#please just let them live happily ever after! 🥺

[foxykatie425]

Alright, time for me to give my thoughts on the results of this poll I put up last week. Long, drawn out, over-explained post ahead!

86.9% of voters think that Merrin would win if she and Cal had faced off in a 1v1 on Dathomir in JFO.

I am gonna go ahead and… disagree. HEAR ME OUT!

Y’all know I love my girl Merrin. She is wonderful and amazing and very very powerful.

But Cal is a JEDI!

I think because we see so much of them in Star Wars, we tend to forget just how powerful Jedi are. We’ve seen Jedi that are more powerful than Cal, but he’s still slicing through stormtroopers like butter!

Neither Merrin nor Cal is any kind of pushover, and it would for sure be very very close.

One thing to remember about Merrin is that while she is a very powerful Nightsister and implied to be above average for her age, she’s still very young, and was very young when her sisters died. Anything she’s learned since then she’s had to teach herself. (One could say the same about Cal, I suppose, but he at least now has Cere to help guide him.) When Malicos says to Merrin, “This power is beyond your control,” he says it with the intention of making her angry, which he does succeed at, but he also may not have been entirely wrong. Note that when Cal leaves Dathomir after making an alliance with Merrin, the undead Nightsisters are still attacking him on the way out.

(Side note: she doesn’t get to raise the dead in this hypothetical boss fight, that is no longer a 1v1! Plus, she already tried that and it didn’t work!)

Merrin, at least when we first meet her in JFO, has always struck me as someone who’s trying to present herself as something she’s not. She’s got something to prove: that she is capable of avenging her lost sisters. But she’s haunted by the fact that there was nothing she could do to save them, because she was, and is, so young. Malicos uses her insecurity about her lack of experience to gaslight her for his own selfish desires, and in her desperation to prove him wrong, her magick is unfocused and uncontrolled. And at the end of the day, despite her desire for revenge, she’s not a cold-blooded killer.

My point is that in terms of power and skill, Call and Merrin are probably pretty evenly matched.

Another thing to consider is timing. Admittedly now we’re getting into my own vision and maybe things would play out different if you put this fight earlier in the story, but if we’re to assume this boss fight with Merrin takes place in the same time frame as the Malicos boss fight, either in addition to or in place of it, we’ve got Cal at his strongest emotional point in the game. He has just made peace with everything that happened to him. Merrin, on the other hand, has just had everything she thought she believed in come crashing down around her. And if we’re at the point where she’s still attacking Cal, she’s not thinking straight. There is no legitimate reason left for her to be angry at Cal specifically, she’s just angry. She hasn’t cooled down from “You both shall learn!” And to be fair, from her perspective, if Malicos used her and lied to her, why should Cal be any different?

In this scenario, Merrin has got to be at a point of hopelessness. She may no longer be certain that the Jedi killed her people, but she feels like her anger and desire for revenge is all she has left, and she will get her revenge or die trying. And (possible trigger warning) now that she’s uncertain that her anger at the Jedi is justified, there probably is a part of her that almost hopes she dies trying. Because even if she did kill Cal, then what? Then she really has nothing left!

Why go after Cal instead of Malicos? Well for starters, that fight she definitely wouldn’t win, because the only way she and Cal were ever going to be able to defeat him was together. And I think rather than being afraid that Malicos would kill her, she’s more afraid that he wouldn’t kill her and that he would force her to continue serving his selfish desires. (Side note, there’s a possible headcanon in the subtext there that I really, really don’t wanna entertain… my poor girl has been through enough!)

I think in the end, a lack of focus and lack of confidence in her own motivation would be Merrin’s downfall. In a way, it’s somewhat reminiscent of Obi Wan vs Anakin. Anakin was more powerful than Obi Wan, but Obi Wan was more focused and more precise. Anakin’s lack of focus caused him to make a bad judgement call (ignoring the high ground) and Obi Wan quickly took advantage of it.

So let’s write some fanfiction real quick!

The way I see a fight between Cal and Merrin playing out at this point in JFO, they would be somewhat evenly matched, and at a moment when Merrin has the upper hand she would hesitate, because she’s unsure if she really does want this, unsure if she really should want this, and as stated before, she’s not a heartless murderer. Perhaps, even, seeing Cal at her mercy might remind her of herself as a child at the mercy of the monster who killed her family. (A Reva moment, if you will.)

Now one could argue whether or not Cal could’ve held her off at this moment had she not had this crisis of conscience, but regardless, she would hesitate just long enough for Cal to take the upper hand and checkmate her. But he wouldn’t kill her. He doesn’t want to kill her. He knows how misguided her anger is, and even if he can’t get through to her, he doesn’t believe she deserves to die. The victory condition for Cal is simply to get the Astrium and escape with his life. Perhaps he might have killed her to reach that goal if he had to, but it would’ve been a hollow victory.

In this moment, pinned beneath Cal’s saber, Merrin reverts back to the little girl she was on the day of the massacre. She is scared, and not ready to die, but she no longer has the strength or will to fight back.

Everything freezes for a moment, and then Cal slowly lowers his lightsaber. She opens her eyes and looks into his as he turns the blade off and steps back. He walks past her into the tomb, leaving her alone, in shock as she thinks about everything that just happened.

So I think there are a few reasons this didn’t actually happen in the game. First of all, a Merrin boss fight followed almost immediately by a Malicos boss fight would’ve been too much. But more importantly, for it to have an emotional impact would’ve required more character development for Merrin earlier in the game that there just wasn’t time for because at the end of the day, JFO is Cal’s story, not Merrin’s. Cool as Merrin was in the first game, what really made her character interesting is the dynamic she forms with Cal, and to try to develop that dynamic earlier would’ve required more cutscenes at a point when the player is not yet invested enough in Cal as a character to really care that much, and all those cutscenes would do is interrupt the gameplay that people came for. I think if the story of JFO were being told in a different medium that didn’t rely so much on action, such a book or *cough cough* a stage production perhaps, this subplot would fit in a little better.

Okay fine, maybe this is all just my vision for what I’d want a Fallen Order musical to look like! I’m telling you, IT COULD WORK!! 😂

So to recap, I think Cal would win in a 1v1 with Merrin (at least in the first game), I think Merrin in the first game is more bark than bite, and I think underneath the hard exterior she’s a sweet broken baby bird and I wanna give her a hug! 🥺🫶

Besides, if we did actually have this boss fight, video game rules dictate that Cal would have to win eventually! 😉

#cal kestis #nightsister merrin #merrin #merrical #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #dathomir #taron malicos #I’ve spent way too much time thinking about this #damaging my own emotions #this might be an unpopular opinion #I just want to give them both a hug #they deserve the galaxy #please just let them live happily ever after! 🥺

[gh0stsp1d3r]

I have another one for you!!!

Can I please request a Wonka x fem!reader where Y/n is around 3-4 years old, and much like Noodle, she was found in the laundry chute as a baby and has been stuck at the laundry mat ever since. You know how Willy became kind of like a big brother figure to Noodle? When he gets trapped in the laundry mat, he becomes a father figure to Y/n, taking care of her like she’s his own daughter🥺 (He’d be such a sweet and fun Dad omg). Him getting her all excited and cheering her up when she’s upset with his eccentric behavior and making her chocolate 🥺 Her having a nightmare and running to Willy’s room and jumping into Willy’s arms and yelling out, “DADDY”, and his heart absolutely melting and it gives him even more motivation to get his chocolate shop up and running and get them all out of there, so he can give Y/n, Noodle, and all their friends a better life 🥺🥺🥺

oooo I love this!! dad! Willy has my heart! can’t tell if I want to be his daughter or his wife LMFAOO, daddy issues I guess 🤷🏽‍♀️ anyways, im still trying to come up with a schedule but i will post when i finish that

𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝒽ℯ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝒹？

Of course it was strange when he was thrown into the laundry chute and found a bunch of others enslaved to the woman upstairs, but what he found most strange was the little girl down with all the adults as well.

When he met noodle, he saw it as an opportunity to ask.

“Hey, so uh, noodle, what’s with the little girl?” He asked, his voice now with concern in it.

“Y/n? She’s usually with me. She was found here as a baby 2 years ago, and she still has to do work.”

“That’s terrible. She’s only..”

“4. I know. She has the highest debt here.” The girl said, and the two conversed about random things while he created some chocolate.

Then, the next day he got to know more about you from the others. He watched you as you struggled to carry something, and he grabbed it from you, helping you.

He smiled at you, and you looked at the man curiously.

He set it away and came back to you, he crouched down and got down on your level.

“I’m Willy Wonka. You are?” He held his hand out for you to shake, which your tiny fingers grabbed.

You said your name, and he smiled at you. He sat down now.

“Do you like chocolate, by any chance?”

You tilted your head slightly. You’ve never had it, living your whole life down here.

He understood quickly, “You’ve never had it?”

You shook your head and he hummed. “Well, let me tell you, it is one of the best things anyone can have. Here.” He just happened to have some readily available, he handed you a small heart shaped one and you took it nervously.

He watched you carefully as you ate it, chewing on it slowly and then slowly smiling. He smiled with you and watched as you lit up, your whole demeanor changing.

"Do you like it?" He asked once you finished, you smiled.

"I love it," you said back, the corners of his mouth formed a smile. HIs heart warmed.

"There's more where that came from." he winked and stood back up.

From then, you called him the chocolate man.

And the next time he saw you was with Noodle, you stood by her as you both visited his room. They all thought of ideas to escape this place to make money.

"What about her?" Noodle asked suddenly, referring to you. They had come up with a plan, but now they had to find out what to do with you. You sat there, on his bed eating some chocolate happily.

"Easy, we'll take her with," he shrugged.

"Are you sure? Shes never been outside,," she said, after being your “sister” for so long she was protective against you.

"Even more reason to. Would you like to come with us?" The chocolate man looked to you.

They looked to you and you smiled, nodding eagerly.

☆☆☆☆☆

In the days after that, you both got along and closer. You, Noodle and Willy were your own little group. And when he redid his business, better and without the problems of the chocolate cartel, it was the best thing in his life.

There was even one time when you came running up to him, hugging his legs and mumbling that you missed him, accidentally calling him dad while doing so.

He looked at Noodle who seemed just as shocked, mouthing the word "Did she just call me dad?" while pointing to you with a wide smile on his face.

And, once Noodle has found her mom, you were once again left alone. You cried but understood. You hugged her tightly; she said she'd come to visit as much as she could.

You then looked back to Willy. He looked down at you, an idea popping into his head. So, he adopted you. You legally became his daughter.

#willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x you #willy wonka #wonka movie #wonka x reader #wonka #wonka 2023 #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee chamalet #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet x you #timothee!wonka x reader #x reader #fem!reader #daughter reader

[buckyalpine]

Super Soldier Hugs

Original concept: Sunshine

All you did was leave this absolutely beautiful comment and my brain decided to drop everything and write cause this is what I thought of when I read what you wrote @buckiesbabie ❤️🥺thank you

TW: Reader struggles with mental health 

Okay but imagine after that night, you’re almost always in Bucky’s arms. 

At first, its as a thank you after you’ve looked over him after he comes back from a mission. But then he’s looking for excuses to come and see you, hugging you while you give him a little hello kitty band aid for his paper cut (you’ve ran out, since he’s insisted he needed medical attention for just about everything)

The team’s started to notice he’s in the infirmary way more than usual but they start to piece it together when he leaves with his cheeks blushing and a goofy smile on his face. 

