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signedmio · 2 months
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After Reading the Proposal and Wedding One shot I think it's called?
Can I please request the same characters(Adam, Lucifer and Vox) react to there kid having there Powers and how GN Reader and Them deal with it in an everyday bases
oh my god my brain has so many ideas i’m doing this right the freak now
also i’m so sorry this isn’t necessarily gn!reader becuz this does talk about pregnancy 😭
Warnings: AFAB!reader, pregnancy talk, ooc Adam?(?), swear words, potential S1 spoilers, Vox being a bit of a shitty dad
Adam, Lucifer, Vox w/ kids who have their powers (+ extra)
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Adam
You and Adam probably wait awhile after your wedding until having kids, he wants to have his party lifestyle a little longer, and cmon, who can blame him?
At first he isn’t so sure, I mean, a small ball of flesh that just cries wasn’t the most entertaining thing to him… But he’ll do it for you
But the moment you tell him your pregnant, something in him clicks.
He’s very invested in the kids before their even born, he’s reading all those cheesy and old baby books constantly, cause honestly, he’s not as prepared as he’d thought he’d be
Simply because I see Adam as both a boy dad and a girl dad let’s say you two have twins 😛
He’s a good dad not gonna lie, but let’s be real, he tried to make at least one of his kids say “feces” as their first word… yeah, you weren’t too happy. 😀
Growing up, he definitely spoiled his girl and roughhoused with his boy, maybe a bit too much…
He was definitely a baseball or softball dad
Considering Adam’s foul language, they definitely grew up at swearing at a young age, but it stayed in the house dw
As the kids grew into their early teens they discovered their shared their dads powers — and bitch was through the roof about it
Adam started training them on how to use their powers to their liking, but also taught them the safety of them. He was actually a pretty good teacher ngl.
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Lucifer
Obviously, from his past marriage with Lilith, he already had his first kid, so he was ready — he was just waiting for you to be as well
So when you were, he was stoked !
He was very aware and attentive during your pregnancy, trying to not make the same mistakes he did the first time around
He’s also very understanding about mood swings and he WILL go out in the middle of the night to get you cravings, he doesn’t have to, but he will
But when you both bring another daughter Morningstar into the world, Charlie is thrilled to have a younger sister!
She definitely babysits a lot, and the child definitely spends a lot of time in the hotel
Luci dedicates certain times of the day when he can not and will not have meetings or projects to be working on so he can dedicate time to both of his daughters.
He loves asking your daughter how her day was, and how schools going, but he also asks how her friends are to stress that grades aren’t the only thing that matter
As your daughter grows, she starts to develop Lucifer’s powers, only a small fraction — considering how powerful he is, but he’s stoked that not one, but now both of his daughters have his powers!
He’s been through training them before with Charlie, so he’s pretty skilled on how to do it now, but he tends to stress to your daughter the usage of the powers and the rights and wrongs are far more important than the strength you have
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Vox
Vox was in no rush to have kids due to the current workload for VoxTech, but if you wanted them, all you had to do was ask
Vox, like Adam, couldn’t really wrap his head (or screen ig??) around the concept of a child until they were in his arms.
Vox wasn’t really sure how to handle a newborn, older kids were different, but this..? Maybe this wasn’t right for him…
It broke his heart every time he heard his son sob as a new born, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure what to do.
It’d be late at night and Vox would get out of your shared bed to go make sure the baby would stop crying before you’d wake.
He’d try everything, singing, rocking, bottle, changing the diaper, toys, everything. And it wouldn’t stop.
It’s not until you stir in your sleep and hear everything, you go to your son’s crib and simply hold him and he stops crying immediately, you set your son down and go back to sleep. Vox is literally amazed.
As your son ages into the ages of 6 and up is when it starts to get easier for Vox, by the time Vox can even slightly have a conversation with the kid it gets easier, the communication is a lot more clear
He doesn’t have a lot of time to play with his son due to VoxTech, so usually Vox will keep his son in his lap as he works in his office, he’ll even ask his son business questions! Even when he only gets gibberish back, he’ll take it. Hey, don’t judge him, client feedback is important.
As his son ages into his teen years, Vox starts turning a bit strict, he needs his son to be the coolest fucking kid in school, so Velvette tailors him a shit ton of clothes and Vox makes sure his son always has the newest gadget. Vox also is strict about keeping grades up, he wouldn’t ever take anything away for a bad grade, but your son may get a bit of lecture..
All of this is building up to something though, Vox really wants your son to take over VoxTech in his adult years, so he wants to make sure his son is prepared and experienced in the new world he’d enter, if he doesn’t want, Vox gets it, he may be a bit pushy though, but Vox has been in that place so he won’t push too hard.
At around the age of 15, your son developed Vox’s hypnosis powers.
Vox teaches your son how to use this to his advantage, like for example, VoxTech, but he also stressed there’s a time and place, and to not use it on someone you truly care about. Strategy is everything.
Is Vox the perfect parent? No. But no one is. But he genuinely has so much love for his son, and tbh he wants more kids…
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co11ywobbles · 3 months
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The Royal Mishap And The Invitation
CLOSED STARTER
For: @novaxanomaly
Summary: There is an attack on the Kingdom and the best idea The Royal Council gets is to have a Masquerade Ball with triple the amount of guards just to figure out who lead the assault.
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The Queen rubbed her temples and muttered quietly to herself as the room filled with panicked arguments. It seemed like the only thing The Council knew how to do was panic without thinking. She was so stressed out about everything she had just heard.
The Kingdom was attacked the night before, killing the Baker's wife and many more. The intruders were unrecognizable, masks hiding their faces. They had tried to enter the palace but were scared away by the guards. Thanks to the guards, nothing important was stolen. No one knew why the attack happened or who it could possibly be and it sent everyone in the Kingdom into panic.
"Enough!" Oisin slammed her hands on the long table as she rose from her seat. "Everyone just calm down!"
The room fell silent. Her mother, a Queen of another Kingdom, seemed quite proud of her daughter. If you told her a few years ago that her eldest daughter wanted to break off and start her own Kingdom, she wouldn't believe you. Oisin was such a shy and vulnerable girl growing up, always following instead of leading. Then, one day she became the brave and strong leader she is now. Lucette was so proud of her.
Oisin took a deep breath and sat back down. "Markus's daughter has joined us in his place, he's not doing so well. Treat her with respect or else I might lose it." She glared at everyone at the table.
The Prince gave a squeeze to the Baker's daughter's hand under the table, trying to keep her calm. He knew she was having a hard time with everything and he couldn't blame her. He couldn't imagine losing any of his parents.
"Your majesties, if I may.. My father would like to apologize for not being able to come." Mira spoke to both the King and Queen nervously, grip tightening on Jett's hand. It always surprised the Prince how strong such a tiny girl could be. He was only there to keep both his mother and partner best friend calm, and to make sure nothing bad happened. Everyone knew about how close they were, they grew up together. What they didn't know was about how the Prince and Baker's daughter had a secret relationship no one knew about. All they knew was they obviously had a thing for each other they both seemed to ignore.
Oisin gave the nymph a warm smile, softening her voice. "It's quite alright. It's important for him to get some rest, I'm sure he couldn't sleep after the incident. And thank you so much for joining us. You're helping so much by coming and listening so you can report back to your father. It's very thoughtful of her, isn't it, dear?" She turned her head to the King, trying her best to give the girl as much reassurance as possible.
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tarjapearce · 8 months
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As My Own
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Miguel O'Hara x Daughter'sRoomate!femreader .
Don't think I have forgotten about the requests 👀.
WARNING: Fluff. A tiny squeeze of angst, Rotting tooth fluff, daily snippets of life, anxious dad.
Summary: Gabi wants a mom. And who is Miguel to deny such wish?
Requested Here. Hope you like ❤️ Feedback is highly appreciated.
Sighing for the third time in a row, Miguel looked fondly at the pictures of his daughter through the years, until she grew out to be a lovely young lady, whose talents in soccer had earned her a scholarship in college.
Despite being terrified of the idea of Gabriela spreading her wings and soar into life itself, he knew the moment would come sooner or later, more like, right now. He was unpacking some boxes into the apartment Gabi would be staying, and if he was honest, the idea of her sharing a room with someone else didn't appeal that much on his trust issues.
If it wasn't for the house renovations needed to be done ASAP, he'd make sure to get Gabi a place for her own.
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Emancipation had taken a toll on him and his mind, The once girly and colorful room filled with drawings, trophies and medals with a soccer player motifs, soccer star posters, some consoles and games, was now an empty space full of memories.
When Gabi gave him the news of her moving out completely, made his heart to shrink and break, but he knew that he had to let her go. Gabriela was 19 at the time, doing good at college, had found herself a half time job and a new roommate. The last one seemed the most preoccupying thing on the list. Was it a man? Did she eat well? Did she get along with them? Probably had gotten her a couple of fights, were they older? Was his Solecito safe?
It had been three years since she left home and pursue her superior studies and a professional soccer player career.
His mind was racing with the infinite questions and his stress gnawed at his chest, his phone buzzing interrupted his accelerating thoughts. He opened the message log and sighed in relief to see Gabriela's name on the screen.
He tapped at the message and his heart nearly melted at seeing Gabi with a goofy expression on her face, her hands making a V sign as she hovered over a small table set for two.
"Dinner time with Roomie~"
The caption read. The food looked delicious and esthetically pleasing at the eye. Nearly Michelin star awarded restaurant quality.
(Name) 's food is amazing! . Btw Im free next week, so come over, I miss you Papa.
Gabi had texted him some couple of hours later. (Name) ; at least he now knew that Gabi shared space with a woman. He didn't trust college guys at all. At least, he could sleep a bit better now. However, something had caught his attention, despite Gabi's competitive traits, she rarely loosened herself around others. And the picture only proved him right.
Gabi was unabashedly goofy and silly on the picture, with a genuine smile on her face. Whoever you were, he was grateful for making his most precious treasure comfortable and safe.
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The first time you met Gabi was quite the experience, you had just returned from work to find a lot of boxes loitering the entrance and part of the living room. Books, some baskets with soccer balls and equipment, Somw clothes and more books.
The burning smell immediately alerted you as smoke begun filling in the room. Rushing you opened the window and started to dissipate the smoke away with a towel.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" The young and tall woman panicked as she came out of the bathroom, body wrapped in a towel, just like her hair. Skin still sudsy with soap.
The chaos was tamed, leaving one of your favorite collectible pots, charred and useless.
"I'm really really sorry! I'll get you a new one."
"Don't you worry. Just... be careful. Don't leave the stove on when you are away. You could've burn the place down"
Gabi nodded sheepishly and looked down, when she noticed your chef uniform, the logo of a prestigious place she could only dream to afford in a couple of months and a place where he wanted to take her Papa as a surprise, standing out in your chest.
"Im (Name), the other tenant. Nice to meet you." Your voice was firm, yet kind. The kind of kindness that could insult anyone and still sound charming.
"Gabriela O'Hara. Sorry for your pot. I'll get you a new one"
"Ah stop it. It was just a family relic passed on generation to generation that now will end up in the trash."
You couldn't help but laugh at her panicking and guilty reaction.
"I'm just messing with you, sweetie. I got Ceci on a promo back at the supermarket. Don't worry. It's just a pot. We throw at least one daily at the restaurant. What were you trying to make anyways?"
Gabi didn't know if to be shocked or be laughing at your attitude. She settled for confused.
