#close enough that we could hear it gently playing in the background

[odinsblog]

R.I.P. Astrud Gilberto, March 29, 1940 - June 5, 2023. Seen here, performing "The Girl from Ipanema" in 1964 with Stan Getz on tenor sax, Gary Burton on vibraphone, Gene Cherico on bass, and Joe Hunt on drums.

#astrud gilberto #r.i.p. #the girl from ipanema #music #bossa nova #stan getz #childhood memories #damn - hearing this song after so long literally unlocked #childhood memories from kindergarten? of music they played at nap time #not the school or the teachers but someone who lived nearby #close enough that we could hear it gently playing in the background #at ​12 noon sharp every day for an hour #and i can remember that whenever it wasnt playing #all of us kids had trouble falling asleep #whenever i do hear it now (which isnt at all often) #it immediately relaxes my brain and my entire body #lol - they pavlove’d a conditioned response into us #hopefully there isnt another song ive forgotten that automatically turns on a murderous rage #anyway - the point here is that im almost 39 #and (my fault) but this is the 1st time ive ever even seen what she looked like

[screampied]

OMG ur hiromi fic has my DYING oml written so well- can we see one with softdom! toji plssssssss where he’s talking her through it like with ur last one? I’m dying ilysm

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji talking you through your first orgasm

warnings. fem! reader, tummy bulge, soft dom toji, cowgirl, unprotected s*x, praise, mild dirty talk, mdni.

an. thank uuuu ily2 !! </3

toji would be laying manspread, watching some kind of old movie that’s playing in the background—you’re somewhat relatively cockwarming him, yet moving just a bit.

“princess, you gotta relax. trust me, i like how eager you are but it won’t work like that.”

“s-sorry,” you’d pout, his shaft was stuffed inside you, and he’d so deep it makes you intake a sharp breath — digging your nails into his thighs before moaning. “i feel it, ‘m really close, toji.”

“i know you are,” he murmurs, soft fingers lightly wrapping around your neck. toji pulls you close to kiss against your cheek as he watches you writhe. “i’ll hold your hand if it makes you feel any better.”

judging from his tone, he was purely teasing—yet you grip onto his hand anyway, and he chortles roughly before creating a quick suck against the inner part of your neck to hear you whine. “sensitive little thing, okay. now,” he breaths, his free hand gripping your waist. “just lean against me, yeah… like that. i’ll take it from here.”

you quiver, feeling toji swiftly lick a stripe up your neck. you also feel contact of his scar, the very edge of it brushing up against you.

“easyyy…”

he slyly coos beside your ear, giving it a slight nibble. you moan, feeling toji bring a hand towards your right tit. he runs a thumb against your perky nipples and chuckles at the way your body responds—you shiver from his warm touch, instantly craving more and he just simpers. “you’re impatient, i know. you’ll know it when it comes, baby. trust me.”

“okay, okay...”

you utter, not even realizing how your back arched against him. he’s shoved deep between your folds, and you start to move your hips against him.

mimicking a lazy yet ploddingly steady pace, you moaned out his name numerous times, as if was the only word your cute brain could register at the very moment.

“awwwh. don’t try to act tough, ‘s okay, girl,” he teases, almost sensing the pout starting to pull amongst your plump glossed lips. he was right in a way though, you tried your hardest to suppress your moans. mainly because well… it was embarrassing.

butterflies swarmed inside your tummy, feeling toji bring both hands towards your hips. your hips that continued to stutter, gradually rutting back and forth into him.

“…fuck,” he growls, and you let off a whiney noise, feeling the ridges of his cock gently graze against you, against your folds. “how deep do you feel me, baby? use my hand ‘n show me.”

his words were smooth, simply suave…

just toji talking to you was enough to make you cum. your ears twitched and you constantly pulsed from him.

toji’s twitching inside of you, and you feel the vein that ran down his dick prod against you. that was enough for you to let off a moan, slumping back against him before your legs started to convulse in utter desperation.

“can feel you here,” you mewl, grabbing onto his big hand, trailing it towards the spot he easily reached. toji snickers, nipping at your neck before your hips pause for a moment again. “you’re so deep, toji.”

“and you always fit me good, baby.” he purrs into your ear, and you swallow. only to watch toji bring a hand down towards your clit. he starts to rub, maneuver circles over your pussy and you’re just about at your limit. “ohhh. listen to that, she’s ready to give it to me. so sloppy ‘n wet, fuckin’ filthy.”

your eyes rolled, it felt so good. you were almost speechless. just inaudible noises departed from your lips.

toji rubs against your pussy with a single hand, another gingerly gripping your neck as your back’s pressed against his chest before he starts to speak.

“come on, come on. cum on me, princess. make a mess ‘n i’ll clean it right up for ya,” and then he chuckles once you’re just buffering against him, such electricity like sensations coarsing through your body. “quite dramatic though. just a little orgasm, baby…heheh.”

his hoarse laugh rings through your ears as his fingers brush against your throat, another hand just idly plying with your cunt until your release approaches — and it’s close, your mouth grows dry and your pupils dilate.

“f-fuck, fuck..” you’d whine, heaving and heaving. you started to pant, breathing becoming irregular and all. toji’s deep voice against your ear only made your pussy twitch ten times more, before you briefly contract, your legs give out and that’s right when you came.

toji grows silent as you’re riding out your orgasm, cutely trying to move your hips, just wanting to make some sorts of use for yourself before he stops your hips. “wellll, look at you,” he grins, peppering your neck with warm kisses. you whine, overly sensitive — even just from that. toji holds you still, the movie still playing in the background and you’re practically limp against him.

your legs, perhaps they were limp. you felt all ounces of pleasure, quite an experience that you couldn’t even sputter out anything.

“made such a mess on me,” he playfully frowns, making you grind against him at least once before nipping at your collarbone. “such a good girl. i like my girls messy,” he undertones, bringing a hand towards your chin — toji pulls down your bottom lip before swiping against it, you moan. “aw. if only you could see yourself like i do.”

and that’s when toji starts to slather your slick all on already glistened folds, the squelches were so loud… “how’s it feel? you satisfied, princess?”

“o-one more time, toji.” you finally speak, tugging onto his wrist and he raises his brows in pure amusement.

“oh?” he smiles, watching you start to intimate his actions. rubbing his hand against your pussy, and you make yourself whimper, his touch was so hot, fiery and warm. “filthy girl. using my hand all for yourself,” and then he chuckles against your ear once more before planting a kiss below your ear as lewd encouragement.

“but okay,” he continues, leaning back. spreading his legs just a bit more for you to get comfortable. “you learn fast, baby. yeah, just like that. now make yourself cum, show me how good you’ve been payin’ attention.”

#★vegasbaby. #toji smut #toji x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro smut #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #jjk fic #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader #fushiguro toji x reader

[hyperactively-me]

gentle hands

Simon opens his eyes, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your eyes meet his. You lean down to kiss him slowly, softly.  When you pull away, Simon speaks, his voice softer now, “I missed this. Just bein’ home, with you.” You smile, a mixture of understanding and love in your eyes. “I missed you too,” you whisper, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder.

Simon arrives home after a particularly tough mission

warnings: none

Ghost found himself recovering from a tough mission, his body weary and spirit longing for a moment of solace. He was on his way home, allowed a short-term leave after the mission went successfully. It was by no means an easy mission, it took a toll on him. He felt more exhausted, more drained, than normal. He just wanted a moment of peace, a moment of quiet, where he could just relax.

When he arrived at the front door of your shared apartment, he took a breath. He fumbled with hands for a moment, pulling his keys out and unlocking the door. He calls out your name as he kicks the door shut, setting his things down on the kitchen counter.

You were in the living room, sitting on the couch in your pajamas, engrossed in a book, the soft hum of music playing in the background. Hearing Simon’s voice, you looked up from the pages and a smile bloomed on your face. You spring up from the couch as he walks into the living room. The sight of him, battle-worn but alive, brought a sense of relief. 

“Hey there, big man,” you said, your voice a comforting melody. Simon turns towards you, a half-smile forming on his lips. His fatigue seemed to momentarily lift as he looked at the smile on your face.

“Hey,” he replied, the weariness evident in his voice. You closed the distance between you, and he wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the residue of whatever he was doing on mission slowly melting away in the comfort of your presence.

“Rough one, huh?” you ask, pulling back slightly to look at him. He nods, his eyes revealing a layer of exhaustion.

“Yeah, tougher than usual,” Ghost admitted. “But we got the job done.”

You led him to the couch, and he sank into it with a sigh, his body appreciating the respite. You disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water for him. As he took a sip, you studied his features, noting the subtle scars and bruises that adorned his face.

“Anything I can do?” you asked, genuine concern in your voice. Simon shook his head, appreciating the simple offer.

“Just bein’ here ‘s enough,” he replied, setting the glass aside. You sat down beside him, your presence a soothing balm to his aching body. You begin to run your hands down his arms, feeling the tension of his muscles under his clothes.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” you question softly, running your hands down his arm and to his hand, squeezing it in your grip.

He tilts his head over towards you, eyes drooping slightly.

“Sounds lovely,” he grunts, nodding his head.

You rose gracefully from the couch, giving Simon’s hand a reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the bathroom. You turned the tap, adjusting the water temperature to perfection, adding a hint of soothing helichrysum oil.

Simon, in the meantime, made his way to the bedroom, peeling off his tactical gear and clothes, revealing a body marked by the trials of combat. He finally slips his mask off, folding it neatly on top of his pile of clothes. He took a deep breath as he heard the water cascading into the tub. The scent of helichrysum wafted through the air, a fragrant promise of relaxation.

When everything was ready, you returned to him, gently guiding him towards the bathroom. The steam from the bath enveloped him as he sank into the warm water, the tension in his muscles slowly dissipating. You perch on the edge of the tub, watching him with tenderness and slight concern. 

As Simon closed his eyes, surrendering to the comforting embrace of the bath, you dipped a washcloth into the water and began to delicately clean the black paint from around his eyes. The touch of your hands was gentle, a welcome contrast from roughing it on base. 

“I appreciate this,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. 

A warm smile appears on your face as you carefully pour warm water over his head, letting it cascade down his hair and down his neck. Simon closes his eyes, feeling the comforting touch of the water against his scalp.

As you began to work shampoo through Simon’s hair, your fingers massaging his scalp, Simon let out a contented sigh. The stress and exhaustion of the mission slowly melted away, replaced by a sense of peace. Your gentle hands made him feel cared for, safe. 

“You deserve this,” you replied softly. “Let me take care of you for a change.”

The bathroom was filled with a soothing silence, broken only by the sound of water trickling and your quiet breaths. Your touch is tender, each stroke of your hands carrying a touch of affection. Simon relished in the simplicity of the moment, the way you were so gentle with him.

Simon opens his eyes, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your eyes meet his. You lean down to kiss him slowly, softly. 

When you pull away, Simon speaks, his voice softer now, “I missed this. Just bein’ home, with you.”

You smile, a mixture of understanding and love in your eyes. “I missed you too,” you whisper, your fingers tracing patterns on his shoulder.

Once the bath has worked its magic, you help Simon to his feet, helping him wrap a plush towel around his waist. The scent of the bath oil lingered on his skin, a comforting reminder of the care you’d provided for him. The two of you returned to the bedroom, where a set of fresh clothes awaited him.

Simon changed into sweats and a soft t-shirt, a welcome change from his heavy tactical gear. He settles onto the bed, groaning with relief as his back hits the mattress. You giggle as he lays silently in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Just as you’re about to grab a cup of tea, Simon is grabbing your wrist tightly, pulling you back towards the bed. 

“‘M sleepy,” he complains. “Can’t sleep very well without you.”

You lean down to kiss him on the cheek, gently pulling your wrist from his grip. 

“I’m just going to get you a cup of tea—”

“No, ‘ve already gotten enough princess treatment from you—” he grunts, sitting up from his position to manhandle you into bed with him. 