You’ve started to feel a bit better but there are still hard days. He snuggles you, and lets your cry as much as you need to, soothing you as best as he can. 

The team confronts Bucky about his antics, thinking it’s just a crush and while that part is true (try raging crush), he tells them you needed a little sunshine too, without saying much more. 

Their heart breaks because they can’t imagine their little sunshine ever feeling upset, especially when you hide it so well. 

You’re stunned at the care package they left on your desk; 

Fuzzy blankets from Steve, a fluffy robe, bath bombs and candles from Nat, a teddy bear from Sam, cookies from Clint (Laura made them and you’d live off of them), pop tarts (sooo many pop tarts) from Thor and squishmallow from Bruce (squish when mad - Hulk)

The most important gift came as a direct order from Tony.

“Take some time off, do what you need to do. All your medical expenses are covered, just take care of yourself first sunshine”

And the best part?

“You can take tinman if you want” 

You take a few weeks off, deciding to stay near the compound while you get accustomed to new medication. You did take “tinman: with you. He was the first thing you decided to pack, running right to his room. Didn’t have to tell him twice. In fact, he asked 0 questions. He was ready to be your Bucky bear. 

You get better. You return. It’s not perfect but you’re healthier. Everything felt like it was back to normal exceeepptttt. 

You’re not ready to return Bucky back to his room just yet. Or ever. So he happily moves into your room. You now have your favorite super soldier to cuddle with every night, doctors orders. 

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed! (also this is an 18+ blog, I can’t tag nameless/ageless blogs)  

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[dentiststoothfairy]

🎻 Violinon here!!! I will so happily gush about him with you, the more love the better!! ☺️ I hope you’re having a lovely day and getting time for yourself, you always deserve it!! ✨✨

This request is for The Pic-Squad (especially Nene!!) with a friend who loves taking them out places, treating them, baking for them.. The whole shabang!! They’re getting affectioned!! 🥺 (And this is as always whenever you feel up to it!! 🥹 You’ve done so many requests for me already!!!)

[𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙻𝚁 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙲𝙴.]

🔫💣🔪 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐝 🔪💣🔫

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦!

🔪𝐍𝐞𝐧𝐞🔪

OH MY GOD?? SHE'S SO EXCITED.

NO NO I DON'T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND. SHE'S ECSTATIC.

It is HARD being the ONLY girl in this group. Like, these boys don't understand the BEAUTY of days out!! Like. They don't wanna get their hair done, don't wanna try on new clothes? It's like living with two broke hobos!!

So if you ever give her the opportunity to take her out? It'll genuinely be really fun, for the both of you.

Retail therapy is her favorite kind of therapy so expect to have a ton of new, expensive clothes.

You two get to chat, gossip and just have a nice day! Nene would spoil you as much as you spoil her. God a day out with Nene would be so much fun. Memories would last forever.

And if you're baking for her? She'll happily eat it BUT PLEASE. PLEASE. LET IT BE DAIRY FREE. SHE'S LACTOSE INTOLERANT AND YOU ACCIDENTALLY WILL KILL HER.

She wouldn't tell you that, though.. It's probably Darnell who does. Lucky you.

Bro, just give her that princess treatment and she'll love you forever.

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐨

When you drag him shopping, he groaned so much. He's so used to carrying Nene's stuff, he expected you to do that to him too.

Not that he doesn't like spending time with her, or you. But.. It's just annoying. He could be spending this time getting high or something.

Wait.. You're getting something for him?

He looks at you like you're insane for a minute, just searching your face for any kind of sarcasm... What's the catch?

He feels pretty bad taking your money, he insists that something small will do. Again, he's used to Nene draining the ever loving FUCK out of his bank account. He has no idea how this kept happening.. How did she keep figuring out his information??

He ends up just getting lunch with you. He'd rather just spend the time chatting with you. He's not big for matrialistic things.

And he may be reluctant to take your money, but he absolutely will take your food. Good GOD your cooking is good.

Also, take him to a shooting range! That's where you'll get the most fun. Although, pico doesn't do the safety precautions and probably gets you kicked out-

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥

He also thinks you're dragging him to carry your stuff. What has Nene done to these poor men??

But, he also takes you clothes shopping, but unlike Nene doesn't prioritize things via expense. He is actually reliable. If it's comfortable and you feel nice in it? We're getting it.

Introduces you to some pretty neat designer companies though.

And, honestly? He'd bake with you. You two could chat recipes, he loves baking. Cooking too. Exchanging foods after you two both went nuts in the kitchen. Just uh.. Don't let him near the stove top. He gets a little trigger happy with the gas.

And his dream chill? Sitting in a park, setting fire to a tree and watching that shit burn. Hope you're chill with that!

And if you're looking for a little more thrill? You WILL be running from the cops afterwards! So!

#anon #anon ask #darnell picos school #fnf pico #nene picos school #pico imagines #picos school #pico x reader #pico #platonic

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

YN Miya:

Aka the Best Miya Triplet

Inarizaki x Fem! Reader (Miya YN)

Warnings: none

A/N: This is an Anon request! Just a little something so nobody goes hungry 😉

❤️Please Like, Share, Comment to support my writing ❤️

YN you are the best Miya

I don't make the rules 🤚🏻

I do write them but ignore that

If you don't believe me, ask Suna and the entire Inarizaki squad

Please ever since they learned about you, you've been dubbed the best

You are a second year just like your big brothers

You are the baby YN, sorry to say

But somehow those few minutes between Osamu's birth and yours made a world of difference 🥰

You are a complete angel YN 😇

Seriously everyone adores you and crushes on you 👀

The team often comes to rely on you to deal with Atsumu and Osamu issues

Like fighting 🤚🏻

Kita had you on speed dial

The team added you to a group chat specifically for this reason

See group chat for daily occurances👇🏻

The boys however adore you so much!

That includes your feral siblings 🥰

Seriously you do so much for Inarizaki, they are blessed to have you YN

You've become their sort of "unofficial" Manager

You come to practice, fill water bottles, help with set up, etc

You also know alot about volleyball so you help during practice

Our queen is not afraid to get down and dirty 😍

You are right there helping Suna and Omimi block Aran, Ginjima and Osamu

You help Michinari with receives during serving drills

You encourage bby Riseki to do his very best 🥺

You are seriously such an asset to the team 🥰

So when they ask you to accompany them to Nationals, it's not all a surprise that you accept!

And there ends our story, everyone lived happily every after 🙌🏻

The End

Hi 👋🏻 I'm back-

Sorry to interrupt but umm I may have... lied 😬

Come on you didn't really think I'd end it like that did you 🤨

Do you even know me???

Anyways back to the story!

Because we've got a very special guest 😏

We all know Inarizaki didn't have the play on day one because they were runners up

Love that for them 👏🏻

So on day two, you were setting up for the game against Karasuno

You realized you forgot your bag of towels by the water fountain

"Hey Kita I'll be right back"- you shout as you run out

Unfortunately for you, Kita didn't hear you 😃

Because of reasons *cough* ATSUMU *cough*

You look around the hall and locate your lost bag, quickly running to grab it

When you turn around, you are met with none other than the chest of a giant man dressed in yellow and green 🙃

"Oh excuse me! I'm so sorry I should have been watching where I was going"- you being an absolute sweetheart

The tall man glares at you behind his mask ➖️⬜️➖️

"You look familiar"- he says studying you

"Yeah umm you probably know my brother's. I'm YN Miya"- you say

His eyes widen 👁⬜️👁

"Wait- you're related to Miya Atsumu?"- he says

"Yeah I'm his sister. Well actually we are triplets, we have a brother Osamu too"- you say 😊

Please don't hold it against her 😬

"Umm I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi"- he greets back

"Oh Atsumu told me about you! You were at the youth intensive with him. You are the best ace in Japan"- you say smiling

Please Sakusa is totally blushing rn 😫

A pretty girl is complimenting him 🤯

Meanwhile, there's about to be a giant panic that's about to occur

Because remember when you thought you told Kita about leaving?

Yeah that's coming back to bite you

"Hey were are the towels?"- Osamu asks

"Wait- where is YN?"- Aran says panicking 😨

"YN's missing?"- Ginjima repeats

"She finally had enough of Osamu and Atsumu"- Suna says joking

"This is not time Suna! There are so many guys here"- Michinari yells

"Ok let's not panic"- Omimi

Too late 😃

Everyone is looking around the gym for you and seeing no trace

"I can't believe she is stealing my spotlight right now"- Atsumu groans

The team 👉🏻 👀👀

Kita 👇🏻

Please Kita is about to snap 😅

Back with you and our favorite yellow boi, you figure it's time you start to head back

"Well it's was very nice meeting you Kiyoomi, I better get back to my team"- you say smiling

"I'll walk you back"- Sakusa says as he grabs the towel bag from you

Please your blushing so hard rn YN ☺️

When you hit the gym, you walk in to see sheer panic

Everyone is looking everywhere for you

Well everywhere in the gym at least 😅

Osamu's Triplet sense kicked in when you entered the gym and he whipped his head to see you

"There she is!"- Osamu shouts as everyone looks

Including Atsumu

Who now sees that Sakusa is standing right next to you 😃

This is fine. Everything is fine.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM MY SISTER"- Atsumu shouts barreling towards you and Sakusa

Sakusa steps in front of you

Protective guys istg 🥵

"Sumu what the hell?"- you say from behind Sakusa

"Omi get away from my baby sister! She's a child!"- Sumu shouts

You 👉🏻😐🙄 we are the same age you idiot

"For your information Sumu, Kiyoomi was helping me carry the towels back!"- you spit

The guys all watch you and Sakusa from narrowed eyes 😑

"Well you made it back, time to go now YN"- Sumu says grabbing your hand and pulling you away

"Sumu!"- you cry

"I'll take those"- Osamu says smirking at Sakusa

"Kiyoomi I'm so sorry about this. I'll text you later"- you shout

The team 👉🏻😃 excuse me-

"See you later YN"- Sakusa says narrowing his eyes as he turns and walks away

Meanwhile you are practically being dragged by Sumu to the benches

"Could you not ruin my chances with a cute guy please?"- You whine

"Cute guy? YN he's my enemy!"- Sumu

"Who isn't your enemy?"- Osamu 🙄

"Well he might be your enemy but he's still cute!"- you say

"Ok ok YN's back now it's time to get into game mode"- Kita interrupts

"Well YN ruined it now"- Sumu complains

You 👉🏻😐🙄

The team 👉🏻🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️

"I guess I'll just get to watch Tobio kick your but then. I always knew he was the better setter"- you 🤷‍♀️

Thems fighting words YN

"HOW DARE YOU!"- Sumu 😱

Please YN you've done enough 😅

But I guess that's what we can expect from the sister of Atsumu and Osamu 😏

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu! #haikyū!! #haikyu #haikyu x reader #inarizaki headcanons #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki x y/n #inarizaki manager #inarizaki #miya atsumu #miya osamu #kita shinsuke #aran ojiro #ren omimi #akagi michinari #ginjima hitoshi #suna rintarou #miya twins #inarizaki x female reader #inarizaki x manager #sakusa kyoomi #haikyu headcannons #haikyu headcanons #haikyu fluff #haikyu x female reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x y/n #haikyu x manager

[doodle-pops]

Sooo.. I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it’s been living rent free in my head for a while. What do you think an enemies to lovers trope with Glorfindel would be like (how could you hate this ball of sunshine, but I guess that’s why I wanted to ask)? I’m sorry if this sounds rude or if I was bothering you, thank you.

