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pholla-jm · 23 days

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Heir

IMAGINE: HEIR ~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER GENRE: FLUFF cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. fem!reader. not proof read. set in the heian era. true form sukuna. ***************

If someone were to tell Sukuna that in some years that he would have a wife, he would laugh at them… and then kill them.

But here he was, thinking about how his beautiful wife looked with a small bump on her tummy. It’s all he could think about really. Ever since he found out his wife is pregnant, his view of the world changed.

Sure, he still thinks that humans were lowly disgusting vile, but the world seemed like a better place with you and his future child in it.

His every day activities seemed a little less fun now, and all he thought about was getting back home to his wife.

After a day full of people worshiping him and some killing, he made his way back to his castle. Where his wife should be patiently waiting for him.

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“What do you think you’re doing?” You hear the deep voice of your husband call out causing you to jump a little.

He had found you in a different room. It was bare at first, but you were starting to add things to the room.

You were working on a traditional crib for the baby, having different silks laid out in front of you to choose.

It was a bit early to start getting ready for the baby, but you were too excited.

You turn to look at him. He towered over you, with his four arms crossed as he looked at you with a disappointed look.

“I just want to make sure that the baby’s room is going to be perfect.” You say turning back to the silks.

Sukuna hums, sitting down next to you while observing the objects in front of you.

“How long have you been doing this?” You shrug, “not that long.”

“You could always have the servants do this, you know? You shouldn’t be working so hard.”

“Yeah, I know. I just feel like if I do this myself, it feels more special.”

Sukuna breathes out a happy breath, leaning his chin on one of his fists. He knew that you would make a great mother. Someone that is nurturing, and he knows that his future son will be loved and taken care of.

“Still, you should be taking care of yourself. It’s important that you and our son are completely healthy.”

You perk up hearing the word ‘son’. “Son? It’s a bit too early to know the gender.”

Sukuna just smirks, eyeing you up and down. “Trust me, I know it’s going to be a boy.” You laugh, “oh yeah? How so?”

He points at your belly, “It’s lower. A low stomach means it’s going to be a boy.”

Your eyes widen and you look away from him in disbelief. “Where did you even hear that? I didn’t know you believed in old wives tales anyway.”

“It’s not an old wives tale if it’s the current talk.” “The current talk? What, are you gossiping with the local ladies now?” You laugh at the idea of Sukuna gossiping causing him to frown. “Whatever woman. What they say is true.” “Okay, we’ll see.”

"I don't want you working on this room by yourself anymore. I have to be here to help you, okay?" You nod your head, a bit happy that Sukuna came up with a quick compromise. "Sound good to me. You can do all the heavy lifting."

Sukuna nods, then points at one of the silks that are laid out in front of you. It was a darker colored one, something that you knew he would like. “This one. It’ll be great for our son.”

You decide not to comment on the son thing again. With a smile, you pick it out and put it to the side.

Pushing your hands on the ground, you start to get up from the ground. “What are you doing?” “I have to use the bathroom.” You say. However, Sukuna gets up faster than you. He gently picks you up, carrying you bridal style. “I can walk by myself.” You tell him with a small smile.

You appreciate that Sukuna doted on you like this, but you don’t know how long you would be able to babied like this.

“When I’m around, you’re not doing a single thing. You understand?”

With a content sigh, you relax in his arms. Head resting on his shoulder, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.

“Yes, my beloved, I understand.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #oneshot #jjk fluff #jjk #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff

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gglitch1dd · 2 months

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The way I just can’t help but thirst over dilf deku like MMMM that man is SCRUMPTIOUS. Slight grey hair, dad bod, doting & flirty personality id create an army of babies for him 🤤🙏🏾

Finally, people who speak my language.

The moment I thought from the point of, Izuku being a dad, I instantly knew my ovaries were exploding.

DILF MIDORIYA IZUKU

Warning: Some NSFW, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, Izuku loves to eat his wife

Dilf Izuku, who is as big as a tank. Quite literally becomes one of the biggest guys in the room. After marrying you, people notice that he starts to pick up weight but he also looks happier. He's a big man who's big body can now encase you in his protective embrace and hold up all his kids hanging from his body at the same time.

Dilf Izuku who always answers questions about his dad bod as "I'm not fat, I'm happy."

Dilf Izuku who would marry you a thousand times over just over your cooking. Who begs for bentos everywhere he goes, just to boast about he's wife's cooking and collect all the sticky note messages you leave behind. He's never satisfied by anything that isn't your cooking and best believe its the number one thing that gets him going.

"Honey you should have heard what he said to me." Your husband complained as he paced back and fourth in your kitchen as you took out the gyoza (dumplings) from the pan and onto the plate next to you. You let out a hum as you nodded your head to what he was saying. "Honestly, if the Commission President wasn't there, I was going to kill him." Your large green haired husband continued to ramble. "I mean, who the hell does he think he is, sweetie?! I don't want to toot my own horn but I've easily got thirty years of experience on that guy and-"

You shut up your husband as you stuffed a dumpling into his mouth with chopsticks, you having to stand on the tips of your toes and stretch just to reach him. Izuku paused as he chewed on the pork dumpling you had made.

Green eyes rolled back as a groan stumbled out of his lips. He nodded his head as he continued to chew. He motioned to the plate you were holding. "These... these are fantastic. You're amazing, honey." He stated as he grabbed the plate away from you to sit down at the kitchen island table, satisfied. Happily munching his way into a food coma.

Dilf Izuku who always takes up to four months off of paternity leave anytime you give birth to one of his army of boys. He doesn't care if it knocks him down a few places in the rankings, it's the best time he ever has when he can bond with you and the new bundle of joy you've both created.

Dilf Izuku who becomes the envy of every mom in your children's schools because despite being the Number One Hero, he still makes time to sometimes pick up the kids and show up at PA meetings. Sometimes even replacing you.

Dilf Izuku who can often be found rough housing with the boys in the sitting room or outside, playing catch, rugby (sorta like american football), teaching them how to ride a bike or just playing in the pool. He's determined to make so many memories with his boys like he never had with his dad.

Dilf Izuku who treats you (somehow) even more like royalty whenever your pregnant. He can't stop holding you, or touching you, or praising you.

Dilf Izuku who has the biggest smirk on his face when for your third son, its the first time you are ever present at a Heroes' Gala, whilst pregnant and he has you dressed in the most beautiful gown showered in comfortable luxury because, Yes, You are the Number One Heroe's wife.

Dilf Izuku who is absolutely disgusting. Who can't help but love on you, kiss you, lick you, grope you, even when you're in public.

Dilf Izuku who holds you up on his cock when the kids are asleep, whispering sweet nothings to you as your small body tries to take all of him inside of you but it always feels like too much.

Dilf Izuku who loves slow morning love making. Where he can just hold you in his big arms, kiss you like you were made from the stars and slowly thrust in and out of you, savoring every second. He's breathless and hungry for you, and looks down at you filled with nothing but love for you.

Dilf Izuku that refuses to leave on month long missions without eating you out till your shaking and twitching afterwards, because he wants to savour your cries and moans for when its one of those long nights and he's missing you.

Dilf Izuku who finally dusts his hands (because you asked) of the baby making and calls the both of you done after five boys together. Who agrees to get a vasectomy because he doesn't want you to ever do or add something to your body that could harm you.

Dilf Izuku who's genuinely shocked when its announced you'll have a sixth child and is even more shocked when a girl pops out instead of another boy.

Dilf Izuku who plans to retire the moment your eldest son, who has taken One for All and would be the next symbol of peace, is past a sidekick and can take over. Who just wants to focus on his loving wife and amazing kids.

Dilf Izuku who takes his daughter to her first ever ballet class after retiring, the sides of his hair more grey than white, and all he can see is how beautiful she is because she looks so much like you.

-Glitch1d

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outro-jo · 1 year

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Hello gorgeous 🥰

I hope your requests are open

I just read mingi and seonghow (blurb) when reader having period and i really wish to read wooyoung version but with a little bit of twist

Like his s/o is a bit older than him and she is very independent person and she don't like to show her emotions like she keep on smiling even if if she is on extra pain and say I'm fine but with time she learns to open up and depend on wooyoung more and he picks up and wants she like something like that

If you can please 🙏🏽 make it into scenario

Have a wonderful time beautiful

Love you a lot

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader

type: imagine

summary: wooyoung learns the best way to help his partner while they learn how to let him help.

warnings: not gender specific but the reader is on their period, nothing much really, doting bf wooyo 🥰

a/n: i am definitely taking requests right now but i would recommend reading my info linked in all my works and on my masterlist before submitting for anyone else that would like to request. thank you for requesting! 🤍

masterlist | info

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dating wooyoung is always a surprise. you never quite know what you’re gonna get from one day to the next. but most of the time it’s a fun, silly, light-hearted energy. you weren’t that much older than him but you always said it keeps you young.

the thing you struggled with the most in the relationship was letting him in. in truth, you struggled to do that with most people, not just wooyoung. he always found a way to work himself in though. most of the time it was just by being his boisterous, endearing self… but not every time.

your hyper independence paired nicely with the way your mom taught you how to treat that time of the month too. “don’t tell anyone about it” was basically how you were supposed to treat it most often suffering in silence. especially since wooyoung came from a family where it was him and two brothers. sure, he was close to his mom and had a lot of friends that had their periods, but it didn’t matter. keep it quiet.

little did you know, wooyoung was much smarter than you thought. he could tell by the way you closed off each month it was going on. though he never said anything, he would do his best to let you deal with it in your own way. you never seemed to connect the two when he would plan more dates at home cuddling on the couch or when he came home with a bag of goodies from the convenience store or even came home with a new heating pad. each time he would come up with a valid excuse to blow it off.

“ah, i’m too tired to go out. can we stay in and cuddle?”

“i bought too many snacks when i went out with the boys. help me eat them.”

“my shoulder has been killing me with this new move. you can use it too if you need to.”

this is how it would continue in the relationship for almost a year but it ate at wooyoung. he wanted so badly for you to confide in him the way he should be confided in as a boyfriend. he wanted to baby you a bit more during this time of the month and care for you the way he felt you should be cared for. wooyoung was too respectful for that, though, and never wanted to push you.

that all would come to an end when the pain was so unbearable. this was by far the worst period you had experienced probably ever. when you took days off work from not being able to move, it was undeniable at this point but still you would try to play it off.