You sigh in defeat, arms coming to wrap around his neck as he pulls you on top of him. His hands travel up from your thighs to your waist, pulling you tight against him. He only removes his hands from you for a quick second to pull the covers up on the bed. 

The warmth of the bed enveloped both of you as you settled into the cozy cocoon of blankets. Simon’s weariness was evident, yet his grip on you was firm, as if afraid that if he let go, the world would pull him back into its relentless demands.

You chuckled at his antics, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You're stubborn, you know that?”

“Only to you,” he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes, his hands still holding you close.

You snuggled against him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the ambient sounds of the night outside. Simon’s exhaustion seemed to ebb away as he held you, finding solace in the simple act of being close.

You traced circles on his chest, your fingers moving rhythmically as if to lull him into a peaceful slumber. Simon’s gaze softened as he looked down at you.

“Y’know,” he began, his voice a gentle murmur, “coming home to you is the best part of any mission.”

Your heart swelled with pride at his words. “And having you here is the best part of my day.”

He smiled, a genuine, tired smile. Simon’s hands traced gentle patterns on your back. The lines of fatigue on his face were replaced by an expression of peacefulness, a quiet acknowledgment that, for now, the battles were outside and the peace was within.

“Tea can wait,” Simon mumbled, his eyes heavy with sleep.

You nodded, snuggling even closer. “Go to sleep, my big sleepy man.”

And with that, the two of you drifted into a peaceful slumber, finding refuge in the sanctuary of your bedroom, happy to be reunited once more.

#*ੈ✩ simon “ghost” riley #he's so eepy #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #call of duty reader insert #call of duty #ghost #simon “ghost” riley #fluff #ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost imagine #hyperactivelyme

[blixssily]

·˚ˎˊ˗ "can we always be this close forever and ever?" ‧₊˚✧

࿐ included: gepard landau, serval landau, dan heng, blade, kafka, jing yuan

࿐ summary: cuddle/hugging scenarios with them!!

࿐ disclaimers: might be ooc :( not proofread

࿐ authors notes: jing yuan fans i have a real surprise after this one 😈

gepard landau ˚ ༘ ( 杰帕德 )

his head is smushed into your stomach, his arms wrapped loosely around your frame with your hand tangled in his hair. you could tell he had a tiring day, the hours before he had arrived home were particularly grueling for your poor partner. having to slave away at countless stacks while trying his best to assist his fellow soldiers. he greeted you tiredly as he entered your shared home. you being the amazing partner that you were, you (forcefully) get him to settle down on the couch with you!! his muscles relaxing, the grip on your waist getting looser with every second that you stroke his hair, occasionally giving him a mini head massage. he catches himself just before he's able to fall asleep, not wanting to "waste" such a precious moment like this. you gently pat his head, signalling to him that's it's alright for him to rest and that you'll be here when he wakes up.

serval landau ˚ ༘ ( 希露瓦 )

it's late at night, the light tapping of rain hitting the window frames accompanied with the sound of writing in the background makes you feel drowsy. serval had promised you she wouldn't take long writing her new song but (in her defense) she absolutely had to write down these ideas!! she hates it when she forgets just the right lyrics before she can write them down. you're situated on servals lap, her free hand rubbing shapes on your back. you can feel your eyes getting heavier with the help of servals humming. your breath tickles her neck as she adjust your arms around her, her head leaning slightly on yours. she feels awful for making you stay up so late just to wait for her to finish writing up a song. she grabs the jacket on her desk, wrapping it gently around your frame before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

dan heng ˚ ༘ ( 丹恒 )

it's one of those rare nights where you return to your shared bed later than him. your boyfriend having already drifted off into the realm of peace. you flash a soft smile at the sight, knowing he rarely gets the chance to relax. the moonlit sky that flashed through the windows onto his face only enhanced his beauty. fluffy black locks of hair covered most of his face. you carefully slip into the bed, not wanting to wake him up. he really was beautiful like this.. you gently took his hand, playing with it until he suddenly pulled you into his chest. the hand you held now tangled into your hair as he pushed you into his chest with his other arm wrapped around your waist. you could hear a faint 'i missed you' from your boyfriend. you muttered an apology for waking him up but it seems that he's already fallen back asleep. you look up at him to press a soft kiss to his lips, snuggling right back into his chest with a sigh. you quickly made a mental note to remind him about tonight in extreme detail, smiling at the thought of his flustered face before slowly falling asleep.

blade ˚ ༘ ( 刃 )

never in blades life would he think that he'd be able to be emotionally and physically vulnerable enough for someone to cuddle him. he stands awkwardly with his hands just above your frame, not knowing what to do with them. you whisper a small 'it's okay' knowing he doesn't quite know what to do in a situation like this. he gets the message eventually, cautiously allowing his arms to wrap around your waist as yours tighten slightly at his neck. he bends his neck to yours, inhaling your scent before pressing a kiss to your pulse point. his arms tighten a little, a hand moving up your back to hold you even closer. he wants to stay like this forever, being able to forget all the stress from missions and just be with you. no words need to be spoken between you two in this moment, both of you simply relishing in this rare moment of peace. he thanks your for your affection with another kiss, this time it was placed on your lips with small smile.

kafka ˚ ༘ ( 卡芙卡 )

it's sunrise, the brightness of the sun rudely woke you up. you shift over to face the other side of the bed, unaware of your lovers arm draped around your waist. you smile at kafka's face, noticing how relaxed she looks in this state. she pulls you closer to her, slowly opening her eyes to peer down at you. she sends you her usual teasing smile and you roll your eyes at her. you remind her about the mission you both have today and she lightly scolds you for ruining the mood, saying that she wants to enjoy her time with you (guilt trip???) her hand finds its way to your scalp, enjoying the way you pull yourself closer to her, burying your face into her neck. she lightly scratches your scalp while absentmindedly tracing shapes onto your shoulder blade. you can feel yourself slipping back to sleep when you hear her reminding you about your previous statement. when you're about to "leave" the bed to escape from her teasing, she grabs your wrist, giving you a pout as she tugs on it lightly. she promises she'll be nice so you both can enjoy this rare moment together (she doesn't keep that promise for long, when you try to leave the bed again she traps you in the blanket..)

jing yuan ˚ ༘ ( 景元 )

the people of Xianzhou Luofu greet their general with shy bows. you had suggested (forced) that he should go out for some walks in order to not get too bored at his desk. he doesn't really have a direction or a place in mind, he's just purely letting his legs carry him to wherever they wanna go. he scans the food stalls down the road, thinking of something he could surprise you with when he arrives home. he spotted a stall he remembered you talking about, according to you the food was amazing there but you never have the time to stop and visit it. he smiles to himself imagining your reaction to him bringing the snacks back home (maybe eating some right in your face just to tease you..) on the other hand, you got off work early!!!! and actually had time to visit said store. you immediately spot your partner in the cue. suddenly getting the impulse to sprint up to him and spook him (hehe) so with that, you sprinted up to jing yuan, trying your best not to make a sound. you two almost fall over as you wrapped your arms around his waist. successfully scaring the hell out of your poor boyfriend. he scolds you for scaring him while pouting, threatening to drag you home before any of you buy anything from the store to which you beg for his forgiveness. you two head home, treats in a small bag. jing yuan closes the front door to your shared house and wraps his arms around your waist like how you did to him earlier that day.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #blade x reader #dan heng x reader #gepard landau x reader #gepard x reader #hsr blade x reader #serval landau x reader #serval x reader #kafka x reader #hsr kafka x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader

[y3nze1]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐉𝐀𝐙𝐙 | Alastor x Reader | 18+

- 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: the two lovelies had a certain night filled with jazz and passion.

- 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Smut! Pussy eating, Face Sitting, Slightly Fluffy (if you analyze enough), fic based on this song (All that Jazz - Chicago the Musical).

- 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: i had this fic stored in my notes app a while back and thinking of posting cause it's absolutely rotting. just a cute silly fic, plus hazbin hotel is popular again (and thriving), glad there's new people on there, plus I'm on my chicago obsession era. anyways, happy reading!

as the music along, you stood by the corner, watching over the dazzling showgirl prancing around while the beat pumped along. the background dancers on their marks, waiting for the pump to blow, holding fans and leathery ropes as they wrapped it around their arms. the lights turning on to a purply shade, lust fills the air.

'come on baby, why don't we paint the town?

and all that jazz.

I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down

and all that jazz'

with a flick of a fan, the dazzling girl winked at the beat, hand movements. hypnotic, like a desert belly dancer. she cooed to the melody as the dancers did too, grinning. the trumpet hotfully playing as it glazes through the rhythm, another flick of the fan.

'start the car, i know a whoopie spot

where the gin is cold but the piano's hot

it's just a noisy hall where there's a nightly brawl'

flick the fan for another time, as the dancers waved around, going round table to table, their grabby hands wander through coats down to the bodies, swooping in to the load of treasures, a couple of papery beauties, to be hidden into their untouchable chests.

'and all..'

with a tap of your shoulders.

'that..'

A turn of your head.

'jazz~'

And a small peck of your lips as the red haired demon licked his lips slightly, softening his urges just for your taste. pulling you close to him as much as possible, like a pouncing tiger. his hands travelling through your back, gently caressing your porcelain skin. his grin widened, watching your eyes turn to the colorful stage, his hands wrapped around your waist, placing soft kisses onto your shoulders.

'slick you're hair and wear your buckle shoes

and all that jazz

i hear that father dip is gonna blow the blues

and all that jazz'

The tension onto you both was blazing, but your ears were perked to the melody, biting your lip at the dream. the dream of fame, you grinned at the mischief of being upfront, breakin, seducing, healing the blues of those little sobering men, their eyes trying to capture you.

'hold on hun, we're gonna bunny hug

i bought some aspirin down at united drug

incase we shake a part and want a brand new start

to do.. that’

The lights flashed inevitable, your eyes fleeing from reality onto the moment, your own stage to tame, and own attention to claim while you grab some and win some where old chums throw, wallop while couples getting frisky with every corner just from your voice. You hear alastor voice call out to you, snapping your awes back to reality turning your head back to him. "my dear, why don't we go out for a moment, it's getting too crowded. no?" reddened retinas glowed, that ones glaring at you with such rigor. you can help but nod along instead.

'Find a flask

We're playing fast and loose

And all that jazz

Right up here

Is where I store the juice

And all that jazz'

Alastor pulled your hands through the crowd of demons, securing your waist on his hand, the music slowly fainting away from your hearing, down to the entrance and onto the busy street, the two if you laughed and drank like never before, the night was certainly at its youth more than ever. his grin widening at a thought rushing in his mind. his fingers intertwined in your locks.

'Come on, babe

We're gonna brush the sky

I betcha Lucky Lindy

Never flew so high

'Cause in the stratosphere

How could he lend an ear

To all that jazz'

the bustling city was no matter, his hand grab yours, handling your wobbling body and your fazed mind, guiding you back. to the hotel he's staying in. his grin widened more, hearing your mindless giggles. unaware, you followed him. not like you had places to be that night anyway.

'Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake

And all that jazz

Oh, she's gonna shimmy till her garters break

And all that jazz'

The two of you entered the hotel, your hands draped onto the crook of his shoulders, clinging onto him while he stood straight with composure, the troop glaring at your sunken figure wrapped around alastor. he winced at them enthusiastically, reminding them not to bother him with his current business. "don't not worry, I'm just helping out my dear friend here-good luck chums!” he greeted delightedly, guiding your influenced frame through the corridors. your voices of giggles echoing through the empty hall as you run around drunkenly.

