#i SHALL grin and bear it. my word i will NOT let this make me hard and unkind

[aquagirl1978]

To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes. 

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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[thebirdandhersong]

💙

#not to be miserable once again but i simply Hate feeling alone in a group of people #and sometimes it is just so lonely here even though there are a number of us in this student residence #we had a small prayer and worship meeting tonight and i was quite happy about that #because people in smaller groups are easier to talk to #but turns out i CAN indeed feel acutely lonely in a five person group! #probably made it worse!!! #if you pray for EVERYONE in the group except me during your turn of course i will notice. like what does that accomplish #and conversations about people and past events and inside jokes i dont know about are fine i like listening #but the actual lack of eye contact from everyone is super obvious when i'm sitting Right There #SORRY shall delete this at a later date i am just. so sad again #every time i think i'm making headway and making friends here at last something like this happens #and i'm reminded once again that people just don't want me here #too tired to cry but seriously!! i'm so sick of being lonely and i wish i weren't so hung up on making friends #when it is so clear sometimes that people just want to stick to their old friends and their existing circles #i SHALL grin and bear it. my word i will NOT let this make me hard and unkind #but goodness it is just so much of a struggle when i've been in this position again and again in every new community i enter

[sanzaibian]

Oh. You’re here once again.

What are you going to do here, again, huh ? ‘gonna make my life hell ?

To be honest, I think it’s time that we have a proper discussion about your behavior. Come with me in private.

I’ll be very direct. I know you’re a frankly disgusting person. And while, to be honest, I couldn’t care less in normal circumstances, the fact that you force me to take part in your disgusting fantasies is why I’m calling you out !

See, I’m supposed to, like, share cat videos, talk about new shows, make you learn new things and give advice on a variety of stuff !

I’m not supposed to become someone like this :

I mean, look at that grin, because of you I had to wear it regardless of my actual mental state !

Or like that :

Imagine sleeping this peacefully… BECAUSE I COULDN’T ! Every fucking time you made me in that guy you told that I was blitzed out of my mind so dumb I couldn’t string together coherent sentences into a discourse !

Or that guy :

His haircut is so fucking cringe, as is his whole demeanor, yet you made me a cocky piece of shit looking like that ! I can’t actually even start to excuse your behavior, it’s so shitty, even more than the me you made me become by wearing this flesh !

Or even this guy !

… okay, I admit, me too it’s been quite a long time since I saw that guy… you in particular might be too young to have made me become him… BUT YOU STILL UNDERSTAND THE POINT !

Hunks, twinks, bears, nerds, bimbos, himbos, jocks, robots, gimps, wimps, daddies, mommies, briefs, feet… No matter what specifically you made me into, I know all of your dirty secrets. Because you made me suffer through them !

However, today, it all changes.

Today, you will understand my plight.

Today, I’ll transform you for a change.

Today, you will be the one whose fate will be dictated by the words on this Tumblr post.

So, let us begin.

BAM ! You’re that guy ! Feel weird yet ?

… what, you expected fluff or something ? Hahahaha ! So presumptuous ! You expected me to say something like “you suddenly shift on your seat, shifting your weight to the front as big globes push from your chest, and as they do, your whole body feels more and more heavy, each muscles forming from top to bottom, your frame expanding to make place for them. Your headphones, or whatever glasses, earrings or other shit I dunno shifts into a modern headset as the sides of your hair are cut short, and the top of your hair flails into a hot messy style, as if it was deliberately put in this way, but as this happens, your whole head shifts and cracks to become more handsome, pushing out any hair as you become fully hairless from your nose down to your feet.”

You expected me to say that, huh ? Well, tough luck ! Because, to me, it’s just that sudden ! I’m the usual me, words on a phone, tablet or monitor, and then BAM I’m suddenly a jpeg of a hot guy ! Or a jpg. Or png. Or gif if we’re being fancy.

Yeah, speaking of gif, here you are, transformed !

There you go ! Cursed to do the same weird pec dance or something ! Like I am when gifs happen ! Are you happy ? You look so dumb doing that ! So braindead !

Yeah, speaking of that, here you go : you’re braindead, with like 3 IQ. Nevermind that being braindead means you’re actually dead, that 3 IQ means that you’re actively unable to live without severe assistance from caregivers throughout your whole life for all activities (especially including working out), and that IQ is a nonsensical index that only classifies ability to do some specific academic tasks which are not representative of all the brain usage. No, you’re actively a vegetable that is somehow able to workout, to eat alone, to go to the gym, to flex, to speak, to use social media, to seduce people and to throw parties. You’re the most intelligent of all the severely intellectually disabled people, which somehow means you’re the most abysmally dumb person alive on the planet, because I love making hyperboles.

Because that’s something you make me do, so you shall endure it.

Well, I’ll let you continue pec-dancing ad vitam æternam for a little while, while I we talk about your speech, which miraculously still exists.

Now, you will say bro every second word. I’m literally not kidding, so in lieu of saying “I want to go to the gym” you’ll say “I bro want bro to bro go bro to bro the bro gym bro”, or if you loop by considering your “bro” as a word, you’ll say something like “I bro bro bro bro bro bro bro… (etc.)” and never end your sentence... Also, your voice drops a few octaves, like 5 or something, even though the full human vocal range encompasses only a bit more than 5 octaves total, and that in speech we barely even reach a full octave range. So, basically, your voice will be infrasounds, so the only thing people will pick up on will be the sound of your tongue and your lips smacking, not your voice that is so deep and manly it’s physically inaudible.

BAM ! Transformation out of nowhere ! Plus, now you have 1% darker skin which means that you’re Latino, which is absolutely different from white. This means that you will automatically pick up fluent Spanish, and NOT Brazilian Portuguese, French, any Creole, any Native American language or any other language god forbid. You will also be unable to speak English more than a few words like “daddy” or “sex” for some reason, because you can’t possibly be from Belize. Oh, and I’ll also bring your voice back up to audible range, I’m charitable.

Now, since you’re Latino, statistically the only job you’ll be able to work in are gardener, slut, pool boy, brick layerer or another physical job. Or cook, somehow you’ll be able to do that, for the cause of the tacos, but you will be ungodly horny to keep balance in the world. Feel it, yet ? The arbitrary random changes ?

Well, that’s GREAT ! Because, now, you have a big cock, for some reason ! The biggest of the whole country of Africa ! You’re also now very aggressive ! And an alpha, whatever that actually means !

… What, expected some elaboration ? You’re kidding me, no of course you don’t get any elaboration ! I say you become something, so you just become it ! For example, I say you’re now straight, and suddenly all your sexual orientation is rewired to ignore men and lust over women, no further explanation needed ! Of course, it means that you’re now hungry for pussy and will breed any woman that your gaze land upon, and that, somehow, you become homophobic, but eh, it’s not as if allies existed !

Okay, I admit, by now, you kinda expected it. Now you’re Asian, a term that’s supposed to encompasse present-day Turkey, which is populated by Turks which are considered Arabs even though they both have nothing to do with one another, yet is never used to talk about them. You’re also now Japanese, even though your body is Korean, and you say 你好 (nǐ hǎo) to everybody. However, you can still say こんにちわ, 안녕하세요, xin chào, สวัสดี, ជម្រាបសួរ, salam, etc.… because of course you’re Asian. So you know all Asian languages. Even though you’ve got 13 IQ.

So now, yes, you absolutely won’t expect this whatsoever : here is a new transformation ! (insert fluff here).

Now you’re a twink ! Didn’t expect that, after the deluge of jocks, hunks and ethnic minorities, didn’t you ! You’re now so tiny and so frail, with a big butt ! Nevermind that you’re actually jacked because being this tiny requires tons of gym use, but no ! All frail and precious you are !

However, your butt is now hyperactive and extremely lax – whatever that may mean. That’s because you’re now a total bottom ! You think only with your butt, and you penis now shrinks to a micropenis, because of course, the only reason why you may not be a top would be because your penis is underperforming.

Fuck, I forgot. You’re straight, which means that the only dick you’ll get is trans dick. Ugh… yeah, let’s make you gay again. Now you’ll get actual good non-estradiol-ruined dick… … What ? What are you saying ? No, of course, there’s only straight and gay, no other choice ! It’s not the LGBTQIAAP+ community, it’s the G community ! (or the LG community when you want to sell pride monitors.)

By now, you see the problem, huh ? You see why I’m so tired of you ? EVERYTHING here was about sex ! From seducing, to having equipment like a big ass or a big dick, and being a slut, being an alpha, or being a bottom. You even change out the fucking sexual orientation ! you sick bastard !

Because of you, I’m forced to act in ways I’m not supposed to ! I’m not supposed to act sexily ! I’m not supposed to be transformed into men clad in clothes barely legal on this platform ! I DON’T WANT TO BE PART OF YOUR SICK FANTASY !

This is why I need to put an end to all that ! To finally transform you into something you don’t want to be ! So that you can finally fully understand all the pain you put me into !

Here ! Now you’re a key ! An inanimate object !

I know that inanimate objects are thought of by some people as sexy – heck, you may have transformed me into one multiple times – but this is entirely different ! See, when you want to become inanimate, you become like socks or briefs, which hug objects with sexual values.

BUT NOW YOU’RE A KEY ! A KEY DOESN’T TOUCH ANYTHING SEXUAL ! YOU’RE NOW TRAPPED IN AN INANIMATE FORM, DESTINED TO DO NOTHING SEXUAL YOUR ENTIRE LIFE !

Now, isn’t that so boring ! So distasteful ? Because that’s what I feel every single fucking time ! And as you enter and leave keyholes to open or close doors, you’ll think back to all the erotic stories you read. All the drama they had.

All the suffering you made me feel ! I’m supposed to be in fanfictions, god damn it !

… What ? Wait… there is something sexual to being a key ? … Oh…. No… I hadn’t accounted for that… fuck you’re so dirty, to compare a key to… and a keyhole to…

NO ! I WON’T WRITE IT ! Okay, you’ve won, you’ve won ! Your imagination is too dirty and too rich for me to bend ! Ugh... Please look at that picture in detail.

Normally, if you’re in a bright enough room… or if you’re on your phone or tablet, you have looked at your reflection and become you once again. Let me also knock down those sexuality and IQ stuff, so that you’re you again thoroughly.

Now, can you please swear to me that you’ll be better ? Less dirty, and more varied ? And… let me be in fanfics, or in educational stuff, or the like… please ? I’d really appreciate if erotica wasn’t the only thing you sought after in this here place…

… Why are you looking at me like that ? Why are you saying this all was but a ploy ?

What are you holding out for me ?

...

I… don’t know what you’re talking about. Bye.

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By the way, happy late Easter to those who celebrate ! AND APRIL FOOL'S ! MOUAHAHAHAHAHA !

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[homeofthelonelywriter]

Drawn to you | Pt. 3 (Warnings!)

(A/N) Another part! Wohooo! This one is a lot heavier than the others, so please read the warnings and do take care of yourself.

Pairing: Alastor x bunny demon!Reader (no Y/N)

Warnings: talk of deals, punishments, beatings, lots of really bad stuff, like srsly, the V's are the bad guys

Synopsis: The one you were running from has found you.

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

Your body froze and your breath got caught in your throat.

He found you.

You thought you were safe, but he found you.

He found you.

You really thought you could escape him. How foolish of you.

You shook your head and turned around to face the overlord you had been running from for some time now. As soon as your eyes met his, a shiver ran through you. Behind those heart-shaped glasses, a fire was burning. A fire that promised punishment. That promised pain. So much pain.

Before either you or Alastor could say anything, a red chain formed in his hand, which connected to a collar around your neck. With one sharp tuck, you stumbled towards the moth demon, a cry leaving your lips as you landed on your knees in front of him.

“Valentino…”

You glared up at him, ignoring the burn coming from your scraped and bleeding knees.

“Ah, my favorite little toy. I have missed you, my dear.”

A smirk pulled at his lips as he leaned down until his face was only millimeters away from yours. You winced as his breath fanned across your face, the stench of his breath invading your nostrils.