"Cause it smelled like cheap Mac and Cheese"
Her cheeks flushed and you just chuckled knowingly.
"Freshman?" Gabi nodded and you smiled almost endearingly at her.
"Such a cutie! I remember my first semester at college. Such a mess, terrible food and a terrible roommate"
"You're graduated?"
"A long time ago, yeah, Culinary school is something else. Don't get in there if you like having perfect skin."You chuckled and rolled up your sleeve, showing a few shares of scars and burn marks.
"Anyways, let's have a couple of rules okay? If you follow them, who knows? it can take us places." You grinned.
"No boys after 10 pm on weekends, and if you do, keep it low. Thin walls. Same applies to me, but don't worry about it. Im way too tired to actually do something about bringing my libido back."
Jeesh
Gabi's cheek flushed as her stomach fluttered anxiously.
"You can use my tools for cooking with the only condition to leave them clean and back at their place. Got it?"
She nodded at every reasonable rule you gave her. You had warned her that sometimes you'd be out of town due work, and that left her on charge of the place. It was brought to her attention that despite the place being small, it was conditioned enough to make it almost fancy looking. The kitchen specially.
Of course things just grew from there. At first Gabi was shocked to find you were a couple of years younger than her Papa. And that you had been single for quite a time now. Couple of years to be exact.
But that mattered little as her growing fondness for you was borderline adorable. You had helped her through some really bad times, like getting her a part time job at your workplace after being fired from the college coffee shop, something she never had the guts to tell Miguel.
Then you of course helping her out in her cooking skills, to at least stop eating plain ramen and packaged food bags.
"You're an athlete, you must feed like one."
"But I can't... afford it-"
"Uh uh. Shh." You shook your head and taught her to buy the right sort of meals even under a tight budget. Sometimes she would even find meals prepped for her whenever she had run short on money.
You were there when she got her first college date, and also were there when the young man turned out to be a fuckboy and a prick. Wiping her tears and feeding her a freshly made creme brule. A favorite of hers. You had also Dropped her and picked her up in her soccer practices whenever time allowed you so. She seeked guidance in you
She was there for you when depression was making it's way into your head, she was also there when she helped you to recover from a hang over after another failed date, and nursed you through your terrible period cramps. Even though sometimes harmony seemed disrupted by external causes, such as stress, work and feeling particularly wistful and blue, you'd always find comfort in eachother.
You were amazed by the fact that you realized that she was like the little girl you always dreamed to have.
"How come you don't have children?" Gabi had asked carefully. Despite the trust you hsd built over the years, there was some things you still couldn't bring yourself to discuss so openly, until now.
"I..."
"Sorry if I'm overstepping"
"Nah. I think it's time I actually come clean about some stuffs."
"Are you sure?" You nodded and sighed
"I can't have them"
Surprise drawed into Gabi's eyes as she stared at you.
"Infertility?"
"Yup. But... It's fine. I've come to terms with it, so..."
You trailed and she swallowed as her hand was placed above yours.
"For all it's worth? I'm sure you could have been an amazing mother."
Could have been
" To me, you... you are."
Gabi mumbled as tears swelled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. You stared at her, heart leaping in your chest
"Like... You are like the mother I never had... My Papa is amazing, but sometimes I actually yearn for a different kind of love." She hiccuped and you frowned, holding her closer.
"Like a mom. I want... I want to go shopping and talking about boys and how stupid they are. I want... to be cheered on by someone else at my games and not only my Papa."
Your heart felt breaking bit by bit as Gabi broke before you
"Don't get me wrong, I love Papa to death but... It's hard, y'know?"
"Ah, cariño." An endearment term you had learn from her, "You are such an amazing kid. Im sure that whoever comes into your life to take that spot needs to be amazing, because you're such a special young woman. Look at you, bright future ahead, smart, so so pretty and brave"
But Gabriela didn't want a stranger as her mother figure. She wanted you.
Gabi hid her face on your chest as you held her close, consoling her as much as you could. She remained there until she looked up at you with a suspicious glare
"Maybe I can introduce you to my dad" Your cheeks flushed bright red and she gasped, a bright bulb of an idea popping in her mind, sadness remnants vanishing from her body almost instantly
"No, Gabi, cariño-"
"You can meet him this weekend!"
"That's too soon, I am not prepared! Plus I have work remember?"
"He's staying all weekend, don't worry."
You had seen her adoring Papa through pictures she had showed you. The man was attractive, and looked certainly way too out of your league but of course you never told Gabi about it. You just shrugged it off with a 'Oh, cute'. But now that her plan was on set, you couldn't say no to her.
"Besides, I think it's time for you to actually meet guys. And this time no excuses like Im busy or stuff like that."
"Okay, okay. But if things don't work out-"
"I know, I'll drop it." Gabi rolled her eyes.
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Even though the recipe for a certain disaster was cooking, you tried to be optimistic about it. A bit of positive thinking wouldn't hurt you from time to time. However, your shift turned out a bit trickier than usual, since the restaurant had been reserved for a main event for important people.
In the little chance you had, you sent Gabi a little video of how crowded it was, and apologizing cause you didn't know if you were making a double shift and wouldn't be able to meet Papa.
Gabi just sent you a picture of the both with a "Miss you! Dad just came"
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3 am. 3 am and you were finally done, no more stuck up clients pretending to love raw fish and meats, people that were just actually there for the food pictures and to be able to brag about they were there. Your feet ached, and so was your headache. The good thing was that the company allowed you to take some food home.
Keys tinkered as you grabbed them to finally turn them in the keyhole and entering home and closed the door, angry and heavy steps alerted you as the hulking figure of a man stood in the dark, as the dim lit red iris flashed at you. You had to crane your head up to meet his deep eyes.
Now you wondered where Gabi had came out so tall.
"H-Hello..." You gulped and he sighed, hard expression melting slowly.
"Sorry for... the late hour."
"No, no. Discúlpeme I mean, forgive me. Though someone had broke in, until I heard the keys a bit too late. I'm Miguel. O'Hara." He offered you his large hand that easily engulfed yours.
"Oh, so you're... Papa" you shook it gently. He was warm, and chuckled. "Im (Name). Gabi never stops talking about you." You gave him an amiable smile and put your containers on the dining table.
"Nice to meet you" you began unpacking, aligning the recipients carefully on the table.
"How's... Gabriela doing?" His deep voice snapped your focus for a moment and your eyes darted to his form. Sweatpants in grey, a white fitting shirt that snugged his form a bit too nicely for a short stare. Hair slicked back, pouty lips, thick brows and his deep... red eyes? He certainly was even more handsome in the flesh than in the pictures.
"Oh, she's amazing. Her practice in soccer has improved even more. She has a final next week."
His brow arched at how much information you knew about her.
"I apologize, she fell asleep in your room, despite me telling her that the couch would be-"
"Ah don't worry about it. My bed is big enough for two, and she isn't a kicker in her sleep. So make sure to rest properly. Oh! And welcome for the weekend. Would you like something to eat?"
Miguel shook his head and softly smiled at you. You were pretty. So so pretty that his mind was almost in shortcut when you were removing your chef robe, in the kitchen exposing a bit more of skin. Your left arm was adorned with little burn marks and cuts, you poured yourself a glass of wine when you felt his eyes on you.
"Want some?" You offered the wine and he nodded, a bit reluctant at first.
"Has Gabi acted out of place while I'm gone?" You giggled as you poured him some wine.
"If by out of place means sleeping one hour later than she is used to, yeah. She has." Your hands gave him the cup and he leaned on the table. Gabi groggily came out your room, lured away by the delicious smell of food.
"Hey" She mumbled and hugged Miguel and then hugged you, and remained with her arms around your waist. You kissed her forehead and she smiled.
Miguel entered in spectator mode.
"Hey, cupcake. Want some food?"
"Can I have it tomorrow?"
"Got you a Creme Brule." She grunted happily.
Gabi smiled and went through the bags, popping a chocolate coated strawberry on her mouth.
"Still, I'm too tired to actually eat. Got Papa and I some takeout."
"Takeout?! The good sort of thing I hope" Gabriela groaned as she made her way back to your room.
"Don't steal the fluffy sheets!"
"Yes, mom. Take a bath first, you smell like garlic." she mumbled and went to bed.
Your whole face was as red as a strawberry not because your smell, but for how she had called you, you gulped down the wine and sighed. Miguel stared at you and his chest couldn't help but constrict a little more.
" I apologize for that, Gabriela is..."
"Quite receptive to smells? Yeah."
"And she called you mom." He was more surprised about it than anything else.
"Ah hehe. Yeah, she had been calling me accidentally that a bit more often."
"Does it makes you feel uncomfortable?" He sipped his wine
"Not really. I find it cute. She eh... talked to me about growing up and how things had been for her."
"I must thank you. You have fed her, taken care of her and now even protect her."
"She's a great kid." You nodded proudly. "Couldn't find a better roomie, and a friend. You did a good job raising her, Papa."
Miguel cleared his throat and gave you a small smile.
"I hope she hasn't-"
"Relax, she's been nothing but a good kid all these years. You gotta trust her a bit more."
"It's the people around her that I don't trust"
"Ouch..."
"I mean, not that I dont... just... carajo." you giggled at his cursing as his brows knitted together
"I mean, my daughter trusts you enough to sleep in your bed, call you mom even, so... would be kinda dumb to say that you're a bad person... And I'm not making any sense right?"
You gave him a bashful smile and it was your turn to clear your throat.
"She's been busy at playing cupid. She thinks she is subtle..." You bit your lip and poured yourself a bit more of wine as Miguel rubbed his face, tiredly.
"What about, today at 7 pm?"
"At 7pm what?" He coked an eyebrow to you and Gabriela poked her head out of your room, sighing with exasperation.
"Por Dios pa, Te está invitando a salir!" (My god, Papa, she's asking you out.)
You just laughed and put the food in the fridge
"If you're up for it, that is. It's fine if you don't-"
"Make it at 8. Traffic has lowered by that hour."
"Alright." You smiled and took your chef coat with you.
"Sleep well, Papa."
He downed the remnants of his wine and smiled to himself. He had a date.
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And a second, and a third and a fourth and a fifth. You were such an enjoyable being to hang around. You shared little silly texts, learnt a bit more spanish thanks to him to slowly bring down your language barrier. Even though you understood some words here and there, you wanted to understand so you could also feel part of the secret and long conversations the two O'Haras shared when it came to you.
Miguel was the first in making a move and kissed you around the fourth date. Nervous as you were, you finally felt good enough to just allow yourself to indulge in his company and what he had to offer. Great company, laughs, delicious make out sessions you didn't thought possible at your age.
Gabi had found you both eating each other's mouth in the livingroom
"Get a room!" She'd yell as she locked herself, headphones up her ears, but a beam in her face. Her chest swelled in joy knowing her cupid stunt had paid off.
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"You sure about that?"
"Yeah, pa. Like... She's the best. She's so sweet and... makes me happy cause you are happy."
"You'd be the only child, you're aware of that right?"
Gabi nodded upon remembering your words and your condition.
"Having a little sibling at this point would be awkward anyways."
"That doesn't mean I can't try-"
"Oh my god stop..." Gabi shook her head and Miguel smirked
"Payback for not telling me you were fired." She grunted as Miguel held her tightly.
"I think it's time to try something new."