'Show her where to park her girdle

Oh, her mother's bloodied girdle

If she'd hear her baby's queer'

He pulled your waist delicately, crashing his lips onto yours, his skin lingered onto your coat, slipping it down your arms, indulging the smell of booze through you breath. kissing your lips ever so passionately. suddenly hitting a door. opening was angel dust, staring at the two of you. "h-hello.. i-i.. umm, good evening.." you giggled under your breath. "this, my feminine fellow, dear. ks Angel Dust" you looked up st the grinning angel. out if words at the sight, entangled with the thoughts of confusion and pride for alastor. "im.. (...).. his cousin" while you chuckled, alastor pulled you away from the crime scene, leaving angel hanging with surprise. watching you two walk away, as he closes his door.

'Come on, babe

Why don't we paint the town?

And all that jazz

I'm gonna rouge my knees

And roll my stockings down

And all that jazz'

with a click of a lock, he carried you inside his quarters, setting aside staff, laying you in bed with a slightly aggressive action. he grinned widely, ravaging your lips once again, shoving your coat aside, rolling your stockings down, doing the same for his coat, frantically unbuttoning and shoving.

'Start the car

I know a whoopie spot

Where the gin is cold

But the piano's hot

It's just a noisy hall

Where there's a nightly brawl

And all that jazz'

He hungrily set aside the pair of your lacy tighty whiteys. his mouth swallowing your slit, happily lost in between your walls, flashing statics as he tasted your juices, flicking your bud with such attention. making you moan, grazing the sheets, raking the bed frame. his tongue slurped, encircling your precious aspect, munching on your presented treat. sweet nectar overflowing with each thrust of his tongue.

'No, I'm no one's wife

But, oh, I love my life

His heading lifting from his head, huffing like a predator. his sharp teeth licked from your juices. "sit on my face, my dear" without hesitation, you obliged to his request. your plumpness setting down onto his mouth like a throne. his fingers gripping onto your thighs while you smoothly grinded. moaning and panting at his mercy, his tongue fucking deep in your flesh.

'And all..'

You groaned loudly with the buck of your hips, his face pleasurably suffocating on your divinity. pulling you more, locking you down at each lick and slurp.

'that..'

With another buck you were close to climax, frantically chanting his name, his hands clutched onto yours while he devoured his meal, sucking your clit, his tongue buried inside, suckling in delight, his statics only grew more noisy and many.

'jazz..'

With one final thrust, you reach climax, letting out a loud moan, your back arching with pleasure, the surrounding filled with symbols, static haze corrupting, while sipping your juices, delight within his lips, you crashed down beside him, breathing heavily, finally turning the error of reality to normal once again., as you run your fingers through your hair. "thank you for the meal, my dear.."

'That jazz'

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[callsignhood]

hi :) if it’s alright, could i request some fluff headcanons about könig spending christmas/christmas eve with his s/o?

König celebrating Christmas with you

Tags: Fluff, nothing else, just pure fluff

Word count: 500ish

Snowy winter is rare in Vienna’s Christmas season, it’s the 24th of December and you have not seen a single snowflake falling. The lack of a soft blanket of whiteness definitely made the city a little boring, but the colourful lights still hang across street lamps. Green, red, orange and yellow, setting the mood joyfully enough through the city.

König finds time from KorTac to go home, finally brings you into his hug. You’re not expecting him to show up by your door, and you find yourself fully embraced by his warmth inside his long winter coat. His arms wrapped around you tightly, missing you so much that he finally finds relief with you by his side.

“I thought you couldn’t be back this Christmas?” You ask, struggling a little to speak because he’s almost squeezing you into his chest. He smells like winter. “Nikolaus* brought me here with his sleigh, of course.” You hear a cocky smile through his tired voice, and he finally lets loose of his hug. You could finally lift your head up to see his face, almost radiating the joy of meeting you, but you can feel that he hasn’t sleep well.

You cup his face with your hands, feeling the light stubble on his chin and jawline. Smalls scars over old ones. He smiles under your touch, leans down and kisses you on the cheek. Once wasn’t enough, so he kissed again, which made you chuckle with happiness. However, you soon become worried as you realized you’re empty-handed. “But König, I already mailed the gift to your base a week earlier, and… I don’t have anything for you right now.” He takes your hand in his, gently holding you. “It’s ok. It only means that I’ll be having two gifts this Christmas.” He pauses for a second, then continued a bit sheepishly, finding himself embarrassed, but still expressing his love. “Because holding you right now is already the best gift for me.” He laughs softly when he sees you blushing, then he’s gladly being dragged inside home.

You haven’t planned to do anything tonight, which means you didn’t have time to bake his favorite Brötchen with cheese. You always want to make every holidays with König the best ones he had, and you couldn’t help but feeling bummed out this time. “You don’t have to worry about that, meine Liebe.” He hugs you on the couch, letting you sit comfortably on his lap. “We can drink some Jäger, order something, and watch TV. Ja?” He always knows how to deal with your sadness and your nervousness, because he has them too.

So you ordered something warm to eat along with dessert. He’s drinking Jäger while you’re putting a Christmas themed movie on the TV. Candle lights flickering on the coffee table, empty take-out boxes waiting to be thrown out but you are too comfortable under the blanket, not ready to move yet. Austrians don’t really focus much on Christmas, but König still enjoys celebrating it with you, since you’re always excited about Christmas tree decorating and gifts and all the shiny colourful things.

Even though this year is not as special as you wanted to be, you’re still happy that he’s here.

As the TV is playing Home Alone 2, you find König already fell asleep, loosely holding you. You’d imagine he’s tired, so you won’t disturb him. TV light blurred on his face, his breathing is silent and slow, and you smiled at him. “Merry Christmas.” You close your eyes too, letting yourself doze off with the movie in the background.

*St. Nikolaus = Austria’s Santa Claus

Thank you for @cerise-on-top again for educating me on Austria’s culture 🩵 You’re so kind to me!

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[dincrypt]

Dad and The Dog

Summary: This.

Content: Fluff. Puppy antics.

Note: Re posting my most popular fic since I’ve decided to emerge from hibernation lol

“If it pisses on my floor once, it's gone.”

A tiny gasp escaped the mouth of your son, his already enormous eyes stretching with concern. You round on Din, bringing a protective hand over the mouth of Grogu’s pod.

“Din,” you chastise, not at all gentle. “Don’t say that! She’s a puppy, accidents are bound to happen!”

From behind your hand, a fuzzy white head popped out, panting so hard it looked like a smile, and barked in Din’s direction. Grogu gave a little cry and tugged his new pet back into the safety of the pod.

Your family was heading back to your ship after an eventful and productive trip to the market, all of you - except for one - ecstatic with the results.

“It’s going to get big you know,” Din pointed out, not even turning around as he stalked forward.

“The man said she’s an Anooba cross. She’ll be smaller than normal,” you countered, reaching back to rub a pair of perky white ears. Grogu grabbed handfuls of her fur protectively as he eyed Din, face somewhere between an adorable attempt at intimidation and a downright pout.

You could hear Din grumbling under his breath, pressing a control on his vambrace as you approached the ship. “Sure, crossed with a Massiff for all we know…”

You ignored him to help Grogu and his new puppy climb out of the pod. Two sets of miniature feet took off up the ramp. She immediately set about exploring her new home, nose to the floor as she ran in a zigzag, tiny owner right on her heels.

“Hey, keep that thing contained,” Din snapped as he followed them, pressing a button to close the hatch.

You sighed and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Hey,” you tried softly, hoping to diffuse the frustration clearly boiling under that armor. “Why are you being like that? I thought you liked dogs?”

“I do,” he argued. “Just not in a small space full of important things that can be chewed or peed on.”

“I’m sure your five crates of sonic charges can handle a little puppy teeth,” you said with an eye roll.

Din tilted his head, and years of reading a blank visor told you of his exasperation. You smiled and reached up to pull his helmet off, revealing the long suffering frown you expected. Setting it aside, you placed soft hands on his cheeks, running your thumbs back and forth.

“Come on. He needs this. Didn’t you just say a while back it would be nice for him to have someone his own size to play with?” As you spoke, a chorus of barks and delighted coos rang in the background.

Din’s shoulders drooped and his brows furrowed. “Yes! But I meant…” he gestured between the two of you, “I meant a sibling.”

“Well, think of this as like…a stepping stone to that. First he gets a puppy. Then a sibling.”

“Why the hell does there need-“

A loud crash cut him off, and he spun around to see Grogu and his pup sprawled on the floor, the contents of Din’s tool box scattered around them. The puppy clambered to her feet and pounced on Grogu, lavishing his face with wet kisses which he accepted in pure delight. Din frowned deeply and turned back to you.

“Why does there need to be a stepping stone? I don’t see how a puppy will prepare him for a sibling.”

With a gentle sigh and shake of your head, you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “It makes him happy. Isn’t that enough?”

You didn’t wait for a response, instead tapping his face gently with your palm before leaving to help Grogu pick up his mess. Din watched you, confusion and frustration etched into his scowl. The puppy bounced around your feet as you bent to gather the tools, giving each one an experimental gnaw.

With the smallest sneer and the slightest huff, Din retreated to the cockpit for what he expected to be his last ounce of peace for a very, very long time.

~

Code Red. Code. Kriffing. Red.

Or, technically, code yellow.

Grogu was hysterical. Sucking in enormous breaths faster than his little lungs could handle, cries piercing through the hull as he pointed at the puddle that managed to be directly next to the absorbing pads. You were on your knees in front of him, desperately trying to reach through the panic.

“Hey, hey, calm down baby it's alright.” You held his face and wiped the little tears away. He continued to sniffle. “Look at me.” You held him more firmly, eyes on his. “Daddy didn’t mean what he said, ok? He’s not going to take your puppy. I promise.”

That managed to break through, barely. With another deep breath, his cries lessened.

“And even if he did - which he didn’t - all we’d have to do is this…” You reached for the absorbing pad and placed it over the mess, promptly wiping away every ounce of evidence. “See? He’d never even know.” You smiled and winked playfully.

Grogu stared blankly at the pad, then looked at you, mouth turning up in an adorable grin. You laughed and looked around for the offender, who had ducked into hiding the moment her owner started to cry.

“Verd’ika?” You called. The choice of a Mandoa name was not coincidental. Though you suspected the attempt of endearing her to Din had accomplished very little.

She appeared hesitantly from behind a cargo box, puffy tail between her legs, back spines laid flat. You gave her a sympathetic, yet stern look.

“Verd’ika, you know what you did, don’t you?”

She scurried over to Grogu, burying her face in his cloak and refusing to look at you. Grogu hugged her, not contributing at all to your attempt at discipline. With a defeated sigh, you gathered up the soiled pads and tossed them in the incinerator.

“I suppose you’re beating yourself up enough already.” You bent down and stroked her head. Then looked at Grogu. “Go get the cleaner sweetheart. Let’s make sure the floor is nice and clean before daddy gets home.”

He nodded urgently and waddled off, his ever-present white shadow following.

~

Clan Djarin’s newest edition managed to have multiple accidents throughout the day. No matter how many treats you placed on the pads, no matter how highly you praised and encouraged every time she sniffed them, something about cold metal apparently made it the ideal location for relief. The floor was scrubbed spotless by the time Din returned.

He removed his helmet with narrowed eyes, carbonite chamber still humming with the acquisition of his newest bounty. You appeared from the bunk, all smiles.

“Welcome back dear, how’d it go?”

“Fine...” he answered slowly, eyeing the floor.

You swept yourself into his arms and kissed him, hoping to redirect that concerning gaze. He kissed you back, absently, and you could tell his eyes were open, still fixed on the floor. You put your hands around his neck and kissed him a little harder.

Unfortunately, it only served to make him more suspicious. He pulled away from you with a frown.

“It peed on the floor didn’t it?”

“It’s a she,” you corrected.

“She peed on the floor.”

“I have no idea what you-“

You were spared the completion of your lie by Grogu’s entrance. He waddled to his dad with outstretched arms, smiling. Din bent down to accept him, throwing an uncertain glare at his snow colored companion.

“Hey buddy,” Din said softly as he lifted his kid. Verd’ika pawed at his boot. “Anything exciting happen today?”

