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NEW YEAR'S DAY ‧͙*̩̩͙❅ LH44

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x girlfriend!Reader ( she/her )

summary: New years is always special when you spend it next to those you love the most. That’s why you spend it with Lewis, and Lewis spends it with you.

warnings/info: fluff, midnight kisses, mentions of alcohol, they get a bit drunk. the extra bit has angst!

word count: 951 + an extra scene of 591 (1.5k)

note: so, the end of 2023. that’s so crazy. i’m so thankful for everything really, there’s a paragraph incoming but, yeah, thank you for reading and following along this year. you made a difference <3

btw i recomend listening to the instrumental of new year’s day by taylor swift !!

snowglobe, a holiday special

One minute before midnight. One minute in which people fall anxious, the sound of heels hitting the floor and whispers reciting resolutions over and over is their favorite tune for one minute. In your minute, you see people gather around the terrace of Lewis’ penthouse, stumbling and laughing, the blinding lights of New York lighting up part of their snow-dusted faces. You knew a couple of faces, some interacting with Lewis and you before your minute hit the half-mark.

When you’re upon seconds, you look up at the waiting sky, stars expecting to be overshadowed by something bigger, louder. You can feel the anticipation in the air, spotlights from Times Square moving faster, the echo of people’s excitement drowning the streets.

Fifteen seconds away and you look at the man holding you close. His eyes dart between your eyes and your lips, a smile that could light up the world—and already does—on his lips. I don’t do New Year’s kisses, you remember him saying last year, back when your memories together consisted of clandestine meetings in hotel rooms and longing stares, too afraid to confess.

Perhaps this year is a completely different story, but the same character has his arms wrapped around you. There are changes, so many you can barely count, you wonder if this one will be one too.

“So,” Lewis says, “what a year.”

You smile, leaving a kiss on his cheek before resting your forehead on his. “You finally got the hint,” you whisper and he laughs, bringing you closer just as the insatiable sounds of anxiety start morphing into something discernible.

Ten. Nine.

He lets out a deep breath, “I know what I said last year. About the kisses.”

Eight, they sing as your heart picks up. Seven, and Lewis laughing nervously.

“And I mean it,” he says, “Meant it.”

Six. Five. Four.

You smile as your side of the world lift their glasses of champagne, recording phones, or just bring their loved ones close. It’s a bubble bath of each life trapped in its own delicate bubble.

Lewis smiles back, breathing heavily, “But I want you to be my first New Year's kiss.”

Three, and you laugh, rolling your eyes. Two, “Then kiss me,”

One, and he closes the distance, the so obnoxious world goes silent, and it’s the best kiss he’s ever received. It’s immersive; Your hands play with his braids and his draw shapes on your hips, his heavy breaths fall over your soft ones, and the taste of two different bottles of champagne tempt to be bitter.

The world around you starts echoing in your head, different colors tinting the perfect kiss. People are patting Lewis’ back as he looks at you, ignoring them for a little longer, only wanting to focus on the girl who enchanted him, the one he could hear talk and talk about for hours on end, the one who changed his mind over love and relationships, the one who held his hand through his darkest times. This was all he needed, all he wanted to focus on. On the girl he loves.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you tease, daydream still in his eyes.

He smiles, “Oh, absolutely not”

Then you’re walking around, hand-in-hand wishing a happy New Year to the known and the unknown. He calls his family and you call yours, spending ten minutes together sweet-talking to a very sleepy Roscoe on Lewis’ screen. It’s absurd how fast minutes pass but how slow time moves. You see the crowd fading away, leaving the dance floor empty enough to drag Lewis’ over, dancing away the hectic city under you. It’s a new year, and you can’t warp your head around your luckiness.

By 5:44, everyone is gone. You and Lewis lay down on the couch after drowning 6 shots of Tequila, a strong scent of alcohol and sweat hanging in the air, with glitter all across the floor. You’re holding hands, eyes fixated on the ceiling, drunk and in love. What a wonderful way to start the year, you think.

Lewis moves next to you, standing up a bit disoriented but with determination on his face. “A’right get up,” he says too enthusiastically for almost 6 am, “we have to pick all of this mess.”

You snort, ”Are you crazy?”

“As ever,” he giggles, “Now, get up!”

This man is incredibly drunk, but so are you, so you stand up, your head spinning around each planet you can barely remember. Lewis puts his hands around your hips, holding you in place, “Lew, I feel like I'm going to fall and die. Oh my god!”

“Not true,” the Brit says, “you promised you’d die with me, and I’m not doing that today.”

You roll your eyes at that, laughing.

Cleaning up—if you can call two drunk idiots laughing like crazy while trying to remove a stain of wine from the ceiling that—isn’t as awful. Spotify’s ‘Top Hits of 2023’ is playing in the background as you pick up the plastic cups on the floor, Lewis searching for dirty bottles around the house to then be wrapped around each other while cleaning them. The glittery floor is a lost cause, both try to recollect as much as you can with the broom but give up knowing you’ll be surrounded by it for the rest of the year.

The house looks clean enough in your exhausted eyes by 8 am. Lewis follows you to the bedroom, briefly showering together before dropping under the cloud-like covers, dark curtains forbidding the early sun from disturbing your shortly-approaching sleep.

You are curled up on Lewis’ chest when you hear him say: “Happy New Year, love.”

“Happy New Year, Lew.”

EXTRA BIT!! ( 591 words )

“You know,” Lewis calls, arms wrapped around your body as you lay on his bare chest, “I’ve been thinking, well, overthinking, and I want to, like, get it out.”

He pauses, his anxiety clear in the way he speeds up the tender touches on your back. You look up at him, making a small motion of encouragement. He smiles.

“Half of the people today were strangers, friends of friends, and it reminded me that, once, you were a friend of friends. I don’t really know where I’m going with this, but I don’t want us to be like that ever again,” he says, stumbling on words. “I don’t want to call you a stranger; I’ve done that with enough people I’ve loved—not in the way I love you, but loved nonetheless. I’m just so sorry I was so late to this,” he whispers, and you want to interrupt, reminding him that you also played into it, but he talks first: “I know you were also scared to tell me; you don’t have to say it, but you just didn’t deserve all that waiting.”

You search for his hand, needing to hold it. He understands and wraps one of his around yours, taking a deep breath. He says your name before continuing. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, ever. I was scared because of those stupid things I used to tell myself, and you know the rumors around my last relationship. I was terrified of doing the same thing—being too greedy and distancing myself when things got bad—but I didn’t want to lose you. I do not want to lose you.” Lewis says, and you squish his hand three times, reassuring. You feel another breath being taken. “And I know we are okay; we are so wonderful, sweetheart. You’ve taught me so much, but I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs. What if we have some inconceivable fight? What if the distance during next season messes with us? What if I screw up and you don’t want to see me ever again?”

“I really don’t want to lose you. I love you too much,” he concludes.

You feel tears crowding your eyes, wondering when did he started thinking about all of this. You sit up, looking down at his beautiful face in the faint darkness. His eyes are so full of emotion, so caring and afraid. You cup his face in your hands, leaning down to peck his lips.

“I love you too, so incredibly much. Thank you for opening up,” you said, knowing it was hard for him to talk about these topics. “But, Lew, trust me when I tell you that, as long as both of us are willing to fight for it, we won’t go back to being strangers. When these types of thoughts are overwhelming you again, talk to me, let me know, and we will discuss them together." He has tears in his eyes, and you are sure yours are already streaming down. “Don’t try to read the last page; whatever is written there can change, and if it doesn’t, who cares? Maybe we are set up to die together, just like I promised you, yeah? I’ll hold your hand through it.”

He brings you down to his arms, giving you the warmest hug in the freezing winter. He cries, and you do too, talking here and there, leaving kisses everywhere, drowning in each other's touches. Lewis believes this is the best start to a year he’s ever had.

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lazycats-stuff · 7 months

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here it is again

so the idea I had was that Alfred has hired a young Butler to teach the ropes for when he grows too old and they’ve developed feelings for Bruce They watching him do his gruelling work out before he goes to fight superman …feeling fear fear for him but also desire him as well then when he goes to leave in his mech suit they tell him how they feel

Okay, it has been a while since I watched the Justice League so inaccuracies are on me. Oh Bruce... And reader... Also, I hope I did it justice. And I'm sorry if this is short.

Summary: (Y/N) is going to take Alfred's place once the man is gone. What wasn't in the job description was the fact that he caught feelings for Bruce.

Warnings: one sided love, but not for long, kissing, some fluff at the end, also a little bit of angst

Bruce didn't know how to feel about the fact that a news person was going to be in the manor, more so replacing Alfred. Bruce wasn't stupid. Alfred is getting older and one day he won't be here anymore and Bruce had a mission to be on.

And that's where (Y/N) came in.

Alfred and Bruce agreed to employ the young man. The process was long and tiring. They had so many applicants and applications that they might be buried underneath them.

They spent days going through them, looking for the right applicant. They were just about to quit when (Y/N)'s application. Alfred decided to go through it and was happy to see what he found in the application.

All the places he worked at are good and he had some good recomendations. Bruce and Alfred decided to call him and set up the interview and then they will go from there.

Interview went really well. Bruce assessed the young man, wanting to see how he would handle stress of being employed for such powerful man. Also, if he was going to be let on the fact that Bruce Wayne is Batman, he needs to handle stress.

(Y/N) passed the interview with flying colors.

Of course, Alfred and Bruce went through a few more applicants, but they knew that (Y/N) was the one for this job.

And that's how (Y/N) got the job in the Manor. Alfred was pleased as to how (Y/N) was learning quickly and efficently.

" I have to say, you are doing quite well. " Alfred once praised (Y/N) and that praise coming from Alfred was the biggest thing could ever achieve.

But there was Bruce. (Y/N) noticed how he is emotionally constipated. It has brought them both into some awkward situations, but overall, they both got along.

When (Y/N) found out that Bruce Wayne is Batman, he actually passed out from the shock. Alfred and Bruce brought him back to conscienceness and made him sit down to explain everything.

To say that (Y/N) was shocked is an understatement of the year, but got over it quickly. He was allowed to go to the cave, but wasn't allowed to touch anything.

No problem for (Y/N). He didn't dare anyway.

After the problems with Superman and seeing the level of distrust amongst them both, Alfred and (Y/N) were worried beyond belief. Is Bruce the most stubborn man that he has met?

Absolutely yes.

Was he invincible?

Absolutely not.

But it was very obvious that he was trying to be. (Y/N) watched him train and it was grueling. How much he could lift, what he was foing in general... It wasn't human. But Batman is not human really.

Lets be honest, Bruce is not really human. Sure, born as a human, but none the less, what he thought about doing, fighting Superman, clearly not human.

But there was one thing that (Y/N) didn't want to go unknown.

His feelings for Bruce.

(Y/N) knew that his feelings were beyond unprofesional. He knew that the right thing would be to quit, but he knew too much and he doubted that Alfred and Bruce would let him go. One more important thing is that Bruce is straight. Straight as a line would be a correct term.

There was no way either that Bruce would get his gay awakening with him.

It was just one sided love. That's just what it was. And just one sided desire for the man.

It wasn't anything serious.

Nope.

