, suspended in the air for seven straight hours and there was no changing that now.

You closed your eyes and did your best to inhale a deep, hopefully calming breath, but it only felt like the oxygen in your lungs was being snatched out too soon.

Your shaking hands needed something to hold onto, and your armrest sufficed for that, but you didn’t feel any more secure.

You looked around at all the people surrounding you. Some putting in headphones and reclining their seats back, ready to doze off for the duration of the flight. Others were on their phones or pulling out a book to read, and nobody at all seemed the least bit nervous.

A couple minutes went by that you kept your eyes closed for. You wanted to attempt to sleep through everything and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. You’d just wake up when you land and not have to remember what it looks like to stare down at clouds instead of up at them.

But you felt someone sit down next to you and immediately opened your eyes, finding that a guy with a black hoodie and sunglasses masking his face had occupied your space.

He stuffed some snacks in the pocket of the back of the seat in front of him before he glanced over at you, letting a small smile grace his lips.

“Hey.” he nods his chin as he removes his sunglasses and pulls his hood down, exposing his deep brown eyes and wildly disheveled hair.

“Hi.” you managed to shoot him your best smile, but it was shaky when it pulled across your lips.

Just then, you heard the announcement that the plane was taking off in just five minutes, and you suddenly felt that gut wrenching twist in your stomach all over again.

You rested your head back and closed your eyes again, attempting to take a couple deep breaths but, once again, they felt more suffocating than anything else.

That’s when you heard the sound of a bag loudly crumbling and glanced down to see the man sitting next to you, pulling out a bag of doritos and a bag of gummy bears from his little stash.

He opened the bag of gummy bears first and tilted them towards you. “You want some?” he offered, but you politely declined. The last thing you could think about in that moment was eating anything. You couldn’t even have breakfast that morning without feeling sick.

He shrugged and reached in the bag, grabbing a couple of the gummy bears and plopping them in his mouth.

You lolled your head to the side and tried to close your eyes again, but the second announcement rang through the plane and you felt like you wanted to bolt.

Suddenly your chest felt like someone double your size was sitting on it and the walls of the plane felt like they were closing in.

The second you felt the plane start moving you meant to grab the armrest, but the man next to you had claimed it.

He glanced down at your hand gripping his arm for dear life, and he didn’t pull away. He looked up at you with a bit of a confused look on his face before he noticed the way you were breathing unevenly, your cheeks were a bit flushed and you had the look of fear in your eyes.

“Is this your first time on a plane?” he asks, and all you can do is nod. You only realized it then, that you’d been gripping that stranger’s arm instead of the armrest and immediately pulled away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just grab you like that” you managed to apologize even though you felt like your throat was as dry as bone.

“It’s okay” he says as he keeps his eyes trained on you. He noticed the way your skin was getting paler by the passing second and reached down into his stash of treats to pull out one of the three water bottles he had.

“Here, you should drink this.” he says as he hands you the bottle. His brows knitted together as he watched your trembling hand struggle to twist the cap, and took it upon himself to open it for you before he passed it back.

You took a couple sips and felt the slightest bit of refreshment afterwards, but you were still shaking like a leaf and anybody would be able to see that.

“I’m Tyler” you heard the man blurt out. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” you weakly replied as you clutch the water bottle like your life depended on it. Glancing out the window was your first mistake. All you saw was the city below getting smaller and smaller, clouds beginning to cover the rooftops.

“Whats your favorite color?” The man asks another question, one that was more random than anything else. You pulled your eyes off of the frightening view and over to him, noticing the rather perplexed look that crossed his face.

“Um… I don’t know, honestly. Maybe red? Blue? I don’t really have one.”

“Favorite snack?” he fires another question, “I probably have it in here.” he reaches down and pulls out an abundance of bags of candies, spreading them out across his lap. “Take your pick.”

You looked down at the various snacks, one in particular did seem more appealing than the rest of them, but you didn’t think you’d be able to stomach anything.

“I’m okay, but thank you.” you politely declined again.

He eyed you for a second, taking note that you looked a bit less pale than you did when the plane first took off. He nodded before he gathered those snacks back together and stuffed them in the pocket in front of him.

“Well if you want any later, help yourself.” he says as he slouches down a little in his seat, stretching his legs as much as he can.

He was trying to think of another random question he could ask in an attempt to distract you.

You couldn’t help but to look back out the window, but now all that you could see were the mists of the clouds. No buildings or roads or anything else in sight.

You nearly felt dizzy when you let yourself comprehend just how high above ground you were, and decided it was best if you just didn’t keep looking out that small window anymore.

Tyler saw you starting to get worked up again when you laid your head back and screwed your eyes shut, doing your best not to let your anxiety get the best of you this time.

He glanced down at your hands gripping the armrests and up at your lip being bit down on so hard that he was sure you’d make it bleed.

“Wanna listen to some music?” You heard him ask, peering your eyes open to see that he was extending an airpod.

You almost shook your head, thinking that coupled with everything you’re feeling, adding music in your ear to the mix might make you way too overstimulated, but you just grabbed the airpod and tucked it in your ear, because at this point you were willing to try anything that just might distract you.

He leaned in a little closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he showed you his playlist.

“I don’t know what all you like to listen to, but I have a little bit of everything on here.” he tells you as he slowly scrolls down.

“Anything, it doesn’t matter” you say back, and he nods as he scrolls back up to the top and hits shuffle.

A couple Metallica songs here, Asap songs there, a few artists you’d never heard of, and a few you hadn’t heard since you were young played for about an hour, the two of you sitting in silence as you listened to the music.

“How you feelin?” He asked as he pressed pause at the end of a song and looked over at you.

“Better, actually.” you tell him. “It’s not that bad. It’s just being so high up- i don’t know-“

“Yeah, it’s the thought of it that’s the worst part. Once you get on though, it’s nothing to be scared of.” he shrugs easily, “I’ve probably been on about a hundred flights this year alone. Once you get used to it, it’s just another thing.”

“That’s a lot of flights” you gaped, “You travel for work or something?”

His brows knitted together slightly before a wide smile played on his face, followed by a chuckle.

“Yeah, usually. I’m a pro wrestler. I’m always traveling for that and some other stuff I do on the side.”

“Pro wrestler? Wow, I bet that’s a fun career to have. You do like- shows and stuff?”

Another chuckle slipped past his lips as he nodded, “Yeah, shows on tv, actually. You ever heard of All Elite Wrestling?”

It rung a bell with you, but you never really watched it. You nodded and then shrugged as you said, “Somewhat familiar.”

“Well that’s the company I work for.”

“That’s cool, i’ve never really watched it, to be honest. I mean, I watched WWE a good bit when I was a kid but, I got older and never really had the time. Maybe I’ll start watching one day.”

“I mean, I don’t want to sound like like i’m promoting or anything, but I think you should. Or maybe you could come out to one of the shows and experience it live. It’s better when you’re there in person.”

“Maybe i’ll do that” you say, watching as a boyish grin spreads across his lips, a bashful smile that ends in him doing his best to hide it by looking down at his phone, realizing that he hadn’t been playing the music because he got too caught up in the conversation.

You noticed the countdown on the screen ahead of you decreasing significantly. Somehow you’d been on that plane for almost three hours already and thanks to Tyler keeping you occupied it felt like you’d been on for no more than thirty minutes at most.

“So is that why you’re on here now?” you asked when the conversation died. “Do you have a show soon?”

“Yeah, tomorrow night.” he says, locking his phone and once again forgetting about the music he was supposed to be playing. “Usually it’s on wednesday nights, but sometimes Saturdays now too. Every once in a while I’m apart of a pay-per-view show and that’s on sundays. My schedule is kind of all over the place right now but, yeah, tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the way he rambled.

“What about you?” He asked. “Why are you on here?”

“Visiting some family.” You tell him as you finally start to feel that weight being completely lifted off of your chest, able to actually breathe again without feeling like your lungs were being squeezed.

“Usually I drive, but I didn’t have the time to get there and back before I have to go back to work. So, unfortunately, I had to hop on a last minute flight and face the one fear i’ve had since I was a kid.”

“Well, you’re facing it.” He shrugs with a grin, “You should be pretty proud of yourself for that.”

He looked down at his phone and realized then that the music was still paused, and you’d forgotten all about it yourself, until he pressed play and the intro to a rock song you were vaguely familiar with started playing in your ear.

You reclined your seat a tad bit, keeping your head turned so that you didn’t manage to steal a glimpse out the window.

He reclined his seat back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking past you, out onto the clouds that floated below the plane.

“You cold?” He asks when you rub your hands over your arms. It was just a way to keep yourself composed, but before you could respond, he was already calling the flight attendant over.

She came back a couple moments later and handed him a thick, white blanket that he opened up and passed one side over to you, keeping the other half of it draped loosely over his waist.

The simple gesture made your heart melt, but you did your best to hide that.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you clutched the blanket against your chest, reveling in the warmth of it.

“You’re welcome.” He grins. You could see his eyes getting heavy, and maybe that was contagious, because as soon as you got comfortable, you could hardly keep your eyes open.

The music being played through the airpod turned into nothing short of a sweet lullaby and before you knew it, you’d drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, your head was resting on his shoulder. It took a moment for you to realize it, but once you did, you quickly sat yourself up, only to find him already awake, scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to lay all over you like that.” You tell him, but all he does is look over at you with that same, boyish grin.

“It’s okay, didn’t bother me at all.”

You felt your cheeks starting to burn, unable to contain the smile spreading across your lips so you turned your head, and that’s when you saw that the ground was rapidly approaching.

You looked at the screen ahead of you and realized that you’d slept through the whole other half of that flight. Part of you was glad that you did, but the other part of you wished you would’ve woke up a little sooner. Maybe talked to the sweet stranger next to you a little bit more.

You reached up and pulled the airpod out your ear, handing it over to him. He was already gathering his snacks that he hadn’t finished and a couple other random items he brought with him.

“Hey?” You blurted out before you actually meant to, but you caused him to stop what he was doing and look over at you.

“I just wanted to say thank you for calming me down earlier. I was honestly terrified, but it really wasn’t bad at all. I actually think… I don’t know, I think I might like planes now.”

You watched a smile spread across his lips and felt your heart fluttering back.

“Im glad I could help.” He grins, “And, I don’t know if you were serious about possibly attending one of the shows, but if you were, you should let me know when you plan on going.”

He clicked a few things on his phone before he passed it over to you, having the new contact screen pulled up for you to give him your number.

You couldn’t help but smile as you typed your name and number, and he couldn’t help but smile when he watched you do it.

He sent you a text that you read later on that night, simply stating his name and a link to all of the upcoming shows, dates and locations, but after that, another text followed, and you couldn’t help but to grin ear to ear when you read it.

