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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years

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What did you just say? - Trent Alexander Arnold x Reader

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Warnings: sexual references

summary: In which the reader doesn’t think that Trent and her are ready for kids.

Trent’s mom opens the door as you and Trent stand out in the cold winter air. She let’s you in with a big smile and leads you down the hallway of her beautiful home.

Kids jumping around from left and right as you made sure there was enough amount of space between Trent and you. You didn’t want him to touch you. It would surely push you over the edge.

You faked a smile, greeting all his relatives and family. Handing out some late Christmas gifts to Trent's brothers all the while seeing him joke around with his younger cousins in the corner of your eyes.

Suddenly what otherwise would be so normal seemed crazy to you. The way he played football with them and the way he laughed when his mom yelled at them telling them to stop. It made you sick to your stomach. How could he have just dropped that on you?

It had all started this weekend when you hung out with his teammates partner Perrie. You visited her and her four month old baby because the club had to travel out of town for a game. Wanting to help her out while her partner was gone, you decided it be fun to have a girls weekend with, of course, her little baby boy Axel.

But it was fun. Although the child admidittely wasn’t an easy one, it was still nice to spend time with your friend. And Perrie truly appreciated that you’d go for a walk or grocery shopping with her son so she could rest for a little while.

It was all good and fun. Until your boyfriend and Alex came back. Perrie had cooked a nice welcome home dinner for the guys while you watched the baby in the living room the whole afternoon. Playing with him and singing to him as you rocked him in your arms.

When the doorbell rang you immediately told Perrie you’d get it. Opening the door, holding a sleeping Axel in your hand to see your boyfriend and his teammate standing there. Both holding suitcases in their hands and the biggest smiles plastered on their faces.

Ox gasped, immediately wanting to scream when he saw his little baby boy.

„Shh…“ you gestured, sending him a weak smile „He’s finally asleep.“

„Oh, sorry…“ he chuckled as he entered the house. Trent following behind him still smiling from ear to ear. What was up with him?

„Hey baby…“ you whispered, pecking his lips all the while still holding the baby.

„Hey honey.“ Trent smiled, taking off his backpack. The grin still plastered on his face.

And he didn’t stop smiling once for the whole evening. After thinking about it, you figured he was just happy to be home.

„Oh no! He’s crying again.“ Perrie sighed just as she wanted to dig into her ice cream. You sat next to her at the dinnertable opposite Trent and Ox.

„It’s okay I’m full anyways.“ you giggled, getting up „I’ll go get him.“

„Thank you so much babes.“ Perrie sighed as you walked into the living room.

You picked up Axel from the crib he was laying in. Swaying him in your arms softly, so he’d calm down. After a little while he finally did so you decided to bring him over to the dinner table.

„Look who’s awake.“ you giggled, walking into the room as all eyes landed on you.

„Awww…“ Perrie smiled as you took a seat next to her.

„So were where we.“ you chuckled, looking at Trent and Ox „You were taking about the opponent being unfair?“

„Oh yes. Exactly they were totally…“ Ox started ranting, while you patted Axels back. He was slowly getting drowsy again, his head laying against your chest as his eyes started to flutter.

You tried to listen to what Ox was saying but couldn’t help but feel Trents eyes on you. He was sipping on his water, the same grin he had all night plastered on his lips as he watched your every move.

„What?“ you mouthed, furrowing your eyebrows and shaking your head.

„Nothing…“ he chuckled, readjusting himself in his seat before continuing to listen to his friend.

Only every once in a while you could feel his eyes fall on you again. Looking at you different than normally.

„Trent.“ you giggled, hands on the steering wheel as you drove down the dark street.

„What?“ Trent squealed, not being able to hold in his laughter.

It had gotten pretty late but you where now finally on your way home. Trent sitting next to you resting his elbow against the window as he watched you drive his car.

„What?“ you laughed, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows „You know exactly what. Why do you keep looking at me like that?“

„Like what?“ Trent acted oblivious, making you shake your head.

„You know exactly like what!“ you exclaimed, fed up with him acting so mysterious „You have been looking at me weird all night!“

„I’m not looking at you weird.“ Trent laughed and you rolled your eyes. Anyone from a million miles away saw that he looked at you strangely tonight. Even Perrie had commented on him being oddly happy before you guys had left.

„Yes you did!“ you insisted as you pulled over to the side of the street. Trent looked at you, trying to hold back his laughter. You really could be petty „If you don’t tell me I won’t drive you home.“

„Are you serious?“ your boyfriend chuckled, furrowing his eyebrows. You smacked your lips together turning off the engine of the car in a swift motion „Yes I am serious!“

„Alright…Alright!“ he held up his hands defensively „If I looked at you weirdly it’s only because you looked really beautiful tonight.“

„I’m literally wearing sweats Trent.“ you raised your eyebrows, not really believing him.

„So? Your still hot.“ Trent whispered before leaning over to you and pressing his lips against you jaw.

You hesitated for a second, smiling as his mouth travelled down your neck. When he reached that sweet spot you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

„Wow… That easily huh?“ Trent laughed but you didn’t even let him finish. You wrapped your arms around his neck before eagerly pressing your lips on his.

„Shut up.“ you smiled into the kiss before hovering over the middle of the car, not breaking the kiss once.

Now sitting on top of Trent, you straddled him while he ran his hands down your back before resting them on your butt.

„You’re amazing.“ Trent moaned into the kiss as you pushed your tounge into his mouth. Trent started putting his hands under your hoodie before pulling it over your head, leaving you in nothing but a black lace bra. He ran his fingers through your messy hair as he started kissing down your neck once again.

Your hand started unbuckling his belt as you both were already out of breath. And then just when you started opening his pants he dropped it.

„Let’s make a baby.“

First you thought you didn’t hear him right. Stopping in your movements as he continued to kiss you. After a while Trent caught on that you stopped, he pulled away from you breathlessly with furrowed brows.

You just looked him in the eyes, trying to make sense out of any of this.

„What did you just say?“

So you see how it could be awkward to spend the day with his family, not even 24 hours after he had told you something like that.

After him dropping that he wanted a freaking baby like it was nothing, the two of you went through all the stages of arguing. First Trent tried to deny ever saying it, telling you, you must have misunderstood him. But you knew what you had heard.

Then after driving home, both not saying a word he finally admitted to having said it.

„Okay so what’s the big deal if I did say it?“ Trent said, closing the door behind him as you turned on the light in the hallway.

„What’s the big deal? Seriously Trent?“ you hissed, not believeing he actually was thinking something like this „We are both too fucking young. God, you just turned 23 Trent and you seriously are thinking about having kids?“

„Yes, so?“ he hissed, throwing his bags on the ground „We have been together for over two years and all of our friends have kids…“

„Are you fucking serious Trent!“ you yelled, thinking he had lost his mind „Till ten minutes ago I didn’t even think about if I even want kids at all. How can you act like this is normal?“

„So you don’t want kids?“ Trent asked, looking at you shocked.

„What? No…“ you shook your head, trying to explain yourself „I just don’t think I’m ready for that. I honestly don’t know what the future holds…“

„It’s okay.“ Trent then said, eyes glued onto the ground „I think you've made yourself pretty clear.“

You still didn’t understand how he had made you the asshole in this situation. But now here you were at his moms house as he basically ignored you the whole afternoon.

Then when all his family had gathered around the living room as you sat inbetween Trents brothers, things got even worse.

You watched as Trents aunt handed him her newborn baby girl Emma. She was admittedly the cutest little thing. And god, the look on Trents face just broke your heart into a million pieces.

Phasing all out the happy laughter and cheering as you watched your boyfriend hold this small creature in his arms. You must have stared at him for what felt like a million years when suddenly you were pulled back to reality by a hand being placed on your shoulder.

Only now you realized all eyes in the room where laid on you. Trent looked at you worriedly when you figured what had happened. Fuck, had you just started crying in front of his whole family?

„Are you okay honey?“ Trents mom asked, caressing your shoulder. You nodded, wiping your tears before getting up „Please excuse me.“

Without looking back you for another second you left the living room.

You silently cursed to yourself as you tried to save your smudged makeup in the bathroom. So much for waterproof mascara. It was only waterproof when trying to wipe it from your skin.

Soon you looked even worse than before as a soft knock appeared on the door.

„No go away Trent!“ you insisted, knowing it was him just by the way the knock sounded.

„I‘ll not go away. Let me in.“ your boyfriend exclaimed as he tried to open the door by pushing the doorhandle down over and over again.

You hated when people did that.

„Trent.“ you sighed before walking the door and turning the key. Opening the door holding a bunch of tissues in your hand to reveal a sad looking Trent.

„Baby.“ he sighed, seeing the state you were in before closing the door behind him.

„Ah, forget it Trent.“ you mumbled, continuing to try to remove the black tint from under your eye.

Trent wrapped his arms around you waist as he stood behind you. Putting his face in the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath in before placing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You watched him through the mirror with a frown. His eyes met yours as you sighed „I really love you Trent. You know that right?“

„Yes I do…“

„And I want to have kids with you… One day.“ you stated as he gave you a weak smile „I’m just not ready right now.“

„I know baby.“ Trent nodded, turning you around to look you in the eyes „It‘s just that I know you‘ll make a great mother one day. And I honestly can’t wait for that.“

You chuckled lightly before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck as you pulled him closer to give him a soft kiss.

„You’re also going to make a pretty mediocre daddy.“ you whispered with a mischievous smile placed your lip.

Trent put his hand over his heart as he gasped „Ouch!“

You laughed, trying to reconnect your lips but he pulled away with a grin on his face.

„Nah, that’s shocking that. I won’t even kiss you right now.“

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elysiumwaits · 3 years

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Hey! If you haven’t heard, I haven’t been able to write much lately because I’ve been (and still am) very, very sick -- getting closer to answers, though. So instead, I thought I’d just recap all of the complete winter/holiday-themed fics I was able to do last year or through 2020, in case anyone felt like rereading. Some of them are from my smaller fandoms, and some of them are very, very niche, lol! Some of them are just other fandoms, which are not small, but don’t get as much of my time.

I’ve marked which are winter-themed, and which are Christmas-themed, as well as rating, fandom, pairing, and such. Thanks so much for your patience with me! Happy reading!