All of those feelings boiled over when he saw Bruce ready to go, in that heavy, mech suit.

" Bruce! " (Y/N) called out, unable to contain it anymore. Now was the time.

" I want to tell you something... I love you. I know you don't return my feelings, but I needed to tell you before you go. " (Y/N) rambled on, shutting up when when he felt Bruce's gloved hands cup his face and bring his face up to his lips.

(Y/N) swore he melted into the kiss and was sad as Bruce pulled away.

" When I come back, we are going to have a conversation about this. " Bruce announced and (Y/N) nodded.

After another brief kiss, Bruce left. (Y/N) stood there, a smile breaking out on his face. Who would have thought?

#dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #fluff #angst #fluff and angst

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d-apperc-adaver · 5 months

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FORTUNE

Green. Viridescent. It was the first colour his eyes saw and even if we were to take arbitrary guesses, it would be the last he’ll see, for he surrounds himself with green.

At first, it wasn’t ‘bout money. Truly, you could say it was never. It was about the riches of the old farts creation! it was helping and giving, and making art of trees that could conquer even the most steepest plains, that could grow tall and proud, plants of a million kinds each one of them strange or beautiful and birds of the paradise that flew like phantasms whisperings songs of holy news. It was Eden.

He always got attached to objects. I mean, if your parental figure would overlook your help you’d try harder, but cope in the lost moments of loneliness, with what you have left.

He loved his vast forests. But what he loved the most was the big dirt patch the geezer conjured on the more neglected, lower side of the planet, and he made sure that it would get the same treatment as the rest of the creations. But what was most curious about this, is that the objects he got attached to were usually of his own making. Not that he couldn’t accept gifts back then, but he just knew he didn’t deserve them.

And when he got to hell he made the greed ring in its image.Just like the Great Architect did with those humans. Of course he couldn’t replicate it or even get close to the creativity he had back than, his mind was far decayed by insects now.

He used to hate the fact that whatever he did he could not get rid of his siblings teases of how he was acting by the patern of the old geezer, take Fizzarolli and the clown pageant for example. But now he just doesn’t care anymore. He ruined one more bond, no, two. And he could care less.

For now, I can only give you a question, which the answer for might be in this very text :

“What does greedy man want?”

AHOY HOY! authors notrs! Genuinely dont know how to feel about this. So I got my inspiration from “A fallen Family“ by Anglotorn on ao3 (which got recomended to me by a lovely person in the comments of a post here on tumblr) which WAS GREAT (possible bias cause I have an oc that lives in the envy ring with a scottish accent which ties into the respectives story choice to make Leviathan have a scottish accent :] )

But ANYWAY!! Having the sins come out of the mob spawner at the beging of hell is kinda boringgg.🤑🤑🤑 i mean man. Wheres the real deal, ANGST. No owl soap opera melodrama.

And tbh Im a firm believer in “every character should have a reason“ on big choices (like not something out of your control, or talking without thinking, ehich usually has a resosbn too, despite unconscious)

ANYWAYE HOPE YOU ENJOYD GUIZ!!

#mammon meow meow #mammon king of greed #mammon helluva boss #hb mammon #hb mammon x reader #helluva boss mammon #helluva boss mammon x reader

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marilynthornhilllover · 9 months

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When you call my name. Do you think i'll come running? {Part 1}

+watch my heart burn

Summary: lady dimitrescu kills your friends but you managed to get away unnoticed, what happens when you go to work for her to get revenge on behalf of your mother? Will fate stand on your side?or will you let feelings get inside?

Lady dimitrescu x maid fem reader

Warning: insomnia, grief,anxiety, fear, slow burn, blood, cut wound, clumsy, slight depression, heartbreak,confusion,bullying, fluff.

A/n: I'm sorry if this is a bit long i just got this idea when i woke up and had to do it😌the song choice fits the fic well, recomend listening👍. Hope you all enjoy my darlings🤗💞

Part 2

You slammed your door as you sat with your knees against your chest hyperventilating. How could she do this to you. She knew what lady dimitrescu did and is capable of and yet she wishes to send you off to work for her just to get money and revenge. How heartless could your mother possibly be. You sobed as flashbacks of the night swept through your mind.

It was your friend avas birthday and you decided to go on a hunt in the woods for fun. See the nature, the beautiful things there and near. You, ava and your other 2 friends. And that's when the beast did her killings. Her long claws brutally killed ava and your friends but you got away without being seen. You were horrified, terrified.

You hated yourself after that. It was your stupid idea to go hunting. You could have went to other places for her birthday, but no you wanted to be adventurous. You got her killed, on her birthday too. ava was a good friend to you. She'll never be forgotten. When you got home you couldn't breath, you kept seeing their bodies.

Years passed and you got over it. You got therapy and you were good now. But when ever you remembered the pure lost souls that died that night, it broke your heart. But it wasn't your fault, no, never , it's not your fault that monster killed your friends, that's on her.

It was the morning of your departure and you were mid.

"You be safe now my love, my dear daughter y/n, be brave my love and remember our plans" your mother whispered in your ear before kissing your cheek.

You turned to the attendant. And softly smiled.

You got into the carriage and waved your mother goodbye. It was a long way from the village to the dimitrescu castle. Fear filled your body as you realized who's territory you were approaching. Who's house you'll be in. Who's rules you'll be following.

You breathe out a shaky breath as the lady turned around to announce your arrival. You nodded shyly, flashed her a soft smile and exited the carriage.

You were immediately met with lady dimitrescu's cold golden eyes. They show no love, no mercy no compassion. But there was a hint of something in them. Sadness? Pain? Tiredness? You didn't know but there was something under all that cover, over all thoses walls that she built up there was some pain, hurt, sorrow.

You immediately flicked your gaze to the ground and walked up to her slowly.

" good evening, lady dimitrescu" you spoke softly, hardly above a whisper. She placed her finger under your chin and averted your gaze to look into her eyes. You got lost in them for a moment. Was she the one who killed your friends? Can't be..... she's so, she looks so pure.

"I asked a question child, speak up" she growled letting your chin fall, removing her cold finger tip from your skin. You couldn't help but miss her touch for a split second. Reminding yourself who you were infront of. Reminding yourself who she is, what she is.

"I-l'm sorry m-my lady, I know you d-don't like to repeat yourself but I did not hear your last w-words" you spoke squeezing your eyes shut, hoping that she doesn't slice you to ribbons.

"Look up child, let me see thoses pretty eyes" she spoke softly. You immediately looked up at her, not wanting to anger her more incase this was a trap.

"I'm soft on newbies, if there are any slip ups, you'll be forgiven. But do not test my patience, my anger is it's own person" she firmly said finding peace and calmness in your eyes. She hummed as she took one last look at you before walking away.

"Elizabeth make sure our new member is welcomed and comfortable, and please do inform my dear daughters of our new maiden. I do not want them snacking on her for dinner" she spoke with a growl like chuckle. As if it's happened already but she didn't care but for you. She wanted no one to hurt you. You were valuable to her. A deal like no other.

The head maiden shows you around the castle, gives you background story on everything etc. She final makes her final stop, your bedroom. She opened the door and your jaw dropped. It was huge. You had a very big bed, almost as big as the bedroom and your own personal bathroom that was even bigger.

"Daniela what are you doing here" Elizabeth spoke firmly with a cocked eyebrow.

Daniela looked up from her book and glanced at you. Her smiled brighten as her eyes gleamed. She squealed as she rushed off the bed to hug you. Her cute and innocent act could have fooled anyone. Fooled you. But Elizabeth has been working here way to long to not see right through her deadly act.

" Daniela dimitrescu but can call me dani, oldest, and-" Elizabeth cut her off with the clearing of her throat. Danielle huffed and backed up.

" dont play what your not daniela. I will not take responsibility for your foolishness, remember you mothers words" she spoke seriously, eyes flashing angrily. Daniella 'ughed' rolled her eyes and disappeared into files.

Elizabeth turns to you and holds you by both arms.

" theses people aren't as dangerous as they look,you hear me. Just don't fall into their trap and DO NOT GET ON THEIR NERVES." She spoke.

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially I she finds you useful. And what she did with you outside she's never done with other maiden. Count yourself lucky cause she already likes you,but do not take it for granted. She doesn't slice anyone to ribbons unless they do a God forbidden thing. Stand your ground, don't look weak, it's yes mistress or yes my lady same goes for when your saying no. Stay away from her daughters unless she asks you to give them something which she wont because your new" she rambled rules and guides for you until she was completely out of breath.

She really cared for you. She's seen some fucked up shit go down in the castle and she's gonna look out for you.

" lastly, the lady always test every new maids loyalty and ability to follow instructions, always listen to what she says and read in-between the lines and pick your words and responds very wisely. Oh and always be up before 7:00, that's it, if I missed any you'll find them in your ground rules book" she kissed your cheek and proceeded to walk out.

" hey lizzy" you called out stoping her in her tracks, though she didn't turn around you can tell she was listening.

"Thank you" you said softly as you smiled. She turned around and flashed you a warm smile.

" of course. Your one of us now y/n. Even though you might not like the lady. You will follow her oders. There's a track if your the exercise type and there's a library. You'll always be working so no time to fool around." She said before closing the door.

You hummed and walked around the room. It was nice. You walked over to the bed where your maid uniform was laid neatly. And bedside it had a note.

- Welcome To House Dimitrescu, your shift starts at 9:30 AM ends at 10:35 pm for now. Any enquiries ask lady sepol, head maiden better known as Elizabeth.

You looked at the time and realized that you only had 20 minutes til you had to be one duty. You quickly got dress and went downstairs. The first thing on your list was doing the dishes then sweeping in the evening and tidying up in the night.

You entered the kitchen but a girl stopped you and pinned a fancy name tagg onto your uniform.

You smiled softly at her but she doesn't smile back, instead she gives you a disgusting look. What's that for you thought to yourself. But then you remembered Elizabeth's words. "Don't show weakness". you must have been so caught up in thought that you didn't even notice you had bumped into someone.

" sorry, I'm so s-" you tried to wip the water off her clothes but she slapped your hand away harshly.

" watch where your going newbie what are you blind? Are has the the salary amount gotten to your head bitch?" She spat glaring at you, before you can apologize again a voice speaks up behind her.

" Oh Leah give her a break. You were once new too" she spoke softly. The girl turned to glare at the woman huffing.

"Yeah but I wasn't this blind was i?" She spoke before walking off bumping into your shoulder harshly.

You sighed as you mouthed 'thank you' to the lady before moving to the sink to do your job.

" Sarah. Sarah mildow. Assistant head maiden" she spoke softly offering you her hand.

You smiled at her and shaked it.

"Y/n y/l/n" you said, she nodded and went back to stacking the wine.

"Don't come off as weak, my sweet girl. But don't fight back" she mumbled, winking at you when she looked up. You pressed your lips together and went back to washing.

"What are you doing?" Asked the same girl from earlier. You wondered if she was crazy... or maybe she's the blind one. Can't she just cut you some slack.

"Didn't you read the freaking ground rules? Only wash the dishes with stain dish soap remover, now your gonna have to wash all those over and now your gonna be late for your next shift But oh well not my problem" she laughed wickly and left.