“but if you’d rather not come to a show, we can always go out to dinner instead.”

#hook aew #hook x reader #aew hook #hook aew fic #hook aew x reader #tyler senerchia

[callsign-fox]

You Suck at Pool - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Fem!Reader

Prompt: You ard Rooster are dating. When your dad Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell comes into town, tension rises. 

————————————————————————- The Hard Deck was packed to the brim with people. It was just past nine and the typical crowd that frequented the establishment were scattered around the bar. I made my way through the dense crowd toward the back of the room where a group of Fightertown pilots congregated, a few of them in the middle of a game of pool.

I slowly moved in their direction, glancing down at my phone briefly at a text message that popped up on my screen.

Call me - Dad

I wasn’t surprised it was from a new phone number. If my dad wasn’t losing his phones he was breaking them. Sometimes it was by accident, and other times it was on purpose. I chose to ignore him for the moment, and as I looked up from my phone I was immediately stopped by a tall blonde man in a pilot's uniform.

“To get past me you must pay the toll, sweetheart.”

I gave him half a smile, “A toll, huh. What’s the price?”

He looked over his shoulder at his comrades, a cocky smile written across his face. I could feel the rest of them looking at me, but the blonde kept my attention.

“Your name for a start, and how about a drink?”

“And who says you are deserving of those things?” I countered.

He leaned in closer, “I’m a great guy once you get to know me.”

“I bet,” I paused, locking eyes with one of the guys standing near the pool table. “But I have a better idea. How about if I beat your friend over there in the sunglasses at a round of pool, you have to buy a round of drinks for the bar. If I lose, you can have my name and the next round of drinks are on me.”

The man looked a bit confused but I didn’t give him a chance to question me as I grabbed the cue from his hand and moved toward the table.

“Hangman, is it?” I said, reading aloud the name that appeared on his name tag. “Am I stripes or solids?”

He smiled, “Yes ma’am, and stripes.”

“Well Hangman, you might as well get your credit card out because you just lost.”

He chuckled behind me. “You seem very confident. Why do you see that?”

“Because you see, Hangman. Rooster here has never been good at pool,” he quickly glanced between the two of us, a confused look on his face, “And I’m very good.” I said, smiling at him.

I leaned over the pool table and lined my cue up with the white ball. They were already in the middle of a game and stripes were losing with not one in the pocket. That wouldn’t be a problem.

I lined up the shot, but right before I took it I looked up at my competitor, “ Where you been Rooster?”

I took the shot without taking my eyes off of him  and three balls landed in three different pockets. The game was now tied.

Rooster removed the sunglasses from his face and shoved them into his left pocket. “Y/N, I know you’re mad-“

“I came back after being out of the country for over a month and you are nowhere to be found. No note, no call, nothing.”

A female figure appeared beside me, “I warned him, but you know how well he listens.”

I smiled at my friend, “Thanks Phoenix.”

Hangman chimed in, “I gather you all know each other. Especially you two,” he said, gesturing between Rooster and I.

Rooster ignored him, “I thought you were coming back next week.” He took a shot but missed.

Typical.

”I decided to come back early. I tried to call you.”

“There wasn’t any service.”

“So, where were you that you didn’t have any service?” I hit two more striped balls into the same pocket. Three left including the eight ball. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off of me.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I fucked up, I know I should have just told you where I was going but I didn’t want to stress you out.” He lined up his cue and hit one ball in.

“Rooster, just tell me where you were!” My phone vibrated in my back pocket but I ignored it.

“You are such a dead man.” I heard Phoenix laugh behind me as I lined up my cue once again.

Rooster immediately glared in her direction but turned to me once again, “I was in Russia.”

I hit the white ball harder than I had intended but it did the job. The last two striped balls went into the pocket, “Russia?” I muttered angrily.

“See, this is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”

“You were in Russia. That is a pretty big one to keep from me.” I took a deep breath and moved to his side of the table. He took another shot and one more ball went in. The game was over, he knew it. He slowly leaned into me, his back pressed against mine and whispered into my ear.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to worry you.”

I pulled the cue back and hit him hard. He clenched his stomach in pain but his smile didn’t faulter. “I deserved that.”

I hit the eight ball in and placed my cue on the table. I could hear Hangman whining behind me but I turned to Rooster who sneakily wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me in close.

“You know you’ve been on edge lately when it comes to the missions I’ve been sent on. This was supposed to be a quick one. I really thought I’d beat you back.”

I placed my hand against his muscular chest and my heart began to race. “You almost died on your last mission, Bradley. I can’t just drop that and not worry every time you get into a plane.”

“I didn’t almost die-“

“Yes, you did. You had to eject. I would say that is pretty close to ‘almost dying’. I know it’s an adrenaline rush for you but it’s still scary.”

He placed a soft kiss on my lips, “I know, I’m sorry. But do you still think it’s sexy that I fly fighter jets or is it just scary now?”

I smiled, “Oh no, it is still sexy.”

We both laughed before he kissed me again, this time with much more urgency. His lips moved against mine and I couldn’t help but melt into him.

A familiar voice pulled my attention and I immediately pulled away from Rooster, biting his lip in the process.

“Owe.” He said, touching his lip.

I locked eyes with my dad who stood with his arms crossed, his expression blank. “Dad.”

“Maverick,” Bradley said, taking a step away from me.

I could tell he was confused, and possibly angry but he smiled in my direction as I walked around the table toward him, “Dad, what on earth are you doing here?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I did try to call you….”

I smiled, “I’m sorry I’ve been busy with work.”

I didn’t look back at Bradley who I knew couldn’t be happy to see my dad.

“It’s good to see you sweetheart,” He said, pulling me in for a hug.”

“I’m happy to see you too dad.”

Instead of standing here with the two of them in close proximity to each other and an altercation not far in the future, I quickly grabbed my dad and pointed toward the door. “Let’s go talk somewhere more private.”

I followed him out into the open San Diego air, the sound of the waves relaxing me just a bit.

He took a few steps away from me toward the beach then quickly turned around, “When were you going to tell me?“

I took a deep breath, “About what?” He rolled his eyes. “The next time I saw you. I didn’t think it was something I should text you and you are impossible to get on the phone.”

“Were you guys messing around when he lived with us because I’ll kill him right now-“

“No, dad. Nothing happened when he lived with us. It wasn’t until way after that.”

This time he took a deep breath, “When?”

“We reconnected a little over a year ago. Here, actually. We’ve been together since then.” I paused, hesitant to tell him the next part but decided to get it over with. “We live together.”

He was quiet for a moment. “If this is just some rebellious faze-“

“I’m 32.”

“It could be just a fling-“

I rolled my eyes, “It’s not just a ‘fling’ dad, I love him.”

The door to the bar shut behind me and by the look on my dad’s face, I knew Bradley had just joined us. I turned to look at him, his expression blank.

“What are you doing here Mav?” Bradley asked.

He laughed, “What, I can’t come to see my daughter.”

Bradley laughed and I quickly nudged him to stop. “Seriously, why are you here?”

He looked back and forth between the two of us before finally telling us the reason he was back in San Diego. “I was reassigned.”

“To what?” I asked.

“Top Gun.”

I was into it so I did a Part 2 - Here

#rooster #bradley bradshaw #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x fem!reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun imagine #miles teller #bradley bradshaw imagine

[findingnemosworld]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐛𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥

・𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: @a-little-bit-rascal

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

Y/N was a firm believer of fate, that whatever occurs was predetermined for her - and apparently going through two heartbreaks seemed to be the case, and while it does not seem that big of a deal to some, for her it was; as her heartbreaks were plastered online for everyone to see, Y/N was no ordinary girl, she'd been fortunate to break through the industry as a popular actor and dancer which had garnered her a sizable following, the exact following that saw her break down and come undone only to rise and get straight to work not allowing herself to fully grief the heartbreak until she was in her hometown, and yet somehow, after those heartbreak she was blessed, and it all started the day she had been invited to attend Wimbledon.

She was seated next to a handsome brunette man, around her age dressed in an all black casual yet stylish ensemble, with sunglasses over his eyes, and it wasn't until he removed them that she realized exactly who he was - Chelsea and England's star, Ben Chilwell.

The pair exchanged small talk which quickly formed into a conversation after the event as they exchanged numbers, Ben had even taken the initiative by asking her out on a date, then another and another when time was possible, yet in the midst of those six months nearing seven, they'd never discussed the possibility of becoming anything more than just two adults casually spending time together, while she didn't fault him for not labelling their relationship ( that's if it's a relationship ) she couldn't help but feel lost.

She knew she liked him, quite a lot yet the fear of abandonment, or worse, being dumped for the third time took over, hence why she never brought it up, firmly believing that Ben didn't see them going as far as they can.

Except he did.

You see, while Y/N was stressing over the prospect of them going far in their relationship, Ben was so enamored by her that his England teammates were the unfortunate victims of his affinity for the dancer, particularly James Maddison.

" Mate " James interjects, " I know you're obsessed with her, but for the love of all that is holy, stop! "

It was then that Ben realized that he had been oversharing a bit too much, " Sorry bout that " he murmurs.

" It's fine " James said, " I understand how you feel, I mean I was like that when I first met Kennedy, and here I am, three kids in and happily in love " he grew silent before smiling, " I have an idea, why don't we invite her to come? "

" I don't know mate, she's probably busy " Ben shrugs, as he knew she had a tight schedule of performances and the fact that he didn't want to scare her by making such a big move.

" Listen, Kennedy won't be able to come because she has to watch over the kids, I'll ask her to phone Y/N and see if she can come to Poland instead " James said, then adds with an eye roll, " If she says yes, you will man up, ask her to be your girlfriend and hopefully, get me out of my misery "

____

This is ludicrous, she shouldn't have allowed herself to be persuaded like this yet here she was, at the airport in the small shop looking at something to get for Ben - all the while she was debating if she should just walk out and miss the flight, her thoughts were soon broken by a familiar sound, she looks up to see Aine May in front of her, the girlfriend of Ben's teammate, Conor Gallagher.

" Y/N " Aine May smiles, embracing her before frowning. " You alright? "

Y/N attempted to wave it off with a smile, " Yeah, I just - I was looking for something to get Ben before the flight and I ... " she trails off and swallows the lump in her throat, " Am I making the right choice? I mean, we aren't even serious and here I am acting like a girlfriend " she chuckles.

The blonde girl shakes her head, " Show me your ticket? "

Y/N complies, giving her the ticket; Aine May grins, " we are literally sitting next to one another, come on, I'm getting a new cologne for Conor since he finished his last one "

They spent the next hour roaming through to get what they felt was fitting, and then boarding the flight. Y/N's mind felt messy, yet Aine May assured her that she'll be fine, that Ben would be happy to see her as several of the other WAG's would be there, the only thing she can hope for was that Ben would be happy to see her, otherwise ... this will be a terrible idea.