“i’m just not feeling well, babe. you should go on to work.” offering a weak smile before rolling over to rest.

it broke his heart to see you this way and still trying to shoulder this burden (and so many) on your own. wooyoung had decided it was time to have a conversation, not before finally taking care of you.

he came into the room that afternoon quietly, leaving the overhead light off as not to disturb you. his socked feet padding softly on the wood floor as he came over to you setting a glass of water on your nightstand and the heating pad tucked under his arm.

“darling, can you sit up for me?” he softly requested.

you stirred softly from your nap, rubbing your eyes to look up at him, “what?” you asked groggily.

“c’mon, love.” he carefully reached behind you to help raise you up to a seated position against the headboard. “take these, darling.” he dropped two tablets in your hand and passed over the glass of water.

“wooyoung, i can take care—“ you were cut off by him shushing you.

“it’s alright now, my love. just relax, ok?”

maybe it was how gently he was treating you or the fact that you could nearly sob with pain but you actually let him tend to you. he moved swiftly to plug in the heating pad and placed it tenderly on your stomach before helping you settle into a laying position. then he went around to the other side of the bed and cuddled in next to you, careful to give you your space in case you were in too much pain to cuddle.

“is there anything else i can do for you, love?” he finally asked.

“no, and you’ve done so much for me already, wooyoung. thank you.” you smiled weakly at him.

he shook his head, “you just rest now. i’ll be right here.”

only he wasn’t there when you woke up from your nap. you had felt a little better, enough to move around. so you got up and trudged to the kitchen where you smelled something cooking.

“you’re cooking for me?” you asked.

“ah! my baby is awake.” he walked over to you from the stove and hugged you softly, kissing your cheek. “how was your nap? how are you feeling? food’s almost ready.”

he moved to sit you down at the kitchen table before going back to finish.

“i can do that, wooyoung. i can take care of myself.” you insisted once again.

just as you said that, another wave of pain ripped through your lower abdomen. you grimaced your face, leaning forward and gripped the tables edge. wooyoung took notice, quickly removing the food from the heat and rushing over to you.

“darling, are you ok?” he knelt down in front of you.

for the first time ever you couldn’t hold back. you shook your head as tears begin to form in your eyes. wooyoung reached a hand up, his thumb stroking your cheek. he stayed with you until the pain subsided. his eyes were soft and round as he looked you over. so worried about you and empathetic to your pain. if he could switch places with you, he would do it in a heartbeat but for now he would just be there for you the best he could.

“are you ok now?” his voice was barely above a whisper. you nodded, sniffling. wooyoung leaned in and kissed your forehead softly.

“darling…” he started, not quite knowing how to get this out. “i know you can do things and you can handle yourself but i want you to know you don’t have to do it alone. i’m a grown man, maybe not as old as you…” he teased lightly, earning a playful slap to his arm. “but i just want to be there for you when you’re hurting. to hold you and take care of you. you’re more than capable of doing it on your own, you just don’t have to, ok?”

again, you nodded as he kissed your cheek.

wooyoung always knows what to say to make you feel loved and respected. he doesn’t have talks like this very often but when he does it really shows his wisdom. you really lucked out with him.

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nightingalestarchaser · 10 months

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● Desiderata

Pairings: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader and a little bit of Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader because oh boy is this self indulgent.

Word Count: 1.7k

Content Warnings: Some strong language, flirtations with incest, heavy implications with annoyance at heavy implications because I contain multitudes, rich people being terrible, this is an inherently shitty world to live in that's just canon, I'm having fun with it.

A/N: As stated above, this is wholly self indulgent. Just me living out my dreams and fanatasies through these gorgeous barbie dolls. If you do enjoy it, I will be amazed and overjoyed ♡

Tagging: my lovely friend @sylas-the-grim ♡

She knows her fate.

Always has, always will. It is not something to be avoided easily. Reminders are everywhere, pressing in around her.

And yet Rhaenyra does not care about her own fate.

That is why she loves her.

Rhaenyra flouted the rules like she was born to break them. In a way, she was. Had there been the most miniscule of changes to her body upon her arrival into the world, life would be simple. Men would not fret.

But that is what men do, they fret. And tut. Mutter about 'the way of things'.

She loves it when Rhaenyra imitates them to make her laugh. The way the princess will furrow her brow, lower her chin, and mutter ridiculous nonsense, commiting wholeheartedly to her slander. She laughs so much at times that she thinks she will die. Her breath will escape her body, and laughter will block the air from seeping back in.

She does not care, she would die happily. Better Rhaenyra steal her breath than the Stranger.

Rhaenyra who is so content to flout her fate. She will be an eternal princess once her brother comes along. A toss of a coin, and one can be a God among men or a vessel for to carry them. A princess has more freedom than a queen, Rhaenyra says often, particularly after visiting her mother.

A freedom they put to good use. Without Rhaenyra that freedom would be impossible, she knows it. Loves the princess more for it. In a past life, she had been just another girl, a girl with a good name nonetheless, but not good enough to live the life she does.

Pieces were moved on a chessboard, and she found herself living in the most famous keep in the land, with a princess as a best friend, confidante, and..something more.

They don't define it, youth allows them to avoid such delineations. They enjoy each other, that is what matters. She is an honorary dragon, Rhaenyra tells her. In spirit, if not blood.

It cannot endure indefinitely, they know that. The knowledge of their fates spurs them to make the most of what they have. Rhaenyra has more freedom as a princess, but even she cannot escape her fate forever.

Nor can she, becoming ensconced in royal life merely enables more eligible matches, further growth for her house.

They are young, beautiful and highly desirable, there is only one fate for them and nothing will stand in the way.

More time is bought, Rhaenyra is granted her eternal princess title when her brother is brought into the world, and the gaze of the world shifts to him. His parents display him proudly, Rhaenyra by their side as the doting sister.

She laughs when Rhaenyra complains of a sore jaw from her rictus grin. Teases the princess that kisses are to be withheld to allow her time to heal, a lie proved to be as such quickly.

Gods, how she loved to kiss Rhaenyra, to have Rhaenyra kiss her. It was so different to her experiences with the boys she would use to kill time and experiment with. Rhaenyra didn't fumble awkwardly, long desperately for her body while being terrified of her sexuality. Nor did she grope and pinch and groan like an alley cat in heat.

Rhaenyra knew exactly what she was doing, and if she didn't she was an expert at masking her ignorance. It was never perfect, they had not yet had been allowed the time and experience to perfect their abilities after all, but it was always satisfying, always left her wanting more.

She was not the only one who so desired the princess, far from it. It did not bother her to see boys gaze longingly at Rhaenyra, boys who would look away when she caught their eye. Nor did it bother her to see men gaze longingly at her princess. They could offer Rhaenyra that which she never could, yet her bed was the one rarely without the princess laying in it of a moonlit evening.

Criston Cole amused her. For a knight to be the one who needed rescuing was ridiculous, nonsensical, and endlessly entertaining to witness. He looked at Rhaenyra as though he were a puppy longing at a treat it had been denied, treated her as though she were a delicate flower.

Daemon Targaryen fascinated her. He too was a knight, though he certainly did not need to be rescued. He looked at Rhaenyra in every way he should not, and he did not treat her like a delicate flower. He looked at her, too. She would often feel a warmth spread through her body as she stood in the throne room, the source of it inevitably the gaze of the Dragonknight.

As much as she and Rhaenyra prided themselves for their wits, their intelligence, and their creativity, even they were not immune to the pull of gossip and fervent whispers about men.

They laughed about boys, trading stories of their disappointmenting encounters. They expounded about men, laying under the shade of the Weirwood.

Rhaenyra would fill her in on how Cole had still made no attempt to break free of his chivalry. She asked why Rhaenyra would even wish for such an attempt. Rhaenyra teased her that virtues and vices beyond silver hair and fiery temperaments could be appealing.

Silver hair and a fiery temperament were what she craved, she would not apologise for her desires. She understood why Rhaenyra wished for Cole to break free from his honor, it had been spoken of many times. Nestled amongst their discussions of history and art, their walks in the gardens, their nights laying in bed whispering and lazily touching each other, unhurried.

Cole was merely a chance for experimentation. How could Rhaenyra possibly know if her future husband truly satisfied her if she had no other experience of a man with which to compare him? It was a sound theory, one she did not disagree with. If one's husband is going to be dissatisfactory, one has the right to know, just as they would need to know if he was more than satisfactory.

From their time spent with other ladies in the court, she and Rhaenyra had learned the difference between a satisfied wife and a lonely widow without even the right to the title.

Rhaenyra was determined that Cole would be the comparison, making elaborate plans and schemes. She found it quite amusing and sweet, watching the princess formulate her seduction technique. Cole struck her as the kind of a man who enjoyed torturing himself in the name of honour, but she wished Rhaenyra good fortune in her endeavour.

As for her own comparison..she did not feel she particularly needed one. She knew Rhaenyra satisfied her, without needing another to test the strength of her desires. Rhaenyra had learned what made her tick, what made her laugh, cry out, scream, moan, plead, and beg.

Still, there was no escaping her fate. She would be married one day to a man chosen for her. If she was lucky, he would be handsome, kind, charming, intelligent, fun, and witty. With the grace of the Gods, he would possess at least two of her desired features.

She could not possibly predict if he would be able to satisfy her. There would be no way of knowing until their wedding night, when it was too late to turn back. She may not have felt the need for a comparison, but she was curious to understand the fuss about fucking a man.

The ladies at court were so frustratingly vague when it came to the subject. It could be alluded to, implied, but never explicitly spoken of. They all had husbands, some had secret lovers, and yet they still would not speak of the topic with more than a few coy words.

Was it good? Bad? Joyous? Dull?

To hide something under a veil made it more desirable, and she and Rhaenyra were determined to lift that veil. They satisfied each other, brought each great pleasure, but they had a curiosity they needed to be sated.

How would the hard edges of a man's body feel compared to the soft lines of each other's? Would a man's hand touch them more roughly? Would he take the time they took with one other to bring each of them to the highest peaks? Would he lay with them afterwards, gently touching and whispering and laughing?

Rhaenyra did not let her lack of progress with Cole slow her determination. She merely rattled the shackles of his willpower harder.

She looked elsewhere to have her curiosity satisfied. There were men she knew would be more than willing to assist her in her research, though those were exactly the men she did not want.

The man who would give her answers would present them to her freely, she knew. Only once she had struck first, he would never give her the satisfaction of initiation.