Summary: Billy's here to make sure that Steve gets everything he wants for Christmas. Or, the Shameless Harringrove Christmas PWP.

Notes: The absolutely ridiculous Christmas PWP I wrote in 2019, best read while listening to Bruce Springsteen’s “Merry Christmas, Baby.” If you want all of the Christmas tropes with a good dash of PWP and some fluff to boot, well. Here it is.

Summary: When it’s all said and done, Stiles ends up in the old Hale cabin in northern Washington. Derek is waiting for him.

“I…” Stiles starts, and then stops again because he’s not sure how to finish the sentence. There’s a hundred things he could say, starting with, “I’m sorry for showing up without warning you first,” and ending with, “I don’t know why you sent me the key but I’m really fucking glad you did.”

Summary: A year and two months after coming out of cryo in Vault 111, Derek celebrates Christmas in the Commonwealth with Stiles, the mysterious Railroad Agent.

Notes: Otherwise known as the Fallout 4 fusion not one single person asked for. You're welcome.

Summary: Eliot's projecting and reading into everything a little deeper than he should be. Spending some unplanned time squatting in someone else's cabin to wait out a snowstorm isn't the most ideal place for love confessions (and subsequent inevitable rejection), but he doesn't exactly get to pick.

Notes: Little bit of angst, some pining, some fluff, lots of emotions, all stuffed into one Eliot. Add a cabin, snowed-in, and some Parker and Hardison trying to show Eliot he is wanted and loved.

Summary: It's not only the snows of Emprise du Lion that have chilled Dorian to the bone.

Notes: A hurt/comfort fic, as quiet and soft as the falling snow. Written as a gift.

Summary: Elsa banished herself five years ago, leaving behind everything and everyone that she's ever known. She both dreads and hopes for the day that Axel finds her out here in her winter forest.

Notes: An explicit crossover fic, written as a gift. Alternate Universe, with reunions and feelings galore. I had a lot of fun writing this one.

Summary: Kasumi's secret admirer is not so secret.

Notes: A small, cute fluff fic written as a gift for Chocolate Box.

Everybody Wants a Flame | MCU | Harley Keener/Peter Parker | T | ~10k | Christmas

Summary: Harley accidentally tells the world that he's secretly Spider-Man at the annual Winter Charity Auction and Gala. Which is a problem, because Harley isn't Spider-Man. Peter is.

Notes: In which Harley Keener and Peter Parker do the whole falling in love thing against the backdrop of a messy Winter Gala and tabloid scandal. Oh, and also, there’s kind of a Spider-Man emergency. For Peter, who is Spider-Man, not Harley. Written as a gift in the MCU Christmas Exchange.

#my fic #my writing #harringrove #sterek #winter fic

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ill-skillsgard · 4 years

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The Countdown - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ mentions of sex/cheating/mature themes **This part contains anal sex**. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: Merry Crisis, my loves! I know a bunch of you have been waiting for this part and I’m sorry it took so long for me to write. I’m glad you’re still into our not-so-good Christian boy because I love writing him and I adore the prompts you send in. Let me know what you think with a comment and/or a reblog! Happy holidays and I hope you all have a safe new year! Much love and kisses!

Read more Henry x Mistress imagines here > Masterpost

She pulled the stem off a cocktail cherry nestled between matching lips. Watching her from afar, covered in glitter, wearing a paper crown and licking the sugar off the rim of a glass was all the excitement he needed in one evening. But the night was only picking up. One hour remained until midnight, and Henry’s buzzing head flooded with emotions. He turned down another round so he would be of sound mind to celebrate the ball drop with her in crisp, clear memory.

First, he thought about Christmas.

It had been a special one. Christmas was the holiday Henry loved the most. He liked to decorate, enjoy seasonal candy cane drinks, work parties, gift shopping, gift wrapping, and watching all the classic holiday films. It did not surprise her that Henry had a fondness for Christmas pageantry.

He told her about the traditions in his family; how nobody could go near the tree until they had their yearly pancake breakfast with hot chocolate and the old animated Christmas movies playing in the background. Then they would sit around in a circle after electing one family member to be “Santa.” Santa would pick the gifts from under the tree and pass them out in a steady, rotating order, so everyone had their moments to open and revel in the glory of receiving a magic eight ball or cabbage patch doll or a Lite-Brite. Then they cleaned up before dinner. Henry explained how he would sneak away from chores to play with his new toys and have them taken away until after dinner.

It didn’t surprise her when Henry planned out an elaborate Christmas that started with pancakes. She woke up to the sound of Christmas music playing all over the condo and the warm, cinnamon and chocolate waft of batter frying in a buttered pan.

“I like mine with chocolate chips and bananas, but we have strawberries, blueberries, and I bought some—” Henry looked at the package. “English cream? The kind they give you at brunch places.”

“Surprise me,” she said, standing on her toes to kiss his jaw.

“I can do apple. I can do caramel!” He pointed a greasy spatula at her, and she froze in place.

“Whatever you’re making now smells great.”

“Okay, okay. I got you covered. Coffee?”

“Please.”

She hopped up on the barstool and watched him cooking with an apron on over a basic grey t-shirt and navy blue boxers. Once in a while, when Henry had his back turned, she would stare at his backside and bare legs.

“You should cook naked for me,” she giggled.

“What?” He chuckled. “No way. I’ll get burnt! Grease will fly at me.”

“But, it’s Christmas.”

“Not a reason to have my nipples burnt off.”

“Your cute little apron will cover them. You’ll be fine.”

“Forget about it. Today is a wholesome day. We will spend it rejoicing in the season’s magic.”

“Fine... Guess I have to return the gift I got for you then,” she leered in Henry’s direction.

His skin warmed, and he wasn’t sure if it was from the stove or because of the way she stared at him. “Wholesome. Day. Wholesome. We are not spending it having sex all day long. There’s a lot to do.”

“Maybe I’ll give it to you after you’re all Christmas'd out.”

Henry pretended to ignore her and served up a massive plate of pancakes with hot coffee and a side of fruit. She ate her breakfast while Henry made his own, stealing glances at him and trading smiles. After they ate, Henry sat her down next to the tree, and they exchanged a few gifts.

Her eyes lit up every time she opened a present, and by the time she finished, his cheeks were buzzing with kisses, his hand squeezed many times in excitement.

“I hope you like everything,” he said.

“Like? I love it all. Everything. You’re so thoughtful, baby. I love you.”

The best part was not receiving gifts, though he was grateful for all she had given him, it was hearing her words of appreciation. It was seeing the joy on her face and getting kissed every time she was pleased, which was often that day.

She held the last gift behind her back, skeptical about handing it over until he promised he wouldn’t be angry.

“Why would I be upset about a gift from you?” He asked.

“You said today was wholesome.”

Henry squirmed in his seat, smothering a grin as he stared into his coffee mug. “Well, I can make an exception... As long as it doesn’t encroach on our plans for the day.”

“Oh, no. It won’t. It’s for a later time,” she snickered.

“All right, beautiful. What is it?”

She held a red envelope in her hand, thrusting it toward him so he would take it. The paper had no markings, but he eyed it cautiously while she sat down on the adjacent sofa to watch him read its contents.

“Gift certificate redeemable for any sex act of your choice. Please fill in the blank and submit at your leisure. I love you,” Henry read the paper, his cheeks turning pink as he stared up at her. “Of course, this would be one of your gifts.”

“Anything you want,” she hinted at the fine print, eyebrows wiggling.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “I got that. Thank you, baby. I’m not sure what I would use this for since you already take care of me so well.”

She straightened her back, and a seriousness took over her face. “You can use it for anything. Surprise blowjob at work, BDSM, a roleplay, I can play with your ass again—”

“H’okay, why don’t we turn up this music and get to cleaning up? We have some ice skating to do!” Henry interrupted her, but she settled back into the sofa with a satisfied smirk.

Their first Christmas together rejuvenated his love for the holiday. She didn’t complain about anything he bought her or ask if he had gift receipts. He didn’t want to think about Mary, but his girlfriend’s appreciation and gratefulness made him recall a time when his thoughtfulness was overlooked or ignored.

The coming days were a mix of get-togethers and late mornings. They were on vacation until the first week of January, and they spent every waking moment of it unabashedly together.

Second, he thought about how beautiful and approachable she was.

People seemed to flock to her, and strangers felt comfort in her presence. It was amazing to watch. She engaged with others so seamlessly, and he wished he had her natural flair for socialization. He always had a knack for talking to people, but she possessed all the capabilities of a well-travelled, well-spoken individual. And clients loved her, just as he knew they would.

Henry perched on a barstool, sipping an Old Fashioned when he saw a man approach her. The way he leaned in and scooped her into a hug told him they already knew each other. He was a tall, lanky fellow wearing a black denim jacket, slicked-back hair, and bawdy rings on several fingers. When he turned, his side profile caught the low light and made Henry tilt his head.

The man talking to his girlfriend was at a height with him and had eyes wide as silver dollars. He laughed with her, leaving a quarter-foot of space between them, which was appropriate, as the bar jammed up with party-goers, but something didn’t sit right in Henry’s gut. He leaned into her, and she smiled as he said something close to her ear. When he pulled away, he spread his long arms open for a second hug. This one lasted a long time, and he rocked her back and forth and lifted her off the floor. When he set her back down, those arms didn’t stray far from her waist.

Henry’s drink disappeared fast, and he requested a top-up as he observed the man talking her ear off. She looked up at him with a familiar sparkle in her eye. The voices and music all whirred into a low thrum of noise as Henry watched him lift her hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, eyebrows high on his forehead, and she looked away, blush cresting her cheeks.

She took her hand back, said something that caused him to give an exaggerated nod, then pointed across the bar. They both looked at Henry. Seeing the man head-on made Henry’s stomach twist. He was handsome as they come, and Henry couldn’t piece together why he had kissed his girl’s hand so fervently.

The music and noise picked up speed as the two of them approached Henry’s seat.

“Henry! I want you to meet my friend. This is Axel!” She projected her voice over the clamour. “Axel, this is my boyfriend, Henry.”

Axel shot his hand out, and Henry shook it as he would meeting any new person, but he was wary. “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Hey, you must have seriously good taste if you landed this one,” Axel jabbed his thumb in her direction. She hit his arm, and he shrugged. “What? It’s true!”

