#I still just wake up feeling salty about the whole thing

[ohmygraves]

i'm coming down with a flu i think so how about some ghost taking care of sick!reader?

when you wake up in the morning, you feel like you have swallowed pieces of glass in your sleep. your eyes felt hot, watering as you tried to rub it away to no avail. your sinuses felt awful too, you can't breathe properly through your nose. and worst of all you noticed that it's not even morning anymore, as the clock on your nightstand says 13:47 instead.

you started to panic, of course, you missed work and worried about getting in trouble with your boss, frantically searching for your phone. you saw it being charged just beside the clock (not where you left it, clearly you always fell asleep on your phone so it should be on the bed), confused as you unplugged it. your husband must've charged it on your behalf.

expecting for the worst, you braced for at least 53 missed calls from your boss and coworkers, though finding none instead. this surprises you, as you clearly know that your boss would've eaten you alive if you didn't return his calls, let alone missing most of the work hours.

simon suddenly walked in, placing a cup of hot honey lemon concoction on the nightstand. this confuses you evenmore.

"aren't you supposed to be at work?"

"well, you're at home yourself, love. aren't you supposed to be at work?"

when you rolled your eyes in annoyance, simon couldn't help but chuckle, sitting down beside you on your shared bed.

"asked th' old man to let me stay home today. said i'll get the whole base sick with the germs i carried to work."

as ridiculous as it sounds, at least it makes a lot of sense. you took a small tentative sip from the cup, flinching from the temperature. you didn't expect it to be so hot, then again simon always liked his beverages scalding.

"what about my work—"

"called your workplace for you, sweetheart. just rest for now, you sound worse than price today."

"you're so mean..."

"well i love you too."

he stood up, giving your head a small pat, his lips curled into a small smile. "i'll get you some food so you can take your meds."

you nodded weakly, unsure what else to say now since now your head feels like it's spinning. you placed the hot cup back on the nightstand, not wanting to spill it and getting hot lemon all over the bed or the carpet. no way in hell you're cleaning all the mess when you can't even stand up.

you must've fallen asleep afterwards, as simon woke you up, a bowl of hearty cream soup in hand. it has all of your favorite things in it, and smells surprisingly good. that's odd, simon doesn't really cook.

"where'd you buy this...?" you asked, clearly can't see him cooking this from scratch.

"i made this for you, love. now stop being snarky and eat it."

you didn't even have the energy to protest, just taking small bites from the bowl. it was surprisingly tasty, although a little too salty for you. some of the vegetables are also a little undercooked. now this is more like what you expected.

"not bad, gordon ramsey."

"still have the energy to joke around, i see."

"it's a compliment, simon."

now it was his turn to roll his eyes, sitting beside you and watching you eat his food. you pointed out how it tasted, and what he might have to fix next. he nodded quietly, hand caressing your hair slowly as he listened.

"i didn't get any call or text from work... what did you do?"

"just a little convincing, nothing big."

he didn't mention (vaguely) threatening your boss, or how he basically begged the captain to stay home today so he could take care of you instead. you don't need to know that.

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[baldval]

Since you made one for Valentine’s Day, how bout celebrating Halloween with the main hazbin cast? Maybe Charlie is throwing a Halloween party or something!

HALLOWEEN W HAZBIN! ₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox, charlie, valentino, lucifer, alastor

warnings: nothing :)

a/n: idk if i like alastor's part, he's just so hard to write imo😭😭 pls tell me what you think guys🤞

VOX:

꩜ it’s obvious to anyone that vox looooves halloween. 

꩜ he’s claimed to you on several occasions that it’s his favorite holiday.

꩜ and that getting the chance to spend it with you only makes it better. 

꩜ and how does vox spend Halloween? two words.

꩜ haunted house. 

꩜ you never really understood the concept of having those on hell.

꩜ hell is already scary as it is.

꩜ however, being an overlord, having the control that vox has, eliminates some of the fear most people normally feel.

꩜ so a haunted house is his favourite place to go when he wants to feel some of that adrenaline.

꩜ he picked you up that night and away you went, ready to get your scare-factor on. 

꩜ darling, if you get scared, just let me know!” he pointed to himself with a grin "i'll stop the whole thing, i swear".

꩜ “afterall, I wouldn’t be much of a man if I can’t protect the person I care about most.” he smiles at you and you can't help blushing.

꩜ you stuck to him like glue, laughing and screaming through every house you went through.

꩜ it was well into the night before you both decided to call it.

꩜ your throats raw and blood pumping from the adrenaline.

꩜ but even in your stupor, vox still managed to take your breath away once he brought you back to your apartment.

꩜ his arms circled around you as he kisses your face.

꩜ you bury your face in his neck as you hug him goodbye.

CHARLIE:

꩜ as far as charlie is concerned, you can’t celebrate Halloween without a good time.

꩜ and to her, the best way to do that is with a party!

꩜ she throws one once every year at the hotel, because, how could she not?

꩜ “you’ll come right? you have to! pleeeease!”

꩜ she’s so adorably persistent, eyes all puppy dog wide and hands folded.

꩜ your answer is obvious.

꩜ and it had her jumping up and down throughout the whole lobby.

꩜ upon arriving at the hotel, you were completely in awe of the change of scenery.

꩜ what once had a reddish vintage look now practically screamed 'halloween'.

꩜ costumes, decorations, snacks, bowls filled with candy, games, music.

꩜ you knew your girlfriend sure took things to the extreme, but nonetheless, it was always fun.

VALENTINO:

꩜ valentino loves halloween.

꩜ you could say he likes it for the aesthetic and you would be right.

꩜ he'd invite you over that night to spend the evening with him.

꩜ you thought maybe you were gonna go to a halloween party, somewhere filled with decorations and people.

꩜ but when you get to his house you only see a mountain of scary and halloween themed movies piled high on the coffee table in his living room.

꩜ along with a bowl of popcorn, soda, and a selection of only your favourite candies of course.

꩜ “are we… gonna watch all of these?”

꩜ "well duh. why? you got something else to do?”

꩜ unexpected, indeed, but who would complain?

꩜ it was hard to pick which movie to watch first since he had such an extensive collection, but you both decided to kick things off with the classic 'the nightmare before christmas'. 

꩜ after that, 'carrie', 'scream', 'anabelle', 'halloween' too of course.

꩜ name it, and valentino had it. 

꩜ you sat on the sofa between his legs the entire time, bowl of popcorn in your lap, and you silently fed him pieces of the salty snack while he unwrapped and fed you bits of candy. 

꩜ it was the perfect way to spend halloween and you wished you could have gone at it all night.

꩜ but after the 7th film, you had promptly knocked out against val’s chest, popcorn bowl empty.

꩜ but instead of waking you up, he merely shut off the tv and covered both your bodies with a blanket, kissing your forehead.

LUCIFER:

꩜ you're getting ready as you anxiously wait for the king of hell.

꩜ the hotel was organising a halloween party, and of course you couldn't miss it.

꩜ and of course you were going with lucifer.

꩜ you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with nerves.

꩜ just as you were beginning to think he might not show, you heard a knock at the door.

꩜ with a mischievous grin, he strutted over to you.

꩜ "sorry for the delay, darling," he said, offering you his hand. "hope you didn't wait too long."

꩜ you accepted his hand, feeling a thrill run down your spine as his fingers intertwined with yours.

꩜ "not at all," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach.

꩜ together, you walked in to the lobby, greeted by the lively sounds of the halloween party in full swing.

꩜ you were sitting at the bar, just chatting.

꩜ "i have to go to the bathroom, i'll be right back" he says with a wink as he leaves.

꩜ "hmm so he really is in love with you" you hear husk, the bartender, say.

꩜ "oh so you've doubted that?"

꩜ "not really, it's just that it's the first time i see it in live action".

꩜ "what do you mean?" you question him.