She chooses a feast as the setting for her test. With all the wine, food, music and revelry nobody will even notice her machinations. Well, Rhaenyra will notice. That thought had crossed her mind and spurred her forward. The princess is busy trying to detach a knight from his honour while she is looking for a knight to detach her from her own.

Her plan sparks to life with ease, a coy glance here, a hint of a smile there. Her attire has been chosen carefully, to allow her to be noticed. She had planned to approach him, after her dance with a man who did not move her as easily as the music did.

He defies her expectations, approaches her first. The man she had danced with is cast aside, she has an opportunity to dance with another dragon and she gladly takes it.

He knows exactly what she is doing, he tells her.

They move in a slow circle, her eyes looking up at him as she tells him that what she is doing is clearly appealing to him.

He does not disagree.

They wrap an arm around each other, his around her waist, hers around his back.

He asks how she feels about betraying her dragon. She says that dragons do not need to fight each other. They could live in harmony, if they chose to.

They stop moving, gazes locked together, bodies pressed close. He looks across the room, to where his niece is so desperately vying for the attention of an undeserving man.

She follows his gaze, he looks back at her.

She thanks him for the dance, her eyes focused on Rhaenyra.

He asks if she truly believes dragons can exist together harmoniously.

She looks back to him, a smile on her lips. Her hand gestures to one of the many black banners around the great hall, the three headed dragon emblazoned upon it.

It is an inherent truth, she tells him.

P.S: As you have seen, I do not have the reader in this story marked as a particular character. As with my other stories, descriptions of 'her' have been kept as vague as possible so that 'She' may inhabit many forms. However, it occurred to me as I wrote this that, as I have played around with the lore, mainly by keeping Aemma alive, I have invited the possibility for the 'She' in this story to be Alicent. I am not opposed to this, I am a huge fan of Alicent and her dynamic with Rhaenyra. I would prefer to write a story about them using both their names explicitly, but I do enjoy the thought that one of the many forms of 'She' here is Alicent ♡

PPS: Rhaenyra in this story is clearly younger than the Rhaenyra in the gif above but Emma D'Arcy in that moment has me on my knees so I had to use it.

#hotd #hotd fanfic #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #purely self indulgent nonsense

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bisharp-that-likes-chips · 2 years

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idk if you can make this but uhh

How about the main 4 n Jebus with a reader who talks Spanish, and mostly is form Chile.

If you don't know how we talk you can search it or I can give you examples like: "Wena hermano (What's up bro)" "Que wea (wtf)" "Conchetumare (fuck)" etc etc etc bla bla.

I hope you can make this, it will be funny lol

Hank:

When he heard u speak to him in a different way for the first time, he was kinda confused.

You had to tell him that you’re speaking Spanish, which is different from his language (English)

He doesn’t know what languages are, so you had to teach him how people from other places in the world speak (he didn’t even know there were places other than Nevada, how sad)

(Well, he probably did, he probably just forgot)

He wants you to teach him some Spanish so he can use it around his allies just to be funny

He likes to call Deimos, un ”estúpido” (idiot) which causes him to get pissed and throw whatever object is closest at him.

Sanford:

He’s really interested in you.

He never met someone that spoke a different language before.

He’s interested in learning about others’ cultures from around the world.

He’ll probably (politely but wishfully) ask you to teach him some words

When you do, he’ll use what he learned a lot

He might call Deimos some mean names (e.g. perdedoro (loser), aborto (scrub), or tonto (dummy)

He’ll definitely compliment you in Spanish a lot

“Eres tan hermosa/o” (You’re so beautiful) “Hola encontador(a)” (hey lovely) “sabes que te quiero” (you know I love you ❤️)

Deimos:

He was very confused on what you said to him.

Deimos: Are you calling me hot 😃?!

You: No, I’m was saying hello to you in Spanish.

Instead of learning from you, he goes onto Google translate and searches up flirtatious terms in Spanish (sometimes they’re not always correct)

After that, be prepared to be doted on a lot in Spanish

“Hey casiña, tu trasero se ve bien hoy.” (search it up yourself)

You either are flattered by his corny compliment

Or you just slap him in the face and walk away from him pissed off

He’ll also use what he learned from you in spanish to insult the boys.

He probably gets his nuts kicked after.

2BDamned:

2BDamned is actually quite fluent in a good number of languages, and Spanish is one of them.

You two talk to each other in Spanish a lot and no one can understand what the both of you are saying to each other.

Sometimes, he and you like to watch Spanish dubbed movies together or listen to songs with Spanish lyrics.

The two of you are inseparable, and you guys like to share compliments with each other in Spanish. You guys don’t care how weird the others feel when they’re around you being all lovey-dovey with each other.

Sometimes, 2B dreams about the two of you moving to Chile and getting married. He thinks that where you came from is a nice place and he wants to live there with you someday.

Jebus:

He wants to learn more about your culture.

He’s tired of having to deal with everyone killing each other and all that crazy shit and seeing your beautiful and unique appearance is a breath of fresh air for him.

He likes to lay his head on your lap and rest while listening to your nice voice.

Even if he doesn’t fully understand what you’re saying, he still listens and tries to comprehend the best he can.

Jeb also tries his best to communicate with you in Spanish. Sometimes, he’ll screw up, and then you’ll have to correct him (to him it’s embarrassing, but to you it’s quite funny and cute)

#madness combat x reader #madness combat #hank x reader #hank j wimbleton #deimos #deimos x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #duolingo bird would be proud #jebus #jebus x reader #2bdamned #2bdamned x reader

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msfbgraves · 10 months

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All the three main men in Daniel’s life (Pop, Michael, Terry) all love him intensely, and all hurt him deeply, and all truly suck.

He’s his Pop’s favourite pup, he totally adores him (to a disturbing extent) and he dotes on him and spoils him. Lavishes him with love. Yet Pop’s the one that bartered Daniel off to Terry. Used him as a living, breathing pawn to save the family. His youngest, his baby, only 18, looking 14, hardly more than a child—sold to a man 10 years his senior who threatened murder. That’s a promise broken on so many levels.

Then there’s calculating, reserved psycho Michael. I get the impression that Daniel is his favourite sibling, yet he’s also totally willing to use him to further the family’s means. He encouraged the match with Terry, he thought it best, and he was partly responsible for the horrific night and what came of it. Indirectly, he caused/causes(?) so much pain and misery in Daniel’s life.

And Terry. Good god, Terry. Loves and adores and craves Daniel to a psycho amount, more than anyone or anything and is also the one that wounds him the most, and the deepest. The rape, the cheating. The constant undercurrent of lust and violence, love and cruelty towards his own spouse. Buys him jewelry and a collar to thank him for letting him fuck him like a whore. His, again, willingness to use Daniel and his own pups to gain an empire, despite Daniel not particularly wanting this for himself or his babies. Forcing Daniel over and over to take a more active role, controlling him in every way, ruthless in his loving and his fucking. The definition of the monster is in your home.

I mean!!!!!!!!!

This poor, sweet boy. Just always going from one mess to another, and never allowed to truly make his own choices. Any choice he makes is just such a small defiance it hardly counts. He really is someone’s son, someone’s sibling, someone’s mate—and always a pawn in someone else’s game. Sometimes I wish he had just run away with Kumiko. Hell, even Johnny Lawrence, haha 😭 Daniel needs to be petted and loved, and not given love at the sharp end of a knife. He’s such a sweetheart! 🥲 Lmao but despite saying this I still want Silverusso to be together forever.

😭 What’s wrong with me 🙃

Beautiful analysis.

I think it would make Daniel sad to hear that his choices "hardly count", though. The problem is more that he has very little space to manoeuver, and every choice would have enormous consequences.

I don't know who of you actually play chess, but Daniel's position is like a pawn deep at the enemy's end of the board. If you get a pawn there, backed up well - even when it can hardly attack anyone far and not move unless the other player allows it, man, can that pawn make it hard for the enemy to play or attack well! If that pawn could say (and it can't) "nope, I'm out! I'm just a pawn anyway!" the King would be like "What?! You're keeping the enemy at bay simply by being there, doing nothing! You aren't going anywhere!"

That's Daniel. All around him, war is raging, and he can't move, he's blocked from all sides, but if the enemy makes a wrong move or two suddenly he becomes a Queen, which is as close as chess has to a weapon of mass destruction. And he isn't safe, but at this point he can usually only be killed at insane cost to the enemy so a smart player will try to avoid that. So he's all position and great potential threat. So, how do you deal with that position? Become a weapon of mass destruction? Sacrifice yourself to take on a far grander enemy? Or bide your time, hoping the big shots fight it out themselves?

And Michael - Daniele is his brother, his blood, and inside information on a potential enemy. He loves him. And he sometimes needs to tell him things straight when Pop won't. He knows better than anyone how to play the game while not being Alpha, but he doesn't know how deeply his little brother loves. He loves too, but it's always power he seeks without really asking why. And that is lethal. Nessa is not on the game by choice, Louie is a hands on guy, Michael is an excellent Don but he needs his little brother where he is for maximum impact. And Daniel has had to grow around this impossible position. He knows his potential, but he has to be very careful on how to use it and in what phase of the game.

#knights and pawns #mob au #omegaverse

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hhawks · 1 year

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OMG HI! I fell asleep last night and logged back on here and saw you and anon mentioning me and I WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE TO TALK ABOUT MY SILVER BUNNY MAN

So the dating sim is a Korean game called Dandelion Wishes Brought To You. It's a little older and it was made by the same company that did Mystic Messenger and I played it on Steam! The MC is this girl who is very unhappy with her life because she is forced by her mother to be a ridiculous overachiever in college and she isn't even sure what she wants to do with her future (honestly I found it really relatable lol). Anyways, she wakes up one day to find that someone left two cats and three rabbits in her house, and she decides to take them in. And eventually, once you raise enough affection with one of them, they... Turn into normal-looking hot dudes with animal ears that you can date lmao.

I know the premise is a little out there, and even I was kind of put off by it because of animal aspect (catboys and bunnyboys are usually not really my thing RIP), but I actually really loved it! The game itself is really fun and most of the characters are really compelling. And when they change they absolutely look like normal humans excpet for the animal ears, which is good. I can't really say much about why and how the animals showed up at her place, who left them there, and why they were even initially animals for plot/spoiler reasons (you don't have to play it ofc but I do recommend it if you're interested!), but it's all explained.