"You'll ask her to marry you?!" Gabi gasped excited with a beam on her face
"Relax, Solecito. We're still knowing each other. And we wanna make sure that things work out before thinking in something so important as that."
"If you let her go, I promise that I won't talk to you again."
"Ouch."
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Bit by bit you had small milestones in your relationship with Miguel, you visiting his home back at New York, you staying a weekend in said home, you being introduced to his friends, sharing carneada with his friends, and of course, being found by Gabriela about to have sex, none of you mentioned it during dinner.
To make things even more convenient and better, your restaurant had opened a second branch in New York. Gabi was about to graduate college and of course, you both were saddened that soon you'll part ways. The both were too enraptured enjoying your mother-daughter relationship you had created that forgot about the future.
It didn't help to her sadness when you told her about you and other crew members of your work were selected for a three months workshop in France.
Despite your own sadness, both O'Haras cheered you to go.
"Three months is gonna be torture without you, but time goes so fast. You'll be back sooner than we expect it." Gabi had spoken. And of course, after her graduation, and a kiss goodbye, you flew to France.
Communication wasn't an issue since you talked every day. And still, the gnawing feeling of not being with them made you wish time to fly. You spoke every night with Miguel, telling him how much you have missed him. Even though work had kept you both busy enough, you'd always find a way to talk or text.
And when you came back? It felt like floating in a dream.
"Mom!" Gabriela rushed to you and crushed you in her arms, sniffling and holding you tightly.
"I missed you soo much, cariño." You kissed her forehead, Miguel joined a bit later with a rose bouquet on hand. He pulled you in for a deep kiss.
"Missed you, preciosa".
What sealed the deal for him was seeing you sharing a moment with Gabi. You were brushing her hair as you caught up eith the things you learned in France and how excited you were for them both to taste them.
He asked you to move in with them. And god he loved the feeling of you being around. Gabi was happy, he was happy and you were as well.
Everything about you had captured his heart. Your personality, your way to carry on things, the subtle ways you guided Gabriela without imposing in her autonomy, How much love you seemed to have for them, the delicious feeling of your skin against his on bed.
He proposed a year after. He wouldn't let you go, no no. You were too perfect for him, and a perfect Mom for Gabriela.
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chaiiskindagross · 9 months
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PLEASE, Toji got the whole fuckin' BAKERY back there, I gotta play it like bongos.
Imagine if you will...
69ing with Toji. He's eating us out lke a man starved. We're determined to make him shoot down our throat. So we reach out & start massaging his fat fuckin' ass, treating them like stress balls 🤤🤤🤤
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you… you———- i need an inhaler.
if ya couldn’t tell, this is strictly nsfw so mdni.
Toji insisted that you sit on his face and ride his tongue like a mechanical bull. He had the tendency to devour you until his jaw hurt and being the stubborn man he was, that was something he rarely admitted.
This time was no different aside from the fact that your mouth was busy as well, his girthy cock currently occupying your mouth and muffling your gasps and moans.
The two of you were laying atop your shared bed, working each other closer and closer to the edge with just your mouths. It was no true surprise when Toji had lead you to cumming first, creaming right on his fat tongue as as he gripped onto your hips to keep you from potentially running away.
He wasn’t the only stubborn one, you wanted nothing more than to swallow him hole, in body and soul. There’s no telling what comes over you but you suddenly press your palms against his muscled thighs that were nearly bigger than your head and slid them down the sides, suddenly reaching between to grab onto the flesh of his ass, giving each cheek a firm squeeze.
“Shit, the hell are you doin’?”
He questions your motives, only to have you push your ass back against his face, pushing your cunt back into his face in an attempt to silence him. Reluctantly, he flattens his tongue back against your folds and swipes it upwards, only to shudder when you start to fondle his ass like a couple o’ water balloons. He’s not sure how to feel about what you’re doing. It doesn’t feel particularly bad or good for the moment, however, he could feel his cock throb just a little more.
You’d felt it as well, running your tongue over one of the prominent veins that ran down his shaft to his balls. The sudden attention to it had his lower body flexing, including his ass that seemed to clench in surprise.
Hold on hold on, what the fuck were you doing now?
Hollowing your cheeks, bobbing your head harshly and fast, all while simultaneously massaging his ass had the poor brunet confused and even more aroused than before, groaning into your pussy as his licks grew lazy yet still hungered.
Just a few more minutes of this ‘experiment’ and you can hear him cursing into your sloppy pussy.
“Fuck. ‘m close— SHIT!”
The sudden jolt of his hips forces his tip to slam against the back of your throat, thick globs of his release shooting down your throat. Although you gag from the surprise movement, you readily accept his seed and suck a bit rougher, almost as if you were trying to completely milk him dry every drop of essence. Toji gasps in surprise, followed by a slutty lil’ whiney moan, his legs spreading as some kind of defense mechanism against your hungered mouth. The sound was ridiculous. At least that’s what HE thought, you felt that it was music to your ears and you wanted to hear more from the prideful man.
In an attempt to quiet himself down, he buries his face back into your lap and shoves his tongue back into your wet cavern, licking away at your insides in an attempt to get back at you for making him sound so pathetic.
He gets his payback and you get folded like a omelette at iHop, two-for-one special. 🫶🏾
notes: thank ya for sending in this delicious ask, anonnie! you have no idea how hard i bit my fist after readin’ your ask. gods his ass is so fat and jiggly i wanna BITE it aUgh… and now, i kinda wanna write about toji gettin’ pegged, good gods, there is not enough submissive toji smut and i am so upset i need to write some for him, ass grabbin’ is so underrated
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Valentine — wanderer x gn reader
erhmm, kaveh gets taped to the ceiling, obvious courting/pining, reader's a fucking simp, wanderer's a small bitch/affectionate
guy came up to me and became my valentine, now i gotta reject him because i dont see him like that 😭 but happy valentines day!!
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Valentine’s Day was literally today and you were stressing about what to get your lovely partner! Well, not really. If anything, you’re freaking out on how to confess your feelings for them and *then* ask him out. Crazy, and very last minute, you know, but hear yourself out!
You’ve been pinning and courting him for a while. It’s painfully obvious that you liked him, or at least you think.
Wanderer had no revelation. Sometimes he thought that the flowers and large amounts of flowers, snacks and drinks you left on his desk or mail was part of a big prank. Not even his new friend group (“Aggravate”, as Cyno called them) could tell him differently.
They were walking down the halls, ignoring most people who gawked and eyed them. It wasn’t rare for people to look at the five beauties but it was fairly worse since it’s a holiday.
”You excited?” Tighnari, one of the only people who have a brain in this dumb school, mentions.
"For what?” He pauses his walk.
“Oh! For his little secret admirer to come up and confess!” Kaveh squeals. Alhaitham, who stood behind him only snorted but stayed quiet. Tighnari looked to the side but nevertheless agreed with him, “Something like that. I was going to say chocolates or a present but that works.”
Cyno interjects, “Maybe a letter? Something simple to not attract too much attention to you, I would guess.”
”Oh please, I doubt that prankster has the balls to come up to my face and say something, let alone a fake confession.” Wanderer says, not only denying the idea but shooting down Kaveh’s suggestion as well.
"Booo! Where’s your passion for love? I don’t understand how people like you, babes.” Alhaitham pats Kaveh’s back but we all know he thinks it too.The puppet snorts but doesn’t refute anything else. He continues to walk, leaving the four behind while they head to their classes.
Wanderer was interrupted many times by others trying to give him gifts, making him late several times. He grew tired of the holiday and just wanted to go home. Maybe Tighnari can give him something to ease his mind when it's time for study hall.
But they never show up. Wow, ‘real friends’ my ass.
When he goes to his next class, down a small hall in the Vahumana category, Wanderer only sees the empty class. There was no way he was late or early or even in the wrong classroom.
His wary behavior didn’t cease when he noticed a singular note on a desk, his desk. Wanderer didn’t hesitate to pick it up, his smooth hands running over the frail paper before unfolding it from its fold.
Dear Wanderer, it read.
You’re probably reading this with caution or at least looking behind your back right now but I can assure you, nothing bad’s gonna happen as you read this! (I don’t know if that sounded ominious ominous or not so, sorry :( )
I’m the one who keeps buying you flowers and those snacks if you didn’t know by now! I actually have something to tell you and I really hope you come to the library or else I’ll kind of look like a loser lol— Your secret admirer
ps: I’m a little offended you think this whole thing is a prank, Wanderer :(
Damn. He closed the piece of paper and ran his hands through it again. ‘Yeah, right. Like someone would actually love me enough to do this’, he thinks.
Wanderer shoves the note into his short’s pocket and sits down in his seat. There are small trinkets and sour candies in the desk with another note, “Just in case you get hungry :)”. …He sighs. He takes one of the candies in his hand and starts unwrapping the wrapper. ”You guys can come out now. I finished reading the letter.”
There was a small hint of silence before anyone spoke.
"Oh thank the gods, I thought you were gonna leave us here.” Kaveh groans. Both Tighnari and Cyno reveal themselves from hiding in a closet and Alhatiham just turns around in the professor's chair.
”Kaveh?! How’d you get up there?” Tighnari leaves the closet, passing by Wanderer to get under Kaveh, who was duct-taped to the ceiling. He looked sick and frail and like he was about to throw up.”I asked Alhaitham to help me like three hours ago but he never got me down! I missed a bunch of classes..” He whines. Tighnari gives Haitham a glare but the grey-haired male ignores it.
”I’ll help you down, okay?” Tighnari comforts Kaveh and stretches his hand out towards the closet. “Cyno, give me my bow.”
”Alright.” Cyno starts reaching into the closet while the four of them could hear Kaveh pleading, “Wait! No! I can get down myse—!”
Wanderer’s ears ring at the loud sound of Kaveh crashing onto the floor. Joking, of course. He used his anemo powers to safely get the blond down.
"You four are such a hassle.” He groans.
"Well?”
“‘Well’ what?”
”Are you gonna go?”
”Go where?”
”The library, for god's sake!”
Cyno nods along. “[Name] is waiting for you there.”Wanderer groans again while everyone else looks at Cyno like he just admitted to a murder. They whisper as the puppet crosses his arms in his seat. “I’m not going to a dumbass library to just meet [Na]—…[Name]?”
"Oh wow, Cyno spilled. Expected it to be Kaveh.” Alhaitham retorts. Wanderer could only hear a small ‘hey!’ from the thoughts running through his head.
Believe it or not but you were the second place bachelor in the Akademiya. Most girls and guys would be pursuing you right now but you were just in the library? And you liked him? Yeah, right, he’ll have to see it with his own eyes.
”Fine, come on. Let’s go.” He stood up from his seat and began to walk out the classroom, leaving the four boys again.
”Should we go after him?” Kaveh asked.
"You just fell off of a ceiling, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go…”He whines again but wipes his butt from any dirt from the floor. “Okay…”
”I’ll stay with you.”
”Alhaitham, what?”
”You heard me.”
Both Tighnari and Cyno left to chase after Wanderer, the quick fellow already somehow causing a commotion in the halls. You were sitting in the library when Wanderer ran in. You expected him to come, not because you thought of him as a hopeless romantic but because you knew he’d want to see such a wanted figure as yourself actually liking someone.
”Good afternoon, Wanderer.” He heard.
You were carrying a Sumeru rose in your hands, fiddling and admiring the petals and thorns. He just stood in front of you, not believing it wasn’t a prank.