꩜ "i mean, do you see the way he stares at you as you talk." he fills up a glass. "pure adoration."

꩜ you feel heat creeping up your cheeks and turn around before husk realises how flushed you are.

꩜ lucifer gets back and it isn't long before you find yourselves in the ballroom.

꩜ with a twirl, he pulls you into his arms, and the two of you began to dance to the infectious beat of the music.

꩜ as you moved together, laughter bubbled up between you, your clothes swishing in tune with the music.

꩜ "you know," he says, his voice low as he spun you around, "there's nothing i would want more in the world that being with you."

꩜ you couldn't help but smile at his words, feeling a warmth spreading through you.

꩜ "well i can assure you it goes both ways." you replied, caught up in the moment as you gazed into his eyes.

ALASTOR:

꩜ it does surprise you that the radio demon has no idea what halloween is.

꩜ he comes up to you and asks you why the whole lobby is filled with pumpkins and little paper ghosts and black and orange streamers.

꩜ you simply smile and say, “it’s halloween!”

꩜ “oh…”

꩜ it’s not that he didn’t know what hallowen was, he explained to you.

꩜ he just wasn’t really aware of what occurred during the holiday itself.

꩜ so you decided it was time to change that. 

꩜ you told him to meet you at your room, not giving him any more details than that.

꩜ when he arrived, you took him by the hand and led him towards one of the best places you could possibly think of to give him a proper introduction to the spookiest night of the year. 

꩜ the pumpkin patch. 

꩜ upon arriving, alastor seemed absolutely awestruck at all the different things there were to do.

꩜ the corn maze, hayride, petting zoo (to which you found out that alastor is a major softie for animals).

꩜ and of course, pumpkin carving.

꩜ it was so cute watching his expressions.

꩜ how his brow would furrow when he tried removing the guts and how his tongue would poke out when he began working on the face.

꩜ you almost forgot you had your own pumpkin to carve. 

꩜ you both left in the later evening, hand in hand as the stars twinkled above you. 

꩜ “so what did you think? did you have fun?”

꩜ you were expecting a nod, or a quick little hum. 

꩜ but he straight whisked you off your feet and into his arms.

꩜ and you knew that right now, the smile on his face was truly genuine.

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[teddiesworldd]

"you're perfect to me".

body issues? not allowed, honey. i feel like simon would be so good at hyping you up when you're feeling bad about yourself. he'd just know the perfect thing to say to you to make you feel better. (500 words)

a/n: this is something i struggle with so maybeeee this is a bit of a self-insert. oh well, hope u enjoy! i've tried to write it so it can be applied to any body type.

pairing: simon riley x gn reader

tags/warnings: body issues, self-critical talk, insecurities, brief mentions of sex, angst(??)

you looked into the mirror for probably the 100th time today. your weight had changed, it was no secret. if anyone looked hard enough, it would be obvious. it was difficult to recognise the person looking back at you. all your little imperfections had just added up and up and suddenly you hated yourself. how could he look at you and still love you when you were so different to who you were before? he'd probably noticed how you were feeling, too. you'd been wearing baggier clothes, moving his hands away when he cuddled you, dimmed the lights when you made love. you just didn't want him to see what you were seeing. for him to feel your body under his touch.

hiding it was going well until he asked you to shower with him. it was something that normally you'd say yes to, so when you declined, something clicked in his mind and he worked out why you'd been shying away from him recently.

"lovie, is there something you wanna talk about?"

he looked down at you so sweetly, with such concern in his eyes, that you immediately started to break down in front of him. it was like everything you'd been bottling up inside just burst out all at once. he pulled you into his chest, running his big hands through your hair and over your back.

"i hate how i look now." you whispered. "my body is so different. i used to be so pretty"

simon's heart absolutely crumbled. he thought you were the prettiest thing in the whole world. he couldn't believe you could see yourself as anything other than beautiful.

"you're perfect to me. absolutely perfect. when i first saw you, i thought you were gorgeous, love. and i still think that. every morning when i wake up and see you, i think the same thing. i got so lucky with you"

he looked down at you and carefully wiped your eyes. he looked just as broken as you did, still shocked that you could see yourself so badly.

"but i don't look the same anymore." you replied. it was so hard to believe him when your head was being so cruel to yourself. you didn't think he was lying to you, definitely not. it was just so different to what you'd been telling yourself.

"it doesn't matter if your body has changed. i still love it. i still love you." he pressed a gentle kiss to your salty lips. it was firm, but so loving. "let me show you how much i love your body."

he took your hand and led you to the shower. it was so difficult to let yourself be seen. to be so vulnerable in front of your lover. but you trusted him. he gently washed your hair and body, massaging the soaps into you which relaxed you completely; you could feel yourself melting into his touch. the way he looked at you - like you were the most precious thing in the universe - it made you feel so much better about yourself.

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[mochalate]

"ghosts" ; postwar!levi/reader w/c: 700 ; fluff/angst

unlike levi, you're physically whole, but you seem to have lost some pieces of yourself too

“Do you want milk in your tea?” you ask, firing up the stove.

Levi pretends there isn’t a lump in his throat. “No.” 

He remembers you asking him this question before, in another life. One where the monsters didn’t only show up at night; where you knew what they looked like without him having to tell you. 

Where you remember he hates milk in his tea.

Levi fears he's being greedy, wishing for you to remember. He’s been doing nothing but wishing for the last few months— how long until the universe takes away everything it’s given him this time, like he’s a spoiled child having his playthings confiscated after a tantrum? 

He tries to be grateful. You survived that fall from the Founding Titan’s spines. Someone, somewhere had listened when he’d held your hand and prayed for you to wake up, to look at him just one more time, so he could apologise for not being there to catch you. He’d wanted nothing more than to hear you say his name again. So what if you'd ended up saying it like a question?

Levi watches you set his cup down in front of him, smiling. You’re always smiling now, far more than before. It makes him worry he’s being selfish, wanting you to get better. Wouldn’t he choose to forget too? All of the death and the destruction, from the underground to the coast of Marley; and the powerlessness to stop any of it?

He tries to tell himself he would, but he knows it’s a lie. What else did he have to show for all of it, if not for those memories?

“Have you remembered anything?” he asks. 

You shake your head. “I’m sorry, Levi.”

“Don’t apologise. You aren’t doing anything wrong.”

You bite your lip— just like you always did. That’s what gives him this devastating, soul-gouging hope, every day. How you’re still you. You still like sweet things more than salty ones, and your spoon still produces the same clinking melody when you stir the sugar into your tea. 

He allows the wound to reopen itself every morning after you ask to start sleeping next to him again, because he wakes up with your head tucked against his shoulder just like he remembers. He knows everything is still in there, buried somewhere inside your body; because on some nights, you cry and struggle in your sleep, running from things that won’t ever chase you anymore. 

Levi selfishly wakes you up, to ask you again and again if you remember, but you never do. 

Pieck had visited once, back from one of their peace-mongering trips. They weren’t working, she’d told him. She’d heard all about him from his brats in the 104th, and thought he would have some sage wisdom; or at least understand what it felt like to lose hope in something you believed in.

He couldn’t supply either of those things.

Pieck was smart, he’ll give her that. She had understood immediately. 

“I always felt,” she’d said, “that it was the worst thing in the world to not have any scars to show. But at least I could explain what was wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with her,” Levi had replied. It was true.

Pieck had hummed. “There’s definitely something wrong with you though, captain. Who thinks waking their wife up from a nightmare is selfish?”

It's selfish, because Levi feels like what he wakes you up into must be the real nightmare, lying next to a strange man who knows more about you than anyone else in the world.

"What's got you worried?" you ask him, shaking him out of his thoughts.

He's worried you'll realise he could just be a bad dream, if that's what you wanted. "I'm not worried."

"You're quiet."