Glorfindel?! The resident ray of sunshine?! Anon, shame on you for wanting to bring hurt to our Golden Retriever 😟. Though, I can surprisely think of a few scenarios because that's unfortunately my ability as a single braincell writer 😖

Under the cut because it's A LOT. I gave two scenarios :)

Being a descendant of House Feanor

Let's give Glorfindel a sibling (and no, not Elenwe because I know lots of people headcanon them as siblings) who died on the ice while crossing. Tragic, I know 😓

As much Glorfindel puts on the façade of being cheerful, he's furious towards the House of Feanor for the ship burning which led to his sibling dying on the ice.

In comes you, whichever position you want as a Feanorian—their sibling or child—in the 2nd age where Glorfindel makes it clear that he hasn't forgiven you for your actions at Losgar and his sibling dying. As much as you attempt to settle the situation calmly, Glorfindel makes it clear that he doesn't forgive you.

Perhaps from there, the enemies to lovers troupe begin. The two of you constantly clashing despite attempts at distance yourself. Words and insults are flung at one another, more privately because he doesn't want people to witness his aggressive demeanour. And so, you begin to despise the ever fabric of his existence because he was ruining your peace you were attempting to find after years of chaos.

You are constantly left defending yourself, (whether you did burn the boats or not is up to you) because somewhere along the lines, either of you will begin to catch feelings like it's contagious. Perhaps an incident where you're missing after riding out on a trip and you went missing. Glorfindel is told to lead the search and rescue party and he's FOAMING at his mouth because you can't preform a simple task without messing it up. (Sir🤚, please stop being so aggressive. I'm a sensitive baby 🥺😭. Go easy on me 🥺👉👈)

And well, from there, it's pretty obvious how those end up. Spending days searching for you, he eventually does come across you on his own and has to fight off orcs/captors. He probably gets injured and you're left to nurse him back to health. As much as he resists, he's grateful, but tries to put up a wall to not let anything else occur. F A I L U R E. His sass doesn't cut it this time because you came prepared to handle his ass.

After spending weeks A L O N E and having to get along, ✨romance✨ is in the air and confessions are made. Not just romantic confession, but apologies as well. A little whisper of, “You're not as bad as I considered you to be.” OMG!!

And you both lived happily ever after when you returned and began pursuing each other and surprised the public.

For the other one, I can only think of enemy to lovers which is different from enemies to lovers. This one is a one-sided hate from reader's end.

Mortal reader

Reader is mortal and probably has an ongoing feud with elves in general. Maybe when one of her villages was being destroyed by an orc raid and help was needed, the elves never came. Eventually, once day reader becomes injured too close to Rivendell and wakes up in the healing wing.

You can just imagine how much confusion and disgust they're experiencing in that moment. Lord Elrond would introduce himself and attempt to calm them, and then in the wonderful moment of reassuring reader's safety, he mentions it was Lord Glorfindel who was responsible for military service that found them.

Well would you just look at how reader's blood is going to boil at the realisation of being saved by the people who they had hoped to help their village when it was under attack. Ah, yes! Reader starts hating Glorfindel before they even met.

Let's say that during their choice to remain locked up in the healing wing, Glorfindel wants to know if the mortal he saved was secure, so an unfortunate visit was made. And reader, upon learning of his identity through harmless introductions, becomes enraged that he would even attempt to visit.

Because of the orc raid, reader's family died, hence the reason for the hatred. Glorfindel, now, is confused but also saddened at the accusations being made towards him and his kin for their lack of support and care to other races apart from themselves.

Attempting to dissolve the tension doesn't go as planned because reader refuses to accept any apologies despite Glorfindel's plead to understand their reason for not coming on time to help. They were basically held back by ambush but reader isn't buying it.

Lord Elrond would inform reader to dwell a little while longer until their wounds were healed. Reader chooses to stay indoors and out of sight however, Glorfindel persists on making reader see his POV. And so the chase begins.

Reader hating Glorfindel and avoiding him while Glorfindel isn't backing down (Never back down never what?! Never give up!) and pursuing reader to be reasonable and understanding. It's not an easy task, but this is the renowned Lord Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer. He never gives up.

Perhaps insert reader slowly having their views of the elves hospitality changing during their time there which opens up their horizons. Lord Elrond having an input when he comes across reader sulking in the gardens during a check up an ear of advice to which reader contemplates.

Then suddenly, well being prepared to face Glorfindel once again, he doesn't show up. In fact, he stops showing up and pursuing reader finally concluding that his presence was making things worse. This brings a pang of disappointment as reader was looking forward to conversing with him. Even when they search for him, he keeps things short and distances himself with an apology and bow. 😭 (I'm not okay)

G U I L T eats at readers soul because throughout the angry back and forth banter, they were enjoying it and his presence. Even as they go over their shared conversations, it makes them slightly giddy as they find themself laughing. This makes them realise where they stand on their thoughts and feeling towards him.

Eventually (after swallowing their pride), they receive help to make an apology to Glorfindel. It's not a romantic confession, but more a platonic thing at first. Something along the lines of a friendship before it graduates into romance. It's all about overcoming their hate and reasoning with themselves and not blaming others instead of being understanding.

#[ plot doodles ] #glorfindel #glorfindel headcanons #glorfindel imagine #glorfindel x y/n

[startanewdream]

Hey, happy 2023! It’s been a while that I do t come here.. but I’m always rereading Eyes Glistening!

I love so much that serie! So could I ask for some Mia and Harry moment 🥺

Please?!?

Happy 2023, Ana! ✨ Here's one of those moments where Harry is the nicest older brother!

***

The living room of the Potter house is a mess; Harry manages to cross it without spilling anyone's drink, which he considers a miracle, and he lets out a relieved breath when he reaches the quietness of the kitchen, though he isn’t the only one there.

“This is the last time I’m suggesting throwing the back-to-Hogwarts party at home,” he says dramatically, filling a glass of water for himself.

It’s only when he turns back that he realises that Mia didn’t react to his comment; she is still standing by the window, a frown on her forehead, hazel eyes far away.

“Mia?”

She blinks. “What?”

“Party was too much for you?” He asks, trying to understand. Now he considers it, Harry doesn’t remember seeing her joining her nephews and nieces at the party.

“I’m just not in the mood.”

Harry shifts his weight from one foot to another; it’s rare that Mia gets subdued – unlike him, her teenage moods are more constant. “Can I get you something?”

“Alcohol?” She asks, almost smirking now.

He rolls his eyes. “You are sixteen. No, I was thinking of offering you Teddy’s solution to everything: chocolate.”

Usually, the mention of Teddy is also enough to distract Mia, but this time, she just crosses her arms and turns away from the window. “If I ask you something, would you answer it truthfully?”

“When hasn’t I ever—”

“Were you ever jealous of Ron and Hermione?”

Harry blinks. “Sorry?”

“When they got together – did you ever consider that it would change everything in your relationship?”

“Ah—” The sound of Ron’s laugh can be heard in the other room. “It didn’t change much.”

She puffs. “Forget it.”

“I just mean—by the time Ron and Hermione became a couple, it was after the war and—”

“Then you were with Ginny and other things mattered more,” she finished for him. “Ok, ok, I get it, you were never bothered—”

“I didn’t say this. I got—not jealous exactly, but worried, yeah. There was this moment in our Sixth Year when they almost got together—”

“That Lavender situation?”

“You know about it?”

“There are no secrets in our family, Harry—we can discuss Cho if you—”

“Er—no, I’d rather not. What I mean is back then I worried that I would be left out or that if their relationship didn’t last, we wouldn’t be friends anymore. Turns out I didn’t have to worry about anything, so you may not—what are you worrying about?”

The answer comes in the shape of two figures landing in the backyard; they are distant, but the shades of blue and silver in their hair make them very recognizable. “Oh,” mumbles Harry.

“Oh,” agrees Mia. “It’s not that I am surprised, it’s just—”

“It’s been always the three of you,” Harry says, nodding.

“They aren’t even together yet and they are already doing couple stuff.”

“It’s just like different hobbies. You and Vic enjoy Quidditch; Teddy gets a bit sick after two minutes in the air. Friends don’t do everything together—you are already in different years.”

“It never seemed to matter, until…” She gestures outside. “It did.”

“Hum.” A thought crosses his mind. “Are you jealous? Of them together.”

“Oh, no, no.” Mia looks alarmed. “Merlin, no. I know there was this family bet going around, but whoever bet on me and Teddy—” She shivers. “He’s like a sibling. Not that I need two older brothers, mind you—”

“Minded.”

“No, I knew it would be Teddy and Vic, it just always seemed so far in time.” She sighs. “I’m happy for them, I—”

The rest of her sentence is cut when the backdoor opens, and there comes Teddy, his hair painted in an electric blue. “Wotcher,” he says happily. “Just getting some water for Vic—what are you two doing?”

“Just bad-mouthing you,” answers Mia calmly.

Teddy nods. “Oh, just the usual then. When you’re done brooding, come join us for a flight.”

“I’m not brooding.”

“Crossing your arms. Talking alone with Harry. Being mean to me. You are brooding, Potter.”

“Watch it, Lupin.”

Teddy winks at Harry as if to say, “see what I have to deal with?”

“We are waiting for you—Vic told me about your new move, I’ve got to see it.”

“You are going to faint.”

“Probably. What is it with you and moves that defy gravity?”

“It’s called flying, defying gravity is its whole purpose.”

Teddy laughs. He opens the fridge to grab two bottles of soda, all the while holding a glass of water in the other hand.

Mia shakes her head. “Oh, let me, you are going to drop everything on your way out.”

“Probably,” he agrees shamelessly, walking out of the door that Mia holds for him.

“Some things never change,” she mumbles; then she glances at Harry. “I will be back inside in a few—I don’t wanna be a third-wheel.”

“If they called you, they want your company.”

“I know, but…” She sighs. “I will be with Vic all year at Hogwarts, whereas Teddy… well, let’s give them a chance of finally realising they like each other. I bet they’d start going out in September, so at least I get some money out of it.”

“Ah.” Harry smiles. “My bet was on December, let’s hope they stay oblivious a little longer.”

#Harry and Mia #Jily Lives AU #Tedoire

[evansbby]

Bestie, imagine with me 😌😌

Ransom’s a bit far down my list of fave cevans characters, but I like thinking about him feeling feels for his girl.

We know he’s a brat with a capital b, a fuckboy, a douchebag. Defo the type in his high school and college days and heck even his twenties to hit it fast and shallow, come, then dip out, roll over and tell you to get dressed and close the door behind you on your way out. In his thirties he defo matured sexually, wanting to be a daddy, even though he doesn’t really deserve the title, he tells his hook ups to call him that because well he’s a brat and always gets what he wants. He was fine getting off and not making his girl come, but somewhere as he aged into his thirties him getting off wasn’t enough for him - he wanted to have his women coming undone underneath him, whimpering, limp, begging him to not stop, and become addicted to him. Like he defo gets off on hearing how whiney and needy and cock drunk he makes them.