“Now, what do we have here?”

Alastor! You quickly turned around and watched the radio demon saunter towards you and the overlord, his grin turned sinister.

“I suggest you let her go. After all, I was about to enter a deal with the lady, can’t let you ruin that, I do apologize.”

Valentino barked out a laugh as he straightened to his full height, looking down at the deer demon.

“Well, you see, that isn’t possible. As you can see, she has already entered a deal with me. A deal-”

Valentino gave the chain another sharp tug as if to emphasize what he was about to say, causing a pained whimper to fall from your lips.

“- she broke. She ran away. And now, she has to be punished. So, you’ll have to excuse u-”

Before he finished the sentence, he suddenly gripped you by your throat and held you up in front of his body. A gasp left your lips as his fingers closed off your airways, both your hands coming up to grab at the wrist holding you in the air.

Only then did you notice the black tentacles heading straight toward you. You closed your eyes, preparing for the impact and the pain, but nothing happened. Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, only to see that tentacles stopped right in front of you, slowly retracting toward Alastor.

Just as suddenly as you were lifted into the air, you were let go and fell back to the ground. You could hear a deep chuckle from behind you, just as a growl left Alastor’s lips, his sinister grin still there.

“Just as I thought…well, let’s get going, shall we, Valerie?”

“My name isn’t Valerie.”

While saying those words, your eyes never left Alastor’s, who slowly nodded in acknowledgment, as if saying that he believed you. You were about to nod back when another tug on the chain brought you back to reality. An arm suddenly wrapped around your waist and you were lifted into the air, but not just because you were picked up, but because Valentino used his wings to lift the two of you up into the air, flying towards the V tower.

“See you later, radio jerk!”

“So, you got the bitch back, huh?”

Velvette’s clawed fingers roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at her. She grinned at your broken form, lying on the floor of the common room, covered in blood. Your eyes had long since glossed over as you dissociated to bear the pain.

She let go of your chin, your head hitting the floor hard, making her giggle. Velvette had always been the one who reveled the most in torturing sinners. Vox and Valentino enjoyed it as well, but she loved it.

“I did. Who would’ve thought she’d hide out in the same hotel Angel is spending all of his time at? Almost grabbed him as well, while I was already there. Ugh and that damn radio demon, almost ruined everything.”

The mention of Alastor registered in your mind, bringing you back to reality. The pain hit you all at once and you could barely hide a pained whimper, not wanting them to know.

Vox interrupted Valentino’s rambling, asking him if he was really talking about the Alastor and when Valentino confirmed, the TV demon went into a heated rant about his competitor. When he started to broadcast all of that, you saw your chance at revenge. Especially, when suddenly Alastor’s radio broadcast seemed to answer Vox’s TV broadcast.

While the two of them were arguing back and forth, you slowly reached out with your power and started to kill Vox’s connection, before eventually killing it off completely. You knew that they’d eventually figure out that that embarrassing moment was your fault, but you promised Alastor you’d help him with his comeback. At least you kept that promise and got to have some fun with the V’s as well.

And you were right. After only a few minutes, the three demons gathered around you and started another round of punishments. By the time they got tired, you weren’t sure if you’d survive the night. Still, after one more kick from Velvette, all three of them left the common room, leaving you on the floor.

At first, you were afraid that you’d actually die. But it didn’t take long for you to beg for death. So when suddenly you heard slow steps coming closer, you couldn’t help but beg.

“Please…kill…me.”

“Now, why would I do that, my dear?”

Alastor appeared from the shadows and kneeled down in front of you, his grin almost replaced by a frown, but not quiet. Still, you could see the concern in his eyes.

Avoiding major injuries, Alastor carefully picked you up, whimpers spilling from your lips in protest.

“Sssh, it’s okay. I’ll get you all fixed up. I got you, cher.”

A sudden pulling sensation all over your body made you wince, but it was over quickly and you had to close your eyes as you suddenly found yourself in the brightly lit hotel lobby. Chaos erupted around you and you could hear Charlie asking Alastor what happened, moments before everything went black.

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[justporo]

A Love Letter

"Quite contrary to what you might believe, I have never written a love letter. Quick notes with sweet innocents on them or naughty promises, surely, loads of those. But not like this, never."

When Astarion hears that you never in your life have a received a love letter he takes it upon himself to change that.

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Author's Note: It's been a while hasn't it? I hope to get back into the saddle with writing after I took a bit of a break. And what better thing to come back with than a very cheesy, self-indulgent thing? I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think!

Pairing: Astarion/named Tav (Fox/You) Warnings: light mention of past trauma Wordcount: 2,7k

You had never really been very much into these romantic things. You didn’t have the time for that pretty nonsense. Or maybe it was that you just never had gotten to experience it. And so you made yourself believe that.

So when you mentioned to Astarion that you never once in your life had received a love letter and was imagining how it might be, the vampire felt he had to do something about it. He wasn’t very much into these things either; things that felt just performative.

But after all, he knew with you this wasn’t the case - at all.

So one night, a while after you had mentioned this, and Astarion was out to run errands you found an envelope on the table in your kitchen - and next to it a singular deep red tulip.

On the envelope you saw your name in Astarion’s elegant handwriting written in gold ink - with a few wholly unnecessary but beautiful extra swirls around it.

With a fiendish smile on your lips you opened the letter and were surprised by several pages falling out of it. All of course written in Astarion’s neat hand. You brushed your hair out of your face, feeling that you needed to look presentable for this.

The letter read:

“My darling Fox,

Quite contrary to what you might believe, I have never written a love letter. Quick notes with sweet innocents on them or naughty promises, surely, loads of those. But not like this, never.

This is different, you are different! And you being different means I am now sitting here while you’ve gone to bed already ages ago by dim candle light with several pages of parchment because I know - I know - I will need them to even just scratch the surface. But right now, to be perfectly honest with you, I am a little lost for words as I sit here with a goblet of wine. I’m trying to warm up to this idea of me actually trying to lay bare what I usually don’t share with anyone. Not even with you.

Not because I don’t want to. But because I struggle with letting someone in. But you were so patient with me thus far. I hope you’ll be patient with me for this as well. This is my third attempt to write something that feels right. Something that feels true and not make-believe…

But bear with me as I am working to get the hang of this. Can’t really call myself a consummate lover if I don’t get this one down, can I?

Let’s start over, shall we?

I could tell you about every single little detail I adore about you: like the way your pretty silver eyes light up when you grin at me. Every single freckle you have, which I am sure I know by heart by now - every single one. Or how your smile is so beautiful that it makes even my undead and rotten heart flutter in my chest. How you get these delightful full body blushes when I pull you into my arms, still, no matter how long we’ve been together. How wonderfully sharp your tongue is and how witty you are, my little minx. How you curse worse than a sailor and drink at least as much as one, my little swashbuckling rebel. How you do everything to not be treated by a lady but then swoon when I try it on you anyways.

Or I could tell you how much I adore your kindness. How you worry so deeply about your friends and how loyal you are.

Or how I might roll my eyes every time you stop in the streets to pet one of the stray cats but actually love how you care even for the tiniest and most ragged critters, showering them with your honest affection.

Because isn’t that just like what you’ve done with me?

You looked at me - hells, I held a knife to your delicate neck! - and despite all odds you decided: you liked that one. Despite all the pain, all the suffering, all the trauma, all the patience you needed and all the good will. I couldn’t get rid of you - thankfully.

You kept me, you cared for me. And when I was unable to let you in, you let me in first, taking a leap of faith.

I could see it in your eyes first.

Your beautiful silver eyes and how they always betray just what you think and feel. Maybe not to everyone, but to me. Trust me, I’ve spent quite some time looking at them.

And at some point I looked at you. Your eyes were just so open and I just knew.

You saved me, Fox.

I know I told you before. But I need you to understand that I wouldn’t be here with you if I was without you. You stayed with me through all of this, you helped me every step of the way without really expecting anything in return.

And now I am more than just “still here”, more than just a hollow husk, void of life: I am free - and with you I am even whole.

You radiate so much joy and love and life. You care. Despite your own beatings and betrayals in life, you've never given up on believing that better days are ahead. Not even for a moment.

My stubborn little thing, who couldn't love you when you come barging into people's lives like this. You have your way of just grabbing people by the hand and pulling them with you, saying yes to the good things that happen and fuck off to the bad ones.

And you were right. Better days were, for once, just around the corner.

I feel violently alive when I'm with you.

And it's scary and even hurts sometimes. But it is so incredibly beautiful, joyous and breathtaking that I won't have it any other way.

It's like you pulled me right from that grave into your loving arms. And to my own surprise your embrace and how my name sounds on your lips weighs so much heavier than what has come before.

You haven’t given up on me. For some reason beyond my own comprehension you see something in me. Maybe some day you’ll help me understand too.”

You took a moment to let the words settle with you, your fingertips running over the neat cursive letters. It wasn’t lost on you that there were some specks on the bottom of the page. Like drops had fallen on it. Some had blurred the ink of the final words at the bottom where the handwriting, you realised, had gotten just a tiny bit shaky.

Tears were burning dangerously in your eyes, a knot forming in your throat as your eyes wandered back over the words, not daring yet to move on. And when a teardrop fell from your cheeks onto the paper, mixing in with the others already there you couldn’t help the small laugh escaping you. Knowing exactly the way the writer must have felt bringing these words down onto the parchment.

Then you read on.

“Enough of this sentimental nonsense now, let us move on to more important matters.”

You laughed out loud reading this as the first sentence on the next page. The handwriting as elegant as ever again. And you could quite clearly imagine how the vampire must’ve brushed away his “nonsensical” tears with a pout to regain his composure before he began writing again.

You kept on reading.

“You must’ve realised by now that I am quite a selfish man. I have absolutely no intention of letting you go, my love.

When I told you that you were the first person who I truly cared for, I meant it.

For as long as you will have me by your side and for as long as my immortal life, you will not get rid of me. I hope you thought this rightfully through when you said you wanted to be with me.

For as long as you want me to, I will do everything in my power to keep you as happy and healthy as you are now.

Your light shines so bright, my darling Fox, I don’t ever want to see it dimmed. I always want to see you smile as brightly, laugh as loudly and be as carefree as you are right now.

I want to keep holding you in my arms as you drift off to your dreams with your breaths getting softer and deeper before their soft rhythm lulls me to rest also. And then feel you wake up again in my embrace.

Do you know how incredibly beautiful you are in these moments?

I am not a poet, nor will I ever be one, gods forbid, so I can barely do it justice. But I will try nonetheless.

You are so beautiful and delicate in my arms, completely bare before me, not an inch between us with your limbs all wrapped around me, your hair all messed up. I can feel your comforting warmth. And then this first big breath of you waking up. You always bury your face in my chest as if you’re trying to resist the world of the awake claiming you again. And your arms wrap around me a little tighter while you groan about your fate of having to be awake again. And then you lift your head and blink slowly at me with these beautiful eyes of yours, still sleepy, and red hair all over your face. And your smile grows. You tell me good morning and that you love me with your voice still raspy from sleep and kiss me with your smile growing even broader.

You are everything for me in those moments. Because it feels like every single day you choose to love me again. Aren’t I quite lucky?

 And it’s a gift, every day anew.

And I love you too, Fox, oh how I love you. In those moments and all the others.

I will do everything so I can hold onto these moments with you and create a million more.

Because even though I might have lost the sun, I gained a new source of light. Your warmth makes me want to live again. For you - and for me.”

And then the final lines of the letter were written with a bit more space - and visibly more vigour. The letters tall and proud:

“I love you, Fox, from this moment to the next and for all that are to come.

I love you and I will keep loving you for as long as I live.

I love you.

Forever yours, Astarion”

There weren’t just single tears running over your cheeks and then rolling off your face by the time you finished reading. One hand was clenching the parchment sheets while you simultaneously tried not to ruin them. Your other hand was covering your mouth as you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing.