Grogu drew his lips in and shook his head. Din glanced between both of you, brows raised in an expression of innocence and wonder. “Really? Nothing at all?”

Two heads shook in confirmation. Din looked down at his feet. “How about you?” He said to Verd’ika, “Anything to confess?”

Verd’ika barked once, front paws sliding forward as her rump lifted in the air, tail whirring. “Is that so?” Din looked to you in mock surprise. “She says she peed on the floor today.”

You gasped and snatched the puppy up, holding her out in front of you with an accusatory glare. “Verd’ika, how could you? Lying to your father that way!” You turned her around in your arms to face Din. “Tell him the truth Verd’ika, tell him what a good girl you’ve been.”

She barked once more, squirming as she craned her neck back to nip at your chin.

“That’s better. See Din?”

Disbelief dripped from his features. Thankfully, instead of pushing the argument, he just rolled his eyes and brushed past you on his way to the cockpit, Grogu still in his arms.

Before he could take another step, Grogu let out a cry of protest, reaching behind him for Verd’ika. Din sighed and turned around, bringing him close enough to scoop the puppy from your arms.

You watched with an unabashed grin as your riduur clambered up the ladder, arms full of squirming dog and child.

~

Nights on the ship were peaceful.

Rather, the artificially timed darkness designed to preserve some semblance of a circadian rhythm while deep in hyperspace, was peaceful.

Din was a light sleeper, and still not used to extended lengths of inactivity, even with the balance you brought to his life. It wasn’t unusual to find him missing from your bed throughout the night, fiddling with whatever mundane task he picked up in an attempt to quiet his mind.

After waking up for a second time to find him gone, you decided to go looking for him. When the usual tinkering couldn’t do the trick, more often than not your voice could, a few sweet words of encouragement lulling him back into bed.

The cockpit was the first place you checked. He found something soothing in the gentle, repetitive nature of flying the ship, even when it wasn’t necessary. Sometimes it was all he needed to relax enough to allow him to sleep. Other times, he needed you.

You found him there, unsurprisingly. As you crested the ladder you caught sight of his head above the pilots seat, brown locks messy with unsuccessful sleep, shoulders moving with what little effort flying through clear space required.

What did surprise you, was the white ball of fur at his feet, staring up at him.

Din was speaking. Quietly. You stayed on the ladder, tilting your head to hear him better.

“I’m not giving you any,” he grumbled, and with a glance to the side you realized he was talking about the package of jerky pieces he was snacking on. “Quit asking.”

Verd’ika let out a small whine, reaching forward to paw his socked foot. Din looked down at her. “What? I said no.”

She didn’t let up. Her head creeped forward, eyes on Din’s face. Her lips quivered with a barely muted bark.

“Ssh!” He snapped, finger to his lips. “They’re sleeping.”

You covered your mouth to contain the laugh bubbling in your chest. For someone who claimed to not be interested in this dog, he sure was having quite the conversation with her.

“Alright, look, here,” He retrieved a piece of jerky and tossed it in her direction. Verd’ika snatched it right out of the air, swallowing it whole.

“Hey…” Din said, tone just on the edge of impressed. “Good job.”

She licked her lips and tossed her head up. He shook his head. “Now you’re just pushing it.”

She insisted, once again batting at his feet with a string of quiet whines. Din growled and grabbed the package. “Fine, but you’re gonna have to work for it. I don’t suppose they’ve actually been training you, have they?” He held a piece of jerky up above her head. “Sit.”

She cocked her head at him, ears pricked, and slapped her tongue across her jowls. Din sighed.

“Didn’t think so.” He scooted forward in the pilots chair, setting the package aside but still holding a piece in front of her. He reached forward to place his other hand on her back, at the base of her tail. “Look Verd’ika, sit.”

He pushed her rump down to the floor as he said the word, her eyes still glued to the jerky. “Good girl!” He gave her the meat and she scarfed it greedily, immediately standing back up.

“No, you’re not supposed to-“ he started, reaching for another piece. “Alright come here, lets try again…”

With a grin, you turned and headed back down the ladder before he saw you.

~

You woke up to the sound of Din loudly calling your name.

“Come here! Bring Grogu!”

Your knee-jerk, sleep soaked reaction was panic. Only when he called you again and you heard the laughter in his voice were you able to calm down, slipping out of bed with a groan. You found Grogu in a similar state, groggy eyed as he rolled out of bed at the sound of his father’s voice. You picked him up and headed for the cockpit just as Din called you for a third time.

“We’re coming!” You answered, trying to keep the irritation from your voice.

Your steps were heavy up the ladder as sounds of barking and a few low chuckles reached your ears. In the cockpit, you found Din standing with Verd’ika in front of him, a handful of jerky in his palm as she watched him with rapt attention. He smiled at you as you entered.

“Watch this,” he said excitedly, holding up a treat. Verd’ika stood at attention.

“Sit!”

Immediately, her behind sunk to the floor. Din glanced at you, looked pleased at your impressed smile, then turned back to the puppy.

“Lay.”

Her paws slid the rest of the way down until her belly touched the floor.

“Good girl!” He tossed her the treat, which she inhaled.

“Did you see that buddy?” Din asked his wide-eyed boy. Grogu smiled with a happy sounding gurgle. Din walked over and took him from your arms, Verd’ika barely a step behind. “She’s pretty clever huh?”

You nodded your agreement, watching as Din placed a treat into Grogu’s palm. “You wanna try? Give it to her when-“

The second the meat touched his hand, Grogu tossed it to Verd’ika. Din stuttered half a movement at grabbing it, stopping short as it disappeared into a set of sharp white fangs, gone. He dropped his head before turning to Grogu.

“No buddy, after she listens, ok?”

Two dark eyes stared blankly at him, blinking once. Din held up another treat. “You hold it. I’ll tell her what to do. When she listens, give it to her. Ok?” He hesitantly placed the meat into Grogu’s waiting palm.

This time, he held it. Din nodded and looked to Verd’ika. “Sit.”

She sat. Grogu dropped the meat and it promptly disappeared.

“There you go! Good job buddy!” He bent down to pat the puppy’s head, “Good girl Verd’ika!”

You laughed delightedly and squeezed his shoulder. “Glad you two are finally getting along.”

Din shrugged nonchalantly, not quite meeting your eye. “Well...she’s finally listening.”

“Suuuure,” you droned, reaching down to pick her up. “And I’m sure her being completely adorable has nothing to do with it, right?” You held her out in presentation, and Verd’ika cocked her head as she looked at Din, as though attempting to contribute to your point.

He rolled his eyes and fought a smile, then tugged you forward to place a kiss on your forehead. “Well,” he leaned down to kiss Grogu as well, “I suppose it’s no secret I have a weakness for adorable things.”

~

The grocery bag was heavier than the last time you slung it over your shoulder.

Your eyes narrowed as you adjusted the strap, immediately knowing who the culprit was. Or rather, culprits.

You turned around in the middle of the dusty market street, eyeing your riduur and son, who stopped short behind you. Any time they came along on shopping trips, they had a habit of ganging up on you, flooding your limited carrying space with useless treats. That’s why you were the only one who got to carry the grocery bag anymore.

At the sight of your glare, Din tilted his helmet in question.

“What did you two sneak in here?” You asked, jostling the strap over your shoulder. Grogu’s mouth dropped and he looked to his father.

“Nothing,” Din said easily.

“Its heavier than it was a few minutes ago.”

“Aww, then I’ll carry it for you cyare,” he reached for the bag but you took a step back.

“No no, I’m simply giving you a chance to come clean before I open it up and find out.”

Din exchanged a look with Grogu, then shrugged at you. You gave them a final warning glare before peering down into the bulging sack at your side. In it, a top your own selections of spices and balanced ration meals, sat two sleeves of cookies and three packages of jerky. You looked back up to see Din peering over, as if he too was curious of the contents.

“Huh.”

“Huh indeed,” you droned, pure sarcasm. “Wonder where those came from.” Din’s helmet rumbled with a low chuckle and you smiled. “That’s a lot of jerky. I don’t think Verd’ika can eat it all.”

“It’s for me,” Din said immediately.

You dropped your head incredulously. “Really? Three packages just for you?”

“Yep.”

“And you’re not gonna give any to her?”

He shrugged. “Well, maybe if she’s good. But it's not for her.”

You made sure he could see every ounce of disbelief on your face before turning and leading the way back home.

He never did admit it. Just as you never admitted to waking up that night and hearing him in the cockpit, voice scarcely above a whisper through the faint sounds of a crinkling bag,

“Verd’ika. Look what I got you.”

~

Week five of life with a puppy came, and there was hair on your bed. Short, white, unmistakably canine, and only on Din’s side. You stared at it, smirk growing at the same time your eyes narrowed. You called for Din and he poked his head into your quarters.

“What’s this?” You asked sweetly, gesturing to the fur scattered on the sheets.

He peered at it suspiciously. “What’s what?”

“This dog hair. Did you have Verd’ika on our bed?”

“No,” he said quickly. A little too quickly.

You placed your hands on your hips. You didn’t mind if she slept in the bed with you, not at all. But the fact that he was being sneaky about it and clearly trying to hide it, made teasing him simply irresistible. “Really? Then how did it get here? Only on your side?”

He shrugged. “She must have snuck up there at some point.”

“Ah. Well then,” you took a step toward the door, “I suppose I should get on to her.”

“No!” He stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You gave him a look of utter bafflement and he retracted, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean...it’s too late now. You have to catch them in the act. She won’t understand.”

“Ah...I see...” you nodded as though the thought was very wise. “In that case I’ll just keep a better eye on her then.”

He returned your nod, just as serious but no more convincing. “Good. Me too.”

You didn’t.

The hair returned most mornings. No matter how many times you settled Verd’ika next to Grogu in his bed, there was almost always a fresh batch of fur waiting for you. It was always less than that first time, and you recognized the signs of an unsuccessful attempt at brushing it away. The stubborn stragglers were his downfall.

Rather than confront him again, you decided to let it slide. He wasn’t going to come clean any time soon.

~

After several months of living with a Verd’ika and a Din who insisted his tolerance of her was minimal, he dropped a shocking statement over dinner one night.

“I was thinking I might start some extra training with Verd’ika.”

You froze. Eyebrows raised, fork halfway in your mouth. You lowered it slowly to answer him. “What kind of training?”

Grogu had also perked up at the mention of his pet’s name, long ears pointed in Din’s direction. Below the table, a shuffle of paws told you Verd’ika had heard it too.

Din swallowed a mouthful of soup, then spoke nonchalant as ever, “Thought she may have the potential to be a good guard dog. For when I’m gone. It’d be nice to know there’s someone looking after you two.”

Your grin was determined, but you smothered it down, cheeks aching and pulling. It had taken barely any time for Din to go from “one accident and she’s gone” to, “I would like to leave those I love most in the care of this creature.” The thought was nearly too much for your heart to bear.

“It’s a good idea love, but do you think she’ll be big enough?”

He nodded. “Anooba’s get big. And I don’t buy what that vendor said for a second. He probably just heard me complain that we wouldn’t have room.” As he spoke, he tore off a piece of his bread and slowly lowered it beneath the table. You heard the smacking of lips below, followed by the reappearance of his empty hand.

Grogu, ever the imitator, did the same. A set of four eager paws skittered over your feet on their way to the little green hand holding out bread under the table.

“Keep that up and she’s going to be too fat to guard anything,” you laughed, even as you tore off a piece of your own bread for her.

Din scowled in offense. “Of course not. She’ll just build muscle.” He tilted his head to look under the table. “Isn’t that right Verd’ika?”

A muffled, bread-filled bark answered him in confirmation.

~

When you were little, you had been certain that a litter of loth cats someone had dropped off outside your home were the most adorable thing you had ever, and would ever, see. Six little bundles of multicolored fur, mewling and crying until you had warmed and fed each one. They held the top spot on your cute rank for years.