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( I know England flopped in the match but let's pretend they didn't )

The teams were in the tunnel, Ben stood behind James - and while he tried his best to focus, his brain draws back to Y/N and when James turned to him, he sighs. " Mate, relax! " he said, Ben sighs and shakes his head, " I should have asked her to come, I mean ... I miss her a lot, I know I sound like a sap but it's true "

" Yes, you do sound like a sap " James sighs softly, " Now, focus on the game and who knows, maybe she did come, I mean Kennedy didn't say anything but you never know " he shrugs.

They were ushered out onto the pitch, and Ben opted not to dwell on Y/N and instead try his best to pour his focus onto the upcoming match - they'd taken the pictures and were then dispersed onto the pitch in their assigned positions, the first half was definitely intense for England as clearly Ukraine were attempting their best to score early and unfortunately they'd done just that, the goal had definitely placed a damper on them throughout the first half up until the extra minutes when they walked in.

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Y/N was able to catch the end of the first half and was heartbroken seeing the dejection on Ben as well as the England players as they had hoped not to concede, she took her seat next to Aine May who filled her on what happened earlier, the pair continued to chat until the second half began which seemed to pan out better for England who had thankfully equalized the scoresheet thanks to Kyle Walker's goal.

At around the 58th minute, England were awarded a corner which Ben jogged up to the corner to perform, and right then; he looked up and saw her, his face lights up almost instantly and just then, he turns around executing the corner which thankfully had the ball pushed into the net by Jude Bellingham thus granting England the lead over Ukraine, and provided them with momentum to keep the match in their favor until the very end.

Aine May nudges Y/N to alert her of Ben running over to greet her, what she didn't expect was to be greeted by a warm embrace followed by a soft kiss that radiated a deep sense of longing, " I missed you so much " Ben whispers.

" Yeah? " Y/N beams.

" Thank god you're here " James interrupts them, " He was driving us mad with how much he missed you " he laughs.

" Finally mate " Jude yells with a laugh.

" God knows how long we had to sit and endure him sapping over how much he missed her " Declan joins in.

" Stop it you two " came the voice of their captain and friend Harry Kane, " it's not his fault he's in love " he chuckles.

" But he had us wanting to drive heads up the wall Haz " Jude groans.

" Yeah, plus we couldn't sleep well " Conor said.

Y/N looks at Ben who blushes, " That bad huh? "

" You can't even imagine " Ben chuckles.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell fanfiction #ben chilwell one shot #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell fluff #ben chilwell fanfic #ben chilwell x reader

[candycandy00]

Pick Me Up - A Gojo x Reader x Geto Halloween Fanfic Part 4

Gojo and Geto are two serial killers who enjoy seducing their victims before killing them. Every year on Halloween they have a friendly competition, and this year the target they both choose is you. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The first two parts will be fairly short and just serve to set up the way these two operate. The third part starts the “main part”. Any feedback or comments are greatly appreciated! Divider by @violetbudd

Smut. 18+. Fem Readers. Smut mostly just thought/talked about in this part. Blood/Gore/Violence/Death of extremely minor characters. Gojo and Geto are both bisexual. 

The handsome man who rescued you in his white van is very kind. That’s the first thing that pops into your head as he talks to you. “Are you hurt anywhere? Do you need to go to a hospital?” he asks, sounding concerned. 

“No, I’m not hurt. He mostly just scared me. I think he was planning to hurt me though,” you say, a shiver of fear running through you. You can still see the cold look in Suguru’s eyes as he said terrible things to you. Didn’t he say he wanted to kill you? It all happened so fast, and the shock hasn’t worn off yet. He seemed so nice! You almost let him take your virginity! 

“He didn’t try to force himself on you, did he?” 

The driver’s voice pulls your attention back to him. He’s removed his sunglasses and is constantly glancing at you while also watching the road. God, those eyes are unreal. 

You turn a bit red as you answer his question. “No, nothing like that.” You don’t feel it’s necessary to mention that you were willingly making out with the guy minutes before he started chasing you. If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’re kind of disappointed that it didn’t go further. If he hadn’t turned out to be a violent person that is. You were really into it, really excited. Your panties are still damp! 

The man beside you gives you a smile. It’s dazzling. “That’s a relief,” he says, then quickly adds, “I’m sorry if that question made you uncomfortable. It’s just the natural assumption, right? Pretty little angel like you gets attacked by a man in the woods… I thought the worst.”

Your face gets even redder. He just called you pretty! A guy who could easily be a model or a movie star thinks you’re pretty! You force yourself to calm down. You’re still shocked from what happened with Suguru. Your emotions are running wild. 

“So did you decide where you want me to take you?” he asks. “I can take you to your place, to the police station, to whatever party you were going to in that costume…”

You suddenly look down, remembering what you’re wearing. Your costume is shredded, showing way more skin than you realized. You wrap your arms around yourself quickly, covering as much as possible. 

The man notices, and pulls off to the side of the road. “Here, you can wear my jacket,” he says as he slips it off his shoulders and hands it to you. 

You accept it gratefully, pulling it on and snuggling into its softness. It carries the warmth of his body heat and the smell of fancy cologne. “Thank you so much,” you say, looking up at him. With the jacket off, he’s wearing a form-fitting black shirt that emphasizes how well toned his body is. You avert your eyes. What’s going on with you? And why is every man you meet tonight so gosh darn gorgeous? 

He’s still parked, waiting for you to decide where to go, not rushing or pressuring you. What a considerate guy! 

“I’m sorry for being indecisive,” you tell him. “Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. And, really, nothing actually happened tonight. He just chased me for a little while. He didn’t even have a weapon. Maybe it was just a Halloween prank.”

The man looks thoughtful, crossing his arms over his sculpted chest. “Could be. People tend to act strange on Halloween night, like they’re living out a horror movie or something.”

“I love horror movies, but I don’t want to live one out,” you say with a small laugh, starting to feel more at ease. 

He grins at you. “I love horror movies too,” he says. Then he holds out his hand to you. “I’m Satoru, by the way.”

You take his hand as you tell him your name, and you notice that he holds yours just a few seconds longer than expected, as if his touch is lingering on you. 

“I need to get my car,” you say, “but he had my keys. I guess I should call the police so they can escort me back there.”

Satoru turns in his seat to face you. “I can go with you.”

You shake your head frantically. “No! No way! I can’t get you any more involved than you already are! Suguru might be dangerous. What if he hurts you?”

Satoru laughs. “Don’t worry about me!” Then he tilts his head down, crystal eyes peering into yours as a cocky smile spreads over his lips. “I’m strong.”

He says it with such confidence that you automatically believe him. “Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind,” you say, a little bit breathless. 

“Let’s go get your car,” he replies with a smile, pulling back onto the road. 

You watch him as he drives, growing more and more enamored with his easy going nature. “You’re like a knight in shining armor,” you blurt out. 

He laughs. “Really? You think so?”

You nod, smiling at him. “I can tell, you’re the type to look out for people. And…”

He glances over at you. “Hmm?”

You blush slightly as you go on. “There’s something warm about you. Maybe it’s just your nature. But you make people feel safe.”

His eyes are on your face, lingering for as long as they can before he has to return them to the road. There’s something unfathomable about his expression, something hidden in the endless depths of those oceanic eyes. 

“Thanks,” he says. “That’s real sweet of you to say.”

As he drives along, you watch out the window, thinking you might see Suguru or your car. You see neither, but you do spot the side road Suguru directed you to drive on as the van zips past it. 

“Oh, you missed it,” you tell Satoru.

He turns his head to look back. “I did? I thought it was further up.”

“No, I’m certain,” you say. “I noticed that Farmer’s Market sign right before I turned off.”

“Okay. I’ll turn and go back.”  

Just a little distance away is another side road. Satoru pulls onto it, and after a few minutes you realize he’s had plenty of opportunities to turn around, but hasn’t. You look over at him curiously as the van drives deeper into the woods. 

“Sorry,” he says, finally stopping the van. “I was just so sure this was the right road. I should’ve listened to you.”

“It’s okay,” you say with a smile. 

But he doesn’t turn, doesn’t even start the van back up. Instead he looks at you with those shimmering eyes. “If this makes you uncomfortable, I’m sorry, but I have to say it. I think you’re really beautiful. Would it be okay… if I kiss you?”

You didn’t expect that. You stare at him for a moment, feeling heat spread over your face. You definitely want to be kissed. You’d enjoyed it so much when Suguru did it, and now another incredibly handsome man wants to kiss you? You can’t believe your luck. 

You look at Satoru, at his tall frame, his strong arms, and say, “Okay. But first… can you hug me?”

He blinks, surprised, looking at your blushing face. Then a friendly grin appears on his mouth. “Sure, I can hug you.”

Satoru leans across the seat and wraps both arms around you, pulling you against him and just holding you there. His embrace is gentle, and you savor the feeling of being in his arms. You breathe out a sigh, and after a few moments, you pull away and smile up at him. 

“I knew you’d be warm,” you tell him. 

There’s an emotion in his beautiful eyes that you can’t comprehend, a flash of something you don’t recognize. Then he kisses you, his mouth hungry on yours, devouring you. His kiss is more aggressive than Suguru’s, more intense. You’re not sure which you like best. 

When he pulls away, you’re both breathing hard. “Wanna get in the back of my van?” he asks, and you know exactly what he’s asking. And you know what your answer is. You don’t know what’s wrong with you, why you suddenly want to have sex with him the way you wanted to with Suguru. Maybe it’s some sort of response to the spike of fear and adrenaline you felt earlier. Or maybe you’re just a little bit slutty and didn’t know it. 

Regardless, you nod your head, and he opens his door and gets out. You slide over to get out on the driver’s side, but before your stockinged feet can touch the cold ground covered in damp leaves, he pulls you into his arms and carries you bridal style to the back of the van. 

“Don’t want you to hurt those cute feet,” he says with a laugh as he shifts your weight long enough to free one hand and open the van’s back doors. 

Once you’re both inside, he wastes no time. His hands are moving over you, pulling his jacket off your shoulders, tearing at the already damaged fabric of your top, ripping off your skirt in one yank, leaving only white lace panties. He’s moving a little faster than you’re prepared for, but his touch is so warm and soft, and everything feels so good, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to slow down. 

Just as he dips his head to run his tongue over your throat, you hear music. Both of you pause. It takes a moment for you to recognize it as a ringtone. It’s a horror movie theme song, and it’s blaring from Satoru’s pocket. 