ANYWAYS, you can date any of the five dudes depending on whose route you get on, and my favorite is the silver bunny, whose name is Jihae <3 He's definitely more reserved, but he's always very polite and respectful to you even when you aren't trying to romance him. But when you ARE on his route and actively trying to romance him, oh my gosh he's so tender and kind and wonderful. He's also just really attentive and caring, and he dotes on you more and more the closer you get to him and it kills meeeee!!! It made me feel like a princess hehe. And he also has a really sad backstory (as a lot of dating sim love interests do lmao) and as much as I love him he also just makes me sad. He's so soft and gentle and as a shy girl who is also a big softie, I love it a lot <3

Also, after he becomes a human, he is like...so, so pretty. Like beautiful. He's got long silver hair and pretty blue eyes and he's really tall. I just love Jihae so much <333

There's also a tsundere bunnyboy who likes romance novels and an overprotective catboy if you're interested in the game lol. But obviously my silver bunny man is the one for me hehe :D Thank you for letting me ramble!!!

i absolutely am not kidding i read this whole thing with a hand over my mouth like 🤭🤭 the whole time i love this premise actually I LOVE HYBRID BOYS THEY R MY FAVOURITE <3 thank you for sharing with the class anon i absolutely love when people ramble about things they love in my inbox. i've never played a dating sim but i did have a whole convo way back when about different dating sims and maybe i'll give them a try

ALSO I HAD TO GOOGLE. jihae. i had to. and when i saw this mf...

KITE????? FROM HXH????? IS THAT U

jokes aside this looks mad cute that black haired catboy looks yummy af <3

#actually i'm already playing the ultimate dating sim called irl where i date my lovely gf #JOKES #i think dating sims are so fun i love #i'm calling u silver bunny man anon #concierge ☎️#darlings: silver bunny man anon

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watchyourdigits · 9 months

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Eventually I'll do a write-up on the minor OCs in my fics. Perhaps build them their own little universes because they deserve it. Especially Alice and Eileen, my beautiful lesbian babies. Some backstory and faceclaims below for those who don't read my fics because I LOVE these two sm (general Night Letter ramblings as well below the cut, lots of rehashed stuff heh).

For those who don't read Night Letter, Frankie is my Sole Survivor OC. He's a gay (cowboy-adjacent) man born in TN. He was moved out to/raised in TX when he was ~4 by his father (who became an alcoholic) after his mom passed away while having his younger brother (who also didn't make it). He's got three older sisters who were very protective of him.

Frankie shipped up to Boston for the military after his dad caught him kissing boys & this lovely lady named Alice at a bar near her college/his station. They hit it off really well and found common ground in being closeted gays. They met up a few more times before deciding to get married to keep up appearances and maintain an "acceptable" social life. And also to appease both their families to remain in their respective inheritances, of course. Gotta do what you gotta do.

Eileen was Alice's live-in "friend". Or long-distance cousin, depending on the day. So far as anyone in Sanctuary Hills knew anyway lmao Surprise! They were partners and met in college. Frankie loved them both so so so dearly. They reminded him of his sisters back home, whom he missed constantly while settling down in Boston. Alice and Eileen doted on him furiously and were the only reason he stayed sane when Malcolm - Frankie's first true love that he met in the military - was killed in action. They kept him grounded.

Shaun was born from Alice and Frankie in the technical sense only. The ladies really wanted a kid together, and Frankie was willing & available to help with that (via sperm donation). He always felt more like an uncle than a father, and that's what they always called him: Uncle Frankie. I might be reconning my own fic here, in all honesty. I actually can't remember if I mentioned the term "uncle" specifically in Night Letter. Also I'm pretty sure I just said he was available to help in that department and never specified that he didn't fuck Alice!!!!!! ALSO he does strategically refer to himself as Shaun's father in the post-apocalypse because he thinks it legitimizes his cause to find him more than if he were just his uncle, saying it for the sake of emotional appeal to those he might need help from. You bet your ass he'll go back to being Uncle once Shaun is living with them :')

My FCs for Alice and Eileen are Elizabeth Taylor and Jane Powell (respectively) because I saw this one picture and couldn't help myself bc they are so goddamn cute

Do note: they are merely mentioned in the fic (posthumously obviously). I have ~problems~ because I have way too much in my head for them despite them not being relevant at all. Like how their first date was a total disaster because Alice stupidly suggested they get milkshakes. Alice does not like sweet things. Eileen does, but they're both lactose intolerant. Neither said anything because they were both just so nervous and trying to be romantic. The date itself was fine, but they couldn't meet up the next day because they were both SUFFERING. Both made elaborate excuses as to why they didn't show up, only to find the other hadn't showed either. They didn't talk about it, calling it a wash, and only found the truth out after two years of being together when wine drunk one night in Eileen's dorm room.

In other news, is it bad that I've considered making Eileen into a ghoul?? Alice was Frankie's legal wife so she was in the vault. But Eileen was out of the house when the bombs fell (not that she was registered for the vault anyway). I like to think she went ghoul instead of being struck from earth okay let me be 😭😭

Less important, but Malcolm (aka Mal, aka loverboy) and Frankie (aka Franklin Lee Barr aka don't fuckin' call me Franklin) are Sal Mineo and James Dean, respectively:

#i give pay them an homage in raise hell (in name only) because i think about them all the time #but they exist within the Frankie-verse #oh no regg is being annoying about OCs again what a SURPRISE #oc: alice #oc: eileen #fic: night letter #throwing this there because of the FCs #oc: malcolm #oc: frankie #a lot of this is in the fic already but i'm putting it all in one place so i can pull it up when i need to #// implied homophobia

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spicymayo1983 · 3 years

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Hiya. For this story I decided to do a Scenes From A Marriage meets Star Wars mash up. Throughout the series I've been thinking about how I could turn it into a Poe Dameron story. I decided to depart from my usual Poe X reader pairings and make him the naughty one this time. Lol. A bad boy fighting his own demons despite the fact that he is the poster boy for the rebellion. The femme reader is in the process of a painful and complicated divorce with Poe after you caught him in a difficult to explain and extremely compromising position with a trusted friend.

The fact that you share a one year old son together makes everything even more painful.

You still love Poe but his actions killed a small part of you that day. Do you want your relationship to survive or is it really over for good?

Warnings, angst, smut, cheating, guy on guy action, not for anyone under 18.

Scene 1, The Betrayal

You remembered that fateful afternoon like it was yesterday. The sounds played bitterly in your head like a proverbial broken record.

You'd come home early that day, the baby hadn't been picked up from daycare just yet because you had decided to run some groceries home first.

As soon as you walked through the door you sensed something was off. Mainly due to the fact that you could hear the water running in the shower and your spouse, Poe Dameron, was supposedly at a high level meeting with other rebellion officers.

"Who's there?" You called out, your heart pounding in your chest as you slid open the bathroom door, unsure of who, or what, you would see behind it.

It was your husband Poe. And he was in the shower with your mutual friend Finn. The two were soaping each other up in between steamy kisses. You were stopped dead in your tracks by the sight of these two nude, beautiful men.

Admittedly it would have been an arousing scene if you weren't married to one of them.

Their rather large cocks were both fully erect. It was obvious that this was an act of foreplay as the two lovers prepared to have sex. Poe had his dark eyes closed from pleasure as Finn lovingly massaged shampoo into his gorgeous curly hair.

Poe turned around and began to passionately kiss Finn, judging by the affection and the way they looked at and touched each other this had been going on for a very long time.

They held onto each other tight and kissed with a special fire and intensity that said true love. It was such a shocking, mesmerizing scene that you were frozen in place and unable to turn away.

Shell shocked you wandered into the bedroom, where you sat down on the edge of the bed as you listened to the obscene moans of your husband as Finn made passionate love to him.

Present day

It was nearly 6 months after the incident. Without confronting Finn and Poe you simply left, taking your son and moving in with your best friend that same day.

Communication on a personal level had been spotty at best after that day. You arranged for Poe to see his son, who was now a strong, healthy one year old, several times a week but kept your own words with him personally to a minimum.

Poe loved that little boy and was a loving, doting father. The way his eyes, and entire face, lit up when he saw him, was simply beautiful.

The man that you had considered your soulmate was becoming a stranger to you, and it was devastating.

A small part of you still loved the man that betrayed you.

"Everything of yours is in that corner, I tried to carefully pack the fragile things but if something got broken I'm sorry".

"It's okay, it's just stuff".

You were back in the now nearly empty home that you shared with Poe to collect your belongings. You were sitting on the sofa, staring down at the floor as you mumbled those words, unable to look him in the face.

With a deep sigh Poe sat down next to you and said,

"Look at me".

"I can't". You replied quickly as you felt the tears well in your eyes as you continued to stare down at the floor.

"Look at me". Poe insisted weakly as he slipped his arm around you.

With a deep, disgusted groan you looked up, and into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

Poe eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying but he was still smiling slightly.

"It's nice to see you again, like this, just the two of us". Poe confessed, still smiling as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. "I've missed you, and having our son here all the time".

"You don't need to put on the charm with me". You explained with a smile and a bitter laugh. "Where are the papers? I want to sign them and be done".

"Is that all you care about? Signing the papers and walking out of my life forever?" Poe asked as his smile faded.

"To be brutally honest it is". You replied quickly, laughing at the nerve of his words. "If I never had to see you again I'd be thrilled, but unfortunately we live on the same base and share a son".

"Then do it, I won't stop you". Poe snapped angrily. "The papers are over there, on the kitchen counter".

Shakily you stood up and went into the kitchen. You grabbed the first pen you saw and bitterly started to flip through the official looking stack of documents.

Your blood was boiling, and everything looked like a blur due to your own festering rage.

"I need to sit down". You told him weakly as the room started to spin.

Poe stood up and immediately helped you back to the the living room, and back on the sofa. He handed you a glass of water as he lovingly kissed you on the forehead.

"Thanks". You told him weakly, smiling slightly.

"Take all the time you need". Poe said softly as he began to affectionately stroke your cheek.

His familiar touch felt comforting and you would be lying if you said that you didn't miss him.

"I'm not going to lie, being here again, with you, is stirring up all sorts of feelings, fuck". You told him with a weak laugh as you allowed him to continue to touch you.

"Can I kiss you?" Poe asked, smiling a little and looking deeply into your eyes.

"You may". You replied with a laugh.

