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mariatesstruther · 7 months

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Stay with me,,,, (I'm half asleep so everything I'm saying is nonsense. Forgive)

Tommy and Maria being similar to Jake and Amy, right?

HOW DID TOMMY AND MARIA PROPOSE TO EACH OTHER?

cause I'm thinking of how Jake proposed to Amy and how it was the best thing ever, which made me think of tommy and maria, which made me think they should have a similar vibe

BUT IDK!!!!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE IDEAS ON THIS

first of all im kicking myself bc i read a tumblr post or fic or SOMETHING online somewhere before that inspired a small bit of how i imagine tommy would propose, and now i can’t find it??? so if this*** sounds familiar it’s definitely based on something i’m just blanking on what it is and will give full credit to op or whatever fucking thing im forgetting. this is also partly based off of how my dad and my mom became official

similar to jake and amy, i imagine them having a really goofy and sweet proposal story, like tommy has to ask maria a million times or sometimes does fake-outs like jim from the office, and maybe it’s something the entirety of jackson is invested.

im also thinking maybe maria wouldn’t want to reallyget married again, not necessarily because of her late husband but more because jackson just makes such a fuss out of weddings and she does not have time to plan that shit and she had a big wedding for her first marriage for the sake of her mother and hated it, so yeah no. she’s just maybe not big on getting married, and for the first bit of time she’s with tommy, she know he really likes her but isn’t surely thinking he wants anything serious. so for a while, maybe a year and a half to two years in, it’s just them being in love as tommy and maria, more partners than anything else to eachother, and that’s just fine with her

so imagine her surprise when one day her and tommy are eating dinner in the dining hall and one of jackson’s biggest gossips comes over and is like “y’all are just too darn cute—now tommy, when are we gonna see a ring on that finger?? it’s a shame this lady aint tied down” and tommy, cool as a fucking cucumber, just goes “oh don’t you worry, i got plans for that” because ??????????? huh????—?

she has to hold back choking on her fucking drink, she’s so taken aback. she waits until whoever that was goes on their marry fuckin way and then blinks, going “um????? you’ve got plans???” because maria is always the one with the plans. tommy hates plans. he says he loves that she loves them, but in a life an unpredictable as this, they often just get in the way; she doesn’t always disagree. but now, apparently, his plan for marriage is sure as his shooting aim, because he just smiles at her a dashingly and winks, murmuring out a smooth and flirty “yes, ma’am. i do i have plans.” for the rest of the dinner, her left leg bounces shakily under the table as he smirks as her from across the way.

because suddenly marriage doesn’t sound so bad, not when it’s marriage to her handsome cowboy goofball; the wedding she would still definitely rather just skip, but she’s sure she can convince tommy of that later. so for the rest of the night and week and month, she is on Red Alert to be proposed to, and unfortunately it just wracks her nerves

but because tommy is Tommy, he lovingly teases and fucks with her just perfectly enough to settle her mind down. he starts mixing in fake-out proposals (he does the shoe-tying one from the office while they’re hiking and watching a sunset during a romantic preproposal date two-person patrol, and she threatens to kick him off the cliff) with joking little asks for her hand in between mundane requests (hey baby, could you be a dear and marry me, then pass me the salt? im kiddin, just kiddin, i aint gonna ask like tha—what? what?? maria! come back!), also mixed with genuinely breathtaking little notes to declare how much he loves her one every few days (a note left on her dresser for her to wake up to one rare morning where tommy was up and out before her: “hey baby. just wanted to let you know how much i love you and how lucky i am to be here with you in my life. you guide me toward a greatness i never thought i could even achieve. i want to make you happy everyday. i can’t wait to call you my wife. seeya at lunch, mi vida. yours, tommy”) until eventually the pressure of being asked The Big Thing isn’t something she’s so anxious for anymore, until thinking about it just makes her smile. she’s looking forward to tommy being her husband more than anything

@bearrycool tysm again baby i got to go to sleep and wake up thinking abt this and it puts a big big big smile on my face

#im gonna stop here bc tbh i still have a million ideas about how he actually gets down and does it #might need some more help to pic one or just #or write many versions lol #BESTIE TYSM FOR ANOTHER GREAT ASK #PROMPT ATP THESE ARE PROMTS #sorry this was more jim and pam than jake and amy maybe but i def hc maria and tommy have jake and amy vibes #title of my sex tape is their thing #bearrycool ur very cool #asked and answered #maria x tommy #proposal #my writing #gonna make a fic out this prolly thank uuuuuu bearry

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fenharel-enaste · 11 months

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Hey babyyyyy as your requests are open hehehhe do you have headcanons for Orson Krennic taking care of a sad/tired reader who is such a good girl? Tysm u r the bestest ever

Hi darling!! 💖💖

Just wrote this for you today! These were supposed to be headcanons, and they are, but somehow I got carried away and it's a kind of drabble too?? Idk what this is sdhbfd but I hope you like it!

Thank you so much for requesting this, I love you 🥹💖

We all know how committed Krennic is to his work, so commited that sometimes it might take him a while to realise that you are unwell. But once he does, he uses every spare minute to make sure you're feeling well. He would even drop everything and take the day off if possible and take you shopping or somewhere fancy for dinner, anywhere that may cheer you up and distract you from your problems.

He can't bear to see his good girl sad and will do everything in his power to distract you and bring a smile to your face.

That's always his first choice, but if you're too tired to go out, you'd stay home and he'd make dinner himself while you rest. Krennic wouldn't be particularly great at giving words of support or comfort - not that he doesn't care, quite the opposite, it's just not his forte to find the right words. But you know he cares by his actions, by how he would cuddle with you on the couch and ask you to tell him everything that's in your mind and your concerns. And he would just listen in silence, searching within himself for any way of helping you. Even though usually all you need is his company, he'd do the impossible to give you what you need.

He'd offer you a bath together, where he'd use your favourite scented candles and massage your back, shoulders and neck, helping you relieve every tense spot in your body. He would wash you with his arms around you as you relax with your back against his chest and your head on his shoulder. You would feel the touch of the loofah sponge exploring your body, pausing longer than necessary on your breasts just for him to listen to your lovely and soft moans.

"Shh, just don't think, my little one."

He'd end up with the sponge between your legs, rubbing you with it until he has you humping it under the foam. When he judged you were needy enough for him, he would drop it and replace it with two of his fingers that he’d slide inside you, finding your sensitive spot and taking care of it so expertly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. In the meantime, he would kiss your neck and whispers sweet nothings and praises in your ear every time he made you cum on his hand.

“Look at my good girl, behaving so well for me. Give me another one love.” No problems or fears anymore, just you and him in your mind and how good he makes you feel.

After your bath, he would take you to bed, where you would sleep, exhausted, content and safe in his arms. Krennic knows that, unfortunately, he'd have to leave early the next morning, so he'd want to cherish every moment of that night with you, his nose buried in your freshly washed hair, wanting to carry your scent in his mind the next day. He would sleep so happy knowing that he made you feel at least a bit better that day.

Tagging some besties: @starlady66 @lady-of-imladris @vellichormybeloved @thesolarangel

#orson krennic #director krennic #director krennic x reader #orson krennic x reader #director krennic smut #director krennic fanfic #orson krennic smut #orson krennic fanfic #x reader #rogue one #star wars #my fics

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gooretrait · 19 days

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Anonymous OC question of the day!

If you could make a character real, which of your OCs would be:

your bestie

your spouse/partner

your secret lover!

your friendly rival

your enemy!

BONUS: do this for other people’s OCs too!

Pass the game along (anonymously or not)

Ooh this is fun!! Unfortunately I haven't managed to get past even second gen with any legacy so I don't have many sim OCs 😂 I'll do my best woth what I've got tho!