You bit your lip and growned, now you'll have to re-wash 150 plates. You got to work and finished late. You quickly started doing your second shift for the day and it was around dinner time for the dimitrescu family. As you were sweeping the floor near the kitchen you hear lots of noise.

There's was shouting and yelling and it was loud. How could human beings shout so loud without their voice box being damaged or getting hoarseness But then it hit you. They weren't human.

You entered the dinning room area and quietly sweep the floors. The entire time lady dimitrescu had her eyes fixed on you. You could feel them pulling at you, heating your skin. You tried desperately to make yourself smaller.

" doing that isn't gonna make you disappear draga"she spoke loudly the table going quiet. Her daughters looked at her weirdly but soon realized she wasn't talking to them. Lady dimitrescu has never called a maiden that. Never ever. A couple maids who were picking up the left over foods were astonished. You didn't know what the word meant or what kind of people she says it to but all you knew you wanted to disappear.

"Come take this to the kitchen pet" she spoke firmly, watching as your shakily walked over to her avoiding her gaze. As you picked up the glass, your shaking hands caused it to drop and break. The girls began to laugh as tears welled in your eyes. Can't you do anything right. Lady dimitrescu wasn't angry though, she kept looking at you with curiosity and hope.

" Leah clean this up. As for you my dear get started on your other shift. " she spoke as she got up to leave the table. You were too scared to move. This lady dimitrescu noticed and chuckled. She gently placed her hands on your hips and moved you to the side so she can get up from her chair. Her hands on your waist felt magical.

She held you close as she whispered into your ear. The smell of strong rich people perfume and smoke over take your senses.

" That's already one slip up and it's only your first day,my love"

She removed her hands and walked away, her daughters vanished into a vast of flies. Leah pushed you which caused you to fall and cut your finger on the shareds of glass on the floor. She grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at her.

" i don't hate you y/n, but get your shit together because I don't want to clean up any more maiden blood" she said, letting go of you and walking away to go get the broom.

You finished your shifts and went to your room.

You took a cold shower and went to bed. Thankfully you weren't to late for bed. It's was only 11:08pm. You sighed as you set your alarm for tomorrow and closed your eyes. You twisted and turned no matter what you did you couldn't sleep. Maybe it's because of who's house you were sleeping in.

You sighed as you looked at the time.

12:15pm. You groaned. You really wanted to get some rest before getting for 5:00 tomorrow. You remember Elizabeth said that there's a library. Maybe if you read you'll eventually fall asleep, yeah.

You got up and threw on a thin comfy butterfly multi color robe and went to the library. As you entered your jaw dropped. It was amazing. It was definitely bigger than your room, and it had 4 floors filled with shelfs and books.

You smiled as you walked over to one of the isle. You couldn't find anything you like so you decided to move to a next one. As you came out you saw lady dimitrescu sitting on the couch with her hair undone, makeup off, comfy lace night gown and her reading glasses. Your eyes flicked down to her smooth legs. Her porcelain skin was glowing in the fire place light. It's rare anyone sees her like this.

Your eyes flicked down lower to her red toes and back up to the book she was reading. "Bows and arrows of a fool" it sounds interesting you think to yourself. You flicked your eyes higher to see lady dimitrescu looking at you over her glasses.

Fear builds in you as you quickly pull back and hide.

" I already saw you draga mea. Come out pet" she said sighing as she closed the book. You repeated the word shit over and over again and she shyly came around the corner and stood some distance away from her. You kept looking at the ground and fidgeting with your fingers.

" what difference does it make you look at me in secret but hide your pretty eyes from me in public child" she said changing her position in the chair. You heard how it creaked as it accommodates her weight.

Her eyes racked up your body. Fragile, valuable, fearful, shy there's so many words she can use to describe you just by looking at you.

"Come sit child" she spoke, her tone more soft and gentle. Although alcina was rough and cold on the outside on the inside she was just someone who didn't have a choice, someone who life beat up really bad, someone pure. You moved slowly to stand infront of her, still no eye contact was made.

She pulled you onto her lap and cradled you. Running her hand gently through your hair. You couldn't help but melt into her embrace. Her touch was soft and gentle despise her cold demeanor. She smelled like lavender and wine, with a hint of smoke.

You wrapped your arms around her neck and snuggled into her neck. She gently placed a kiss to your forehead and started rubbing shapes onto your thighs, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

" couldn't sleep draga?" She asked lifting your chin so she can look at you. You looked so scared, so tried. It broke her heart slightly. After thousands of eyes of feeling no other emotion other than anger and rage, alcina actually felt sorryful. Yet she didn't quite know what for. But holding you made something in her heart break. Maybe it was the love ones she killed for you and didn't know.

If she knew you were the one who got away that night what would she do?. Would she even be holding you? Kissing your skin? Calling you draga.

"Why do you fear me, darling?" She asked truthfully. Why would someone fear her to their core but still wish to be her hand cloth. Money make people do stupid things all the time but working for her, even money wouldn't make someone do something so risky. Especially with the type of anger she holds.

So why does a sweet angel dove like you wish to be in her presence? It simply amazes her. You both got lost in each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity. On til something in you snapped. She killed your friends. But yet here you lay in her arms, fearless. As if nothing happened.

You wanted to ask her the question so bad, why did you do it? There were so many questions you wanted to ask her. Because if she was the brutal monster every one claims she is, why is she so pure?

" I'll take my leave now, my lady" you spoke quietly, removing yourself from her embrace. You were supposed to ask her permission to leave yet her anger is far from building. What spell does this girl have on me, alcina thought to herself. You slowly backed out of the room. Elizabeth's voice ringing in your ear.

" theses people are not as dangerous as they look you hear me?"

"Lady dimitrescu is a very nice lady, especially if she finds you useful"

"What she did with you was rare, count yourself lucky, but don't take in for granted"

You felt dizzy, like your world was spinning. Your friends death flash before your eyes. Alcinas pure eyes. Elizabeth's words. She can't be the monster that killed them.... can she?

The real question is why does she like you? She she have a plan? Because so do you....

You make you way to your room speed walking as fast as you could. Not wanting to run to make a scene to the night shift guard maids. You enter your room and quickly lock the door behind you. You jump into your bed and cover yourself under the duvet.

Tomorrow is a new day. You thought to yourself. Your mother's voice echo in your head.

"She's a monster, but we'll get our revenge."

"Don't trust her y/n, be brave and remember the plan"

You soon fell asleep hoping that tomorrow doesn't cause trouble.....

#lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescuxreader #alcina x y/n #alcina x maiden #resident evil alcina #alcina demitriscu #alcina x reader #re8 alcina #resdient evil #alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #fanfic #fypシ゚viral #slow burn #liturature #Spotify

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silvervinewine · 1 year

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Hii! I hope you don't mind if I make a request here, because I dont really know where to- Although if you do see this, could you please write headcannons for some of the genshin men (Like Alhaitham, Diluc, etc.) on how they'd act when reader introduces them to their parents? Feel free to ignore this if you dont have time tho!! Thank you sm :)) <33

MEET MY PARENTS (W/ ALHAITHAM, DILUC SEPERATELY)

DILUC: AUTHORITARIAN PARENTS (also commonly known as, "i just want the best for you" parents)

your parents were rather worried about you, after all the man you had brought home was not a lawyer, or a doctor? how would you live with that?

you needed to get a good man, a man that would not be bankrupt any time soon.

needless to say when you brought home DILUC RAGNVINDR, known socialite and sought after bachelor, your parents were more than welcoming.

as soon as he pulled up in his fancy car, with one of his finest suits on, you knew you were in for a ride.

as soon as you welcomed in your boyfriend into your parents' home, was he bombarded with questions.

"where did you study?"

"how much do you make?"

"what are you planning to do with our child?"

"why did you choose them?

just your regular strict parents' shenanigans.

the formal dinner you organized, felt more like an interview, with every single response of his precisely calculated in their wording.

after everything he looks at you with pleading eyes as he paid the bill and left with you.

immediatly hugs you as you arrive at your home.

"felt like he was being watched by hawks."

you chuckle at his comment, as you lay down with him.

"you know, even if they don't look like it" you looked at him, "they actually really really like you."

"i mean you're serious, rich and good looking, everything up to their standard."

he smiled at the comment, after all if he wanted to marry you he would need to get your parent's approval.

AL HAITHAM: AUTHORATIVE PARENTS (also commonly known as, sane parents which love each other very much, #mommy issues)

while somewhat demanding, your parents never really asked much of you.

"just live a happy life, work hard to get what you want and always learn from your mistakes."

you were never asked to get a partner, you were never asked to settle down like this, yet you still chose to get a boyfriend.

AL HAITHAM was always a wallflower, your boyfriend smart academically, stupid socially.

he liked you, you were someone interested in the same things he was, you were someone he could lean on.

you two rode peacefully to the little quaint house your parents' resided on, as soon as you came in you were greeted with cheery smiles and laughs.

the meeting or... hangout spot was a little picnic in a nearby park. a place where you often used to hang out with old friends while sitting around telling stupid jokes while walking around.

you noticed how AL HAITHAM was reluctant to your parents' kindness, while your parents strolled around ocassionally picking up conversation with him he really didn't reciprocate.

you really got it, he wasn't much for small talk.

only ever really nodding or making small comments, chipping in with his commentary here and there.

that was until your mother asked him what he studied, things got real after that.

he looked up and started explaining his past lecture, rambling on about the foreign policies he was interested and the importance of proper storage of information and all that.

yeah needless to say, AL HAITHAM was personally invited to the next big family event by part of your parents' recomendation, he was real glad to have met them.

in reality, even though he did not show it enough, he really appreciated both you and your parents.

(A/N i used some psychology terms to explain the personalities of different parents, sorry if the personalities of these did not apply to your parents. thought this arrangement was necessary as there's no one size fits all in these type of fics.)

#silver writes!#al haitham #al haitham x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenerious #al haitham x you #diluc x you #diluc ragnivindr x you

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f1-disaster-bi · 9 months

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This screams Dando.

Bkth wanting to fall in love but because they're drivers they try this new anonymous app and immediately hit it of. They decide to meet and guess who is there when they arrive. Right, the other one but they can't see their date(s) so they begin to chat to pass the time.

Later they go back to the app and ask why the other was a no show but they said they were there, wtf.

I feel like Daniel would be the first one to get it and make the moves on Lando who is just hella confused but also has a crush on Dan for the longest time

IT DOES OMG

Daniel has been on the app for a while. He's had some great conversations, got some great food and music recomendations and he made friends with some of the people he went out with. However he has never found a person that suited him, or that he felt that instant vibe with until he matches with a guy who's name is some ridiculous gamer tag-esque.

Daniel doesn't think much will come of it, especially when the guy starts the conversation with a meme but Dan responds. The more he talks to this guy, the more he finds himself smiling. He can't wait to chat to him, to make jokes just to get the other's gif of a dog hiding it's face, and after chatting for two months, Dan wants to meet him.