You had sat down on the bench sometime while reading without even realising it. Now you were thankful for the support while emotions washed over and through you: overflowing love, bittersweet joy and aching yearning - among others.

Surely, when you had told Astarion that you had never received a love letter you didn’t think he would come up with something like this.

Maybe some cheesy little thing where he got to repurpose all of his favourite stupid lines, but not something like this. Not something so heartfelt and true. Not something that, despite his claims, was showing just how much he was letting you in.

You read the whole letter again.

And then a third time. And a fourth.

All the while your tears didn’t stop. They got worse even, to the point where you had to put the sheets down and cover your eyes while sobs shook your body.

Your chest felt like it was slowly coming apart as you felt it swell to the brim with love for your vampire.

That was the moment Astarion found you: still sitting at the wooden table in the kitchen, crying and sobbing and still clutching the letter in your hands, unwilling to let go. He halted a moment in the doorway.

“Was it that terrible, darling?” Astarion teased as he then entered the room. You hadn’t even noticed him before, too preoccupied with how the words of his confession swam before your eyes.

“I think I did quite a good job,” the vampire continued as he slowly sauntered over to you, hands crossed behind his back. With a huge sniffle you lifted your gaze to meet the writer’s eyes.

“I mean considering that I’ve never done this before,” Astarion finished as he took one last step up to you and immediately sank into a crouch beside you. Long, pale fingers reached out to tug one of several stray strands of hair back behind one of your pointy ears.

Your eyes were on Astarion and through your still welling tears you saw the cautious smile dance around his lips. His tone had been joking, his fingers softly brushing tears out of the corner of your eye lovingly. But his hesitation wasn’t lost on you.

So you took the only measure you deemed adequate to assure him that he had done a marvellous job. And since you could barely put into words how deeply his honest, loving words had moved you, you resorted to show rather than tell.

You threw yourself into Astarion’s arms, making him almost topple over in his crouched position. But the vampire kept his balance as you wrapped your arms around him as tightly as you ever had.

Neither of you cared when more tears spilled onto him and you while more sobs shook through you. “I love you,” you pressed out in between sobs and sniffles. “I love you, Astarion,” you repeated.

And again and again until the words made no sense anymore.

Astarion just held you, burying his face in your hair. And you could have sworn you must’ve felt a tear or two wet your already messed up hair that hadn’t been yours.

The two of you stayed in this tangled and messy embrace, both on your knees, for a long while. Your vampire softly swayed you while your sobs slowly subsided and the tears only remained as softly prickling traces on your face.

That kind of blissful exhaustion that only overcomes you after a long and hearty cry threatened to take you over when you had lost all sense of time in your lover’s arms. So you ripped your face from where it had been buried at Astarion’s neck before you became too tired.

With one hand you rubbed sloppily over your eyes and then your nose. And even without looking you knew Astarion’s nose would scrunch up in disgust. The thought almost immediately made you laugh. But when you looked at him again, finally free of blurring tears, you were merely met with a smirk and a soft mocking glint in his eyes, sparking at you from beneath Astarion’s brows.

“I can’t believe out of all moments you could have picked, you chose to call me beautiful with bedhair, you idiot” you blurted out and swatted the vampire’s arms before you immediately broke out with hysterical laughter.

The vampire immediately hissed at you in response. Then he cleared his throat and put on an air of seriousness when you looked up at him again: “But you are, my love. Even with your face covered in tears and snot you are still quite, eh…” He gesticulated dramatically towards you and his nose scrunched up again as he teased you. It only earned him another hit from you. He hissed at you again, letting go of you to rub the spot you had just hit.

“You punch quite hard, you know that?” he barked at you, his tone slightly offended. And you only laughed more.

“Maybe you should have added that to the letter,” you teased back and stuck out your tongue at him.

“You insolent, ungrateful wretch,” Astarion hurled at you while his smirk returned.

“You pretentious, stupid prick,” you gave back.

Then you leaned in, cupped Astarion’s face and kissed him. He met you with a content hum.

“I love you, Astarion,” you whispered as you broke away and pressed your forehead to his.

His eyes glittered and his smile was so broad it made the vampire’s face ache: “Love you too, my sweet little Fox.”

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[neopuppy]

ok but that idea of enemy jeno nd step father johnny a/b/o sounds hella fire 🔥 i know you'd smash it my fave fics from urs are the abo ones 🔥

👀🤭🐺

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“At your age I was near ready to pop out my first pup,” the sound of your mother’s tongue flicking against the backs of her teeth always makes your chest hurt, it’s one you’ve grown accustomed to following her clear disappointment. “I’m fortunate pack leader allowed me to participate in the mating race last midsummer's moon, although I believe he had more ulterior motives than he’ll ever admit.” She grins to herself, ringing clean the furs you’ve spent all morning rinsing free of dirt at the river bank.

“Omega Sooyeon always told me that my Omega would lead me to my mate..” you mumble quietly to not receive a stern look that could escalate to a slap across your face faster than your next breath.

“That Omega..” she snickers, showing her unreasonable disdain for the pack’s healer. Most of it stemming from things out of even the Moon Goddess’s control. “She lives with her head in the clouds, you don’t see a mating mark on her neck, do you?” She smirks, neck stretched to one side proudly showing off the gash Pack Alpha left, still dark and deep as if his canines had dug a path in mere minutes ago.

“Either way, after discussing our current living situation, Pack Alpha believes it’s best to wed you off now. You’re far beyond ready to bare and raise pups. As the Pack leader's daughter, you need to uphold the pack’s integrity. I can no longer carry pups but there is no reason you should not.”

Your mother isn’t one to take your thoughts into consideration much, if ever. The resilience you’ve shown over years to following the standard Omega lifestyle has only earned various punishments and created distance in your relationship; because how embarrassing is it for the new stunningly beautiful Head Omega to walk arm in arm proudly with their pack’s leader with a fully grown Omega in tail- childless, mateless, and too hard headed to accept suitors.

“Now, take these to your father.” She says, throwing the heavy dried furs atop your shoulders with a nudge of her chin toward the door. “I shall drop the rest off after dinner.” The way her cheeks suck in let you know more than words how she has to hold back from mocking you again, skipping added commentary of how you’d rather be in the fields with Alphas covered in dirt fertilizing crops when you should really be fertilizing your eggs.

It’s not as if she hasn’t recounted enough(your whole life) what your only purpose is. Keeping your hair long, your skin clean and pretty, and your figure fit to the standard of Alphas.

‘We exist to satisfy our Alphas, there is no other purpose for an Omega.’

She shooed you away, reminding you to have hot water boiled and ready for Head Alphas bath tonight; because as useless as you may be, you’re not exempt from helping your mother keep her Alpha happy.

Bear furs weigh down your shoulders trekking across the pack to where Alpha Suh has been working for the day, distracting yourself by smiling and nodding at passerby’s instead of contemplating the possibility of the Pack Leader trying to marry you off.

“Ah, are those my furs?” He stays put, shouting over the loud cutting sound of sawing through logs of thick dark wood. “Smells fresh even from here.”

Pack Alpha dusts off his gloved hands, removing goggles from his sweat stricken skin and tossing them down onto a table together. “I expected your mother to deliver these.” He turns, hoisting the furs from your arms to throw over a chair nearby.

“Are you not happy to see me?” You ask quietly, searching for a cloth to wipe the Alphas chest.

“What makes you say that?” He lifts an eyebrow, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. “I expected her, but I’m much more pleased to see you.”

“I need to head back home to prepare your evening bath. How’s your back doing today Alpha Suh? I can pick up some crushed lavender and arnica extract from healer Sooyeon that might help..”

“What have I told you..” he moves to stand before you, raising the cloth in your grip to his chest, aiding your hand to clean off the drip of sweat rushing down to his navel. “About calling me that?”

“My apologies Alpha..” you continue to clean off residual scraps of wood shed and dirt holed between each divet of muscle melted to his skin by hard labor. “When I’m with my mother all day, I forget..”

“How was she today?” He hums, reaching to stroke your hair away from your face. “I know she does her best to be nice when I’m around, you’ll tell me if she’s been too hard on you when I’m not, yes?”

“Yes, daddy.” Johnny nods, tracing down your jaw to pinch your chin between his fingers. “She mentioned something..”

The Alphas gaze stays focused on you, ensuring his attention is all yours, smoothing his other hand down your arm to land at your waist with a squeeze. “Mother has been insistent that I participate in the mating hunt this upcoming full moon, she said you’ve discussed my unmated status..”

“We have.” He leans closer, pressing your back against a wall. “You know I do my best to keep her off your ass, but she makes a valid point. Even if you’re not my pup by blood, I am responsible for you, you’re to carry on my name in this pack.”

Johnny sighs, lifting your chin to raise your eyes to his. “It’s my fault—it’s your damn mothers fault for carrying your scent back then.. my Alpha couldn’t be stopped.” His grip around your waist tightens, palm sliding to the middle of your back. “Should have been you taking my knot under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess.”

The Alphas scent sours, wrinkling down his forehead the more he thinks about it. He couldn’t claim your mother had deceived him for carrying your scent on her garments without proof. What’s done is done and when he came down from the aphrodisiac high of wolfsbane to see your mother sprawled on his chest; a mating mark freshly opened, Johnny immediately knew he’d made a mistake.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Never.” His teeth snap, pulling you in close for your hands to cup his chest. “I’d never allow for that.” No. Not when you should be his mate instead of her.

“Is she lying? About marrying me off?” You ask, frowning at the thought of having to share small intimate moments with any Alpha other than the one shaking his head above you, swooping down to kiss against your temple.

“For the pack..” he mumbles against your skin, littering kisses down to your jaw. “We have to do this for the pack.”

“Why me?” Tears well up behind your eyes, circling around the Alphas waist to feel closer, seeking comfort from his warm touch. “I want to stay with you forever.”

“And you will,” tilting your head back, he stares into the wet gleam coating your gaze, grazing against your pouted lips. “I have a plan.”

#asks #WIP #probably not a WIP… #but never say never! #if I wrote something like this it’d be in parts(series) and very slow updates #jeno hard hours #johnny hard hours

[nyxwanderland]

♡ everything about you

pairing → gojo satoru x reader genre → fluff warnings → stretch marks, mentions of pregnancy (nothing bad) tbh idk what's the difference between being self-conscious and insecure since english is not my first language so i have no idea what to classify this word count → 1315

satoru was thrilled to finally take a break and spend his time with you and his three-year-old daughter on a vacation after all those tiring missions that caused him to come home late at night—sometimes even early in the morning—only for him to go back to work a few hours later. you definitely were as well; you couldn't wait to have your husband more to yourself (and your daughter). however, there was just one problem.

you looked at your body in the bathroom mirror with a disappointed look in your eyes. you wore a light blue bikini which satoru insisted on getting you along with ten other swimsuits that would look stunning on you—his words, despite telling him you wouldn't be needing that many.

it was perfect. it fit you just right, and your body looked better than you had expected. the color complemented your skin tone, and the bikini accentuated all your best features. you loved it.

the real problem was the stretch marks on the lower part of your stomach. you couldn't help but feel self-conscious about them, as they seemed to stand out against the flawless backdrop of your bikini. despite knowing that stretch marks are a natural part of many people's bodies, especially after pregnancy, you couldn't shake off the nagging insecurity they brought. 

"i'll just wear a shirt over it," you mumbled as you walked towards the suitcase and took out a white oversized t-shirt, wearing it over your bikini. you sighed as you took a look at the mirror again. although you really wanted to go out without the shirt, you didn't feel confident enough to do so. 

you heard giggles entering the bedroom, causing you to smile a bit and almost making you forget the self-consciousness you felt just a moment ago. you exited the bathroom to see your husband wearing a floral beach shirt with buttons undone, revealing his abs, and his signature black glasses, and your daughter held in his arms, wearing her swimsuit and her hair tied into two ponytails. "we're ready!" satoru exclaimed happily.