“Oh, shush,” she dismissed.

“How do you know each other?” Henry asked.

They both spoke, laughed, nudged each other and tried to allow the other to talk before she shook her head and took over. “Axel and I used to date awhile back.”

There it was. Henry knew something was extra touchy about their dynamic. Axel had been inside her, shared her bed, existed in the light of her love at one point. Not one to resent something out of his control, Henry smiled and brushed it off without a hiccough, but inside, he was praying for Axel to wrap up their visitation.

It grew worse when she excused herself to go to the restroom and left Axel in front of him, grinning like an idiot. “Whatcha drinkin’ there, champ?” Axel pointed at the glass.

“Whiskey,” Henry raised his cup.

“My kind of man. Hey, she says you know everything there is about business. Let me run something by ya.”

Henry listened to Axel rattle off some dodgy business plan he had supposedly been incubating for years, but could only wonder what she had ever seen in a guy like him. He was loud, a touch arrogant and reeked of cigarettes and stale beer. He wondered if this was the ex that had instilled her skewed ideas of sex. All he could remember was how appalled he was when she told him one of her ex-boyfriends used her for a long time. Henry hoped it wasn’t the man shouting in his ear.

The hour ticked away and Henry consumed more Old Fashioned cocktails than he intended. For a reason unbeknownst to him, Axel took a liking to him and didn’t leave his side unless it was to step outside for a cigarette, but he found Henry as soon as he returned.

“Yeah, she’s a wild one, eh?”

“What?” Henry called over the building din of drunken bustle.

Axel nudged his head toward her. She was dancing to the live band, too busy to attend him or her ex-boyfriend. It pleased Henry to see her happy, carefree and uninterested in anything but letting loose and having a good time.

“Our little firecracker over there.” Axel swung a brown bottle toward the stage where she danced.

Henry chuckled only to stifle the yearning to scoff in Axel’s smug face.

“I mean, she’s yours now, so I’m sure you’re aware of how crazy she is,” said Axel.

“Are you sure you’re talking about the right girl? She’s not crazy.”

“Crazy in bed, I mean. I have fond memories of her. Such a little nympho, eh?”

Henry’s lips pressed together in a slight frown. He wished Axel would leave for another cigarette or disappear altogether. The tattooed man smothered Henry's good mood, so he turned his back and ordered another drink, ignoring the inappropriate comments. Sweetened whiskey warmed his stomach and spread upward, leaving his shoulders and neck prickly, settling in his cheeks as a red tint.

“Yep, we had some good times. Threesomes and shit. God, she loved that kinda stuff. And the ass on her... You’re in good hands, my man. Very good hands.” Axel elbowed Henry in the ribs. "Hey, she let you throw it in the backdoor yet?"

With his tipping point breached, Henry whirled around, brows creased, mouth set in a severe line. “Are you fucking kidding me? On what planet do you believe it’s appropriate to talk about my girlfriend like that?”

Axel raised his palms, chuckling. All the beer in his bloodstream lubricated his eye socket, making one murky green eye drift while the other stayed affixed to Henry. “Easy there, hombre! I meant nothing by it. I just figured since we’re Eskimo brothers—”

“Don’t! I don’t want to get into a fight tonight. I came here to have a good time with my girlfriend, not to listen to some drunk fuck talk about her like she’s a piece of meat!”

The fuzz of guitars and raspy singing encased Henry and Axel inside a private bubble of contempt. Nobody could hear what Henry was yelling or understand why Axel’s brow crinkled as he plucked the half-smoked cigarette from behind his ear to flip into his mouth. Nobody but her.

By the time she weaved through the crowd, Henry had taken off toward the washrooms.

“What’s wrong with him?” She asked Axel.

The tall man shrugged, eyes narrowing at the girl he used to know intimately well. “He freaked out and left. I dunno. Guy has a stick up his ass.”

She scowled at him and smacked his bicep. “Axel! Why do you always have to stir shit up?”

He plucked the unlit cigarette from his lips, pieces of charred tobacco falling to the floor like brown confetti. “I didn’t do shit, all right? Whatever. This place is full of fuckin’ zipped, prissy-ass losers. Can’t believe you’ve been spending all your time with a fuckin’ suit.”

“Shut up, Axel,” she shook her head and headed toward the restrooms to find her boyfriend.

Henry locked himself in the washroom, went to the mirror and stared at his reflection. The thoughts whirling in his head floated on a sea of whiskey, deceptive and rising steadily. He didn’t want to think about her with anyone else, least not the dead-beat with the throat tattoos. What Axel told him soured in his stomach, tainting his entire perception of their relationship.

How could she be happy in the long run if he wasn’t adventurous and paled at the thought of asking her for something as insignificant as a blowjob? He bet Axel had no qualms demanding sex, and she would have obeyed, too. He abhorred the notion and spat into the sink before pulling out his wallet to find the coupon she gave to him on Christmas.

His eyes coasted over the printed lettering, blurring in the wake of excess alcohol consumption. He shook his head, took a capped pen out of his pocket, popped it and scrawled along the dotted line. His eyes bulged when he glanced at his watch and saw the shorthand coming dangerously close to midnight. He had less than two minutes to find her.

A loud banging on the bathroom door irked him even more, and he threw it open to glare at the next drunken fool waiting impatiently for their turn. He breezed by the line of bar patrons, catching shoulders with somebody but not turning to apologize.

He found her in the middle of the bar. Axel was nowhere in sight, and that let out the tension from his shoulders.

“There you are!” She exclaimed. “What’s the matter? Did Axel say something to upset you?”

“No!” He lied. “I mean, yes. But who cares. Here, I have something for you.”

Henry placed the piece of paper in her hand, and she looked down at it, realizing what it was the moment she saw the print. She read the single word he scratched along the line and looked up with wide, sparkling eyes. She leered at him and stuck the piece of paper in her back pocket.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m positive.”

“Why?”

“Because! I want to. I want to have fun together. I don’t want you to think I’m boring or... Or...”

“Or what?”

“A prude?”

She stood on her toes and kissed Henry’s cheek, pulling him in so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re not a prude, and you’re far from boring, Henry. You’re the most interesting man I’ve ever met, and I love you!”

The crowded bar grew tighter as the seconds ticked away. People off the streets scrambled indoors to be a part of any countdown nearby. The band stopped playing, and the frontman went to the microphone to lead the countdown.

Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven!

“I love you, too! I want you to know you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. From the moment I saw you at the hotel... God, I loved you!”

She beamed at him, arms around his neck while he poured his feelings on her. He was drunk, she could tell, but honest.

Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!

“Happy New Year!”

Pops of confetti and glitter flew, raining down on the people hugging and kissing as the clock struck midnight. She kissed him deeply, and he kissed her back deeper than that.

Then January 3rd came so soon, it almost felt like no time had passed at all.

She was ready for him, though that was the bottom rung of his worries. Henry knew she would be willing; it was himself he had to worry about.

He spent most of the day troubling over losing his nerve. If he changed his mind at the last minute, he'd let her down and make her realize he wasn’t as wild as her ex-boyfriends, nowhere close to how brash Axel was, incapable of taking charge the way she liked.

She reminded him of the time he had taken her in his office and how much it turned her on when he made her call him Daddy.

Pretend like we’re in your office again. You’re the boss. You can have it any way you like, baby, you’re in charge.

She emerged from the closet wearing a flimsy ensemble, and his breath hitched. It was red, lacy and strappy all over, breasts barely hidden under a thin layer of crimson. Henry’s eyes travelled up the straps holding stockings up and froze when he saw that her panties were missing one vital part—a crotch. When she turned and bent over, it left nothing to imagine.

“What do you think, Mr. Deaver? Do you like it?”

Henry felt a stirring in his belly. It melted and dripped down, taking all of his blood with it. “Baby... Christ, you look amazing. Come here. Come to me now.”

She strutted closer to the bed, heels clicking on the floor until she reached the carpet. He beckoned for her, and she crawled onto the edge, slithering her way between his parted legs to receive a long, languid kiss. Henry’s hands went off their own flight path. His brain turned off, devoid of blood and clouded with arousal. She was wrapped up for him like a present, and he was eager to open her up.

Perched on his lap, she swirled her hips in circles until she was sure he was fully erect. Then she kept rocking until he stayed her with his hands on her hips. The lace was soft beneath his fingers, but it was her skin he wanted to touch.

“I’m so ready for you to fuck me, sir. I’ve been so naughty.”

“Yeah? You don’t look like a bad girl, though,” Henry answered, swallowing the excess saliva under his tongue.

“Oh, but I am. And I’ll prove it to you.”

Henry laid back as she swung her leg over, turning around, so her back was to him. She arched her spine and flashed him a glimpse of the open panties. He ran his fingers over the material, admiring the way it looked on her smooth skin.

Underneath, she was wet enough to leave a blot on the front of his boxers where she ground against him. Henry pressed his head back into the pillows, moaning from the pressure on his cock.

“Mm, I believe you. Only bad girls with those dirty, dirty thoughts make that kind of a mess. And I’ve barely touched you.”

She looked over her shoulder and smiled down at him. “I can’t help it, sir. All I’ve been able to think about is your cock. I need it so bad.”

He let two fingers travel up her slit and moaned when he saw how much shine he collected along the way. His moistened fingertips met his tongue, and a gentle moan made both of them shiver.

“God, I love the taste of that pussy. But, that’s not what I want,” he whispered, feeling the heat rising to the surface of his skin.

“What would you like, sir? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“You know what I want, princess. I want that ass. I want to feel that tight little hole swallowing my cock.”

Impressed by his tone of confidence, she gave him a measured little gasp. He smirked and squeezed her cheeks with both hands, prying them apart and purring at the sight of it. His cock twitched hard enough that she felt it. Lust grew until he shimmied his boxers off and waited for her to sit down on his lap again.

“S’that okay, honey? You like a nice big cock in your ass?”

She nodded with fervour.

“Is it because you’re a bad girl? Are you a dirty fucking slut that likes having her asshole fucked?”

With another nod, she circled her hips against his once more. “Yes, sir. I want it. All I want is to please you.”