And he never really got much love and affection from his parents 🥺 Seeing some of his frat bros and how close they are to their parents and how much their parents doted on them, that just made him even more bitter and pushed him to take his hurt out on his hook ups, like a “I got no love and affection, no one cares about me, so I don’t give a fuck about you” kinda thing.

Imagine meeting him and idk how but you start dating and he actually develops feelings for you 🥰 With every other woman he’s had it’s always been a sex kinda thing, he just wanted their bodies for a couple hours a night and he was done with them. But with you, idk how but let’s imagine he really feels the warm fuzzy feels for you and it’s not just sex to him, he takes you out on dates and would do anything to see you smile and happy 😌 His first time being monogamous with a woman and his first time where it’s actually lasted months instead of a night. He doesn’t really show you how much he adores you and maintains a demeanour where he makes it seem like he doesn’t really care, because it’s Ransom of course he’d hate it if anyone knew he actually had a heart.

So he really feels deeply for you, and just imagine how heartbroken he’d be when he hears your soft moans and voice screaming out Ari’s, his father, name when he walks past his dad’s bedroom door 😔 He’d hate all the moans and all your cries of “Ari daddy so good, the best dick I’ve ever had, don’t stop, please don’t stop daddy I need your cock, can’t live without your cock” and all Ari’s groans of “such a sweet tight little pussy my little girl, I can tell no other man has ever given it you this good, yeah you’re so addicted to my cock, so tiny under me, you’re gonna look so cute and pretty round with my babies” (it’s Ari, OF COURSE in any imagine he’s gonna dirty talk about how he’s gonna knock you up!!)

Ransom would be so heartbroken but also so angry, so the next time he sees you it’s when you’re limping out of his dad’s bedroom the next morning, Ransom would punish you by fucking you ruthlessly against the wall 😵‍💫 He knows you’re still fucking his dad, but he can’t let you go because he still has the feels for you so he settles for punishment fucks the mornings after you spend your nights with Ari, his dad (just wanted to mention boyfriend’s dad Ari once again mwahahaha)

oh my gosh not me smiling thinking this is a cute romantic story about Ransom and reader where Ransom’s cold heart thaws and you live happily ever after with him bUT THEN YOU ADDED ARI INTO THE MIX???

like i’m sorry but the moment Ari’s name is mentioned it’s like Ransom whom??? and Ransom punishing you after Ari’s fucked you all night would be like… nothing bc Ari has a bigger dick and fucks better 😌😌😌 so I’m sorry but you don’t want Ransom anymore so you dump him to be his stepmother instead the end

#THIS COULDVE BEEN CUTE BUT YOU MENTIONED ARI #DILF ARI #RANSOM DOESNT STAND A CHANCE SKWKXKSKS #anon

[simpforhoon]

poly! sungseung/heehoon *ೃ༄

Pairing: sunghoon x reader x heeseung

Genre: fluff in the first part, smut below the cut

please note, this work is purely that of fiction. and not meant to represent what the enhypen members are like in real life.

Warnings: smut.

OKAYYY WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN??

these two together, absolute brainrot.

it's like a relationship of three of some of the most beautiful people ever!?!?!

the visuals YALL would have ugh, it makes me go feral.

anyways so like, CONGRATS!!! you're officially dating two big (they're literal giants) babies!

they would want your attention, like 24/7, whether it's like face timing or texting or cuddling, they want it.

let's say that heeseung and sunghoon kinda crushed on each other for a while before you came into the picture!

and then boom! the courage in took for both of them to confess to you is what helped them realise they liked each other as well! and then yall lived happily ever after! this is not the end.

sunghoon and heeseung cant cook anything but ramen, which makes you the official cook of the trio!

dates where you guys laze around and do absolutely nothing are very common!

its almost like,,,,you would let sunghoon lay his head on your lap and have heeseung near your feet as he plays video games, running your hands through their hair cause they deserve to be pampered :(

heeseung would love taking care of both of you, even if you're older than him cause in his eyes you're both his babies🥺

this involves making sure you're both snuggled up to his side before bed, giving you and sunghoon lots of forehead kisses and lots of hugs and praise!

sunghoon shows his affection through simple things like hand holding, kisses on the cheek and remembering little things about yall

they would always show up at your apartment randomly, the two of them cuddling on the couch before you even come home, and then pulling you into the cuddle pile, making it a mess of multiple limbs.

overall, they're two clingy babies so give them lots of affection!

both of them are pretty possessive, so they would glare down anyone who stares at you before smiling at you and complimenting you on how pretty you look that day!

they would give you their hoodies cause they love seeing how small you look in them

or if youre bigger than them, you could give them your hoodies cause they would love to wear them!

if you're even a cm shorter, be prepared to be babied and teased for the rest of your life cause they will never let it go.

it also means more piggyback rides for you! and lots and lots of forehead kisses!

nsfw from here!

both switches, I think with a major dom lean.

heeseung leans more towards soft dom while sunghoon can be a hard dom.

I think the hierarchy would kinda be like this

dom - heeseung > sunghoon > you -sub

or yk, they would let you dom them if you really plead with them

heeseung would love taking care of both of you even in bed cause he loves yall so much, he would order sunghoon around a bit, and make sure you dont get bratty.

sunghoon would tease the HECK out of you, always edging you or overstimulating you, making you ride his or heeseung's thighs, smirking at you when he sees you staring at his fingers for a long time

both of them would teach you the choreographies to sensual songs (heeseung esp) cause they want you to dance to it with them.

sunghoon wound just walk around your apartment shirtless just to make yall horny, (everyone says he has one of the best bodies in enha!)

they would be kinda kinky, but not super kinky yk

def into minor bondage and blindfolding and name calling, edging, overstimulation, thigh riding, etc.

sunghoon would love mirror sex and heeseung would love shower and bathtub sex for sure!

they would send you sweaty mirror selcas after practice just to make you needy

sunghoon would enjoy calling you doll. whereas heeseung would be into baby, or princess/ prince

"you look so pretty like this doll, such a slut for us hm?" sunghoon asked as he looked up from between your legs, your juices and his spit dripping down his chin, almost making you cum on the spot at how positively filthy he looked at that moment. smirking at the fucked out expression on your face, he was ready to dive right back in when heeseung's voice rang throughout the room. "stop teasing babyboy, or you know what'll happen don't you?" heeseung said, walking into the room with a belt in his hands, making your eyes go wide. "oh yes princess, we bought this just for you. don't you wanna be good for daddy and sir? hmmm? then sit still and look pretty while we tie you up".

total brainrot.

anyways I'm done, this was a mess.

hope you liked it!

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #enhypen #kpop #kpop smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen ff #enhypen headcanons #enhypen headcanon

[sardonic-the-writer]

simpbur with a beard...

simpbur with a beard...

he's a scruffy motherfucker, he doesn't shower as much as he should and god knows the last time he got a haircut but it makes him look like this rough indiana jones style history major

(i know most people normally focus on him being a music or english major, but this is my fantasy and i say history)

but he's so attractive, he is so conventionally attractive and he doesn't know it, and i like to think he's a little (a lotta) out of touch with reality so he definitely doesn't realize half the girls on campus are drooling for him because he's british and he's sexy as hell and he's so tall and wears sweaters with collared shirts and beanies and always has a redbull or a take away coffee cup in his hand (or the days where he just rolled out of bed to make it to a 9am class he regrets taking and he's in some band hoodie and grey sweats still looking fine as hell) (all the girls wish they were in his hoodie.)

but why would he ever even think of those other girls when he has you in his mind? he wouldn't, simple but! he's also so oblivious and filled with this self loathing and disgust that he never even thinks to wonder if you're one of the girls, one of the girls who stare at him every time he goes back and forth with a professor, one of the girls who dreams about running into him at a party and fucking him right then and there (none of them even think that he's such a virgin, sidenote he'd be adorable) but you are one of those girls! one of the girls that thinks about what it would be like making your daily coffee, but with him in your kitchen, hands around your waist, one of the girls who wishes he would walk them to class and give them a peck before he heads off to his lecture, one of the girls who adore him

but he's a stalkerish little simp who needs therapy, so he finds out, probably eavesdropping in on conversations you have with your friends, where you confess that there's this scruffy history major who just want to love- now he either takes this information one of two ways, first, he thinks he delusional and he just keeps being a little creep, BOO :( or! his ego is on cloud nine so he goes to ask you out and he's a blushing stuttering mess, my preferred option here

and then of course he'd take you to see some indie band followed up by coffee and yeah you'd become that girl, the girl every other girl on campus wishes she was, but you don't even have to worry about getting jealous because god, will has no idea that everyone is swooning over him because he's just so damn fine

and yeah you show up to classes in his sweaters and hoodies and yeah he walks you to each class and yeah he proofreads all your essays and yeah he sings to you when you're stressed and yeah you make him get some therapy because boy does he need it and yeah you go to couples therapy once a week after month six of your relationship because you care so much about each other that you want a super stable early foundation of your relationship so it lasts and yeah you get married and live happily ever after because you deserve it.

you also get a fluffy cat named buttercup who sheds on every piece of clothing you own and loves will more than anyone else.

(oh lord that just poured out of me like a flood, apologies if it's entirely incoherent) -💕

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Please this just makes me want to cuddle up with him and and and and let him hum me to sleep.

I am weak now thanks to you. I'm genuinely happy now

#dsmp #(y/n) #dsmp x reader #anon asks #simpbur x reader #simpbur #simpbur brainrot #simpbur mmm

[merakiui]

coraline au <3 happy early christmas present

you just moved to a new apartment, and everybody is driving you crazy. your roommate childe insists on drinking milk straight from the carton, the guy next door can't stop expirementing with his science tools long enough to stop a fire from burning up his whole living room, a middle aged man with an abnormally fat ass gives you a small stone as payment for denting your car, and his grandson who lives next door keeps you up all night with his gamer rage.

fed up one day, you decide to clean your apartment, only to find a small door in the laundry room. when asked about it, childe says it's a sealed door, and shows you that there's nothing but bricks behind it. he gives you the key, though, saying you can have it.

one night, though, you have an urge to open the door, only to find a cavernous tunnel where bricks should be. on the other end, though, you find... your apartment, same as always. except when you walk out of your bedroom, an abnormally tall man with large button eyes tells you that dinner is ready.

while you are wined and dined, you come to find out the man's name is dottore, and he's your other roommate. he's been waiting for you, he tells you happily, so that you two could have a swell time together.

the nights you spend with him are the most peaceful nights you ever had in your life. the luxury pillows on your bed are just so comfortable, you never want to leave again. all the other vending machines have all of your favorite food, and your neighbors are much quieter. they even visit with sweets sometimes, their mean red velvet cake not quite distracting from their hard button eyes.

after one candlelit dinner and slow dancing in your living room, dottore brings you a box of buttons. you could stay like this, with me, he croons in your ear, if only you'd sew buttons in your eyes as well.

you politely reject his offer, and return home to an empty apartment and days worth of mail at your door. everything is exactly as you left it, and it fills your stomach up with worry. you ask your roommates if they've seen childe, but come up with no answers. apparently, all of your neighbors are going to be out on vacation for a while, and for no reason. you're leaving xiao's place when a thought bubbles up in your mind: what if dottore took him?

you return to the other apartment to confront your other roommate, only for you to get in a huge fight. he takes the key to the real world and locks it, leaving you stuck here with him. frustrated, you run out, to find the stray cat who yowls all night at your complex back home, but here, it talks. you ask the cat what its name is, and it gives you scaramouche, saying that his true name is too pure for anybody here. with his help, you figure out a plan of action.