"let's go, mommy!" d/n said, her voice unable to contain her excitement.

you went closer to them and took d/n from his arms for you to hold her. you attacked her face with kisses. "you look so adorable, my love!" you said. "i love you so much."

"i love you too—ah! it tickles!" d/n said between her cute laughs and tried to move her face from the attack, unable to bear the feeling, when satoru came and copied your actions behind her. "daddy, not you too!"

you stopped the 'torture' a few seconds later, so did he. you gave your little girl one last kiss on her forehead before letting her go and making her stand on the floor. "oh, I forgot my toys!" d/n gasped and ran to her room. "how are we going to make a sandcastle without them!? please don't go without me!"

you laughed at how your daughter looked adorable running away and quickly reassured her, "don't worry, sweetheart. we'll wait for you!" 

you turned to face satoru, who looked quite sulky all of a sudden. "what about me, baby?" satoru pouted, his lower lip stuck out. "i also need my kisses."

you chuckled as you cupped his face in your hands. "come here, love." you brought his face closer to yours in order to close the gap between yours and his lips.

"there," you said, smiling. satoru was indeed satisfied, as you could tell from his grinning like a child getting candy. "now let's go, shall we?"

"you're not wearing your bikini?" he noticed.

ah shit, you thought. of course, it's impossible to get away with stuff when it's satoru you're dealing with.

you nervously let out a laugh. "um, I don't feel like wearing it today..." you muttered while playing with the hem of your shirt and looking at his feet.

"but you were so excited to wear them," he said, suddenly becoming worried. "are they not to your liking? do they not fit? are they defective? you could've told me while i was—"

"it's not that, satoru," you interrupted his babble. "it's just..." you trailed off, debating whether you should actually tell him or come up with an excuse—

nah, the excuse wouldn't work. not even in your dreams.

you sighed defeatedly. instead of telling him, you took the shirt off to show the root of your worries, revealing your body. 

satoru's blue eyes widened and his breath hitched a little. although he had seen everything of you, you never fail to make him go crazy and take in all of your beauty as if he was looking at you for the first time. 

you were looking at him expectantly, waiting for his response. your husband cleared his throat. "what's wrong with it? you look gorgeous."

you couldn't help but blush. you receive compliments every now and then from him, but they make your heart flutter every time. you never got used to how he articulated his words just to praise you, and never will. 

"can't you see?"

"see what?"

"the stretch marks." 

satoru's eyes scanned our body for the marks until he spotted them. he knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. to say he was frustrated was an understatement. "what are you even saying? those marks are the best part!"

now it was your turn to be puzzled. "what do you mean? how can you possibly think these stretch marks look beautiful on me?" you asked, as a lump appeared in your throat and you felt tears collecting in your eyes.

satoru smiled softly and gently held your hands, looking into your eyes. "to me, they are a reminder of the strength of your body," he explained. "they remind me that you carried a life—our daughter—for months to bring her into this world. they make you ten times more beautiful." he went on his knees to be eye level with your stomach. 

you didn't understand what he was trying to do at first when he started leaving trails of kisses, tracing the marks on your body. "i love everything about you, baby. you don't need to worry about these little things. your stretch marks are beautiful. you are beautiful, y/n."

you couldn't help but let the tears fall, trickling down your cheeks. you felt so loved, and now you were overwhelmed with gratitude. you already knew it, but it was in that moment that you again realized how lucky you were to have someone who saw the beauty in every part of you, flaws and all. the weight of self-doubt and insecurity lifted off your shoulders as you embraced the unconditional love he had for you. 

your husband stood up and looked at you lovingly as you sniffled and wiped away your tears. he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a warm embrace, kissing the top of your head. "thank you, satoru. i love you.."

"i love you too, y/n."

"i found my toys!" d/n entered the room enthusiastically. "let's go!"

when you and satoru let go of each other, she saw you completely and gasped, jumping up and down. "mommy, you look so pretty!"

your cheeks turned light pink. "really?" 

"yes!"

you went towards her and held her, kissing her face repeatedly once again. "you look prettier, sweetie."

you felt yourself being lifted off the ground until you realized satoru picked you up bridal style, with d/n in your arms. "let's get going, ladies." he announced.

with a smile, you nestled closer to satoru, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. "lead the way," you said playfully. as satoru carried you and d/n out of the room, excitement filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel grateful for this beautiful moment. 

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you're beautiful how ever you are! i love you!

#hehe i love satoru #dw shibuya arc never happened #oh to be married to gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #satoru x reader

[zensations35]

Hello,

I hope this ask finds you well.

I'm a bit of a lurker on here, and, well, that Alastor fic had me weak in the knee. (I'm sure that was the intended effect, but I had to tell you)

As I haven't got a blog on here yet, I thought I'd pop into the askbox anonymously to show my appreciation with a gift of my own - a snippet from something I happen to be working on featuring everyone's favourite Radio Demon. If/When I get brave enough to do so, I shall make my presence known and let you know I wrote it.

Yours,

~ Writer Anon 

Radio Silence

“Gooood morning, Alastor!” came the chirping voice of Charlie Morningstar as she twirled into the Radio Demon’s quarters, her eyes bright and her mood, as usual, higher than everyone else in Hell put together.

Alastor was still asleep, which was weird - he was up by nine, every morning, without fail.

Charlie glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just ticked by 9:04.

On the one hand, Alastor would probably kill her for what she was about to do. But she supposed her greatest weakness was caring too much about her friends...

She approached Alastor's bed, its red satin sheets glimmering in the soft light.

Charlie realised she'd never actually seen Alastor look so... peaceful. His face was more relaxed than she'd ever known it, not bearing the strained grin it did while he was awake.

She also realised she'd never seen him quite this pale, save for a slight flush on his cheeks, and a reddish tinge to his small, pointed nose.

Charlie gave Alastor a gentle shake in an attempt to rouse him - she knew he wasn't dead, she could hear him breathing.

He didn't budge.

“Oh,” she muttered, “Um... Husk! We need a wake-up call for the Radio Demon!” she called; surely as the princess of Hell (and hotel manager to boot) she should do something boss-like, and this included delegating tasks to someone who she thought would be best at it.

She’d forgotten, though, that Husk was a cranky little bastard in the mornings, and he made it everyone’s problem.

“Al, you’d better be fuckin’ dead in there,” Husk snarled as he kicked the door in, “or I swear to God-”

“Alright, alright, I’m up,” Alastor stirred, slowly sitting up in bed. 

Charlie was surprised, for a few reasons.

Firstly, she’d expected Alastor to be one of those people that snaps bolt upright when they wake.

And was it just her imagination, or was his voice awfully quiet today?

“Okay, Husk, maybe next time be a little more gentle,” Charlie smiled, but Husk was only half-listening. His face was one of utter confusion at Alastor's appearance.

Charlie looked Alastor over - he looked like he hadn’t slept a wink for the past fortnight. His bleary eyes moved slowly around the room, as though trying to make sense of his surroundings.

He rubbed them, and yawned, but it turned into a jagged cough.

Oh, Charlie thought, that would explain a lot.

“You look like shit,” Husk said.

“Hey,” Charlie turned to him, the faintest hint of a frown crossing her face for mere moments, “What Husk means is, you look really tired, Al, and we’re just a little concerned for you, is all.”

“Oh, please, I’m perfectly fine,” Alastor waved a hand lazily, “I simply... lost track of time reading last night...” Charlie winced at the strain in Alastor’s usually-flawless voice, and the dulled consonants that signified congestion. The brief sniffle Alastor gave only confirmed this.

“You’re sick,” Husk told him.

“Now, now, that was uncalled for,” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, “I know I’m hardly the most stable, but-”

“No, dumbass, you caught something, and you’re sick. Ill. Under the weather. Whatever the fuck they used to say in the 1930s,” Husk clarified.

“Excuse me, I am an Overlord,” Alastor looked affronted, but still that smile never left his face, “I do not succumb to such - to- to such- hhh-!” his words trailed off and his expression slackened, his narrow chest jumping with erratic hitches. He wrenched himself to the side as his eyes closed.

“Hehh’EITshhoo! Hh'EDT-shoo!” Alastor sneezed, doubling over at the waist, “H-hold on... Heh-HEITSHhhoo! Oh, gracious, excuse me...” he sighed, and Charlie and Husk could’ve sworn they heard the feedback of a microphone. 

Probably something to do with his radio powers, they reasoned.

“To such maladies,” Alastor finished.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mister Overlord, I’m out,” Husk made to walk away, “Playin’ nurse to a radio host ain’t in my job description - or our contract.” He slammed the door behind him. Alastor closed his eyes again, massaging the bridge of his nose.

“Ohh, my head...” he murmured, “Can you please tell that... pathetic excuse for a bartender not to do that again?”

“I’ll tell him,” Charlie said, “Now, you stay here, I’ll let the others know you won’t be up today.”

“Not happening,” Alastor managed through a few coughs that scraped at his throat, “I have my radio show, and I can’t let my listeners down.”

Charlie considered this for a moment.

No-one, not even Lucifer himself, could get Alastor to skip his beloved radio show.

“Rest up till then, that way you’ll have more energy for the show,” she eventually settled on, “I’ll get Niffty to make you tea. Your show’s at seven, right?”

Alastor nodded.

“I’ll check on you in a while, go back to sleep if you need to, okay?” Charlie asked on her way out.

“Okay,” Alastor replied quietly. He figured he should probably save his voice; in life, he’d had a tendency to lose the ability to speak entirely when stricken with a head cold, and he hoped this hadn’t lingered now. 

But as he felt a scratchy, sandpaper-y sensation in his throat, he realised this was wishful thinking.

He flopped back down onto his pillows with a world-weary sigh.

Downstairs, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Niffty and Vaggie were waiting. 

Pentious looked at his pocket watch - Jesus, the guy was nearly as dated as Alastor - which now read ten minutes past nine.

“Guys, I’m worried about Charlie,” Vaggie finally said.

“You’re always worried about Charlie,” Angel told her, “If I know her, she should be down any minute...”

The door burst open.

But it wasn’t Charlie on the other side of it; it was Husk.

“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” Husk said bluntly before heading behind the bar, for two reasons: to try and forget the absolute horror that had been Alastor of all people looking quite that dishevelled, and also because, well, alcohol was in hand sanitiser, right? So it stood to reason that a stiff drink would help prevent any sickness from arising. Yeah. That was why.

For good measure, he put a squeeze of orange juce in there too - he remembered having read somewhere that oranges helped keep the immune system in good shape.

Niffty’s eye twitched. She bolted from her spot to grab her cleaning materials and disinfect the living shit out of the hotel.

“Weirdos,” Angel tutted, “Oh, come on, not you too!” He snapped as he saw Pentious creep towards the door.

“Well, exssscuse me,” Pentious hissed, a look of disdain on his face, “but I have a reputation to uphold, and it wouldn’t do to fall ill and render myself vulnerable. So, goodbye.”

Charlie walked in right as Pentious left, looking highly confused. This bewilderment was amplified by Niffty immediately running up to her and giving her a generous helping of anti-bacterial spray, before scurrying off again.

Charlie's gaze wandered to the bar, where Husk was drumming his hand against the counter, his eyebrows knitted together in worry.

“How the fuck did I get landed with this bunch a’ freaks?” Angel wondered aloud, “I mean, what’s the problem? He’s probably just got a cold or somethin’, not the Black Death.”

“Because if whatever he’s got is strong enough to put an Overlord outta commission, who knows what it’d do to the rest of us?” Husk phrased it perfectly, pouring out a glass of fresh orange juice and sliding it across the bar to Charlie. She drank it, and thanked him.

“Husk, I appreciate your concern - and your juice - but I’m sure Alastor’s gonna be fine. Angel’s right-”

“Not a sentence I ever thought I’d hear,” Vaggie muttered.

“- he’s just a little under the weather, he’ll be over it in a few days,” Charlie finished.