You shared a passionate kiss with your estranged husband and to be perfectly honest it felt fantastic, and right.

Poe's hand started to creep up your leg and underneath your short skirt.

"Can I touch you?" He asked, massaging your thigh a little with his strong hand.

You could see his excitement through his tight pants, you were dealing with your own arousal when you looked him in the eyes and confessed,

"Whatever you do, don't stop".

Poe slipped his hand underneath your skirt and began to teasingly stroke you through your underwear. Finally he pushed your panties aside and began to caress your throbbing clit with his thumb, slipping two fingers gently inside of you as he did so.

Poe picked you up off of the sofa and carried you into the bedroom and placed you on what was once your marital bed.

After feverishly removing his own clothes his head immediately went between your spread legs and he began to pleasure you with his mouth.

With his tongue inside of your body you cried out his name as you experienced climax after climax. What Poe was doing to you felt wrong, and right, at the same time.

You were angry at yourself for enjoying it. You dug your nails hard into his back, drawing blood, when Poe got on top of you and penetrated your wet, throbbing hole with his thick, uncut cock.

"Fuck, it's tighter than I remembered". Poe confessed with a laugh and a groan as he started to pound into you.

"Damn you, it's bigger than I remembered". You told him with a laugh and a slight moan as you could feel his impressive girth stretching your wet walls.

Poe laughed a little at your frank confession as he continued to fuck you, grunting in ecstasy as he began to nibble on your neck.

With your bodies entwined you could feel Poe cum deep inside of you, filling you with liberal amounts of his warm seed.

Afterwards the two of you cuddled in bed, both of you were still in slight shock at what had happened.

"Aren't you going to clean up?" Poe asked, laughing a little and kissing you on the forehead.

"No, I enjoy the feeling of you inside of me". You confessed as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

"You still love me, don't you?" Poe asked, as he fought back his own tears.

His words made you freeze for a moment. You had no idea what to tell him.

End of scene 1

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #poe dameron smut #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #fanfic smut #fanfiction #fanfic

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daiseukiis · 3 years

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: ̗̀➛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 ?

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─꒱ in which we peak into how jujutsu kaisen characters handle their child on a daily basis。

─꒱ feat. gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara & itadori yuji

─꒱ warnings ; none

─꒱ notes ; suddenly i’m having jjk as parents brain rot after a night of reading megumi smut

─꒱ JJK AS PARENTS PART TWO

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─── ➴ GOJO SATORU

꒰꒰ he’s a great dad trust me, spoils his child like no one’s business. you want the entire set of the haikyuu manga and crunchyroll premium? give him five minutes to purchase them. want front row tickets to see nct in korea? yeah, he’ll get it for them and thats plane tickets on first class

꒰꒰ but don’t get me wrong,,, he’s a doting father but sometimes it might be just too much.

꒰꒰ for starters, mans gotta know where their kid's heading on a daily basis. gotta shot him a text that heading to shibuya with your friends or taking a flight to okinawa or hokkaido. he just wants them to be safe !!

꒰꒰ expect him to text his kid almost every time he’s out buying anything. he’d be all the way in osaka, they're in class they will randomly get a text from him if they want uncle rikuro cheese cake or kuidaore taro pudding.

꒰꒰ not to mention !!! he will text you it’s an emergency and they have to call him, a matter of life or death situation. knowing he’s a shaman, he could die but there’s like a percentage of a chance that could happen, it's percentage rivals how fast he can activate his expansion domain. which isn’t much. but when they pick up the phone, he’s just gonna ask the. which top would look better or say there’s a hot deal for these sweets across the street and if they wanna go

꒰꒰ his favourite thing to do it probably embarrass his kid in front of their friends. maybe. yeah. baby pictures and all

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter his father radar is SO high. a boy gives even a glance her way, he will probably threathen them. spoils her with so much it even HURTS to look at his bank account but he's rich so ;;; takes her out shopping and half his camera roll is photos of her or selfies of them

꒰꒰ if it's a guy, he will cheer him on every time a girl confesses his love for his son. probably even gives him condoms and tips but you didn't hear that from me. with no doubt gloat to his students how amazing and manly his son is, takes him out on missions when he wants and goes sweet store hopping with him

꒰꒰ if his child returns home crying for whatever reason, a boy broke her heart or someone beat their kid up for doing the right thing;; bitch gojo is gon beat the shit outta them no cap

꒰꒰ he's the dad every teacher flirts with at parent teacher conferences, and the dad every girl in the friend with has a crush on

─── ➴ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

꒰꒰ amazaing dad, but probably should work more on the expressing it to his kid area

꒰꒰ he won't spoil them rotten like gojo, but if he sees its something that they truly want and sees that it's of use or valuable, he will get it for them because he wants to see his kid smile

꒰꒰ he's not big on affection, probably a hug time to time and an appreciation pat on the head. if his kid falls he would just crouch down and ask if they need a hand, or is their baby girl starts crying he'll pick her up into his arms and pat his head

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter he would be reluctant to go shopping with her, but he does like the fact that his kid is smiling and showing him her outfits. he better have a say as well if there's an attire that shows to much skin, he just wants the best for his girl. if a boy looks her way with a look, he will emit an aura enough for the boy to piss his pants

꒰꒰ if his kid is a boy, you bet hes gonna teach his son to beat up half the delinquents up the area too ‼ he has so much trust in his son, they would spar sometimes and he would take him on to missions. he sucks at giving advice, probably around the words of 'just be yourself?' he won't show it but he's cheering for you

꒰꒰ he's a chill dad, if their kid ever forgets anything at home and he's off to drop it off at school, he would be a bit reluctant cuz why did they forget it to begun with, but he's gonna do it anyways <3 the one parent that everyone calls pretty

꒰꒰ he'll text his kid basic and short messages, a how's your day or do you want anything from here kinda texts when he's out on missions. he wants to be sure that you're given enough space to be yourself within his reach

꒰꒰ fushiguro screams like the type of dad that would have a family photo in his wallet. i just find that cute and UGGH yes <3

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying, he's going to immediately comfort them. bad test or shitty day, he's gonna be slightly awkward but he'll take them out for their favourite food or arcade

꒰꒰ he's also the typa dad that will check up on you before he goes to bed or when he comes back from a mission, when you're all asleep just to make sure you're safe

─── ➴ KUGISAKI NOBARA

꒰꒰ listen,,, listen, kugisaki is a bad bitch mother and it radiates that energy

꒰꒰ if she has a kid, she's gonna raise them to be the baddest bitch in all of tokyo, in all of japan if all i care. she gives her kids credit for even trying to beat gojo up, but if they can't she's still gonna be happy if they tell her they kicked a guy's kneecaps in for taking their lunch money

꒰꒰ a little reckless, her parenting methods are a bit questionable but like its kugisaki here, she does whatever the hell she wants. her kid falls to the ground? don't cry pussy, get up you're better than this

꒰꒰ kugisaki's that mother who probably buys take out food every friday, or takes her kids out to a mf buffet only to tell them to pay for her because she gave birth to their ungrateful asses

꒰꒰ she's the most chill mother out there, all her kids' friends probably want to be adopted by her because she's fun and knows how to kick ass

꒰꒰ if she has a daughter, definitely wants them to be famous instead of a shaman. she wants to see her kid rocking those magazines or fuckin it up in movies or j-dramas, so she got rights to stroll through the red carpet as the most beautiful mother

꒰꒰ if she has a son, definitely will end up making him into a loyal, bad boy who knows how to drink his respect women juice on a daily basis. the son who also get absolutely wrecked by his own mother in smash bros. doesn't matter how old kugisaki is, she would still be able to beat her son even if he's a first grade shaman

꒰꒰ if her kids come home crying, i bet you she'll only scold them. she'll ask why the hell you crying over this guy/girl, they're way low of the standards and are not even it. she would convince them that they're so much better (?) to make them feel good about themselves. and then she'll probably head lock the kid to crush on a better person

꒰꒰ she's the type of mother who wouldn't sit down to talk to her kid often, sometimes she also socks at communicate like fushiguro but at least she knows it. she would be the type that would comfort her kid by bring food ( typical asian parent shit tsk iykyk )

꒰꒰ she's also that type of mother when they tell her that someone makes fun of something to the point that their kid is broken by it, she will get out that car and pick at fight with the kids, and then wipe their ass on the floor, and the mop the deck with their parents

─── ➴ ITADORI YUJI

꒰꒰ this man is the personification of a fun, chill and laid-back father

꒰꒰ he would be the dad that would wake their kid up in the morning so they're not late, pack their food or bring food to their school if they forgot to bring any

꒰꒰ he doesn't really spoil his kid, but you bet he'll take them to fun places like arcades, escape rooms and even go street food binging. definitely would have a movie marathon too

꒰꒰ if he's back from a mission early and near the school his kid goes too, you bet he's going to catch them by the end of school just to walk home with them and take about his mission

꒰꒰ he's the kind of dad that wouldn't mind if they're swearing around the house, but they gotta watch their mouth still, he doesn't want them to be as bad as sailor nor does he want them picking up nasty habits

꒰꒰ if his kid is a girl, he will give her space and room for anything, be it needing some time alone after a bad test or constantly wanting to go out with her friends to get her mind off things that he might not be able to fix. he doesn't mind going shopping, definitely would give an opinion to any outfits with a thumbs up. takes pictures with his daughter on any shenanigans they do together and send them to his group chat with kugisaki and fushiguro

꒰꒰ having a boy, he would want to play sports with them and go on missions. sometimes they would go to the arcade to try the punching game to see who has the highest and then bet the lower pays for food after. he likes giving advice, even though it won't be helpful or will be, he's gonna say it either in hopes that it'll be brought up in their head in any moment they're in

꒰꒰ he's the type of dad that has a selfie of him and his kid as a lockscreen i jUST KNOW IT

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying he will be so worried. like whats wrong, what happened, who hurt you, does he have to punch someone?! he's going to pull them into his arms and take them out for food, maybe even a walk. he's they type to want to cheer them up no matter the situation, and probably when they're all good and dandy, he will personally talk to solve the root of the problem behind their back

꒰꒰ when there's something to be settled, i bet you that they settle it with a game of rock-paper-scissors out five ‼‼

─── ➴ SUKUNA ( BONUS )

꒰꒰ what makes you think this man wanted a child, if he did have one ; probably either got it killed during the heian era or he killed it for his superiority complex </3

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oddsnendsfanfics · 3 years

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Sparkle

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: It’s so fluffy!