My bestie - Hmmm I feel like my sims are all too cool for me 😂 I think I'd love it if my version of Cassandra Lothario-Goth were my best friend tho! We both love literature and music and darker aesthetics, so I think we'd definitely end up being besties through studying at a library or smth

My spouse/partner - I unfortunately don't have a lot of luck with partners and have been known to let myself be unhappy bc of being too scared to be alone and break the comfort and routine I had with that partner. So I think I'd want someone kind, compassionate, and who won't see me as being a walk-over. Bc of this, I think Fern Connors from the Postcard Legacy would be my partner!

My secret lover - I'm going to assume this is like a secret admirer, which is v funny bc I've never had a secret admirer as far as I'm aware 🤣 hmmm maybe Brandi Broke from my rotational gameplay? I really can't think of anyone oops

My friendly rival - I like the idea of being Don Lothario-Goth's friendly rival. Sure I would fight him on sight but there is another sim I have reserved for enemy status and I think Don does have the potential to be a better person

My enemy - Misael Robles you are my enemy and I will fight you until my last breath. If Misael Robles has 100 haters I'm one of them. If he has 1 hater it's me. If he has zero haters I'm dead (in all seriousness, the complexity of someone like Misael makes him a great antagonistic character, and he's definitely someone I'd clash with irl bc of our difference in morals when it comes to cheating and relationships)

Tysm for this ask, anon!!! I really loved thinking about this and remembering my favourite (and not so favourite *cough*Misael*cough*) sims ❤️

#goore answers #anon

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youremyheaven · 9 months

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I agree with your "home wrecker" placements because ik this girl that literally everybody envies(i used to too but my envy turned into girl crush) and even committed guys go nuts for her.she is very popular too like for doing nothing and just existing,every one knew her even her birth time and personal info was revealed,she was stalked. Yet she is least bothered about it cuz people fear her.

She has punarvasu sun (amatyakarka)and saturn.

Pushya mars and mercury(darakarka).

Revati moon (atmakarka)

Rohini venus.

Purva phalguni jupiter.

Bharini rahu and swati ketu.

Swati rising.

Your accurate observations/notes are chefs kiss.All of these placements do sum her up plus lemme tell ya she is racked on top(your 2nd vedic obs post about punarvasu and pushya) and bottom(ig you're yet to make a post bout that) with tiny waist +that gorgeous bitch is tall af and doll like feline face(again punarvasu) with plump lips like she is PERFECT has a great sultry voice and comes from a wealthy family.she is always in some sorta controversy like u mentioned in Jupiter's notoriety.

BUTTTTT what placement gives her a big butt and tall Height?

You are totally free to ignore my ask but i just wanted to let you know that you're a GREAT astro reader/observer. You can just reply with a dot(.) So that new people know that other's really do appreciate your efforts.

Once again tysm for your generously long observations and accuracy.

I luv u and ur blog.

😘😘

omg 😭😭😭thaaank you bestie for being so kind🥺🥺

pushya and punarvasu are associated with "home wrecker/mistress-y " women but claire nakti's entire revati video was about how revati women are home wreckers so thats another nakshatra closely tied to this sort of behaviour 👀

im gonna make a separate post on hourglass ladies👀 so do look out for thaaat

your friend sounds like a total femme fatale 🥵

all that Jupiter + Revati + Venusian + Rahu energy is giving maneater 😩🔥

i wonder whether she has 1h placements, a combination of taurus rashi, 1h and Jupiter can give someone a nice booty 😋😌 along with strong Mars aspects. never met a girly with major Mars placements/aspects that didn't have a great ass tbh 😌🤭

you did say she has Pushya placements and honestly saturnian energy in a chart is what makes someone tall (be it saturnian nakshatras, saturn aspects, saturn 1h) saturn is restriction so instead of expanding horizontally, it retains that and projects vertically in a "yang" way. the opposite of that is Jupiter which often makes the native short, 5'4 is like THE jupiter girl height but Jup influence will make a girl curvy because of the expansiveness of the planet and even though Jup is a "masculine" planet associated with "giving" its undeniable that Jupiter influence creates a unique kind of femininity in its female natives, sometimes because they feel the need to project femininity because internally they "give" to others so much.

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wooahaes · 7 months

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omg hi!! i'm so sorry if this seems a little weird or random but i just really wanted to tell you i absolutely love love your writing and you're definitely my favorite writer out here 😩 uts has been my comfort series (i've literally talked about it to all my besties) and as a hoshi girlie i also fell deeply in love with golden!! (this was meant to be just a Omg You're So Awesome ask but,, do you plan on writing for other members in that same universe? the idea of vernon having to deal with himself falling in love given how he reacted to hoshi is so appealing to me..... i feel like he wouldn't know how to act at all even though it's literally his thing. i love him sm 😫)

thank you for your work and dedication! it really shows through your writing and you deserve all the best ❤️‍🩹 have a great week!!!

hi hiii <3 tysm for the kind words!!

tbh i thought about maybe writing a prequel fic for golden to tell jihoon's story and how he fell in love (even tho it ends in tragedy) :0 but ngl... vernon falling in love and being conflicted is an interesting idea :0 i might play around w it and see where it takes me? i do love the idea though. honestly might be interesting to play around with vernon falling in love w another deity too since it feels like a fun dynamic to explore

tysm for the sweet ask!!! i hope you also have a great week <3

#wooahaes.ask #yjhfreeze

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sarcasticsunshine123 · 2 years

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Sending in another one of these cause I love your writing so much and would love another excerpt <3

(It's not like) I'm in love with you

OF COURSE BESTIE!!!!!

this fic is based on the song 'not like I'm in love with you' by Lauren Weintraub (so you can see where I got the title from djdj) it's a great song and sooo caswen I couldn't get it out of my head and so I messaged the discord and everyone told me to write it so here I am jkfd but I fully recommend the song its sound AND lyrics are soooooo !!!!

pairing: ricky/ej

excerpt:

(context: EJ says someone seems to want him to ask her out, he asks Ricky if he should)

It felt like some kind of test, but for what, he didn't know. Every passing second made him feel like he was drawing closer to failing, and the slight, anticipatory expression on EJ’s face only made him more anxious.

While Ricky knew exactly what it was he was supposed to say, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach kept him from offering any kind of encouragement, so he didn't say anything at all.

There was something charged in the air between them, a tension that only grew as they continued to sit in silence. He had no idea why the thought of EJ dating someone else hurt so much.

Wait, what? Someone else? He wasn't dating EJ! They were just friends, bros. He was happy for the guy! Maybe a bit sad and jealous for himself since EJ would likely ditch him like everyone else once he got a girlfriend, but that was the only reason this hurt. Yeah, that's it!

A new resolve settled in Ricky's gut and he knew he couldn't allow his silly, selfish feelings to ruin it for the guy. He deserved to be happy, even if it meant Ricky was left behind. With that in mind, he smiled at him. “You should go for it, dude!”

EJ looked surprised, but he masked it quickly. “Yeah?”

“Of course!” He grinned, ignoring the twinge of pain in his stomach. “Why not, right?"

He swore he saw a flash of disappointment on EJ’s face when he muttered,“right… why not?” But it was gone so quickly he couldn't be sure.

this is just the first draft so it might read a little clunky but don't worry that'll get sorted later on <33 also it was really hard to cut this down I wanted to post way more but to stop this from being a monster excerpt I cut it down and added context instead, hope that's not too weird fjjd

the concept of pining ej trying to move on while an oblivious ricky tries to figure out why that hurts so much is sooo good I need to finish this, the ideas are all there I just need to write them out better fjfj

anyway this was fun I legit forgot about this fic despite putting it on the list, I'll have to work on it more <33 I hope you enjoy, tysm for the ask!!!