Then you met Din. Six foot with his helmet on, covered in armor, who hunted down criminals for a living. He immediately over took the loth kittens in terms of adorable. Next you met your son, and the two had been neck and neck ever since.

But this. This took the cake. Nothing in the universe would ever be cuter. You’d stake your life on it.

Din was on his knees, in the middle of a field on some grass planet you couldn’t remember the name of. His arm was wrapped up in one of his shirts, encouraging a confused Verd’ika to bite him while Grogu stood to the side, treats at the ready. Late afternoon breeze whipped through the fur of all three, white, brown, and sparse.

“Come on sweetheart, just like last time,” Din cooed. “Edeemir!” Bite.

Verd’ika dropped down on her front paws and tossed her butt in the air, tail whipping. Din sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Your name is little warrior. Act like it.”

He started at her, arm jerking forward in a mock attack. Verd’ika barked in delight and lunged, chomping down on his padded forearm with all the force her little jaws held.

“Good girl!” Din praised loudly. On cue, Grogu stepped forward with a treat. “That’s a clever girl, good job sweetheart!” He petted her back and scratched behind her ears as Grogu babbled his own sounds of praise, stumbling forward to pet his puppy.

You shook your head with a laugh. At this rate, your only worry was that Verd’ika would begin biting people randomly in anticipation of her treat and praise parade.

“Are you sure that’s the best method dear?” You asked.

Din looked up at you with a bright smile, still petting Verd’ika. “Of course.”

“I’m just worried she’s going to start biting and thinking she’ll be rewarded for it.”

He shook his head. “No no, she’s learning to bite on command. She’ll only be rewarded if she does it when told.”

You grimaced uncertainly. “Alright, if you say so…”

They practiced and played until the sun fell low in the sky. With the short attention span of both younglings, it didn’t take long for anything resembling training to fade into games of fetch and chase.

Eventually you found yourself darting through thick grass, Verd’ika at your side. Behind you, Grogu held onto Din’s back as they gave chase, strong arms reaching out as they ran. You laughed and screamed as his fingertips brushed you, pushing harder with a dodge to the left. Verd’ika contributed by running as close to your feet as possible, jumping up to snap your clothes at every opportunity.

Inevitably, he caught you. Your run came to an abrupt halt in his vice like grip, a strong chest at your back as you screamed in the happiest way. Din pulled all three of you onto the grass in a heap of limbs and laughter. Grogu crawled up to Din’s chest, holding his arms out for Verd’ika as she launched into the fray. Din huffed and groaned dramatically as her heavy paws pounded onto his chest.

As your laughter faded into uneven breaths, one of your hands reached up to pet Verd’ika, the other sneaking into Din’s hair. He rolled his head to the side and looked at you, face framed by deep green blades, smile the brightest you’d ever seen it, dimpled cheeks flushed with exertion. Above you, your son clung to his puppy, smiling at his parents.

The sunset warming your body was ice compared to the warmth sprouting from your heart.

~

You stayed awake a little longer that night, hoping to finally catch visual proof of what you already knew was happening once you drifted off to sleep. After kissing Din goodnight, you turned with your back to him, waiting a few minutes before intentionally letting your breaths deepen and slow.

You expected him to get up, and return with her. Instead you were surprised when, after several long minutes of anticipation, you heard a faint scratch at the door, followed by it sliding open. There were foot taps on metal, then a dip in the mattress. Din murmured a greeting and you covered your mouth with your hand to contain a laugh.

She was trained alright. Like clockwork.

Slowly, hoping to catch him unawares, you turned. In the darkness you could make out Din’s back, a pair of snow white ears perking behind his shoulder.

You reached over carefully until your hand brushed his spine. Din inhaled sharply and stiffened. Caught. With a smile, you closed the distance between you, bringing your chest against him as your hand slipped around his ribcage to pet Verd’ika’s soft head.

“Softie,” you whispered in his ear. You kissed his cheek and felt him smile.

“Me?” He mumbled in a sleep-tainted voice, “Never.”

You grinned and kissed him again just as the door slid open for a second time. You looked up to see Grogu in the threshold, no doubt in search of his missing puppy. With a wave, you beckoned him over.

Din leaned across Verd’ika to lift Grogu on the bed, then rolled to face you, bringing both babies with him. Sheets shuffled as you scooted back to give them room, Grogu settling next to Din as he held onto Verd’ika, her soft back curling against your stomach. Four sets of slow breath filled the air, quiet and content.

Din’s eyes met yours across the pillows, warmth and love etched across the face you adored, his hand traveling back and forth between his son and his dog before finally settling on his riduur.

You both reached across the narrow space that separated you, holding onto each other, your universe safe and sleeping in the warmth of your embrace.

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[loveswrites]

I Chose You ~ Poly Cullen X reader

This is something I've had written up in my google doc for a while. I wrote it for me mostly but I thought I'd post it and see if anyone else would enjoy it!

Give your thought's in the comments! Tell me if you want more or what you'd like me to post more of!

"I Chose You"

Summary~ The Cullens start fighting over you

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Currently you're chilling at the Cullen's house. It was a calm and relaxing Friday evening. After school your mates Edward, Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett just rushed you home to their house. Saying they couldn't wait to spend time with you, like you hadn't spent all day in the presence of basically all of them. 

Your head rested against Emmett's chest as Rosalies rested on your stomach, because they both insisted that you all cuddle with each other. Playing in the background was some sports channel that they had turned on. To which you knew nothing about, you were just here for the vibes. Being surrounded in an ice sandwich comforted you as you always found the cold to be inviting. Most didn't but you we're like most. You were mated to basically the whole Cullen family Minus Alice she was mated to Bella. 

Most days it was easy and calm. Not much ruckus, besides Emmett and his loud self nonetheless you loved him. But other days it was a little difficult. Being mated to 6 different people was difficult but you could manage. That was until you had to go visit some relatives out of state and you were gone for 2 weeks. That had messed up the routine and the peaceful relaxing days, As ever since you got back each one of your mates felt like they had to run and snatch you up before another one could. 

Which was true, one would be walking towards you with a smile then make eye contact with another then it would turn into a race of who could grab the last blueberry muffin. Emmetts hand was running through your head while he was fussing at the TV. Rosalie was holding your hand gently caressing it, every now and then pressing soft kisses against your fingers and up your wrist. You were just starting to relax when you heard a bell ring making you jump at the unexpected sound.

 You were met by a gust of wind looking up. You saw Jasper in front of you holding his hand out. "I believe it's my turn to have some alone time with our lovely doll." Jasper said in his thick southern accent that always made your heart skip a beat. To which he sent you a sly wink alongside his signature smirk letting you know he heard it.

You couldn't help but let out a little giggle. 

"It hasn't even been an hour yet!" Emmett huffed out. 

"Yes it has, hint the Alarm. Now give her up." Jasper said a little snappy. He's been a little irritated having to feel everyone's emotions. Everyone's emotions on top of his own we're.. To say the least overwhelming. 

"No it hasn't! The games not even over yet! I'm not letting her go, it's not your turn!" Emmett yelled out. 

"Well that's not my fault now is it? We agreed on one hour, not two. You're wasting my time." Jasper said, reaching to grab my hand to which Rosalie slapped his hand away with a growl. 

"Back the fuck off." Rosalie said tightening her grip on my hand but not enough to hurt.

"I'm not, In the mood Rosalie." Jasper said shooting Rose a stern look making her sit up narrowing her eyes at Jasper. I could tell Jasper was getting to his breaking point making me sit up watching him and Rosalie closely.

 "What are you talking about your turn?" Edward said walking into the room holding a bag of snacks which made me smile immediately as I knew they were for me. 

"It's my turn and they're hogging her." Jasper said, annoyed, making his southern accent thicker if that was even possible. Hearing his voice made me let out a little hum making Jasper look at me tilting his head with a look of curiosity.

"No, It's my turn." Edward said as a matter of fact. 

"No it's not! The bell rang. I got here first fair and square ya shouldn't have been outside!" Jasper yelled glaring at Edward. Edward put down the bag he was holding on the nearest table. Walking Up to Jasper glaring back at him.

"If you want to fight for her we can do that." Edward said, having read Jasper's mind. Jasper ready to bareback his teeth and fight for me if he must. 

"Wait!" I said standing in between the two, making them both look down at me, their eyes softening their gaze. 

"What did you get me?" I asked, looking at Edward pointing to the bag he brought in with him. 

"The chips you said you were craving earlier today at school." He replied, watching me as I went to pick up the bag. 

"Thank you." I said grabbing the bag walking towards the door making the four panic slightly.

"Where are you going?!" Two voices said in desperation.

 "To see what Carlisle Is doing." And with that I was off into my car driving off to the hospital Carlisle was working at. Hopefully to get some peace and quiet. But who knows.

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[tiresomeimagination]

The Demons in the Details (707 x Reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's note: This is an entry for @mysticmessengerenglish's fanfic contest. The theme was weddings and I had an idea to try playing with. Hope you enjoy! ^^

You paused in your inspection of the current venue and glanced back over at Saeyoung to gauge his reaction. He looked deep in thought as he scanned the building. You wished you could hear his thoughts… He looked like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders.

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Wedding preparations are always tiring. They become even more so when expectations or standards are a bit too particular. Saeyoung was by no means a very picky person. In fact, you often had to nag him about keeping his preferences quiet for the sake of others. So it was a bit out of the ordinary to find that Saeyoung was so critical of every venue you visited. There was always something. It was too public of a spot, it was too closed off, it didn’t have enough exits, and the list went on. Nothing was quite right. You got the feeling that if it were solely up to him, he would just have the whole thing in his bunker.

His mind was racing with every possible worst-case scenario. He had to. After all, he had finally gotten everything he ever wanted. He was reunited with his brother. He had found a new family in the RFA members. He had even found the love of his life. He had…everything to lose. With his father and the agency still out there looking for him, he had far too many enemies to take any chances.

Finally, Saeyoung seemed to reach a decision. “Hm…yeah…this place is nice and all, but I just don’t think it’s us, y’know? I mean… we can definitely do better,” he said with a slight chuckle, attempting to keep his voice light and casual.

You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. “This is the fifth place we’ve seen today. We’re kind of running out of options…” You tried to point out as gently as possible.

Saeyoung let out a small sigh of his own as he ran a hand anxiously through his hair. “You’re right, you’re right. How about we just…sleep on it for now? I have some more research to do anyway.”

You knew this ‘research’ probably involved running background checks on all the venue’s staff that would even breathe in the general vicinity of the event.

“...Okay. Yeah… It’s getting late anyway. We might as well go back,” you relented. You wanted to try your best to be accommodating. You knew that he had to do whatever he could do to feel safe.

Spirits were low as the two of you returned to the bunker. There was a certain unspoken tension that neither you nor Saeyoung wished to address. You both made light small talk about the day as you had dinner with him and Saeran as usual, but you could tell Saeyoung was still worried. As much as you wanted to try and talk through things, you didn’t want to push him before he was ready…. And so, even as you retired to the guest room for bed, the topic was avoided entirely for the night.

You awoke a few hours later. After a quick glance at your phone to confirm that it was indeed the middle of the night, you decided to get up and check in on Saeyoung. Experience told you that there was a good chance he got caught up in something and would need to be talked into actually going to bed. However, rather than a chance for playful teasing between you two, what you found when you peeked in was much more concerning.

Saeyoung sat on the edge of his bed, hunched forward with his head in his hands. Without thinking, you entered and quickly crossed the room towards him. 

The sound of your footsteps jolted him out of whatever state he had been in and his head whipped up to lock eyes with you. “…Y/N…?” He asked quietly as if your presence had surprised him.

“Saeyoung! What’s wrong?? Did something happen?” You asked worriedly as you came to a stop by his side.