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: thank you @rmtndew for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes!

Henry Cavill Master List

“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.

Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.

“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.

Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.

“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”

Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.

At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.

He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.

In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.

“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”

“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.

“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.

“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”

“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.

“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.

Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.

“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.

“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”

“You wouldn't dare,”

“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”

Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.

“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”

“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”

“Oops,”

“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”

Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.

In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.

He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.

Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.

The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.

Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.

“Ladies, what's next?”

“Lunch!” “Make up!”

Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”

“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.

“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.

“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”

“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.

Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back. This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.

Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.

“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”

“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”

“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.

“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”

It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.

If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.

“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”

“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.

“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”

“Sorry, but can I?”

“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.

“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.

“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him. “Whatever you want.”

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #henry cavill

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xmenshenanigans · 3 years

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Hey, it's me again, lol!

Well I've been thinking about this pretty a lot and, I don't know if this is your kind of post, but I was wondering who would be like date someone of x-family, but you are an outsider. Like... not of other country or other necessarily human, but... I mean they live in a school and almost don't get out but to stop villains, so they are probably in their own world inside the school. I really hope you got it because I made a mess to explain.

Anyway, how would be to date a member of x-family begin an outsider?

I think I understand!

I did my best to answer, but I may have gone more in depth than you were thinking. I’m not sure exactly who you mean by X-Family, because they’re all one big family. So, I added a lot of people!

NOTE: I did not put Erik and Charles in because they are kind of the parents of X-Family, and you specifically asked for X-Family. I don’t know if the parents would date anyone besides the other.

I don’t really do character x reader stuff, but this was a fun prompt. I hope I cover everything! Tell me what you think—feedback is appreciated! As always, thank you so much for the ask. Keep them coming! They are a lot of fun!

WANDA MAXIMOFF– Wanda likes domesticity. We saw that in WandaVision! I think you would likely meet her at the movie theatre, or a coffee shop. She can be a bit of a sap for things like that. She would be closed off at first, but if you could make her laugh, she would fall pretty fast. After that, it would be drive-in movies with popcorn fights in the front seats, references to sitcoms that the two of you watched together, and other fun dates (playing Twister, making cupcakes together, pretending to be witches and/or a witch and wizard attending Hogwarts together, etc.). Wanda might even show off her magic a bit to make you smile! It would be very two-way. Both of you would get a lot out of the relationship. Charles would likely dote over you if you could make Wanda smile. He would be the parent that constantly asks Wanda how her girlfriend/boyfriend is doing. Erik would probably be skeptical until he saw you making Wanda happy. Pietro would play lots of jokes on you to see how you react—do you take it well, or get mad? That would determine how he views you.

PIETRO MAXIMOFF— Pietro does have a life outside of the mansion. He gets away every moment he can, and because he’s so fast, there’s nothing his parents can do to stop him. You would probably be a friend of his that he met on one of his excursions from the mansion. It would start as just a friendship. But then friendship would probably turn into fun practical jokes that you could both laugh at. Karaoke nights would start to get later and later as the two of you refused to watch the clock and just spent time with one another. Halloween would be a lot of fun—I think Pietro would probably want to do a couple costume. He would refuse to call it that, though. Everyone else would meet you first as a friend, and then the psychics (Jean and Charles) would catch on that there was something more to it. They would make lighthearted fun of the two of you, but because they are both so caring, they would also take you under their wings, so to speak. Erik, on the other hand, may threaten you if you hurt his son. And Wanda would probably judge you.

JEAN GREY— Jean is studying to be a doctor, and I assume she still goes to classes outside of the Xavier Mansion. In order to get her attention, you would need to prove that you don’t like her for looks. She has had a rough love life, and they always seem to want her because she’s pretty. If you could prove to Jean that you like her because she’s funny, CRAZY smart, and fun to be around, then she would start inviting you to things. If you let her make the first move, she would probably like you even more. Dates would include long drives where the two of you could talk about anything and everything, book store dates where you would buy each other books, and the occasional food fight. Jean has a fun side that she rarely shows: she likes to be a kid, too, not just a superhero that studies medicine. She likes to make a mess, dance around, and stay up all night telling scary stories. If you were into that kind of thing, Jean would be a lifelong lover. She’s very heart-to-heart. Erik would probably look at you and nod slowly, because he could see the love in Jean’s eyes. Charles would be the skeptical one here. He would not want to see Jean get hurt, and it would take a few weeks for him to warm up. The other kids would probably adore you—after all, you would be someone totally new that can bring out the good in just about anyone.

RAVEN DARKHOLME— Would You Date Me? That was the song (yes, from the soundtrack of X-Men: First Class) that Raven would think when she met you. You would probably meet her on the battlefield. Raven is attracted to bad boys/girls. You would probably be a villain, and she would be a reformed hero. She would meet you and want to know more. You would not hurt her in battle because you have a softer side, and she would want to understand why. That would lead to her sneaking out of the mansion in the middle of the night to meet with you in various places. The dates would include was-that-fighting-or-flirting and a lot of heart-to-heart talking. Raven needs body positivity, and if you gave it to her, she would be eternally thankful. When you eventually would meet the rest of X-Family, it would be a little awkward... you would have tried to kill everyone in the room multiple times. Charles forgives easily, so he would accept you quickly. Erik has been in your position before, so he would like you, too. The other kids might take some time though!

ORORO MUNROE— Ororo used to be a pickpocket, and I think you would likely meet her by trying to pickpocket her. She would see you and decide that she wants to help you. You would start by meeting up for coffee and lunch where she can help you overcome your desire to steal. After that, you would open up and start to trust her more, but you would also want to spend more time with her. She would meet up with you at any time, whenever you needed her. Dates would include dancing in the rain and Ororo taking you up into the clouds to watch the sun set. She would teach you to garden and give you self-worth until you no longer felt the desire to steal to get by. The others would accept you very easily—if Ororo likes you, you have to be good.

SCOTT SUMMERS— Scott is very traditional. He would probably rescue you during battle—maybe a stone tower was going to fall on you or something, and he blasted it away. He likes to be the hero. After that, the two of you would start meeting up in all the cliche ways. He would take you to the movies or out to food. He would throw pebbles at your window, and send you long texts about how beautiful you are. Scott has gone through many lovers before, but the others would see the way he looks at you through his visor and quickly decide that you’re one of the better ones.

KURT WAGNER— Kurt is super religious, and I suspect you would meet him through church. He would be very shy, but if you were able to look past the blue, two-fingered, tailed exterior, you would find the softest of hearts. He would bring you flowers with small poems attached, and take you on short vacations—teleporting, not traveling—to the beach or to the big city. He would like to see your smile. There would be a lot of surprise gifts, too. If you ever needed him, he would teleport to get there as fast as he could. The others would think it is adorable that you make Kurt smile so much. They would invite you over all the time, for dinner and for game nights.

ROGUE— The poor woman is so touch-starved. You would probably meet her on an occasion that she snuck out, the little rebel. She would like to give you hugs (without skin to skin contact) and run her hand through your hair. The two of you would spray paint walls and have water gun fights as often as you could. She would probably leave you gifts outside your door on a weekly basis. Because she is, well, Rogue, I doubt she would tell the others about you for a couple of months. She would not want to make a scene. She’s also just rebellious like that. When she finally did, though, she would get a talking-to from Charles. Erik would want to meet you immediately, because he would think that you sound awesome. Charles would come around to that view, too. The other kids would probably be a little wary... until they met you.

KITTY PRYDE— NERDS! She is such a geek, and you would probably meet her through robotics or something. It would start as a school girl’s crush, complete with sending one another notes and giving each other looks when no one else is around. Once you got together (she would probably make the first move, but if you beat her to it, she would definitely say yes), she would make bad pick up lines and puns all the time. She would meet up with you to do things like fly drones over restricted areas. When she would take you to meet her family, she would make a big deal out of it. She’d make sure that it was a formal dinner with everyone on their best behavior, and... yeah. The others would find it endearing, and with a good first impression, they would easily accept you into the family.

LOGAN— This one is fun. Logan is a lone wolf. You would likely meet him on a separate mission, possibly in Japan. You would need to chase after him. He would not make the first move. If you chowed him that you really cared for him, then he would start to get protective and try to keep you safe. There would be a lot of late nights drinking and whatnot... I’ll leave the ‘whatnot’ up to your imagination. I mean, this is Logan. But he would love you very deeply. Seldom does Logan fall in love, so when he does, it’s a big deal. That being said, it would probably be a long distance relationship. You would probably not meet the rest of X-Family for a couple of years, until the relationship was solid and he wanted to take you back to the States to meet everyone. It might even be the wedding. If it was the wedding where you finally met the X-Men... expect some laughs. They would tell every embarrassing story about Logan, just to make him flustered.

Holy cow, that was long. I hope you liked it, and I hope it answered your question!!

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10 Random Headcanons About Mr. Hart and Mr. Unwin

1. "It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a certain senior Knight newly crowned as Arthur, must be in want of a Guinevere."

The above piece of wisdom was delivered by one Roxy Morton, a.k.a. Lancelot, complete with a rather Significant Look directed at Eggsy Unwin a.k.a. Galahad.

Eggsy's response was an equally eloquent: "Sod off." Also, he was blushing so hard that Harry even noticed it after he walked into the room five minutes later. Which prompted a completely awkward (and adorable, according to Roxy) exchange that consisted of Harry fussing and Eggsy getting all the more flustered, not helped by the fact that at some point, Harry actually called him: "my dear," seemingly by accident. Harry called for tea and Eggsy had to sit through the rest of the Round Table meeting hiding behind a mug of chamomile and scones.

2. Tristan might be a badass assassin who doted on his dog and could easily kill a dozen men with a dull pencil, but he was also interested in crafts and had a puckish sense of humor. He gifted a framed, cross-stitched version of Roxy's quote to Eggsy. Eventually, Eggsy did end up hanging the damn thing in his own office. This was long, long after Eggsy could finally get over the initial abject horror and sheer mortification that John fuckin' Wick had noticed Eggsy's hopeless affections for Harry Hart.

3. It gets worse. EVERYONE actually saw that Eggsy was arse over tits for Harry Hart. "There, there, lad," Merlin told him much, much later, when they'd finally sorted themselves out. "Actually, everyone else had also noticed that he was equally besotted with you."