#hsmtmts #caswen #rj #ricky x ej #ej x ricky #sunshine asks #sunshine writes #wip game #this fic my beloved #the song is so caswen i legit cant #ricky spiralling about his feelings and thinking hes noticed them too late for ej 🤭🤪

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soleadita · 1 year

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sliding into your inbox requesting another media explanation because ur post about sports night has intrigued me

aksjdjs HI WINTER i’m so excited that you asked!!

this will be much shorter than my teen wolf reply, because i simply Do Not Know as much and am brand fucking new here (as in i’m literally just on the fourth episode) and, as such, i feel highly unqualified to answer.

i think the gist is that there are two sports anchors (dan, played by josh charles, and casey, played by peter krause), who are work partners/besties (and people ship them, naturally <333). (again. i’m only on episode 4. but there have already been soooo many Moments.) and it’s like a workplace dramedy about them and their lives and the other people who work at the network.

personally i’m having a GREAT time so far because:

(1) it’s hilarious to see peter krause SO YOUNG!!!(this is from 1998 so.) he’s adorable. and also because bobby nash is like a really gentle, genuine, paternal character for the most part, so it’s been fun to see him get to be more sarcastic and like…less nice?

(2) i went through a phase a few years ago when i was like verifiably obsessed with a show called the good wife, and one of my favorite characters (will gardner) was also played by josh charles, and dan is reminding me of will <333

(3) i’m really enjoying the dialogue so far — it’s witty and snappy and there’s a lot of banter, which i LOVE ALWAYS.

(4) i’ve done some scrolling of the tag on tumblr already and i’m REALLY excited to watch the entire show and then dive headfirst into consuming fanworks for it <333 (i know watching something isn’t a prereq for engaging in fan material but alas. that’s my System.)

(5) it’s hard to explain but it’s just GRIPPING my brain in the right way. (i felt the exact same way when i first started watching 9-1-1. so. this could go poorly for me but goddamn it’ll be fun.)

tysm for asking and for enabling my media obsessions. <333

#i am once again rambling about media i am consuming #sports night #leo watches sports night #leo’s asks #winter❄️

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nem0-nee · 2 years

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I don't know if you do interactions but what would Sephira think of Mizuki

Btw (Sephira is adorable 👉👈😳)

I definitely do some interactions! (when I have the time ofc) So please, don't be shy to drop me an ask ;>

But anyways, Seph is pretty naive to Mizuki's reputation, and pretty much just sees her as a cute fox with a great sense of style (maybe even another person to add to her bestie list).

Speaking of her bestie list, Seph would definitely try to become friends with her. If Mizuki isn't fond of a mortal "human" nagging her over questions... this may not end well for our flower girl here.

There's a reason why she is persistent on wanting to become Mizuki's friend; she really, really wants to know her better. Sephira doesn't want to believe what those "stupid and icky rumors" at face value.

I'm really curious as to how this will go ngl. Hopefully it won't result to an overblot incident 😅

Edit: hOO BOY TYSM BTW!! I take pride in my little adorable dumbass, I appreciate the compliment all around 💖✨

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #sephira amaryllis #my art heh

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jinhyun · 2 years

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Oh. My. God. He pushed her away because he's trying to sleep with the other girl? 😑🙄 I almost want to say I'm not surprised it was that shallow, but I am. I expected them to already be fwb with the speed at which she got pushed away. Not that he's been trying to get a quick lay. At this point I'm like 100% team anybody but Hyunjin! Like fuck him, omg. Really want to see her have more fun with Binnie and stop making herself available to hang out with Hyunjin now. I want him to chase her and not understand why. I want him to get so insanely jealous that he can't think straight and then realize "oh these are feelings™" and then have to confront the fact that he's been acting like an ass to her for soooooo long. I want him to realize HE DOESN'T DESERVE HER!! And then watch him scramble to figure out how to win her back. Basically I just want him to suffer. I want him to suffer the way the she has suffered or worse. Cus that's just..... I'm like fuming mad at him now 😤 I can't believe he's such an idiot. Like how does everyone but him know how he feels about her and he doesn't 🤦‍♀️the mixed signals he is sending, no wonder our girl is so confused!

On another note tho, I want to wrap Felix up in all the blankets and give him all the cuddles 😭 he is so soft and I love him being the best friend she deserves. But I also really want to see protective Minho being more than ready to go kill Hyunjin the second she says so lmao!

I hope you had/are having some much needed quality time with your bestie!! Thank you for the update while you're busy 😘🥰 You're amazing! I hope you have a great time but I hope you get some rest too!!

yup, that he did :) at this point it doesn't seem surprising at all tbh, like felix said he's just thinking with his dick and sadly it can backfire any time

all you just said about him suffering... ig we'll just have to wait and see whether karma gets him or not 😭 but it would be good for him to realise what she's worth and stop being an indecisive idiot for once and for all.

LMAO wbk minho would go beat his sorry ass the second y/n said the word. he's been wanting to for a good while now after all...

thank you so much!!! we just finished watching heartstopper and crying about it and now we ordered a 1lt mojito for each and are currently watching kpop funny moments so tonight should be fun lmao. i hope you're doing great too! tysm for this long ass ask, i love these and you sm 😭💖

#ask #tardiscompanion #au: watercolor

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landoncrris · 2 years

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hi bestie, love your work!!!

i was wondering if u could do one with mason, when him and the reader are expecting a baby and mason is always kissing her belly and talking with the bump. maybe one day they're taking care of summer and she with mason are talking with the bump?

hope it makes sense <3

tysm anon!! hope you like it,,, i didn’t mention any of his family names tho because idk tbh, but i hope you don’t mind <3 it’s also not my best but my head was completely blank when i wrote this, i apologise

weekend sleepover - mason mount x reader

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED // MASTERLIST

warnings: english is not my first language, not proofread

word count: 1.7k

gif by @masonmovnt

“Thank you again for taking her.” said Mason’s sister, giving her daughter one last kiss on the head before heading for the door to say a final goodbye to you and Mason.

“Of course, enjoy your weekend.” you murmured, and she gave you one last squeeze before heading out the door while Mason told the little girl in his arms to wave goodbye to her parents.

“We’ll be back Sunday afternoon!” his sister yelled, to which you sent her a thumbs up before they took off and you closed the door. You agreed to look after Mason’s niece again, but for the first time she was staying longer than a day, which made you a little anxious, but on the other hand was the perfect opportunity to practice, as you and Mason would soon be parents too.

“Can we bake biscuits, Uncle Masey?” the little girl’s voice rang out right after you closed the door, making you turn around and see her wrapping her arms around his neck, pleading him with her eyes. Seeing them like that always made you extra broody, and now that you knew you were getting a girl too, you really didn’t want to wait a moment longer to finally have her.

“Well, Aunt Y/N, can we?” Mason asked you, which made you think for a moment, because the last time they were in the kitchen together, most of the ingredients seemed to end up on the floor or walls. But you couldn’t deny it as they both looked at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Sure we can.” you mumbled as you stepped closer to them, watching her clap her hands excitedly and cling even tighter around Mason’s neck, almost strangling him, eliciting a laugh from you. When you got close enough, Mason immediately pulled you to his side, his hand intuitively finding its way to your bump. He’d always have at least one hand on your belly since he knew you were pregnant with his child, even back when nothing was showing yet.

“Do you want to decorate them too and give some to Mommy and Daddy when they get back?” you wanted to know, to which she nodded eagerly, “Alright, I’ll get everything ready.” trying to break free from Mason’s grip, but he wouldn’t let you until he had placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I want kisses too.” she pouted, pulling Mason away from you by his neck, and on the way to the kitchen all you heard was her giggling, echoing through the house as he spread kisses all over her face.

While they were busy baking, you sat across from them most of the time, trying not to get involved in their food fight to avoid having to take another shower today. You had a lot of fun watching them though, also making some videos and sending them to the Mount family group. Everyone gushing about how cute it was and what a great dad Mason will be — which you couldn’t agree more to.