Henry knew there was preparation done out of sight. She was ready for him. All he had to do was take her. The contracted entrance beckoned him, and his balls tightened over how snug it looked, but there was still a thin barrier preventing him from taking charge. He traced it, revelled in her moans, even pressed the first half-inch of his finger inside, but he couldn’t throw her down and fuck her no matter how much she assured him she could handle it. So he went slow.

“Please, please, sir,” she whined. “I know you want it.”

“Yeah, baby girl, I do. I want it. But you’re just so tight and delicate. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Puckered skin stretched over the tip only a bit before he pulled back. She stayed propped on her knees, hands parting her cheeks so he could see every little part of her. He tried again but met with resistance. As his chest inflated, he closed his eyes and eased in until they popped back open.

“Jesus fucking Christ on the motherfucking cross, baby. Holy shit,” Henry droned. “That is so goddamn fucking tight. I can’t believe how fucking tight that is.”

Air drew in sharply through his teeth, and he closed his eyes again, stars exploding even with veiled vision. The surrounding tension was powerful as a five of his own grips and warm enough to spread throughout his body. She rocked forward and back once, and Henry clutched the sheets.

“No, no, no, fuck. That’s too fucking tight. Jesus, baby, I’m gonna fucking come way too soon.”

“Shh,” she soothed him. “You’re fine, you’re fine. I know it feels so good, but you can handle it.”

As much as he wanted to believe she was right, that he could hold back and handle the immense pressure squeezing his cock, she was wrong. The moment she lifted and dropped her hips, and he saw his shaft disappear inside of her, a frenzy of nerves crackled in his groin, contracting his balls and tensing every muscle in his body. If it weren’t for the blood thrumming in his cock, she would have thought he passed out.

Henry sat up, stilled her hips and tried to distract himself by kissing her shoulders.

“Good God, baby. I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life. I swear to god that little hole will make me come any second.”

“Yeah?” Her voice tinted with a challenge. “Gonna come already? That big, fat cock can’t handle it?”

“Come. Come on,” Henry lifted her as though she weighed nothing, scooting them both to the edge of the bed so they faced the mirror.

Henry instructed her to stay still on his lap while she played with herself. Any amount of friction sent him careening into a tumult of ecstasy, so she could not bounce, grind or pulse on him until she made herself come.

The image was pure bliss to him. Mounted on his cock, stockinged legs spread wide, her hand at her pussy rubbing and spreading her wetness around, he enjoyed the view from the back. And every once in a while, Henry thrust his hips up, and she would let out the most endearing squeak of pleasure.

“Come on, play with that clit. Play with that gorgeous little pussy and show me how you make yourself come, bad girl. Do it for me.” His hot breath at her neck felt more like a cascade of water flowing down her body, carrying her out into a sea of pleasure.

There were men before Henry, but none so concerned for her arousal, none as attentive to her desires. She wished he would realize it wasn’t about the kink-play or his ability to throw her down and snatch the control whenever he wanted. It was the way he held her and whispered soft encouragement against her skin. It was the time he took to soak up all the warmth he could until she was ready.

“Tell me when you’re gonna come. I want to come with you. We’ll come at the same time, hm? S’that okay? Can Daddy come inside that sweet ass?”

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

“Good. Look at me when you come. I want to see your face.”

She reached for his hand and replaced her fingers with his. “You make me come.”

Henry planted his feet on the floor, kept two fingers pressed firmly against her swollen clit and bucked his hips up with shallow strokes. He nodded his head, kissing her when she craned her neck and fell against his chest.

“That spot right there? Is that what you like, baby girl? Tell me what feels good, baby. Tell me how you like me to play with your pussy.”

“Just like that,” she gasped. “Mm, just like that, sir.”

“Yeah? You gonna come for me? ‘Cause I’m about to. Oh, fuck. Yes... I’m going to bust so fucking hard in that ass. God, you make me so fucking hard, baby.”

Her lashes fluttered as two long fingers worked her until she was dripping. The sticky fluid dribbled down, down, until he felt it on the ridge of his cock. His snapped up faster than before, thigh muscles clenching, teeth grinding together while she whispered in his ear she was approaching the end.

“Mm, I love it when you fuck my ass, Daddy. I want your cum.”

“Yeah, you want it? You want all that hot fucking cum?”

“Mm-hmm, yes!”

His fingers flickered back and forth until she bit her lip and squealed. The sound of her orgasm pushed him to the edge, and he stiffened until it became too much to bear. They both groaned, gasped and fought for air, wrapped tightly in their rapturous climaxes until their muscles gave out. Henry held her against his chest and slipped out of her after the pulses weakened. He hauled her into the centre of the bed, where they laid until they caught their breath and settled under a blissful haze.

“That was unbelievable.”

She giggled and flipped onto her stomach, kissing his jaw and cheek. “You’re unbelievable.”

“If I weren’t so sure I’m dead, I’d fight you on that one. But I’m fairly certain I’ve gone to heaven.”

“Heaven, huh? I don’t think they do those kinds of things in heaven," she giggled.

“Probably not.”

She nuzzled into his neck, soothed by his natural scent while encased in his arms. “I’m proud of you.”

He chuckled, sighed and ran his hand through his damp hair. “I’m proud of myself, too. I thought for sure I’d bust instantly.”

“You came close.”

“Thank you for... For letting me do that.”

“I’m happy to be your first,” she whispered.

“I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too, my sweet, innocent little Christian boy.”

#henry deaver x mistress #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #castle rock fanfiction

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imagine-organization-xiii · 4 years

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Can you do their favorite Christmas songs??? I would love you forever if you did (even though I already do)

I am such a Christmas gal, you don’t even know. I was listening to christmas songs in like September

Xemnas - The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole

“So, I’m offering this simple phrase to kids from one to ninety-two. Although it’s been said many times, many ways, merry Christmas to you.“

Xigbar - Jingle Bell Rock by Bobby Helms

“What a bright time, it’s the right time to rock the night away. Jingle bell time is a swell time, to go gliding in a one-horse sleigh.“

Xaldin - I’ll Be Home for Christmas by Rascal Flatts

“I’ll be home for Christmas, you can count on me. Please have snow and mistletoe, and presents under the tree.“

Vexen - The Christmas Shoes by NewSong

“It was almost Christmas time, there I stood in another line trying to buy that last gift or two - not really in the Christmas mood. Standing right in front of me was a little boy waiting anxiously. Pacing ‘round like little boys do and in his hands he held a pair of shoes.“

Lexaeus - All I Want for Christmas by Vince Vance and the Valiants

“I don’t need sleigh rides in the snow, don’t want a Christmas that’s blue. Take back the tinsel, stockings and bows, ‘cause all I want for Christmas is you!“

Zexion - Silent Night by Chris Young ft. Boys II Men

“Silent night, holy night, all is calm, all is bright, round yon virgin mother and child, holy infant so tender and mild - sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.“

Saix - Auld Lang Syne by Home Free

“Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, should all acquaintance be forgot and auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we’ll share a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.“

Axel - You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch by Thurl Ravenscroft

“You’re a monster, Mr. Grinch. Your heart’s an empty hole. Your brain is full of spiders, you’ve got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch. I wouldn’t touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!“

Demyx - Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer by Elmo & Patsy

“Grandma got run over by a reindeer, walking home from our house Christmas Eve. You can say there’s no such thing as Santa, but as for me and grandpa, we believe.“

Luxord - The First Noel by Carrie Underwood

“The first Noel, the angels did say, was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay. In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, on a cold winter’s night that was so deep.“

Marluxia - All I Want for Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas - there is just one thing I need. I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree. I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know. Make my wish come true... All I want for Christmas is you.“

Larxene - Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

“Come and trim my Christmas tree with some decorations bought at Tiffany’s. I really do believe in you, let’s see if you believe in me...“

Roxas - Chipmunk Song (Christmas Don’t Be Late)

“Want a plane that loops the loop. Me, I want a hula hoop! We can hardly stand the wait, please Christmas don’t be late!“

Xion - I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas by Gayla Peevey

“I want a hippopotamus for Christmas - only a hippopotamus will do! No crocodiles, no rhinoceroses, I only like hippopotamuses and hippopotamuses like me too!“

#music headcanon #holiday headcanon #organization xiii headcanons #kingdom hearts headcanon

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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A little fanfiction for Axel's birthday! (Yes I'm always late to everything 😔)

After I missed his birthday, for some reason inspiration hit me and I wrote this to apologize to myself for forgetting. I decided to make Scholar a boy in this one since I feel like there's not enough male Scholar content! (This is also the very first fanfic I have ever shared with other people so don't be surprised if some parts are really clumsy. Beware of possible typos and grammatical errors...) Enjoy!

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The day was slowly drawing nearer.

Scholar was checking out multiple social networking sites and Axel's Wikimedia page for a few hours now. The fangirls and fanboys were excited all over the Internet as if it was their own birthday. Comments such as "Axel and I share the same birthday!!" And "I've been following you since the very beginning, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Axel 💖 you really helped me when I was going through tough times." Or "HAPPY B-DAY AXEL❤❤ I LOVE YOU BBY"

Made Scholar wonder how it must feel like to receive happy birthday messages from millions of strangers. Well, he was guessing that it must be really pleasant: why wouldn't it be? Even if Axel doesn't know them it doesn't change the good intentions they have. Anyway! This wasn't the point of Scholar's "research."

He was browsing through a bajillion of interviews, fanblogs and comments to find what Axel liked. Which was, he thought to himself, maybe a little dumb. They may have known eachother only for about 3 months but at least he knew Axel on a personal level, not through a screen. Hell, when they met Scholar had no idea of who that handsome rocker boy was supposed to be. And now here he was trying to find an answer to something he should probably know the answer to better than Axel's fans. Not to throw shade at them or anything.

"Aaaaaghhhh!!" Subconsciously, Scholar let out a loud whine not realizing that his voice was louder than he intended it to be. "Shut up!! We can hear you from here!" It was Karolina in the room nextdoor. "I'm sorry!! ...ugh." Thankfully she didn't hear the "ugh" part not that it would change her opinion about him.

Scholar was just so lost: "what the hell can I gift to a rich handsome talented guy and not look like an idiot?!" Is what was going through his mind the whole day and it was already 11pm. Tomorrow was Axel's birthday and he still didn't find shit. He had never been good at finding gifts, the only person he gave them to was his dad and then again, it was only sometimes. The both of them weren't the type of people to worry about formalities such as Christmas or birthday presents. And when it came to "friends" it was about the same story.