"I'm always quiet."

You laugh. He realises your cup is already half-empty, and his is untouched.

"You're quiet, but not like this. Penny for your thoughts?"

You give him a smile that's as lovely as always, as lovely as it's always been. He knows he could fall in love with that smile as many times as it took. And when you reach for his hand, he wants to believe you'll allow him to, even if it's just for today.

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[fairysluna]

unrequited.

Aegon was unable to keep his love for you as a secret, but he did not expect for you to shatter his heart into pieces after realizing you do not feel the same way.

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PAIRING — Aegon II Targaryen x Fem!Reader.

TAGS — angst, unrequited love, inspired by THAT scene from little women, hurt/no comfort, a bit of miscommunication, one sided love, a lot of crying, guilt, cursing, aegon was named heir. If something is missing, let me know!!

AUTHOR'S NOTE — i was sad, i was watching little women, and then i remembered that i haven't written angst in a very long time. It's short, but well, it is what it is. I'm trying to escape the writer's block so bear with me if this isn't perfect, hope you all like it!🤍

WORD COUNT — 1.6k

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤenglish is not my first language.

There was something in the way his eyes looked at you that should have warned you about what was going to happen. Maybe the way his company felt slightly different, or the way he purposely brushed his hand as he walked beside you along the shore of Dragonstone.

A peaceful silence reigned between you two, where only the sound of the sea and seagulls were heard. There was never a need to be talkative whenever you were with him, you two did not need words to express to one another, just a single glance at him and you would be able to read him as if he was a book. It had always been that way. Aegon had never attempted to hide how much he enjoyed your company; no matter how many duties and responsibilities his position might have, he would always find some time during the day to make you company. The mere sound of your cheerful laughter was enough for him to feel whole. Happy.

Your friendship with Aegon began unexpectedly; you were a Lady of a small house, bannermen of the Tyrells. Not even in a million years you would have thought you were going to be one of the heir's closest friends. But you were, and Aegon loved it. You were not like other maidens, you always saw beyond his royal title, beyond the power he would once hold. You saw him as Aegon, Egg as you would sometimes prefer to call him. He loved that you were a breeze of fresh air that would wake him up from his torment every time he felt too overwhelmed.

You were everything for him, an escape of the four wall prison that would often be disguised as a castle. You set him free.

Aegon, inevitably, fell for you in the most beautiful of ways; slowly and unexpectedly. One day he woke up and felt the urge to hold you in his arms each morning; he could not stand another minute without you by his side - it felt almost unnatural to be without your company. His heart found a reason to beat with your presence, his brain would often overshadow his thoughts with silly daydreams about you.

You, you, you. It's always you. It has always been you.

Now, as you were complaining about your Septa scolding you that same morning, Aegon was in awe, mesmerized by you doing such a mundane thing like talking. And, bewitched by the way your lips moved, he stopped his pace. Salty air filling his lungs as he encouraged himself to say what he has been dying to say to you.

You did not realize about it until you were a few steps further than him, and you turned around. He was just looking at you; his puppy, lilac eyes staring at your face almost without blinking. You chuckled nervously, confused about what was happening. You smiled awkwardly, feeling a bit too exposed all of the sudden.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, frowning.

He did not reply, but you saw it in his eyes.

Your smile slowly faded away once the realization hit you, and the atmosphere changed immediately.

“Aegon…” You mentioned his name so differently, it felt almost foreign due to the way it left your lips. It was a plea, you were begging him to not say the words that were about to be pronounced.

He took a step closer; the dreamy glow in his eyes was still there, as if he had not seen the look on your face yet.

“Please, don't,” you managed to say, breathlessly. Your heart was beating so fast that you felt tired. Exhausted, even. You desperately tried to stop it before it was too late.

But you failed.

The weight in your chest became heavier, almost unbearable. Your lower lip was shaking, your legs trembling. You were heartbroken because you knew what you would have to do. Shaking your head, you refused to let him speak, both of you interrupted your words as a desperate attempt to silence each other.

“You need to hear me-”

“-stop this, Aegon-”

“-there’s no use to keep hiding it-”

“-don’t do this-”

“-you know what I'm about to say-”

“-Aegon, please-”

“-I love you.”

The heat of the burning sun was not enough to vanish the coldness that suddenly grew between you two. You closed your eyes, defeated. The silence became painfully awkward, and in that moment Aegon knew the truth.

His heart shattered.

You lifted your head to meet his eyes; they were covered by a layer of tears that were reluctant to escape. He was trying so hard not to fall apart, almost shaking as he stood as stiff as a rock.

“I love you,” he repeated in a whisper, thinking you might have not heard it the first time. “Please… please say it back.”

“Aegon-”

“Please,” he pleaded. His voice was broken and weak, trembling as he choked on a sob. “Please, say it.”

“You cannot do this to me-”

“I have loved you since the first day,” he confessed. “I’ve been trying to deny my feelings, trying to convince myself that it was nothing more, but it is. I need you, I love you more than words could tell, and my heart cannot bear another day without you being mine.”

“Aegon, I don't- I can't-”

“I want you to be my queen, my life companion,” he continued, watching you as you kept shaking your head. “My love, I want everything with you. I want to rule this fucking kingdom with you by my side. Please…”

“Aegon, I'm not fit to rule-”

“Me neither, but we can be a great team, I- I know that-”

“I can't be a queen, I can't marry you,” you interrupted him, trying to make understand your point.

You hated the prohibitions of a title. You see how Aegon was trapped in an invisible cage without escape, and you did not want that for yourself. You wanted freedom, you wanted to travel, to cross the Narrow Sea and meet foreign lands. As a queen, you would be caged; and as a wife to a king, you would be forced to provide him with heirs you do not wish to have yet.

It was selfish, you thought, but it was the thing that would make you happy.

“Aegon, this would never work,” she murmured as she grabbed his hands. He took a sharp breath when he felt your touch. “We're too different, we do not wish for the same things.”

“I know you love me too…. I know you do,” he told you. Some part of himself knew that it was a desperate attempt to try and convince himself that his words were true. But, deep inside, he knew it was not the case; one single glance at you would tell him what he's too afraid to accept.

“You are my best friend, you are the person that I trust the most, you-”

“Because you love me!” he raised his voice.

“I don't, Aegon…” you stopped him before he could say more. His nostrils twitched once he felt the itch on his nose, his lips trembling. “I don't love you like that.”

There was another silence. It was torturous. Aegon pulled his hands away from you. You quickly wiped the rebel tear that fell down your cheek.

“I know you think I'm the one, but I'm not. We would never work, this would only make you miserable-”

“You're the one for me,” he murmured, his eyes lost in the ground.

“I'm not,” you said, trying to reach him, but he just took another step back. “You'll find someone who will love you, who truly deserves you-”

“Am I not worthy of your love?” He suddenly asked, your heart aching at his broken voice.

Gods, you were about to explode.

“You're much more than what I truly deserve, Aegon, you're way better than-”

“I want you, I don't want another. I love you, I could never love anyone else the way I love you!”

“But you will!” you raised your voice to match his. “You will love someone else, and you will forget about me.”

“I can't ever forget about you,” he muttered. He remained quiet for a while before he looked down at you, noticing your teary eyes; a part of him hated himself for making you cry. After a few seconds he said, “I figured you would love me too… After everything we've lived and felt together. I thought we were gonna be happy-”

“You will be happy, Aegon. You'll find a fine young maiden who will give your life a purpose, but that is not me. It cannot be me.”

“You were my purpose,” he murmured, his face covered in tears as his puppy eyes would not look at you.

He felt embarrassed for how broken he was. For how naive he had been to even dare to believe you could possibly love him back. He wondered how he could be so foolish.

“I wish I could be the woman you want, I wish I didn't have to say these things- Aegon!”

He walked away, not wanting to hear any other of your excuses. It hurted enough as it is, your words would only wound him even more.