Lando joined the app to get over the crush he's had on Daniel. Max F pushes him to join it and use it after he starts dating his girlfriend from using the app, so Lando gives it a go. He gives himself a stupid gamer name that has Max telling him he's an idiot but then he comes across the profile of a guy that makes him laugh so he chances it. He makes the first move, and he ends up falling head over heels for the anonymous dude so when the guy asks to meet at a discrete place, Lando agrees

He spends ages trying to find the perfect outfit and he's so nervous when he gets there that seeing Daniel is a shock. He's a little flustered because of all the poeple to be there, it has to be the man he's been pining for? Dan doesn't spot him at first, but when he does, he makes his way over to Lando and gives him a big hug. They make smallt alk, have some jokes, and then split up because they both realise they got there early and are waiting for their date

Lando goes onto the app first and messages Daniel. He messages him that hes at the bar and sends a description of what he's wearing in case he can't see him, and when Dan recieves the message he just freezes because "fuck", and his heart is pounding. Daniel had had a crussh on Lando that he's been trying to push down but here he is. He's here, he's been talking to Dan for two months but he doesn't know if Lando would want this if he knew it was Daniel

So Daniel takes the leap, he slides up beside Lando again and he smiles, teasing him about his username on the app. When Lando looks confused, Daniel shows him his phone and Lando goes white and looks as if he's going to flee until Dan puts a hand on his waist and goes "Isn't it funny how I downloaded this stupid app to get rid of this crush I had on this teammate I had called Lando, only to end up matching with him. It must be fate", and that has Lando ducking his head shyly and smiling because "I was trying to get over this guy named Daniel..."

They end up having dinner and it's better than either of them could ever have imagined, especially when the night ends with a kiss

#dando #daniel/lando #lando/daniel

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bippot · 1 year

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Summary: Of all the traits of Bob, his girlfriend has a particular gripe with how polite he is. Usually, it's a good aspect of him. Sometimes it can be a little annoying, especially if she's lacking sleep.

But, that's okay. She has her own special way to force him to be a little more casual in her home.

Tags: Established Relationship, Teasing, Bath Sex, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Nude Photos, bob fucks

Song recomendation: Kiss U Right Now by DUCKWRTH

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

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Life with Robert Floyd was pretty damn good as it turned out. He was sweet, attentive, loving… and polite. So very, very polite. His mama taught him to never go through a ladies bag, to walk on the road side of the sidewalk and to always knock before entering someone's home.

"Bobby, it's three in the morning," Y/N whined as she opened her apartment door for him.

Bob had been at the Hard Deck with his buddies and he nominated himself to be designated driver, which meant that he had to make multiple journeys to get everyone back. Originally, Phoenix had been the other driver but Rooster managed to convince her to join in on the merriment when he not so subtly implied that she couldn't go toe to toe with Hangman in a shot contest. She won. And, ultimately, was too drunk to drive a mechanic death machine so Bob had to pick up the slack.

And then Fanboy only let Bob leave once he'd explained the entire first five seasons of Supernatural in an insane amount of detail, slurring his way through it and using his hands to wildly gesture about all the ways Dean died. It took him twenty whole minutes to describe the episode Mystery Spot.

Now it was three am and all he wanted to do was see his lovely girlfriend and crawl into bed, but he had to knock on her door beforehand. That was proper etiquette after all. "Wanted to see you, darlin," Bob answered with a smile in his voice as the door swung open to reveal his love dressed in a hastily tied robe, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"You know where I hide the spare key. The key that you could've used," she complained halfheartedly and closed the door behind him. She took his hand and led him to her room with a disgruntled huff.

"My mama -"

"I know what your mama says."

They reached the bed and she let go of his hand to flop face first on the bed, causing Bob to chuckle as he watched her. She turned over and pouted at him.

"What's that face for?"

Nothing. No response.

"You're so cute when you're all pouty."

Ignoring that, she scrambled under the covers and pretended to be asleep in order to not answer that question. Bob rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed where her head rested. With one finger, he brushed some loose hair out of her face, causing her to crack one eye open.

"You gonna tell me?"

"No," Y/N whispered, closing her eye again. "Sleep now…" she added as she snuggled into the warmth of the duvet and burrowed further into it. He shook his head fondly as he got in beside her.

At first he thought she might've fallen straight back to the land of Nod, but he knew better than that. Y/N was not asleep yet. And, she was trying very hard not to pay attention to him. "Baby?" Bob asked quietly, hoping to coax her into looking at him. She turned to face him and saw how he was the one pouting, using those puppy dog eyes that always worked. "You look awfully lonely over there all by yourself."

Her expression softened at the sight of that innocent grin and she sighed. There was no way she could resist, not when he looked so darn adorable. She opened her arms and invited him into them. "C'mere, baby, c'mere," she cooed softly and Bob wasted no time in climbing into her arms, nuzzling his nose against hers. She gave a content sigh and ran her fingers up and down his spine. "Don't get all grumpy when I get up in four hours and wake you up when I go to work."

"I thought you had tomorrow off."

"Nope."

Oh, now he knew why she was annoyed at him. He pulled away just enough to look at her with that stupidly adorable grin, keeping a firm grip around her waist as he decided to try and soothe her with gentle kisses against her cheek and lips until she finally let herself smile. "There she is," Bob murmured with satisfaction at her face brightening up, before beginning his assault on her lips again and again. It didn't take long until he had successfully gotten a slew of soft giggles out of her.

"Stop," she laughed when he began kissing along her neck and collarbone, leaving wet smudges of saliva on her skin. "Bobby, stop. Stooooop, baby. I want to sleep. Let me sleep now."

"Alright, alright," he conceded with a satisfied hum, nipping gently at her collar bone before he settled his head onto her shoulder. He felt her arm come to wrap around him, pulling him impossibly closer. Their bodies moulded together as one, their limbs sleepily tangled together with their legs intertwined underneath the sheets. His strong fingers began tracing lazy patterns along her abdomen and up to her rib cage in an effort to ensure she drifted off faster. He felt her breathing even out into something more peaceful and rhythmic, before he finally succumbed to sleep too.

All too soon, they woke to her alarm clock's incessant wailing. Both were groaning as Y/N reached out to turn it off while Bob rolled over to let her out of bed, but she didn't. She set a new alarm and crawled back in, curling into his warm embrace.

"Thought you had to get up?" he whispered, his morning voice raspy and deep.

"l can skip some parts of my routine, babe," she assured him before yawning. "Besides, maybe I'm trying to catch up on the sleep that I lost."

They lay there for a while just enjoying each other's closeness, listening to the sounds of the city outside their window until, finally, she sat up and stretched. Yet, that didn't last long since he guided her by the shoulders back against the mattress with a sleepy, "Your alarm hasn't gone off yet, darlin."

There was merit to what he said, and why not use it to her advantage? She tilted his chin up with her index finger and kissed him softly, urging against his lips, "Say something else. You always sound so sexy in the morning."

"Me? Sexy? That is debatable."

"Oh Bobby... You sound so good."

With that, he propped himself on his elbow and grinned down at her, reaching up to lightly caress her face. Then, slowly, he lowered himself to kiss her passionately, cupping her jawline as he did so to deepen the kiss and draw out a moan from her. During their smooch, he pulled her knee over his leg and his hand slid further and further up her thigh until he reached her panties "Nu-uh, not enough time for that," she whispered breathlessly as she stopped his hand before he started something that they'd have to finish.

"But-"

He was interrupted as she pressed her lips against his once more, effectively silencing him and driving him mad with desire. A desire that increased when she started moving her lips down his neck, nibbling and pecking at every inch of exposed flesh she came across.

"Baby, your words and your mouth are giving me very different messages," he groaned as she paid attention to his pulse point, harshly sucking down on it and sending shivers throughout his entire body. He was putty in her hands, completely submissive as she teased him thoroughly, taking her sweet time in every way possible until he was almost panting in anticipation for the moment when she would let him touch her.

Desperately, he moved his hands to the top of the robe to pull it from her body in an attempt to expose her breasts, but she slapped his hands away and chuckled against his skin. He couldn't help himself but grind against her, his arousal growing exponentially by the second.

But she wasn't done teasing him yet. She pushed him to lie on his back once more, crawling on top of him with a mischievous look in her eyes. All Bob could do was look up at her with sleepy, needy eyes as she stared down at him, a small, sly smile playing upon her lips. She reached out to run one hand down his chest, her nails leaving small red trails behind them. His eyes followed her fingertips and, without thinking twice, he caught her hand to place a kiss against her knuckles, pouting in an effort to convince her to let him relieve some of the tension she'd built up.

"You're so cute when you're all pouty," she replied in a mocking tone, leaning down to capture her his lips before she quickly got off him. As soon as she was out of his reach and moving towards the bathroom, she called over her shoulder, "Good luck trying to go back to sleep with a boner."

She heard him give a loud, exasperated groan and a "Well played!" as he realised what she'd done.

After the quickest shower possible, Y/N returned to the bedroom to get dressed and found Bob staring at the ceiling with an amused smile on his face. When he noticed her watching him, he winked and gestured to the noticeable tent in the duvet that had formed during their make out session earlier.

"Still hard I see."

"It did go down, but then I thought about what you did again and...right back up."

"Aw, poor baby," she teased, running her hand over the protrusion in the duvet, causing him to bite his bottom lip and let out a deep, staggered breath as she continued to rile him up. She gave him another peck on the lips before standing and gathering her bag. "Sweet dreams, Floyd."

"Yeah… Love you too," he said to himself as she left for work, watching as her form got further and further away from him until she rounded the corner, disappearing from his view completely. He let out a defeated sigh and flopped back against the pillow.

Maybe, just maybe, he could try to get back to sleep after all. He closed his eyes and tried to will sleep to claim him. But of course, it wouldn't be so easy. His mind seemed determined to stay active and active it stayed as he pictured her naked and spread out beneath him, letting out little moans and cries of pleasure as he worshipped her body with his tongue and fingers. He imagined her writhing under him as he took her in his arms and she gave off those beautiful screams. They sounded so heavenly that he couldn't keep himself from imagining how her lips would feel against his, the softness between her thighs and the sensation of having her in his palms.

"Don't let her win," Bob muttered under his breath before turning onto his side and burying his face into the pillow, hoping that it would block out his fantasies. However, it seemed that it was no use whatsoever as images of what he wanted flashed through his mind, over and over like a broken record.

Eventually, unable to handle it any longer, he got out of bed and started his day off. The rest of the morning went by rather uneventfully as he lounged about. Honestly, it would've been easier to ignore if he actually had something to do, but alas, it was his day off. It was his day to relax. So, he did exactly what any other person would do: laze about. And by 'laze' he meant that he went to her kitchen and made himself a coffee and wandered aimlessly through the house for a while.

After all, his mind kept going back to her. Which, frankly, made him want nothing more than to just fuck her senseless right where she stood and not think anymore about anything but his lust.

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"Hey, Bobby," she greeted as she answered the call on the third ring. He'd given in. "Still in bed?"

"No, no I'm up, sorry. Just got distracted," he admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to find the right words to describe his current predicament.

She gave a quick glance around to ensure she was alone, knowing why he was calling as soon as she heard his reply. "Distracted by what, baby?"

"You..."

"Mm-hmm... What am I gonna do with this information?"

A low chuckle escaped him. "I don't know... maybe take advantage of it later?" he suggested suggestively as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

"Later, huh? Why are you calling me now then?" she asked with a smirk as she sat down on the table in her office, her legs crossed in front of her. "Couldn't wait until I got home?"