Scholar put the phone down. It was stupid to worry over something like that. Being surrounded with rich, talented and sometimes famous people all day long Scholar swore to himself one thing. Don't be fake. Be sincere with those people. To be treated like anyone else is what they deserve.

And so Scholar searched for a gift idea again, but this time in his mind. He searched for an answer in his memories, through the small amount of time they had spent together. What does Axel like? It's not that hard. He already knew.

Scholar's mind was set: music, dogs and piercings. A hobby, an animal and accessories. Simple, but let's just go from the basics. "It's not like I can buy something expensive anyway..." His muttering was blocked out by his pillow, no matter what he would find, Scholar was just hoping that it would at least make Axel genuinely happy. Even just a little.

The next day went as expected: everyone was wishing Axel a happy birthday. He was getting occasional gifts from people he was close with and from people with whom he had never even talked to, or at least Scholar was pretty sure that he didn't. Even Tadashi went a bit soft on Axel.

"Not giving me detention for my late arrival today, Mister Student Body President?" Axel was over 15 minutes late which meant that he was deserving of a detention slip by usual à la Tadashi rules. "Go away before I change my mind you ugly ear-pierced clown." Axel was nodding and smirking all knowingly. "Uh-huh. Of course Sir, could I consider this lack of strictness towards me as my birthday present?"

Tadashi reached out for the detention form inside of his bag and took a pen in his hand ready to write Axel's name down and the reason why he got a detention slip. Axel backed away immediately. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry! Geez. Could you at least not threaten me with this shit on my birthday??" Tadashi put the pen back into his pencil case and smiled. "There you go. I knew you had some self-awareness behind your 3 kilograms of makeup and your millions of engagement rings you wear."

Axel frowned like a child. "I don't wear *that* many rings! Also, my makeup is super light!"

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly, though Axel was probably wondering why Scholar didn't wish him a happy birthday. Whenever other people approached him to do so Axel would always peek at Scholar from the corner of his eye, as if to say: "See?! It's my birthday today..."

Scholar felt secretly super giddy because of that. Axel was totally waiting for it. After the last school hour of the day he even came towards Scholar ""to say hi."" "Hey, Scholar!" "Hey there."

Silence.

"Um. So. Don't you have anything to tell me?" "Nu-huh." "You sure?" "Yup." Silence again. Axel looked down in such an adorable manner that Scholar felt almost like he was murdering a puppy. "Hm. Okay... See you tomorrow?" Scholar smiled as sweetly as he could to hint to the fact that they would see eachother again today. "Of course. Bye!"

After trying to sound as chill as he could, Scholar hurried himself into town. Blindly looking for a gift might be a bad idea but it's often this way that we find the best ones. Scholar was relying on his luck and intuition, he was storming through every single shop until he came accross something a bit silly that could do the job. It was in a small shop named "lying tiger" with a lot of useless gadgets. It was simple, cheap and adorable. Hopefully Scholar's intuition was right.

Upon seeing the gates of the school getting closer and closer as he was walking towards it, he decided to pull off the fastest sprint of his life. If Murdoc had seen him he'd be impressed.

After a couple of minutes Scholar was standing in front of Axel's room. "Okay.... No wait."

It was 7pm and the sun was already gone from a long time ago since it *is* November. Scholar was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, which... He kinda did. He muttered again. "Ugh. Good job, Scholar. Why did you have the bright idea to make yourself smell like a horse before-"

Voices from the hallway were heard, a couple of girls coming his way. Damn it. Alright. Scholar decided to at least make himself look good before coming back, he changed his clothes into something more casual but also charming. A bit of deodorant here and there, some perfume and done!

This time around he was ready, if it wasn't for his stress kicking in that is. He suddenly didn't feel as confident in his gift as a couple of minutes ago. Well, it was too late to change it anyway. Scholar took a deep breath and knocked. He waited there without moving nor breathing. As if until Axel would get out of his room, time had stopped.

Suddenly, the door flew open. The moment their eyes met Axel mockingly smiled. "Oh? You finally decided to come and wish me a happy birthday? Haha." Scholar had kept his hands behind his back but when Axel said that, he instinctively moved them to his front, revealing the package he was holding. Axel stopped smiling and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh." Scholar was already happy with that reaction alone, even if he was unsure on whether or not Axel would like the gift. For a second, this felt like it was enough. "Yeah. I couldn't wish you a happy birthday without giving you a present, could I? Happy birthday, birthday boy!"

Axel carefully took the box into his hands, really gently, as if he could break it just by pressing his palms on it. "Thank you! But geez, you didn't have to. I was worried the whole day, you know? I thought that maybe you were mad at me for something."

He said that while pouting, it was so cute and worth the trouble. Scholar didn't regret his sprint and the whole day lost searching for the gift. "Haha! Of course not. Oh but don't shake the box, you might kill it. Also hurry up and open it, the lil guy needs light." Axel blinked a few times before following Scholar's advice, he tried to open the package as quickly as possible without damaging the wrapping. Needless to say that he wasn't being really successful.

"What do you mean?! Don't tell me it's a hamster or something! You know that we can't keep pets in the dorms, right? Tadashi is *so* gonna kill me if-" It wasn't an animal. Not a real one at least. "A... A toy?" It was a little puppy playing an electric guitar.

"Yup. It has buttons on his back, when you push them the doggo plays sick riffs for you. It has also light effects on the guitar." Axel looked at the toy with admiration. As if that dog made of plastic was a real puppy.

"Oh. My god. A puppy. Playing the guitar for me?!? This is the cutest and most precious gift I have gotten today!" "You like it?" "Are you kidding?! I love it! I'm gonna practice the guitar with him from now on! He's gonna be my little guitar buddy!"

Scholar felt so proud. So damn proud. It was a good call. It made him think about the fact that children often receive useful gifts from the adults rather than fun ones. There was always a craving for a new toy in a kid's heart rather than the need to get a new backpack or clothes. Scholar believed that every teenager in the world still had a child inside of them who would always secretly pass in front of a toy store while ogling at it but being too embarrassed to enter and take a look.

"I'm glad, to be honest I was a bit worried about it. I mean, you probably received a lot of pricey and more useful things today." By the time Scholar had said that, Axel already took the plastic puppy out of the box. "Excuse me? You think that there is something greater in the world than a doggo playing a guitar? Pathetic. And like I told you I'm gonna practice with this guy!"

"Uh. Don't you practice in the auditorium? What will you do when other people will see you hanging out with a toy?" Axel let out the loudest gasp of his life. "How *dare* you call my friend a toy?? Have you even heard him play?"

Axel pushed the button and some light effects emerged from the toy along with a guitar riff, so skillfully played that he felt almost ashamed when comparing himself to the dog. "Holy shit. This dog is better at playing the guitar than me..." Scholar laughed cheerfully, his laugh was followed by Axel's adorable giggle. "Well, I'm happy you like it. This way whenever you play the guitar, hopefully you'll think about me for a bit."

Axel tried to pull off the most flirty expression he could, the kind of stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Bold of you to assume that I don't think about you everyday, sweetheart." He would've been so persuasive... if it wasn't for the doggo made of plastic he was holding. Scholar couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed again. Needless to say that he was surprised when he noticed that Axel looked a bit hurt. "... Axel?" "That's so mean. I'm really trying so hard but it never gets through to you, you know?" Scholar's heart dropped into his stomach. "What?"

He heard that right, didn't he? What Axel said just now. As for Axel, in a matter of milliseconds he was already back to his usual smiling self, regretting what he had said. "Oh, haha! Whoops, that came out really wrong. Don't worry, I'm not upset for real. Um..." The hallway went silent and Scholar was really anxious. He felt as if he effed up big time. He was about to apologize and get it out in the open. The fact that he was actually really mortified at the thought of Axel disliking the gift. The fact that he had a crush on him for a little while now. The fact that he was a dumbass when it came to taking hints because he thought that Axel was like this with everyone. But before he could, Axel spoke again. "Don't make that face, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, let's hang out together soon. Just the two of us. Deal?"

Scholar wasn't so sure about the "you didn't do anything wrong" part, since he just noticed that Axel was in fact trying to flirt with him for a while now and he was constantly brushing it off while thinking that it was just his imagination wanting his feelings to be reciprocated. Scholar gulped, unable to say anything else other than: "Of course! Whenever you want, I'll be there."

Axel slowly closed the door... and immediately felt like the hugest moron of human history.

Because he knew. He knew that Scholar would never play dumb with something like that, he just genuinely did not think that he, Axel, could ever like him in that way. But now he knew. Axel just spelled it out for him loud and clear. Next time they see eachother there won't be any doubts in the way. Axel fondly looked at the puppy in his hands. "If only your previous owner knew how to take hints... Well, there's no going back now."

Axel pushed the button again and listened to the puppy's incredible guitar riffs for a while. Even hours and hours later, before falling asleep, he still couldn't get the image of Scholar's astonished face out of his mind when he finally realized what Axel felt towards him. Axel grinned. This kind of expression had no subtlety to it at all. Axel swore to himself.

The next time they see eachother he'll tell him clearly what he thinks, no hints, no silly pick-up lines. And then they'll kiss for sure.

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Here it is! Sorry, the last part was so cheesy 😂. I apologize 🙏🙏 Most of this was written at 3am when I couldn't sleep, because obviously everybody knows that the best moment to write something is when you're supposed to be asleep /s

This has so many plot holes, like for example how is it possible that Karolina didn't beat Scholar's ass the next day for yelling in the middle of the night?? Or how come Tadashi was nice towards Axel for once? That's so OOC, absolutely impossible.

Anyway, Wikimedia is obviously Wikipedia and the "lying tiger" shop is actually "flying tiger" (Not sure if this shop exists in the US.)

Well, thank you for reading!

#sweet elite #se #axel #fanfiction #please don't be cringy #in a few weeks I'll regret posting this #watch me delete it like YOINK

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eggoreviews · 4 years

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My Top 25 Games Advent Day 4 - Kingdom Hearts II (#22)

“We can always buy some sea salt ice cream.”