You tried to stop him, to grab his arm, yelling his name, and try to make him understand you, but he just walked away leaving his footprint on the wet sand as you stood there.

Tears were streaming down your face as you watched him go, one of your hands pressed against your chest as if you were trying to take the pain away. It hurted you to see him so broken, especially when you know it was you the one who caused it.

You had just lost your best friend, and there was no returning point from that.

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❥ DAY 8. Phone Sex! with Eren Jaeger

Summary. A boundarie of not having sex with your hot ex-fuckboy boyfriend for a whole month is eating you from the inside and you decide that it's time to tempt him with a good night selfie.

Content Warning. Fem! reader, no use of Y/N, all characters are adults, smut, masturbation (male and female receiving), dirty talk, fantasizing about vaginal and oral sex.

Word count. 2,858.

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Dating with the Eren Jaeger scared you at first as much as he made you happy.

He had his fuckboy reputation, a guy who couldn’t stay with a girlfriend for more than two weeks if it happened the miracle that at least they had a few things in common out of sex. So, you doubted his feelings for you every time he insisted on how much he was in love with you.

One time, tired of his insistence and a little caught by his charm, you agreed and Eren almost bursted into tears thinking that you were joking with him. When you assure him that you were giving him a chance, he almost made you throw up by how fast he lifted you from your waist to spin you both in circles.

But, scared of him breaking your heart, you made a deal with him to not have sex until a month has passed. If he was really in love with you as he said it won’t be a problem, and he’s proving it with all his kindness along these three past weeks.

Actually, it’s been hard for you to resist.

All your friends always ask about how real is his reputation in sex, sharing the experiences that some girls have told them; his experience, knowledge about where to touch, his tongue, his size—

Fuck, you should stop remembering those things when you’re in his car.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Eren shrugs, squeezing your thigh playfully when he notices you spacing out in a red light. “You didn’t like the food? Or the movie?”

“No, no. I loved it, really.” You assure, grabbing his hand on your thigh to intertwine your finger with his and stop picturing his body between your legs, sweating and holding tight your legs as he pounds in you and says the dirtiest words—.

Stop!

“I’m just sleepy. In this month I usually get a lot of work to do, y’know” You continue, closing your eyes as he hums and keeps driving. That’s not fully a lie, since you were almost falling asleep on his shoulder during the movie when it got a little slow.

“You can sleep, I’ll be careful to drive slowly so you can rest a little.” He winks at you, feeding those warm tickles on your stomach every time he spoils you and nod with a blush.

When Eren arrives at your apartment, he shakes your shoulder softly to wake you up, opening your eyes from a little nap and having in front of your face his sharp features and dark green eyes on you has a big effect on you. 

He's attractive, so damn attractive. In connection to his confident personality you feel like a fly trapped in a spider's trap everytime you realize the feelings for him growing on your chest.

Breaking the small distance between your faces, you finally kiss him, tasting the salty flavor of the popcorn on his lips when he sighs softly by your action.

But still, he grins pleasantly as he returns the kiss.

He doesn’t waste the opportunity to grab your neck and deepen the kiss slowly, sucking softly on your tinted lips and making you shiver at the feeling of his fingers playing with your nap, giving you tickles. You bring up your hands quickly to grab his shoulders, scratching softly on his skin with your nails and whimper on his mouth, feeling your chest starting to beat harder as you clench your thighs against each other.

The temperature in his car starts to get hot as one of his hands plays with the verge of your shirt as you bite softly his lower lip. Eren groans on your lips and you feel like you’re about to stop fantasizing but he breaks your illusion by pulling back and resting his forehead against yours, licking his lips like he wants to taste the remains of your lips on him.

“You need to get inside before It gets late.”

You pout, still caressing his neck with your nails as you lean on him again for another kiss, he returns the kiss complaining everytime you pull back for air and he bites his lip to not let out a sound by how good it feels when you start digging your nails on him.

“It’s okay if I’m with you.” You say, in a shame tone that makes him laugh and give you a quick peck on the lips.

Tastes good, but it's not what you wanted.

“Come on, I know you’re tired. I’ll let you know when I arrive at my place, okay?” He grabs your face to kiss your forehead before leaning back to smile at you as you have to swallow your begs since you put that damn boundary of not having sex.

You get inside and take a long shower to forget about your desperation to, at least, get a little chance to make out with him. But he’s really serious about showing you that he doesn’t want you just for a hookup.

When you unlock your phone and see that he sent you a message to say that he arrived safely you can’t help but bite your lip at the idea that is popping up in your brain right now. You want to tempt him, to make his legs tremble in the same need as yours so he can ignore that damn boundarie.

It’s not that you can blame Eren for his relationships since you can’t even remember when you dated your last boyfriend. While you take off your clothes and take a good pose in front of your mirror in your white lingerie you can’t even remember if you shared nudes with your ex.

After taking some good photos and rambling around your room debating if it’s okay to do it since he’s working so hard on you. You decide that it’s now or nothing.

You press the blue bubble on the inferior right corner of your phone to send the picture and throw your phone at the bed as you cover your face with your hands to ignore it.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Eren was scrolling on his social media while he was drinking a water bottle on the couch when the notification sound appeared on his screen. He smiles and opens your message with a smile predicting how cute will be your good night selfie but he chokes on his water with a loud cough that could’ve awakened Armin in his dorm.

He has to take a long look at the picture while his mouth gets dry even after taking a good sip of water. 

You were wearing a white lingerie, seated on your knees in front of your mirror while your free hand was holding one of your breasts, squeezing it between your soft fingers. Eren’s crotch immediately reacted at it even if he tried to hold it down in his pants by pressing his hand on there, using all his willpower to ignore his arousal.

His hand squeezes him above the pants, letting out a soft whine. He’s so fucking horny. Especially after every date you’ve had in these past three weeks.

Opposite to what you thought, Eren is aching in pain to at least hear how it sounds the smallest and thinner of your moans. But he understands your doubts, so he agreed to your condition of not having sex, he’s fucking madly in love with you and, for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want to blew this.

He loves everything about you; your eyes, your smile, the way you laugh, the way you squeeze his biceps every time he kisses you for a little longer, how you squirm under him when he tickles you… He loves to imagine how would you look like being a fucked out mess under him.

Still, he decides to play the role of the responsible one in the relationship when he presses the call button.

“Hello?” You answer, with the most innocent tone of voice in the world. And he’s going crazy with the hard effect that sends another squeeze on his crotch.

And, well… He can’t hold the groan in reaction. Breathing heavy on the phone.

“H–Hey?... ‘Ren, are you there?” Another squeeze, this time a painful moan comes through your speaker. “Eren, is everything fine!?”

“How am I supposed to be fine when you are sending me that when I’m supposed to sleep?” He answers, in what you think is an angry tone, but you feel like you reached your intention.

So you have to keep going until you receive what you want.

“What are you talking about? I just wanted to wish you good dreams” You pout at the phone, grinding your thighs against each other as the shiver through your spine as you hear the hard breathing. “You didn’t like it?”

Eren laughs raspy through the phone and you have to bite your lip to not moan at the effect that it has on the pool growing between your legs.

“Am I supposed to be happy with you tempting me to break our deal?”

"It's just that I missed you" Eren knows that change of tone in your voice, that breathy words and the sheets moving. Are you still using that lingerie? Are you naked? Fuck— "Are you mad at me?"

He has thrown back his head on the back of the couch while his hand keeps rubbing on the hard erection growing on his pants. Eren is avoiding the temptation of letting his pain be free and pump all the pain away as he tells you all the ways he wants to bend you and make you scream his name.

No, no. He has to be a good boyfriend.

“It could be that you don’t want to fuck me?” You whine, starting to rub small circles on your clothed clit, finally letting go some small whimpers and light moans. Eren shuts his eyes harshly as his hand slowly zips down his pants.