The corners of his mouth turned upwards at her teasing question and he shook his head, smiling widely. She always knew exactly what to say to get the reaction she needed out of him. It never ceased to amaze him that she managed to get such a response out of him so easily.

"Darlin', we both know why I'm calling," he said matter of factly as his face grew serious, his gaze flickering down to his underwear. He didn't bother redressing when he got out of bed because why? Why would he? All he added was her satin robe as the delivery man didn't need to see him in his boxers (plus, it made him feel luxurious).

"I know what you want, Floyd," she cooed playfully. Then before he could respond, she abruptly ended the call, laughing gleefully in triumph as the grin on her face only widened as she listened to the sound of his sexually frustrated grunts as she hung up on him.

Bob had never rolled his eyes so hard in his life. But they almost bulged out of his head when she sent him a rather risqué photo of her unbuttoned uniform, her bra and breasts exposed, and ready to be marked by him. Her caption simply read, 'Which one are you using, left or right hand?' He didn't respond out of defiance.

When the enviable moment finally came for Y/N to return to her apartment, she opened the door to find Bob waiting impatiently on the couch, a huge smirk adorning his handsome features as he tried to maintain his focus on the book he was reading.

Without even saying a word, she walked straight to the back of the sofa and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing herself close against him and nuzzling her nose in the crook of his neck to tease him further, feeling his tense muscles relax instantly. His head fell backwards, exposing the column of his neck, so obviously, she placed kisses all along it.

"Have fun today?" Y/N purred seductively against his skin. He smiled as her soft, wet kisses trailed down towards his collarbone. His hand made it to the back of her head and guided her lips to his, deepening the kiss immediately. Admittedly, it was an awkward angle - almost like a far less cool Spiderman kiss - but it was overflowing with pure passion.

They pulled apart, panting slightly. Y/N giggled as she saw that there were small hickeys dotting his neck. She ran her index finger across each and every one of them, smirking smugly at the sight of it.

"You never answered my question."

"Would've preferred it if you were home with me," he mumbled between pecks to her cheek and jawline, earning him another giggle.

"Is that so?"

"Uh-huh."

Y/N chuckled as she stood straighter and left him hanging once again. She walked to her room to drop off her bag, knowing full well that he was still on the couch and mentally arguing with himself whether he should follow her or not. It didn't take long for him to make his mind up as he bounded off the couch and raced after her.

Yet, as he reached her room, she'd already slipped away into the bathroom and, of course he continued to follow her, not before he knocked on the door and politely asked, "Can I come in, darlin?"

No response.

"Please?"

Still nothing.

"Oh, fuck it."

Sorry to his mama, Bob opened the door without permission, revealing a grinning Y/N who was leant against the sink as she waited for her bath to fill up and her man to finally understand that he didn't need to be so formal with her.

"Funny seeing you here, Robert."

Wordlessly, he stood before her and began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, taking his sweet time with it to reveal her body to him and allow his wandering eyes to enjoy the sight for as long as they could. Her lips curled into a seductive smile as she watched him undress her body inch by inch, allowing him the opportunity to admire every single part of her body he desired to touch. When the last button of her blouse was open, she raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to continue with her trousers next.

With the same sultry look in her eye, she leaned forward until she was only millimetres away from him before whispering, "Did my photo do me justice?"

He looked at her with an appreciative, lustful expression on his face as he cupped her face between his hands and brought their lips together for a passionate kiss. Y/N gladly returned the gesture, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist as he pushed her against the wall behind her, keeping the kiss as deep and heated as ever.

"Baby, the bath is going to overflow soon," Bob warned her in a hushed tone as he broke away and reluctantly pulled himself away to turn the taps off.

Without asking beforehand, he sunk into the hot water, causing him to groan as soon as he felt the heat envelop his body, relaxing every muscle in his body as a content smile formed on his face. "What? Are you not going to join me? Don't the bubbles look inviting, sweetness?" he teased, leaning over the edge of the tub and flashing her his most charming smile.

His glasses were already fogging up from the steam, obscuring his vision somewhat so Y/N carefully removed them from his face and placed them on the countertop beside her before joining him inside the warm bath, resting her head against his shoulder as they enjoyed the quiet blissfulness of each other's company for a few blissful moments.

They were silent for a while, merely content just basking in the comfort of each other as they soaked in the warmth of the hot tub and let their minds wander.

"Sorry for teasing you all day, big guy. Was just too grumpy and horny to resist," she apologised, reaching out to stroke his forearm gently as she did so and looking up at him with a soft smile on her face. He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled past his lips as he brought his arm down to wrap it around her and pull her closer to his body.

"At least I got that photo of your boobs from it," he reassured her as he dipped his head down to rest his chin on her shoulder affectionately. "That's gonna come in real handy when I'm away from you. Add it to my collection."

Y/N laughed, tilting her head up to press a gentle kiss to his jawline then rested her cheek against it, enjoying how relaxed he seemed in her presence. She hummed thoughtfully as her fingers toyed with his, running her fingertips up and down each digit slowly.

As much as she loved to tease him, she loved when he was completely at ease with her. When he wasn't being cautious, or shy, or afraid of hurting her feelings, or anything else that might have kept her at arm's length. When he was comfortable enough to show his feelings openly - without hiding behind walls or masks or layers and layers of taught manners and etiquette - he was the sappiest big ol' Teddy bear of a guy she'd ever met.

"I wish I had a unique way to say this, but I don't. You deserve something eloquent and poetic about how I feel about you, but honestly, all I can think of saying is that I love you. So very much," Y/N said quietly, letting her words hang in the air as she leaned further into his embrace.

There was no denying that Bob's cheeks significantly raised in temperature. He could claim that it was due to the warm bath water, but they'd both know that would be a lie.

"So very much, huh?"

"Yup."

She felt his lips against the skin of her shoulder softly and he whispered back, "Good job I love you so very much too." Then, to make sure she really knew it was the truth, he attacked the side of her face with annoying "Mwah" sound effects and sloppy kisses, eliciting a loud giggle from the woman in his grasp.

In no time at all, those cutesy little smooches became longer and more needy as Bob's hand slid its way down her stomach to find her clit. His mouth never left her skin while his fingers teased her sensitive clit with firm circle motions, making her melt in complete bliss. She moaned loudly with a slight whimper as his fingers found her opening.

"Be nice and say please," he urged, smiling against her ear when he felt her squirm under his touch.

"Please, baby," Y/N pleaded, biting back a moan as his finger entered her body rather abruptly. With his free hand, Bob let his hand grasp and grope at her chest roughly, pinching her nipple between two fingers. Her whole body shuddered and her breath hitched, causing her to bite her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning any louder.

"Good girl," he praised her and moved his hand from her breast higher and higher until he reached the base of her neck. He bit at the side of it playfully and left indents of his teeth marks on her smooth skin, sending a delightful tingle throughout her entire body.

Another finger was added to the mix as he stroked it inside her relentlessly, so much that she hooked her leg over the side of the bath to allow him more room to explore. She dug her nails into his forearm as she moaned lowly in pleasure, unable to keep her composure. Every thrust of his fingers made her crave him more desperately.

"Oh god, baby, you're so beautiful," Bob gasped, trying and failing to hide his arousal, especially since she could feel it as she rubbed up against his cock every time she squirmed in his lap. "Could watch you look like this all day. All day, my love."

She whined, closed her eyes and gave in to his touch even more as his grip tightened around her throat as his fingers pumped faster and harder inside her. The sounds of her pleasure accompanied by splashing water filled the bathroom until Y/N let out a particularly staggered high pitched whimper and bucked her hips upward, her walls clenching around his fingers which made him pump even quicker and more forcefully than before.

"Yeah, that's it baby!" he cheered. "Come for me...Come on...."

With every word he uttered, she felt like she was falling even deeper into ecstasy, as if she had been plunged right into a pool of fire as she came undone for the man below her. "So good for me," Bob praised while soothingly kissing her temple and he felt her body relax against his as she tried to catch her breath, the feeling of his hard shaft rubbing against her butt driving her wild.

Once she felt calm enough, she slowly leant over to pull the plug out and let some water our, not all of it but just enough that they wouldn't flood her home. Sexy times can be messy especially when you're in a bathtub filled with warm water.

"We've never fucked in the bath before," he mused as he got out and twirled his pointer finger in a circle so she'd get the memo to turn away from the taps. Now, with Y/N in position, Bob got back in behind her but now he had enough space to do whatever he wanted since she was the one trapped between him and the porcelain.

Teasingly, he ran the tip of his cock along the seam of her wet folds and pressed lightly against the sensitive area, just to hear her gasp loudly. He smirked at her reaction and continued to rub his shaft up and down her ass, causing her to arch her back in response.

"Bob..." she panted, her voice raspy. He didn't miss the obvious desire in her voice. "Want me to be polite? Please. Pretty please."

That was exactly what he wanted to hear and that was exactly why he slowly pushed into her, one hand gripping her hip and the other the side of the bath so he wouldn't slip. Her hands grasped onto the back of the tub as he slowly started moving, pushing in deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of her. She gasped loudly and looked back at him expectantly once he had stopped moving. He stared back at her with lust clouding his gaze and a wide smile stretched across his lips that showed off his dimples.

"Gonna start to move now, baby," he murmured huskily, leaning forward and capturing her lips with his in an open mouthed kiss that was nothing short of heated and desperate as if he was going to devour her whole. Bob pulled away slightly as he watched his cock slide in and out of her with each deep thrust, feeling the tightness of her inner muscles squeezing his dick tightly in return.

Harsh splashing was mixed with the slap of his hips hitting her ass repeatedly as she rocked her hips, encouraging him to fuck her with everything that he had. Each time his cock penetrated her, he was overwhelmed with intense satisfaction, watching the way she cried out and writhed beneath him, moaning with every push of his hips, every thrust into her slick depths.

As his strokes sped up and increased their speed with each passing thrust, Y/N clutched at the edge of the tub to anchor herself as Bob pulled at her hair to bring her flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck and sucking harshly on her pulse point. His hot tongue darted over and around her delicate skin, leaving a burning sensation wherever he kissed.

During the passion, Y/N made the wrong move and took her grip off the tub to attach it in his hair, but it was slippy and, if Bob hadn't managed to grab her in time, she would've slipped forward and bumped against the porcelain. "Oh shit," she exclaimed in surprise as Bob caught her and steadied her weight.

"This definitely would be an OSHA violation."

"Neither of us are at work?"

"It was a bad joke, okay?"

"Would've been so much easier to do this in the bed."

"It's not as sexy then, darlin."

They paused for a moment to let out a slew of giggles, neither of them having the strength to hold back the laughter anymore. "Are you ready?" Bob asked once he regained control of himself again. She nodded eagerly, awkwardly reaching behind to slap him on the ass almost as if she was telling him to 'giddy-up'.

Bob chuckled and shook of his head before getting back to it, brushing the wet hair off her shoulder so he could leave a bunch of dark, purple hickeys as he pounded into her in earnest. It wasn't long before her knuckles turned white since she was holding on for dear life as the climax built again, her legs beginning to shake violently underneath his touch.