He took a moment to register your words, still lost in his thoughts. “...Um…yeah…I-I mean no.” He stammered out, pausing to rub tiredly at his face and try to recollect his jumbled thoughts. “Everything’s fine. I just…had a weird dream, hah…” He breathed out quietly.

You frowned deeply and sat down beside him, placing a light touch on his arm. “Do you want to talk about it…?” You asked softly.

He didn’t answer, so you continued. “Whatever it is…you can talk to me. We promised to handle things together, remember? You don’t have to talk about it right now, but I can tell you’ve been worried about something and it’s more than just whether we get married someplace with or without windows, so-”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Saeyoung suddenly interrupted your ramble. 

“...What…?” You replied, caught off guard by his words.

Saeyoung took a deep breath in and let it out before he looked over at you. “Things aren’t going to be easy, you know. Living with me…won’t be easy.” He paused, glancing down at the engagement ring you wore on your hand. A sign of your connection to one another.

“...What? What are you talking about?”

He sighed again and gently took your hand in his. “I still have a lot of enemies. You could get caught in the crossfire of any one of them.”

“Saeyoung…”

“Every time I close my eyes… I see everything that could go wrong. And every time I open them again I think about how I’m not ready. If I fail to account for even one possible threat, you could get hurt…or worse…"

"Saeyoung." You called out a little louder, hoping to get his attention off of his spiraling anxious thoughts and back onto you. When he looked back up at you, you continued. "You don't have to bear everything alone anymore. Everyone in RFA has your back. Saeran and I too. We're all in this together. And if dealing with Mint Eye has taught us anything…it's that we're stronger together." You said with a soft smile, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

You brought your other hand up to gently touch his shoulder. "And to answer your question…yes. This is what I want. You are what I want, and nothing will change that."

The both of you were moments away from tears. Saeyoung quickly pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face into your shoulder and sniffling softly.

"I love you so much, Y/N." He murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt. 

The second half went unspoken but you could hear it loud and clear. He was afraid of losing you. No amount of mere words could quell those fears entirely. They lived so deeply in his heart and you couldn’t chase them all out no matter how much you wanted to. All you could do was try to support him.

You let out a sigh as you hugged him back and let your own tears fall as well. "I love you too.”

Your happily ever after wouldn't be as easy as the fairy tales made them out to be…but you two would be okay so long as you stood together. You weren’t about to let go, and by the looks of his grip right now, neither was he.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mystic messenger x reader #mm 707 #saeyoung choi #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #707 x mc #reverse hurt/comfort #mmed #possibly not my best work but eh I was pressed for time and did me best #this went through several different draft iterations hhh #credit to sapphyra for giving me the idea needed to help me reorient my approach and get the fic flowing better #whew it's been a while since I've written for my boi #hope I'm not too rusty #anyways #back into the void I go o7

[jamdoughnutmagician]

Beach Baby (Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

A short, fluffy summertime drabble based on this text post by @sunflowerdaydreamer

Word Count:701

Authour’s Note:I even went to the trouble of looking up beaches in Indiana for this one lmao. Also we’re ignoring the canon that Eddie died in 1986 because of course we are and that he lived long enough to see Baywatch.

Masterlist

“Alright, you kids got everything you need, now?” Wayne asks just as you and Eddie are about to head out the door.

“Yeah, I think we’re good, right babe?” Eddie turns to you, a wide smile stretching across his lips.

It was a warm summer day and Eddie decided that instead of being cooped up in that hot tin-can trailer he called home, he was going to treat you to a day out at the beach.

“Yeah, we’ve got everything, Mr.Munson” 

“How many times do I gotta tell you, call me Wayne” he tells you, a soft smile pulling at the older Munson’s features. “Alright you kids go have fun now” he shouts as he waves you off, before quickly pulling Eddie back for one moment “..and son, you look after her, take good care of your girl, now, you hear me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good, now be off with you” Wayne laughs as he ruffles his nephew’s hair and gently pushes him out the door.

Eddie opens up the passenger side door to his van, offering you his hand as you step in

“Your chariot awaits, M’lady” he jokes, bowing in a grand gesture as he helps you into your seat.

Eddie rushes around to jump into the driver’s seat next to you, before turning to you with a smile.

“TO THE BEACH!” he cheers as he twists the key in the ignition.

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you at your boyfriend’s antics. He never failed to make you laugh.

_______

The drive to the beach, although filled with comfortable silences, soundtracked by the sound of one of Eddie’s Metallica tapes playing on low in the background, was a lot harder than you had first anticipated. A lot harder. Eddie was sitting there, one  hand loosely gripping the steering wheel, the other hand resting on your thigh. His long, dark, unruly curls tied back in a little bun at the nape of his neck. He’s wearing his Black swim shorts that have the little skull and crossbones on them (which you had told him you found  incredibly adorable) and an old loose fitting Black Sabbath t-shirt which had been on the receiving end of Eddie and his scissors, turning the t-shirt into a crop top. He looked so good like this, in your eyes he was so effortlessly handsome, with his dark sunglasses perched up on his head, and a growing cluster of freckles spreading across his button nose and rosy cheeks. 

Wether or not he was aware of the effect he had on you, he had you slyly squeezing your thighs together to ease the tension.  

You finally reach the warm soft sands and welcoming ocean breeze of Whihala beach, and despite there already being a handful people there, it wasn’t overly busy. Eddie pulled up his van into the car park just outside the beach, and then you both made your way down to the beach.

Setting your towels and bags down on the perfect spot, you shimmy out of your high-waisted denim shorts and throw off your baggy white t-shirt to reveal a perfectly fitting red one-piece swimsuit.

Eddie rarely found himself lost for words, but he was not ready to see you, every inch of soft skin and delicious curves perfectly covered by a bright red swimsuit. He felt his mouth water, and his swim-shorts tighten ever so slightly. If you asked Eddie, Pamela Anderson had nothing on you. 

His idea of spending a fun-filled beach day with his girl, turned into him thinking of all the ways he could get you alone. To spend some quality, one-on-one time with you away from prying eyes. How he so badly wanted to hold you close to him whilst he showed you just how sexy he thought you were.

He’s immediately brought out of his daydream of beach sex with his girlfriend, by the sound of your voice.

“Eddie! Are we getting in the water or not?” you laugh.

He immediately tugs you by the hand towards the sea.

“C’mon Sweetheart, the sea’s waiting for us!”

Yeah this was a good idea, Eddie thinks to himself. The perfect way to cool down on a hot summer’s day.

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[my-moony-and-padfoot]

Even like this?

Word count: 1 700

It's quite depressing but nothing graphic :)

Remus closed the door behind himself, kicked off his shoes, dropped his bag by the door, hung his jacket on the hook and stepped further into their small apartment. He didn't get far until he stopped, only to the doorway. He saw Sirius laying on the floor of their living room, on a hardwood floor curled up on his side, right next to the soft rug.

“Hi love.” He whispered, walking closer. Sirius opened his eyes, watching as Remus walked over to him, first getting down on his knees, then shifting so he was laying down beside him. “Why are we on the floor?”

“It's comfy.” He whispered, voice hoarse like it hadn't been used in days. “You shouldn't- back always gets worse.”

“It's okay.” He smiled, reaching to brush a curl behind his ear, looking Sirius in the eyes. The grey looked darker than usual, he could see all the pain and hurt in them, all the anxiety and discomfort. It looked like a storm, wind whistling loudly, dark grey clouds filling up the sky, just waiting for the water to fall. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, but dropped his gaze, though looked back at Remus when he cupped his cheek, gently caressing it. “I'm okay.”

“It's okay if you're not.” Remus whispered, watching as the storm calmed down slowly, eyes softening ever so slightly. It was a subtle change, something no one would notice, something so insignificant that it wasn't worth paying attention to. But for Remus, it was worth it, it was significant, it mattered. You could tell so much by just someone's eyes, and no one ever pays enough attention to it. He frowned slightly as a tear dripped down, it fell in the same way Sirius' guard did whenever he was with Remus, he could let it fall without shame.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don't be.” He said quietly, reaching for Sirius' hand, intertwining their fingers together once he gave it to him. He laid down on his back, smiling as Sirius took in the silent invitation to move closer and lay his head on Remus' chest, throwing one of his legs over Remus'. He closed his eyes when he felt himself be wrapped up in his arms, his safe place.

“I'm so tired.”

“I know, baby.” He whispered into his hair, rubbing his side over the worn out jumper. It was the kind of tiredness that sleep didn't help, no matter how much he slept or didn't, he'd still be tired. Even though he knew it didn't help, all he wanted to do was sleep, it was the only way he could get away from all the thoughts. Except when they followed him all the way to his dreams. Nowhere to run from them, nowhere to hide, he was left there laying on their bed, woken up from a nightmare, too tired and scared to sleep again. Sometimes he found the courage to wake Remus up like he had asked him to do countless times. Sometimes he didn't but just got closer to him, getting wrapped up in the warm embrace once again, hoping he could have better dreams when his eyes shut again without his permission.

It was quiet, he could only hear the clock ticking away quietly in the kitchen, it had bothered him for hours, but now it had blended into the background. He heard Remus’ slow, deep breathing and steady heartbeat right under his ear. It made Sirius feel even safer, just knowing he was there. Knowing he was with him and wouldn't go anywhere. It was just them in their own little bubble where nothing bad could ever happen.

His hip ached from however long he had already laid there, he wasn't sure how long it had been, an hour? Maybe two. He wasn't sure, but he didn't want to get up, no matter how much it hurt. Though, it didn't hurt that much anymore, that too had turned into a dull buzz that just was there, but didn't bother him that much anymore. His shoulder hurt too, but now that he wasn't lying on it anymore it wasn't as bad, the change in position had definitely helped.

“Should we go to bed?” Remus asked after a while, playing with his hair, slowly swirling it around his finger and combing his hand through. Sirius blinked his eyes open, slightly startled at the voice, before remembering it was only Remus. He shook his head after a moment of thinking, pressing himself closer as if to prevent him from getting up and leaving him alone. “Why not, baby?”

“I've been there the whole day.” He whispered, closing his eyes again. “And yesterday, and the day before.”

“How about we move to the sofa then, y'know it's much comfier than this floor.” Sirius shook his head again.

“Have to?”

“No, not if you don't want to.” He nodded. “We'll get up when you're ready, yeah? When you want, I've got nowhere to be, but here with you.” Sirius nodded again, feeling more at ease. “Do you wanna talk?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

“I don't know.”

“Okay.” He whispered, kissing his head. “I'm here if you wanna talk, anytime, love. Always here for you.”

Sirius hummed, getting lost into his thoughts again. He didn't remember why he had even laid down onto the floor in the first place, he remembered getting out of bed and maybe taking his meds, and then he was on the floor. It was like the past few hours had just disappeared, like time had only started running at normal speed when Remus came home. Before that, it had either gone way too slowly or too fast, anything but the normal speed.

He wanted to talk, it would probably help, but he didn't know what to talk about. He wasn't sure what was wrong. It felt like everything and nothing was wrong at the same time. He was tired and anxious, but he wasn't sure why, he just was. There just were these random anxiety inducing thoughts floating around, no way to let them out. They were just stuck, piling on each other, making it all worse. So, he thought it would be easier not to say anything, he didn't want to bother Remus with these lost random thoughts that barely made any sense.

But, whatever it was, it made him so incredibly sad, and he couldn't even tell why. The feeling was slowly suffocating him, it felt hard to breathe, and he could feel himself trying to catch his breath. It brought tears to his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall. He could feel them burn in the corners of his eyes, but he just couldn't let them go. The task of holding the tears back felt almost impossible, it was so overwhelming, and it felt like the dam would break from the smallest poke at it. It would fall and crumble into pieces without-

“You can cry, Sirius. If you need to” Remus whispered quietly, gently caressing his cheek. That was it, that was all it needed for it to break. It felt impossible to hold the emotion back after that, the tears just fell without his permission. Sirius still shook his head, he didn't want to cry. “It's okay, baby. I'm here, right here with you.”