I have a very odd relationship with Kingdom Hearts, and honestly, I sometimes can’t decipher whether it’s mostly love or hate I feel for this game. But above all else, this overtly ridiculous crossover between Disney and Final Fantasy captured my heart and mind when I was young and I became so obsessed, I actually managed to progress further in the game at age 7 than I did this year before I got stuck. Kingdom Hearts is my strange and confusing paramour and I still don’t really know why it exists or, even 14 years later, what the hell it is.

Kingdom Hearts II, which is of course the third entry in the series, came out for the PS2 in 2005 and was actually gifted to my mother first, before she gave it to me when she realised the Disney characters on the front weren’t a brilliant representation of the game’s contents. And so putting the disc in for the first time in 2005 and revisiting it on the PS4 this year had the exact same effect on me; I knew immediately I wasn’t in this for the story. Kingdom Hearts as a whole is notorious for having a bumfuck crazy story with ungodly amounts of branching plot threads that were more than enough to make my tiny 7 year old brain shut down, as well as my tiny now brain. And it wasn’t the fact that I entered the series at the wrong point, it just be like that. You follow Sora, and occasionally Roxas, along with everyone’s favourite least favourite companions Donald and Goofy as you travel to Disney world upon Disney world fighting off creatures called heartless and nobodies for a reason, presumably.

Taking a step back for a minute, I realise how vaguely and snarky I am referring to this game, so why do I love it enough for it to make spot 22? It’s not just blind childhood nostalgia (though I suspect that plays a part). Kingdom Hearts II is just a blast to play, from the engaging and varied combat mechanics that encourage experimentation with spells, abilities, limits, summons and transformations to make every fight constantly insane, to the fun little skateboarding sections at the beginning of the game. Focusing on the combat for a sec, which I view as the central portion of the game, it really isn’t child’s play. If you jump into a boss fight or even a particularly gruelling set of regular enemies unprepared, then accept the fact that you are about to have your arse personally handed to you by a Disney villain. This is especially true for the later stages of the game, as you start to take on members of the central villainous group of the series, Organization 13 (which of course has 14 members) where they really just pull out all the stops to make your life misery if you don’t master your style of play. But that really is the beauty of Kingdom Hearts; it encourages you to create your own playstyle based on the arsenal of weapon types, spells and abilities the game locks and loads you with, making each quick access selection you make for each menu be the crucial difference between life and death.

So other than the blisteringly difficult combat, the main draw to Kingdom Hearts is the fact you get to visit various different Disney worlds and beat things up on them. I'll be honest, each of the worlds in this game very wildly in quality. Unlike most others, I adore the opening to this game and how gentle and mysterious Twilight Town is as a starting area, which sets up some intriguing plot threads for later in the game. Hollow Bastion, the gathering place of the strange selection of Final Fantasy characters, is unique and atmospheric, as well as later in the game playing host to one of the coolest, well-crafted horde battles I've seen in a game (apart from the Goofy death fake-out, that was just weird). There's even a Winnie the Pooh section filled entirely with fun minigames and if there's anything that's going to make me regress into childhood, it's that. Some of the worlds, most notably A Nightmare Before Christmas, Pirates of the Caribbean and Tron actually alter the designs of Sora, Donald and Goofy so their costumes fit much better in the aesthetic; I think that was a brilliant idea and was well executed. My favourite of these though, as well as my favourite world in Kingdom Hearts overall, is the Timeless River world based off the first '30s cartoons of Mickey Mouse, which regress Donald and Goofy back to their original designs and gives Sora his own monochrome old style appearance! It's adorable and is just bursting with that Disney style and creativity I'm really sad they seemed to have lost overtime (but that's for a different post). To perfectly compliment these worlds and the game overall, the soundtrack is amazing (which I often hold as one of my main conditions of putting something in this list); sometimes they went for a basic instrumental of a song corresponding to that film, but for others like Twilight Town and Hollow Bastion, the original scores created for those are jaw-dropping, with the same applying to each and every battle theme they composed. It doesn't seem obvious until you say it out loud that a combination between Disney and Final Fantasy is of course going to yield some awesome music and I really can't get enough of it.

Oh yeah and then they decided to ruin it all with the Little Mermaid game, in which they threw away everything the game had implemented up to that point to make you play a babyish, unresponsive rhythm game so Sora and the gang can take a break from vanquishing evil to appear in a musical. And the best part is you can't get this monstrosity out of the way in one sitting! Nope, you have to continually come back and complete sections of this hell periodically just so the game can make sure you're not having too much fun.

Basically, other than that mild (monumental) hiccup at the end there, Kingdom Hearts II excels at what it's trying to do and be, whatever that is. It somehow succeeds in pulling off the tenuous connection between world-famous, family friendly Disney and edgy, batshit Final Fantasy. It's wild and it's funny when it isn't quite meant to be (see the moment when Tron just fucking yeets himself into a pit for no apparent reason at the end of his section, because I lose it every single time at that, especially since the game is playing it off as something really sad). But most of all, it's a reflection of pure insane creativity and corporate synergy all welded into a series literally no one can ever truly comprehend. And they actually hired on the late, great Christopher Lee to say the line "We can always buy some sea salt ice cream". So here it stands, as my 22nd favourite game of all time.

Standout Moment Award: The Nightmare Before Christmas, purely down to visuals and soundtrack alone. If not that, then anything involving Twilight Town because that's one of my absolute favourite settings in a video game.

Standout Character Award: Axel. Axel is just a chill dude, not quite hero and not quite villain, who’s a welcome presence throughout the Kingdom Hearts series. Not so edgy he’s completely unlikable, but enough edge and humour to make 12 year old me happy.

Tomorrow: No. 21; Intense family drama: Zombie Edition

#eggoreviews #gaming #best games advent #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 2 #kh #kh sora

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Unsteady Pt. 5

Summary: You have never been so happy in your life. One day, though, everything changes when Eddie starts to act weird around you and starts lying to you...

Part 4 Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader, Venom x Reader

Warning: Very little angst, fluff

Words: 1980 words

A/N: Enjoy the last part of this series! Please, leave some comments!

Your relationship with Eddie has been improving every day. At first, you passed your days with each other, wanting to learn more about your new found mate. It didn’t take long for you to notice that you were deeply in love with the guy. You often wake up in the morning, all tangled up in his arms, warmth radiating from him and when you would finally open your eyes, you would see his handsome bed head that never fails to put a smile on your face. Eddie took you out on dates. Movies, restaurant, and walks in the parc. You enjoyed every minute passed with him and his symbiote.

One day, they tried to cook your breakfast, which resulted in an enormous mess in your kitchen and a burned skillet. When you got out of bed that day and saw flour on every inch of your floor, eggs on the counter, milk dripping off the said counter onto the floor and some white furry ball licking the milk puddle. Then, your gaze felt on Eddie who was standing on the middle of the mess, trying to flip a pancake without a spatula. No need to tell that Hidde got a nice breakfast this morning. Eddie’s desperation was omnipresent around him. You heard him arguing silently with Venom, and you couldn’t take it any longer. You burst out laughing, scaring the shit out of Eddie. When he turned around, confused about your reaction to him destroying your kitchen, he received a handful of flour square in the face. Then started the food war in which Venom had a lot of pleasure participating.

One month passed and Eddie got a new job. He continued to practice as a journalist and you could see the satisfaction every time he got a new case to work on. He loved this job and you fell in love with an aspect of him that you never saw before. The guy that put his whole heart in what he makes, because he wants to make a difference in this corrupted world.

Even if this job had great importance in Eddie’s life, he never returned home late. Yes, home. Because when Venom realized that they wouldn’t be able to see you as much as they got used to, he got a little mad. You were touched that he grew so much attached to you in so little time. Yourself, you got infatuated with him, so you proposed that they moved in with you. It didn’t take a lot of talking, they already passed the majority of their time at your apartment and they definitely preferred yours to theirs. So, Eddie moved in and to soothe Venom a little, he promised you this day that he would never get home late, because « nothing in my life is more important than to pass time with the most beautiful woman of the world… Scratch that. Of the universe. Venom says that even in other worlds, no one can match you. »

On Friday night, your friends and former comrades came to your house to continue the tradition. It never stressed you that Eddie or Venom may not like them, because you know that it would instantly click. In fact, it just took ten minutes for everyone to be at ease. As always, Jaya, Axel and yourself cooked for everyone while Eddie and Mike had a nice chat on the couch. Then, you all watched a new movie and ate some snacks Axel bought. You never really eat a lot, because Axel always brings chocolate and… well, Venom can’t stop himself.

Fall finally let place to winter and Venom saw his first snowflake. You were having a nice dream when suddenly a heavy weight fell on you. You awoke in panic, your heart beating hard, trying to push the weight away to allow you to breathe properly. When Venom finally got off, he didn’t let you time to calm down that he took you bridal style to the window. He opened the curtain, blinding you with the sudden light and asked one million questions about the snow. You passed the day answering his question. You and Eddie got out for a walk. Venom was still asking questions, to the great despair of Eddie, but you didn’t mind.

It’s been six months now that you and Eddie started being together. Without a doubt, it has been the best six months of your life and you planned on having a lot more. You have never been so happy, but lately, something feels off. Since the first week of Decembre, Eddie was always distracted, stressed, always running somewhere. At first, it wasn’t a bother. You thought it was just a case at his job, but with the passing weeks, you figured that you were the center of it. When Axel was visiting you, he was relaxed around him. During Friday nights, he was like the Eddie you felt in love with. You can tell by the atmosphere surrounding him, that there is something on his shoulder, but when you ask, he always says that there is nothing, that everything is perfectly fine. It never bothered you before, because he didn’t lie to you, but now, he does and it’s hurting you. You can tell that he is lying and you really want to go see what’s on his mind, read his thoughts, but you forbid yourself. You don’t want to invade his privacy, break his trust.

You manage to keep your mood up for a bit, but now, you were down. You wake up alone, a note on your nightstand saying that he went for some last errand and he will be back in an hour or so. Today is Christmas Eve and you are alone in your bed, dark thoughts sneaking a trail to your brain. Was he finally getting enough of you? Did he finally realized that you weren’t the perfect woman he always praises you to be? Did he… Before you could go further down the hill, Hidde jumps on the bed and licks your face. You feel his power flowing through you, feel his love warming you. You hug him for a while, taking all the comfort he gives you. You finally get up, wanting to thank your dog with food and goes straight into the shower.