"from what I've seen about that old coot," it drawls, "is that he loves games. give him a challenge and he'll be sure to accept. that's the only way you'll get your friend back."

and when you blink, it's vanished, leaving only you with your thoughts.

-🥕

YOUR BRAIN!!!! :O We just barely scratched the surface of this idea in co-op and yet you could come up with something so wonderful… Omg I am blessed to read this. Crops have been watered and I have been fed a MEAL!!! Thank you, my liege. orz

I’m challenging Dottore to a staring contest and the loser has to give the winner a smooch. It’s okay if I lose and have to get the button eyes. It’s fine. 💔 He’ll let me choose a color, so it’s okay. :,) Dottore, please let me keep my eyes. I like them. 🥺

Ooh, but the idea of living in luxury with the crazy science man!!! Very nice. I will try it. <3

#chit chat #🥕 anon #dottore is on my mind #this au is on my mind #i am thinking and !!! #CAT SCARAMOUCHE !!! my absolute beloved #meraki faves #i promise i have coherent thoughts to contribute to this #but for now… dottore <3

[kathanisharmaa]

heyo! so as promised i'm bringing you my thoughts about kathony season two:

warning: this is a totally biased opinion of a kathony little bitch p.s. english is not my first language so be kind and let me know if(or better, when) you find any mistakes.

first of all, it was so great seeing the bridgertons together again (and, believe me or not, francesca included) and i can’t express this enough. they’re by far the best part of the show, it’s heartwarming seeing this big family interacting and i could just sit down and watch them all day, we can see how comfortable they are being part of this group of people who been living together for their whole existence and this is family ties are something i value way more than lady whistledown gossips.

and speaking of lady whistledown, what a fucking mess. from what i remember from the books, lady w was a gossip column but at the end of the day it served more like a writing device but in the show she’s just a way to a bitter girl attack and try to destroy the bridgertons season after season. i was highly annoyed by penelope’s acting as a victim and then being mean as fuck as lw and i could like her if she truly despised the ton but she is just mad that she’ll never be a diamond of first water. i adore seeing flaws on characters but i penelope’s whole personality it’s being obsessed with colin (i mean, him? from all the bridgertons? okay then…) and the bridgertons, and as lw she’s is just like cressida cowper.

as for the featheringtons sometimes i’m like “why we still seeing them?” i’m feeling stuck on featherington house when all i truly want is to go bridgerton house and spend the whole season watching bridgerton big brother, but i’ll be honest i like lady featherington and phillipa (who finally is a happily and truly in love married lady yaaay). the cousin jack plot was a big waste of time and i’ll happily skip all of his scenes if i’ll ever put myself through this path of suffering of rewatching season 2.

now quickly talking about the bridgerton siblings: how the fuck did they choose an actress who can’t be in the show to shoot the freaking scenes? bc i don’t even care about book francesca but it’s downrigth ridiculous how she’s ignored as a bridgerton. hyacinth is a perfect flower and together with gregory i’ll say right here i would give my life to protect my two babies, they’re the cutest (i loved so much seeing anthony interacting with them since he’s the paternal figure for gregory and hyacinth). benedict was charming as ever and even more funnier than in season one, i love every scene with him and i’ll never get over when he was high during dinner with his family! colin was… colin. i wasn’t interested in seeing him, to me the actor lacks of charisma and i don’t care about him and penelope at all, at least for now, and i’m hoping for some improvement bc they have high chances of being the most boring bridgerton couple. i have mixed feelings about eloise, her body language it’s so off and feels forced, and i’ll say she’s having way to much screen time and that time was stealed from kathony so this is unforgivable!!! (i can only expect to see A LOT of kathony in her season bc i’m this petty) i’m expecting she learn a thing or two bc so far she’s just a white and privileged girl who have means and time to pursue her interests and thinks she’s better than other women, using feminism to belittle her sisters (specially daphne who is very happy with marrying and having kids). daphne was adorable as aways, funny, perfect and a true princess (ALSO BABY AUGIE YOU GUYS 🥺🥺🥺) and a very pleasing surprise for me as she managed to be the smartest in the room everytime. anthony was a perfect character, jonny bailey delivered a deep character and i could see the ocean of emotions in his face all the time. i can’t think anyone better to play the viscount and he carries half of this season on his shoulders.

ranking my favorites from the bridgertons this season: 1. anthony 2. benedict 3. daphne 4. hyacinth and gregory 5. eloise 6. colin being 1, 2, 3 and 4 characters i love and 5 and 6, having a lot of room for improvement. and i'm not sure where should i put francesca since she was barely a part of the season…

violet was breathtaking this season and “edmund was the air that i breathed. and now there is no air” will forever remain as one of my favorite bridgerton quotes. all the flashback scenes were award worthy and her conversations with anthony got me in tears. as a big fan of her being so desperate to marry all her children, i amvery happy with her this season and got zero complains.

lady danbury was so different from season one! i hate so much how she acted towards kate!!! seriously, what a disappointment… sat down to watch expecting her to be an ally to kate and episode after episode she worked very hard to make kate feel bad about herself when she should be helding mary accountable. i’ll need time to forgive her after season 2.

will mondrich plot was badly handled, it was overall very disconected without the duke's presence and i was bored by his drama and felt like the writers lost de opportunity to use his club to give us more scenes from the three bridgerton brothers and also making his plot useful while serving more bridgerton content.

now, let’s talk about the sharmas.

first of all, what the actual fuck, bridgerton writers??? why did you take something perfect and felt the need to destroy it? why???? the sharmas were supposed to be a very close family but what i saw was mary and edwina being two spoiled and dumb aristocratic girls and kate was their maid, she was way more like a governess than part of the family and that hurted SO MUCH.

mary, i hope i never have to see your face again. i despise you and know that you’re the worst mother in the world and i’m not saying much more because everything i have to say about her it’s bad. i hate everyone that made kate feel so alone like she was this season and losing her husband is no excuse to treat bad one of your kids, take violet as example ffs. seriously guys, i can’t believe my baby kate lived 26 years like that and thank god now she have the bridgertons who clearly adore her as she deserves!

edwina is a brat, a spoiled child made to be hated, that’s the only explanation for everything i watched during the last eitgh episodes. she was sweet until page two and then i had to sit and watch her going against kate’s only advice “don’t go near viscount bridgerton”, act like a teenager obsessed (to the point the almost fucking marries anthony and says she is in love with him AND LOVE HIM) with being a viscountess to after having her fanfic destroyed throw a tantrum like a kid who lost her favorite toy. the episode six was pratically unberable to watch and after the whole wedding scene i felt in my heart i could never like her. it was heartbreaking seeing how kate was treated by her own family and yet the show kept trying to sell edwina’s pov as a innocent girl who was played by her bitter and jealous sister which makes zero sense. i hate her plot, i hate love triangles and i hate bridgerton writers for destroying a beautiful friendship between kate and edwina.

finally talking about kate!!!

she is the love of my life and i have no doubts about it. even being different from kate in the books, i loved her, i felt her pain, her insecurities, i understood her. i wouldn’t change a thing about kate sharma and can say with certain that she’s one of the best female characters on television these days.

it was unfortunately we lost time being her act as edwina’s mother when i wanted to see her exploring the world, talking with another girls (I WANT MORE KATE AND ELOISE!!! AND KATE WITH DAPHNE PLS), doing her own thing, actually talking and knowing more about anthony bc i feel like they have a lot in common even as friends.

and while we’re talking kate and anthony WHAT IS THIS CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THESE TWO, YOU GUYS??? I MEAN, I WAS LEFT OUT OF BREATH EVERYTIME THEY INTERACTED, JESUS CHRIST! i want to scream about how perfect they are and i need a whole season just showing kate and anthony living, just the two of them talking, sharing gossip about the ton, pushing each others buttons etc. episodes 7 and 8 weren’t enough to feed my emotional need for kathony. i already watched 10 times every single one of the scenes were they interact in the last 2 episodes and they never stop being everything i’ve always wanted to see.

final considerations:

bridgerton family moments 10/10 eloise treating very bad the poor boys approaching her -10/10 kate and anthony 10000/10 kate and anthony screen time -10/10 bridgerton writters: why do you guys hate so much kate sharma? i cannot put in words how much i dislike you all. i could say you’re tried to wrote a bad fanfic but that would be an insult to all of our amazing fanfiction writers that serving the best content we deserve. cvd: wtf man? how dare you saying kathony wedding happened at the end of episode 6? why are you so evil? who hurted you?

did i forget to mention anything? pls let me know!

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #bridgerton netflix #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #violet bridgerton #kate sharma #mary sharma #edwina sharma #penelope featherington #lady featherington #lady danbury

[bobateastay]

hello! can i request a soft dom boyfriend minho x fem reader please? just... mmm something along the lines of them finally living together and still have to get used to some changes and each other's daily habits which made them kinda sensitive and ended up fighting but then they'll make up and make love 🥺 thank you in advance ily

A/N: hello lovely anon!! i hope this didn’t take too long and that you like the way it turned out but if you don’t feel free to leave more requests and i’ll happily write them for you!! thank you for requesting and thank you for specifying reader’s gender <3

tags - fluff, smut, established relationship, soft sex, domestic arguments

nsfw content - do not interact or read if you are under 18

Word Count: 2′413

Moving in with Minho had been a dream of yours for the past few months. You’d been dating for just over a year now and stayed over at each other’s places almost constantly when your respective flatmates weren’t in the way. You’d been thinking about it for a while already when Minho brought it up. 

You were in his kitchen, his hips pressed against your ass as you made pancakes. His lips left open-mouthed kisses along your neck as you set aside the pan, fingers gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. A smile played on your lips as he grinded against your ass, the feeling of his cock getting hard against you making your heart flutter.

“Isn’t Jisung coming home?” you asked, breath catching in your throat when Minho brought a hand up to wrap around your neck. 

“He said he’s getting back at seven,” he mumbled, a small hum of satisfaction leaving his throat. “Which gives us all day-”

Loud laughter filled the apartment all of a sudden and Minho drew back from you, tugging the shirt he was wearing down to cover the bulge in his sweatpants. You felt your whole face flush, picking up the pan to put it into the sink.

“Minho!” Jisung called. “I brought Chan and Changbin!”

“What happened to coming back at seven?” Minho called back, glaring at the younger boy who appeared in the doorway. 

“Are those pancakes?”

“Not for you, thief,” Minho grumbled. “Tell me when you’re coming home early.”

“Sorry for the intrusion!” Chan and Changbin called from the living room. You and Minho stood in the kitchen for a little while after Jisung left the room, Minho offering you an apologetic smile. You hugged him, letting your head rest against him as you breathed in the scent of his laundry detergent. His fingers ran through your hair, chest raising in a quiet sigh.

“Have you ever thought about us moving in together?” he asked quietly.

“Hm?”

“Isn’t it a pain, with Jisung and your flatmates? Think about it, okay?”

It turned out to be a good idea, spending the next few weeks searching for apartments and picking out bed sheets and kitchen equipment. It was fun and the two of you had fun moving in with help from both your friends. The first few days in the new apartment were filled with sharing takeout on cardboard boxes and giggling at possessions you’d never noticed the other owned. When the bed was finally set up you fucked on the clean, pretty sheets you’d bought and made a mess of them (which was a pain because you hadn’t bought an extra set yet). The kitchen filled with golden light in the mornings and the living room sofa was much comfier than the one you’d had before. Overall it felt like things were perfect.