He was so caring of you two, too, always making sure you were okay and immediately getting you anything you wanted or doing anything you wanted — which, to be fair, he did before, but now it felt like he was doing it for your daughter, too, and that only made you love him more. Also, there wasn’t a night in the last two weeks where he didn’t go to bed without saying goodnight to his little girl or telling her how his day was, to which he almost always got a response, as she started kicking around two weeks ago, already loving the sound of his voice.

“You okay?” Mason snapped you out of your thoughts as he sidled up to you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head while his niece was busy decorating the biscuits. You nodded at his question and turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips, smiling as you tasted the dough on them.

“Look! I’m finished.” she called out, whereupon both your heads turned towards her and you had to lean over the kitchen island a little to see it properly, “They look amazing, Princess," you said, getting up from the bar stool, walking over to her and giving her a kiss on the head,

“Are these for your parents?” you pointed at the biscuits decorated with little hearts and the letters M & D. At your question, she nodded and hummed as you brushed the hair that fell in her face behind her ear, “Alright, let’s wrap them up, shall we?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it. And I’ll tidy up too.” Mason said, to which you gave him a grateful look and he winked in response.

“Come on princess, let’s get you cleaned up.” You took her in your arms to carry her upstairs and bathe her as she was covered in flour and her hands stuck together, while Mason was busy cleaning up the kitchen.

As soon as you were both done, you settled down on the couch with the TV on in the background to keep her occupied while she ate. “Come here quickly,” you said to the little girl as you felt your little girl kick against your hand. She did as you said, confused, and climbed onto your lap before you took her tiny hands in yours and placed them where yours had been a few seconds ago.

“Uncle Masey!” she shrieked excitedly as she also felt a kick against her hand, causing him to hum and she told him to get over here quickly, luckily her voice was full of excitement so he knew not to worry.

“Be quiet, sweetie, or you’ll scare her.” you mumbled, to which she nodded and took her hands off your stomach as Mason came back into the room and handed you the tea he made before sitting down next to you both.

“What is it?”

“I felt her kick.” she whispered, and your heart warmed at her cautiousness, feeling her kick again at the sound of her father’s voice, so you took his hand too and put it right there.

“Well look who decided to wake up.” said Mason, making himself more comfortable by lying down next to you and resting his head by your stomach, smiling as he felt another light kick against his hand. At which, you pulled your shirt up so there was nothing separating their hands and your bump.

“Try talking to her, Sweetheart.” You told his niece, moving your arms so that both your hands were playing fiddling with Mason’s and his niece’s hair, watching her face contort as she thought of a topic of conversation.

“Can I tell her about how we baked?”

“Of course you can.” Mason replied to her before she gently placed her fingers on your bump again and began to trace patterns on the skin, just like Mason.

“So, me and Uncle Masey made chocolate biscuits today because they said I could eat all the candy I wanted if I didn’t tell my Mommy and Daddy,” she interrupted herself with a gasp as she felt another kick, and her smile widened even more as you looked admiringly at the two people sitting in front of you stroking your bump. “Go on, she likes you.”

“I like you too,” she whispered a little closer to your bump, eliciting a breathy laugh from you before she carried on, “The biscuits tasted really good, but the whole kitchen was dirty afterwards, Oh, I can’t wait for us all to bake together! I’ll invite my Mommy and Daddy too so Uncle Masey doesn’t have to clean it all up himself.” she laughed and an even higher pitched laugh escaped her as he tickled her lightly, but immediately putting her hand over her mouth,

“We have to be quiet so as not to scare her,” she whispered again, crawling over to you and snuggling into your side to get more comfortable, “now it’s your turn, Uncle Masey.”

“Well let’s see, today in training your Uncle Chilly thought it was a good idea to hide my shoes and wouldn’t tell me where they were, so I had to search the whole training centre to find them—”

“Where were they hidden?” asked the little girl in your arms, who was also listening intently to what he had to say, although you felt her head growing heavier against your chest, while her eyelashes fluttered from time to time because she was tired, for it was almost past her bedtime.

“In a washing machine, which of course was the last place I looked.” he said, looking up at the sight of you, which made his stomach flutter with happiness because he loved the relationship between you and his niece, but equally because he had to imagine you holding his little girl in your arms in about three months’ time, which made him as proud and happy as he’d ever been. He tilted his head slightly to the side to kiss your wrist, as your hand was still buried in his hair, before turning back to your bump and continuing to talk about his day,

“Which also got me in a bit of trouble with your mummy for not being home in time for dinner—”

“Not the first time.” You rolled your eyes, which made him smile sheepishly, while his gaze wandered to his niece again, who had her eyes closed and was fiddling with her fingers in her hair, a habit she always did when she was particularly tired.

“God, I can’t wait to meet you,” he mumbled, pressing a loving kiss to your bump. “We’re going to have the best time ever, I promise. We’ll annoy your mommy so much she’ll hate us.” he whispered the last part, whereupon you gave him a light pat against the back of the neck, which elicited a giggle from him.

Mason leaned up and pressed a brief kiss to your lips, trying not to startle his niece too much before returning to his previous position, “You’ve still got to teach me how to braid hair, love.”

“I will.” you hummed, running your hand back into his hair as you felt him press another kiss to your bump, to which your daughter gave another kick in the exact same spot, which you both smiled at.

“I love you too, my little girl.”

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cheelduh · 3 years

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How to tie up a cute boy

(Highschool Au)

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Parts: 1 2 3

Word count: 4K

Warnings: Swearing, Scaramouche abuse, no Signora slander this time, shit humour.

Synopsis: "Why are you doing homework?" Childe groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

Note: Unedited yet again besties. Tysm for reading :) I got Childe after losing him to mf MONA, istg it was the most stressful moment of my life.

The clock ticks with its pendulum, ridiculing you as it holds the time. The gentle whirring of the air conditioning in the background serves as the icing on the cake to your pent up aggression.

You try not to glare at your phone too much after receiving a text from Childe that told you not to worry, that his dad picked him up and that he was in the comfort of his home, letting the flu blow over.

It took a lot of convincing from his part earlier that morning to get you to go back and actually attend the rest of your classes, making sure to check up on him every break plus the additional "bathroom breaks" you usually never take while in class.

"I can't let you get in trouble for me." He murmured with a small smile that pumped your blood a little faster than usual. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry your pretty little head."

You do exactly that.

You don't even know why you're so worried. He's sick, not dying. Not to mention, you aren't even his girlfriend let alone his friend to care so much.

Your intrusive thoughts don't waste any time. You latch onto the one thought that takes over. He's probably dead. Lying in his bed in a heap of pillows, passing peacefully while his parents are in the other room. He's dead.

Okay, he's not dead. You intrusive thoughts sure do one hell of a job. He'll be fine, and in no time he'll go back to being a reckless distraction in your life that you need to surpass. Just another obstacle to add onto the list of things life has thrown at you.

But for an obstacle, he sure is kind of cute.

You refrain from bashing your head on the desk. School isn't really a preferred environment on your list of top ten places to shrivel up and die.

Speaking of death and all that is evil, why is Childe always on your mind? He takes up every nook and cranny of your day, constantly, and truth be told it's starting to boil your piss.

Every time you close your eyes you see his smug smile, and hear his stupid laugh. He's an annoying little prick who gets a rise out of exasperating you. Yet here you are, terrified by the warmth that blossoms in your heart when you so much as hear his name.

The final bell rings at long last, conveniently before you bite your tongue to avoid screaming, and not another second is wasted once you launch yourself out the door. You dodge through the crowd of students in the hall that are buzzing in excitement from it being a Friday afternoon, and you would be too if you weren't so damn hung up over a ginger with a battlekink.

Locker in view, you make a beeline and spend the next two minutes fumbling with the lock in your hands.