After washing yourself, you stay under the hot water, trying to clear your head. What is happening? Everything was so perfect and now, you feel like you’ve been tossed aside, forgotten in the corner. You breathe deeply and get out. You put your dress on and start preparing some stuff for the little Christmas party. Hours pass and Eddie is still missing. Mike, Axel, and Jaya arrived and you all started to chat. You take Jaya aside, needing someone to talk to.

“Do you… eh… Did Eddie looked weird to you like, during past weeks?“ you ask, concern all over your face.

Your friend frowns at you. “No, he looked fine to me. Did something happened? “

You shook your head. “No, he just started avoiding me lately… And he started lying to me… Jay’ I don’t know what to do.“ you reply with a small voice.

She hugs you tight, stroking your back. “You know bestie, this guy loves you, that, I’m 100% sure of. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure it’s nothing and when you finally find what’s making him acting all weird in your eyes, you’re gonna laugh and call me.“ she pulls away and smiles at you.

You put a smile back on, feeling a tiny better. “You’re right. Thanks.“

“Everything for you.“

You return to the guys and still no sign of Eddie. It’s only at 3 o’clock that the door opened and your soulmate comes in, nothing in hands. You frown. He was supposed to be running errands for now… six hours and he has nothing. What in the world did he do? Sadness filled you. He lied. Again. There is still this nervousness around him and it affects you, weakening you. Your eyes start burning so you force yourself to look out the window. Eddie greets everyone and when he approaches to kiss you, you just walk off to Jaya, totally ignoring him. Eddie is stunned. You never did that before and it breaks his heart.

He jumps a little when Axel puts his hand on his shoulder and whispers something to him. His eyes go wide and he feels his heart tighten.

You control yourself as much as you can. Yet, no tear fall down so you are doing a good job. Jaya is still comforting you, then look over your shoulder and smile. You turn around to follow her gaze and find Eddie, in a really nice suit, walking to you. It’s fight or flight. You already flight. Now fight. You stay at your position and when Eddie finally gets to you, he puts a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Y/N I’m sorry I put you through so much pain. It’s not what I wanted.“ his voice is full of regret. He puts his hand on your cheek and looks directly into your eyes. “I’m not good at this. I.. I mean keeping secrets from you. Oh and I’m sorry for it. It hurt you and I’m terribly sorry for it. It’s just… I hope that you will forgive me this one.“

You see the loving look in his eyes, but you feel the stress from his body. “Y/N since the farthest I can remember, I’ve always wanted to know who belonged to the name tattooed on my wrist. I always thought that such a perfect name would belong to a perfect woman and I wasn’t wrong. Since we found each other, I feel complete. Waking up next to you each morning is the best thing in the world and seeing you smile is the best price I can get.“ To that, you can’t stop yourself. You smile at him, all your worries are long forgotten. His heart flutters and he gathered all the courage he has. “Love, I can’t imagine a better gift“ he let go of your cheek and take something in his pocket. He takes a step back and gets on one knee. Your heart rate accelerates and Hidde is there to back you up. He pushes his head on your hand in comfort. Eddie opens a little black box and you see it. The ring. “than to know that I will wake up every morning by your side and see you smile as my wife.“

The tears finally roll on your cheeks. You can’t believe it. All this time, you thought he had enough of you and now, he is proposing to you. You can’t talk, so you nod your head. You see the relief on his face and he gets up. He hugs you tightly and pushes back just enough to be able to put the ring on your finger. He kisses you and you feel all his love. When you push back, you finally found your voice.

“I love you, Eddie.“ He gives you a light kiss on the lips.

“I love you too, Y/N.“

“I love you too Y/N.“ Venom says getting out from Eddie’s shoulder and rubbing his head on your cheek.

“I love you too Ve.“

Axel grabs you in a hug and congrats you. Jaya winks at you and Mike is smiling. Today was definitely not what you expected. But you don’t mind. Because it was a thousand time better and now, your vow is granted. You’re going to wake up next to this handsome man and his symbiote every morning and enjoy what life have for you next.

Taglist: @tomhardy41 @randomshizzles101 @nightshade7117 @markusstraya @slither-in-a-half @herondalcarstairs

#venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #y/n #venom #soulmate #proposal

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the xion namine and kairi as sister pls- wholesome content is neededin these hours

Okay listen, i'd happily die for these three anytime. They deserve so much more ???

Wholesome AUs are the only thing keeping me alive at this point since Nomura won't give us the true good princess content we need.

They're triplets. Kairi would be the oldest, followed by Namine as the middle child and Xion as the youngest. Kairi often brags and teases her little sisters because of this, despite only being a few minutes older than them. Namine is often confused as the youngest, but she doesn't mind - she only hates whenever people forget about her. Then there's Xion, who is a bit salty and insists that she came before Namine.

They dyed their hair so people wouldn't get them confused. No one but their close friends know what their original hair color is - and they all promised to never tell anyone else. The three have this recurring prank when they either wear wigs or switch hair colors to confuse everyone. Axel, Roxas and Sora always fall for this - with the exception of Riku, who can exactly pinpoint who is who. He refuses to reveal his ways...

...So i'll do it for him - If you look closely, there's key elements that give the triplets away. Kairi's has a subtle tan because of all the time she spends at the beach, which contrasts Namine's super pale skin. Xion, on the other hand, gets freckles when she stays under the sun for too long. Namine has eyebags because she stays up late either drawing or reading, Xion has picked up Axel's habit of making her eyeliner sharp enough to stab a man and Kairi has a faint scar across her cheek (she got it while play fighting with Riku and Sora as kids)

You know those siblings memes about fighting all the time? Yeah, they can't relate ! They all consider each other their closest friend. The three like to hold meetings every week, which are basically sleepovers, just so they can all catch up and have some quality sister bonding time. This is their sacred night together, no outsiders allowed !

Both Xion and Kairi support everything that Namine draws. On different ways, of course. Xion always asks Namine if she can keep some of her pieces and keeps them as either posters in her room or decorations for her notebooks. Kairi takes it a step further by invading the whole fridge or walls with Namine's art. Of course, she's super happy that her sisters like her work, but it's always embarrassing to see her old art around.

Kairi is the first person Namine and Xion go to whenever they have any problems. Mostly because she gives the most useful and best advice out the three thanks to her honesty - whiiiiiiich also makes her a pretty bad liar, a trait they exploit whenever they want to know who Kairi is crushing on or what kinds of gifts they’re getting for Christmas.

Xion often finds herself unconsciously copying some of her sisters’ mannerisms. Anyone can tell who Xion’s been hanging around with more simply because of her way of talking - and trust me, she’ll get extremely red and flustered if anyone calls her out. If she was with Kairi, she’ll be more outspoken, direct and expressive with her face. If she was with Namine instead, she’ll be more calm and gentle, but gesticulate a lot more with her hands. Both elder sisters find this adorable, because they’ve also found themselves unconsciously imitating the way Xion scrunches up her nose whenever she’s in deep thought.

#kh headcanons #kairi #namine #xion #triplet au #Anonymous

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Returning later, she floated to the top of his door frame to place a mistletoe before knocking again. "Hohoho! Don't close the door! Sorry about before! Santaraka made a mistake!" Reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers against his wrist, she lowered her voice. "You've been naughty, but this year has been hard and you've prevailed through it all! You've been so cool and you've also been nice... especially to me... thanks, Bakugou-kun. I brought you a gift. Sorry it's not much... I (1/3)

wanted to get you something super cool! …But this was the best I could do… Sorry…“ She turned to reach in her gift sac for a scarf she wrapped around his neck and a pair of black gloves. The scarf was a simple orange with his hero name hand stitched in black on the edge and the gloves had an orange cross stitched across it. “I know you don’t like the cold… so to stay warm… I tried to personalize them for the future #1 hero! …But there’s one more thing…” Her cheeks bloomed (2/3) roses from behind the fresh snowy white shaving cream beard across her face as she pointed above him and averted her eyes. (3/3) -- late Christmas ask uwu /* @ukubi

‘ The hell ya want now??? WHY DO YOU HAVE SHAVING CREAM ON YER –-- emh ?!?!?! ’ PAUSE / breath held as her hands come to you.

& CUE, a blanket of warmth, you are shrouded by her gift —- TOKEN / OFFERING are presented / WRAPPED around his suntide crown — a galaxy, no, galaxies are embodied in her single touch / blink of nebulas / Circinus aligned, agaze is set on he— her every blink is a supernova / explosions of chocolate hues / cherubic held — her stare, creating new universes / beauty so everlasting through those simple doe pools : oh, how astronomical, stars are in her eyes & the universe hanging from her digits / padded touch —- when you look into them, do you see the sky? all the stars that there ever were? do you? -------- AH, come back to earth / you fly to far / lost in thought ----- HOW THOUGHTLESS. ‘ Oh....these are....really damn cool. ’ achilles, has she struck you??

These gloves & a scarf : homespun gift / inexpensive / affordable — however, time & thought, they are stitched together / vibrant detail seamed / held down, his finger runs across fabric / rough skin meets rough texture / it strikes him— sentimental / tender : COMMUOVERE fills cavities of anatomy / a chamber / caged chest is now beating / a thrumming so steady but so mercurial / so erratic — does she know? her hands they tug / pull at his heartstrings / the threads beaming / trailing from her tips as stars through a night sky / deep red threads tied around his ribs / heart as the rings of Saturn sits / belonging --- & these? gifts? they strike him without warning & something so raw— kindness, so boundless, so gentle to him — he’s fragile for her. & she should know. ‘ Hey. Uraraka, you’re a dork, but ya cute, y’know that. ’

BOLD / FIRM, each syllable, you speak & the huddles in your breath / the nervousness in your throat / devour it whole -- & a neck cranes / head fall from its usual axel ----- MARS FALLS FROM IT’S ORBIT / TO THE SUN / THE CENTER OF THE ( his ) UNIVERSE, HE FOLLOWS / CLOSER / CLOSER —- UNTIL YOU ARE IN HER GRAVITY ONCE MORE / INCHES —- MERE INCHES separates the pair / it seemed as an ocean apart / something so small separates the moon & the sun ---- emh, WAIT A SECOND ' ...hang on. ’ fingers hugged / bunched up the end of his sleeve & reposed his hand below to a fist, & it meets to her lips.....ah, now, he is smudging / cleaning AWAY HER SHAVING CREAM BEARD : YEAH, he did it, THE HELL HE GONNA KISS HER WITH THAT SHIT ON HER FACE. ‘ ok. much better --- ’ was that necessary?? no. did he still do it?? yeah....