You giggle at the sound. “Figures the crappy service around here would start working now.”

He grins. “I’ll turn it off. Nothing is more important than this.” He reaches into the pocket of his pants and digs around, trying to cancel the call or turn the sound off. Somehow, in his rush, he drops the phone from his pocket and it clatters to the floor. In the dim lights of the van, the phone’s bright screen lights up like a beacon. 

Both of you look down. Clearly displayed on the screen is the notification of a call. The name of the caller? Suguru. 

You stare at that name, a million questions running through your brain before, just as before with the empty gas can, the obvious answer springs to the front of your mind. They know each other. This is all some kind of sick game they’re playing with you. And they’re both probably very dangerous. You look up at Satoru. One of his arms is still around your waist. Your half naked body is still pressed against him. Neither of you speak. 

Then, all at once, you tear yourself free of him and make a run for the van’s back door. But before you can reach it, he grabs a handful of your hair and jerks you backwards, back into his grasp. The hands that had been so sweet and gentle just moments ago were now rough and violent. You wanted to cry. Why did this keep happening to you? But you had no time for tears. You had to focus on getting away. 

You twist in his grip, ignoring the pain in your scalp, and ram your knee into his crotch. He immediately releases you, hissing out a cry of, “Fffffffuuuuuck!”

As you wrench open the door and jump out of the van, you hear his voice screaming, “Got me right in the goddamn dick!”

“Good!” you yell back, the instinct to apologize finally gone. You find yourself running for your life through the woods for the second time tonight, this time clad only in panties, a tattered sheer top, and ripped stockings. 

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Satoru rubs his sore dick through his pants, wincing. Now he wants to kill the little angel more than ever. His phone is still ringing, so he reaches down and grabs it, then answers with a sharp, “Fuck you, Suguru!”

He hears his friend’s laughter through the phone. “Hey, you cockblocked me first! I was minutes away from fucking her!”

“Me too,” Satoru says, hopping down out of the back of the van. “Little cunt kicked me in the dick.”

Suguru laughs even harder. Then he seems to compose himself and say, “So what now? She’s not gonna let either of us fuck her now.”

“Fuck the rules,” Satoru grumbles. “I’m gonna split her open like a ripe melon!”

There’s a pause, then Suguru asks, “With your knife or your dick?”

“I don’t know!” Satoru yells, climbing into the driver’s seat while grimacing in pain. “Where are you now? We need to find her before she gets help.”

“Not far from her car. I was watching in case she came back for it. Pick me up?”

“Sure, be there in a sec,” Satoru replies, then ends the call. He finds Suguru beside the road, almost exactly where he picked up the angel. 

Suguru is grinning as he climbs into the van. “How’s your dick?” 

Satoru spreads his thighs apart in his seat. “Why don’t you check it out for me?”

Suguru’s grin fades and he looks away. “No thanks.”

“We see each other’s dicks all the time, what’s the problem?”

Suguru doesn’t answer him. It’s true that they’ve seen each other’s bodies many times, while pissing in a rest stop bathroom or even by the side of the road while traveling, while using public showers at camp grounds, and even when they’ve accidentally stumbled upon each other fucking a victim. 

But those were different, somehow. Satoru’s flirtatious attitude toward Suguru is becoming more pronounced, harder to ignore. And Suguru still isn’t sure if the other man is actually attracted to him or is simply teasing him. 

“Hey, look over there,” Suguru says, pointing to a car stopped beside the road. 

Satoru sighs. “I’m not picking new targets this late. I still want the angel.”

“No, but they might have seen her. She might be with them now.”

“Oh shit, good idea,” Satoru says. “She’s almost naked now so she’d be impossible not to notice.”

Suguru raises an eyebrow at this, but says nothing as they pull over in front of the stopped car. They both climb out and walk around to find two women dressed in Halloween costumes. One is a “sexy cat” and the other is a “sexy witch”. The witch is holding the cat’s hair back as she vomits into the grass. 

“You girls okay?” Satoru asks in his best friendly voice. 

The witch looks up at him. There’s a flash of fear in her eyes when she sees two men approaching, and Satoru’s sore cock twitches. He loves that look more than anything. But after she takes a longer look at them, realizing they’re both fucking hot as hell, her expression softens. 

“My friend had a little too much to drink,” she says with a laugh. “Otherwise we’re fine.”

“Funny you say that,” Suguru says, stepping closer to her, his voice smooth and delicious. “We’re looking for our friend who had way too much to drink. She stripped off half her clothes and ran off in a daze.”

Satoru throws an arm around Suguru, the closeness of their faces making the witch stare at them. “You haven’t seen a half naked angel running around, have you?”

The witch hesitates, as if she can’t focus on the question. “Uh… no. Haven’t seen her.”

The cat stands up straight and wipes her mouth. When she looks at the two men, she grins broadly. “Wow, who are these hotties?” she asks, her words slightly slurred. 

Suguru smiles at her. “We’re just looking for our drunk friend.”

The cat stumbles over to him. “I can be your drunk friend.”

Satoru pulls away from Suguru and steps closer to the witch. “Are you guys alright to drive? We could give you a lift.”

The witch is staring at him, at his eyes. There’s a hitch in her breath. She wants him. Of course she does. She pushes a strand of dark curly hair behind her ear as she says, “We might need a lift. I could use some help with her.”

A few feet away, the cat is all over Suguru, giggling and babbling. “Hey,” she says in her drunken voice, “wanna fuck me?”

Suguru smiles at her. “Ordinarily, I’d say yes, but tonight I’m in a hurry, so I’ll have to pass.”

With that, he pulls a blade from his pocket and, in one swift motion, cuts the cat’s throat. She turns away from him, toward her friend, as blood spills down the front of her body. She’s gurgling and stumbling forward a few steps until she collapses at the witch’s feet. 

For her part, the witch seems frozen in shock. Her eyes are wide with horror and her pretty plump lips are open in a soundless scream. Then her terrified eyes shift to Satoru. “Please… please don’t kill me,” she cries, starting to back away from him slowly. “I’ll do anything you ask!”

Suguru tosses his blade to Satoru, who catches it deftly. He holds the blood-covered tip of it to his chin. “That’s really tempting. And on any other night, I’d love to fuck a cutie like you before ripping your guts out. But like my buddy said, we’re in a hurry.”

The witch has backed several steps away now, and is shaking her head back and forth, tears running down her face. “No, please!”

She backs right into Suguru, who grabs hold of her arms and holds her in place. He looks at Satoru, and there’s heat in his expression, his eyes shining with anticipation as Satoru gets closer. 

The two men look at each other instead of their screaming victim as Satoru slices open her abdomen, horizontally. There’s a wet plopping sound as the witch’s entrails spill out of her wound and hit the ground. The witch screams for a few minutes longer as her body dies, some of her blood splashing onto Satoru’s clothes and face. Suguru stares at it, mesmerized, then drops the witch, letting her fall face-first into a pile of her own guts. 

For a brief moment, Satoru thinks Suguru might kiss him. But then Suguru takes his blade back from Satoru’s hand and returns it to his pocket. He walks back toward the van, stepping over the fallen cat, as he says, “Let’s go find our angel.”

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[apomaro-mellow]

I know you could do amazing things with Steddie and 03.  “What the hell is that and why are you wearing it?” or 08.  “I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’ It’s annoying.”

oh my god. literally two ideas sprung up and i wanna do em both so i'll keep em short

The evening was a mixture of highs and lows. Eddie had managed to convince Steve to see one of their shows. They weren't the only ones performing tonight, the bar was filled with the other acts. But Steve had found a good spot for himself. One where Eddie was easily able to see him while on stage and he seemed really into it. That was the high.

The low came when this other dude started putting the moves on Steve. Steve probably didn't realize it, straight as an arrow he was, but Eddie could see it clear as day. It didn't help that Eddie saw a bit too much of himself in the guy. He had long hair too, just darker and more straight. Eddie had actually been planning on asking Steve out. Like on a real date. Tonight was the night for it. He was sure he'd get his heart broken but he was kind of a masochist like that.

Nothing was going to happen while this other dude was talking Steve's ear off though. He only broke away to take a piss he'd been holding for two hours and he had half a mind to tell Jeff to watch Steve but he didn't.

So he only had himself to blame when he returned from the bathroom and saw Steve wearing that guy's jacket.

 “What the hell is that and why are you wearing it?”

"Chuck here noticed I was a little cold and gave me his jacket. Wasn't that nice?", Steve smiled.

Eddie barged in between them, glaring down Chuck. "I'll fucking kill you." He practically tore the offensive clothing off Steve and pulled him off to a different part of the bar, freezing in place when he realized what he'd done.

"That was crazy. I'm crazy. I'm sor-mmf."

And Steve was kissing him. Did he slip on some booze and go to heaven?

"Took you long enough", Steve breathed against his lips.

"I..was that? Wuh? Were you-!?", he jabbed his thumb back at where Chuck had been standing.

Steve rolled his eyes. "In case it wasn't obvious, yes, I was trying to make you jealous. I know what it means when a guy offers you his jacket."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Now what are you gonna do to keep me warm?"

And the second idea!

"Eddie, what the hell is that and why are you wearing it?”

"Um they're called sunglasses, Steve."

Steve knew what they were he just wondered why Eddie was wearing them in the dead of winter. And at night. Indoors. When they were about to start a movie.

"I know it's called 'Starman' but I don't think it'll actually cause blindness."

"Oh these aren't for Jeff Bridges, as dreamy as he is. These are for you."

Steve pointed at himself. "Me?"

"I'm just gonna come out and say it, man. You have the most handsome face this side of the Mississippi. You're literally dazzling. I look at you and I think, ‘sunshine. Literal sunshine.’ It’s annoying.”

Eddie flicked a popcorn kernel at him in mild irritation. Steve rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the flush coming to his cheeks.

"So what, I'm so handsome that it's annoying?"

"Yes!", Eddie groaned. "It's like, we get it, your face was carved in great adoration by intelligent design, but the rest of us have lives to live. And it's damn near impossible with the visage of yours even in my periphery."

All Steve was hearing was that Eddie found him so attractive that it was distracting.

"So until any one of those deities up there blesses me with selective blindness, the shades stay on in your presence, Your Highness."

Steve removed Eddie's sunglasses without a second thought and smiled as his eyes bulged out.

"I think you need a little...what do we call it when we make Mike and Hopper spend time together?"

Eddie swallowed, looking like he was trying to memorize Steve's entire face. "E...exposure therapy."

"Yeah, that. I think you could benefit from some of that. What do you say?"

"Only if I can get a doctor's note excusing me from strenuous activity." Eddie didn't even know how words were coming out of his mouth. He felt like he was on autopilot.