"Woah there cutie," Lisa speaks up playfully. "At this rate you'll break the poor lock with your bare hands."

For a moment you're surprised at her sudden appearance, but then remember that it's normal for her to worm her way anywhere.

"It's just—this lock is being dumb okay? It has no reason being a pain in my ass but it wakes up every day and chooses violence." You hiss through your teeth, a sharp metallic ring invading your ears when you lose it and jostle the combination lock against the door of your locker.

Lisa winces, but smiles teasingly nonetheless. "Want me to give it a try?"

"Please."

Lisa has the door open at record speed.

"I love you Lisa." You confess wholeheartedly, gripping at your chest. "I love you so much—"

"Yeah yeah," She waves you off with a grin. "Now hurry up and go save your boyfriend from the common flu. Archons knows he won't make the night."

You flush at the word "boyfriend" and don't give much thought to the insinuation that lies within the rest of her sentence.

Sliding your skateboard under an arm, you spin on your heel just to bump straight into Scaramouche, who's won the scowl of the century on his face. He's the last person you want to see right now, but apparently the universe wants to have a pissing match with you.

"Give this homework to that idiot Ginger." He shoves a stack of papers into you. "Tell him that once he's done circling the drain, I'm gonna kick his ass." He then leans in, murderous glint in his eyes. "And if you ever touch me again I'll take a shit in your cereal. That's not a threat, it's a promise."

You shiver at the thought of him squatting on your Cheerios, hands becoming clammy as you try and justify yourself. "It was an accident."

Your pitiful excuse earns you nothing from the navy haired boy. "It'll be an accident when I murder your entire family, three generations over."

"Hi Mona!" You wave excitedly over his shoulder at the body of students that are totally not Mona. With elation he fails to conceal, Scaramouche turns to look at the speed of light.

You take the chance to make your escape—not before waving to Lisa, chuckling to yourself. He's down bad.

With great expertise you file your way through the flock of students chattering near the entrance. , you confidently place your skateboard down on the sidewalk, ready to—

Wait—where does he live again?

You sigh heavily, ignoring the sadness as you thank the universe internally for pulling the reigns on your disastrous plan. Checking up on Childe at his house? With his family present? Making a complete fool out of yourself? What are you thinking? The possibilities are horrendous. He probably doesn't even think of you like that, he just likes a challenge and you pose as one.

You turn away to make a run for it in the direction of your home, all the while ignoring the nagging worry in your chest for Childe. He's probably fine anyways, you don't need to check up on him, and if you did he'd likely find a way to spin it and tease you relentlessly.

Although somehow, the thought of being teased by him isn't as dreadful as you'd like it to be.

Suddenly, an idea graces you, one that guarantees your misery by sating your obligation to check up on Childe. A litany of curses escape your mouth. Genius really, the amount of ways you can think of doing something that'll end in your demise.

"Adeptus Xiao." You whisper apprehensively, already regretting your decision. "Adeptus Xiao." Glancing around your surroundings, you barely notice the shadow that looms over you at your backside.

"What do you want mortal?" Unbeknownst to you, he strikes out of nowhere, making you jump back several meters. You manage to muffle a surprised shriek.

Xiao is Venti's -6 ft boyfriend, the vicious epitome of an eboy. He has a scaled tattoo covering up the majority of an arm, a few piercing holes in his ears, all matched up with a disinterested look. Somehow, he always appears out of nowhere if you call out his name. It's sort of disturbing in a way.

His amber eyes pierce through you, forcing a shudder of fear and dread to lace your blood, almost as if he can sense you shittalking him in your head.

With shaky hands, you ask, "Can you tell me where—"

"No."

"You didn't even hear me ou—"

"No."

"Please?"

He refuses to at least pretend to think about it for a moment.

"No."

"Why?" You frown, stomping your foot on the ground childishly.

"Because." He retorts with a lack of interest, but doesn't further explain his point. English teachers must love this kid.

"Okay," You say slowly, casually inspecting his form as you come up with an idea, briefly remembering Lumine mentioning it to you. "How about I give you my share on almond tofu Tuesday."

The lack of interest on his face wavers slightly. Bingo.

"What do you want mortal?" Xiao mutters gruffly, arms crossed, face morphing into subtle annoyance.

You wrack your brain for a proper answer. You can't just outright ask him or it'll seem like you have a thing for Childe, which you unfortunately do, but you'd like to keep a semblance of integrity. Ah yes, the homework!

"I gotta deliver these to Childe." You outstretch the pile of worksheets in your hands. "Except I don't know where he lives. Can you tell me?"

Xiao's eyes glint with danger. "Did you summon me for the trivial task of giving you an address?"

You nod furiously.

"Do humans have no shame?" Its rhetorical. Expressionlessly, he closes his eyes with intent focus, doing what you assume to be locating Childe's exact location.

He blinks an eye open, reaches a hand out. "Give me your phone." Palm waiting.

You hand it over to him almost desperately.

One glance at your bubbly phone case and he doesn't even try to hide his distaste. He taps a few times, then hands it back to you almost immediately.

On the screen is maps, and Childe's home is about a fifteen minute walk away.

Your jaw drops in disbelief. "How did you do that?"

"Easy," He mutters, leaning back against the school gate as the remainder of students walk past the two of you. "Locating demons that need subjugating is but a simple task."

There's a pregnant pause. Demon.

"Childe's a demon?" You gasp, even though you've always had your suspicions. Hence the reason you invest so much in demon-cancelling charms.

"What? No." He mutters with a roll of his eyes, and you note that his irritation grows the more questions you ask. "I had a physics project with him last semester."

That's why the charms don't work.

Your mouth forms an o, in fear that if you keep this conversation going on any longer, he'll snap at you. Especially when your next line of interrogation involves how he's able to appear and disappear into thin air.

It's a magic trick you'll want to master whenever Il Dottore has another conniption fit in the middle of the hallways after Kaeya tells him he looks like he has skid marks.

"Thank you." You say instead, trying to preserve his regard, but by the time you meet his gaze he's already gone with the wind.

—

Childe's home is surprisingly humble, considering the amount of fat stacks of cash he carries around in his fanny pack so care-freely. It's a normal suburban home from what you can tell, a little bigger than normal with a double garage, neatly mowed lawn and a few forgotten decorations from the windblume festival. A series of water guns lay forgotten near the entrance, making their presence known when you stumbled upon them.

It's hard to remain unphased. Especially since such a normal looking home has bred someone as ruthless as Childe.

Maybe it not the home, you think. Maybe it's the way he was raised. You recall a few glimpses of his mother in middle school, but because of your worse for wear memory retention, you can't ballpark her personality type.

As your thoughts wander further down to his parents and early childhood, villain origin story and what not, you're pulled out of your concentration when the door opens. The possible implications of being here are most definitely not in your favor.

Childe's mother is a stunning woman in her mid-forties who sure as hell doesn't show it in that jaw-dropping sapphire dress, topped off with a brilliant smile that makes your knees weak. Like mother like son, you suppose.

With her sudden appearance, strangely enough, you can remember how good her tiramisu bites are.

You take a moment to respond, swallowing thickly, only to stare at her stupidly.

His mother doesn't waste another second before ushering you in, oblivious to your star-struck expression. "Y/N? L/N Y/N? My have you grown. I remember when you were only this tall." She lifts her hand up a little above her waist, the jewels on her fingers dazzling with every movement. "How is your mother doing?"

"She's doing alright, busy with the clinic." You're able to find your words, smiling back at her, able to get somewhat familiar with her warmth. "I hope I'm not intruding. Childe forgot some homework." You say, heaving the short stack up.

"Ajax?" She laughs, shaking her head in disbelief. "I can't believe he's going by that now. I wonder when this phase will be over. He may act tough but he's such a softie, has the biggest heart."