“Don't want to”

“I know, love. But sometimes we need to let it out, yeah? Doesn't do any good to bottle it all up, does it?” Sirius shook his head, more tears spilling out as he hid his face more into Remus' chest. “Shh, it's okay, there you go. Just let it out, sweetheart.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“No, shh. Don't be. Nothing to say sorry for.” He whispered, playing with his hair slowly. “It’s all okay, baby.”

“Breathe love.” He whispered, running his hand down his side, then back up again, hoping to help him calm down his breathing. It took a while until he calmed down, the tears slowly dried away and his breathing wasn't as fast anymore. “Feeling better?”

Sirius shook his head, wiping away the tears with his sleeve, sniffling quietly. “Sorry.”

“It's okay, baby, don't say sorry. You don't have to feel better, it's okay if you don't.” Sirius nodded slightly. “Anything I can do to help?”

“Don't go.”

“Wasn't planning on it. Don't worry.” Remus whispered, kissing his head. “I'm here. Always here for you.” It was quiet again for a while, Sirius taking a bit more time to calm down before slowly sitting up, looking at Remus. “Wanna go to bed?”

“Yeah.”

Remus smiled, getting up from the floor and offering his hand for Sirius to help him up, he smiled, letting himself be pulled up and led to their bedroom. “Moony?” Remus hummed, turning to look at him. “Can I have your jumper?”

“If you want.” He smiled, handing Sirius' favourite jumper to him. He pressed it up to his face before pulling off his hoodie and changing into the jumper, then he climbed into bed, getting under the covers. He smiled slightly when Remus climbed in next to him, and he could cuddle up to him.

“I feel so bad.” Sirius whispered after a moment of silence. “I don't even know what it is- it just hurts. It's stupid. I don't like it. Make it go away, rem. Just make it go away.”

“You know I would. I'd take all the pain from you, if I just could.” He said quietly, brushing his hand through Sirius' hair. “I love you, baby. More than you know.”

“Even like this?”

“Especially like this, love.” Remus whispered, kissing his forehead when Sirius lifted his head to look at him. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He said. “Don't go away.” Sirius whispered as he rested his head back down, hiding his face into Remus' neck. “Ever.”

“I'm here, baby. Won't go anywhere.” Sirius nodded, smiling slightly as Remus pulled the blanket better over them. “Try to sleep, yeah? I'll be here if you wake up. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, rem.”

A/N:

What did we think? Hopefully you liked it :)

See you around somewhere maybe, have a nice day/night

<3

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[koishua]

moments like these: park jay

requested by: @kdyism here | wc: 0.737k | fluff, idol!au

he is your jay and he hopes that he will forever remain as yours.

i hope you like this, yunn!! i finished record of youth and was in my celebrity au feels :') i forgot how in love i was with jay haha

reblogs and feedbacks are greatly appreciated!

the sun sets the room in a warm glow, casting hues of orange and gold. the glasses you’d enjoyed sipping on a cool lemonade in catch a few streams of light, colors of the rainbow refracted onto the coffee table. lounging on the sofa is a drowsy jay clad in a pair of comfortable pajamas (a white t-shirt and dark red sweatpants, really).

the scene on the screen of the laptop resting on the table is paused with you taking a quick break to fill up your bowl with some more popcorn. you had been watching one of jay’s favourite dramas again from the very beginning and even from the kitchen, you can hear him grumbling about how you’d chosen to pause at the worst possible moment in between the action.

“oh, stop pouting. i’m coming.” so used to his antics, you could almost see the way he rolls his eyes at your remark. 

pausing the timer right before the microwave hit zero, you pull out the fresh bach of popcorn. once you’d filled up the bowl, you moved merrily into the small, yet cozy, living room, plopping down next to your adorably unhappy jay. 

your jay. it still feels unreal as he smiles brightly at your return, thanking you for the snack and wrapping an arm around your frame to bring you in closer, resting his cheek on your head. this moment, and every other moment leading up to this very one, is everything you’d ever desired and more. this sense of peace and safety, warmth and comfort– you’ve never been more relaxed (never felt more loved) in your life. and it all had started with him.

your jay.

vincenzo plays on in the background as you seek for the hand he’d decided to rest around your waist, drawing small circles over his skin as you relish in his presence. you can feel his smile eventually growing wider as the clock ticks on, tightening his hold on you to pulls you impossibly closer. he flips his hand around to lace his fingers through yours, still not saying a word, his eyes trained on the show. it doesn’t last long, however, because fatigue starts catching up to him from the busy week’s activity.

you close the laptop when his hand slowly slips out of yours, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. your small adjustment stirs him instantly awake, though, so you chuckle affectionately and lay back against the soft arm of the couch, the furniture barely long enough to accommodate his height. your jay hums contently, still half-sleep while you pull the thin sheet over your shoulders.

you’re facing each other and through your awe at how calm and beautiful he looked whilst battling against sleep, trying to stay awake for a little longer fro your sake, you spot a lash on his cheek. gently brushing a finger over his skin makes him smile, leaning into your touch.

moments like these are what he cherishes the most. for jay, it’s just being next to you (so close), that makes everything worth it. the nightly escapades with pulled hoods and inconspicuous face masks as to not be recognized, the secret rendezvous at hidden locations just so you could see each other again– heading directly to your place any time he gets the chance despite his packed schedules that often times clashed with your during the day, so the only chance you could see each other were well after darkness had settled. moments like these made everything worth it.

too bad he only had this one day off for the next two weeks. he would miss having you by his side terribly. 

he sighs, lazily throwing an arm over your side. “why can’t we stay like this forever?”

you can’t give him an answer (he knows it already and he knows that you know it as well). this was something you’d both discussed about early into your relationship, building the foundation at which your strong bond and understanding of each other (for each other) stood. no words need to be said as he tilts his head to press a tender kiss on your temple.

this moment would not last long, so you do everything you can to make it worth a long while and because it’s jay (your jay), it’s easy to just be happy.

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[madaboutmathers]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write Em and reader playing the tortilla smack challenge with their kids; he allows Hailie to post it on TikTok. Thank you!

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“What are we even doing?” Marshall groaned as he leaned onto the kitchen island and watched the display in front of him. “A tik tok, uncle.” Alaina replied, rolling her eyes whilst he only sighed in response. “What’s a tik tok?” Marshall whispered into your ear as you moved to settle beside him.

You could only giggle at him. He really was too adorable for your own good. “Some video site thing.” You babbled. “Oh, so you don’t even know.” Marshall couldn’t help but tease you; his laughter sounded out. Hailie caught this all on camera as she watched the scene with softness. Her father was finally happy.

“Are we ready?” Stevie asked as they moved into the kitchen with the tortillas in hand. You could only giggle at how ridiculous this was. “Hmm, do you want me to film?” You asked, moving around the island. “No..no, I want you in this.” Alaina hummed and brought the phone up to record it herself. You softly blushed, ducking your head for a moment. You had worried once upon a time if you would be accepted into the close family but all that had changed. You missed Marshall softly smiling to himself. You reached for the water bottle as your group moved into a circle. Marshall as ever being slow.

He huffed and moved to stand as you all took a sip of some water. You looked over to him and already began to giggle. “Okay, so we are recording now.” Alaina announced as you moved into place. You weren’t sure who was going first but your question was answered when Stevie hit you on the cheek. You held the water in, thankfully. You didn’t want to lose so early on as you faux glared at them. Alaina was giggling in the background as you moved to slap Hailie’s cheek; gently though. You knew Marshall wouldn’t have wanted to hit his girls but you didn’t know that he wasn’t too keen on hitting you either; even if it was a game.

The moments ticked by in silence as you prepared for the hit that didn’t come. Hailie seemed to see the tension and hit her father’s cheek. He didn’t even move and the water didn’t spill but it was enough for Hailie to laugh out loud and spill her water. It was enough distraction for Marshall to finally tap your cheek with the smallest of hits. You hadn’t expected it and the water fell from you as you loudly began to giggle. “What? I wasn’t ready.” You cried to him with a pout. Marshall only chuckled and moved to spit the water out. “Ugh, I guess he won then.” You muttered and moved to take Alaina’s phone so she could join in and be recorded. 

Breaking Entertainment News: Hailie Jade updates her tikok with her father finally making an appearance. Y/N, Eminem and his children were seen doing the latest social media craze in their kitchen with amusing results.

Shady’swhore OMG! This is the content we have been dying to see. I can’t even count how many times I’ve watched this.

M&MFan Their house looks so good! I need more of it. Did everyone else see how gentle Em was?

Followingy/n Right! Like he didn't want to hit any of them. He was not amused by it at all hehe :)

Marshall’smathers It was so sweet! I wonder what Y/N had to promise for Marshall to allow this to be published.

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” You whispered; blushing sweetly as you stepped into the recording studio. “I can’t be the only one hearing your lovely voice, can I?” Marshall hummed as he thankfully had the recording room emptied and it was just the two of you. You began to chew on your bottom lip as you tried to stop your nerves from growing. “You are biassed though.” You hummed as the music of his new song began to start. “Maybe.” Marshall smirked but knowing you had a voice of an angel. “You shouldn’t have had Hailie upload the video then.” He teased and watched you move the lyrics around to buy yourself some time.

“Come on Y/N.” Marshall chuckled even more as he watched you read from the paper again. “You already know it.” He teased and settled down on the sofa; his legs spread as ever and the view only had you more hot and bothered. You rolled your eyes and turned towards the mic and hopefully it would be over soon. You didn’t realise Marshall subtly recording you as you began to softly sing. You began to grow in confidence as the familiar words came over you. It wasn’t long before you were actually enjoying yourself whilst trying hard to not mess up. All the while he watched with a soft smile on his face before updating his story with you. It was payback but also he wanted to show off your talent.

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I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

My first bingo square is: ice skating injury

Summary: Mulder has many talents, but is ice skating one of them? Fluff, UST, hurt/comfort (wc: 1,192)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Sometimes You Need To Have Fun

“You want to do what?” Scully stares at him, the coffee cup in her hand suspended between the desk and her mouth. Six years in and he can still surprise her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he says. He’s holding her coat and her scarf in his hands, but she’s just sitting there, staring up at him.

“Ice skating, Mulder? Really?”

“Why not? When was the last time you went?” Feeling brave, he loosely puts the scarf around her neck. If he were a little more insane, he’d pull her closer to him, maybe convince her that way. Instead, he chooses to give her a killer smile. He sees her skepticism thaw.

“I must have been when I was a child,” she says slowly. “I don’t know if I still remember how to skate.”

“It’s like riding a bike, Scully. You always say we don’t get out of the basement enough. Here’s your chance.”

She sighs and he knows he has her.

There are more people at the ice rink than Mulder would have expected for the middle of the week. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the small smile around Scully’s lips that hasn’t faded since they’ve left the basement office. They rent skates – Mulder opting for hockey skates – and sit side by side, their shoulders touching as they put them on.

“You ready?” Mulder stands up and grins at her. Scully finishes lacing her skates and stands up, too, wobbling a bit. “Hey there,” he says gently, taking her hands. “Let me help you. You need gloves, Scully. Your hands are ice cold.”

“I’m nervous,” she admits, searching her pockets for her gloves. She puts them on, one hand always on Mulder to steady herself.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” Mulder winks at her and Scully giggles, convincing him that going ice skating was the best idea he’s had in a while. They make their way out to the rink hand in hand. He briefly wonders if any of these people here will think that they’re a couple. They could be. He wants them to be. This is not a date – not technically, anyway. He has thought about asking her out on a real one, especially after playing baseball together, but he’s worried she’s going to laugh at him.

A group of kids skates past them as they step on the ice, laughing. Scully grips his hand so tightly and so unexpectedly that he almost slips.

“Still think this is a good idea?” Scully asks as she takes the first few tentative steps. Mulder watches her for a moment, mesmerized when a moment later, she’s sliding over the ice confidently.