”’Good afternoon’ my ass. What do you want?”
You frown. “Did you not read the letter I left for you?”
He crosses his arms and scoffs. He had an obvious face of disdain, still not believing you. “Why yes of course I did. And just so you know,” he took a small step closer. “I still think this is a dumb joke.”
That statement couldn’t help but make you laugh. “Really? Aren’t a lot of people pursuing you? What about me courting you for, like, 3 months?”He falls silent. You weren’t known for your jokes, most people (excluding Cyno) thought you were unfunny. You also weren’t a liar—everyone calls you honest and trustworthy that even Wanderer can only imagine how many promises you’ve completed.
”Look. I’m really not joking…” You stand up from your chair at the library, taking small steps towards the short male. You extend your hand, showing him the rose you had been admiring for so long.
“I like you.”
Ha… Haha.. He starts laughing. Wanderer found you absolutely stupid. No one, ever, would actually admit to liking him—let alone on a holiday all about love. You had to be an idiot to even think about him romantically.
The puppet stops laughing after noticing you hadn’t gone away or laughed with him. He raised an eyebrow and looked at your frown. “Seriously? You’re an idiot.” His rude remark did nothing to hide the small smile on his face. It was amusing, such a silly thing actually. Who knew you would be such a dumbass for love? Now he doesn't feel even a single drop of guilt for eating all those snacks.
That look on your face says it all. You're in love with him. Pathetic, honestly. But Wanderer'll give you (and himself) a chance at this little game called life. He finds this little situation funny now that he knows it's not some sort of sick joke.
”Fine, I’ll give you a chance.” He takes the rose in his hands, twirling it with his fingers. He looked up at your excited smile. Humans are so easy to please, he thinks but it doesn't stop the small smile crawling on his own face.
”Just don’t bore me.”
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─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️
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{༻~How do I escape this now~༺}
CW: Angst to fluff, Gn! Reader whos comfort language is physical, reader is mentioned to have anxiety and depression! Very slight mention of a panick attack in Tighnaris.
A/n: This is completely self indulgent, it's been so long since I've written anything and posted it so this is a little short. Just a little comfort for a mentally struggling reader, in case anyone else has been feeling this way too. You're not alone okay and I hope you feel better soon, you're amazing and no one should say otherwise. If you ever need someone to listen, I'm here. <3
(Includes: Lyney, and Tighnari)
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𑁍༄Lyney:
You pulled yourself into a tighter ball, making it harder to breath even though it was already a struggle...you could feel the area under you head, wet with tears that clung to your face...what was happening. When had things started to hurt so bad...when had your mind started to think the way it did now, you shut your eyes tighter, wishing you just didn't exist...that everything you'd ever said could just be forgotten, there would be no stress anymore and no more hiding under the blankets so no one would see you upset.
"My love..."
You audibly sucked in a breath, like being silent would make him think you weren't there...you didnt want him to see you like this...you didnt want him to worry...to feel like he had to help you even though he had other things to do. "I'm okay, just taking a nap Lyney. Super tired..." You tried, but the rasp in your voice and the sad tone in your words instantly gave you away.
You heard him sigh and listened as his footsteps grew closer...until suddenly you felt his weight all around you. He'd hugged you along with the blanket and just, held you like that. Never forcing you to talk or show your puffy eyes and sniffly nose. Never forcing you out of the room or to try harder to be happier, just held you comfortingly until you moved. It helped...infact it didn't take long for you to calm down after that, tell him how you were feeling and let him help you...let him tell you you're beautiful and that he loves you. Let him listen to everything because he simply wanted to...let him in and never have to face everything alone again.
𑁍༄Tighnari:
How long had you been in his arms...minutes? Hours? Days? You had no idea...you'd lost track in seconds, but honestly...it didn't matter anyway. You just needed a little more, just needed to hear the soft hum in his voice a little longer...just needed to feel the gentle circles he rubbed into your back a little longer...was that selfish...were you annoying him...should you put on that tough face you always wore and say you felt better...even when you didn't?
"I...I'm feeling better Tighnari, I'll-"
"Mhmm, you know I can hear your heart rate speed up when you're lying right? You don't have to lie lovely...I'm not going anywhere...and there's no where I'd rather be then with you, helping you feel better...calm down after the hundreds of near panick attacks you almost had today. The only thing I want is to see you happy and I mean really happy, not pretend happy..." He pulled away from you slightly so he could place a light kiss on your puffy cheek...
It was hard, to accept his words...to think he truly wanted to be there with you even when you were at your worst, but even as you once again rested your head on him and let your emotions all out...he didn't dare move. He wouldn't, not until you truly felt like you could face the world again...and it only reinstilled that faith that he'd never leave you to handle everything all alone. You'd always have him. No matter what.
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ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Love you all~*⁠.⁠✧
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Hiii I hope your doing ok! 🫶🏼 Feel free to ignore this if it’s not your cup of tea. But your fic of Alejandro and Valeria was so good 😩 I need more of them 🙏🏼
What if Valeria brought weed so her and Alejandro start to smoke it. The reader is a little hesitant but with some convincing from them, she takes a few hits and then they all are stoned. Maybe something Smutty too if your up for that? :)
Get Me Out of My Mind
Valeria Garza x fem!reader x Alejandro Vargas
Note: I love this idea sm!! Sorry for any inaccuracies, I don’t smoke so it’s all just research lol.
Summary: Y/n had a particularly hard time balancing her military duties and her free time, Valeria and Alejandro answer her prayers for a much needed stress reliever.
Warnings: smut, use of marijuana (I don’t condone smoking if you are actually in the military, you can get dishonorably discharged so don’t do it!!), they have sex while they’re all high but it’s explicitly consented to while they’re all sober, nothing else
Word Count: 3486
Lieutenant Vargas and Lieutenant Garza did not always get along, in fact, the two had a long standing rivalry. That much had only changed because of two factors. The first was their shared love of one of the new corporal’s on base, Corporal l/n. It took a lot of arguing but once they realized their mutual goals, they caught the affections of the girl and realized a few things they had in common along the way, one such thing being the second reason, and their favorite way to unwind: smoking weed.
Now, whenever they got the free time, they found themselves sharing a joint or passing around a bong in either of their respective apartments off base. This was one of the only activities that they shared without y/n.
That is until the day they got the brilliant idea to share this tradition with her.
It started as normal as possible, Valeria and Alejandro were in Alejandro’s apartment grinding their weed so that they could roll and enjoy themselves a joint. It was their typical Saturday night, that is until a knock so quiet they questioned if they had heard anything at all sounded at their door. Their heads shot up at the noise, neither expecting anyone to come over while they were smack dab in the middle of their activities. Alejandro, realizing it was his apartment so he had to deal with it, cautiously answered the door.
There, at the doorstep, was y/n, still dressed in all of her gear, sunken shoulders looking like they could barely hold the weight she carried. Her eyes seemed darker than the last time they had seen her, likely due to the dark circles that resided under them, which made her exhaustion evident.
“Can I come in?” She asked, as if it was even a question.
“Of course, mi vida.” Alejandro replied, a million questions on the tip of his tongue, all falling short.
She stomped in, combat boots heavy on her tired feet. The second she found a blank wall, she slid down, taking her helmet off with jerking movements and tossing it gently to her side. Her boots came next as she sloppily untied the laces, fingers getting caught and tangled in them, she grew increasingly frustrated. The texture of the laces wasn’t quite right against her finger tips, yet neither was the polyester of her uniform which rubbed up against her skin in all of the wrong places. She honestly just wanted to rip all of her clothes off and curl up in a ball, that much could easily be read by the twitching of her nose and eyebrows.
Valeria kept her eyes glued to the girl from her seat on the couch, “did something happen?”
Y/n hummed, acknowledging that Valeria had said something despite being too overwhelmed to respond. Finally, her shoes were off so she could sit semi-comfortably against the wall, ignoring the uncomfortable uniform she was still wearing. She cradled her head in her hands, smoothing down her baby hairs and rubbing her burning-hot face.
Valeria and Alejandro glanced at each other, before Valeria made the move to get off the couch and crouch down in front of y/n. “What’s wrong, princesa? Are you okay?”
The dam that had been struggling to hold all of y/n’s frustrations nearly cracked those three words, frustrated exhales leaving her lips. She could hardly hold herself together, but Valeria and Alejandro knew exactly what she needed. Valeria pulled her into a hug, leaving her to bury her head into her shoulder. Alejandro came over on the other side, rubbing soft shapes into her back.
She mumbled an unintelligible sentence into Valeria’s sleeve.
Valeria pressed a soothing hand to her cheek, trying to coax her to pull away slightly, “we can’t hear you cariño, will you look at us?”
“We can do whatever you want, mi amor, just tell us what’s wrong.” Alejandro chimed in.
She pulled away, ever so slightly, eyes glaring at the floor, as if eye contact with either of the two would make her disintegrate.
“Just-“ she huffed, rubbing her forehead, “just really stressed out with work, even when I’m home. I’m just running on soldier time all the time, I don’t know how everyone else can just relax so easy.”
Both Valeria and Alejandro went to say something, but y/n cut them off, “I don’t need advice or anything, just needed to be around you both. You make me feel better.” She shook her head as if she were shaking the bad thoughts away, finally making eye contact with the two, “anyways, uhm, what were you guys up to? I don’t mind just chilling while y’all do whatever.”
“We were just about to roll a joint, come sit.” Despite having never really shared their activities with y/n, Alejandro didn’t hesitate to tell her the truth. He patted the couch between him and Valeria so she would finally rest her feet after what seemed like a very long day.
Y/n nodded, pretending not to be caught off guard at the discovery of the two’s hobby. She had heard all about weed in stories from her stoner friends, so she wasn’t unfamiliar with the substance per say, still, she never suspected her partners of being the type. Naivety on her part, Valeria and Alejandro were very obvious about their pastime.
Nonetheless, as she tried to focus on the tv— which Alejandro had switched to play her favorite show, promptly after getting her to move to the couch— her eyes couldn’t help but flit to Valeria rolling a joint and Alejandro lighting it up. Ever observant, Valeria caught on to their audience. She met her girlfriend’s curious stare with a smirk, “You want a hit?” She offered, holding it out.
Y/n shook her head, “I don’t know the first thing about weed, it’s probably not a good idea.”
Alejandro’s head perked up from where it was rested on the couch, “Actually it’s probably a very good idea. You said you’re stressed, no? What better remedy?”
Y/n stared at the joint dangled between Valeria’s fingertips once more, tempted, before looking back at her lovers. “What are the effects?”
Valeria began to list, “well, it can help with sleep and anxiety, make you feel good, and it could possibly make you horny beyond belief, which might also be a good stress reliever.”
Y/n nodded along, doing a double take at the end, “What?”
“Some strains can make you really horny,” Alejandro chimed in.
“Can we have sex?”
Valeria smiled, almost giggly at the courteous nature of the girl, “yes, we can have sex.”
Y/n looked to Alejandro, receiving the same response, “of course we can have sex, is that even a question?”
Y/n nodded, finally accepting the joint from Valeria. She went to put it up to her lips, but was quickly stopped when Alejandro grabbed her wrist. She stared in confusion.
“It needs to be lit first.”
Her eyebrows scrunched, “but I thought you already lit it earlier?”
“It went out when you were debating trying it.” Valeria explained.
“Sorry,”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” She reassured.