Bob couldn't contain himself when he felt her pussy clamp tight around his dick, the vibrations of her orgasm shooting through him in such a way that sent goosebumps all over his skin and caused him to release loudly into her as he let out a loud grunt and dropped his forehead into the crook of her neck, his arm still holding her tight against his chest.

After a moment of silence where they simply breathed heavily, Bob spoke first. "Would it be stupid of me to say that this is the wet-est you've ever been for me?"

"Yes, Bobby. It would." She let out an exhausted huff. "Shit, I should've washed my hair."

"You still can."

"I don't want your cum in my hair."

He raised his eyebrow and retorted, "You've never had a problem with that before," as he let go of her waist, helped her out of the bathtub and wrapped a towel around her. "I'm in the mood to watch a movie. How about we order pizza, have a cold beer and watch some cheesy romcom?"

An even more pleased expression appeared on her face as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pleaded, "Please."

The next several hours passed relatively quickly. They cuddled up on the couch with very little clothes on, watching a god awful romance movie, eating too many slices of pizza and drinking too many bevies. By the time night fell outside the window, both of them were completely out of the count.

#bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob fucks #bob floyd #top gun maverick #Youtube

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im-not-a-l0ser · 2 months

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The Michie Playlist

Click Here to listen to the playlist on Spotiy Click Here to listen to the playlist on youtube Click Here to see my opinion on the og (@wildrottingworms) playlist recomendations Click Here to see my opinion on other song requests (@24-guy, @milgram) for the playlist

Okay, so I analyse these the same as the others because I added these just with the 'oh, i think this'll be good for them,' thought, I didn't listen to them and then add them.

My Strange Addiction: I already talked about this song being michie, so this is actually the only one that I listened to and then added, and the reason this playlist exists.

Ocean Eyes: Do I... Do I need to explain this choice? I feel like I don't.

A Million Dreams: Yes, absolutely, super cute for childhood friends michie, adult reformed Richie; perfect.

Rewrite the Stars: Okay stick with me. For most of the song, Max is Zac Efron and Richie is Zendaya— except the very last by Zendaya, that is Max. Okay, do you see? Do you see my vision?

Tightrope: I really do love this for them, but I. I don't know why it makes me think more of Swedish Barbeque. Realistically its more lautski, but in either case, i still really like it for Michie. It's staying

Teen Idle: Okay, so this kinda breaks my rule. This song is about Richie, so it should be on the Richie playlist— but it's only under the context of Michie, specifically childhood friends Michie. It's about Richie regretting not following Max's path by his side so they could be together. Do you see? Do you... am I wrong? And then that slow verse is Max I think. Listening to it, I think that's Max.

Under My Skin: This one's a bit more loose, I think I'd rather have yall's opinion on it. Listen to it and get back to me.

Love Me, Normally: If you've seen my Will Wood post, you knew this was going to be on here. I don't think I need to explain this.

Lemon Boy: This is major childhood friends Michie vibes. Unfortunately, him and Lemon Boy still grow apart ;(

Blue Eyes Like Devil's Water: I added this on a whim, I'd never listened to it before, but it reminded me of Ocean Eyes in the title, so I added it. The guy singing this sounds so stressed out, which is mood wow. I can totally see it as a shifting pov song. I think I'm going to keep it? I'm very torn. If you don't like the voice cracky thing that McCafferty has going on, I definately don't blame you if/when you take it off. I'll probably skip it sometimes for that reason, because his anger is making it worse than usual.

Bottom: I was kind of surprised not to find it on the original playlist. It feels very them. Although, that may just be because I'm writing a thing I think it's fitting for, but I haven't published it yet.

A Thousand Years: Yes, this means a son from Twilight is on the Michie playlist. I am aware of this. I don't care, it's very good and very good for them. I'm keeping it, you can fucking fight me (/lh)

I Won't Say I'm In Love (Mashup): I am so glad this one won. I think the extra love songs give it depth, and the inclusion of "there might be something there that wasn't there before" is what really got me to want this version specifically on this playlist. There's technically still 15 hours left on this poll, so if the og or both end up wining, I'll put it on here too.

#starkid #nerdy prudes must die #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #michie #the michie playlist #the playlist series #just l0ser things #hatchetfield

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ok, kids, here we go! (again)

a week ago i asked you to participate in a poll, as i do. and 75 of you joined in. first of all: thank you, hope you had fun, please don't hate me. secondly, the questions were:

1. which ablum cycle was the band on when you started listening?

2. which one is your favorite EP or album?

3. pick your top 10 favorite songs.

4. tell me you most favorite song. The #1

the main questions i wanted to answer with this survey were:

1. which is the fan favorite album right now?

2. when did you guys started listening to Waterparks? (just out of curiosity, see how it changed from 2 years ago when i first did this)

3. is there an asociation between the cycle you started listening to the band and which your favorite album is? (actually wanted to check if this still stands or not.)

4. which song is the fan favorite? and is it actually everyone's favorite?

before going right into it, i wanted to thank all of you who participated in this one more time. last time i did this particular poll, there was a total of 174 people who filled this (including me.) this time there were 75 (excluding me), and i'm not complaining. i just find it curious and i don't know if it's because people just didn't feel like participating which is perfectly valid and okay, and cool; or maybe it's because so many people fled the fandom and tumblr in general. it does feel like there's less of us Waterparks' fans out here, making content, and just sharing our love for the band. nevertheless, if you did participate, i appreciate you taking time off your day to do something kinda silly, so thank you so much.

ok, let’s go through my questions one by one! i made charts, obviously. that was kinda like the whole point of this thing. here's the link to the poll i did in 2021.

1. when did you guys started listening to Waterparks?

i am still surprised to see people from before EVR times. unless it's Travis. Travis is that you? if i knew for sure someone close to Parx was lurking on my polls i'd probably stop making them. like, i'm sure Travis has more important shit to do than complete a poll on tumblr, right?. this one looks pretty much the same from 2021. most people joined in over the Entertaiment cycle, me included. close second, the Double Dare cycle. which makes sense, DD was the first record, it was all new and shiny. and with the release of Entertainment they started getting more printed press and after touring DD for a while more mouth to mouth popularity. i mean, i found out about Parx because YouTube recomended them to me. points to the algorithm, i guess.

2. which is the fan favorite album?

so, last time i thought for sure Entertainment was gonna take the podium here, and it didn't. Double Dare won 2021. but this time Entertaiment took the crown. even though it was a close call, we're talking 26 against 24 votes.

3. is there an asociation between the cycle you started listening to the band and which your favorite album is?

now this is where it gets interesting... again!

so, hi. this is a heatmap. i feel like it's pretty self-explanatory, but just in case, here's how you read it: you have cycle on the y-axis (vertical) and album on the x-axis (horizontal). as you can see on the legend (number of votes), the darkest blue means 0 votes, and the lighter the blue gets, the more votes that particular combination got.

back in 2021, most people who started listening to Waterparks over the Double Dare cycle, chose Double Dare as their favorite album. now, we can see the same happening with people who started listening over the Entertainment cycle, picking Entertainment as their favorite album (once again, me included.) and the curious part here, is that most people who participated in this particular poll, who started listening to Waterparks over the DD cycle, picked Entertainment as their favorite album.

now, since we have no way of proving the people who participated now are the same people that took part back in 2021, this doesn't necessarily mean people changed their favorite album. still, it's kinda curious that the people that are still active in tumblr and started listening to Waterparks when Double Dare was released, have Entertainment as their favorite album.

and, i mean, it's curious to me because it's different from what i found before. and it also speaks volumes of how art can be percieved so differently by different people (more on this when i talk about the favorite song). i just think it's really cool how things don't stay constant, does that make sense?

4. which song is the fan favorite?

(you’re gonna have to really zoom in this bitch if you wanna see anything.) predictably, 'Not Warriors' won this one. it's everybody's favorite song, and i think Awsten should grow some balls and just fucking sing it live again already. i mean, if Hayley Williams can sing 'Still Into You' and 'The Only Exception' after everything that happened with her ex-husband, Awsten can fucking sing 'Not Warriors', man. just saying!

anyway... so, here's your top 10:

10. 'Magnetic' (18.4%) 9. 'Crave'/'Pink'/'Stupid For You'/'Royal'/'Violet!' (19.7%) 8. 'Take Her To The Moon'/'High Definition' (21.1%) 7. 'It Follows'/'Dream Boy' (22.4%) 6. '21 Questions'/'GloomBoys' (23.7%) 5. 'I Felt Younger When We Met' (26.3%) 4. 'Rare' (28.9%) 3. 'Fuzzy' (30.3%) 2. 'Peach' (31.6%) 1. 'Not Warriors' (38.2%)

lots of ties. not mad at it. i'm happy 'Magnetic' made it there.

then i asked you what your number one Waterparks song was. what was that one song you can't live without. i think i said something along the lines of, "the one song that makes you forgive Awsten's online behaviour." and it was... all over the place. fucking loved it. i wanted to make a chart. not a chance. 44 different songs were chosen. most of them only have one vote. a chart did not make any sense at all. and here's what i mean by art is subjective and it's okay to like whichever song you like best, no matter what anyone says. it's a beautiful thing, really.

here's our top 5:

5. 'Royal'/'Powerless'/'THTTM'/'Dizzy'/'Little Violence'/'Candy'/'WWHN'/'Violet!' (2 votes) 4. 'Pink'/'Stupif For You'/'Peach'/'IFYWWM'/'Last Heaven'/'Snow Globe' (3 votes) 3. 'Rare' (4 votes) 2. 'High Definition' (5 votes) 1. 'Not Warriors' (9 votes)

so many ties for numbers 4 and 5, it's ridiculous. i love it.

what i wanted to see here was if there was any correlation between what we see in the top 10 what people's actual favorite song is. i mean, only 'Not Warriors' seems to be the one song present in everyone's mind and the one people seem to love the most. not me, 'Royal' owns my soul. but 'Not Warriors' is my second most favorite song, so.

that's what i wanted to see. making you guys pick ten songs and seeing which of those were the 'top 10' doesn't necesarilly represent people's actual favorite song. except it kinda does? because of 'Not Warriors'? but still? it doesn't? like, someone's favorite song is 'Fruit Roll-Ups'. two people couldn't decide between two songs (i counted them as separate votes.) someone couldn't decide at all, blank vote goes to whoever is winning, so vote for 'Not Warriors', sorry person who couldn't decide, democracy decided for you (?).

anyway! this was so much fun to do and talk about, and i hope you enjoyed participating, or at least swearing at me because i made you make shitty decisions. again, i'm sorry. and also, thank you.

with that, i leave you, and if anybody has any questions or comments, my inbox is open. let’s make this fun! just, you know? be nice.

and i leave you here my personal top 10, so you know i also suffered for science:

10. 'Stupid For You' 9. 'Crybaby' 8. 'Peach' 7. 'Fuzzy' 6. 'A Night Out On Earth' 5. 'Magnetic' 4. 'Never Bloom Again' 3. 'Closer' 2. 'Not Warriors' 1. 'Royal'

#waterparks #parx genuine question 2 #waterparks polls

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How about CURSED portuguese history facts?