Steve gave a very deliberate glance at Eddie's crotch. "Not all activities I hope."

"Holy shit."

#i guess im writing confident manwhore steve today LOL #thanks for the ask! #apo writes #stranger things #steddie #am i projecting a lil bc keery's face is legit distracting? #yes

[ineffableinnkeepers]

so in an effort to cheer me up, my sister gave chatGPT a prompt which resulted in the following ineffable husbands x reader imagine. spoiler alert it’s so OOC but made me sob with LAUGHTER.

The winter wind bit through London, nipping at Jess's nose as she hurried down Baker Street. She clutched the bag holding her latest find – a rare first edition of Milton's Paradise Lost – closer, wishing she hadn't forgotten her gloves. As she rounded a corner, she nearly bumped into a tall figure shrouded in black.

"Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry!" she exclaimed, startled.

The figure chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate in her chest. "No harm done, dear mortal. Though I must say, you nearly startled the devil himself right out of his skin."

A glint of amusement lit up his crimson eyes as he removed his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face with a playful smirk. Beside him stood another man, his silver hair perfectly coiffed even under a beanie, a flustered expression on his face.

"Crowley, must you tease?" scolded the silver-haired man, his voice like warm honey. "And you haven't introduced yourself, dear."

"Forgive my lapse," the first man said, extending a hand towards Jess. "Crowley, at your service, though please, call me Crawly today. And this fine fellow here," he gestured towards the other man, "is Aziraphale."

Aziraphale smiled warmly, his blue eyes twinkling. "Charmed, I'm sure."

Jess found herself strangely drawn to them both. There was an undeniable connection between them, a comfortable ease that made her feel instantly at ease in the biting cold.

"I'm Jess," she replied, shaking both their hands. "I was just heading home after finding a wonderful book."

Curiosity sparked in their eyes. "What might this magnificent tome be?" asked Aziraphale, his voice filled with genuine interest.

Jess proudly showed them the Milton, explaining its significance and rarity. To her surprise, they both gasped in genuine awe.

"Good heavens," murmured Aziraphale, his fingers tracing the worn leather cover. "A true treasure!"

Suddenly, Crowley shivered, rubbing his hands together. "Dreadful weather for an angel, wouldn't you say?"

Aziraphale's cheeks flushed slightly. "Indeed," he agreed. "Perhaps... a warm beverage would be in order?"

Jess's heart leaped. Her flat was just above the bookshop, and the thought of sharing the evening with these fascinating strangers was irresistible. "I just happen to have the makings for some hot chocolate," she offered, a hopeful smile spreading across her face.

They both grinned, accepting her invitation with enthusiasm. Soon, the three of them were nestled in Jess's cozy flat, sipping steaming mugs and discussing everything from ancient literature to the merits of different chocolate brands. The conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by laughter and comfortable silences.

Aziraphale regaled them with stories of his time amongst humans, while Crowley offered witty retorts and playful jabs. Jess found herself captivated by their dynamic, the unspoken affection simmering between them as clear as the steam from their drinks.

As the fire crackled and the night deepened, Jess watched them steal glances and share knowing smiles. It was clear their affection transcended labels, a love story unique and timeless like the book they had admired together.

Finally, it was time for her guests to leave. Standing at the door, Jess felt a pang of sadness. This unexpected encounter had warmed her more than any hot chocolate ever could.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening," she said, her voice sincere.

Aziraphale bowed slightly. "The pleasure was ours, dear Jess. And do remember," he added, his gaze lingering on hers, "books are just the start of great adventures."

Crowley winked, his smirk playful yet genuine. "Perhaps we shall continue this adventure another time, mortal."

Before leaving, he leaned in and whispered, "And keep an eye on that Milton. He tends to get into mischief."

Jess chuckled, warmth spreading through her chest. As she watched them disappear into the night, she knew this wouldn't be the last chapter in their unique and heartwarming story. And perhaps, somewhere in the future, her own path would intertwine with theirs once more, creating a chapter all its own.

#anthony j crowley #good omens #aziraphale #a z fell #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands x reader

[loudlooks]

Day 14 - Dandelion wishes

30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit

A/N: Set shortly after Ziva's return from Somalia...this was not at all what I expected to write when @earanemith send me the prompt (thanks again!)

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: dandelion wishes

Word count: 635

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The sun was bright in the midday sky as Tony exited the bakery. Squinting across the street where he had parked the car, he put on his sunglasses, and his eyes were instantly drawn to a woman sitting on the edge of a raised flower bed on the left. He’d recognize her anywhere.

His stomach churned, his feet were frozen to the pavement, his fingers curled tighter around the paper bag that contained his and McGee’s lunches, as he stared at the pained look on her face.

Ziva bit her lip, seemingly lost in thought, yet suddenly distracted by a small, white butterfly that landed on a nearby yellow dandelion. Her small smile faded as soon as the butterfly fluttered away, looking for another flower.

His heart ached at the memory of her abundant laughter, her smirks and sultry smiles, that small smile of empathy she reserved for painful situations, the snorts when he had made her laugh in spite of herself. He would give anything to make the pain etched on her face vanish into thin air.

Ziva gently touched the petals of the dandelion, then with a flash of determination reached for the dandelion next to it, bringing the fluffy seed head closer as she leaned in. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath, then blew it out, sending white puffs of seeds to carry her wish on the warm spring breeze. Her features softened slightly, as she watched the seeds fall, and flutter, and disappear off into the distance.

A jolt ran through his body, and with a mind of their own, as if carried by that same breeze, his feet brought him closer to her, right in front of her, with a cautious smile, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intrusion.

Emotions warred in her eyes as she looked up to meet his gaze. He removed his sunglasses, not wanting to hide from her.

Relief washed over him as he caught a glimpse of hope, a glimpse of a smile, a glimpse of a nod to the empty spot next to her.

He sat down, placing the bag of food between them, afraid of pushing boundaries too soon. The physical closeness they had, that complete lack of personal space, would grow back given enough time. It would be difficult, but he couldn’t imagine anything more worthwhile.

“What did you wish for?” Tony asked casually. Panic flashed in her eyes, and he wanted to kick himself.

Then she let out a self-conscious half chuckle, and said, “If I tell you it might not come true.”

Smoothing down his tie, he glanced away, then said, “I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

She bit her bottom lip, then looked away, brows furrowed slightly.

He loosened his tie, wishing he could read her mind. From the corner of his eye, he saw another dandelion seed head. He leaned back and plucked it, then held it out in front of him.

He gazed in her eyes, hoping she understood he would do anything to make her wishes come true, as long as they made her happy. Eased her pain. Made her smile.

Focusing on the dandelion, he blew, just as a gust of wind came from the opposite direction, blowing the fluffy seeds all over him. He scrubbed a hand over his face, wiping away most of the seeds and frustration. When he met Ziva’s gaze again, she could barely contain her laughter.

His heart drummed in his chest, and with a chuckle, he swiped blindly at the front of his jacket.

Ziva burst out laughing, and picked a few seeds from his hair and shoulders. “What did you wish for?” she asked with a glint in her eyes.

Resisting the urge to reach out and touch her, Tony smiled softly. “It already came true.”

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Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

#tiva #tiva fanfiction #my fanfiction #30 days of spring #time for bed #i hope i can stick to at least one ficlet a day from now on

[lovelyleclercs]

Sandman- FD11

Felipe Drugovich x Fem!Reader

-> Brazil doesn't get any snow, but you have the sudden desire to build a snowman. with no snow.

word count: 1397

warnings: one mention of sex, not proof read

A/N: fluffy Felipe content

Brazil was always one of your favorite places to visit- the weather was always sunny and warm, the people there were always incredibly sweet, and of course if you were visiting Brazil, it typically meant that you were visiting Felipe’s family- who you loved and adored with all of your heart. 

Brazil was always one of your favorite places to visit- the weather was always sunny and warm, the people there were always incredibly sweet, and of course if you were visiting Brazil, it typically meant that you were visiting Felipe’s family- who you loved and adored with all of your heart. 

Although you and Felipe both tended to live in between two countries, you found yourself spending more time in the UK, due to the fact that it was most convenient for Felipe in terms of traveling for work. 

After two weeks of post season testing, you and Felipe finally found yourself planted at his childhood home in Brazil, laying out on the deck trying to get some sort of tan that the UK had failed to provide you over the past month or so of rain. 

Although you absolutely adored the brazilian weather, you couldn’t help but miss the weather back home in england, knowing that the grass was covered in snow, waiting for just about anyone to pick it up to make a snowman, start a snowball fight, or even build a snow fort- all very fond memories you have from your childhood. 

When your phone dinged, indicating that you had received a text, you had assumed that it was just your mother texting you another photo of something that she wanted to get Felipe for christmas. She had been having the hardest time trying to decide what to get for him. You had told her countless times that Felipe wasn’t expecting anything from her, but she had insisted that she get her future son-in-law something for the holidays. 

When you opened the message from your mom, you were greeted with a photo of a small snowman, built in the front lawn of your childhood home. It had a cute little red scarf with a matching red hat as well as a small pair of red mittens that were hanging off of the sticks that were being used for arms. “Oh my gosh…” you whispered, a smile appearing on your lips as you examined the photo a bit more. 

Felipe looked over at you and removed his sunglasses to try to get a better read as to what was going on. “Everything ok over there?” he asked, turning on his side to face you.

“Yeah, everything is all good. My mom just sent me a photo of the snowman she and my nephew, James, built today. It’s just taking me back to when I was seven and my sister and I would drag her outside to help us build our snowman… I haven’t built one in years.. Not since we spend the holiday season here in Brazil.”

Felipe wrapped his arm around you and looked over at your phone. “I’ve never built a snowman, you know”

You looked up at him, your jaw dropped out of shock. “Never.. Like… never ever???”

Felipe laughed and shook his head. “Never ever. It doesn’t snow in brazil and I never really thought about building one whenever it snows in London” he shrugged

You got up off of your towel and held your hand out to him. “Cmon, we are going to the beach.”

Felipe laughed and took your hand, getting up off of his own towel. “Why are we going to the beach? I thought you hated the beach”

“I don’t hate the beach, it’s just not my first choice in a travel destination, now stop asking questions and start walking!” you said with a laugh as you intertwined your hand with his. 

Thankfully, the walk from Felipe’s house to the beach was only about three minutes. It seemed like everywhere you turned in Brazil, there was a beach nearby. You had truly never been to any other country like it. 

As you crossed the road, you stepped into the sand slowly, allowing your feet to adjust to the temperature of the sand, which was scorching hot from how hard the sun had been beating down on it all day. 

You walked over to the edge of the water with Felipe, still not giving him any sort of indication as to why you two were making a sudden trip to the beach.