Alejandro grabbed the joint in one hand, his zippo in the other. Gently, he placed it between y/n’s lips, lighting the end. “Alright, inhale,” he instructed.
She did as told, holding the undivided attention of both of her lovers, she took a small, cautious hit, stopping the second she felt it hit her lungs. As she pulled the joint from her lips, Valeria spoke up, “make sure you hold it in your lungs for as long as possible after.”
Y/n nodded and followed her advice, only exhaling when her throat felt uncomfortably tingly. This, of course, resulted in a small coughing fit. Valeria took the joint from her, placing it in the ashtray on the coffee table as Alejandro tilted y/n’s head back so he could give her some water. She accepted gratefully.
“How do you feel?” Valeria asked, cautious eyes watching the girl.
Y/n wiped a little excess water off her lips, “alright, just a little light headed.”
Valeria caressed her thigh, nodding reassuringly, “that’s normal, me and Ale are going to take a few hits and then it’ll be your turn again, get you good and high, sound good?”
Y/n got comfy on the couch, sitting in a way that she could watch the two of them, “Yeah.”
She glanced on, mesmerized by the two passing around the joint. Some part of her was incredibly attracted to the way they inhaled and exhaled the smoke, she felt grateful to be a part of this experience.
Before she knew it, Alejandro had placed the joint back between her lips. She imitated the movements she’d done before, adding in small habits she picked up watching Valeria and Alejandro. Albeit not totally seamless, she had gotten a better understanding of it since her first hit. This time, however, she had gotten more confident, taking a large hit. She could hardly hold it in her lungs more than three seconds before she started choking out smoke. Valeria and Alejandro laughed, patting and rubbing her back.
“Someone’s eyes are bigger than their stomach, huh baby?” Valeria teased.
She merely shook her head, chugging water in between choked coughs.
This time, she could feel the effects in fuller force. The first hit started to kick in as the second made her more light headed than she’d ever been in her life. She squeezed her eyes shut for a second, attempting to gather her bearings, before opening them to see Valeria’s amused grin.
“You feeling it yet, baby?” She asked, smiling knowingly.
Y/n nodded, “mm-hmm, how can you tell?”
“Your eyes are all red and droopy.”
“Really?”
Valeria pulled up her phone camera, facing it toward the girl, “see for yourself.”
Y/n stared at her reflection, “holy shit,” she didn’t stay focused on her reflection for long though, feeling her stomach growl. Her head seemed to spin in circles and she could barely keep a single train of thought running, but she knew for a fact that she had developed an appetite.
She laid back on the couch, attempting to catch her bearings but failing miserably. All she could do was stare at the wall and acknowledge her fleeting pangs of hunger.
“You know what sounds really good right now?” She mumbled, turning her attention toward Valeria, hoping to get the thought out before it went away, “cheese pizza with like the cheesy crust ‘n shit. I feel like fuckin’ scooby doo right now, I’m so hungry”
Valeria reached over and took back her phone which had been forgotten about, laughing and standing from the couch, as faced toward the kitchen. “I’ll go get you some more water and some snacks, get those munchies of yours cured.”
Y/n nodded, sitting obediently on the couch, waiting for her love to come back.
That is until Valeria took far too long making snacks and y/n’s eyes caught Alejandro who looked so perfect in her haze.
“Ale?” She whisper-yelled, trying to get his attention as though she needed to do so in secret. He hadn’t looked up, “Ale!” She whispered louder.
He finally acknowledged her, “yes?”
She looked down, suddenly shy now that she actually had his attention, “will you kiss me?”
“Of course, sweet girl.” He muttered, making his way towards her spot on the couch. He crawled on top of her and caged her between his strong triceps, smiling teasingly down at her. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own.
Her eyes shut almost instantly, smiling into the kiss. It was likely one of the most sensual kisses she had ever had. Lips mashed together, moving in a careless rhythm that Alejandro led. If she could, she would melt into him, press their skin so close together that they fused. But she couldn’t, so she settled for feeling him up instead. Her hands wandered, caressing his biceps, then his pecs, before they fell down to his toned stomach, lightly pushing up his shirt so she could have some skin on skin contact. Had she not been so high, she would have noticed the effect that her touch had on him, but for now he would let her feel him up with not a care in the world.
“Your abs are nice,” she mumbled dreamily against his lips, hardly parted as he still chased her lips with his own. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, “off, take it off.”
He did as commanded, tossing his shirt to the side. She ogled him shamelessly, trailing her hands over his muscular torso.
At that moment, Valeria came back with the snacks. She leaned up against the door frame, watching for a moment as y/n and Alejandro made out passionately, groping each other, before she decided that she too wanted to grope their girlfriend. She cleared her throat, causing both heads to shoot towards her, “having fun without me?”
Y/n stared, dumbfounded, before vigorously shaking her head, taking Valeria way too seriously, “mm-mm, baby come here I’m sorry, wanna touch you too.”
Valeria shook her head but sat down nonetheless, patting her thigh as an invitation for y/n. Y/n rolled out from under Alejandro, making him scoff, only stopping short as he watched her climb into Valeria’s lap rather sensually.
Y/n leaned in, nose to nose with Valeria, “hi,” she whispered, smiling.
Valeria smiled back, “hi.”
Y/n nearly erupted into a fit of giggles, only stopping herself by meeting her girlfriend’s lips with her own. Valeria grabbed her hips, tilting her head sideways to deepen the kiss. A small, but unexpected pinch to y/n’s thigh had the girl gasping, opening up her mouth and giving Valeria the perfect opportunity to shove her tongue in. Instinctually, y/n rolled her hips against Valeria, desperately searching for friction. Once Valeria realized why she was squirming so much, she moaned, pulling y/n closer and rolling her own hips up against the girl.
Alejandro, desperate to get in on the action, tugged y/n backwards ever so slightly so that her and Valeria would separate but she was still situated on her lap. With the new leverage, he tugged the bottom of her green shirt off over her head.
“Giving me quite the show.” Valeria smirked, staring dead center at y/n’s bra covered chest.
Alejandro smirked back, unclasping the back of the bra and trailing down y/n’s arms as he took off the straps, “anytime.”
Y/n, who was usually rather afraid to be shirtless in front of her partners, could only think about the love and adoration in both of their eyes at that moment. God, she loved weed. She did a little wiggle on Valeria’s lap so her breasts would bounce and sway, an open invitation for the two to absolutely ravage her.
Alejandro was the first to touch, arm wrapping around in front of her body to gently squeeze one of her nipples. She let out a yelp, shivering slightly. Alejandro and Valeria gave a knowing glance at the reaction, pleased to realize just how sensitive their girlfriend had become, and without words formulating a plan.
Valeria’s tongue darted out, licking a stripe up the unoccupied nipple. When met with a similarly grand reaction, she latched her lips onto it and sucked.
Alejandro moved to sit beside them, placing his hands on y/n’s hips and positioning it so that he was behind her once again, Valeria moved in sync, causing y/n to be squished between the two on the couch. Without a second thought, Alejandro slid his hands to the waistband of her camo cargos, unbuttoning and unzipping them then pushing them down to about mid thigh. Valeria took over from there, grabbing the top of y/n’s underwear and pulling them all the way down and off her legs along with the pants, leaving y/n completely naked.
Valeria resumed working over y/n’s nipples as Alejandro’s hands traveled dangerously close to y/n’s heat. He made contact with her vulva and she moaned, bucking her hips in search of friction.
“Fuck, Ale, please,” she whined, head thrown back over his shoulder in pleasure from the sensation of having her nipples sucked.
Valeria nipped at her for begging him, it was her doing all the work, not stupid Alejandro. In her inebriated state, the pain had y/n seeing stars, finishing without any contact on her other than Valeria working at her nipples. She moaned loudly at the intense feeling of her orgasm.
Valeria parted from her when the feeling had clearly subsided, smiling all smug. “You just came without either one of us having to touch you.”
Y/n shook her head, panting out in protest “no, you were touching me. Touching me s’much.”
“Just right here,” Valeria murmured huskily, tracing y/n’s nipple once again with the pad of her thumb.
As her attention was caught by Valeria, Alejandro traced his middle and ring finger up the center of her wet cunt, causing her to gasp and arch her back, “didn’t even touch you here.” His mouth was so close to her ear that he couldn’t stop himself from licking a stripe up it, making her shiver.
“So sensitive, baby.” Valeria cooed.
Alejandro began rubbing tight circles into y/n’s clit, making her spread her legs wider and attempt to grind on his fingers. It worked, partially, but mostly it just had her grinding up against Valeria’s torso making her even more wet and horny. As Alejandro moved his fingers to her vagina, Valeria’s hand found its way to her clit, replacing Alejandro’s. He circled his finger around where she needed him before finally giving her what she wanted and slipping it in. She clenched hard as Valeria continued rubbing her clit while Alejandro curled his finger. The feeling very quickly became overwhelming.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whimpered, legs beginning to shake.
“Are you going to cum, sweetheart?” Alejandro asked as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of her.
She shook her head, frustrated, “can’t, ‘s too soon.”
Valeria sped up her motions at the statement, ever so slightly peeved at the girl’s hesitance, “there’s nothing hotter in this world than making you cum too fast, let it go sweet girl, let it go.”
Y/n followed her lead, relaxing into their pleasurous touches and finally letting go. She felt like she was on cloud nine, like she had melted away, or died and gone to heaven. The orgasm high mixed in deliciously with the weed high as it went on longer than she felt it usually would. The only thing that stayed on her mind were her boyfriend and girlfriend, enveloping her with their love. They filled her senses, their smell, their looks, their touch. Nothing could ever compare to this.
She jolted at a tap to her thigh, she must have spaced out in the heat of the moment. Valeria and Alejandro smiled down at her on either side, she seemed to be laid down on the couch now.
“You with us?” Alejandro questioned, rubbing up her side with fingers that, unbeknownst to her, had recently been licked clean.
She nodded.
Valeria’s smile widened, “do you feel good?”
Another nod, “I think I’m still high,” y/n mumbled. The lightheaded feeling and the floatiness never left her.
“It’s only been an hour, I’d be surprised if you weren’t.”
Alejandro disregarded the conversation and moved his arm under y/n, getting ready to help her up from the couch. Valeria positioned herself on the other side so they could make it a team effort. They both knew how squirmy y/n could get after sex, too sensitive to be picked up without doing everything in her power to make herself fall to the ground, they both assumed this would only be amplified by the weed. So together, they helped her walk herself to the bed, rushing to grab some important aftercare items after they got her good and situated on the bed.
They took all the usual aftercare steps deemed necessary, washing up, making their girlfriend drink water, and praising her, all before succumbing to her demands for cuddles.
“Will you please just hold me?” She had begged, teary red eyes blinking up at them, hardly understanding the need for the ridiculous wet washcloth and the stupid cup of water.
Those glassy eyes were the only reason they had not said “hold on” like any other time they had been intimate.
So for the millionth time that day, they took their rightful spot on either respective side of the girl, cradling her in warm, loving arms, and whispering sweet nothings until she fell asleep.