NOW. CALLOUS / TATTERED HANDS, hands to create destruction / hold the sun : they come to she, & take hold of her face, gradual / heedful not to squeeze her cheeks, although it was a tempting thought, it was brief / passing --- for, you held the universe in your grasp once more : Constellation, they find their way, they find their way to another & lips will follow --- a buss, soft / resembling the setting sun / snow falling on a winter night ---- but, do not dwell, & as day & night parts / the seasons change / you part once more. GRIN -- it’s wide. adoring / displaying the rows of jewels set between lips / distracting from the roseate cheeks / blemished of red. ‘ i will wear these all winter, i gotta show off that i’m gonna be number one, after all..... besides, they look badass on me, thanks. ’

#ukubi #ANSWERED 01.#u_u #cute and im dying #me a long time ago: i will answer them out of order jk kidding #me: does that #me: ah #yes all the links have something linked to them :<#long post /

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I like to think that the only time the Guardians broke the two gift rule was the first Christmas that the ones under Taksony's control got to celebrate with them. Where they all decided (in secret) that they would all get them very small presents in addition to the secret Santa and to their loved one, to make it extra special for them and make them feel super welcomed. Especially for Lynus and Rahas who have missed out on it for so many years.

Yes, very true! That would totally happen~

They would wait until Lynus is busy at the hospital and Rahas is off somewhere being moody and emo (ie; training with Simmons) while they rush around to find the small presents for everyone. I imagine they would force Macerio to distract Lirit and Becky/Quinoa to distract Binah. Becky/Quinoa would be fine; Macerio can’t for the life of him keep a secret like that and would be skittish. I think Lirit would catch on quickly, but not say anything because Macerio is just acting so cute and how far would he go to distract him, hmm~?

Rahas wouldn’t really understand the fuss with this Christmas thing. He had heard about it from Shiki and Lynus, but never cared much for it because he never celebrated it or had a reason to celebrate anything. So you can imagine the poor boy would be confused as heck to be getting these presents. It will take him more than one Christmas to get into the swing of things, but that’s ok - there will be plenty more Christmases for him to experience~

Feel free imagining Simmons dragging Rahas around to see all the Christmas displays and Rahas allowing this because Simmons looks cute all excited like that but of course he won’t admit it and will deny it to the death if confronted :D

For Lynus it would be a little more emotional. Lynus finds himself standing in front of the Christmas tree late one night and just stares at it as he tries to remember the last time he celebrated Christmas with his family. He doesn’t remember much, but he does remember the love and excitement he felt being with his family. He would remember the times as a hostage where he was never allowed to celebrate such ‘nonsense’ and he had tried to in order to help the other hostages momentarily forget how dark their lives were.

But as he stands in front of that tree, a tree he helped to decorate with his guildmates, a tree with numerous present sitting beneath it, he starts to get teary because he’s back there, in that warmth of family and love. Axel would immediately turn up and comfort him, of course, kissing away his tears and welcoming him ‘home’.

I also imagine that a few of the others around the city and explorers he helped would give him small gifts as thanks, too

This Christmas would be greatly important to the Cosmos guild, too. Especially to Simmons, Shiki, and Gerald. This would also be the first Christmas where Gerald doesn’t get wasted at the bar. In fact, since Shiki’s return he’s pulled back on his drinking greatly. To the point of only having only one drink for the night. This makes Simmons very happy.

You can also imagine Shiki getting somewhat nostalgic in front of the tree, too. Thinking about past Christmases with his wife and young son, and with uncle Gerald of course. Gerald finds him standing in front of a tree that Simmons insisted they get and goes to see if he’s alright, only for Shiki to pull him into a tight hug. Simmons, Kerri, and even Tiffany would watch from a distance, all silently pleased that Gerald and Shiki have found a sense of happiness once more~

#saneicthornda #Etrian Odyssey #etrian odyssey 2 #CtS Crew #Guardian guild

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The World Stops Chapter 9 (Jared x Reader)

Title: The World Stops Chapter 9

Summary: (Y/n) was running late to work after taking Jared to the airport the night before.

AN: Still a few more ideas and time jumps to come. Probably just a few more chapters to go!

New York City

December 24th, 2001

Filming was on a break for Christmas. As much as the fans wanted more of their show, they were more understanding when they heard it through the grape vine and early only forums that Jared’s wife at been at the World Trade Center when it collapsed. They had spent a good amount of time in L.A., enjoying the heat and suffering through the smog. But it was time to return to New York for a bit. Their apartment had been empty for a few months and they had hired a service to check their mail for them while they were gone. Plus Sammy missed Jensen and Danneel, who had flown back over a week before them.

(Y/n) wasn’t happy about being on a plane. But some sleeping pills made it much easier to manage.

Every year since Jared and (Y/n) had lived in Tribeca, they had had a Christmas party with many of the other residents. These same residents had begged them to come to the Concert for New York City. But (Y/n) didn’t feel like she deserved a spot with the other survivors and rescue personnel that were being honored there that night. So, instead they stayed in and watched it on TV, pledging money to the victim’s fund. Even though some of the residents had gotten her autographs from the acts that night as a gift.

Loaded down with gifts from LA, Jared and (Y/n) left LaGuardia. It was a little surreal to be back in New York after being in LA. There was snow on the ground as they left the airport. People were bundled up and walking in and out of the airport as they left. (Y/n) felt bad for the ones who didn’t realize that it snowed in New York.

“9/11 was fake!” (Y/n) heard someone call out. She looked over to see a group of college aged people handing out pamphlets. They looked over towards her and Jared. “Do not believe the lies that the media is telling you! 9/11 was an inside job by the Bush administration to make us all live in fear! The planes didn’t destroy those buildings! Patriotism is a lie!”

“Babe, let’s just go.” Jared said. (Y/n) shook her head and moved away from her husband towards the ground. “(Y/n)! Wait!”

“Hello ma’am. Are you ready to accept and spread the truth?” One of the members asked. (Y/n) stared at him.

“Where were you when it happened?” She asked.

“Uh, I was at my dorm at school.” He said.

“So you weren’t at ground zero?” She asked. They all shook their heads no. “Well, let me tell you something. I was. I worked there. I lost almost my entire office. I watched a little boy cry and scream because his mom was in one of those buildings. I smelled the smoke, took in a lungful of dust. I felt the papers fluttering from the office like confetti. I felt the earth shake as those two twins fell.” Jared came up to (Y/n) then. “Everyone is entitled to their freedom of speech. They’re guaranteed that by the Constitution. But when you sit there and tell me that what I lived through wasn’t real, then you have to deal with someone like me. So I suggest you go back to your Roswell happened, there was more than one gunman conspiracies.” With that, she turned and marched away from the group. Jared followed along behind her.

“Babe?” He asked. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.

“How can they say it didn’t happen?” She asked. “I saw it happen. I know it happened. Why can’t they just go back to the moon landing was fake or something?” Jared wrapped an arm around (Y/n) and kept her close to his side.

“Come on baby. Let’s get back to the apartment.” He kissed her forehead. Sammy was pulling on his leash, ready to go.

****

They walked into their place and smiled. It was home after all. Jensen’s place had been great, but it was nice to be back in their own home. They had looked at places while they were staying in L.A., and they had found a couple places that they wanted. After Christmas, before filming started back up, they were going to have their own home.

They went through the mail that had been left. There were some gifts from friends and family they wouldn’t be able to visit, there were cards, and other things. They had gotten Christmas cards from Angie and her husband, as well as Clark and his mom and dad. (Y/n) had to smile, despite the tears in her eyes.

Soon, they gathered with the other residents of their building, as well as some others from other buildings. Sammy walked around with reindeer antlers on his head, happy to get attention and food from the guests in the banquet hall of the building. Jensen spent the night talking with DeNiro about his upcoming film festival. Jensen was going to make his directing debut at it. Jared was even helping him out by acting in it.

(Y/n) excused herself from the party and headed outside where the snow was still falling. She stood out on the sidewalk, watching a few people walk around. The year before, this place had been busy with people walking around. But now, it was still pretty empty. She looked up at the sky. Last year, she had looked up at her building to see what poor bastards had to work on Christmas Eve. There were always a handful, usually security or custodians.

But it was all gone.

She wrapped her arms around herself and kept staring at the gap in the skyline. It was almost like a child that had lost their two front teeth. It was noticeable. There was no way that it wouldn’t be noticed. That’s why young men and women were at war now.

“Hey.” A voice said to her right. She turned to see a man standing there. “I saw you the day of the attack.”

“Axel?” She asked, staring at him. He was much skinnier than he had been before. His face looked haunted. He was missing his left arm from the elbow down. “My god…”

“It was crushed.” He said. “I’m gonna get me a prosthetic. A lot of people got worse than I did.” (Y/n) nodded. That’s why she had gone so long without getting her ankle looked at. She had fractured it and was in a walking cast for a while. “You were lucky that day.”

“Yeah. I guess I was.” She said. “Did you lose a lot of your friends?” She looked over at him and watched him nod. But she could tell he didn’t want to talk about it. It had to be painful. “What are you doing out here?”

“The same thing you probably are.” He said, his breath forming a cloud in front of his face. He looked over at her.

“Well, I’m hoping that if I stare at the sky long enough, it will be there and everyone we lost will be safe inside.” (Y/n) told him. Axel nodded.

“They’re talking that someday a new building will stand there.” Axel said. “To me, it won’t matter though. It will be a sign that we’re moving on, but will we really?” He sighed. “I better get going. My mom will wonder where I’m at. Can’t believe I walked all the way to Tribeca anyway.”

“Take care of yourself Axel.” (Y/n) said.

“Same to you (Y/n).” He turned and headed back the way he came. (Y/n) stood there for a little while longer, shivering some.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Jared asked, coming outside. (Y/n) looked up at him.

“Just thinking.” She said. “Come on, let’s go back and enjoy the party.” She took his hand and headed back in, the snow continuing to fall.

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