However, you hadn’t anticipated that after a few weeks together you’d start to grow tired of being with each other almost constantly. Minho was good at cleaning but he left the bathroom floor and mirrors wet - something that irked you even when it wasn’t a big deal. Minho felt the same about the way you left dishes out on the counter or the way you let your laundry pile up so much that you had to spend two days straight taking care of it. These things weren’t all that important but on top of having to be around each other when you were grumpy or tired or hyper, it piled up until the two of you were actively avoiding each other almost every day.

“Y/N!” Minho called from the kitchen. “Have you seen that mug I like?”

“Which one?” you hummed as you made your way to the kitchen. 

“The one with the cat on the handle, you know?”

“I put it in the dishwasher,” you told him with a small shrug.

“You put it in the- you can’t put it in the dishwasher!” he yelled, waving an arm at you. You huffed softly.

“It’s not a big deal-”

“It is a big deal, the paint’s gonna come off! Do you never listen to me, how many times have I told you that you can’t-”

“I’ll buy you another one, Minho, don’t make a fuss,” you mumbled, rubbing your brow bone.

“I’m the one fussing? You ignore everything I say and then ruin the stuff I own and I’m the one fussing?” he shouted, turning away from you. “Can’t you just listen to me?”

You toyed with the ends of your t-shirt, pressing your lips together into a thin line. Now that you thought about it, it had been his favourite mug - but you really hadn’t meant to fuck it up. You were sure that you did listen to him. Despite what he said, you never meant to ignore him. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” you said softly, tempted to reach out to him but too scared that you’d just upset him more.

“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. 

You retreated to your shared bedroom, curling up on the bed. You felt a sigh rise in your chest, exhaling slowly. It hit you then how much you missed Minho, how much you missed all the giggles and closeness that had been so easy between the two of you before. You found yourself pouting as you thought of how much you just wanted to be close to him again. Was it your fault? Maybe it had been a bad idea to live together from the start. 

You lay there for what felt like forever until your thoughts were so jumbled you could barely tell them apart, eyes watery and hands holding tightly onto the hem of your t-shirt. You were pulled out of your worried state by a knock at the door. Minho opened it before you had a chance to ask what he wanted, seating himself by your feet.

“Baby,” he said, a gentle hand coming to rest on your calf. You hummed in reply, blinking quickly. “Can you come here? We should talk.”

You sat up without hesitation, almost desperate to have Minho treat you normally again. He gave you an apologetic smile and gestured to his lap. You straddled him carefully, enjoying the way his hands came up to hold your face. There was a minute of silence, both of you admiring each other’s features after not having been this close to each other for a while. When you finally opened your mouth to speak Minho took it as an opportunity to kiss you, leaning in and moving his hands to hold your waist.

The kiss was slow and careful, his tongue only sliding against your bottom lip after a small sigh left you. His hands continued to be gentle, sliding his fingertips up underneath your t-shirt to touch your warm skin. You giggled against his lips when his thumbs ran over your skin.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he said, voice quiet. “I didn’t mean for it to go like this.”

“That’s okay, it’s not your fault... I’m sorry for ruining your favourite mug,” you answered, kissing along his cheekbone. 

“That kind of was your fault,” he joked, kissing your neck. He was quiet, hands squeezing your waist as he sucked a dark hickey into your skin. “Let me make it up to you?”

You nodded, moving your hips against him. The way his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he grinded up into you made your heart flutter. He was so pretty, his eyes so concentrated while he stared at your lips, hands travelling up beneath your shirt to cup your breasts. He grinned at the knowledge that you weren't wearing a bra and you murmured an embarrassed 'shut up', arching slightly into his touch.

He was quiet, thumbs rubbing over your nipples until they were hard. You felt your chest grow sensitive while heat gathered in your crotch.

"I missed your pretty chest," Minho said softly. He gestured for you to lift your arms, helping you pull off your t-shirt. "I missed kissing you." He leaned forward to flick his tongue against one of your nipples, his fingers toying with the other one. You bit your lip to try and muffle your whimpers, embarrassed by how easy it was for him to make a mess of you. 

"Don't tease," you whined, tugging at his hair. Minho didn't pay any attention to you, sucking marks into your chest and kissing until both your nipples were wet, the air cold on your skin. He smirked, looking at you once again. He could feel how your body tensed from the smallest of touches, taking pleasure in pinching your nipples and twisting them. 

"Minho-"

"I just want to make you feel good, dollface," he told you, leaning to kiss you. He swallowed your whines and whimpers, letting out a deep breath of satisfaction when your hand came into contact with his crotch. He pulled back just enough to whisper against you, his breath warm on your lips. "Tell me what you want."

His words made you throb with need, your panties growing wet. You shut your eyes, squeezing Minho's hard-on through his pants, thumb rubbing circles against the tip. You rested your forehead against his, drinking in the soft pants he let out. 

"I want you inside of me," you told him, squeezing him gently. "Please fuck me, I miss how you feel inside of me." 

You expected him to laugh and tease you more but all he did was mutter a quiet 'fuck', grabbing the waistband of your pants. 

"Take these off."

You did as he asked, watching him do the same. The sight of his cock, flushed and hard made your sex pulse. You shifted your thighs slightly and felt how wet you really were, your inner thighs already messy just from Minho playing with your tits. You sat yourself back on the bed, Minho pushing you so that you were laying with your head on the pillows. 

"I wanna see your pretty face when I make you cum," he told you, pushing two fingers into you. The slight stretch was welcome, Minho's eyes on you making you flush darkly. He knew just how to make you weak, his fingers curling just right, his thumb rubbing circles into your clit. "Tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," you told him, gasping when he added another finger. It hurt a little this time but the feeling of Minho's lips on your jaw distracted you. After a few more thrusts of his fingers your hips were bucking up to meet his movements, thighs shaking slightly. "It feels good but let me- I wanna cum on your dick."

This time he did laugh a little, curling his fingers to draw a loud whine from you. He seemed to have no intention of stopping, even when you grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his soft skin.

"What do you say angel?"

"Please," you whimpered. You felt your stomach tighten just at the thought of his length already leaking precum, that pretty vein along the side of it and the way it twitched slightly if you said the right things to him. "Please, let me cum on your cock."

Minho removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean. You watched, unable to catch your breath with just how pretty he looked. His lips were so soft and just that little bit swollen from kissing, eyes completely focused on you. You whined, pushing your hips up to try and get him to hurry. 

"You're so cute," he told you, rubbing the head of his cock between your folds. His moans were quiet but just as pretty as his face. He pushed in slowly, brows drawn together and eyes squeezed shut. You let out a long groan when you felt him bottom out, hole clenching around him just to feel how deep he was. This drew another moan from him, his hips bucking into you. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" you said quietly, your hands reaching for his waist. He pulled out just as slowly as he'd pushed in, his thrusts languid and gentle. He opened his eyes to look at you, exhaling audibly.

"I love you."

You grinned at him, fingers squeezing against him. 

"I love you- fuck," you were cut off by your own moan when Minho angled his hips to thrust against the spot that made you see stars. His hands gripped your hips tightly, fucking into you slow but firm. "I love you too," you finally managed to gasp out, followed by a long whimper. 

"I missed your pussy," he moaned, hands squeezing your chest before one hand came down to touch your clit. "It's so easy to make you wet, baby... You feel so good around my cock."

He felt you throb around him as he spoke, leaning down to kiss you as carefully as he could. 

"Minho," you moaned against his lips, knocking noses with him by mistake. "Minho, I'm-" 

He silenced you once again, muffling your loud gasps and moans with his lips as you came. Your walls tightened around him, pulling his cock in deep as he slowed his thrusts. You were shaking beneath him, hands coming up to rest on the back of his neck. 

"Good girl," he murmured, continuing to fuck into you although he was much gentler now. With each thrust he could feel your cunt pulse, could hear how wet you were each time his hips met yours. 

"Cum for me," you said between quick breaths. "Please cum for me."

Your gentle words made his stomach tighten as he hurriedly pulled out of you, groaning as he came on your stomach. He felt his thighs shake as you took a hold of his length, stroking him through his orgasm until he was shuddering. 

He lay beside you, pulling you close even though you were both a little sweaty now and your stomach was sticky. Once both of you were breathing calmly, his fingers tracing patterns onto your spine, you opened your eyes to admire his face as though it were the first time you were seeing it.

"You know," you began, watching as Minho opened his eyes to watch you speak. There was already a fond smile on his lips even before he'd heard what you had to say. "I'd buy you a thousand mugs if it meant I could keep living with you."

Minho laughed softly, humming as he hugged you close again.

"Don't you dare break a thousand of my mugs."

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[surpriserose]

Chris can u pretty pretty please fan cast X/1999 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I hate this i hate that i woke up and was like yeah ive got ideas >:(

Kamui is timothee chalamet everyone's favorite edgeboy and nothing else kamui is just all edge here hes not allowed to develop as a character or be nonbinary sorry i got attached to agender kamui so much

Fuuma is everyones second favorite edgy boy Robert Pattinson who is literally giving it his all and thats probably too much so honestly? He can probably pull of fuuma theyre both weirdos

Kotori probably still dies but there are so many cringey romantic flashbacks with her and kamui as kamui is training (in a montage set to like imagine dragons or something) so like fuck it lets go with kaitlyn dever the dear evan hansen lady again she can get her check and get out

Hinoto oh god im trying to avoid spoilers for these but like....im actually putting reese Witherspoon here because i remembered who i wanted for karen so BUT ANYWAYS they do it its split its every bad DID movie youve ever seen im so sorry

Arashi okay i have a vision here this time they swap arashi and soratas genders arashi is now a dude and sorata is a lady for pretty much no reason but omg sword? Lets make arashi a man so they can be another stoic edgy boy for the collection. I think they get simu liu fress off the marvel presses and he gets absolutely nothing to work with because they looked at arashi and were like okay theyre just 😐 100% of the time and thats theyre only deal

Sorata is awkwafina because they do let sorata be comic relief but also thats all they are now but also theyre not funny at all </3 except theyre also kamuis new love interest 🥺🥺🥺 and they kiss at the climax where the power of love saves the day and everyone hugs it out and like idk they solve climate change. Also they let sorata be bi but its in blink and you miss it stuff like the shit they pulled with loki and everyone calls it amazing representation

Karen is anya taylor joy and they cannot handle her being a sex worker well AT ALL she has to be saved by motherhood to nataku 🥺🥺🥺🥺 where she quits her job and like idk starts a daycare or some shit in the epilogue

Subaru god i just want to cast nick Robinson from love simon again sorry hes typecast as milquetoast white gay to me which is what they make subaru his entire personality is pining after Seishirou like hes not even really kamuis brother figure hes just some guy here :(

Yuzuriha and aoki dont exist sorry they have to make cuts somewhere </3

Nataku is brianna hildebrand because when you suggested the hollywood nonbinary is a cis girl with a buzzcut she came to mind because she was negasonic teenage warhead in deadpool so xyqvzu1vziwjs they probably let nataku be nonbinary but they dont say it and probably use she/her pronouns more than half the time and they definitely 100% have karen call them her daughter at some point

Seishirou is armie hammer hes got experience with predatory age gap gay relationships after call me by your name so hes getting typecasted now too and because timothee chalamet his former co star is on the cast kamui...kamui x Seishirou becomes popular online :(

Kanoe....and this is the big one...kanoe is scarlett Johansson who is managing somehow to whitewash harder than the rest of the white cast. I think they keep all her sexy dresses and flirting with ppl and shit but like...and this one hurts...they make her a predatory lesbian stereotype with satsuki and shes the big bad irredeemable villain they kill to solve climate change or whatever and then satsuki marries yuto and they live happily ever after in a big old nuclear family

Satsuki is kristen wiig basically just being cheetah from wonder woman 1984 all over again and its worse this time and shes basically just there so kanoe can be a big old evil lesbian to a cishet woman and they definitely make jokes like just because i have short hair doesnt mean im a lesbian 🤪🤪🤪 and everyone insists this cant be homophobic because they made seisub canon and thats gay so!!!