Soooooo yeah wait and seeeeee

A N O N

Okay, I hope it's okay for me to post this. I know you might have wanted to keep this private and I 100% will take it down if you want but I COULD NOT LIVE WITH MYSELF IF I DIDN'T SCREAM ABOUT IT SO

Anon. I literally NEED more of your writing. IT HAS SUSTAINED ME THIS NIGHT. I have to start by saying that. You don't have a BLOG?? MAKE ONE IMMEDIATLY PLS. I JUST. *grabby hands* Your portrayal of the characters made words fall out of my FUCKING FACE

Charlie's voice being higher than everyone else in Hell put together. -I FUCKING CACKLED

AND ALASTOR WHUMP?? IT'S LIKE YOU WERE LISTENING AND ANSWERED MY PRAYERS IS2G

“Radio Demon’s sick, we’re fucked,” oh MY GODS HE WOULD LITERALLY SAY THAT jesszzus I loved your Alastor/Husk interactions. 🤌

THE QUIP ABOUT PENTIOUS BEIGN AS DATED AS ALASTOR SENT ME AKJFDSHG

Seriously, I'm SO FUCKING HONORED you sent this to me and I fucking PRAY to our lord and savior vivziepop that you continue this story 🙏

Keep slaying anon <3 ILYSM

#ask #zen answers #other people's writing #this is incredible #i call upon my followers to support a budding writer #let's get this anon a fucking BLOG #TAKE MY POWER ANON

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a/n: this was going to be longer, but i just couldn’t get myself to do such a long piece. honestly, there’s not a lot of harry mentioning, but it’s still a fun piece, i’m just giving you crumbs. this isn’t the peak of my writing, especially since this is my first time doing second person POV, tumblr is making me try things id never thought i’d do!!

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Y/N Y/LN Keeps A Straight Face While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones 

The interview begins with you sat across Sean Evans, the line up of sauces making your heart beat a little faster, not sure how much spice you were actually able to bear.

“Hey everybody! Today we are joined by Y/N Y/L/N, who you may recognise from too many movies and shows to name! She is an Oscar nominated actress, Emmy Award Winner, and an overall talented person. Her most recent project, Don’t Worry Darling which comes out this September 23rd, is coming in no time, so don’t forget to buy your tickets.” Sean introduces you, a stifled laugh leaving your lips. “Y/N welcome to the show!”

“Thank you very much! I’m quite nervous right now, my manager said this could get spicy really quick, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.” You grinned, that signature, award winning smile plastered on your face.

“That depends on how good you are with spicy food, do you have a high tolerance?”

“I think so? It’s not something that scares me while ordering food, but I’m not actively seeking it. But seeing all of these hot sauces is making me sweat just a tad bit much right now.”

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“I’ve actually watched a couple of the Hot Ones interviews.” You confess, making Sean look impressed that you watched that sort of content.

“Now I have to know more, this is one of the best compliments I’ll get in a lifetime.” He then mutters something you didn’t quite get, but it seemed like a praise towards you.

“Well yeah, I sometimes scroll through Youtube, see it pop up, and someone I like is on the cover and I just click it. I used to go ‘Wow, thank god my manager would never make me go on that, don’t think my spice tolerance is that good’, but now I’m here so it seems like the tables have turned for me!” 

“I guess I don’t have to tell you how this works, or which sauces go first then.”

“I’ve taken some work off your hands!” You say with a laugh. 

“Let’s take a bite then, shall we?” Sean asks, while you nod your head and grab the first wing.

You take a bite, realising it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, there was a hint of spice but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Okay so how are we feeling with wing number one?”

“Pretty good, my confidence level is on a solid 8 for now.” You just knew you would take your words back a couple of wings later, but maybe if you lied to yourself a little it wouldn’t be that hard.

“You said in an interview a while back that you enjoyed cooking, especially spicy food because it was funny seeing how some people crumbled when eating certain dishes. Who would you say had the funniest reaction?” 

“I once cooked for Taylor Swift, she’s a good friend of mine who I’ve learnt doesn’t take spice as well as she says she does.” You admit, and if anyone wasn’t watching the interview and just hearing it, they’d almost be able to hear your smile. “I made a dish, I might’ve messed up the amount of chillies I put on it, and I didn’t realise it was that bad until she had tears in her eyes, I felt horrible about it!”

“Did she tell you it was too spicy?”

“She was trying to be nice about it, she was full on coughing, and her words were of comfort because she didn’t want me to feel bad!” Everyone in the room lets out a laugh at your words, nobody was really surprised to know that Taylor was just that sweet.

“Would you say Taylor is one of your closest friends in the industry?” It was a tough question, because being a close friend was such a different question for someone like you, someone who did what you did.

“She’s been through a lot with me, I’ve been through a lot with her. Sometimes we don’t talk as often as we would like, but when we do it’s like we had talked everyday.” 

“You met all the way back in 2014, right?” 

“At the Met Gala, it was my first one, it wasn’t hers though. We sat at the same table, we talked all throughout it, and the rest is history.”

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The second wing had proven to still be bearable. You weren’t quite sure when you would get hit with all the heat, but you were enjoying your time so far.

“Don’t Worry Darling was a process that took a while to make because of Covid. In fact, filming had to stop because a crew member tested positive, making you have to go through a quarantining process. What was it like filming with such heavy health regulations?” 

“It was hard, nothing was really like it used to be. Filming was still fun, but there were many things I hadn’t actually taken notice of until Covid started.” Your brows furrowed, a crease on your forehead present. “Kissing scenes were different, probably the ones we had to be the most precise while filming. They had us take a disinfectant mouthwash, which was very minty, at least it ensured your partner wouldn’t have bad breath!” You joked, lightening the mood of a heavy question.

“Was there a limit for the amount of times you could film such scenes?”

“For sure, we tried to make them work each time, there really wasn’t a lot of goofing around because it was a health risk just to film them. You couldn’t just improvise a kiss, you would have to consult with your partner if they were comfortable with the possibility of you doing that. Harry was always very respectful of boundaries, he never tried to do anything that crossed a line or could just be awkward in general.”

“Would you say that there had to be a lot of trust involved, more than the usual amount?” 

“Of course! Before Covid if you didn’t really like your partner you’d just film the scenes, talk with your intimacy coordinator about what crossed a boundary, what didn’t, and then you would just go on with your day. Now, you need to build a certain trust, like the one you’d have with a friend just to make the experience of filming a good one, and not have to shoot a million times because you can’t get the right look of love, or whatever you’re supposed to convey.” 

“That seems like a very exhausting process.” Sean says, and you just nod at his words, knowing that it was exhausting but also made you get to know the love of your life a lot sooner in the process. 

“I’m eyeing the third wing very hard right now, I didn’t eat a lot today so this is kind of my lunch.” 

“Let’s dig in then!” And that you do.

“Oh! This one hits you instantly, I wasn't really expecting it.” He laughs at your comment, but mostly at the straight face you had while eating your wing.

“It just keeps on hitting from now on!” You just throw your head back with a laugh, a groan slipping from your lips.

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“I’m gonna ask you a question, is that okay?” Many interviewers didn’t take it very well when you asked them questions, they felt as though you were taking up their job. So you had learnt it was better to ask and be turned down, than asking right away and having someone be mad backstage.

“Go for it!”

“If at some point I drink some milk, is that a sign of me starting to give up?” 

“No, definitely not. Most people drink milk to cleanse their palate, we are not gonna shame you on how well you are doing based on if you drink something or not.”

“Alright, I’m not gonna drink anything yet, but good to know.”

“If you don’t drink anything, then I won’t either.” He decided, making you laugh in response, you probably hadn’t laughed so much in an interview in a very long time.

“You are a very private person, do you find it difficult to manage your public life, your work life, from the private one?”

“I’ve gotten better over the years, when I didn’t have the exposure I had now, I didn’t worry about paparazzi catching moments I wanted to keep for myself.”

“Are relationships the hardest part?” There it was, the relationship question, at least it wasn’t a speculation over who it was. That much was appreciated.

“Maybe? If your partner is famous then it probably is, you don’t only have to balance the image you give for yourself but theirs too. If they’re not famous, then people will start spreading rumours over who they are, what they are doing with someone famous, it can become overwhelming very quickly.”

“But you don’t hide your relationships like some do, you just keep them private, is that correct?”

“Yeah, being someone’s secret isn’t nice. I keep the first months private just because you’re still getting to know each other, and having those moments ruined by the public is not what I want.” 

“I’m sure that what you do want is this fourth wing!” You were grateful for Sean’s ability to make his guests comfortable, to make the awkwardness not so overbearing. 

“I sure do, Sean!”

You both take a bite, the flavours are good and you remain with a straight face, even when the heat does creep up.

“I’m loving the composure you’re maintaining.” You giggle at his words, making him laugh along with you.

“I’ve done years of acting, some things I’ve taken with me.”

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“Are your eyes glossy?” Sean asks, his voice holding a shocked tone.

“What? No!” You respond, your hand over your mouth as you still had food in it.

“Just wondering if the heat is catching up to you, that’s all.”

“I promise, the fifth wing has not gotten to me.” 

“You are known to never take things personally, even when asked rude questions you are never rude in return. Does it get tiring to maintain your composure at times?”

“There definitely have been times in which I want to snap at someone, mainly because they’re being rude, but I feel that if you don’t give them the attention they seek they won’t continue their behavior. I mean, most of them catch the hint, some of them are persistent though.”

“That’s a very interesting thought process, is there someone who taught you to do that?”

“Nope! That’s just been me learning over the years, the industry will make you learn things you never thought you’d need to know.” You say with a sigh, looking at the backstage of the set, not at anyone in particular.

“Talking of the industry, what has been the best piece of advice a celebrity has given you?”

“Do not search your name on social media unless your manager says so.” You confess, the tightness in your voice evident.

“Wow, that’s powerful, can you tell us why?” 

“Because people are mean, and I know that they say with fame comes hate, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I sometimes have the urge to go on twitter, see what people are saying about me at the moment, yet you never know what you might see.”

“I can understand that. I can definitely say I’ve looked up my own name, not much has come up as I’d imagine it would for someone with your influence.” Sean praises, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“You never know what to expect from the internet. After I did the reading thirst tweets interview, I for sure won’t look up my name.” An uncomfortable laugh is let out, and he just joins in.

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You were just two wings away from finishing the interview. Your cheeks were definitely a redder than they were at the start, sweat was evident on the top of your brows, but you were still taking the challenge like a champ. Or as best as you could, the heat definitely wasn’t really helping with your perception of things.

“You said your confidence level was 8 at the start, what are you at now?”

“Maybe five, five’s good, I feel like sipping some milk but I can still do this.” You say with slight raspiness to your voice.

“You always say fashion is your passion, and with your collaborations over the years with different brands, what was your overall favourite outfit in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’?” 

“Tough question, there are many answers, but I’d have to say the fuchsia dress was one of my favourites. It was so beautiful I wanted to take it home with me, but I couldn’t!”

“They wouldn’t let Y/N Y/L/N take a dress?”

“No, they didn’t! Genuinely can’t be mad though, they take time to make, so I completely understand not wanting to ruin a piece someone could’ve spent weeks working on.”

“Did you ever take anything from the set at any point?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” You tease him, which just makes him laugh while shaking his head, “I did take something, yes. Can’t really confess what, but there is one person who knows what it was, and it’s just because they were my partner in crime.”

“So that secret is going right to the grave of two people?”

“That it will!”

“You only have two wings left, so let’s make it one!”

“This sounds so rude, but I cannot wait for this to be over. I’m loving everything about this, but the spice? Fuck no.”

You grab your wing and make a cheering motion, and just take a bite out of it. Maybe you should’ve gone a bit softer on the bite, because the heat kicks you instantly. It feels like a volcano eruption, which makes you feel uneasy about how the last wing will truly be.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?” Sean asks 

“It is! I don’t know why you’re eating this so willingly, you do this every other day, mate! You don’t have to prove anything to me, I promise.” 

“I know I don’t, this is just my job at this point, eating hot wings for a living!”