Holy shit I don't know who sent me this but it accidentally got burried under mounds of under asks and I think it's been sitting in my inbox for a year

I feel fully armed for a few cursed facts now given my job lmfao

Here we go

1. The Ginjinha of Lisbon (OF LISBON, not Óbidos) was initially created as a cough medicine. Recomended dose? 6 glasses a day. Ginjinha has around 23% of alcohol. Yeah that sure straightened you up really well (if you look at the posters they have on both doors, the door to the left actually says the recomended dose)

2. During World War II, Lisbon received thousands of jewish refugees. Despite the war, the fact remained that these people came from, compared to our backwards provincial country, progressive places. Do you know what the most shocking thing for lisboners were? Jewish women (who, again, were pretty progressive in comparison) were seen... At cafés. Hordes of men would actually gather around these women who were dead ass just having lunch at a café because portuguese women did not go to cafés alone, as it was considered indicent and a place jsut for men. This was between 1932-1945. There’s a super interesting account of a rare case of a Jewish family that actually stayed here, and the lady describes how she went out for lunch with her mother. Suddenly, the daughter says to her mother “I think we’re starting a revolution” and she turns and sees a row of men just fucking staring at them with their jaws on the floor (source: Lisboa Judaica the book, forgot the name of the author, but it’s Francisco something).

3. Praça do Municipio is where City Hall is located. It’s a late neo-classical building that, when it was unveiled, caused a huge scandal. If you look up at the building's pediment, you will see a bas-relief with several human figures. At the centre, there is a man with his whole dick out. Which, hey, that’s standard in classical imagery, the whole nudity standing for perfection if you follow the Roman canon of art and etc. But ah, my friend, this is Portugal in the 19th century, and my God, were we a backwards country, so this is exactly what generated a HUGE scandal. You see, the problem was WOMEN. They could not possibly see this dick. So, women were forced to cover their eyes when they crossed that square. It became such a scandalous thing, one guy actually set up stand selling fans and veils for women so they could cover their eyes and cross the square without having to look at this dude's genitals. Mind you, they're hard to spot. Rafael Bordalo Pinheiro did a caricature of the event. I can't find it online but I saw it in the book I am about to give you as a source: Lisboa Desconhecida e Insólita, by Anísio Franco.

4. John VI used to hide chicken legs inside his pockets out of fear of being poisoned. He died of poison.

5. Legend says when the statue of José I was unveiled, the one in Praça do Comércio, the queen allegedly said "he looks so ugly". Allegedly, that is why he is wearing a helmet. Yes, the sculptor did nothing about the ugliness, just sort of tried to disguise it. Reminding you that this is a legend. As far as I am aware, the statue was always made with the helmet, but I honestly prefer this version, so that’s the one I tell on my tours lmfao

6. In the 16th century, Manuel I loved collecting animals he knew nothing about, and then gift them to the Pope. We know about the rhinoceros already, which ended up being painted by Dürer, but did you know he also got an elephant? One day, though, he decided it would be a great ideal to have the rhinoceros and the elephant fight each other. He set up an arena in Praça do Comércio. People went buckwild for this. It was like WWE for them. And when the two animals confronted each other.... Nothing happened. Turns out elephants are not really made to fight and the two animals didn't really give a shit about each other. However, elephants are easily spooked, and with a sudden movement from the rhinoceros, that's what happened. The elephant took off from the arena and ran across the entire city back to his caretaker.... And miraculously, did not stomp a single person. The Rhinoceros was declared a winner but only because the elephant quit. People were a little disappointed at this, and ironically enough, it’s the elephant that’s reminded (he had a name but I forgot). Source: another ANísio Franco book, called something like Passeios por Lisboa, I forgot I’m sorry.

7. When the French invaded our country, they found John II's tomb... And beheaded him. No real reason, I guess. The body was put back together and properly buried again by some nuns who kind of felt bad about it.

8. This one is not funny at all. But I'll say this: don't ever look into the Braganza's involvement in slavery if you want to preserve your sanity. It's some of the most horrid shit you'll come across.

EDIT: a while ago I mentioned this in another context, and someone asked for a source. I remember now I said I needed to look it up but, as ever, I forgot. With all my due apologies, here it is: https://expresso.pt/sociedade/2015-12-08-O-segredo-dos-escravos-reprodutores

9. The Marquis of Pombal once stole the waters of Sintra, leaving the people with ONE public fountain in butt fuck nowhere. I've talked about this one on here before but it shows how fucking insane the man was.

10. The expression "ficar a ver navios", which means "to stand by watching the ships pass", is used when someone is waiting for something that will not happen (like, if someone is stood up on a date, you say they stayed there watching the ships pass). It actually comes from the expulsion of the jews in 1497. Manuel I promised jewish people who wished to leave ships to board and go to North Africa. However, he also knew, because he was a fucking idiot but not entirely stupid, that if he expelled the jews, the country's economy would basically collapse, because jewish people held a GREAT number of businesses in not just Lisbon, but major metropolitan centres. So, this was a lie. The ships he promised never came. For months, jewish people went to the Santa Catarina hill every day to look out for ships that would let them board and leave the country. The ships never came, thus, they were "watching the ships pass", but none of them stopping.

Okay this is all I can think of A YEAR LATER LOL

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signedeclipse · 2 years

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In my douma phase sooo i want to request your prompt oneshot of Douma and a reader that has her own cult. :)))

-💀💕

You'd Think Its Paradise [Douma X Reader]

Reader is Immortal Female | General

Recomended Song - Angeleyes by ABBA

Faith. Religion. Conspiracy.

You had seen it all, been hand in hand in creating some of these human traits. Back in the beginning, you were labelled a human, then a miracle, followed by 'goddess,' and so on until the tradition that celebrated you died out to a few families.

Now, you were called 'the first one,' 'the original god.' You preferred y/n, though.

You had had plenty of time to consider what you were, everyone around you, and why you were different. Everything has answers was the very motto you were known for, but it wasn't true.

Because it only takes that last thought to break down everything you worked so hard for.

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" But why are you unkillable? "

The void of a voice called to you as its husk followed along with your steps.

Your dear friend Douma once again tested the question on his blood-stained lips. You wondered if he ever got bored of asking, but that would require him to feel boredom at all.

" Why are you not, Douma? " A laugh fell past his lips at the question you always shot back. You both knew the answer; even demons were mortal, as everything but you had been.

This blood-thirsting creature never strayed too far from you when you would visit his mountain. It wasn't every day that two otherworldly beings got to mingle, and you were the only one he considered worthwhile.

After all, you wore that dried blue spider lily in your hair.

Douma noticed you wore it every time you visited him, now. You had all sorts of accessories you liked to exchange, each from different people who had long since passed. He assumed you wore it because it reminded you of him.

It would be a painful memory for anyone else, but you took it with a laugh. He broke you from your century-long rest to get it, and you cut his head off in return.

Fortunately for him, you weren't made of the only ore that could kill him. You helped him reattach it after lecturing the demon.

And then, you freaked out; because demons weren't supposed to exist.

But the past was over; in all that time, neither of you aged a day and instead went about your respective duties. Douma fooled his cult, and you took your righteous place with your following.

How your places of worship differ.

" Still eating those that don't know any better? " You always sounded so disapproving and disappointed; that never changed no matter how much you tried to adjust to the new ways of life. Demons were normal now, and they had to eat. To stop him would disrupt the natural flow of the world you wished to preserve, but you couldn't help feeling bad for your favourite species.

" Try not to sound so sad! " Douma never got what you saw in them, but perhaps he was biased. He had all kinds of people just like him, and you were the only of your kind.

As opposed to this desolate jail place of worship, you owned only a towering shrine. It was magnificent, hidden among mountains and protected by the nature surrounding it.

The section where your tomb sat was the most recent addition, but the oldest part dated back thousands of years.

Anyone came and went as they pleased, asking for blessings and leaving their offerings. Before you had fallen asleep, you used to speak and answer to them, but recently all prayers were logged in stacks of books left behind for you to read.

Even now, you carried one in your hand about halfway through it.

You promised you'd read every last page to make up for your absence and, when ready, visit the families themselves.

Occasionally the upper moon visited your shrine, especially when you hadn't gone to see him in all too long, but you always ushered him out. 'Too destructive' 'Ruining the peace,' you always had a new reason.

Still, Douma was your friend, and he wouldn't actually go out of his way to cause you harm.

As much as he wanted that blue spider lily, it was useless if it wasn't alive, and it seemed Muzan had no clue you existed, so what was the harm in keeping his pretty little secret to himself?

As expected of someone so unique, Douma liked you. At least that's what he assumed it was.

If he felt so calm, happy, free in your presence, then surely it just meant he had subconsciously fallen for a god. No person could truly be free from emotion; it was just infrequent that it hit him, so the fact that you consistently bubbled up his heart proved it.

The sound of your steps stopped; Douma's soon did the same as he glanced back at you. Your eyes were staring right into his, searching.

" Douma, I have been keeping something from you. "

' Oh? ' You were so direct that it almost startled him. Since when did his delicate flower know how to be so assertive?

He turned his body completely to face you, stepping closer so he could hear you better.

" You know that prophecies are pretty standard in any religion, I'm sure? " There wasn't much point in waiting for an answer, but you had to take a moment to cull over your following words, " Well, in all truth, I knew I would meet you since the day I came to light, but I didn't expect it to be like this. "

' How vague,' you thought to yourself, almost regretful that you couldn't say more. It would be wrong to meddle too much, but you knew there was only so much time left for Douma.

" Oh! Well, I know. "

You didn't expect a reply, certainly. One of his pale hands just waved it off while the other covered his mouth as he laughed. Still, you saw his pointed teeth peek between his fingers.

" If we are sharing secrets, it doesn't bother me. I am just glad I'll be spending it with you. "

He sure was a strange one, but you weren't innocent either. No average person could confess love without even using the word or any that might hint at a relationship.

Yet you each admitted to your weakness for the other. A god who would give up on changing the future for a demon. A demon that would give up immortality for a god.

You supposed it was the better way; asking the other for dinner wouldn't work either; you shuddered just thinking of the carnage.

Author Note - SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN SKULL ANON I was worried you'd never come back hah! I hope you enjoy this concept, I know its one of my more abstrtact writings on here <3

Word Count - 1,087

Art Credit - しろらば！

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #oneshot #kny oneshots #kny #kny x reader #x reader #reader insert #kimetsu no yaiba #douma #douma x reader

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Shows and Movies I recomend watching at least once.

Movies:

The Invitation- I went into this movie knowing nothing except for there are vampires. But think of it as is Bram Stoker’s Dracula had a child with Ready or Not and Get Out. It’s such a good movie.

Bullet Train- I went into this movie knowing nothing, absolutuly nothing. It is seriously the best movie of this year. It’s funny and whitty. I mean putting a Percy the train Sticker on Logan Lerman, The white girl tears from Joey King, The fucking twins??? Cowardice Brad Pitt. Serously. Not to mention the foreshadowing is A1. And the breaking news in the very first scene. My only issue with it is the Romeo and Juilete death. but this is my new comfort movie.