Yuto is here i was gonna cut him but hes satsukis love interest and he definitely defects out of love for satsuki and he wants to kill kanoe to get her away from satsuki and its portrayed as really heroic. It doesnt matter who he is he sucks so like lets go with chris evans. Also they make a ton of aquaman jokes.

They cut the rest of the dragons of earth sorry

Other points

They completely cut all the references to shrines and stuff like sorata being Buddhist and basically just make it a standard magic system EXCEPT for arashi because they didnt whitewash them which ends up being worse than if they never tried at all

I do think m night shyamalan would kill to direct this

No one dies except kanoe and maaaybe fuuma if fuuma dies he redeems himself right before the end so its so sad like think kylo ren or some shit

Takes place 100% in new york

Add your own to make it worse :)

#Clamp #X/1999 #Ask to tag #Im so sorry #Fancast #Idk i feel like i should have a tag for these since ppl keep asking me for them wy2vswinslq

[sergeant-spoons]

Can we PLEASE get a part two of ‘from May to June’ with Luz? I need to know what happens next! Please tell me they meet up and fall in love and live happily ever after? I need the fluff🥺 just in case you can’t tell i absolutely loved it😂❤️

How It Should Be (From May to June Pt 2)

I’m so glad you enjoyed the story! Here’s part two, darling Anon, I hope you like it! 💕

Pairing: George Luz x Female OC

Word count: 3591

Tone: Build-up to a meeting, hooray they’re together!, mostly fluff and lighthearted, a slight dip in positive tone toward the end yet a happy ending

Summary: After so long of just voices on the radio, the world has finally granted them the chance they’ve been looking for, and it’s time to meet face-to-face.

Taglist: @tvserie-s-world, @easy-company-tradition, @victoryrollsandredlips, @liebgotttme, @50svibes, @mgdln97, @likeyourfuckingsergeant​

Moving north...

George kept his promise, radioing in every night. They talk for as long as they can before one is called away on orders and they have to share a quick goodbye. Things have changed between them since he came back on the line. He still makes his jokes, talks about home, does impressions every now and again, but there's a new branch of discussion they've started to dip their toes in lately. As April's regiment marches through the Ettal Forest, finally making their way into Germany, she reflects on their conversation last night with a small smile.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, 'course I'm serious."

She leans back against her pack, tucking the receiver closer to her ear.

"You really want me to... meet your family?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

He sighs. "Really, April-" Her heart trembles when he says her name. "-I think my folks'd like to meet my girl."

It was the first time he'd called her 'his'. She'd gone silent for a moment, then he said he had to go- his superiors tended to have the worst timing -and the click on the other end came before she could reply. Truth is, she likes the sound of being 'his girl', no, loves it. Imagine that? Being a fella's girl. Of course, it goes both ways, and she presses her lips together, stifling a wide smile. If she's his, then he's hers: isn't that something?

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Moving south...

April. That name is on his tongue all the time now. His friends tease him about it, but he doesn't care one bit. It doesn't matter that he has only a voice to go off of and a slim mental picture of what she might look like, he knows for a fact he's irrevocably fallen in love with the girl on the radio. Earlier today, he caught her asleep, and for a moment, he felt bad for waking her, until he heard her morning voice and his heart went all aflutter.

"George, it's not even 06:00."

"I know, I know. Sorry." He's not really, and they both know it. "I just wanted to let you know..."

"Go on." She yawns and he grins at the wall.

"We're heading to Austria next."

"Really?" Now she's interested, waking up more. "We're in Germany, but rumor has it we'll move southeast in a few days."

He tries not to smirk. "I know."

She sighs, though it's mostly playful. "Are you keeping tabs on me or somethin'? How in the hell d'you always know where my regiment's headed?"

"I've got good sources," he teases, quite cryptically, "I'll tell you more about 'em when we meet."

He can almost see her smiling. "And that'll be soon, right?"

"Yeah." There's a lightness in his voice that hasn't surfaced since Easy came to Germany. "Real soon."

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Getting closer...

"Hey, Albert."

"Mhmm?" She's sifting through the latest shipment of supplies, taking a tally. Some of her fellow soldiers are clamoring for treats and whatnot and as she glances up, she has to swat at a greedy hand reaching for a pack of cigarettes.

"Report just came in, we're movin' back to Austria."

Cheers from all. A smile starts to grow on April's face and she steps back from the supplies. Dropping her clipboard on the table, she lets her fellow war-wearied soldiers take their pick from the stock, deciding why the hell not? There's good reason to celebrate. Germany's recently surrendered and they're going back to beautiful Austria.

"Sir?"

Her company lieutenant turns around, one foot out the door, and nods for her to go on.

"D'you know where exactly?"

He tilts his head. "Ah, somewhere in the mountains. Three-word name, starts with a Z... I can't remember it exactly."

"Thank you, anyway."

They exchange quick salutes and April slips off to the room she's bunking in (for now), pulling her radio out from under her bed. Adjusting the dial, she punches in the number code, but it's only static on the other end. She waits for a long moment, fingers crossed in her lap, and as luck would have it, she hears a familiar voice muttering something about his socks going missing.

"George?"

A thud and a curse come through the line before she hears him pick up the receiver.

"Hey, April." He sounds like he's wincing.

"Didja hit your head?"

"Possibly." At her laugh, he adds, "You startled me!", a fond reprimand.

"Well, sorry 'bout that, but I've got news."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and I think you'll wanna hear it." She waits for a beat. "Do you?"

"Of course!" He's as eager as a puppy and she can't help but smile.

"Where are you stationed again?"

He groans. "April, c'mon, don't leave me hangin’-"

"Hey, hey, I'm setting the scene here."

"Oh, fine. It's ah-" His voice grows faint, but she can still hear him asking someone else for the name of their location and she stifles a giggle. "It's called Zellamsee."

"One word?"

More questioning on the other end, then George affirms what she's hoping. "Nah, three."

Zell am See.

She gives a squeal and he gasps, and a blush falls upon her cheeks.

"What? Is this good news or bad?" He's impatient, and a little worried, she can tell by his tone, and she brushes down the creases in her ODs as she gathers her thoughts.

"Good news: my regiment's heading there tomorrow."

He's silent for a moment. She understands why. It was kind of a fanciful idea, to think they could meet up in Germany or Austria. It's a lot of land to cover and there's no reason one regiment couldn't hold one town on its own... April can't help but wonder if there's some cosmic force helping her and George.

"Really?" The volume of his voice has dropped.

"Well, I'm pretty sure." She picks at a loose thread. "My intel's just as solid as yours."

He's smiling again, she knows, though she can't see. "I hope it is."

"Me too."

"Can't wait to see you, April."

Her smile softens. "Same sentiments here, George."

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Getting farther...

It's been nearly two weeks and, as it turned out, her regiment met heavy guerilla engagement in the mountains. It seems like a stalemate, at the moment. She keeps radioing when she can, though it's much less frequent. He worries. A lot. They're so close. Her voice, much clearer than ever before, reminds him of that one night on the radio, words hitching. He wishes he could go to her, protect her, get her the hell out of there and take her to the (albeit temporary) haven of Zell am See. It seems wrong, to feel safe here while she's still fighting a band of fanatic Nazis barely ten miles away.

How much longer will they have to wait?

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Almost there...

The fighting ends on August 3rd, two weeks and three days after it began. The remaining Nazis either jump from the cliffs or try to turn themselves in and are promptly shot. She feels no sympathy. They have killed five of her regiment, one of them a good friend, and kept her from the small promised peace she's expected. As soon as the roads are clear, her regiment is on the move, double-timing it to make up for the lost days. Accordingly, the remainder of the trip only takes them six days, and they pass the last checkpoint before the town at midday on the 9th.

"You almost here?"

George's voice echoes in her mind from their conversation last night, and April shifts her pack on her shoulders, each step falling on the sunken road at the same time as her heartbeat.

"One more day. We should be there by sunset, at the latest."

Two friends jostle another into her side and she pushes them back, laughing at whatever teasing led to such a motion.

"I'll have those flowers for you."

She looks at the side of the road. Half these flowers, she's never seen before.

"All in a rainbow?"

"All in a rainbow."

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Arriving at last...

George adjusts his collar for what must be the dozenth time in the last thirty minutes. He's sitting with a few buddies, playing cards, but he'd rather be outside, waiting for the arriving regiment, for her. Alas, upper command wants every soldier below the station of a lieutenant to remain indoors. 'For good impressions' was their excuse, and George is still rather ticked about it. The flowers he spent all morning picking are resting in a vase across the room. A soft rumble begins to fill the air and he perks up. Could that be them? It has to be, right?

Ignoring the protests of his friends as he drops his cards face-up on the table, he rises and swiftly crosses to the window. Yep, those are tanks. The 101st didn't bring any of those bad boys up here into the mountains. George isn't entirely sure how this regiment did, with the curving roads and sloping pathways. Most of the soldiers are walking, saluting each higher-up they pass, and as they begin to head into the square, George turns to the vase.

"Y'know what? Screw the orders, I wanna greet these lucky bastards face-to-face!" declares Perconte, and he shoots a wink at George as the others start to get up, deciding to join him.

"Yeah, let's go."

They're down the stairs in just a couple of seconds and out the door in another few. The soldiers riding on the front of the tanks start waving at them and the Easy boys return the gestures with grins and whistles. His friends shout teasing remarks and are met with the same, and though George would usually be at the forefront of these exchanges, he's got his mind on seeking out someone in particular.

And there she is.

She's got her helmet clipped to the strap of her radio pack, short-cropped hair swishing across her forehead from the warm breeze. Her sleeves are rolled up and she's got a small smile on her face as she chats with a soldier next to her, pointing at the lake. She's not the only lady in the group, he's gathered as much, but he knows it's her. They agreed on a signal, just last night, to let him know it's her (no need for the other way around, she knows his face from the photograph he sent).

"No, George, I'm not painting a triangle or somethin' on my helmet."

"Have you got a better idea?"

He hears her shift in her seat. "Yes, actually."

"Shoot."

"Your photograph. I'll clip it to my front pocket."

"For all the world to see, huh?" He grins.

"No." She's smiling. "Just for you."

"April!"

She looks immediately, eyes widening, as she scans the area. It's not hard to pick him out, as there aren't many soldiers lining the roads (though more are following his friends' lead and disobeying their stay-inside orders) and a smile splits across her face. She breaks ranks to go to him and the fellow she was just talking to starts to whistle and cheer, others around him joining in. George breaks into motion as well, and as he opens his arms, careful to keep the flowers from being crushed, she runs to him.