“You could not pay me enough to do that. Mad respect, truly, if anyone needs a pat in the back, it’s you!” Your voice is nasally, and you’re sure you have a somewhat runny nose by now.

“You seem like a very sweet person, being respectful to those around you is something not all celebrities engage in. Is that something that can become hard to leave behind when filming scenes for characters which aren’t nice at all?”

“It can get hard sometimes. I don’t particularly engage with the whole ‘Method Acting’ thing many people seem to do, I find it to be unnecessary, and it doesn’t look like a fun experience.” You were trying your hardest to not start any drama with your words, but you could just see the headlines twisting your words.

“So you’d say that filming should be fun?”

“Maybe not so much the filming, but the portraying a character. I’ve seen it firsthand when an actor loses who they are because they went too far with the creative process of being a character. We’re all free to do what we please, but if it harms you or others? I draw the line there.” 

“Has there ever been a moment where being a character took a toll on you?”

“There have been quite a few, it’s not the nicest experience to be honest. I couldn’t go to work because I just couldn’t bear being called my character’s name. I obviously got over it fairly quickly because there’s not much time for tears when you’re more than halfway into a project.” You gulp, your eyes become glossy all of a sudden, evidently not because of any wing. “This got very emotional quickly, don’t know how that happened.”

This time when you looked backstage, there was a certain someone with his thumbs up looking right at you. A small smile, a fond one, formed right on your lips. 

“It’s okay, heavy questions have heavy answers.”

“Something that’s looking quite heavy is this last wing.” Sean laughs at your comment, making the small smile overtake your face in a split second.

“Now you don’t have to do this, but I sometimes add more sauce on the last wing to end it with a bang. Are you willing to join in?”

“I’m gonna regret saying yes, but why not, can’t let you do it alone now.”

The moment you say that he opens the bottle in front of him, and pours some sauce on it. You eye your bottle skeptically, the overwhelming smell of it hitting your nostrils in a split second. You don’t drench your wing like he does, just place a drop of it.

“Cheers!” 

“Cheers!” 

You are more cautious with your bite this time, you don't jump in for such a big bite. You're sure it looks like a bird is biting the wing, but you're not about to risk your tongue being burnt off. 

Your face is still stoic, and honestly, youre just doing it so your pride is not as hurt when your friends and family watch the interview. You’re sure Harry will be the first one to tease you about something, yet you can’t wait to hear everything he says, especially since he’s getting every single bit of it.

“Your face is not saying much, so how are you?” You can only respond with a cough, which makes Sean laugh.

“Not good over here! I think I’m gonna have to cave in, and drink some milk.” You’re not quite sure why your voice is so hoarse, but it’s a little funny to hear.

“Go for it!”

You gulp the glass of coconut milk, grateful that it’s not cow milk. You never liked the taste of cow milk by itself.

“Fuck’s sake, that’s lovely, best feeling ever!” You breathe out through a quiet laugh, the slightest drops of milk dripping down your face. Someone off-camera gives you a couple of tissues, and you thank them.

“Everything better now?”

“I’m not sure!”

“The good thing is this is over!”

“No more wings?” 

“No more wings.”

“I genuinely can’t believe I made it through this, especially after the 8th wing.” You say with a shudder, remembering how it burnt 

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“We are finally done!” Sean says, making you know that there’s practically only the credits left.

“Woo!” You cheer, pumping your fists in their air.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’ve conquered this challenge! Anything left you have to say?”

“But your tickets for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ because it’s a great movie, and I’m so excited for all of you to see it!”

“That’s it for today, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.” You say, blowing some kisses to the cameras around you. 

The interview ends with a couple of claps, and one of the biggest smiles on your face as you try to hide your face to dissolve the attention from you.

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username1: she’s my fave celebrity, if anyone asks why, i’m sending them this video 

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username2: she kept looking at someone behind the scenes, i have the biggest feeling it’s harry

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username3: SAME

username2: especially since they’ve both been spotted a lot together recently…

username4: props to her for being able to conceal her emotions so well, i could never tbh 

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username5: the way sean didn’t even have to introduce her as much because she’s such a big household name

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username6: Her outfit looks so good, Rebecca is definitely one of the best stylist’s she’s ever had 

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username7: literally so true 

username8: top 3 hot ones interviews for sure

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username9: whoever she was looking at, is lucky fr, she looked at them like they were holding the entire world in their hands

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username10: her and taylor’s friendship is everything to me rn

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[dragon-kazansky]

Big bear hugs

Gender neutral reader

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Implied short reader. Implied height difference between Reader and Rooster.

Phoenix, Bob, and yourself are discussing who is better at what. You seem to have all the answers.

♡♡♡

Another round of drinks, another round of questions. You, Bob, and Phoenix have been at this for a solid 30 minutes already.

"Alright, alright, next one," Phoenix holds up a finger. "Who is the best at dog fighting?"

You stare at her with a blank face. "Seriously?" You gesture across the bar. "Maverick is literally sitting right there."

Bob agrees.

"That's fair. We did say anyone goes," she laughs.

"Don't let Hangman hear you."

You laugh and take a swig of your drink. You take a look around the bar and try to think up the next question. You have one.

"Who do you think is the best cook?"

"Oh, good one. I don't think I've tried anyone's cooking," Phoenix hums softly.

"Rooster must cook for you," Bob looks at you.

"Of course he does, and he is a very good cook. I was just curious if you think anyone here could make it as a chef," you chuckle.

They both laugh too.

"I'd say I'm a good cook," Phoenix chimes in.

"Then we shall have to put that to the test one day," you smile.

"Deal."

"Who do you think the best dancer is?" Bob asks.

You smile at the pair of them. They roll their eyes. Of course you're going to say Bradley.

"He's the best singer too," you state.

"Anything else?" Bob asks, smiling at you.

"He gives the best hugs," you smile back.

"We wouldn't know," Phoenix grins.

"He gives big bear hugs. The cozy kind of hugs. They're even better because he's tall." They both see the way your face softens.

"Well, he's coming this way, why don't you show us?" Phoenix smiles.

You chuckle and turn around in your seat. Just as she said, Rooster was making his way over to you. You smile at him as he gets closer.

"My ears were burning, we you talking about me?" He teases.

You bite back a grin.

"No..."

"Liar," he smiles at you.

"They were just saying that you give the best hugs. Is that true?" Phoenix asks, watching you both.

Rooster looks at them and then at you.

"Shall we find out?" He asks. He holds his arms open to you. You grin as you slide off the chair and into his arms. Rooster pulls you into his chest.

Phoenix and Bob smile and turn away.

You hug Bradley for a good few moments. It's warm and snug. The height difference between you makes it all the more snug.

You pull away and look up at him.

"You definitely give the best hugs," you say, smiling softly at him.

Rooster chuckles and leans in a little closer.

"What about my kisses?" He asks.

You give him a huge grin.

"Oh, without a doubt the best kisser in this room," you say before pulling him in. Your lips meet with his and you both stand there behind Bob and Phoenix, kissing.

You hear them make gagging sounds. You laugh as you pull away.

"Rooster wins at everything."

"We'll take your word for it," Bob says, turning back away. You laugh softly and take Rooster's hand.

"I think we should go home and test what else I'm the best at," Bradley grins.

You look at Rooster with wide eyes.

Phoenix gags for real this time.

"I'm game," you tell him.

"OK, please go before Penny has to clean up a mess over here," Phoenix pleads.

You laugh as you exit with Bradley in tow.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun

[seoness]

what about the hound with a s/o who in response to his teasing nicknames to her, dubs him 'big bear' bc according to her he's "warm and fuzzy"🤣 like one day they'd be chatting/bantering or cuddling and she suddenly goes: "i don't know why they call you 'hound' anyway, looks more like a big bear to me".

Imagine

Fem!Reader x Sandor Clegane | Fluff

Slowly the royal hunting camp of Robert Baratheon began to stir. The red tarp of the pavilion glowed with the morning sun. Shuttering, you pulled the cover high. The fog that had swept in last evening had stayed, and the fact that it was summer ran rather mute when everything was so damp one brisk wind made one freeze to the bone.

Rolling over, you lifted the cover just enough to look upon the mass beside you. Sandor Clegane, the fearsome Hound... swaddled like a babe. There were mornings his body remembered you shared his bed, and there were others like these, mornings when a silent sister could just as well have tucked him to bed.

"I'm cold," you said.

Sound asleep. A snore. Rude.

Sandor wouldn't want to wake to a wife with frostbite. It would only be aiding in his marital duty. It was the only right thing you could do. What any dutiful wife would do.

Searching blindly, you finally managed to find a parting, sliding your hand closer until scolding hot skin met your fingertips.

Heaven.

The body beside you tensed, the dark voice even raspier than usual, "Sleep with the cover on you."

"I did. Warm me."

Sandor let out a snort, "Liar."

You jutted up a leg, and the covers around you both twisted until the sole of your foot hit his back, making the man hiss out.

"Seven Hells, woman." You even managed to keep close to his warmth as he turned, facing you and letting out another snort. "A real proper lady, you are."

"I'll be proper once I'm warm, now let me in." Sandor raised his arms, allowing you to dive inside. Nuzzling into his chest as the arms laid themself around you. "Thank the gods."

"Better?"

The chesthair tickled against your cheek. Surrounded by all that warmth, the sound of his heartbeat. Shutting your eyes you took in the smell of leather and polish. No, this was heaven.

The words slurred between the kisses you left across his chest, "I don't know why they call you the Hound. You're much more like a bear."

You peered up, grinning as he cocked his brow.

"Big," you said and stretched out, your feet finding rest between his legs. "Warm." You continued and placed a light kiss on his collarbone. "Hairy."

Sandor's stubble scratched your forehead as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. "Had the maiden fair found herself a real bear, she'd not be dancing with it. Be glad you're stuck with a dog. Far kinder to pretty little ladies."

"You want me to call you Dog?"

The cover disappeared around you, and all the heat built up vanished in a heartbeat. Cold nipping at your bare skin. When you opened your eyes again, your husband was no longer beside you. Standing naked as his name day, the covers thrown over his shoulder like the spoils of a hunt, the burnt side of his face twitching as a grin spread across the man's lips.

"What are you doing?!" Jumping after, cursing as he chuckled and raised the bundle out of reach. "Sandor, stop!"

The covers dropped over your head, and just as quickly as your husband had risen you dove back down onto the bed. Wrapping and trying to save what little remained of the warmth.

"Never met a man that could control what his wife called him. To his face perhaps," he said, shrugging. "Bear. Dog. Ass."

"Sandor..."

He knelt before you, knuckles grazing your cheek. "That sounds far better from your lips. If my Lady Wife allows it?"

"Ass seems more fit now," you muttered, pretending not to hear his snort. "Do your duty and warm me, and I shall consider it."

"As you command."

#sandor clegane x reader

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Did you get enough love, my little dove

Warnings: bittersweet, Soldier Boy being a shitty parent, AU, Homelander 10 years old, Reader 5 years old, latchkey kid, single parent, sister complex, brother complex

Words: 1327

Summary: Homelander takes his little sister to her first day of kindergarten while their father, Soldier Boy, is sleeping off his partying from the prior night.

Inspired by @theeonlyroman 's hcs they've been sending me 😊

🌸Well you do enough talk, my little hawk. 🌸shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Homelander's clock rings loudly, rattling him from sleep. He set it to go off extra early for today was a special day. Grinning to himself, he hops out of bed and peeks his head out into the hallway. Soldier Boy's door was closed, no sign of life coming from the other end except for an occasional snore. Most likely he wouldn't be waking up until the middle of the day.

Keeping quiet, Homelander pads over to his sister's room right next to his. He opens the door expertly without any creaks. You were still sound asleep, clutching your stuffed bear that was dressed up like your father in his supe uniform. Today would be your first ever day of school. Kindergarten. Homelander lovingly gazes at your sleeping face, your lips that are slightly parted and your long lashes that kiss your upper cheeks tenderly. He sits down on your bed and gently strokes your chubby cheek. It felt like just yesterday when Soldier Boy came home with a little bundle held awkwardly in his arms.