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bigification · 3 months
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Coach's New Uniforms
"What's Tubbo doing in the dugout?" Adam mumbled to his teammate as he arrived to his baseball match. "Hey buddy, I think you got a bit lost. You wandered into our dugout." Adam said in a degrading voice. The man turned around to face him, heaving his massive gut as he turned. "Oh, you must be the captain, Adam. The names Weller, Coach Weller." He reached out for a hand shake with a wide smile. Stunned, Adam eyed Weller up and down while reciprocating the shake, taking note of how plump the man's fingers felt. "Ughh, what happened to Coach Stinger. And... Are you sure your his replacement." Adam said while staring blankly into Wellers stomach. "No idea, they just asked me to show up." Weller responded, feigning ignorance to the not so subtle jab at his appearance. "Regardless, the game starts soon, we should get ready. It looks like most of the team has arrived."
The team began their typical stretching routine, most of the team unbothered by the coach change as they changed coach's a lot. Although Adam felt something off about their new coach, besides his reservations about his weight. He kept an eye on Weller throughout the stretching routine, catching him staring intently at the team as they stretched before looking away when Adam noticed.
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The rest of the match went by smoothly. Coach Weller actually had good advice and much to Adams dismay, Weller made for a pretty good coach. The team they were facing was significantly worse than them, so the game wasn't too stressful, just one to boost their stats.
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The team huddled around Coach Weller after the match. Hoping to get a bit more information on their new coach. "Good game boys! It was an easy win, but you guys still played great. By the way, I ordered new uniforms for you guys, they should be delivered soon. I expect you to wear them to the next practice." Coach Weller said before promptly leaving. The rest of the team made their way home, slightly confused by Weller acting strange.
Later that night, Adam took to his computer to look into Weller. Searching 'coach weller' into Google popped up a ton of news articles about him. 'Baseball prospect snuffed last minute' 'Baseball pro let's himself go after thought rejection' 'From fit to fat, former baseball pro hospitalized for conditions related to obesity'. Article after article telling a tragic story, almost making him feel bad. "I was wondering how anyone could even get that fat, but I guess that explains it." It also explained why he actually knew his shit, and why he kept staring at his teammates. "He's just jealous of what could have been his life, that explains the staring." Adam thought to himself.
The next morning rolled around, Adam jumped out of bed, late for practice. He ran to his closet and grabbed the new uniform he got in the mail the night before. He ran out of his room, only in his black boxers. He threw on the baseball shirt, noting that it did not fit him at all. Probably some one size fits all kinda thing, but he didn't have time to worry about it. He grabbed his pants and tried to pull them up his legs, but they got snagged on something. He pulled them up again, but they just wouldn't go past his ass. "What the hell! Did they shrink in the wash?" He said, annoyed. He looked down to see what was wrong. "What the fuck!" He yelled out. He couldn't even see his pants because his gut blocked his view of them. He grabbed at the fat that was piling onto his stomach, it was real. Adam freaked out as his belly grew and grew. He started to look pregnant, then it started to look like a beach ball was stuck in his stomach. It all happened so fast. He stumbled back, knocking into the gym equipment he had in his living room. The new weight distribution of his massive gut almost made him fall over, but he managed to stay in his feet. He grabbed onto his bench press, hoping to regain some balance. "My hands, they're massive!?" He yelled as he saw his giant fat filled hands. His eyes drifted up to his biceps. He was visibly shocked as he looked at his hulking biceps. Even the fat in his arms just made them look stronger. It made him feel like maybe this wasn't the end of the world.
Once Adam had gotten over the shock of the situation, he got up and turned towards his mirror. At first it shocked him, his gut was so imposing. It was probably the first thing you would notice about him, and it made him feel so strong. He didn't care for the man boobs he now had, but it was a good trade off for his massive arms. He analysed his round face and his scruffy beard, he felt so intimidating. He lifted up his gut and looked at his thick thighs and plump ass. He was surprised by how little his body sagged under its own weight all things considered, but he sure as hell did not mind. He could even see the large outline of his dick under his boxers. "Heh, nice!" He chuckled
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"Right, practice." He remembered that he was almost late for practice. He tried putting on his pants which... Suddenly fit. At first he was confused as they didn't fit just a moment earlier, but then he remembered that he had always been a size 40 waist and his baseball pants had always fit him. He buttoned up his shirt as it now perfectly wrapped around his gut. He looked at himself in the mirror one last time and smiled.
Adam hopped in his tiny car and rolled his seat back before rushing to practice. "What's a good captain if he can't even show up on time." He scolds himself.
He serves into the parking lot and runs out to the dugout, shocked by how out of breath he is from the short jog. "Lookin good captain!" His boys yelled out to him. He passed his coach, just as big as ever, and then met up with his team. For a moment he was shocked. They all must have been at least 300 pounds. Each of them with guts spilling out of their uniforms and sporting big bushy beards. But then the memories of playing with them for the season flooded into his mind. They had always been the fattest in the league. They huddled up, all with their guts squished between them. "Let's show coach Weller that a big team like us can play with the skinny guys." Adam patted his teammates on the back.
Coach Weller crossed his arms and smiled while he watched the team of obese men struggle to make it to first base without needing to take a rest.
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ap-kinda-lit · 2 months
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Saiyan Squad AU outline (part 2) ⭐️
part 1
Vegeta, Nappa, Raditz, and Kakarot form a squad and fight in a war between Frieza and what remains of the Saiyans.
At some point early on, they land on Vampa, where they find Broly.
Broly’s father, Paragus, was banished to Vampa after he was accused of working with Frieza. As further punishment, Broly was sent with him so the two would surely die on the planet together. They managed to survive and Paragus swore revenge. Before the squad arrived, Paragus had presumably abandoned Broly. When Broly meets Raditz, Kakarot, Nappa, and Vegeta, they right away recognize his immense power and take him in.
The Squad travel space and go on mission after mission, trying to find a new planet call home and bring down Frieza’s empire.
As king, Vegeta is the self-declared leader and the angry, arrogant gremlin we all know and love. Since they’ve known him since childhood and practically grew up together, Raditz and Kakarot are pretty casual with him and call him names like “boss” or “Geets”, which annoys Vegeta. He also hates how he turns out to be the shortest among his team of giants. Also, after being forced into being a child king, held hostage, and having his world and people mercilessly slaughtered, Vegeta is (understandably) hell bent on killing Frieza himself. He also strives to rebuilding his kingdom to its former glory and becoming the strongest king there ever was.
Raditz is a sarcastic (not so) little shit and the stressed, tired older sibling of Kakarot. He always picks on his idiot little brother and bemoans about constantly looking after him (but let’s face it he does care about his baby brother). He himself is a hot mess who somehow gets into trouble a lot and loves chaos (when it’s done to someone that’s not him, that is).
Ah, Kakarot…he’s essentially still our beloved goofball himbo. He aspires to being a great warrior and may come off as intimidating due to his strength, gruff appearance, and wild nature at first, but Kakarot is surprisingly friendly, kind-hearted, and not as gung-ho on killing as most Saiyans would be. He’s laid-back, happy-go-lucky, and loves a good time. To him, the whole team is his family and his idea of a mission is exploring like he’s on a fun field trip. Kakarot is weaker than his teammates and his demeanor doesn’t make it any easier, so he’s seen and treated as the runt of the bunch. He makes up for it with his loyalty and hard-work ethic. If he is intimidated or attacked, he will fight. He also doesn’t like being mocked. Kakarot tries to be an ideal Saiyan, scary and tough as nails, but his good nature always somehow comes out.
Nappa is basically the Team Dad. He trains and looks after Vegeta, Raditz, Kakarot, and Broly from young ages (so it’s no wonder he ends up bald as a melon so soon). He’s essentially a more butch version of Ginyu; rough but still very flamboyant. He would exercise to The Village People and kick back and happily watch his boys raze a whole city. As you can guess, he’s not a very responsible parental figure.
Broly is the newest recruit and the wild card. He normally keeps to himself and is very quiet, so when chaos erupts (as it almost always does) he usually just watches or casually plays a small part. He’s just glad to be a part of something. But by no means is he all that harmless. If he’s called into action or when things get hairy, you might want to start running. He’s basically a nuclear bomb crossed with an elephant.
The Saiyans come across Earth by happenstance. Kakarot crash lands there after being chased by Frieza’s men. His pod and scouter are both badly damaged in the wreck, so he explores around while finding a way off the planet or at least contact his squad. Along the way, he finds the four star dragon ball. He doesn’t know what it is but he thinks it’s neat and it reminds him of Planet Sadala. He does also get chased after by Frieza scouts and encounters the Red Ribbon Army (who are attracted by his new souvenir and they steal his totaled pod). With all the havoc going on around him, he of course attracts the attention of the Z Fighters (Yamcha, Tien, Chiaotzu, Krillin, Roshi, and Bulma).
Kakarot does cross paths with the Ox King & Chichi also and an accidental marriage proposal still takes place, but Kakarot doesn’t understand it at first because Saiyans do not practice marriage and are not that familiar with ‘dating’, ‘boyfriends/girlfriends’, ‘husbands/wives’ or weddings (the closest they have is a very small formal ceremony practiced only by Saiyan royalty). When it’s explained to him and Kakarot realizes he’s technically chosen Chichi as his mate, he’s…thrilled. She’s a cute princess who can use a giant fan as a weapon like it’s nothing and she’s a hell of a cook. She’s pretty much his dream girl.
There’s also Vegebul & Launchitz, but I might go into detail in another post.
On a random, fun note, Nappa and Master Roshi strangely become sort of friends. They’re both bald senseis and they love exercise videos (Roshi for perverted reasons, Nappa actually does like them for fun exercise)
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talk more of your snowbaird headcanons please!!! lmao does Coriolanus and Lucy Gray have a breeding kink or something?
How is the wedding of Lucy Gray and Coriolanus turn out?
LMAO is it obvious 🤓 they definitely do.
I think lucy gray loves the idea of a big family as she grew up in one but it's more of a fantasy than smth she would actually want just bc imagine the stress every year during the reaping. I imagine she's more worried abt the rest of the covey than herself n that's enough to taint the fantasy of a family with lots of kids. Even tho she doesn't wanna admit it, being w coryo means her kids are safe from the games n it eats her up bc he can fulfill her fantasy
For coryo,,,, he would want kids as soon as possible bc he wants to meet as many generations of descendants as possible u kno, he loves seeing physical evidence of his legacy. Tbh I think his goal started out as 1 kid to be The Heir but finding out lucy gray had twins altered his brain chemistry n now he wants to fill up his mansion w little lucy grays except they all look like him LMFAO. Either way it's a win for him bc he's a a bit of a narcissistic freak. Also him missing out on lucy Gray's first pregnancy prob had him so fucked up, fists balled like arthur so he's happy to keep her round w his babies year round intentionally or not 🤓☝️
TLDR;
Lucy gray grew up in a big family -> wants that for her kids
Coryo grew up in a small family -> wants as many kids to expand the Snow empire, no more worrying abt the Snow bloodline ending w him or tigris
Haven't thought abt their wedding but he would absolutely make it a spectacle. Maybe a national holiday even LMAO. I'm thinking it'll also make it easy to address how tf he has 2 kids out of nowhere n w the 10th victor of all ppl (ppl rmb their love story but she had been rumored to be dead) n he'd spin it to be him hiding her n their kids for their own safety (why? idk yet), imagine the fight at home after that lawl lucy gray would need to beat his ass for that for sure
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HECK yes. worstgirl time. (a lot of these are still vague and taking shape and i need to actually figure out when i want to place her death date etc etc...
that said
she had an absent dad (stepped out to buy cigarettes and fucking died) (velvette thinks he just ran off) (all the Vees have daddy issues, this is hers) and a mom who fell into alcoholism due to depression/shit jobs, leaving Velvette to be raised by the TV, fashion magazines and the Internet whenever she got access to computers. so i feel like that explains a lot
I'm toying with the idea she was put in foster care as a teenager, which she was pissed about because she LIKED being essentially a free agent in between the brief moments her mom noticed her existence and they had screaming matches, thankyouverymuch
she was severely bullied in high school for her obvious poverty+being a weird alt girl+the noticeable mental illnesses (mainly anger issues where she would explode and threaten people messing with her, or pick fights with teachers).
was never internet popular or successful in the fashion industry during her life, just an aspirational mean girl who learned a lot about Internet success but didn't have time to implement it for herself, and had a lot of big dreams (mostly involving being handed fashion awards while the bullies from her high school cried)
had turned thirty just a little while before her death, and was experiencing existential terror over how she hadn't found success yet and was going to start becoming a decrepit old maid
owned a lot of ball-jointed dolls who she'd make little outfits for and also be quietly insane with at the end of a hard day (velvette sitting on the floor with two dolls re-enacting a conversation with a coworker: wow, [velvette]! now that you suggest THAT outfit, i see that my idea is stupid and bad! i'm going to go kill myself now!)