His length jumps immediately out from his jeans as soon as he pulls them down. His tip is swollen and tense, even his balls are heavy and painful after the kissing on his car.

"I–I'm so, so wet, Eren! I want you to fuck me until I feel like a ragdoll!" You whine, turning on the bed to lie on your stomach as your fingers rub faster circles on your clit.

But, a good boyfriend would leave you halfway like that?

“Don’t fucking say that,” The pain between his legs has been finally let out, convincing himself that if it’s through the phone it doesn’t counts as sex. “I want to fuck you as much as I want to see you— Fuck! S–Smiling”

His hand finally started pumping from his tip to his base to lubricate himself with his precum. He feels more sensitive than other times, his voice even shakes softly on the speaker while he tries to keep it low to not wake up Armin.

The way his teeths are digging hard on his lower lip to not moan so hard by how sensitive his cock is might end up on a bleeding cut on his lips. Fuck— Why did you both had to choose to masturbate through the phone right now?

His try to keep his voice low makes him sound more huskier, and you love how he groans your name in that delicious and shaky low volume.

“Then stop playing,” You whine through a moan, moving your panties aside to start rubbing softly your entrance with your tips. “Come ooon— I’m so wet for you, Eren”.

"If I fuck you now we'll be in trouble, dear."

"Why?" You whine, trembling as your fingers rub up and down against your entrance. "I need you badly, 'Ren."

“Yeah…?” He whines, squeezing his length as he pumps trying to restrain the wet sounds with a slow peace that tortures him. God, why does Armin have that damn light sleep? “Turns out that I’m also harder than ever for you, babe. I wanted to— Agh! To bend you on the damn table and mark all your body”.

You sink the moans against the pillow, but Eren groans in anger hearing the strangled moan.

“Don’t hold your sweet sounds, darling. Please, don’t tease me more than this month without sex”.

“‘Ren” You whimper as you introduce two fingers inside your soaking cunt from hearing all his pleas. Eren is always flirty and confident, but it seems that he has a whiny side under his mask of heartbreaker fuckboy. 

"I bet that your tiny fingers can't fill you as good as mine— God! They can't even feel you as my cock it would, right?"

You tremble hard, riding your hand as you nod against the pillow.

"Y–Yes! I… I need your fingers; your mouth; y–your everything!" You cry, resting your cheek against the pillow as you try to keep the phone against your ear while the other digs your fingers inside your cunt.

“Oh, baby. You don’t know how bad I want to make you cry my name again and again” You hear the sound of cloth moving and a soft echo of wet dripping on the speaker. “To ruin all your pretty makeup as you take all my dick between those sweet, puffy lips— Fuck, I… I love you so much, dear!”

Eren shuts his eyes, trying to picture on his head the more accurate image of you fingering yourself in front of him: such a whiny mess of drool and sweat, begging for him to stuff your little puffy cunt with his fat cock.

Even through the waves of pleasure running through your body as you slide a third finger that creates a mess of dripping juices on the bed, you feel a warm tickling on your chest by his words. You’re not sure if the shake in your voice is caused by your fingers pushing in and out or the sudden shyness growing.

“I… I l–love you t— Fuck!” You arch your back when your palm accidentally rubs against your swollen clit, making your legs shake as Eren growls on the other side. He doesn't even need more photos and even less a video, he’s just happy to be getting off to your sweet moans and whimpers. “I love you too—! Fuck!”

“Y–Yes, yes! That 's it, baby! Please— Please, cum with me” Eren keeps his eyes shut and squeezes hard his length with fast pumps until he cums groaning between his teeths and spreads all his load around his thighs. On the other side, you squirm and cry out loud his name as your body trembles and your juices drip down along your folds and thighs.

“‘Ren…” You whimper, still spasming and riding solwly your fingers while you hear him breathing hard on the other side. He doesn’t answer and you take a deep breath before asking again. “‘Ren!”

“So–Sorry… I was… Breathing” He chuckles, breath taken, the cute try of him clearing his throat  makes you laugh softly on the speaker even if you’re also struggling to stay awake. “What’s so funny, huh?”

You laugh again, speaking softly and pulling out your fingers as you bite your lip to hold the tiny moan.

“I… I was thinking that you’re cute when you’re horny.”

“Cute?” He snorts, opening his eyes slowly trying to focus his view after shouting them so hard. “I’ll dare you to call me cute when I finally fuck you.”

"So… You'll finally let me test how real are the rumors about my favorite fuckboy?"

“It could be that you only want me for my body? So that means that your previous “I love you” was fake?” He pretends to be offended, smirking at the other side. “You, bad woman. Taking advantage of me”

"Eren!" You whine, all blushed from the post orgasm tiring and embarrassment. "I love you and I want you to fuck me, I can wish for both at the same time."

Eren snorts, trying to ignore the soft bounce on his dick.

"No way, dear. I'm a man of word and I'll keep it until the month has passed," He knows that you definitely pouted. "But after that, be ready for me to not let you sleep for a whole week."

You laugh audibly, like music for his ears and he smiles as you both keep a small talk until you start yawning and he cuts the call.

Eren laughs looking at the screen showing your contact. He’s about to think about what to do with his dirty pants but a towel falling on his lap startles him, he looks up pale to find his blonde best friend glaring down like he wants to strangle him.

“Look,” Armin pinches the bridge of his nose, wrinkling his eyebrows. “I’m happy that you finally got a girlfriend that you actually love. But next time at least do it in your dorm or buy me some earplugs”.

Eren nods repeatedly as his friend waves in dismissal and walks back to his dorm.

“You’re the best” Eren screams at him while he cleans his mess.

“You’re not!”

@softlilpeachxx

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #brilium #aot smut #snk smut #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren x reader #eren yaeger smut #eren aot #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #shingeki no kyojin smut #attack on titan smut #attack on titan x reader

[aerasx]

★ Quiet ★

Wc. 1.0k

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Warnings. Somnophilia,blowjob,brief mention of Yeonjun eating you out,teasing,big dick Yeonjun. Basically just smut.

MINORS DNI 18+

Kinktober day 2

Kinktober Masterlist

Summary. With Yeonjun’s birthday coming up you need to find away to make sure he wakes up in the best mood.

You wanted to surprise Yeonjun with the most special gift for his birthday. It’s his first birthday since you started dating. However, whenever you would ask, he would always respond, "I don’t need anything but you.” And while for a short time you found it endearing, after a while, when his birthday started creeping closer and you still didn’t know what to get him, it got annoying.

You’ve had talks with Yeonjun about kinks before and being more open to trying new things. So when he brought up somnophilia, you weren’t against the idea at all. You mutually agreed that you wouldn’t mind it.

Yeonjun had woken you up a few times like that before. Licking and nipping between your thighs teasingly before finally getting to your clitoral area, sucking and lapping at the bundle of nerves like his life depended on it.

You were sitting in bed the night before Yeonjun's birthday, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. You ended up getting him something simple as his birthday gift. Some clothes and jewelry with his favorite food. You had also made a reservation at his favorite restaurant.

Despite all of this, you still felt like you weren’t doing enough.

Yeonjun walks out of the bathroom and sees the dazed-out expression you have on your face. Assuming you’ve been deep in thought, He brings you back to reality with a kiss on your lips.

"Are you okay, babe?” Yeonjun tilts his head slightly as he asks.

"Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.” You respond

Yeonjun climbs into bed next to you and pulls you against his front. Burying his face in the crook of your neck

The next morning, you wake up earlier than usual to make sure everything is perfect for Yeonjun's birthday. You make some quick adjustments to the decorations before heading back up to your shared room, thinking Yeonjun would already be awake.

You tiptoe over to the edge of his side of the bed and look at him peacefully sleeping. It reminded you of your own relaxed face before you would wake up to Yeonjun in between your thighs.