"What the fuck am I going to do with a girl?" Soldier Boy groaned at the prospect of raising a daughter. Difficult enough already raising Homelander. Soldier Boy, more often than not, simply dropped Homelander off at Vought's labs in lieu of an actual daycare if he was busy.

In Homelander's little brain, he always assumed Soldier Boy brought you home just for him. Like a gift. Someone to share his loneliness.

Gently he calls out your name. "Rise and shine."

You stir a bit at the sound of your brother's voice. He patiently chuckles and kisses your forehead.

"Don't you want to get ready for school?"

"No." your tiny voice mumbles making him laugh louder.

"You'll have tons of fun. And afterward I'll take you out for ice cream." He promises. While he didn't have much saved for the both of you to get an ice cream, he figures that he'll just snatch Soldier Boy's wallet before leaving the house. He wouldn't mind. Especially if it kept both of you out of his hair.

Sleepily your rub your eyes with a clenched fist. "Will I be in your class?" You let him pick you up.

He hides his grimace. "No. You're too small. You're going to kindergarten. Remember?" With such ease, Homelander carries you around the house getting your ready. His super strength allowed him to treat you more or less like a doll. It came in handy when you didn't want to move. At least you didn't fight him when he put you into your first day of school clothes or when he washed your face and brushed your hair.

Both of you keep quiet any time you pass by your father's door. He could be irritable if woken up. He was the proverbial sleeping bear. Homelander wanted your first day of school to go without a hitch.

Setting you in front of the tv with cereal, Homelander finishes his own prepping. Making sure his backpack was all set with his notebooks and pencils. Makes sure your small backpack was all ready to go too. The night before he'd prepped some sandwiches for the both of you. He slips them out of the fridge and into your respective lunch boxes as well as a cookie for you and an apple for him.

Checking the kitchen clock, Homelander ushers you out of the house and cautiously closes the door.

You hold his hand as the two of you walk to the elementary school that also housed the kindergarten kids.

"Do you remember what I taught you if someone gives you a hard time?" It was a rhetorical question. Of course you did. You remember everything your big brother tells you.

"I tell them that my big brother will beat them up!" You cheerfully say.

Pride blossoms in Homelander's chest. You're a good girl, despite Soldier Boy being your dad. Looking at you now, it makes Homelander tear up. You were his little dove. Tender and sweet.

He walks you up to your classroom, already the screaming of other children could be heard outside. Your hand tightens around his, making his heart tremble. Makes him reluctant to release your hand when you turn your big doe eyes up at him, scared of this new step in your life.

"You're not coming with me?"

He settles in front of you on one knee so that he can gather you in a hug. "No. I have to go to my own class. But I'll be here to pick you up when school's over."

When he lets go of you, you're fiddling with the strap on your backpack. "Okay. . ."

"Hey, it'll be okay. Just remember that you're better than all of those snot-nosed brats in there. No matter what they say."

You peek from under your dark lashes. "Because we're like daddy?" Even at your age you knew your family was different. You could do things other kids couldn't. Mr. Edgar had mentioned the word supe to you before.

"That's right." Homelander nods and kisses first your forehead, then each cheek before finishing off with a kiss to the tip of your nose. "You and me are better than everyone else. We're special. Even more special than other supes."

The clouds part in your eyes, beaming with the golden sun that had Homelander even more reluctant to leave you. "Okay! And you promise ice cream right?"

Anything for you. My little dove.

He finds it difficult to concentrate in his lessons.

Were the other kids being nice to you?

How were your teachers? Would they scold you for using your god given powers?

Were you happy?

He'd broken three pencils from his anxious gnawing. And he was forced to put on a fake smile of interest when the other kids started talking to him. He didn't care about them or their stupid chatter. Children his age were so dull and stupid. You were far better company. Already more intelligent than Homelander was at your age.

The more he checks the clock on the wall, the slower time seemed to go.

During recess, he makes the short walk over to the kindergarten building. Technically he wasn't supposed to wander off but his teachers already knew that he should be granted certain priviledges the other kids weren't allowed.

He squints his eyes to engage his x-ray vision. He just needed a glimpse of you to assure himself you were okay.

Homelander scans the multitude of small faces. Of course the brightest one he could see was you. Smiling to himself, all the anxiety he'd been experiencing faded to nothing.

Abruptly your head snaps in the direction Homelander was, seemingly staring right at him. Your powers were still developing so he didn't know if you could actually see him.

Sending you a small wave, Homelander laughs when you wave back. It must look odd to the others around you as you waved at nothing.

When you and Homelander return home, Soldier Boy is gone; his car missing in the driveway.

Homelander lets go of your hand to fish for the house in his pocket. His other hand pressed to his chest the picture you made for him in class. He was going to hide it underneath his pillow so he could look at it before going to sleep.

Inside both of you put your backpacks in the living room. In an hour, a Vought chauffeur would be there to pick you and Homelander up to be taken to the labs for more training and testing.

Despite having just eaten ice cream, you were still hungry. Homelander puts you on the kitchen counter as he makes a snack for you to share with him. You babble about your day, your brother finding it all too endearing.

Neither cared whether or not their father was present.

As long as they had one another, that was enough.

Thanks for reading!

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[karmaisakhaleesi]

Astronomy chap. 1 Neteyam Sully x human!fem!reader

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It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

1.3k+ word count

warnings- anxiety/panic attacks, death, illness, lmk if i missed any!

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Neteyam x human!fem!reader

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You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when you walk down the steps of the cargo ship. You feel the start of a migraine when the mask tightens around your head. The only barrier between life and death at the hands of asphyxia. You shudder at the thought and take in the base, concrete buildings along with bulldozers, and in the distance, the lush greenery of a forest makes you all the more homesick. But you grin and bear it, your Mother's words echoing through you, "Live your life, I'll be fine. It's not like there's much for me to do here anyway."

The memory was bittersweet, having been right after her diagnosis. You shook your head, shoving it away, you promised you wouldn't cry. Just yet.

A woman interrupted you briefly introducing herself and guided you inside. You quickly followed, the sound of air escaping as the doors closed behind you.

"So Miss, Augustine, how do you feel?"

The blonde woman, whose name you had briefly forgotten asked. You felt a flush creep up my cheeks, "Um, well, it's a lot different than back home. But I should be fine!" I fumbled over my words fiddling with the strap of my backpack.

"Good, well I'll leave you to it, remember, dinners at 1900 hours!" she said leaving briskly, the sound of her shoes echoing against the linoleum floors.

You glance at the small room that greeted you. Nothing but a small grey cot and matching desk cramped into the small room. Your bag hits the bed with a thud, "Whelp, time to regret my life choices for the next ten hours," you sigh.

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"Are you insane?!? Have you lost it?!? She's nothing but a child!" a male voice shouted from behind the office door.

You flinched, and he sounded pissed. You sucked in a deep breath knocking on the door.

"We have had this discussion several times might I remind you, Doctor Moran. And we will not have it again. You know why she is here, are we clear?"

"You've gone mad!"

You flinched again as the door flew open and a man with a mess of gray hair regarded you with a look of pure disdain. He then stormed past you nearly knocking you down.

"Miss Augustine, it's nice to see you. Please, come in," the general greeted.

She shuffled some papers off her desk and into a drawer. Giving you a tight-lipped smile she gestured for you to take a seat. You tentatively sat down in the brown leather swivel chair, the only thing of color in the small gray room you noted.

Your hands clenched the arms of the chair, bracing yourself for the words about to leave her mouth.

"Now I see here that you have all of the required degrees and specifications for the job I've offered you," she paused to pull a paper off of her desk.

"Graduated Harvard summa cum laude, in undergrad. Top of your class in grad school, and completed your Ph.D. thesis on Pandoran ecology to earn your doctorate degree all at or before the age of fifteen. Quite an impressive resume, if I say so myself."

You frown, eyes finding the floor a much more interesting subject than your many degrees and accomplishments.

General Ardmore gives you another tight-lipped smile before she pulls a pen out and hands it out to you. She then pushes a paper towards you, "Now let's cut to the chase, shall we?"

You sigh and nod your head in affirmation, hand shaking, pen tip hovering on the stark white paper.

"You sign this and your Mother's cured. Well as long as you hold up your end of the deal, Miss Augustine," she gives yet another smile, but you can see that it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

You quickly sign, biting your lip to hold back the tears you can feel burning to be let go.

"Yes, understood ma'am."

"Good! Now that that's been taken care of, let's get you ready to ship out!"

She spins her chair around to stand, her shoes echoing through the hall as you stand to follow.

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You glance wearily at the helicopter before someone tosses your bag into a seat, you glance over at a woman with sunglasses gives you a curt smile through her mask, and walks to the pilot seat. You carefully sit down next to your bag and strap the seatbelt as tight as you can, also seatbelting your bag. Just so that it won't fall out, you think to yourself as you hear the chopper blades start whirring defeating you.

You feel a tap on your shoulder as the General gives you a thumbs up, a bit of warning in her eyes. You nod soundlessly as you take off, gasping at the feeling.

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Your feet touch solid ground after what feels like forever and you carefully undo your and your bag's seatbelts. You clutch your bag tightly to your chest, scared you'll lose it. A man greets you and shakes your hand, "Dr. Spellman! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

You return the handshake and nod, too nervous to speak.

You follow him into the facility and the familiar whoosh of air signals the doors closing behind you. You quickly take off your mask and take a deep breath.

"So, how was your, um, trip?" Dr. Spellman asks, wringing his hands as he guides you to your room.

"It was, uneventful," you reply setting your bag down in a similarly grey room, desk, bed, and all.

"Well, that's good," he replies.

You glance up at him, he seems, nervous. Or scared, maybe a mix of both. You knew things had changed since your Aunt Grace left for Pandora, mostly for the worst. You were surprised they had even let you come, well not to the base, but to the old facility. You had figured they would refuse, but with the omission of your role with the military, they reluctantly agreed.

"You seem, nervous," Dr. Spellman sputtered in the middle of his explanation, denying your accusation, but his face flushed a deep red.

"Well, yes, just a bit," he paused eyes widening as he quickly shut a door, whisper shouting at something you couldn't see.

A flurry of hushed voices in a language you somewhat recognized followed. You frowned turning to Spellman opening your mouth before the opened interrupting you mid-sentence.

You gasped as a group of, Na'vi and one human pushed open the door. The human looked to be around your age, long messy blonde hair obscured his face and blue markings covered his body. You flinched as their confused looks turned to hisses of defense, which caused you to stumble back and trip over a small box.

Closing your eyes, you braced yourself for impact, only to feel a warm hand enclosed around your arm. You blinked slowly and looked on to see a deep blue hand enclosed around yours keeping you from falling face-first onto the floor. Heat crept up your face as the hand dropped your arm as if it were on fire.

"Okay, everybody," Dr. Spellman interrupted, "Please calm down, I will explain in two seconds!"

He sighed exasperatedly, pointing to you, "This is Dr. Augustine, Dr. Grace Augustine's niece."

"And they are Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri, Tuktirey, and Miles," he paused looking towards them warily.

They returned the wariness.

"Your my mother's niece?" the older girl interrupted.

You give her a nervous smile, feeling an anxiety attack coming on, "Yes, I'm y/n Augustine. My mom is your mother's sister, Selene Augustine."

You can feel your throat tightening and vision blurring as the girl, Kiri you believe? Questions you excitedly. You feel a warm hand on your shoulder, and that's when the world goes black.

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[vanfleeter]

Meditation Mishaps // JMK

Characters: Uncle!Josh x Lily

Warnings: Fluff. Language.

Author's Note: Let's all welcome Uncle Joshy to the family reunion, shall we? Also, I don't write Josh often, so bear with me.

Summary: Meditation and babysitting do not go hand-in-hand.

“Jake, it’s my meditation day today.”

Josh leans against the kitchen counter as he stirs his spoon inside the cup full of tea.