(bonus tiny after-death headcanon but. doesn't collect dolls anymore, but will refer to her models as her 'dolls' or 'dollies' sometimes, always in a fake-sweet possessive or threatening tone. it's usually a sign she's pissed with them.)
struggled with ~love~ due to (a) mainly being attracted to guys who were dating other people or out of her social circle/league (b) being a weird little creep whose trouble with conducting normal relationships only increased the longer she went without one and grew more desperate and was ashamed by that and became more cold and aggressive with stronger outbursts of desperation and etc, vicious cycle
ok I've had the vague idea she was killed when she just kind of hit her limit one day and went into her workplace to kill someone (a model or actual designer) she hated--uncaring if she caused some collateral death on the way-- and got killed in self-defense, but now I'm thinking about her working in marketing/advertising specifically because it would both fit her after-death role and because being forced to promote/design ideas around someone you loathed seems like a good source of 'i'm going to fucking murder them' stress
that's all that comes to mind atm 👍
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call-sign-shark · 1 year
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✨Bleeding Knuckles ✨
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x YN "Fire" Gibbs
Summary: Rooster meets Gibbs' daughter at the boxing gym. She's ferocious, strong and she's a boxer, but she is in pain. And Rooster relates to it. Now he is here, and he won't let anything hurt you anymore., not even yourself.
Words: 940 (Blurb - Boxer!Reader and NCIS crossover)
Pls reblog if you like the idea, so that I know if ppl wants to know the whole angsty but fluff story behind my idea
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It all started with Bradley counting every time it hurt. This is what Carole had taught her son to help him cope with life's disillusion. Grievance, anger, mourning... Bradley had experienced them all, and they all left a scar deep within his soul. This is why he had started boxing - to evacuate all the negative and brutal turmoil his soul was undergoing. Since then, he kept boxing as a tradition but also as a way to work out during his free time. For sure, he worked a lot and could not go to the boxing gym as much as he wanted, but today Maverick granted him a leave. After weeks of harsh training, Rooster could relieve the stress that had accumulated within. Each blow against the punching bag felt like a sweet release.
One punch for the excruciating training.
One punch for Hangman, just because he is a dick.
One punch for his ex, who had just broken up with him weeks ago.
He was about to throw another punch at the poor hanging bag when the sound of a girl grunting in pain snapped him out of his thought. Rooster stopped and swept the room with his warm hazel eyes. There he saw her ... It was Leroy Gibbs' daughter - oh, he had only caught sight of her once, but he had found her so attractive that he could not forget her beautiful face.
The girl was hitting her punching ball as if her life depended on it. She was staring at it, her brows frowned, and her wet, shining lips were curled up as a wild feline hissing at his enemy. She threw a brutal punch, so brutal that the chain from which the punching bag was hanging produced a loud jiggling sound. No one quite noticed her, for the place was almost empty and the few men training here were packed together at the weight section, at the other end of the gym. Rooster took off his thick red boxing gloves, far too busy observing her to keep it up with his training. He ran one of his hands through his sweaty blonde curls, some of them sticking to his temples and forehead.
"Fuuuuuuck you!"
You growled, louder. The violence with which your first hit the bag was so ferocious that the skin on your knuckles -already damaged by one full hour of enraged boxing- broke open. Bradley thought you would stop beating that poor punching bag now that you wounded yourself, but you kept hitting it again and again. Blinded by a destructive rage, your body seemed desensitized to pain. Self-control broke down, you were a wild fire.
If at first the pilot had been intrigued and amused by your determination, he grew worried. Rooster easily recognized the sparkle of hatred that was shining in your teary and infuriated eyes, for he had the same look years ago. He clenched his jaw as he noticed you smearing your blood all over the punching ball with your wounded knuckles - he was torn between conflicting feelings. Somehow, your problems were your business, not his. His life was already busy enough and, to be true, he had his own mishaps to deal with. But, his inner voice reminded him of the time he had been like her - lost, filled with rage and sadness. He would have loved someone to take care of him. Or just someone to tell him that everything will be fine, at least. Rooster sighed and walked towards you.
"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"
You hissed through your teeth. Sweat burning your eyes, blood dripping from your hands, you growled again and punched the bag with all your remaining strength, the movement directly coming from your whole shoulder. Yet, your knuckles never met the smooth surface of the bag, for someone had grabbed your elbow and forced you to stop. Surprised, you turned and glared at the man who was holding your arm firmly.
"Hey, calm down girl." Bradley's deep voice was candy-coated with an indescribable softness. It was the first pet name that came to his head
"Leave me alone!" You hissed again, showing your teeth.
"I know you are angry but you are bleeding."
His words pulled you out of your blinding hatred. You blinked several times, chasing away the beads of sweat that had formed on your eyelashes. Then, your eyes looked where Rooster's irises of honey pools were staring at. Red and warm blood was oozing from slits on each of your knuckles. As soon as your brain realized it was your hand, an unpleasant tingling pain blossomed at their spot. You winced, then looked at the tall blonde and curly man that was in front of you. Rooster gently released your arm.
"Nevermind." You chased away his hand with a hasty movement and turned around, back to him. You really did not want to talk at the moment.
Rooster hesitated: should he leave you? He shook his head. Something had attracted him, something that he had seen in your eyes. Your pain and his were similar. This sole observation was enough to convince him he was taking the right decision. No matter what happened, he would be there for you.
"Are you sure you're good?"
Six words.
One deep yet caring voice.
It was all it took for tears of anger to overflow.
Rooster gently pressed one of his large, warm, and calloused hands on your shoulder. Looking at you with concern, the pilot's fingers closed around your clavicle to anchor his presence. He was there, and he wanted you to feel it.
"There, it's okay."
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Don't ask me what I'm doing. Can't be productive today so I wanted to write a little blurb with reader as an angry brawler girl, a good boxer, and Gibb's daughter.
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Till death do us part
(Ghost x fem! Reader)
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A/n- heres a lil oneshot for you all , thank you @personwhosucksassatmath for the idea. they are a wonderful person so go follow them and this fanfic is also posted on my wattpad and another thing (DO NOT REPOST ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY KNOWLEDGE OR CONSENT !!) but for the most part enjoy ladies and gentlemen!
WARNING - suicide
It had been about 5 years since you and ghost had been together. life was different between you and simon now compared to when he had first met you when you were both in the same unit. you got married the third year of the relationship and stood married for the rest of the two. At first he was cold , uncaring and very bitter but hwnr you got to know Simon he broke down his walls and let you in and what you saw was a sad and broken man. He was torn from his childhood , stripped from being himself and he simply just had to survive growing up but when he found you that wound that had been opened for many years started to heal and close.
he found peace within you and you were his safe place.
Recently he had been off on duty working per usual while you stood at home working at your desk as you had been discharged and , he was out with the others of task force 141 and simply doing the missions and such that Laswell had sent them all on but there had been a mission that's been going on for over a few months. It was a cartel, a very dangerous one at that. him and the others of task force 141 had been assigned to look for tyhe leader and as they had went on the search soap had gotten killed. when you heard the news of soaps death it crushed you but most of all it crushed simon.
Simons has been so stressed lately , he hasn't eaten , stopped sleeping properly and he hasn't contacted you one bit. soap had been the one to tell you about his conditions and your heart broke as you read the letter soap had sent. recent events had been hard but as you stood currently in the living room watching tv nestled into the couch cushions you jumped as you heard the front door open and slam.you instantly stood up , your heart rate speeding up and your breath going more shallow as your thoughts ran. you went to walk to see what it was but your heart dropped when you saw simon standing before you , covered in dirt and grim as well as there was dried up blood on his gear. you saw the anger and betrayal in his eyes as he stood before you at a good 6 feet away.
his eyes were tired. you saw how his eyes grew glossy the longer he looked at you and you saw how his fists were balled up at his sides. The room was tense and the longer you both stood quite the thicker the tension grew. You could tell Simon wanted to shout out at you , you saw the way he held back his anger just by the way he held himself. He was tense , fists were balled up and the silence was palpable but what was even worse was the guilt.
‘’ simon whats going on–’’
‘’thats ghost to you , you know what fuck you did.’’
he cut you off , his deep tone gruff and quiet as he spoke as he tried to keep a level headed attitude but you both knew that couldn't happen. your eyes widened as you looked into his eyes , behind that mask you knew was a hurt man but most of all an angry one.
you were scared , he just stood there for a moment and as you tried to get close you saw him reach for his side where his gun stood holsted. you sighed and you shook your head before your face grew dark and serious. a look of guilt was starting to creep up onto your face slowly as things got tenser when he pushed you into the wall nesby harshly causing you to wince as you felt the wind practically get knocked out of your lungs but before you could react you get the sharp blade of a knife against your neck. he had you pinned down with nowhere to go. you knew that in this moment it changed everything , the way Simon viewed you , the way he looked at you but most of all the one thing that would never change for you was his love.
‘’I loved you…I trusted you and this is what you do behind my back? was all of it a lie just to get here?’’
His tone was firm and blunt but there was a deep unexplainable sadness and grief that lay behind his tone. you couldn't even look him in the eyes when you knew that he knew. you had secretly been working undercover for a well known terrorist group out in the outskirts of Mexico importing drugs in and out but most of all you were the reason for so many innocent deaths. Simon would never usually dare lay a hand on you but in this moment everything was different , he was different. Once he found out that you were the reason for soap's death he knew that there was no way in hell that he would let this go. soap was his everything and he wasn't going to give that up easily regardless if you were his wife or not but now all he saw you as was a target.
‘’ghost i…’’
you couldn't get the words out , there was no justifying what you did and you knew that whatever was going to be done with you was well deserved and you knew all too well that death would be a part of it.
‘’for what? all this for what?’’
he was breaking, his tone was filled with sadness and a feeling of betrayal.
tears filled your eyes as you heard his words and you shook your head.
‘’i love you , i truly do….i cannot justify what i did….i know what you must do.’’
you kept a steady tone but your watery eyes showed otherwise. as simon saw this he felt his hand , the one that held the knife up to your neck start to shake a little.
‘’ i love you simon for you , i love everything about you but find someone worth fighting for…’’
you felt his grip tighten on you.