You then get a great idea. You slowly take off Yeonjun’s shorts before crawling into the sheets, taking his soft cock into your hands.

Your hands struggle to fully wrap around his shaft, slowly pumping it to life. You tighten your hands around his shaft in order to get it fully erect. In no time, his mushroom tip is an angry red, begging to be touched and slowly dripping pre-cum.

You let the spit drip from your mouth onto Yeonjun’s shaft and massage it up and down the shaft with your hands.

You move your head to give the kitten licks at the slit of his mushroom tip. Slowly lapping up his pre-cum mixed with your dot, which had a salty taste to it.

You take the tip in your mouth first. Hollowing out your cheeks. It’s a bit of a struggle to get his shaft all the way down your throat at first, but with the number of times you do this, it only takes a few minutes before he’s touching the back of your throat.

You slowly start bobbing your head up and down, creating extra drool from your mouth onto his shaft. The sounds coming from your mouth are lewd and belong in pornography. You would be surprised if Yeonjun didn’t wake up soon. That was the whole point of this, after all.

You feel Yeonjun’s dick twisty in your throat, meaning he was close. Seconds before Yeonjun comes, you feel a hand yank your hair off his shaft. At first, you're surprised before realizing it was only Yeonjun.

His eyes drift all over your figure but end at your spit-covered lips.

"Fuck, that felt good, but now it’s my turn to treat you."

"But it’s your birthday; let me treat you." You say you are struggling to get out of his grasp before your head goes back down to lick his tip.

“A-alright then,” he trails off as your lips engulf his shaft.

Yeonjun uses his hand to make a makeshift ponytail and push your head down as you choke on every inch of his shaft. You look up to meet his eyes filled with lust as your watery eyes.”

Aww, is my baby struggling to take my cock? I thought you wanted this." Yeonjun teases you as he forces your head back down on his cock.

He throws his head back and groans as his tip hits the back of your mouth repeatedly.

Yeonjun’s hand speeds up as he thrusts his hips up into your face. Signaling he’s close. You weakly move one of your hands to play with his balls. Earning guttural moans from Yeonjun. He harshly thrust a few more times before his seed slipped down your throat. He pulls you off him as you swallow his seed. Opening your mouth to show him

“Good girl,” he grunts out, "but I think there’s still something missing from my birthday gift.”

#fluff #skz #skz fluff #bang chan #changbin #ot8 #ot8 x you #skz bang chan #skz felix #stray kids #txt post #txt #txt ot5 #txt smut #txt imagines #yeonjun smut #yeonjun

[mo0nfairy]

Three words: yandere Luis Sera.

tw :: re4 spoilers, yandere!luis, obsessive!luis, kidnapping, guns, drugging, noncon touching, blood, wounds, parasites, insinuations of sex, being physically restrained.

⸺ yall. this man. >>>>>>>> zoo wee mama !!! this dude literally has me full-on giggling and kicking my feet while i write about him in my diary. and his voice and dialogue !!!! can't get enough of him i stg- but let me chill out cuz i could literally talk about luis for hours. with that out of the way, i must address the elephant in the room. he survives here. period. (i'm still salty about this count your fucking days capcom).

you and luis had met while he was still working for los iluminados. his task was simple: lure victims into his laboratory what the sultry attitude of his, infect them with las plagas, and give them away to the saddler. and you were just like any other victim, lost and confused over what the fuck you had gotten yourself into. but for whatever reason, you didn't seem afraid at all. you were annoyed at the inconvenience more than anything.

he meets you at the church, where you had attempted to find help in the middle of your crisis. and he'd be a liar if he said you weren't much prettier than all his other victims. the way you look at him with that harsh gaze pulls on his heartstrings like a puppeteer. your furrowed brows and that adorable pout — oh, how badly he wishes to kiss it all away. but, he has been assigned a task. and as much as he wants to abandon it right then and there for you, he must persevere.

you point your gun in his direction. "forgive my manners. my name is luis sera, encantado." luis puts his hands in the air and surrenders with that all-too irritating look on his face.

he then puts on his best facade of the unfortunate traveler who got caught up in this mess. and you don't believe him for a second. you ignore his insinuations of you teaming up, as well as his obnoxious attempts at flirting and go your own way. correction, you try and go your own way. you now just have this yapping puppy dog at your side. and god, does it piss you off how flirtatious he attempts to be during such a time like this. holding open doors for you despite there being every kind of abomination on his tail; a shitty remark like "after you, i insist" with a smirk and a wink. your sneer afterwards drives him nuts.

for the first time in the entirety of this heartthrob's life, luis is chasing after someone. the pursued is now pursuing and it is slowly but surely driving him fucking insane. your resistance to his affections isn't the only thing that allures him to you, however. it's your ambition, your drive, your depth that truly thrusts him into the deep end. admitting he is deeply in love is nothing but a pipe dream, as he knows your inevitable rejection will shatter him, but he will show this love through flirtatious, albeit desperate, acts of affection. eyes softening whenever you're in his train of vision, the ardent kiss on your hand when you help him up from a ledge, doing the whole "hey, is this guy bothering you?" when there is a literal demon chasing you. (he is also 10000% a "where my hug at?" kind of guy. i am so sorry.)

by the time you two make it to his laboratory, luis knows in his heart there is no way he can hide it now. he is hopelessly and irrevocably devoted to you. so, he meticulously has you read through his notes regarding the amber. while you are occupied, luis approaches you from behind, locks you tight in his arms and shoves a syringe into your neck. you feel him press kisses to your temple as you struggle in his embrace; incoherent words of affection reverberating in your ears. soon, everything goes quiet and finally, you can rest.

a blinding light welcomes you once you wake. in an attempt to scrutinize your surroundings, you realize you are restrained to an examination table. ragged belts loop around your legs, your arm, your waist, god, even your neck. you can't move a single muscle, despite your efforts to do such. the squeaking of a stool's wheels sliding across the ground steals your attention. luis sera now sits beside you in all his glory, taking a puff from a cigarette while his other hand grasps hold of yours. you want so badly to slap it away from you, maybe sock him square in the face while you're at it, but you're paralyzed from head-to-toe and completely inexorable to his touch.

"i love you like this." his voice has that same sultry tone you're used to, but there is something sickeningly sweet that hangs off of his every word. “i'm certainly the luckiest bastard in the world to have you beneath me.”

you don't respond, only staring at him in sheer horror while he begins to caress the top of your head. and just when you think this nightmare couldn't get any worse, luis leans down and brings you into a fervent kiss. you can almost hear how his heart pounds like a drum in his chest, as it always does when you’re around. after your attempts at thrashing against him, you use all force within you to bite down on his lip as a last resort. he endures, this is worth any and all pain, before he finally pulls away from you. “mierda!” he exclaims. your mouth tastes of copper and smoke; your teeth are now painted red.

"okay, we'll skip the foreplay." he wipes his mouth with his sleeve, that smug grin returning to his lips. "come on. where's the love, baby?"

luis runs his tongue across the scar you left with your teeth and a shiver runs down his spine. your mark on him, it makes him dizzy with euphoria. and he knows how terrified you must be, considering your current circumstances and of what he is known to be capable of. but, maybe this can be a new chapter for him — for the both of you. you can continue being your most amazing self, all with him at your side. and he'll pursue a tender heart and romancing the love of his life, a major contrast to the all-too lonely, bloodied footprints in his path.

besides, people can change. right, y/n?

disclaimer :: reader is not infected lol.

#im literally just babbling at this point #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil #luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #luis sera imagine #yandere luis sera #yandere resident evil #yandere #gn reader #gender neutral reader #venus’ brain #moonfairy

[geminijade]

What Are We?