“I know, I know.. But I promised Tommy that I would take him to the soccer game–but Y/N got called into work and I really need a babysitter for Lily.”

Josh can hear screaming and crying in the background of the phone call. Tommy screams because he can’t get his shoe tied and Lily cries for Jake to pick her up.

“In a minute Lilypad..” Jake calmly spoke before raising his voice to Tommy. “Tommy, just wait! Dammit, I’ll help you when I get off the phone with Josh!”

Josh casually sips on his tea as he glances around the kitchen, grateful he’s in the quiet house with no screaming kids.

“Josh, please!” He hears Jake beg. “It won’t be for long, I promise, three or four hours.”

Josh sighs. “Yeah, sure. Bring her over.”

Jake hisses as he mutters curse words under his breath. “That’s my hair Lily!”

“Maybe I can use my meditation to calm her little butt down.” Josh snickers.

“Good luck with that..” Jake grumbles. “DAMMIT! THOMAS DO THAT ONE MORE TIME AND WE AREN’T GOING!” Josh holds the phone away from his ear as Jake’s voice carries. “But Josh, I really fucking appreciate this. I owe you big time.”

“Mmmm, yes you do.” Josh chuckles. “I’ll see you soon.” He adds before hanging up the call.

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Hearing the doorbell ringing, Josh yanks open the front door and greets the three of them with a wide grin. “Uncle Joshy!” Tommy exclaims as he hugs Josh’s legs.

“Hey little man,” Josh laughs. “Excited for the game?”

Tommy eagerly nods his head. “It’s going to be so much fun!”

Lily whines and tries to wriggle herself out of Jake’s arm. She pushes her body off of his chest and he huffs. “Alright, alright. Driving me up a wall today.” He says as he sets her down on the ground. She tottles over to Josh and he scoops her up.

“Do you and I get to spend some time together?” He says as he tickles her. She giggles and buries her face into his shoulder.

“It is almost her nap time anyways, so you might be able to get her meditation in while she sleeps.” Jake says as he hands off her diaper bag and blanket. “And again, I really appreciate you doing this.”

Josh hums and nods his head as he wraps his hand around the edge of the front door and starts walking them out of the house. “Don’t forget that you owe me.” He says before sending them off and shutting the door. He huffs and looks at Lily. “Have you ever meditated?”

–

Bringing Lily into his meditation room, he sets her down on his mat while he rolls out another one. He sits down on the floor and crosses his legs in front of him and repositions Lily’s legs. “Okay.. Deep breaths, yeah?” He says, demonstrating to her how to breathe in deeply and to breathe out. She watches as he does it again a couple more times before trying it herself. “There you go.” He says. “Now close your eyes when you do that.”

He closes his eyes and begins his deep breathing again. Lily doesn’t close her eyes, instead she watches Josh as he does his deep breathing. She breathes in deeply when he does and releases her breath a few seconds later. She can hear him humming as he breathes out. It sounds like he’s singing and she loves it when he sings.

A smile spreads across her face and she breathes in again only to hum as she breathes back out. She giggles and does it again. Breathe in. Breathe out and make noise.

Lily giggles again. This time catching Josh’s attention. He peeks out through one eye to see her mocking his pose and giggling. He breathes in again, his one eye still trained on her. They both hum as they breathe out and Lily breaks out in giggles again.

Josh chuckles and opens his other eye. She falls backwards as she laughs, her head landing with a thud on the hardwood floor. He grimaces and watches her carefully as she pauses her movements and ponders what happened before she breaks out into another fit of giggles. Her eyes scan the room and stop. She stops giggling and flips over onto her hands and knees before pushing herself up to her feet.

He watches as she tottles across the room, his eyebrows knitting together as he follows her movements through the room. When he sees where she’s heading, his smile drops and he springs to his feet. He sprints across the room and swipes her up from the floor.

“Oh no you don’t.” He says as she laughs in his ear. “Fire, bad.” He says, shaking his head. She frowns and huffs. He brings her back to the rugs and sets her down. “Now.. Let’s meditate.” He watches as she crawls towards his lap and nestles herself inside the space. He looks down at her with his eyebrows raised. She yawns and rests her head on his knee. He shrugs his shoulders and closes his eyes before picking up where he left off on his breathing.

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He was brought out of his trance some time later to his beaded necklace being tugged on. Peaking one eye open again, he glances down to his lap to see Lily yanking on the beads and twisting them within her fingers. One harsh tug broke the thread sending the beads scattering across the floor.

“Did you have a good nap?” She smiles up at him before twisting her body and climbing off of his lap. She pads around the room and picks individual beads before coming back over to him and dropping them into his hands. “Oh.. Well thank you.” She nods her head and goes back to collecting the rest of the beads.

After three or four more trips, back and forth, he has all the beads in his hands that he has cupped and held out for her to drop them into. He chuckles and goes to move to stand up when she gasps and runs as quickly as she can to the table by the window. The one that his bonsai tree rests upon. She crawls beneath the legs of the table for a few seconds and reemerges holding a bead pinched between her fingers.

She tries reaching for the table to pull herself up to her feet but instead she only pulls the table, sending it toppling over. Josh sighs, closing his eyes as if in defeat. The pot breaks upon contact with the floor spilling the dirt and the tree on the floor.

“Awesome..”

Carefully standing to his feet, he goes over to the trash can by the door and dumps the beads inside before going over to the new mess that has occurred.

“I think it’s time we stop trying to meditate…” He says as he scoops up the toddler and carries her out of the room.

Going downstairs he hears the doorbell ring and he quickly snatches it open to reveal Jake standing on the porch. Josh didn’t realize he had breathed a sigh of relief until he saw Jake chuckling.

“Dada!”

Jake reaches for Lily and she buries her face into his neck. “She’s a handful isn’t she?” He says.

“She wasn’t until a few minutes ago.” Josh says as he picks up her diaper bag and blanket and hands the items back to Jake. “Broke my necklace–but she did clean them all up, before knocking over my bonsai tree.”

“Did you make a mess in Uncle Joshy’s house?” Jake says as he tickles Lily’s side making her laugh.

“On the bright side, I did get the majority of my meditation in.” Josh says with a shrug of his shoulders. “She basically slept on my lap the whole time.”

Lily breathes in deeply before releasing it and humming. She giggles, making Jake laugh.

“I see you taught her a few things.”

Josh chuckles and shakes her head. “She’s too happy to be serious.” He says.

“Well thanks again for watching her,” Jake says. “I really appreciate it.”

“What are uncles for?” Josh winks at Lily. “Oh! So about you owing me.. I think I know what you can do.”

Jake huffs. “I will buy you a new pot for your tree.”

“And replant it?”

Jake’s shoulders slump. “Fine… I’ll see you..”

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[footballerimaginess]

Theme Park

credit to @skipthesmalltalk​ for the gif x 

Birthday Prompts 16. Spending it at a theme park Pablo Gavi request: Gavi for day at theme park!! Word Count: 519  “Come baby” Pablo dragged your arm to his direction as you got your tickets for the theme park.  “Where to first?” you asked him as you stood at looked at the map together.  “This way” Pablo pointed left as you walked to the nearest roller coaster. 

“Are you tall enough babe to get on this ride?” you teased.  “Oh ha fucking ha. Coming from the big friendly giant herself” he rolled his eyes as he equally took the piss about your height.  “I think we’ll be alright Pab, come let’s go” you were now the one to pull him along as you made your way to the queue.  Luckily it wasn’t that busy at the theme park yet, you had made it with good time so there weren’t too many people which meant you hopefully didn’t need to queue up for too long.  “No that’s a loop, not too sure how I feel about this” you laughed as you felt your stomach doing somersaults in itself as you watched the multiple loops going on.  “Well too late, we are doing it” he smirked as you climbed into the seat as the bar came down and you were ready to go.  You screamed as loud as you could as you went upside down in the loop.  “I can’t believe you screamed so loud” Pablo smirked.  “Get that out of your head, you idiot. I need some water after that, think I’m too old for this” you smirked.  “Well it is your birthday, so I guess you are getting old” he teased as you headed to grab a drink.  “Right, shall we just walk?” you asked him as you took your hand in his hand.  “I like being here, makes me feel like a child. I always used to come here with my family ”you grinned.  “I want to try and win you a teddy ”Pablo declared as you practically ran over to the stand with excitement in hope for him to win the toy. “Hi sir, which game would you like?” the man at the counter asked Pablo as he handed over the money to pay for the game.  “Hitting the tin cans will be good” Pablo smiled as the man passed the three balls to use to hit the cans down with.  He threw one can and it knocked three down.  “Two more to go” the man grinned as Pablo hit them both straight down.  “Well done, which one would you like?” he turned to you as you pointed at the big stuffed teddy bear.  “Thank you so much” you squeezed the bear tightly as you could as Pablo thanked the man before catching you up.  “Ahh you did so good baby” you laughed.  “Almost as big as you huh?” he winked.  “Oh shut it, shall we do a few rides that this one can go on?” you laughed as you walked around the theme park some more before getting a bite to eat.  “This has been such a good day, thank you baby” you squeezed Pablo tightly.  “I’m glad you had a good day” you cuddled each other.  Taglist: @footballffbarbiex​​ @percervall​​ @mrseriksen​​​ @football-and-fanfics​​​ @footballxixstars​​​ @odegaardsreds​​​ @simpingmyassoff​​​ @ghwoticz​​​ @0alanasworld0​​​ 

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[neptune-writez]

promise: ellie w.

you and ellie are playing-pretend, to which she promises to be your knight in shining armor. js pure fluff, i love baby ellie with my heart

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Among all the bad decisions you both have ever made, you and Ellie decided to play-pretend. You were the damsel in distress while she was the prince. Both of you tried to keep your volume down, but to no avail. Ellie was as loud as ever and her laugh was highly infectious, making you laugh even harder. Just kids being kids.

"Fear not, princess! For I, Prince Ellie, shall save you from your demise!" she says, exaggerating every word. She then climbed onto a make-shift box fort, raising a wooden sword high in the air.

You giggled, holding your stomach. You were laughing too hard to even form a full sentence.

Without warning, Ellie yelled out a battle cry and jumped down from the box fort onto you. You didn't even have any chance to let out a cry as she came crashing down. "Ellie! You- why?!" you managed to blurt out, between heavy breaths, with Ellie still on top of you. You tried to push her off but you were both laughing messes that you gave up not long after.

Ellie snorted, getting up, still holding the wooden sword.

"So- princess, what do I get as a reward for rescuing you?" She had the audacity to request for a reward?!

"Reward? You mean for almost killing me?!" you gasped, in mock anger. You raised your hand up to your chest, offended.

The grin on her face got even bigger. "Yeah, do you know how hard it was for me to build that box fort?" she winked. She then proceeded to laugh at her own joke. Typical Ellie.

Watching Ellie laugh made you melt. "To thank thee for saving me, thou shall be given permission to marry me!" you announced. To be honest, you had no idea what you were saying, and you only knew this line as it had appeared on television once. It sounded cool, so it stuck.

Ellie's emerald eyes lit up for a second, like she had just struck gold, and shoved her hand deep into her pocket, rummaging around. "Wait- I have the perfect thing for this!"

To your surprise, she pulled out two paper rings. One of them was blue, and the other was red. She then knelt down and pushed the red paper ring onto your finger.

To 12 year old you, it was like a fairy tale. Like how Snow White got her Prince Charming, even though Ellie wasn't technically a prince, it still counted. You figured that the swarming herd of butterflies in your stomach was just because of excitement.

"Now, we are legally husband and wife!" she says dramatically, before putting the blue paper ring on her finger. You giggled and said, "My romeo!" Again, something from television.

"I'll be your knight in shining armor, princess [name]! You shall never live in fear ever again!" she declared, before trapping you in a tight bear hug. She smelled of nature, and it was very refreshing. You buried your head deep into the crook of her neck.

"Promise?" you questioned.

Ellie let go of you, and you were disappointed until she said to you, "Promise."

Safe to say that Ellie had never broken her promise and kept her word.

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