It feels so right, to have her in his embrace, and she buries her face into the crook of his shoulder and head as she holds to him. He breathes her in for a long moment, cheek against the top of her head, heart swelling with joy. Finally, after so long, they're finally here, together. She brushes her lips against the side of his neck and he gives a soft sigh.

"I brought you the flowers."

"I see."

She still has her face turned into his body, and he presses his lips together in a curved line, holding back a laugh. There's no way she can see the bouquet in his hand (she probably did on approach, however) and he appreciates how she's much more focused on him than them. He draws in a deep breath. He's got to say it, the words have been on his tongue for weeks. Once, he told her, at the end of that first talk when he came back on the line. She was in Austria, he in France, and he told her. It was rushed, though, and he wants to say it more definitively.

"I love you."

She holds him closer. "I love you, too."

If he had a ring, he might have just up and proposed right here and now. She's here, with him, and she loves him too, and everything's falling into place.

"Albert!"

She gives a start. There's a grizzled old man, trying and failing to hold back a smile, beckoning for her to rejoin her regiment. She pecks a kiss on his cheek and steps back.

"Flowers."

She takes them, smiling, and he feels his heart swoon as her fingers brush his.

"I'll see you again in a little while."

"Yeah." He nods. "I'll come find you."

She grins as she starts back toward the line. "You'd better!"

"Oh, I will," he mutters to himself, watching her go, knowing he looks like a lovesick puppy and not caring at all.

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Here to stay...

"George?"

He turns from looking out the window, a cigarette in one hand and his cravat in the other. A smile appears on his face as soon as he meets her gaze and she looks at him fondly in return. This is her room, but she expected him to be here. He often stays the night these days, and it's been comforting (one might even say healing) to both of them to fall asleep in each other's arms. There's been no 'hanky-panky', as her mother would say, between them, but what intimacy they have going on is plenty enough for her right now.

"Hey, sweetheart."

She starts over, knocking the side of her foot against the door to close it halfway, and drops her bag against the footboard of her bed.

"You're, what, 24? And you can't even tie your own cravat?" 

She's teasing, and he knows it, so as she takes the decorative tie from his hand he puts out his cigarette in the ashtray on the windowsill and slips his arm around her waist.

"Yeah, yeah, c'mere."

He draws her into a kiss and she melts into him. God, she'll never get tired of his kisses. Or his smiles, or voice, or all of him. She loves him tirelessly, and the knowledge warms her heart as she pulls back just slightly, smiling.

"Ornamental things first, kisses later. The presentation's in ten minutes."

"Oh, screw the ceremony thing," he mutters, trying to kiss her again, but she turns his head so his lips land on her cheek. "You're killing me here, woman!"

"There." Fixing the last loop, she pats the cravat, and he twists his neck, scrunching up his nose and mouth.

"I hate these things." He reaches to tug on it but she swats his hand away. "Aaaapriiiil," he whines, and she bites her lip, and it's as if she can see the words slip away from him as he stares at her.

"Ten minutes?"

"Nine by now." Guessing at what he's thinking of, she blushes and pushes his chest. "Besides, you're all dressed up."

He sighs and shakes his head. "As much as I hate that you're right, you're right."

"Well..." She tilts her head, coy, and his smile starts to return. "Nine minutes is plenty of time for-"

He smothers her words with a deep kiss.

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Leaving at last.

"Can you believe it?"

George gives a small smile. He's barely stepped into the room and she hasn't even looked up from packing, but she knew it was him. Has she memorized his footsteps? How cute.

"What, that the war's over-" He steps forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. "-or that I'm in love with the prettiest girl in the whole wide world?"

"Both," she replies, and he's glad to see the blush appearing on her face from the compliment and his touch.

"My folks are clamoring to meet you."

She gives a quiet laugh. "Just like you said they would."

"Yep." 

He nuzzles his face into the nape of her neck and she shifts in posture. He knows she's ticklish there, and he presses a few soft kisses to her skin, smiling as she squirms, giggling.

"George," she admonishes, tone lighthearted, "I've got to keep packing."

"Mmmm, the suitcase can wait." 

He kicks the door shut behind him and she turns around, raising an eyebrow, as he keeps his arms around her.

"Kisses are more important."

A smile on her lips, she presses them to his and he holds her closer, feeling her body curve against his pleasantly. He kisses her softly at first, and as she leans back slightly against the open suitcase, he deepens the embrace, slipping one hand under her shirt. As his kisses travel across her cheek and jaw, she gives a soft sigh, running her hands slowly through his hair.

"You know you drive me crazy, right?" he asks against the skin of her neck, and she shivers, her grip on his hair tightening for a moment and only serving to speed up the pool of heat swirling in his chest.

"I hope that's a good thing." 

He brings his lips back up to hers, and affirms, "Of course it is," between kisses. "Everything is a good thing with you, sweetheart." 

He gently pushes her to the side and she willingly steps around the suitcase to lean back on the bed. Her legs come up and wrap around his waist and he catches a groan in his throat before the sound can escape his lips. Her blouse is half-unbuttoned by now and he kisses down her chest, enjoying the way her exhale becomes shaky as he runs his hands along her sides.

"C7-821."

He pauses, puzzled, and looks up. She drops her legs from around him and sits up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wherever he thought this was going, apparently it's not, but he's fine with that. It seems there's something more pressing on her mind. He leans into her as she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses the underside of his jaw, the untrimmed scruff undoubtedly brushing her skin. He wonders for a beat if she finds it sexy.

"I memorized your call sign."

"So you did."

April leans back, examining his face, and he frowns to see her eyes have gone wet.

"Something wrong?"

"No, no." She smiles, and he relaxes to see it's in earnest. "I just... For a while, I thought it would only be a dream, meeting you. And then I fell in love and it was so much worse."

"Worse?"

"Not the loving you part," she amends, "the thinking I'd never know you beyond your voice on the radio and your photograph in my pocket."

He brushes his hand against her cheek. "I'm here, now. So are you." A smile, flashing his teeth at her, glad to see her own lips flick up in response, though only briefly. "And you're not asleep." He chuckles. "If you were, we'd be dreaming the same thing."

She hesitates. "George?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you want me?"

He gasps. "Sweetheart!" Quickly, he pulls her against him, holding her close and pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "You're all I want."

"Really?"

"Well, a house would be nice. And a good job."

She laughs and he rubs his fingers in a soothing rhythm against her back, feeling her relax into his embrace.

"And kids someday, if you're up for it." A beat. "But really, if I had to choose between all those things and you, I'd pick you every time."

"Really?" Her voice is still a little weak, and he leans the side of his head against hers, letting her shift to sit on his lap.

"Yes." He strokes her hair now. "Yes."

"I love you."

"I love you, too." 

He kisses her cheek as she raises her head, and he's glad to see her smile has reappeared.

"I should get back to packing," she says, clearly reluctant, after a long moment, and he wrinkles up his nose.

"No, no." She gives a squeak as he turns her in his arms, holding her bridal style. "Didn't you hear me earlier? 'The suitcase can wait. Kisses are more important'." His expression goes soft as she looks up at him with a sweet smile. "Though right now, I think cuddling would be best."

"Yeah," she agrees, and the spark has returned to her eyes. "Cuddling would be best."

So he lays back on the bed and she rolls over beside him, adjusting herself in his arms until they're both comfortable. She leans her head against his chest and gives a contented hum while he plays with her hair with a gentle, absentminded touch. This is how it should be. Together, not countries apart; seeing each other speak face-to-face rather than only hearing voices through static; touching, not reaching into the night to brush away a lock of hair or fallen leaf that's on the other's shoulder miles and miles away. And they'll be on their way back to the States this afternoon, in a time of peace.

The war is over.

She is here, in his arms, humming a lullaby.

And happiness, so long fought-for and well-deserved, is finally theirs.

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[rosenallies]

are you still taking fluffy prompts? in sugar daddy gottrosenali au denali has a hard day and mik and rosé comfort and pamper her when she gets home 🥺

“Goddamit,” Denali muttered, fumbling with her keys to the front door, shaky fingers making it hard to insert the key into the lock. She pushed her hair back and wiped her eyes, and tried again, the lock finally clicking open. The penthouse was bright inside, signaling that someone else was home. Denali sighed with relief, trudging to the kitchen where giggles and the clang of pots and pans could be heard.

The kitchen was lively, the radio playing while Mik sat on the counter, plucking chocolate chips from a bag while Rosé stirred ingredients together in a large glass bowl.

Mik noticed her first, hopping down from the counter and crossing the room with his arms open. She happily buried herself in them, breathing in the scent of his cologne. “How was your day, Nali?”

“Wasn’t that good,” she muttered, a sniffle in her voice.

It was then when another pair of arms wrapped themselves around her, auburn hair tickling her cheek. “Why not, my love?”

She shrugged. “Just one of those days I think. I had a hard time landing some turns and kept falling.”

Rosé nodded. “Is there anything we can do to help? You’re not hurting, are you?”

“No, I’m okay physically,” she said.

Rosé looked at Mik, who nodded slightly both knowing that Denali would never say the words but what she needed was some extra love tonight. “Why don’t we go chill in the bedroom while Rosé finishes up the cookies and then she’ll join us?”

Denali looked at Rosé, the redhead winking at her. “Go ahead, you two, just don’t do anything crazy without me.”

Mik laughed. “Wouldn’t dream of it, gorg!”

She followed him into the bedroom, a slight blush to her cheeks. He turned on the floor lamp across the room, casting the room im a dim orange glow before laying on his side of the bed and beckoning Denali over to him. She curled up in between his legs, her head on his chest while he stroked her hair.

They stayed that way for a while, Denali leaning into being loved on so sweetly before Rosé came back in, a plate of chocolate chip cookies in her hands. She placed them on the nightstand to cool and curled up next to Mik and Denali, taking Denali’s hand in hers and laying her head on Mik’s shoulder.

“Did I miss out on anything good?”

Denali giggled. “Nope, just cuddles.”

Mik gasped, feigning offense. “How dare you say my cuddles aren’t ‘anything good’!”

Leaning into him, Denali kissed his shoulder. “Of course they’re good, I think she was thinking about something else though.”

Rosé winked. “I usually am.”

“You’re disgusting,” Mik laughed, slapping her shoulder lightly.

Denali snorted. “You’re both disgusting.”

“Okay, pillow princess,” Rosé retorted.

“Whatever, as if that wasn’t you before she joined us.”

Giggling, Rosé kissed his cheek. “That’s just because we have the most generous daddy ever ever.”

He rolled his eyes affectionately. “Give me a cookie before I die of hunger.”

Rosé laughed, grabbing the plate so both of them could grab one. “They’re my grandma’s old recipe,” she said proudly as the other two hummed as they took a bite.

Mik smiled softly and wiped a smear of chocolate from Denali’s lips.

She blushed. “Did you know that chocolate is one of the top aphrodisiacs?”

He looked back at her confused, Rosé letting out a chuckle. “It’s a food that makes you horny, stupid.”

“Ohhhh. Oh.”

Rosé brushed a strand of hair from Denali’s forehead. “You want us to make you feel better after a tough day, huh?”

She swallowed, her skin already burning with every touch. “Please.”

#prompt request #gottrosénali #sugar daddy au