A/N: a fluffy fic with Jake and Y/N. Some parental angst. Mentions of death. Alcohol consumption. Jake being cocky but also boyfriend material. That man is a warning, mmkay. Enter at your own risk. You and only you are responsible for your reading material. Likes, hearts, comments and reblogs are definitely appreciated ❤ happy reading everyone!!!

Requested? No. This idea has been kicking around in my head for a while and it'll probably flop and I'm ok with that but at least I got it out of my head and down onto paper so to speak. Maybe a part two depending on how well this does and if I'm feeling creative 🤔

You moved to San Diego to be closer to your older sister who was stationed at North Island Naval Air Station. It was under less than ideal circumstances, your parents passing away unexpectedly and your sister Nat came back home to help you with the funerals and selling your parents house and packing everything up. She found the both of you a cute little two bedroom bungalow right on the beach. So while your sister got to hang out with hot pilots all day you got to stay at home and unpack and get the house set up. You decided to just get your room in working order and then try to find a restaurant for lunch and drinks.

You're standing in your room, looking at yourself in the full length mirror. You decided on a cute pair of cut off shorts and a tank top paired with a cute pair of beachy flip flops. The salty ocean air is coming through your second floor bedroom window and you put up light purple breezy curtains. You definitely lucked out and got the best bedroom, all by yourself on the second floor and facing the ocean. You loved waking up with the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the beach and the sun filtering through the gauzy curtains.

You put your still wet hair in a loose braid, grabbed your purse and bounced down the stairs. Giving yourself one last look in the mirror you grabbed your keys and locked the door. You decided to go to The Hard Deck for two simple reasons: your sister said that it was the go to place to see and be seen and it was in walking distance if you decided to have a drink with lunch today. You stepped outside and slid your oversized glasses off your head and onto your nose and took off in the direction of the bar. You made it in about 15 minutes and let yourself into the cool, dark interior of the mostly empty bar.

Penny was behind the bar washing some glasses and Amelia was sitting on the opposite side, notebooks and textbooks spread all over the top of the bar. They both looked up at you as the bell above the door signaled your arrival. They smiled at you and Amelia jumped up and ran to give you a hug. "Y/N! I missed you so much!! I want to come over and help you set up the new place."

You look over at Penny and she shrugs and nods. "I had an idea but you might want to run it past Phoenix first." You slung your arm around Amelia and steered her back towards the bar and sat next to her. "What's your idea, Pen?" She finished what she was doing and made her way towards you. "I thought that we could get the squadron to pitch in and help you out, if you want. "

You mulled it over and at your look of uncertainty Amelia interjected. "Maverick would totally want to pitch in and the others will fall in." At your questioning look Penny filled in the blanks. "Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and obviously Phoenix. We'll make it a whole day! It'll be so much fun!!" Amelia clapped with excitement and you couldn't help but smile because of their enthusiasm.

You placed an order for southwestern grilled chicken wrap and a strawberry mojito and sat back down next to Amelia and you two started talking about what you wanted to do while you're here. You didn't consider this place to be home but maybe it could be. You liked the idea of putting roots down and staying in one place for the foreseeable future. Amelia was rambling on about all of the fun things that you could do this summer and you were honestly only half listening to her when the bell above the door signaled the arrival of your sister leading the way with a bunch of ridiculously tall, hot and insanely in shape men. Maverick made his way to the bar and dropped a kiss on Amelia's forehead.

"Hey Pete," you stood up and made your way to where he was standing and he pulled you into a hug. "Hey kiddo, how are you holding up?" You mumbled into his shoulder "I'm ok." You could feel him nod his head and he let you end the hug and watched him greet Penny with a kiss. Amelia rolled her eyes and started making gagging noises but you thought that it was really sweet. You got lost in thought about your last relationship and how long it's been when you heard your sister say "let me introduce you."

You looked up in time to see your sister making her way through the growing crowd and you stood up to meet her half way with a hug. You'd be lost without her and she knows it. Looking over her shoulder you see a group of guys hovering on the outside of the bar. Phoenix follows your gaze and says "this is my backseater Bob," you smile politely and shake the shy man's hand. He's adorable in his glasses and you tell him as much.

A shy smile creeps over his features and you thank him for always having Nat's back. "Always," he said just loud enough for you and Nat to hear him. "I like him," you whispered to Nat. "He's definitely a keeper," she said to you as she bumped shoulders with Bob. She introduced you to the rest of the squadron: Rooster was rocking the deadly combo of 80s pornstache and hawaiian shirt but oddly enough it worked for him and you let him know that.

"Hey Hawaii 5-0, you wanna buy me a drink?" You shouted at Rooster across the bar and he gave you an incredulous look and ambled over to you. "I got you, what you want sweetheart?" You looked up at him and stood on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. He gave you a cheeky grin and told Penny what you wanted. Penny looked at you and arched her eyebrow and gave you a knowing look. Nat introduced you to the rest of the squad: Fanboy and Payback were too cute for words and Coyote was flying solo.

Phoenix was chatting with Bob and some civilians while you're talking with Rooster and the guys Penny calls out " one screaming orgasm cocktail for Y/N!" You can feel all the eyes on you as a blush crawled up your neck and you heard a texas drawl behind you "someone called my name?" You turned around and almost bumped into the most gorgeous man that you ever saw. Over six feet tall, sandy blond hair and the greenest eyes that you just wanted to get lost in. "Cat got your tongue?" The blond man asked as he winked at you and handed you your drink.

Your fingers briefly touched and the alcohol was giving you liquid courage you took the drink and downed it a few gulps. You glanced over at your sister who was preoccupied with the hottie who was laying it on thick and you suddenly felt flustered and needed some fresh air. He must have sensed that you needed to get out of here because you watched him pay for your drink and let Phoenix know that you'd be with him. You watched as he walked towards you and said " let's get out of here, yeah?" You placed your hand on his chest "whoa cowboy, I don't even know your name. " He grinned down at you and you noticed his dimples for the first time.

"Name's Jake, Sweetheart. What's your name?" You stuck out your hand and introduced yourself. "Y/N Trace." Jake gently took your hand in his and brought it to his lips. "It's nice to meet you, " you said. "The pleasure is all mine, Y/N." You took a page from Jake's book and winked at him. "Not yet but it will be. "

Penny must have noticed the smoldering stare between the two of you. "Get a room you two!!" Your face started to feel warm and Jake pointed to the sign above the bar. Penny looked over her shoulder at the sign and back to you and Jake. "Rules are rules, Pen." With all eyes on Penny, Jake placed his hand on your lower back and led you to the patio where the sun was just starting to set.

You couldn't help but be mesmerized by the different beautiful colors in the sky. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" You asked Jake and you turned to look at him to see if he was watching the sunset but he was watching you. "Definitely stunning. " He noticed you visibly gulp because his eyes were glued to you. "Are we talking about the same thing?"

Jake gave you a shy smile and sheepishly shrugged his shoulders. "I think that what's in front of me is pretty damn beautiful." You felt yourself shiver in the growing darkness but you honestly didn't know if it was because of the cold weather seeping in from the ocean or from Jake's flirty words. Jake noticed you shiver and slipped his black bomber jacket around your shoulders. "You're a charmer, Jake Seresin. "

"Can I take you home, please?" He offered you his arm and you slipped into his jacket and caught the smell of his cologne mixed in with the salty ocean air. You stepped closer to him and linked arms as you took off in the direction of your house. You walked in comfortable silence for a bit, you just wanted to remember this moment. As you turned onto your block and your house came into view you started fumbling with your purse trying to get your keys out. "Here, let me."

Jake whispered quietly as he gently took your purse from you and found your keys and the one labeled home. "Thank you, " you mumbled into his shoulder and he guided you up the stairs and you winced at the motion actived light as Jake unlocked your front door and helped you inside, he held you steady as you slipped off your sandals. He closed the door and locked it behind you. He watched you on unsteady feet as you tried to get upstairs. He was worried that you were going to fall or hurt yourself so he came up behind you and picked you up like you weighed next to nothing.