You, in between concealed emotions and giggles that threaten to leak, try to hide the oncoming grin but it's impossible. "Well he's got you to thank for it."

"You flatter me too much Y/N," She fixes the up do, pinning back the blonde hair that deftly frame her familiar cerulean eyes. "I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Her words make you waver momentarily. The fondness you've refused to share, the drawn out stares in the halls, the lingering touches, you don't want to acknowledge it but it's there. Whatever it is.

"I'm so sorry for cutting this short dear," His mother sighs, grabbing her keys off the counter and placing her wallet in an elegant handbag. "My niece is getting married and we're already late. I told Ajax I'd stay if he didn't feel too well but he said he could handle a headache. That boy, I swear, always tries to power through."

You nod in understanding, but wait a minute. A headache?

Scrunching up your face, eyebrows furrowed, you ask. "Headache?"

She frowns, applying another layer of her rouge lipstick hastily in a nearby mirror. "I know dear, how unfortunate. The school nurse said it's a migraine, and I shouldn't fret much, but a mother can't help but worry. If only he weren't so stubborn, like his father."

As if on cue, a loud honk comes from outside.

"That must be him!" She exclaims, hurriedly sliding in her heels, turning back to look at your awkward figure. "Ajax is in his room, it's the second door to the right upstairs. I've made some lasagna for the kids, you ought to have some as well, I'll be upset if you don't—" Another annoying honk cuts her off, to which she scoffs, shaking a fist. "That old man, I'll strangle him in his sleep. I must be going now, goodbye dear." She reveals a twinkling smile at you one last time, waving a slim hand before picking up her heels and making a run for it.

The door closes with an unceremonious thud, gust of wind in its trail, leaving a bewildered high schooler in its wake.

Snapping out of your haze, overwhelming tides threaten to drown you whole. Being in Childe's home, alone, with him a handful of stair steps and a wall or two away, your cheeks are set ablaze.

Now that his mother's gone, you take a second to really look. There are a few toys littered in front of the TV, home covered in with soft throws and coordinated cushions, a lazy sectional plopped right in the middle. The marks on the furniture with all the stories, the light hued mismatched frames hanging on the walls and on all the table, so many pictures of those that resemble him, his brothers, his sisters, his family. You can almost hear the echoing laughter in the halls, the childish squeals and pitter patter of tiny feet slapping the hardwood floor.

This is where he grew up. This is where he retires to after a long day full of gratifying fistfights. This is where he was raised to be who he is today, ambitious and reckless, with the absurd dream to one day rule the world. This is his home.

It's...like being wrapped in blanket, safe and cozy, surrounded by all the love in the world.

Absentmindedly, your fingers trace the outlines of a younger Childe, two missing teeth and eyes full of dreams, hugging the side of his father's shoulder because his small arms can't wrap around them. Not just yet.

You make your way over to the staircase, which has even more frames littered across the wall, one that falls short of hiding the marks of a green crayon—another slice of domesticity you aren't quite accustomed to.

The reality sets in, and you come to a conclusion. This home is definitely not an environment for growing psychopaths, Childe just beats the odds like he beats up kids on the daily.

Your fist hovers over his door as you contemplate abandoning the sheets on a nearby table, but his mother was so sweet and polite, so incredibly hospitable, you wouldn't have the heart to make a run for it.

"I can see why he can't stop talking about you."

Three consecutive knocks. If he doesn't answer, you'll leave them at the door.

"Mama," Childe's muffled groans stem from the other side, and oh, you want to revel in the grave undertone of his voice because it's certainly not a common occurrence. "I told you I'm fine. You can go okay? I don't want you to be late, just need to sleep it off."

You blink, lips curling, and then knock again.

"Mama," He whines again, and it has you grinning mischievously. He's a mommy's boy, he has to be. The thought envelopes your heart with a newfound fondness. "Just come in and hurry."

You eagerly take in the room once you slip in, eyes scanning over every little detail, until they zero in on the heap of sheets smack dab on the single bed, a pair of feet dangling off the edge, topped with a comforter thrown over leisurely.

Childe's facing away from you, head dipped in between his shoulders, probably trying to find a position that's more comfortable. He's shivering, sweating at the same time. His mother must've been too preoccupied to notice. This isn't the first time he's used his exceptional bullshitting finesse.

"I can't believe you lied to your mother," You cross your arms, leaning back against the door.

With a jerk, Childe flings into a sitting up position, wide awake and aware of everything that is going on, a stark contrast from nearly seconds ago.

He blinks at you in shock, once, twice, rubs his eyes a bit, relaxes, then leans back, out of it completely. "For a sleep paralysis monster, you sure are kind of cute."

"For and idiot you sure are an idiot." You snort back.

"Wait a minute," He mutters slowly, jaw dropping. "You're actually here?!"

Ignoring his question, you opt to slap the papers on his desk to ignore your clammy palms. "Homework."

"And here I thought you came here all this way to be my personal nurse." He smirks, recovering from his momentary shock fairly swiftly. Doesn't refrain from giving you that shit stain of a bad boy grin, even with a flushed face and concavity under his eyes.

"I can be your personal mortician instead."

"I didn't know you were into role play babe, but I'll take what I can get." He winks, but is punished by a sequence of coughs that earn a wince from you.

"Headache?" You tease after he quiets down, but he remains as cavalier as always.

He sighs, sides of his lips still arched upwards. "My parents barely have any time to themselves, it's so hectic with the kids. What kind of son would I be if I couldn't even give them this?"

He must've threatened Barbara.

"You're," You inhale, briefly letting the silence hang between you two, mulling over what you wish to convey. sweet.

"Irresistible? Hot? Sexy?" He starts casual, arrogant smirk widening.

"Kind of not a complete asshole, is what I was going to say."

"Careful girlie," He narrows his eyes on you, playful lilt in his tone. The comforter is allowed to slip past his shoulders to reveal the goods that lie underneath, the complete naked chest of a post-puberty highschool boy who sprays too much axe. Full pectorals are something to pay for, stringed with smooth muscles that ripple their way over his toned shoulders. "If you keep teasing me like this, I can't promise I'll be the nice guy."

"One more time from the top," You bite back, avoiding staring at him for too long. "Without the congested nose this time."

With great expertise, he weakly throws a pillow at you, and you watch it exceptionally land at your feet, barely grazing the tips of your socks.

"Impressive," You whistle, not impressed.

He pouts, shivers, then is dunking his head back into the welcoming embrace of his plush collection of pillows.

With a sigh, you plop down on his chair, grab a pen and begin calculating derivatives.

"What're you doing?" He doesn't even turn your way, voice muffled.

"Homework," You reply nonchalantly, trying to calm your nerves. "unless you want me to get you something to eat, considering you puked out your gogurt on Barbara's shoes earlier. Congrats by the way, you're hit listed by her fan club."

"Why are you doing homework?" He groans, rolling off to the side and kicking off the blanket to expose himself in nothing but a pair of boxers. "I'm literally right here, naked and defenseless. Why aren't you taking advantage of me?"

He really has an IQ below room temperature.

Burying the formidable obligation to clock him in the face on behalf of society, you slowly get up to approach his bed, to which he grins widely in disbelief.

Apprehensively, you climb onto his bed, and he scoots over, excitement as clear as day. His hair's a wild mess from all the shifting, almost makes you want to card a hand through it. Your heart nestles it's way in your throat at the sight of his blazing blue eyes.

You pity him for what you're about to do.

"Relax Childe," You lean over him with confidence you never knew you had to begin with, face hovering inches before his. Your fists strategically grip the comforter on either side of him. "We have all day after all."

Although you attempt to pay no heed to his quivering hand that snakes up to find solace on your hip, you momentarily shiver at the tenderness.

He's eating this up and leaving no crumbs. Closing his eyes in anticipation, his lips tremble when he tries to close in the distance.