‘’I FOUGHT FOR YOU I WAS THE ONE TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT YOU WERE THE ONE INVOLVED , I LOVED YOU Y/N WITH MY EVERYTHING’’
he shouted as he let his anger and emotions boil over.
‘’I LOVED YOU I NEVER WANTED TO BE THE ONE TO END UP IN THIS POSITION , NEVER. I LOVED YOU SO MUCH , I CARED ABOUT SOAP BUT HERE I AM ONLY TO FIND OUT EVERYTHING WAS YOU.””
his words cut through you like a sharp knife , you shook you head and looked him in the eyes.
‘’ finish the mission….do what you came to do. just know in the end that i loved you and know that not everything will be the same but i will always be out there for you and looking out for you.’’
These were your last words before you managed to grab the gun in his thigh holster and you shot yourself. his eyes widened as he saw the red flash past his eyes and your body grew limp as you slid down the wall and onto the floor with a thud with the gun still in your hand. the blood pooling around your body as the red crimson flowed from your head. Simon felt his hands shake as he kneeled down to you seeing your now lifeless body lay before him. He felt his breathing hitch in his throat as he gently held you. it was over. life was over and he felt it held no meaning anymore. The mission was over but what now?. he silently just held you. you were the only person in life that he loved , the only person he'd let touch him , the only person he'd hold at night and keep secrued when having bad dreams but now his life held no meaning. just sadness. he lifted his mask halfway and kissed your now growing cold forhead and he took the gun from your hand
he couldn't take it.
another shot rang off.
he was sure when you all read your wedding vows but now they came true.
until death do us part.
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Okay so I just remember there was voiceline between Cassidy and Ashe with Ashe telling him he promised he would write too her even though he said he tried I do think that Cassidy wanted to write too Ashe but he didn't know how too.
So I decided to make this little story prompt 
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Cole: *is struggling on how to write a letter to Ashe As there  crumpled balls of paper on the ground all around him*
Gabe & Ana:*watching him struggle *
Gabriel: He's been at this all night even skip a few training lessons thought the kid was playing hokey or something.
Ana: Did you ask him what he was doing or did you get mad at him? 
Gabriel:*stays quiet and advert eye contact since Ana already knew the answer *....
Ana: *sighing* okay you got mad at him, I'll handle it
Gabriel: Ana wait I don't think-  ~~~
Ana:*ignores him and knocks on the open door before walking in * Cassidy?
Cole: *looks over at Ana annoyed  as his eyes are blood shot red and it looked like he's hasn't gotten any sleep* What!?!…
Ana: *doesn't react too his attitude* Are you okay? You've haven't gotten any sleep.
Cole: Why do you even care…you're only gonna get mad at me….
Ana: *walks over to him but kept her distance* Or maybe I won't, Cole you can tell me anything 
Cole:*looked at her and seemed very hesitant to tell her* 
Ana:*raised her hands slightly up* You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I grew worried since you missed out on training so I did bother you.
Cole:*looks at her and seemed a bit scared but decided to rip off the band-aid* I…I'm trying to write too a friend of mine…
Ana: *nods a bit* okay and who is this friend?
Cole: *seemed very quiet and felt tears building up as he quickly wipes the tears away* please don't be mad….
Ana: *walks over to him before crouching down * Cole look at me, I wont be mad okay. So you can tell me who it is okay
Cole: *looked at her and nods before taking in a deep breath and exhaled slowly * I'm writing to my gang…I just don't even know what to say…I promise Ashe I would write…
Ana: *didn't seem mad but looked at the paper and see that Cole was struggling * okay, how about this you take a break from writing right now. You seem stress if I were you it'll come too you freely so take a break for now and sleep
Cole: B-But I need to write it I- Ana: *Raised her hand up making Cole stop talking* It'll come to you soon, this stuff takes time. You're forcing yourself to write it, but it's only making you stress Cole:*look down and sighs softly nodding* I don't know how too start it Ana: *Feels bad for him but has an idea* Tell you what, how about we and I go out and spend time together. Sometimes keeping yourself busy will help you think of something and if you want I can help you write the letter okay. Cole:*hugs Ana* Thanks and don't tell anyone that I hugged you Ana:*smiles and hugged him back before pulling back* My lips are sealed okay, now come on clearly you didn't eat and the fact you missed out on special training with Reyes and I isn't good so I'll let it slide and I'll try to convince Gabe too understand okay Cole:*nods* Thank you miss Amari Ana:*smiled and ruffled his hair before leaving his room* I'll give you time too collect yourself ~~~ Gabriel: So how did it go? Ana: He's still a kid Reyes, give him time he was a bit stress over a letter. Gabriel: *pinched the bridge of his nose*A letter? Really? Ana: Reyes don't start now, give Cole a break poor soul is stress, after all we were young too. He's still learning so give him time Gabriel:*sighs softly* Alright Ana: *smiles softly but decided to tease him*Thank and I know you have a soft spot for Cole Gabriel: Don't start Ana:*chuckles softly* Alright I won't
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A Steddie Disney College Program AU in which Steve is Peter Pan and Eddie is Captain Hook, and through collaboration on skits they have to perform together, parade floats they share on which they have to pretend to be archnemeses, and drunken nights of cast member afterparties (not to mention the close proximity to one another stage combat brings), sparks begin to fly, and not just from the fireworks.
Prologue:
Steve Harrington stood calmly outside what he presumed to be a man named Gates’ employment office, though he was more nervous on the inside than he was letting on. He knocked on the door once, a gruff “Be with you in a moment,” being his only response.
He ran a hand through his hair, sweeping it off his sweaty forehead. Orlando was far more humid than he thought it would be. His hometown of Hawkins, Indiana experienced all four seasons. This was going to be an adjustment.
Last night, he’d slept in an Orlando hotel room, waiting for his interview with Mr. Nathan Lyle Gates, director of employment for the Disney College Program at Walt Disney World. Steve had emailed Gates the month before regarding his application to the program. Steve just finished his sophomore year at Ball State. All his general education classes were complete, but he had yet to declare his major.
Steve didn’t want to waste money taking classes he didn’t need to graduate. The last few months of his semester, he'd felt stressed and stuck. Luckily, his best friend Robin, who he met in Theater II, which he took as an elective, had some advice for him.
“Come work at Disney with me!” she had said, and he’d looked at her like she had grown a second head.
But after she explained the logistics to him, and their theater professor wrote them both shining letters of recommendation, the idea grew on him. He settled on declaring his major as education, just for the Disney College Program application paperwork, and started the process.
Mr. Gates had emailed him back promptly, so Steve booked a flight, said goodbye and promised to write the high school kids he’d used to babysit when he was in high school himself, and now he stands outside Mr. Gates’ door, about to sit down on a bench when the door opens, and a squat, round, balding man with more hair on his mustache than on his head opens the door.
“Stephen James Harrington?”
“Yes sir,” he said, trying to sound somewhat official. Like his father suggested, he resisted the urge to reply, “It’s Steve.” Apparently, nobody would take him seriously if he used his preferred name on job applications. His parents were less than thrilled at his decision to apply to the program, but that was the least of Steve’s worries.
“Come in, have a seat.”
Steve followed the man into a dingy office cluttered with paperwork and dusty picture frames of the man and his family surrounded by costumed Disney characters. He took a seat in an uncomfortable wooden chair when the shorter man gestured for him to sit.
“Nathan Gates, Director of Employment for the Disney College Program. I understand you’re looking for a job.”
“Yes sir.”
“Tell me about yourself.” Gates said.
Steve was not prepared for this.
“Well, um, I grew up in Hawkins, Indiana, I just finished my sophomore year at Ball State, I played basketball in high s-”
“Who’s your favorite Disney character, Steve?”
Steve blinked.
“Excuse me?”
“Your favorite Disney character! Me personally, I’d say Peter Pan. But you won’t see me prancing around Magic Kingdom wearing lime green tights,” Gates chuckled, giving Steve a moment to think.
“Um…” Steve didn’t know how to ask Gates if there were any jobs that didn’t involve him actually being in a costume. Florida was already too hot for him, he thought he would try to get a job in the kitchen, or sanitation, or making sure everyone’s seatbelts are fastened on a roller coaster.
“Here, I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Reason I mentioned Peter Pan is ‘cause one of our Peters is headed back to London tomorrow to finish up his degree in chemical engineering…too much potential, that kid. Role's yours if you want it.”
Ooh, actually…now that he thought about it, he knew that Robin had mentioned on her application that Peter Pan was her favorite movie, and therefore, chances were high that she’d end up being Wendy, and they’d get to do skits and greet parkgoers and be on parade floats together. He’d just have to bribe her with churros to get her to stop roasting him about the fucking leggings he’d have to wear…
“Yes, yes that sounds good…” he spluttered.
“Alright! Here’s your contract, good for one semester. You’ll start training Monday morning, it ends Wednesday before lunch. Face character housing is circled in red here on this map. I’ll page your Wendy to come show you to your room,” he noticed Steve’s bewildered expression and added, “don’t worry, she ain’t your roommate. She’s across the hall from you.”
Steve tried not to look too relieved at that while he pretended to read the contract, signing his name at the bottom as he tried to focus on what Gates was saying at the same time.
“Need anything else, boy?” Gates prompted, when Steve still hadn’t handed the contract over a moment later.
Steve snapped out of his overwhelmed daze and handed over the contract, visibly shaken. He stood. “No, sir.”
“Well then Mr. Harrington, have a magical day!” Gates barked out a laugh, shook Steve’s hand, and escorted him out the door.
Steve barely got out the words, “Thank you sir,” before the door slammed in his face.
He sat down on the bench outside Gates’ office, supposedly waiting on a Wendy Darling lookalike to take him to his room, wondering what the hell he just got himself into.
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Anonymous: I have a blurb request for Jack! Maybe he's having a super hard time on tour so reader surprises him one night as he's about to go onstage.
I changed it just a little bit! This is during the CHTKMY tour:
After Jack’s finished his previous song, he addressed the crowd.
“Okay, the last crowd was pretty impressive, let’s see if you can show out tonight. We’re gonna bring up some fans to see if they can make a free throw. If you make it, you’ll go home with a gift card. Let’s see who wants to take the shot. Can you turn up the house lights?”
Jack looked out into the packed crowd, fans jumping up and waving their hands for a chance to come onstage.
“Actually, Jack, we’ve already got someone who wants to take a shot.” Jack looked around towards the edge of the stage, not expecting any surprise guests at this stop on the tour.
His eyes grew wide when he saw you walk on stage, passing the basketball between your hands. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face when you saw your boyfriend breathe a sigh of release, letting go of the tension and stress he had been holding onto for the last couple of weeks.
“What are you doing here?” Jack asked, his question heard over the mic.
“I heard you were missing me. And I came here to win these gift cards.” The crowd erupted in laughter at your joke.
Jack enveloped you in a hug, pressing a long kiss on your forehead as you wrapped your arms around his torso. “I missed you so much, baby. You don’t know how much I needed this.” He whispered to you, his face hidden from the crowd.
“I know baby, I missed you too. I’m here now.”
“Let’s give it up for Y/N, the love of my life. I had no idea she was going to be here tonight. Let’s see if she can make the shot. Let’s give her some encouragement.”
Jack started the slow clap, the crowd following suit as you lined up for your shot. You released the ball, making the free throw easily, the ball falling through the rim.
“Hell yeah!” Jack cheered as he ran over to you, picking you up off your feet.
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