Gunpowder Milkshakes- this one came out last year, and it feels kinda Lemony Snickety but for adults, Karen Gillian is in it and i will literally watch anything she is in because I love her, but biasis aside its a good fucking movie. Its another assassins movie but it features badass women. Definatly a movie to see if any one is a misogynist. Its also a feel good movie, and funny i watched it last night and have not stopped thinking about it.

Glass Onion- I think we all knew this was coming but its a good movie and i hope we do get more of Benoit Blanc. I dont feel the need to explain this one i think everyone has seen it.

Shows:

The Sandman- Highly recomend!!! Please please please dont let netflix cancel it, It is very comic book accurate (despite some costumes, time period, and the change of John Constintine to Joanna) and Joanna is still queer!!! its my biggest fear that this will be its down fall. its so fucking good though. Its been renewed for a second season and i cannot wait.

Alice in Borderland- admittly i havent read the webcomic this is based on, but i still really enjoyed it. Season two came out a few days ago and i could not stop watching!!!

Inside Man- David Tennet as a Vicar, Stanley Tucci what more could you ask for? more than six episodes thats for sure.

All of us are Dead- Im not a zombie fan, but this show was so good it put me in a mood to watch a bunch of KDrama zombie stuff. It focuses on like survial tips like Zombie Land but in a serious way and not a funny way.

I realize these are all pretty basic but I just loved consuming them so much. And if you haven’t seen any of these I serisouly recommend you watch them at least once.

#all of us are dead #inside man #alice in borderland #The Sandman #glass onion #bullet train #the invitation #gunpowder milkshake #current fan

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The Noblemans Guide to Scandal and Shipwreaks book review *spoilers!*

The Noblemans Guide to Scandal and Shipwreak by Mackenzi Lee (2022)

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I want to belong to myself. I want to stop feeling worthless and pointless and hopeless and less, less, less than everyone else around me. (...) I want to stop picking at life like it's a meal I don't want to eat, because I want to. I want to taste it all. I want life to be a feast, even if I have to eat it raw and bloody and burned some days.

I finished this book september 3, 2023. Got it for christmas 2022.

The story follows Adrian Montegue, the only heir to Lord Montegue's estate, in the time after his mothers apparent suicide. Being the closest to his mother, Adrian looks into the death trying to find a meaning behind it and discovers a potential conspiracy and myth come to life in the shape of The Flying Dutchman, as well as his two estranged siblings he never knew existed. Adrian have to work through the troubles of his own mind and find the right path in a world that never gave him an easy way out.

I was so pleasantly surprised with this book. This will probably be the happiest I've been about any of the books in this series, which I really didn't expect. It felt like Lee had experience in anxiety and OCD from how incredibly well-written some of the scenes where Adrian is going through it is. It is honestly some of the better writing I've experienced and the scene where Adrian fears he's poisoned with the well water was so impressively done. I still think about that scene, it was really well done! Lee might not have a lot of experience with being a bisexual distaster or an aro-ace pirate doctor, but appears to have some experience with mental health and it's making her writing more enjoyable for me personally.

Adrian is a darling! He's my precious son and deserves love and security and the happiest life in the world. I liked that Lee decided to end the series with the Goblin, who most people probably forgot even existed. his struggles with anxiety and OCD were so real and raw and I felt so bad for him. But I loved the ending and respect Lee for not making it an unrealistic one. I loved Adrians narration and felt super invested in his struggle, a great main character to follow! ✨ It was also nice to see what had happened to our characters in the 20 years since the second book. Monty's kinda the same, though I feel there were moments where his age and maturing showed a little bit and I felt bad because he Really takes a beating in this book. His struggles with his sobriety was explored and I loved the end where he confesses to having fallen but he managed to pick himself up and his siblings, Percy (and I) supported him. Felicity was the same as in the last book, a fierce lady with her own agenda, but we love her. That the book ends with a Monty and Percy wedding was just precious and a great end to the series 😍

I recomend this book to anyone who's read the first two books and liked them. as I said, this was my favorite in the series and definitely made it worth sticking out. I fell for the charm of the montague siblings and if you have as well, this is a book definitely worth checking out! 💝💝

my review of the first and second book in the series

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A New Start - Part III (The Boy Nanny!OC) "First Impressions"

Last part of Maeve's arrival to the Heelshire Manor! 1500+ words.

Warnings: 18+ light smut, once again, a touch of angst near the end.

This fic has an audio linked to it, it's recomended that you play the audio when the link is provided.

The alarm clock in her phone rang at 6:30 am sharp, the upbeat first few seconds of "Out of Touch" sounding loud and clear. Maeve got up quickly and began getting ready as soon as she turned the alarm off.

A small stretch and a big yawn were followed by her bare feet feeling the cold wooden floors, aiding her to wake up faster. After she brushed her hair, she washed her face and brushed her teeth. Then exited the bathroom to get dressed for the day. Today was the day she would meet the one she will be caring for, so she chose some of her best attire for the occasion.

Unbeknownst to her, he had already met her, and was wide awake, watching her slip out of her nightgown through a peephole on the wall. He could almost see her in all her glory, almost, and by God was it a sight to behold. He palmed his erection through his clothes as he watched her dress up, thinking of the day he would get to take her clothes off himself.

She took care of every single detail, as soon as she was dressed, she went to put on makeup and jewelry in front of the bathroom mirror. Brahms knew it was almost time, so he moved around the walls towards his childhood room.

Maeve, on the other hand, made sure every hair was in its proper place before exiting her room.

As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Heelshire. They were waiting for her in front of Brahms' door, and smiled sweetly when they saw the young lady exit her room. Full on Edwardian attire, she looked like out of one of their many illustrated books.

"Good morning, Sir, Madam" she said with a small bow of her head. The old couple gleamed in hope and held each other's hands.

"Good morning, dear. I hope you slept well?" Mr. Heelshire inquired.

"Oh, I was exhausted from the trip, I slept with almost no interruption", and the couple's collective brows knitted in concern.

"Almost?" Mrs. Heelshire asked.

"Yes, well. I woke up at the feeling that someone was watching me, and I could swear I could hear noises coming from the walls. But then I remembered how you mentioned vermin might get in them, so I paid it no mind and went back to sleep"

The old pair eyesided each other at Maeve's declaration, as much as they tried to hide it, their concern was visible, their son was more impatient than they'd initially thought. Maeve noticed their expressions, and was left worrying if she had done something to upset them.

This thought was quickly discarded as Mr. Heelshire produced a small golden watch out of his jacket pocket. "Ah, 7 am! Miss Sweeney, would you like to welcome our son with us into a new day?" he asked, expectantly.

"Why, yes! If I may" she answered, full of excitement.

Mr. Heelshire opened the door to the dark room and Mrs. Heelshire rushed in to open the curtains, letting the sunshine in. Mr. Heelshire proceeded to walk in next, Maeve following close behind him.

"Wake up, Brahmsy. It's time to meet your new nanny" Mrs. Heelshire said sweetly. Mr. Heelshire covered Maeve's view of the child as he walked in, then turned to face her, "Miss Sweeney, this is our son, Brahms" he said, and moved aside.

A doll was in the bed. Porcelain face, with bright glass eyes that reflected the light coming in through the windows. Maeve's brain short circuited for a second. She blinked a few times, then looked at the expectant faces of the old couple in front of her, then at the doll, then back at them, a soft "Oh…" escaped her lips.

Nevertheless, she kneeled next to the bed, and took one of the doll's cold, porcelain hands into hers, "Morning, Brahms. My name is Maeve, it's nice to finally meet you!"

She must have said just what was expected, or at least, what was needed of her. She could tell by the couple's sudden simultaneous sigh of relief.

Brahms was watching behind the wall, and couldn't help but to smile under the mask at Maeve's kind acceptance of the doll.

After she was taught of the doll's morning routine, they all went to the study, Mrs. Heelshire spoke along the way with the doll in her arms, "You are to give Brahms 3 hours of lessons a day, starting with poetry or any of the books in the library, then music appreciation and art, then piano lessons" she stated.

They reached the inside of the study, the couple looked at Maeve once more while standing near the old piano. She assumed they wanted her to play for them, and she stuttered, remembering the rather unpleasant noise it gave.

"You do play, do you not?" Mrs. Heelshire asked. And Maeve answered quickly.

"Yes, yes of course! I studied Music with a specialization in piano at University. It's just…" she trailed off, "I brought my own keyboard with me, could I set it up to play for you?"

The couple found the request rather odd, but conceded. Maeve rushed back upstairs and brought all the equipment for her keyboard by herself. Fast as a lightning, she got the instrument and herself ready to play in a heartbeat.

She sat in front of the keys and gave a small sigh, psyching herself up. After a few seconds of silence, she got in position and started playing.

Her expression softened as soon as the instrument's sound hit her ears. A soft and tranquil, yet engaging tune sounding loud and clear for all of them to hear. Even Brahms, inside the walls.

He watched her play with her eyes closed, already knowing the song by heart. She swayed to the music as she played. And she played skillfully and beautifully. Even the upbeat tones sounded elegant when she played them.

A small pause, then a crescendo. And God, did she feel every single note in it. Her moving to the music increased and she sank into the instrument as she played, her head bowed and hanging at the lowest notes of the song. A tune imitating the first half erupted, stronger and more intense than before.

With her eyes fully closed and her head up high, she played the finishing notes, sunshine beaming in her face as she did, somehow making her look more angelic than the night before. Brahms was absolutely entranced by it all, he couldn't take his eyes off of her. His heartbeat was loud in his ears and he held his hands to his chest, as to contain it from bursting right then and there. Never before had anybody taken his breath away like this.

Maeve's body relaxed and she gave a content sigh as she came down from the high, slowly turning her head to spot an old couple that was completely stunned. Their eyes wide and jaws slightly agape, Mrs. Heelshire clutching the doll in her arms while Mr. Heelshire held onto a chair for dear life.

"I'm so sorry, I got carried awa-", but Mrs. Heelshire interrupted her sentence.

"That was absolutely marvelous, my dear girl! Oh I just know, Brahms will be so happy to be under your care!", she exclaimed as Mr. Heelshire gave her a celebratory clapping round.

"You truly are a wonder, Miss Sweeney. Now shall we continue to go over our son's daily schedule?"

They spent the day doing just that, with Brahms following them from inside the walls every step of the way. That night, his parents left.

Maeve waved at them from the door with the doll in her arms, making it give little waves at them as they left the estate.

Brahms was crushed, he knew this time they wouldn't be back. Not anymore. He retreated into his room in the walls and layed on the cot, clutching the old, reconstructed doll into his chest as he cried silently. He was beyond afraid that Maeve would abandon him, hurt him like Greta had done before. But she was so angelic, so kind, and received the doll so well… Maybe he had finally found the one he's been looking for.

Maeve was still a little confused over the doll, but decided to give it a try and follow the rules that were left for her. She tucked the doll for bed and paused for a second before giving it a kiss goodnight, the last thing that Mr. Heelshire had said to her still roamed her mind.

"Be good to Brahms, and he will be good to you…", she wasn't sure what he meant, but she was going to try her best and be the number one nanny on earth.

She finally gave the doll a good night kiss, before quietly exiting the room and entering her own, across the hall.

Once more, after a long day, she reached to her phone and sent a text in the group chat she shared with her friends, "You girls will never guess what happened today 👀👀"

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