Abruptly, you cross both handfuls of sheets over his body, tying them securely in place to keep him docile. He struggles in your grip, eyes snapping open in surprise. "Wuh-What."

"Did you really think you had a chance?" You cross your arms, stepping back to get a good look at your handiwork.

"Honestly?" Childe huffs, struggles some in his restraints. "I wasn't really thinking."

"Typical," You scrunch your nose up, unscrunch, and then exhale. "You stay here and I'll go make you some soup. Well, not that you can really move but you get the idea."

"You're really going to leave me here like this?" He pouts cutely, melting you, and the sick bastard knows of his power.

"Relax," You wave a hand, "I may be evil but I'm not Scaramouche."

Meanwhile, Scaramouche sneezes as he tries to ask Mona out, falling straight on his ass from the kick back, making a complete fool out of himself. Mona doesn't mind though, finds it endearing.

Back at Childe's room, he raises a brow, expectant.

Going through the five stages of grief, you do something you've been wanting to do for a while, succumbing to the immense feeling.

Closing in the distance between you two, you suck in a breath and gently tilt Childe's head to the side. He blinks quickly, not quite expecting your sudden forwardness, about to say something that doesn't matter as soon as you place a tender peck on the side of his cheek.

Time stops, the world coming to a halt completely. A moment made in history, one you won't ever forget, fresh in both your minds from forward on.

And then you stagger away as if you've been stabbed.

"Soup!" You squeak, appalled by the sheer boldness of your actions. "I'll go make soup while you rest."

Childe, frozen, stares at you incredibly confused, and then beams.

Dear Archons, what have you done.

#genshin impact #genshin impact oneshot #childe x reader #childe #fanfic #genshin oneshot #kaeya alberich #dottore #genshin tartagalia #tartagila #lumine genshin impact #mona genshin impact #aether #barbara genshin impact #ajax x reader

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forsworned · 3 years

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I don’t think this is the request box but I’ll ask anyway hope that’s ok!

Can I get a day off of Mitsuri and Kyojuro just being besties and hanging out with Senjuro? Their friendship and mutual love for Senjuro don’t get enough attention!

Your writing is great and I love the attention you give to everyone’s feelings/reactions

watermelon spitting contest [mitsuri; kyoujurou; senjuro]

warnings » none,pure floof

word count » 0.4k

categories » multi

relationships » mitsuri kanroji x kyoujurou renguko x senjuro renguko

characters » mitsuri kanroji, kyoujurou renguko, senjuro renguko

author’s note » tysm that means a great deal to me! i'm glad you are attentive to my writing style makes me feel special!

Mitsuri and Kyoujurou didn't get very many days off but when they did they would spend it with Senjuro at the Renguko Estate's courtyard. Senjuro would busy himself with making snacks for the both them which Mitsuri would enjoy the very most since her apetite was always raging. When Senjuro had brought out watermelon, Kyoujurou was most amused.

"Senjuro, let's have a watermelon spitting contest!" He beamed at him taking a large bite of the succulent fruit.

Senjuro grinned at him and took a seat next to him as he grabbed a watermelon to commence their competition.

"You, too, Mitsuri!" Kyoujurou nudged at her to take one as well.

"O-oh okay!" Her face pinkened as she took her share and chowed down.

"Ready," Kyoujurou began as he swished the watermelon seeds in his mouth. "set, go!"

And the spitting commenced. Senjuro, however, seemed to be the winner. "Wahoo!" The little fiery headed one cheered as he jumped for joy. Mitsuri and Kyoujurou giggled at his burst of excitement. For a moment, Mitsuri snuck a peek at the pair. She had grown so fond of the two and they had become inseparable. She never wanted days like these to come to an end.

"Are you alright, Mitsuri?" Kyoujurou asked grasping her attention away from her inner thoughts.

"Y-yeah! I was just thinking about how I should've won." She stammered. The same rosy tint was still basking on her cheeks as she took a mouthful of juicy watermelon.

"No way! I'll beat you both, again!" Senjuro proclaimed with his fist in the air. And he was very sure of it, too.

"Maybe, I'll be the one to beat both of you this time!" Kyoujurou was now the one claiming his place for number one.

"Nuh-uh! There's only going to beone victor and it's going to be me!" Senjuro sat between the both of them with what now seemed to be a total game face. Kyoujurou and Mitsuri shared a look before hiding their giggles and began what was another round of many.

#mitsuri kanroji #mitsuri fluff #mitsuri x kyoujurou #renguko #renguko kyoujurou #kyoujurou rengoku #senjuro #senjuro rengoku #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x renguko #demon slayer imagines #renguko fluff #character x character #renguko senjuro

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okmcintyre · 3 years

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Clarke and Bellamy for the ship meme! I'm curious if you ship them with people other than each other. =)

Omg tysm for the ask @ailec-12 ☺️ I was really hoping to get some T100'ers sending these in, I love so many ships on that show.

Top 5 ships for Bellamy (in reverse order!)

5) Bellamy x Gabriel: In a completely different life, I think these two would've had a lot in common. They're both nerdy, but Gabriel is definitely a little more grounded to balance out Bellamy's big, reckless heart.

4) Bellamy x Echo: It's the enemies to lovers, for me! Their relationship had big warrior energy and I loved watching it!

3) Bellamy x Gina: I thought Gina was lovely and saw right through Bellamy's crap lol, it made them a good match. Adored her!!

2) Bellamy x Murphy: Oh, the potential ✨

1) Bellamy x Clarke: Haha, I know, you're shocked right? 😉 I will die on the hill that they were THE BEST love story & deserved so much better than they got!

(*Roan deserved to be on this list too. And Raven! I think Bellamy's the guy that can make it work with anyone? Again, big 'ole heart)

Top 5 ships for Clarke (in reverse order!)

5) Clarke x Gabriel: I think Clarke and Gabriel were a great match as friends actually. We see them work well together, they read each other quite well. If they'd been able to spend more time together, I could've seen it.

(Or Clarke x Josie in another life?? Isn't that the BEST worst idea you've ever heard!?)

4) Clarke x Raven: They would've driven each other insane, maybe, but especially in the early days I really couldn't seen it happening. It would've served Finn right, too 😏

3) Clarke x Lexa: This ship intrigued me enough to watch the show again after I'd given up on it, it drew me back in! There were some things about them together that I really loved!

2) Clarke x Murphy: They would've been SUCH a power couple. The salty energy alone would've been unforgettable. I love their dynamic already and if you added romance into that? Would've been GOLD🔥

1) Clarke x Bellamy: They had one of the best stories I've ever watched on TV. I mean, the two of them were so against getting to know each other, at first. Then quickly turned co-leaders (I need you!), turned into besties (We can't lose Clarke!), turned into people who were so clearly in love and had too much at stake to ever talk about it (All those cut short conversations bc the world was ending!!). They had depth to their dynamic: details like that Clarke and Bellamy both had loved other people already. It felt more authentic that way. Their relationship had been beautifully breadcrumbed-in, built up and woven into the fabric of the story for SIX YEARS. I can't let 5 and a half episodes of dumb writing direction spoil that, for me. 🤷‍♀️

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#The 100 #ship game!!#tysm for asking op! ☺️ these are fun!#bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellarke #clurphy #murphamy #Why do I ship John Murphy with everyone??!#ask away!#gabellamy #becho #clabriel #clexa

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biggest fan ; atsumu miya

(1) "maybe he's my laptop wallpaper"

synopsis ; you are the youngest bokuto, and the biggest atsumu miya fan in all history (self proclaimed) so just your luck that a threat from your older brother to go to his game ends in you meeting your celebrity crush, and trying to not freak out, but oh what chaos ensues...

perfumers guide ; is the best friend literally just me inserting into my OWN FANFIC?? W A BOKUTO LOVE STORY? yeah fuck off let me have what i want its my fanfic motherfucker,, u, our beautiful mc, are a fangirl/boy/them/idc,, also i referred to ur friend as ur friend the whole fic, might give them an alias later on but idk for now,, tysm to my loves @scouts-ahoy and my bestie indigo for betaing for me <3 ily guys sm <3

perfume ingredients ; light cursing, rlly funny friend, fanperson-ing???, idk tw atsumu miya/j, bokuto being a butthead brother, gn reader (hopefully it comes across as such), omi being a bad friend/j,, cheesy corny romance movie esc love story <33,, written like a wattpad fanfic so sucks for u

word count ; 1388 words

“I can’t believe he blackmailed me like that!” You cried out, standing outside the building of the volleyball game you were attending.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t gonna show up anyways. Besides, he got us front row seats! Isn’t that awesome!” Your friend of many years squealed, adjusting his shirt before turning to you with a smirk, “Plus~ after, we’re going to dinner with your future boyfriend~” They teased, and you squeaked, chasing after them as they laughed. You both got in line and entered the building, packed full of people as you talked while walking to your seats according to your tickets.