"Oi," was Harry's reaction to that, in a very deadpan, accurate imitation of Eggsy's accent.

4. Eggsy's "posh" voice gets any number of reactions when he has occasion to use it. His mates have all died of laughter when they've heard him use it in the shop. His mum is also not immune to the giggles, but only because, as she's remarked, "It suits you, Eggsy-boy." Originally, it was a beautiful, dead-on impersonation of Harry himself. These days, when Eggsy slips into that accent, every syllable crisp, cold, and clear, he can actually be terrifying. This is how Galahad takes command of half a dozen Knights in order to go rescue their King and how he even gets Merlin to snap to attention.

5. What most people don't know is that Harry is equally capable of taking on Eggsy's chav accent. The following exchange was recorded for posterity:

Harry: Ah, yer th'guvna, Merlin. Fanks.

Merlin: You're welcome, Galahad.

Harry: S'Arfur, now, innit?

Merlin: ...

Eggsy: *in the background, giggling*

Merlin: Arthur?

Harry: Yeh, bruv?

Merlin: Don't ever do that to me again.

Eggsy: *loses it completely*

6. Harry Hart, of course, spent some time privately agonizing over the fact that he'd gone and fallen for a man half his age. He'd ruefully thought to himself that if he HAD to go through the obligatory "mid-life crisis" he figured that living the life of a Kingsman would have sorted all that out. But no, he had to go arse over teakettle for one beautiful, brave, bright young man who deserved to have the world laid at his feet. Harry was a gentleman of honor and he was quietly prepared to never openly speak of his feelings. If he could have Eggsy in his life as a very dear friend, then Harry would count himself fortunate. If he could have that familiar voice call him " 'Arry" and laugh and tease and generally be the impertinent, mischief-making, cheeky darling that he was, Harry would be content.

(Merlin has heard all this and had to pour himself a very stiff drink, prior to banging his head on his desk because, OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HARRY ARTHUR FITZWILLIAM HART.)

7. Harry had quickly become wrapped around the tiny, sticky fingers of little Daisy Unwin from the moment they were introduced. Daisy adored her 'Arry and immediately demanded to be picked up and even Eggsy couldn't completely pry her away, at least until she'd finally fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder, one little hand fisted around Harry's tie. Thus, Harry soon became a regular at tea parties, helped Daisy dress her dolls and also helped her invent fanciful adventures for the dolls to go on, involving kings and dashing knights and dragons and princesses.

8. It was Daisy, actually, who'd managed to finally drive home some very important truths.

"I wuv you, 'Arry."

"I love you too, poppet."

"Eggy wuvs 'Arry too. Wilf you marry Eggy, 'Arry?"

Harry's normally brilliant brain had temporarily gone offline at that innocent question but he must've sputtered out some suitable answer: (Perhaps if Eggsy says yes... / O'course 'e will, 'Arry! Eggy wuvs you muchly!) And right on the heels of that, Harry had heard Eggsy respond in this broken, ragged tone that Harry dearly hoped he would never hear again:

"Eggsy would say 'Yes' - that is, if Harry would only ask."

Needless to say, the two idiots eventually managed to bring Daisy back to her Mum, so that they could have a private talk that involved several heartfelt confessions, kisses and other interesting things best left to the imagination.

No, Merlin, Harry and Eggsy absolutely did not end up defiling the Round Table. Why on earth would they do that when there was a perfectly acceptable bedroom?

In any case, the above incident had convinced Merlin that Daisy might well be a worthy "Morgana" to take his place one day.

9. After Harry and Eggsy, in their friends' own words, "finally got their respective heads out of their arses and sorted their shite out," Eggsy has observed that Harry is apparently incapable of at least going one day without addressing Eggsy by some sort of endearment or the other. "My dear" used to slip out quite accidentally, back when they were both mutually pining, which pretty much confirmed everyone else's suspicions about Harry's real feelings. These days, Eggsy will often hear Harry call him "darling" or "dearest" and it never fails to make him blush and feel all warm inside.

Of course, Eggsy has his own endearments and calling Harry "love" or referring to him as "my Harry" never fails to bring out the smile that Eggsy loves the most, the sweet, shy smile that will eventually give way to the one with the dimples.

10. In the wake of the former Arthur's treachery and the clear weaknesses he had in running Kingsman, Harry as Arthur took a different approach in rebuilding and making sure that changes for the better were made. Going out on missions was one of those changes. "Code Excalibur" became an official thing when it became patently clear that while Arthur and Galahad were already deadly working by themselves, they were absolutely lethal when working together. Of course, this was only invoked in missions where basically the fate of the world was at stake.

The most epic case in which a Code Excalibur was invoked happened during what should have been just a simple intelligence gathering mission that the trainees would be watching from the feeds in Merlin's office. Up to this point, the trainees had not realized that the apparently senior Knight known as "Harry" who so often shamelessly flirted with Agent Galahad and regularlymanaged to wipe the floor with the more arrogant trainees, was actually Arthur himself. Somehow, explosions, potential doomsday weapons and Arthur and Galahad being magnificently badass together happened, at which point Merlin just gave up and called the rest of the Knights in to help.

(Merlin: God help my sanity)

#hartwin #harry hart/eggsy unwin #harry hart #eggsy unwin #kingsman #harry hart is fitzwilliam darcy as a gentleman spy #daisy unwin #john wick #is a kingsman #you will pry that headcanon from my cold dead paws #i crack what i want #i regret nothing

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ariahearthockey · 5 years

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Love Me, If You Will - Chapter 3

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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Fandom: Men’s Hockey RPF

Pairing: Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin

Tags: 2017 NHL Playoffs, Concussion, Memory Loss, Medical Inaccuracies, Unexplained Medical Conditions, Alternate Reality, Time Travel (sort of), Pining, Fluff, Porn With Feelings, Happy Ending (sort of)

Soundtrack: Dancing On My Own - Calum Scott

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Chapter 3

He feels odd walking down the familiar hallway towards the locker room in the PPG Paint Arena. Everything looks as it should be and yet, it feels somewhat difference. He has just finished a brief chat with Sully in his office, relaying the good news after his follow-up check-up with the team doctor. As expected, Dr Vyas has cleared him to play in game five but not before he is reminded to keep a look out for any more symptoms. He has decided not to enclose his issue with his messed-up memory, and it is arguably the most conflicted he has ever felt. It feels a lot like a betrayal of trust to the management, but with the playoff on the line, too much is at risk.

On the drive from their house to the rink, he has some time to think about the matter on hand and he has decided not to let anyone know other than himself and Geno. He is still shaken about it for sure, but years of practice has allowed him to compartmentalise his fear and do what needs to be done. And what he needs is for this to not interfere with his chance to go for the Stanley Cup with his team.

It took him more than half an hour in the staffs' parking lot to convince Geno. Geno has looked so offended when he has first suggested to keep it a secret. Geno was absolutely appalled and almost recruited Brisson to talk some sense into him until he begs Geno not to. He talked to Geno with as much sincerity as he could muster, reasoning with Geno that there would not be a quick fix to his condition. What if Dr. Vyas decided to pull him out for the rest of the playoff? What good will that do to the team?

And Geno had been so angry that he said to hell with the playoff because everything else pales in comparison to Sidney's health. Sidney would have been really touched by that, that Geno is genuinely scared for his sake. If only he wasn't a selfish bastard.

He pried further into Geno's weakness and used it to his advantage. He pleaded Geno to understand his desire to keep playing, telling him how much it would mean for him if he could raise the cup over his head again, how happy it would make him if they could kiss the cup again and bring it home together. And that if his memory never comes back, then at least he could have this, and they could build new ones together. It was a cheap shot, borderline manipulative to be taking advantage of Geno's kindness like that, but he was desperate, and it did get him what he wanted. Geno's reluctance was torn down bits by bits, and finally crumbled down when Sidney promised to come clean right away when he feels any worse.

So, as of right now, the secret is safe.

In a moment of honesty, he is willing to admit that he has never been as shaken as he has. He is somehow thrust in the center on an entirely different life that he knows nothing of. He has a husband and a beautiful, doting 3-year old daughter. Sofya, the child who is rightfully theirs through surrogacy. He is still not done digesting the fact that his own sister has volunteered to donate her egg and carry the child to term. It feels all too weird at first, but when he sees the picture of his—their daughter—on Geno's phone, he has never been more thankful. Dressed in tiny hockey gears, bright smile on her face, and clutching a giant penguin plushie in her tiny arms, she is just a ball of sunshine that makes him want to weep. A little bit of Geno and a little bit of him, she is just the perfect little miracle that melts his heart through and through.

And then he wonders to himself, how could I have forgotten my own child, as sweet and as beautiful as her? And all that has accomplished is making him dispose of any doubt he has for keeping his condition under wraps. This whole thing about not remembering is messing with him quite a lot. He can't seem to shake off the gnawing feelings his guts. It grows stronger with more stones being turned, and he can't ignore that something is disproportionately wrong with him. He thinks that it is his body trying to tell him something, that maybe his time as a hockey player is dated. That thought leaves him petrified and that further pushes him to make the most out of whatever time he still has.

He doesn't know what to expect when he pushes the door into the locker room. It smells just as it should be right after every practice session and just as loud too, maybe even louder. The picture of twenty over something men in all states of undress is a comfortable norm to him and for brief moment, he feels at home for the first time since he woke up. He doesn't know why but he comes in, prepared to feel somewhat out of place, but the warm greetings and lame chirps from his teammates give him a sense of familiarity he didn't know he craves until now. It calms him.

Geno is already out of his gear—thankfully with his undershirt still on—when he makes a beeline over to Sidney. He ducks down to give Sidney a chaste kiss on the mouth and hears some of the guys in the room hollering at them to get a room or something along that line and Geno chirping back. He doesn't know what to make of that little display of affection, nor he has the time to, because his mind is still reeling with it as he is being escorted back to Geno's stall. It isn't much, just a brief touching of lips on lips but it is enough to keep him stunned for a bit. The guys don't seem to bat an eye to see their captain and their alternate kiss, which tells him that it may be something of a frequent occurance.

Oh, yes. Of course it does. He just remembered that he and Geno have been married for five fucking years. They are practically one of the old married couples now.

"Sid, talk with Sully okay?" Geno asks and he almost can't hear it when the younger guys throw a couple more dirty chirps their way that comprises of their sex life. Sidney blushes and nods at Geno as a respond before they are once again interrupted, this time by Cully who comes by and gives his back a couple of friendly pats.