When you sat down in the damp sand, Felipe looked at you with even more confusion. “Love, why are you sitting in the wet sand? Normal people sit in dry sand, you know.”

You laughed and pulled on his arm, getting him to sit down beside you. “Because, you can't build a sandman with dry snow, silly goose”

“A sandman? What is a sandman?” 

You laughed and handed Felipe a glob of wet sand. “A sandman is the same thing as a snowman, but Brazil doesn’t get snow, so we have to make it out of sand!”

Felipe just shook his head and laughed. “I never would have even thought about building a sandman, you’re a genius”

You laughed and handed him some more sand. “I know. Now roll all of this sand into a ball for me, that part is going to be the head of our sandman”

Felipe did as he was told while you worked on getting the base of the sandman built. “Love, I dont think I’m doing this right at all” he said with a small laugh as he held up the poorly shaped circle in his hands.

“It won’t be a perfect circle, Felipe, it’s sand” you said with a laugh before taking the ball of sand from his hands. “Now pick out some seashells that you want to be his eyes and his buttons.”

Felipe looked through the sand around him, trying to find the perfect shells. When he stumbled upon a pile of the exact same looking shells, he scooped them up and held them out to you. “What about these?”

You smiled and kissed him gently “those are perfect, honey. Now put two on the small ball of sand for his eyes and put the remaining three of his torso for the buttons.”

Felipe followed your instructions very closely, stepping back from the short statue to look at his work. “Do you think that looks good or should I add a fourth button?” 

“I think three looks good. Ive only ever put three buttons on my snowmen” you shrugged

“Yes but this isn’t a snowman, my love. This is a sandman”

You laughed and nodded “fair point, add a fourth button then”

Felipe laughed and placed a fourth and final button at the bottom of the sandman. “So what are we going to do for his nose, face and arms?”

“Well, for the arms we can still use sticks, I figured those two random sticks behind you would work perfectly. Normally they use a carrot for a nose but we don't have carrots with us…” 

“Yes we do, look here” Felipe said before picking up a random carrot that had been dropped. It was obvious that it was probably dropped by a little kid who had been eating carrots and walking the shoreline, but you decided to use it anyway. “Perfect!” you said as you placed the carrot into the sand for the nose. 

“Ok and what about the mouth?”

You grabbed a piece of seaweed off of the ground that was beside you and put it onto the sandman, trying to get it to curve into a smiley face. 

Felipe took a few steps back and smiled at your work. “Wow, it looks like an actual snowman!!”

“For never building a snowman before, you sure did a good job” you said with a smile as you wrapped your arms around Felipe, looking up into his eyes. 

Felipe smiled and pulled you into a kiss. “Well, I'm a very talented guy, what can I say?” he said with a smirk. 

“All that praising during sex is starting to inflate your ego, hm?” 

“Hey!!” Felipe said with a laugh before trying to put on a fake pout.

You laughed and took a photo of the sandman before grabbing Felipe’s hand. “C’mon hot shot, it’s almost dinner time and I'm hungry.”

Felipe squeezed your hand and waved at the sandman. “Goodbye, mr. sands.”

You laughed and shook your head gently. “Mr. sands?”

“Don’t judge my name choice, you were the one who forgot to name him!” 

“Fair point, no judgment happening here. Now let’s go find something to eat”

#felipe drugovich #felipe drugovich imagine #felipe drugovich x reader #f2 imagine #f2 fanfic

[kachikirby]

Romantic Season

Story for Valentine's Day! Hope you all enjoy!

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]After a half-hour trip in a star ship, Meta Knight stepped out onto the planet Patlantic with a small bag in hand. He adjusted the brim of his fedora and sunglasses in response to the sudden amount of sunlight.

“Well, we made it, Fetty.”

His wife, Fettuccine, exited the ship, nicely dressed in a blue dress for the occasion. “Oh, it’s as beautiful as I heard!”

This was the city of Pavega, one of the major vacation destinations in the galaxy. There were many restaurants, shops, casinos, and even a massive, picturesque boardwalk and beach that made it so popular. However, the place they were going to be staying at was one of the most luxurious in the city, Sparkling Seas Beach and Resort. The blue puff turned to Fettuccine.

“Would you like me to take your bag?” He asked, only to be picked up by her.

“No, this is my gift to you, so you should relax and enjoy.” She then took a deep breath, enjoying the ocean air. “Well, this sure beats handmade chocolate, doesn’t it?” She giggled.

“Anything from you is enough of a gift for me.” Meta replied in such a matter-of-fact manner that Fettuccine nearly stumbled due to how flustered she was by that response.

“…silly bat.” She mumbled, getting only a smile in response.

*          *          *

After getting checked in, the two went to their hotel room, which Meta was even more surprised, being a massive blue-themed suite with a king-sized bed, stellar views of the beach below, and even a giant hot tub in the room.

“Fetty, how expensive was this? I think I’ll have a hard time returning this three times the value on White Day…” Meta uttered, removing his sunglasses before examining the gift basket that sat on the massive bed.

“I’m not telling!” She giggled. “Besides, I rather you not worry about the price! My Metty only deserves the best!”

He couldn’t help but blush in response to that. “I… feel the same way about you…” He uttered, adverting his gaze slightly as he opened the fridge. He looked in it to see an all too familiar dish of chocolate fondant in a time capsule case.

“…now I know who helped pay for this.” He uttered, quickly reading the attached note from his mother, Kurabe. Before he could say anything else, he felt himself being picked up by Fettuccine, who then hopped onto the bed, holding him tightly as they locked eyes with each other.

“So, what do you think?” Fettuccine asked.

“Well… um… it’s amazing… I’m kind of overwhelmed by how big and luxurious it is…” He spoke a bit awkwardly, sounding slightly nervous. Of course, he wasn’t a big fan of flashy events or places. Only flashy battles. His wife seemed to frown a bit, showing signs that she was slightly afraid that he didn’t like it.

“I do like it though. It’s just a bit more upscale than what I’m used to…” He added, causing her worries to wash away. “Besides, I think it’s been a while since we’ve gone on a vacation as a couple… I hope Vul can handle Sieg and Freya…”

“They’re good kids. He’ll be fine.” His wife said before once more holding him close. “But for now, let’s focus on each other.”

“Yes, I know. It’s not just Valentine’s Day, but the anniversary of when we first started dating…”

Meta remembered that day well. It started with Kirby coming to him about his feelings for Ribbon and it led to him being forced to confront his own feelings about Fettuccine, how he often thought of them living together, how he had started to think about her more and more since Task Force Zetta first came to Dream Land. How he was dragged in the middle of the night to the VictoriousArc to speak to her about them, leading to him finally being able to tell her “I love you” with the same feelings she held for him. How it led to their relationship rekindling, dating, getting married, and now having children of their own.

As he was lost in his thoughts he felt the taste of cocoa enter his mouth and looked down to see Fettuccine’s finger.

“I did also make chocolate for you. It’s just a bonus on top of this vacation.”

Meta couldn’t help but smile at her. The woman he grew to love so dearly. He place a hand on her cheek.

“Fetty, I love you so much.”

His wife smiled and gave him a gentle kiss. “I love you too, Metty.”

#metaccine #fettuccine kirby #meta knight #kirby oc #short story #valentines day #art of rikka

[gatoru]

Hey Akira!! Congrats on the milestone !!!! 🥳🥳🥳 for your event, could I get ❛ i fall in love just a little, a little bit every day with someone new. ❜ with Nanami por favor? 🫶🏻 I would love a little fluff imagine with him :)) <33

jealousy, jealousy | kento nanami x reader

hi jules!! thank you so much :) i hope u like it <3

a/n: listen i have no idea why my brain went in this direction, but it's funny and fluffy. i guess. (cw: jealousy, gojo being a pain in the ass, private relationship)

participate on my milestone event

Kento Nanami had a problem – a tough one, one might say. 

The blond definitely didn’t want to feel this way, however he could feel a tiny ugly, hairy monster of jealousy crawling inside his chest. He ran a calloused palm through his hair – now messy from the distress of a mission – watching as Satoru Gojo towered over his apprentice: you. 

See, as someone who had quite a peculiar cursed technique as you, it was only natural Gojo would take you as his apprentice – only natural for him to spread his wings over you, and help you blossom into a more powerful sorcerer. Nevermind, it still made Nanami’s blood boil with jealousy. 

You looked at Gojo with admiration – or, perhaps, hearts for eyes – as he praised your work as a sorcerer. Rationally speaking, Kento was well aware the white haired sorcerer wouldn’t go as far as to actively flirt with you, however your sweet voice thanking him left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. 

“Nice job, Nanami.” You praised him, with doe eyes and a sweet smile on your lips. There was an itty bitty cut on your forehead, and it didn’t seem to bother you at all. Your hair was all over the place, your clothes were dirty, and you looked more beautiful than ever. 

His lips curled, blossoming into a smile – or something close to it. 

“You too.” He suggested, looking for something else to say, anything to keep the conversation going, to keep hearing your sweet voice. He couldn’t come up with anything, so you went on your way.

He watched you until your silhouette disappeared on the horizon. 

-

“You know,” You start, giggling as soft lips pressed over your neck. “the whole deal of a private relationship is that we’re secret. You almost gave yourself away… thought you were gonna stab Gojo with your eyes.”

Nanami’s hazel eyes find yours for a moment, however his look didn’t hold any harsh emotions. 

“Do not say another man’s name when I’m kissing you.”

You laugh, an open mouthed cackle as you realize what this is all about. Kento always felt like an open book to you, so easy to read. Naturally, his childish jealousy wouldn’t be any different. 

“Kento!” You exclaim your lover’s name as he gently tickles your ribs, in order to hear your sweet laugh again. His fingertips dance underneath your sweater, drawing figure eights on your warm skin. “I’m being serious right now, don’t you dare disarm me like this.”

His lips find their way towards your jawline, pressing soft kisses. 

“I’m yours.” You whisper, softly, and his attention is back at you. “You don’t have to worry about anyone else. Especially Satoru Gojo, of all people. He can be a little annoying.”

It’s his turn to laugh, and your heart warms at the beautiful sound.

“A little?”

-

"Nanamin!"

Kento almost winces at the sound, still refusing to turn around from the colorful vending machine that stands before him. He pretends he didn’t hear Gojo, faking a mental battle between orange soda or strawberry milk. It wasn’t too convincing, apparently, because the six eyes heir called his name again. 

“What.” Kento murmurs, still not removing his gaze from overly priced products. 

“I know who you like.”

The blond freezes at the childish provocation. What kind of sentence even is that? 

“I like her too, you know.”