A week prior your brother, Kotaro, had burst into your room in the apartment you shared, jumping on the bed and shoving two tickets to his next game. You had said you would buy your own tickets, since you wanted to be independent and were sick of relying on "big bro ko ko" but he interrupted you, threatening that if you didn’t take them he would tell Atsumu, his teammate, about your “big fat enormous super fan googly disgusting mushy gushy crush” on him and so you begrudgingly took the tickets. You decided to go with your friend, who was more excited to see your brother than the actual game.

“I can't believe you’re a brother banger…” You murmured. Your friend turned to you, a look of mock betrayal on their face.

“Honey Boo Bear! You dare think I’d cheat on you my beloved snookums?!” They said overdramatically and very loudly. You giggled, playing along with their antics with a smile.

“Pumpkin wumpkin! I can see you have feelings for another who is not me!”

“No! My cuddle wuddle baby poo I would never!-” They said, cut off by your laughter, followed by their own. Of course, even if you were pissed at Ko for blackmailing you into going, you couldn’t deny your excitement to see the Atsumu Miya, who had been the apple of your eye since you first saw him play with your brother. You had created a fan twitter for him for christs sake! That fucking enamored. But, even if he was on the same team with Kotaro, you had never met him face to face.

You had dazed off and couldn’t see nor hear your friend, before they had shaken you back into consciousness.

“Oi! The game is about to start, dumbass!” They said, and you turned to look, seeing both teams enter the court. Your friend screamed and chanted when they saw Kotaro, who waved at the both of you with energy filled motions. And then, as if in slow motion, entered the “love of your life.”

He was like a renaissance statue, carved from the finest marble and shaped into this beauty. His eyes were filled with life as he waved to all his fans, and when he swept his gaze over to where you were standing, it felt as if time stopped. It was like that scene from every cheesy romcom movie where the main character’s heart pounded erratically, and just like in a movie, the breath from your lungs was stolen away. Were you in heaven? This is totally heaven right?

His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Like molten gold, the sun's reflection on a lake. Like the sweetest caramel, that you could practically taste on your tongue. Atsumu seemed frozen as well, before Shoyo came over and shook him awake, turning to the court with a single glance back at you.

“Oh my god I think I might die.” You said, practically falling into your companions arms, who raised a brow at you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” They asked, a concerned expression on their face.

“Did you not see?!?! We made eye contact!! For like! A minute! And now I’ve fallen in love with him and I want his children!” You screamed, and they clasped a hand over your mouth quickly.

“One, crowded area, don’t say that shit out loud. Two, what’s the big deal? Weren’t you already in love with him?” They said, tilting their head to the side to look at you.

“Yes but like we’d never made eye contact! And I’m like! His biggest fan!” You squeaked, your voice cracking as you cleared it, looking desperately at your friend.

“How big?” They asked, and you gave an exasperated sigh.

“Maybe he’s my laptop wallpaper..” You murmured, twiddling your hands together. “Laptop wallpaper” had been an inside joke between you two to measure the depth of your obsession. Laptop wallpaper being the biggest, and twitter profile picture being the lowest.

“Oh my god big big…” They whispered, and you two continued to talk over your dilemma as the game went on.

As the game came to an end, with another victory for the Jackals, the two of you ran down the steps with special access passes, also gifted to you by Kotaro, and ran to congratulate the team. There was a sappy moment where your friend jumped into Kotaro’s arms rambling about how amazing he was, as he walked over to you and raised his hand for a high five, which you begrudgingly gave.

“You suck, butthead.” You said with a smile, and he grinned at you, as you walked off to a brooding black haired man, who was staring off in another dimension before you called his name, “Hey Omi! You did great!” You cheered, and he turned to you with a semi-smile.

“Thanks little Bokuto.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“The least you could do is say my name!” “I think little Bokuto works just fine.”

“Omiiii! That is so cruel and mean! I am going to report you on Stop It!” You said, and he laughed. Kiyoomi has been your friend since high school. You didn’t like the idea of being overshadowed by your brother, so you chose a school where no one would recognize you as his sibling, and bumped into Kiyoomi. Literally. And decided to stick around the brooding loner who preferred to eat lunch on the rooftop away from the hordes of people.

“So, did you totally fitz out when Miya came on court?” He said with a knowing smirk, causing your face to heat up as you cried out in protest.

“I did not!”

“They totally did.” Shoyo interrupted, and you spun around to throw a fake punch at him. He dodged with ease and stuck his tongue out at you, and you did the same.

“Shut up!” You yelled, groaning when the two laughed at you, “I’m gonna wait outside for you guys! And Omi! You smell horrible!” You cried, grinning in triumph at his annoyed face, looking at himself covered in sweat and sighing.

You walked out of the gym, waiting outside the doors as you said you would, opting to scroll through your phone idly.

“Yer Bokuto’s sibling right?” A light voice asked by your ear, which caused you to jump and throw a punch out of instinct. A groan and head of blonde hair that you’d seen hundreds of times in twitter edits and your dreams made you gasp. “You sure know how to throw a punch huh? Yowch,” Atsumu grunted, holding his stomach as you panicked and apologized, to which he laughed, “It’s okay! I didn’t give no warnin’ so I scared ya! I get it!” He said, and you blushed profusely.

You just punched your celebrity crush in the stomach, there goes your dreams of a fanfiction type first meeting. You sighed, putting your hand out to shake his as you introduced yourself.

“I’m Atsumu Miya.” “Well obviously.” You said and then gasped at how rude that must’ve sounded. You were about to apologize again until he laughed. He looked at you with those eyes again.

“Yer real funny! I hope yer goin’ to dinner with us, it’d be totally boring without ya.” He said, and you nodded.

“Of course, I promised my brother.” You said, and he did a small fist bump, before pausing and taking out his phone, passing it to you.

“Put yer number in there, pretty please.” He said, and you nodded, typing your phone number and name. He smiled when you handed his phone back, checking the time before whispering curses, “Fuck, I still gotta change, but I’ll see ya at the dinner kay? See ya round pretty!” He called and you waved goodbye blushing at the compliment and chuckling before the realization set in.

“OH MY GOD I JUST GAVE MIYA ATSUMU MY NUMBER HOLY FUCK”

extra;;

"you are so loud..."

"shut up ko you're fat."

olivonie 2021

reblogs are welcome !! pls !!!!

#olivonie ;;#biggest fan ;;#atsumu miya ;;#haikyuu ;;#I AM SO TIRED THIS TOOK...FOREVER???? FOR WHAT???????#guys pls reblog like i beg u #i will kiss ur feet #also atsumu #help the yer brought me pjhysical pain....#why is he like this.......#ALSO IM SRRY FOR TERRIBLE CHARACTERIZATION I SUCK </333

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