"Hey, babe. Good to have you back in one piece. You scared the hell out of a lot of us when you stayed down on the ice, especially your protective Russian bear over here."

"It's true, I can attest to that." Chimes Phil who looks like he has just came out of the shower judging by how his hair matted on his forehead. "You know, this guy here looked about to hurl when you went down and it took three of us to physically stop him from going over to make Niskanen pay."

Sidney chuckles when Geno grumbles disapprovingly at the two babble mouths and to his surprise, he finds Grumpy Geno kind of adorable. "Well, it's really just bad luck that he got me that way. It's just how it is, right? I don't think it was on purpose or anything. It's just ill-timed, is all. I think he left me several texts, probably apologising, but I haven't check them out yet, so."

"Ill-timed my ass! More like perfectly timed to me, man. If he hits any harder, who knows if it's gonna end it for you right there and then, huh? I don't know about you guys, man, but Flower definitely agrees with me, right Flower?"

"Huh?" Flower looks up from his lap where his helmet is on, and takes a few moments looking back and forth between Kuni and Sidney to catch on to what is being asked of him. He tosses a roll of tape onto the bench and smooths his long fringe away from his eyes. "Oh, yeah. For sure, man. Sid, so glad you're okay. What Nisky did was so not cool and I'm gonna make sure he knows that we're very upset with him."

Sidney frowns because Flower is usually not much of an instigator but he must say, he is curious to see what Flower would do to show his dissatisfaction. "Thanks, guys. I really appreciate it. I'm sorry for making you guys worry about me. But hey—it's game four. You guys are gonna kill it tonight, eh?"

"Hell yeah, baby!"

"You bet your gigantic ass we will!"

"We're gonna take this game for you, man!"

"For Sid!"

"Watch and learn, boys. I'm gonna make Ovi cry like a baby tonight."

To say that Sidney is touched by the support from his teammates is an understatement, especially when Horny make his way over without a word and gives him a tight, bone-crushing hug. It lasts longer than any ordinary locker room hugs should be, and probably longer than Geno has liked because it has him practically prying Horny's arms away to end it. When they part, Sidney thinks he caught a glimpse of Horny's watery eyes before he heads out of the locker room. At that moment, he thinks himself as the most privileged guy to be surrounded by these group of good people and he is grateful.

He stays in the room while he waits for Geno to come back. Geno is with Dana in the equipment room, sorting out some issue Geno has on his pair of new skates. Some of the rookies come to him and they talk for a bit, mostly asking how he is doing and talking about how to improve their plays. Shearsy—who is also out for concussion—sits quietly beside him and listens when he comments about Jake's wrist shots.

It is nice to be having these talks with the boys. It makes him feel like he is contributing something to the team, as much as it distracts him from searching for answers that never seem to be there. For what it is worth, apart from being called Mrs Malkin every five minutes or so—all in good fun, of course—the team is still more or less the same. They are still the same driven group and he wants nothing more than to help them achieve their best game, regardless if he is playing or not.

Optimistically, everything will return to normal once he regains his lost memories. But realistically, the brain is quite a fickle thing and God knows what will happen to him in the near future, if his health will deteriorate drastically at some point. Whichever way his health leads him to, he wants to be able to look himself in the mirror and says that he has done everything he can to help his team be the better team.

"Okay, rookies. Time's up. I'm take husband back now."

"Come on, Geno. Don't hog Sid all to yourself, man."

"I'm hog because I'm put ring on it. Now fuck off, Olli."

Geno squeezes himself into the space between Olli and Sidney and pushes Olli's blonde head away. Olli pushes back playfully and it makes Geno loses his balance a little, causing him to land onto Sidney's lap. Sidney catches a lapful of Geno and his hands flies up to Geno's waist on instinct, just as Geno wraps his arms around Sidney's shoulders. He has to bite back a moan when Geno moves to sits himself more comfortable and—probably not deliberately—grinding onto his crotch. He can't help the blush that rises when the rookies give them some horrified scandalous looks.

"Oh, come on. Really? Stop with the foreplay, dude. You know we can't unsee this, right?"

"Don't be baby. You see worse." Geno snarks at Jake as he make a show to tease the watchful eyes around them by tracing his hand slowly down the line of Sidney's spine. Sidney can't help the shiver that wrecks through his body and hides his profile behind of Geno, shielding his blush that is unmistakably colouring his cheeks.

"Ugh, don't remind me. I'm still trying to bleach that image of your naked ass out of my brain."

"Hey, is good ass." Geno counters and defends his ass further when the rookies shakes their head in disbelief. "You not believe me? Wait, I'm show—"

"Yeah, okay. I think we're just gonna go now and leave you two to it. And Sidney, try not to drain too much out of Geno, okay? We kinda need him tonight? Alright. Good talk, team. Dismiss!"

It is amusing to see how fast the rookies can disperse at the threat of seeing Geno's ass. Just in a few minutes time, Sidney finds himself alone with Geno in the room, with Geno still perched comfortably on his lap. He is in no hurry to get Geno off, and he will never admit it to Geno, but he is starting to lose feelings in his legs.

"Sorry for long wait. I'm make sure Dana do job."

Sidney glances up and stunned to have Geno's face just inches away from his. "It's fine, G. New skates, I know how it is."

"Yes. Dana say Sid worse than me."

Sidney shoves him away with a firm push and laughs a little guiltily when Geno lands on the carpeted floor with a thud.

"Hey, why Sid push me? What I'm say?" Geno asks as Sidney straightens his suit and heading for the door.

"Yeah, keep playing dumb, Geno. Come on, I'm hungry. Hurry up or I'm leaving without you." He shouts over his shoulder just as the door closes, and hears Geno chuckling lightly on the other side of the door.

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Okay so if we ignore all the typos and my general lack of that thing called grammar... Both DK and do, but in that rant I meant DK xD like his vocals are coming for me >:( also I don't actually know a lot about beast, hot and tvxq cause they're inactive now and tvxq lost some members, still haven't figured out why. But like their music is I think 1-2nd gen depending on how you count and just. When I realised that's when I also realised why I recognised all the covers idols do or well did back in

oops i was at school T~T i’ll reply under the cut!

(2) '15 cause it's mostly them, big bang (also a big fan) and like SHINee (taemin👀👀) that made those songs. Like mirotic "I got you~~~ under my skin" that's tvxq and just I could go on about 1-2nd gen K-pop cause there's so much and they didn't get the same international love cause it wasn't big yet. But they're mostly inactive, in military service or have gone through some scandals. (Therefore not all of them deservers the love) but anyway back to svt. I often hear people being surprised when I

(3) Mention I bias Vernon, like, not just "oh he's one of the less common" nono, straight up hear people say "wait you bias Vernon, why?" Like eeeexcuuuuuuuuuuuuse me. Have you seen him? Heard his voice? Noticed the way he's quiet and just observes his members when they're having fun? HIS CHARISMA???? like there is not a single reason not to bias that lil bean. He is so sweet and sincere and loving and affectionate and his humour is out the roof not to mention his fashion which I fucking love. Like

(4) He is just so fully and purely himself without pushing away how he is as a part of a group. He is just, ugh, BEAUTIFUL. I wanna squeeze him and tell him how great he is and that he is loved. Also his music, like you can tell he's sincere and just the way he phrases stuff and just, I am swooning! He knows what he is doing. Also his raspy voice? Like you know, but also that small arh he does sometimes where it's super clear how raspy it is. Fuuuck me that's so cute but still hot?? Like I am: confu

(5) sed. Also lowkey in some photoshoots they got him looking ethereal, as if he could just, jump out of a forest lake and steal your soul. Though I'd give it willingly, no theft needed. Also while I'm here. When him and Joshua speak English and it's highlighted how their accents are different but they both show their accent? Yeah just kill me, I don't function anyway. Like those two together is just deadly. Also that one episode of weekly idol where Vernon explains EDM his accent become more appare

(6) nt as he speaks. Like it starts of sorta Korean with Elect then morphs into semi neutral with tric da and then the end is just fully accent with nce music and just. I- I'm.. Moving on. The episode of GoSe where they play the8 and 12 shadows, where he hits Dino his face? Like that is the face of someone teasing and having fun and I just gotta bash my head in a pillow cause of the pure amount of adorableness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Okay rant over. For now :}

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this was such a fun read! i don’t know much about the ‘15 kpop groups but yeah i agree the kpop scene wasn’t that big back then. back then finding a kpop fan was like finding a needle in a haystack. now you turn around and there’s like 20 kpop fans around you, socially distanced of course

i also get that surprised look when i say i bias vernon 🤨 in singapore, jun and minghao are the more popular ones i figure because they’re chinese or smtg, so vernon having that american-ish look puts his as one of the least-liked members in singapore WHICH IS DUMB and everyone’s like ‘why do you like him’ like boi DO NOT get me started 💪🏼💪🏼

your rant about nonie? 100 MILLION PERCENT AGREE. PERIODT. everything you said is so accurate and true and AHHHHHH I THINK I MAY RANT NOW

firstly, agree with you on the fashion! or... what used to be his fashion. i think a lot of people talked shit about his style and he suddenly stopped wearing all those nice colours :( which isn’t fair to him at all because it’s him!! it’s his personality! if he likes the funky colours, let him wear the funky colours!! he looked so good in them; i’m kinda sad he switched to all-black clothes. although those still look hella good on him.

vernon’s just vibing with himself! not in a “high-on-drugs” kinda vibe, but the vibe that he knows who he is, and that he’s not afraid to be himself! he’s unapologetically himself and i love that about him. he makes his members in different ways, and him being one of the youngest means his members dote on him a lot and ARGH THERE GOES MY HEART. cause of death: wholesomeness 💔 💔

THE RASPY VOICE. YES I UNDERSTAND. I AGREE. WITH MY WHOLE HEART, I AGREE. THE BOY’S RASPY VOICE IS MY SECOND CAUSE OF DEATH. IT’S ALL IN CAPS BECAUSE ASDSJGFEDF I FUCKING LOVE HIS DEEP RASPY VOICE AND THE GROWLS AND STUFF LIKE BOI 🔥🔥🔥

i will stop my rant here, but feel free to send more stuff! i’ll be busy with some schoolwork and sleep so i may not reply immediately, but i look forward to hearing from you again!! 💝 💝 💝

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