“You were right,” she says, moving further and further away from him. “It’s like riding a bike. Come on, Mulder.” It’s the challenge in her voice that makes him put one foot in front of the other. He’s slower than her and he feels like he’s never going to catch up with her. But he’s going to try. He gathers speed and confidence watching her. Wind bites into his skin, but seeing Scully smile at him with one eyebrow raised as if asking ‘is that your best?’ is all the heat he needs. He hears her squeal when he barrels towards her but he manages to brake just in time, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“That was close,” she says, her breath visible in the cold air.

“I knew exactly what I was doing,” he lies. His knees are wobbly and he holds on to the handrail with Scully joining him. She’s half leaning against him, watching the other people skate over the ice.

“I forgot how much fun ice skating is.”

“Told ya.” He leans in close, whispering the words right into her ear. She doesn’t turn to him but smiles. He wonders what she’d do if he kissed her. He’s been thinking about kissing her for months now, never finding the perfect moment. Here, with cheesy music playing in the background, them standing close, no work, and no one to stop him, it could be just that. If only he dared.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says and when she faces him, with her cheeks pink and her eyes wet, he slides forward a bit, making her giggle again. “Better be careful.”

“Me?” He feigns indignation. “I’ll race you,” he says. “If I win…” a kiss, he thinks. That’s all he wants. He doesn’t dare. Not yet. He needs to earn it.

“If you win what, Mulder?” Scully asks, teasing him.

“You’re paying for dinner,” he says before he sets off.

“Hey,” she says, laughing. He laughs, too, speeding up, not caring for anything but winning. That’s his downfall. He sees the child coming toward him too late. When he does, all he can do is take a sharp right and his ice skating skills are far too basic to keep him upright. He struggles, and uses his arms to balance himself out, but it’s no use.

“Mulder!” He hears Scully yelling his name just as he’s crashing down. Something cracks somewhere and pain shoots through his body.

“Mulder.” Scully’s voice is in his ear and as he tries to get up, he finds her next to him, on her knees.

“Did you- did you fall, too?” he asks, his own pain forgotten momentarily.

“No, Mulder, I didn’t. Did you hit your head?” She examines his head, tilting it this way and that.

“I don’t think I did.”

“What hurts?” He considers lying and saying he’s fine. He doesn’t want this to end. This is not how it was supposed to go. But the pain in his arm is overwhelming and he feels dizzy.

“My arm,” he says. “I think… I think I hurt my arm.”

“Another nice trip to the hospital,” Scully says with a small smile and he appreciates her attempt at humor. “Let me get up and then I’ll help you, okay? Don’t put pressure on your arm.” It takes them a moment to make it off the ice.

“Do you really think I need to go to the hospital?” A group of children laugh when they see Scully unlacing his skates.

“I do. Your arm might be broken.”

“This is not how I imagined this to go, you know.”

“I know, Mulder.”

“I wanted to take you to dinner after and…” he’s said more than he meant to say.

“Well,” Scully says, helping him into his shoes. “It may not be a fancy restaurant, but we can eat at the hospital. You’re paying, though.”

“Like a date?” Mulder asks, his eyes growing wide. Maybe Scully has entertained the same thoughts he has these last few months.

“Maybe,” she says, avoiding his eyes. Her pink cheeks give her intentions away and he smiles. He knew they were never going to do this the normal way.

“What if my arm is broken?” he asks, the thought just now occurring to him. Skinner will kill him.

“We’ll deal with that, too.”

His Scully, his hero. And his date for the foreseeable future. No matter what happens next, he has no regrets.

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[chicken-fifi]

Someone Like You - Lee Soohyuk Imagine

Requested by @kdrama-i-nation: Hi! Can I request a Lee Soohyuk x reader imagine please? The story can be based on this: "I hoped I'd meet someone like you for a long time."

Word Count: 615 words

Your humming softly echoed throughout the small home as you folded the air-dried laundry in the living room. The tv was playing as background noise, intriguing you enough to look over every couple of minutes. Picking up a short stack of jeans, you went to the bedroom and began putting them away in their respective drawers - just barely missing the sound of the keypad beeping as the passcode was entered and the door opened.

Hyuksoo walked in quietly, expecting to see you in the living room since he could hear the tv, but you weren’t there. The laundry - that was his job to do - was almost completely done, only a few items that needed to be ironed before being hunged remained. He heard the sound of a few drawers closing, followed by the soft padding of footsteps. Standing in the living room he turned, just as you entered the living room causing you to take a step back.

“You’re early,” you noted after calming down. “I haven’t started dinner yet. What are you in the mood for?”

He stared at you for a moment before motioning to the laundry, “I thought we agreed that was my job.”

“Do you want a stew? It’s still pretty cold so it might help warm us up a little bit don’t you think?” you avoided the question walking into the kitchen and getting a few of the base ingredients for any of the stews out.

“(y/n)...”

“You’re probably really hungry and tired after a long day of filming. Come on.”

He followed you as you tugged him gently, pushing him into a seat at the small dining table as you began cooking.

“I made some chamomile and passionflower teas earlier, do you want some while you wait?”

He nodded realizing he wasn’t going to get anything out of you until you sat down with him. You were quite stubborn when it came to keeping secrets or information to yourself.

After heating up the tea and letting the budae jjigae that you’d decided to make simmer, you finally sat down across from him.

“Are you going to tell me why you decided to do the laundry now or do I have to keep guessing until I get it right?” he asked looking at you playfully.

“You can guess if it makes it more fun and less stressful.”

Ah. There it was. The little key to the mysterious action.

He wasn’t sure if you had been picking up on his mood lately - in all honestly, he didn’t want you to notice how tired and stressed he was from the constant shoots and meetings. But you had. And your response was to do the one thing that would take up the most time in the house that was in charge of doing. Where on earth did he find and how had he convinced you to even give him - of all people - a shot?

“You really didn’t have to,” he whispered reaching for your hand and holding it gently. “I could’ve done it.”

“I wanted to,” you countered. “It wasn’t a hard task to do and I had plenty of time today.” A timer went off on your phone, and your face brightened. “Dinners done!”

“I hoped I’d meet someone like you for a long time,” he uttered under his breath as you stood up and went to plate up the stew bringing it back before grabbing the different side dishes his mom had made and brought over earlier that week.

“What was that?” you asked placing down a small plate.

“Nothing.”

“If you really want something to do, you can do the dishes later.”

He smiled up at you, “Thank you.”

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[astranva]

what do you think y/ns reaction to hearing the fans sing back the words to matilda would be like?🥺

Matilda Fan Project

Word Count: 1.1k

Category: Angst-ish, flufffff

Warning: Matilda lmfao

Summary: In which a fan project to show support for Y/N after Matilda happens during One Night Only in NYC.

i actually thought about that yesterday before sleeping 

.. 

Matilda was the anthem for family issues of all kinds. 

The moment everyone heard it, clear words accompanied by the soft music and Harry’s gentle voice, thousands and thousands of people could relate to it. 

But it was the realization that Harry wrote it for you that made fans even more emotional. You were a private person. Fans hardly knew much about your life and background except for the occasional Instagram posts you post, and many respected that you were not from the entertainment industry and so, it was why they felt like they could, to a level, relate to you.

The fandom was quick and clever, and TikTok and big Harry Instagram accounts had quite the reach. 

“THOSE GOING TO ONO!!!! FAN PROJECT IDEA!!!! since Matilda is about Y/N, get a sign and write “Y/N, YOU CAN LET IT GO” or “Y/N, WE LOVE YOU” or literally anything supportive and raise them up when Harry stars Matilda. Y/N has helped Harry and us in so many ways and deserves this more than anything. SPREAD THIS AROUND!!!” was the message that thousands of people shared around on every possible platform.

You were aware of the fans’ massive presence on social media, but not enough to have the algorithm deliver their fan project to you, especially when you hadn’t been on your phone for that much as you had instead celebrated Harry in more ways than virtual. 

“I don’t think they’ll know the words,” Harry said as he got ready go on stage, looking at you with a bashful smile. 

You rolled your eyes, “Not sure if you’re underestimating your fans or yourself,” you said, “And I mean,” you made a face, “You do know there was a leak so some definitely know the words,” you joked.

“Don’t remind me,” he chuckled. 

You smiled, caressing his face in your hands as you inched closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around your waist, smiling at you. “I’m really proud of you.”

Harry hummed, bashful as he leaned closer, grazing your lips with his, “I’m proud of you, too.”

“Stop it,” you whined a little, giggling, “I’m sharing my feelings right now.”

He almost melted–as he always felt whenever you expressed your feelings, though he would rather keep that to himself. 

“You’re an amazing artist, H. This is your baby you released, and I’ve seen the amount of work and dedication you put into it,” you said, “Thank you for letting me experience that with you.”

Harry took a breath in, closing his eyes as he brought you in for a hug, nuzzling his face in your neck. 

“I love you, yeah?” You said gently, giving his head a scratch. 

He nodded, pulling away to look at you, “I love you,” he repeated, “I wouldn’t have done it without you. This is yours as much as it’s mine.”

You pouted slightly before pressing your lips against his, a moment before he was announced to go on stage. 

Watching Harry live was always an indescribable experience. Not just for the fans who didn’t know him personally, but to you, too; someone who has seen him in all lights, who danced around with, who grieved with, and who loved him on his worst and best days. It was always a unique experience even if you knew every single song like it was your name.

You stood with Jeff and all your close friends in the VIP section, looking up at your boyfriend with nothing but admiration in the room full of those who understood you.

“The next song we’re gonna play for you is called Matilda,” he announced right before everyone screamed and cheered. “I guess it was written for a person–for my person,” he pointed at himself as he looked across the arena, “That I felt like needed to hear something,” he said.

Tears were already rolling down your cheeks and you put no effort into stopping because you knew that it was this very song that would trigger the waterworks. 

You were unaware of all the white signs being raised up in the air. Your hands were clutched together against your heart, eyes set on Harry only. 

“What is–” Harry paused, eyes going over the signs before his hands were on his face, throwing his head back in overwhelming emotions.

“Y/N,” Jeff called your name, eyes wide as he pointed at the big screen that zoomed in on a few fans.

Y/N, YOU CAN LET IT GO.

WE ARE A FAMILY THAT LOVES YOU, Y/N.

Y/N, YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SORRY

Your hands were on your cheeks, full-on sobbing as you watched the camera move to show more signs of support.

Jeff wrapped an arm around you, a supportive smile on his face as he, too, looked at the screen.

Your eyes moved to Harry, seeing his own on you with a hand clutched to his heart before he raised his other hand to wipe his eyes, a small airy giggle leaving his lips against the mic.

You put your head in your hands for a second, taking a deep breath before looking back up and turning around to the fans, putting your hands against your heart as you looked at a few different faces of screaming fans. “I love you,” you mouthed, “I love you. Thank you.” 

You shook your head in disbelief, finally allowing yourself to sit down on the floor as you were overwhelmed with the thousands of rushing feeling coursing through. 

“I’m honored,” Harry spoke into the mic, looking around, “To have you in my life,” the entire arena shook with screams as he, with tearful eyes, looked around, reading the many signs, “Thank you for loudly loving the person I love–I admire,” he corrected himself, speaking along the screams, “Y/N,” he addressed you, looking down at you with a soft smile as you tearfully looked up at him, “This is for you. It always is,” Harry said, “And if there’s anyone in the audience tonight that feels like this applies to them,” he looked around again, “It does. This is for you as well. This is Matilda.”

You couldn’t sing along. 

The moment Harry began singing Matilda live and the moment the fans started screaming the lyrics back at him was a moment that would forever be engraved in your mind. Your back was leaning against the partition, eyes closed as you allowed every lyric to get soaked and absorbed. 

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yourinstagram i started a family who will always show me love because of you. i love you. and i love every single one of you. i haven’t been able to stop crying. thank you.

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