Nanami turns around, feeling his blood boil again. Forget about orange soda: he has a bigger problem to deal with now. Satoru stares back at him, through thick sunglasses, and a teasing smirk blossoming on his lips. 

“Just kidding! Jeez, Nanamin, you have no sense of humour.” Gojo holds his hands in the air, as if in surrender. “Maybe, if you weren’t so serious, you could actually have a chance with her. I think she has a thing for you.”

Kento holds back a laugh.

“Do you?”

“Yeah, totally! She seems hella into you, from what I’ve seen. And don’t worry about me, I fall in love just a little bit everyday, always with someone new. You can have her if you want.”

Kento huffs out loud. 

“Thanks, Satoru. I guess.”

#nanami x y/n #kento x you #kento smut #kento x reader #akira's milestone event

[gravitywonagain]

Okay, I’ve never seen The Blacklist but the Netflix summary and preview clip looked super interesting so here we go. 

~~

Wei Wuxian finds himself surprisingly calm as he pushes open the plate-glass door beneath the massive Cultivation Bureau of China insignia. Low-level security cultivators watch him as he passes, but no more intently than they watch anyone else. The one closest to the doors even nods to him. Wei Wuxian wonders at how stupid that man is about to feel, and then decides he doesn't care. 

The interior of the building is warm enough to fog up his sunglasses once he’s far enough into the grand, granite foyer. The doors fall shut behind him; the sun shines down through the tall wall of glass like even it wants to watch what happens next. It should feel like the closing of a trap. But there’s a brightness in his chest, a kind of buoyancy that wards off any anxiety that might want to cling to his heartbeats. 

He pushes the fogged sunglasses up his forehead into his hair as he makes his way to the front desk. The woman there — a second-rank cultivator by her uniform, barely a step up from the mall cops guarding the doors — looks at him without a hint of recognition. No fear in her eyes, no tightness in her jaw. 

“Welcome,” she says with the kind of resigned false cheer that all customer service professionals seem to learn as a part of their job training, “to the CBC. How can I assist you today?” Her name tape says Zhang. 

“I’m here to see Director Lan Qiren,” Wei Wuxian replies, similarly cheerful. 

He finds that he is cheerful. He’s been planning this for several weeks now. It’s always nice to finally have a project underway. 

“Yes, sir,” says Cultivator Zhang. “Do you have an appointment?”

“I do not.” 

She nods. Types something into the computer. Looks back at him. 

“Name and identification?”

He braces himself. So it begins. 

“Wei Wuxian,” he says with a smile, and he slides his passport to her over the counter. 

Still no recognition. Which is fair. She’s still in the rote part of doing her job. Plugging names and numbers into the computer. 

But something will ping soon. Her own memory or the system. 

Wei Wuxian doesn’t wait for her to return his passport — it will be confiscated soon, anyway. He doesn’t wait for her to dismiss him — the alarm will likely sound before she’s finished entering the appointment request. 

He steps backward, away from the desk and toward the center of the foyer. Slowly, he sets down his black, canvas backpack. Just as slowly, he removes his worn, leather jacket, draping it gently over the backpack. Then, he uses the red scrunchie around his wrist to tie his shoulder length hair up into a quick ponytail, before interlocking his fingers behind his head. 

People have turned to watch him. The first-rank security guards, but also the other people in the foyer -- office workers, civilians. He doesn't look back at them. 

As the alarm sounds, he is already halfway to his knees. And by the time the first-ranks get their swords out of their scabbards, Wei Wuxian — aka Yiling Laozu, the most wanted man in cultivation — has already crossed his ankles with his eyes aimed down at the floor, grinning wildly. 

—

“What the fuck is this?”

A folder, thick with loose papers, slams down onto the metal table in front of Wei Wuxian. Some of the papers begin to slope out of the open side, unsecured as they are. 

“I thought ‘no cursing’ was one of your Bureau rules,” says Wei Wuxian, delightedly amused already. Do they really think a bit of anger is what will break him? He grew up with Jiang Cheng and Madam Yu for fuck's sake. 

The man who yelled and threw the folder stands to the side of the table, closest to the door, and glowers down at Wei Wuxian. He’s a strong enough cultivator to press the room with his spiritual power, lending weight to the air in a way he probably hopes will make Wei Wuxian feel claustrophobic. Unfortunately for him, Wei Wuxian has spent time with far more power than this man can spin out of his golden core. 

The cultivator wears the standard CBC field uniform of durable blue wool trousers, a white linen shirt, and charcoal-grey combat boots. His jacket is of the same cloth and tailoring, but it is clean of any rank or unit insignia. He has no name tape, either. The only identity marker on him is a sect affiliation patch with a silver beast’s head embroidered over a green background. Nie Sect cultivators, because of their unique blend of spiritual and bestial energies, are required to self-identify when inside the building. Wei Wuxian remembers that from his time in Bureau training, too. 

“Answer the question.”

Wei Wuxian lounges as much as he can in the simple plastic and metal chair. His hands are still bound behind him with a thick zip tie, but at least they’re not attached to anything but each other. There's no suppression in the bindings, or in the room, which is curious. A sign of trust, maybe? Or, more likely, they're not entirely sure how to deal with him. Which is kind of why he's here in the first place. 

He looks down at the way the stack of paper still seems to be oozing from between the tabbed manila jacket sides of the folder. None of the individual notes are entirely flat, giving the whole sheaf a disheveled texture. It is decidedly not the lightly-battered red-canvas portfolio he brought in with him, though he does recognize the papers within. 

“Looks like a folder,” he says, a casual smirk curling up one side of his mouth. “I feel like even you field types should be able to figure that one out for yourselves.”

Across the room from where Wei Wuxian is sitting, the wall appears to be a mirror, though nobody in this room would think that’s what it is. Behind that mirror, Wei Wuxian would bet his entire stash of Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee that Lan Qiren is rolling his eyes. 

Inside the room, the Nie cultivator pinches the bridge of his nose in a frustrated gesture that looks adorably familiar. “What are your notes supposed to be getting at, Wei Wuxian?” he asks. 

“Oh! These are my notes!” says Wei Wuxian with, he’ll admit, exaggerated surprise and innocence. “Giving you a bit of trouble, are they?”

The Nie cultivator huffs through his nose. 

Because of course they are. Wei Wuxian is not stupid enough to show up to CBC headquarters with decipherable notes. Who the fuck do they think he is that they were even willing to devote the three hours, or however long he's been sitting here, to try. 

“What do you want? Huh?" The cultivator looks like he personally has been attempting to read through Wei Wuxian's notes, which is certainly a choice the Bureau made. A couple of choices. First to have this rando attempt what many of Wei Wuxian's own teachers were never quite able to do, and second to send him and his ratcheted irritation in here to deal with Wei Wuxian himself.

Wei Wuxian blinks owlishly at him and he can almost see his blood pumping harder across his temple. 

"What’s your purpose here, Yiling Laozu?” the cultivator tries again. 

It's tempting to continue to stonewall him, but Wei Wuxian is actually here for a purpose. “I told that nice cultivator at the front desk," he says, reminding everyone listening that he has, actually, been very cooperative. "I am here to meet with Director Lan Qiren.”

The Nie cultivator shakes his head, almost apologetically. “Director Lan is busy, so you’re stuck with me for now.” He says it like he's just as upset about it as Wei Wuxian is. Like they're somehow in this together and if they can just overcome their differences, they can sing and dance their way to the high school prom. 

Wei Wuxian cocks his head to the side, a curious grin spreading on his lips. It could be fun to indulge this. To play along just enough to see how high he can raise this guy's pulse. His eyes flick over the cultivator. The man isn't unattractive, thick muscles and hair just long enough to pull. He looks easily riled, already primed for it, but not a man who would resist the attention if he thought it was actually getting him somewhere with the notes. 

"Just work with me here," he says, proving Wei Wuxian correct and pressing what he clearly thinks is an advantage. "I'm all you've got right now." 

Unfortunately, Wei Wuxian doesn't actually want to send a Nie sect cultivator into qi deviation for this, entertaining as it might be. 

So Wei Wuxian grins lazily back at him and says, “Oh, I highly doubt that." He directs his attention to the window that isn't a mirror. "What do you say, Old Man Lan?" In his periphery he can see the Nie cultivator splutter at Wei Wuxian's impertinence. And wow, did they just not prepare this guy at all? "Wanna come in here so we can get this party started? Or would you rather I frustrate your subordinate to death first. You know I can do it.” 

It's unclear if it was the familiar title aimed at the Director, or the casual insult to the Nie cultivator's own control, but when Wei Wuxian looks back to him, the man's face is almost purple. 

“Who the fuck do you think y—“

The door swings open, cutting him off, as Lan Qiren, in all his CBC Director glory, walks into the room.

“Language,” he says to the Nie cultivator, and Wei Wuxian doesn’t say anything about it, for which he feels he deserves a medal of some sort. Or at least a pretty color ribbon. 

The Nie cultivator gawps for a moment before he seems to collect himself again. 

"Director Lan," he says with a bow. 

Lan Qiren nods back to him, disappointment radiating, and flicks his hand back toward the open door. 

Dismissed, the Nie cultivator bows to the Director once more and then leaves the room with significantly more control than he had a moment ago, so kudos to him for that. 

Beside Lan Qiren are two other cultivators. Both are as unadorned as the Nie, though these don't even show their sect affiliation. At least not explicitly. The one to Lan Qiren’s left is of a medium build, hair pulled into a tight bun at the base of her skull. She looks tall for a woman, with the broad shoulders and muscular arms of every Lan sect cultivator. Wei Wuxian imagines he can see the sect necklace sitting beneath her tightly done up band collar. 

The one to Lan Qiren’s right— Well. Wei Wuxian would recognize the director’s youngest nephew with his eyes closed on a moonless night. Lan Wangji, of course, doesn’t even deign to look at Wei Wuxian, those beautiful honey-brown eyes focused somewhere on the wall beyond his shoulder. And fuck if that doesn’t get Wei Wuxian’s blood pumping. 

“Ah, Old Man Lan!" greets Wei Wuxian brightly. "How nice of you to take time out of your busy—“

Lan Qiren cuts him off. “I’m here, Wei Wuxian." He doesn't roll his eyes, but it's a near thing, his exasperation with his former student quickly returning to its home in the deep set of his eyebrows. "Explain to me what you are doing here.”

The Lan cultivator on Lan Qiren's left is watching Wei Wuxian with an intense, assessing kind of gaze. He can almost feel her cataloging the degree to which his shoulders are sloped and the exact shade of his eyes. 

Lan Wangji still isn't looking at him. 

“Well, I found out you’ve been looking for me—“

But Lan Qiren cuts him off again. He looks tired. “Enough with the games, please. Are you here to help us, or are you here to waste our time?”

They know why he’s here, is the thing. They’d have to be very dumb not to have put it together by now. And the CBC is many things — stuffy, uptight, moralistic, understaffed, underpaid — but they aren’t actually incompetent. With murders stacking up left and right, resentful energy found gathering in places and quantities it shouldn't naturally gather in, and Wei Wuxian’s very solid alibi of being not in the country at the time, there can be only one reason he’d so willingly turn himself in like this. And Lan Qiren, in particular, is not stupid. Which means that he wants Wei Wuxian to say it. Which is… a little bit humiliating and a lotta but like eating dirt. 

But, hey. He’s here to get shit done, not to be cowed by an old teacher in an argument that Wei Wuxian has still technically won! Resentful energy can be used just like spiritual energy is! But, sure, it can be… pretty fucked up, too. In the wrong hands. 

Wei Wuxian inhales deeply. It's still not a comfortable thing to admit. 

“Alright, fine," he says, meeting Lan Qiren's narrowed gaze across the table. "You have a demonic cultivator problem. I have a problem with my work being misused for a string of murders. It seems to me we may be able to help each other out on this front.”

CBC Director Lan Qiren would never do anything so crass as openly gloat, but there's a sparkle in the dark brown of his eyes that does it for him. 

"Good," he says, sitting down in the chair that Wei Wuxian is only now noticing exists. Lan Qiren picks up the folder, resettling the loose papers inside, and folds his hands over the top of it. Because, again, he's not an idiot, he doesn't jump right into the good stuff. He simply asks, "What are your conditions, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Wuxian's shoulders are tight after several hours of having his wrists bound behind his back. He squirms around in the chair to relieve the pressure on one, stretching his neck out in the process. 

"Amnesty, obviously," he says. Because it is obvious. Wei Wuxian is not just going to let the CBC throw him in jail after this. And if they try, they'll find it to be a much more difficult task than they're prepared for. 

"Obviously," replies Lan Qiren with a nod. 

"Not," Wei Wuxian clarifies, "that I've actually broken any legal laws. Just your bullshit cultivation laws."

Lan Qiren's eyebrow twitches and Wei Wuxian wonders, briefly, if he'll actually see a full face reaction during this interview. If not, there will be plenty of time as they work the case. Lan Qiren did always hate the way Wei Wuxian briefed a room. 

Now, however, Lan Qiren sounds only mildly annoyed when he says, "Those are, as you put it, 'legal laws.'" 

"Yeah," says Wei Wuxian, slouching further into the uncomfortable chair, "but you know what I mean, and I know you know what I mean." Which is to say that Wei Wuxian is not nearly as much of a reprobate as Lan Qiren wishes he was. Resentful energy corrupts the body and mind and all that turned out to be true... but only if you don't account for it. To date, thirteen years since he started cultivating with resentful energy, Wei Wuxian still has yet to spiral out into degeneracy and moral decay. Much to Lan Qiren's apparent chagrin. 

Lan Qiren huffs shortly through his nose. "Indeed. Anything else?"

"Lan Zhan."

Even at the sound of his own name, Lan Wangji continues to look past Wei Wuxian, but Wei Wuxian can no longer pretend Lan Wangji isn't the immediate focus of any room he happens to be in. 

"What about Special Agent Lan Wangji?" asks Lan Qiren, something perturbed in his voice. 

Wei Wuxian isn't looking at him. He's staring intently at Lan Wangji as he says, "I'll only work with him."

Still nothing. Lan Wangji continues to hold his unnaturally still posture. His eyes boring a hole into the wall behind Wei Wuxian, so focused and so deep that Wei Wuxian imagines the man can see all the way out of the building through it. 

Lan Qiren clears his throat as if trying to get Wei Wuxian's attention back on himself. When it doesn't work, he simply presses on and asks, "And why is it you want to work with my nephew?"

The question sounds surprisingly disingenuous. Like Lan Qiren already knows the answer. Which, maybe he does. 

"Maybe," says Wei Wuxian casually, "I just want something pretty to look at."

A muscle jumps in Lan Wangji's jaw and it takes real, actual effort for Wei Wuxian to not shout his victory. 

"No, Wei Wuxian," says Lan Qiren. "If we’re going to do this, you have to say it."

That does succeed in getting Wei Wuxian's attention back. Lan Qiren's eyes are narrowed, more angry than he's been the entire time he's been in here with Wei Wuxian. He was always protective of his nephews, but the fury in his gaze speaks to something more, something specific. And personal. 

Wei Wuxian meets that anger with a stubbornness that has subdued a mass grave of resentful dead. 

They stare each other down, neither willing to look away. Fire and ice, eating away at each other. 

It surprises Wei Wuxian to find that his ice is what wears down first. But, he realizes quickly, it isn’t all that surprising at all. He supposes that saying out loud why Wei Wuxian wants Lan Wangji around is less painful for him than it is for Lan Qiren to have his nephew insulted in front of him. Not that it was an insult, really; Lan Wangji really is that pretty. But Lan Qiren's ire is fair. Wei Wuxian's stubbornness is... not. 

"Fine," he says, and actually drops his eyes in concession. 

He's not above admitting that that was a weird moment for him, but he takes a few seconds to stretch his shoulders back before continuing. 

"I want Lan Zhan there," he says finally, "because he’s the only one of you fuckers who’s ever been able to keep up with me." Which is both true and gratifying to say. 

He glances up at Lan Wangji, but still cannot seem to read anything on that beautiful, stoic face. Lan Wangji’s breath is steady; the even thrum of his golden core can be felt across stadiums if he so chooses, but now it remains quiet and spinning; his posture could be written about in textbooks, and possibly has been. 

Nothing. 

Wei Wuxian tries not to bristle about it. He’ll have time. 

When he looks back to Lan Qiren, he meets the man’s steely gaze and says, "There. Happy?"

Strangely, Lan Qiren does look pleased. Almost… amused? He has the beginnings of a smile threatening his perpetually dour expression — a softening around his mouth and the corners of his eyes. He strokes his long beard. 

"It’ll do. For now."

#wei wuxian #lan qiren #wangxian #lan wangji #mdzs #the untamed #cql #fanfiction #the blacklist au #i'm not gonna finish this #but somebody funnier than me should #or somebody better at writing case fics #or both #as many cakes as you want! #fic inspiration #my writing #no research was done in the making of this first draft #this is crack your honor

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for hermit fanon swap thingo

cat grian

cyborg impulse

monster gem

guardian ren

ok so i May have started writing a bit for guardian!ren and then it kind of got away with me (also some cat!grian towards the end, and a bit of avian!mumbo because i can't help myself). so. please enjoy and there Will Be More :]

There’s a reason why Ren wears sunglasses, and there’s a reason why he’s the king. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. 

“Are- do you like them, sire?” Bdubs asks as Ren turns the diamond sunglasses over in his hands, the stone cool against his skin. With the blue tint they’ll provide, it’ll almost be like he’s back again, in amongst the stone and faint light and almost-perfect silence. He holds the glasses up to his own eyes, stares into the lenses. They weigh less than he thought they might, but- no, wait, there’s the telltale purple enchantment shimmer. His current glasses - tinted black, for when he first emerged and the sun made his eyes ache - are heavy on the bridge of his nose, almost always slipping down just the tiniest amount. Not like they really have anything to rest on beyond his face.

(Where Ren’s ears should be is only a mass of hair, sticking upwards like the ears of a dog. It’s a good thing no-one’s ever tried to pet him like one; he isn’t certain they’ll like what they feel there).

Ren shakes himself, shoots a grin at Bdubs. Of course he noticed that his glasses were slipping, so he enchanted them to make them lighter. Feather-falling isn’t just good for boots, apparently.

“Absolutely, my dude! It’s super thoughtful of you. Thanks!”

Bdubs looks at Ren, unmoving. Ren looks at Bdubs, also unmoving. 

“Um, are you- are you going to put them on, sire?” he asks tentatively, and internally Ren curses.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure thing but- ah-” he stammers, searching for an excuse, something-

“I should put them on alone first,” he finishes lamely. “Ceremonial, right? All my subjects witnessing me in my new gear at the same time?”

Bdubs’ face falls and Ren wishes that he could tell him the truth - take off his glasses, take off the crown, fall before him and take his hands and tell him I’m sorry, it isn’t you, I’m just trying to protect you but he doesn’t. Bdubs bows deeply and leaves the throne room, shutting the door behind him, and Ren buries his face in his hands and sighs. 

The climb to the beacon is more difficult than he remembers. Then again, he still isn’t used to the diamond-encrusted robe and the weight of the crown on his head, but even so, when he reaches it he has to pause for a moment, survey the lands.

Under his kingship, the server is cleaning up. The redistribution of diamonds is working well, and it seems folks aren’t just completing his quests, but enjoying them too. Of course, there’s talk of a rebellion on the horizon, but frankly if there wasn’t talk of one, he’d start getting worried. They’re happy. More than that, they’re safe. 

That’s the duty of a king, isn’t it? Courage in battle, making strategic plans, governing frugally and governing generously, all of that stems from one simple goal: keep your people safe. 

A king is a warrior, a strategist, a friend, a protector of his people.

Ren tilts his head up, the beacon’s beam thrumming deeply next to him, shooting a bright beam of pure white into the heavens. He closes his eyes, and with one shaking hand (the other clutched so tightly to his new glasses that he’s thankful they’re made of diamond) he removes his old sunglasses.

A king is just a guardian by a different name. 

Ren opens his eyes.

“Grian,” Mumbo calls distantly. “Did- did you see that?”

With a herculean effort, Grian forces himself to stop batting at the hanging vines dangling from his bridge and latches onto them instead, clawing his way up to where Mumbo stands. His brow is furrowed slightly, and his wings (dusty grey-black, fading to red at the tips) are fluffed up the smallest amount. Grian’s ear twitches, but he manages to ignore the instinct for now. He can sneak-attack Mumbo later. 

“See what?” he asks nonchalantly.

“That,” Mumbo points, nodding towards Ren’s castle. “The beacon. For a second- I don’t know. I might’ve been seeing things.”

“No, you can’t just leave me with that! What did you see?” Grian pesters, tail flicking from side to side. 

“I’m really not sure,” Mumbo replies. “But it looked like- like, for just a second, there was a second beacon beam.”

“Huh,” says Grian. “Weird.”

And then he sneak-attacks Mumbo, of course. 

#hermit fanon swap #guardian!ren #cat!grian #avian!mumbo #specifically he's a tailorbird because heeheehoohoo #anyways yes this is probably incoherent but!! hope you enjoy <3 #ren the king makes me feel shrimp emotions #my writing #hermitcraft #grian #rendog #mumbo jumbo #answered asks