Your head lolled against his chest and he walked down to the last door on the right and toed it open. He sat you down gently at the foot of your bed and pulled down the covers for you. You smiled up at him lazily and he looked around your room. He walked over to your dresser and opened the top drawer and got a quick glimpse into your panty drawer and slammed it shut. You laughed at the expression on his face and said that your pajamas were in the third drawer, he pulled it open and handed you a pair of booty shorts and a tank top.

You took the clothing from him and went into your closet to change. Jake walked down the hall to the bathroom that he passed on the way and got you a glass of water and some headache medicine. He came back to find you snuggled up under your comforter. You smiled at each other and you made grabby motions for him and he sat down next to you and interlocked your fingers. "Do you want to stay?" Jake leaned over and kissed your forehead.

"As tempting as your offer is I really don't want to deal with your pissed off sister. " You chuckled into your blanket and he stood up and you whined as he let go of your hand. "I don't want this day to end, " you muttered as you fell asleep to Jake whispering "we'll make another one just like it tomorrow. " He quietly made his way out of your room, leaving your door slighty ajar. He was letting himself out of your house as Phoenix was coming up the walkway with her shoes in hand.

The silence was extremely awkward as they passed each other with a nod of acknowledgement. Phoenix turned around to see Jake's back as he walked back towards The Hard Deck where he left his car. "Hurt her and I'll end you, Seresin. Y/N took the passing of our parents really hard and she's vulnerable right now." Jake turned to look at Phoenix and gave her a salute as he turned back around and continued on his way.

The night breeze carried back his words "wouldn't dream of it, boss." Phoenix barely heard his words and it brought a smile to her face. It's all that she wanted for you, for you to be happy and if being with Jake made you happy that's all that matters. Phoenix shut and locked the door and quietly crept into your room. She saw that Jake had helped you change into pajamas and left out water and pain relivers for you.

It helped to put Phoenix at ease about Jake's intentions towards you. She looked down lovingly at you and brushed the hair off of your forehead. She kissed your forehead and pulled the blankets up and around your shoulders. She hoped that you would fall in love with San Diego and stay with her and if Jake helped her out then she was definitely okay with him sticking around.

~fin~ for now😉

@so-she-reads

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[swanimagines]

CLOSE TO YOU | NIKOLAI LANTSOV

Summary: Nikolai giving you his coat on a cold night at the sea results to a sweet moment with him.

The sound of waves crashing against the Volkolvny, seagulls screaming and the smell of salty sea air were some things that you loved when out at the sea. The chilly night air on the other hand, was a thing you wished would be gone. And that was the case today too, having tried to find a nook at the ship which would be safe from the winds.

That was when Nikolai spotted you, striding over with a small smile.

“Feeling a bit chilly?” he asked, making you jump up in surprise. You blinked a few times before you slowly nodded.

“A little bit. Well, quite a bit. And I didn’t find my favourite sweater,” you replied, trying to keep your teeth from clattering.

“Well, if that’s the case…” Nikolai said and without hesitation, he shed off his coat, gesturing it towards you. “May I?”

You frowned, but didn’t try to stop him as he went behind you, laying the coat on your shoulders. “Don’t you need it? You’re outside more than I am.”

You knew he smirked at that, helping your arms through the sleeves. “I don’t mind the cold if it means I get to share my coat with someone as beautiful as you.”

You felt your cheeks heating up as he said that, and you knew that’s exactly what he was after. The coat smelled like his cologne mixed with sea air and you resisted the urge to sniff it properly. And you couldn’t help but grin at his flirty comment, looking up at him shyly as he stood in front of you again. “Thank you, Nikolai. This is very kind of you.”

He looked down for a moment, letting out a little huff. “Anything for you,” he replied, a sprinkle of amusement in his voice. “Besides, I’ve been looking for an excuse to get close to you the whole night.”

Your cheeks grew hotter at that, and you let out a small laugh. Saints, this man always got you to behave like you were still “just” crushing on him and he knew it. Even when you were both aware of an unofficial relationship. But you decided to play along. “Well, you found your excuse then. And… I have to admit, I don’t mind being close to you either.”

Nikolai’s eyebrows rose a little as he looked at you, walking you towards the deck so you could look out into the sea. “Is that so? Well, maybe we should look for more excuses to be close then.”

You tried to prevent yourself from not beaming at him like an idiot and instead you crossed your arms. “Oh? And what kinds of excuses would those be?”

Nikolai chuckled, leaning a little closer. “I’m sure we’ll come up with some good ones.”

You smiled at it before turning your eyes back at the horizon - sun was already about to rise, you could see it dyeing some of the clouds with orange hue. You leaned your hands on the edge, glancing at Nikolai over your shoulder. “Yeah. But for now, I’m happy to be here with you right now.”

Nikolai came to stand beside you, laying his hand over yours, intertwining your fingers. “Me too,” he muttered. “Me too.”

And there you stood together, watching sunrise until the rest of the crew started waking up and the deck was bustling with life again.

As the sun rose up higher to the sky, you were once again reminded why these moments were to be treasured so much - the beauty of nature mixed with being with people you loved. You knew it wouldn’t last forever, Nikolai being a prince in hiding and all, but that was exactly why those moments were so important to have.

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[kittyball23]

Could you please do a fanfic about Bruce and Brandi? I’ve always been in love with married couples and now I’m just in love with them and no one talks about them! It’s killing me! Maybe how they met or something but it’s okay if you can’t. ☺️

Sure thing! I like this ship, too :)

Meeting You (a Trolls fanfic)

Slowly, but surely, Spruce came back into consciousness.

He hadn’t quite remembered when he had been knocked out, and was still not in the right mindset to remember exactly how, either. His head was fuzzy, throbbing with a dull but persistent aching, and his whole body felt like someone had beaten him senseless. He willed himself to move, but was unable to find the energy to do so just yet. Everything seemed heavy, his muscles burning with soreness and protesting against anything that would require him to shift his position.

Suddenly, somewhere in his mind, he had a dreadful thought. Maybe I'm… dead.

But his conscience was adamant to not believe that. He couldn't be dead! The life he'd had was a short one, barely two decades worth of existence, and it would be unthinkable that it could end so soon. 

Straining to search for any sign that it wasn't true, Spruce honed in on his senses, trying to pick out anything indicative that he was not, perhaps, actually dead yet. It took a second, but soon he heard it - the sound of a voice, worried at that, and a little muffled, coming from nearby. And, as his hearing equalized back to its normal level of sharpness, he came to note that it was, in actuality, coming from right above him.

"Come on... wake up..."

He felt what seemed to be a large hand pressing down on his chest, pumping rhythmically up and down against his sternum.

"Come on," it came again, in a desperate whisper this time. The pumping continued and, with the building of pressure within him, Spruce felt a substance rise in his throat, salty and acidic, and finally a violent cough sputtered out of him. He gasped for air, hacking hard for a few moments before it finally subsided. Then, slowly, he forced open his heavy eyelids. His vision swam for a moment before focusing enough to make out the basic shapes composing a face. A tall, blurry, indistinct figure hovered over him, outlined by a stunning halo glow that, if possible, made him feel even more breathless than he already was. Hoarsely, he managed to find the ability to speak.

"Am... am I in heaven?"

A light, feminine laughter met him. "No... but I guess this place comes as a pretty close second."

This place? Spruce rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times to adjust to the harsh, bright lighting, and  squinted. Now that he could see clearer, he made out the powdery white sand underneath his body, and the thick jungle-like foliage some distance behind him. Blue waves crashed at a shoreline several yards away from where he lay, in the company of whom he presumed to have been his rescuer from whatever the accident was that he'd endured. She was not a Troll, that much was clear, but what creature she was, he couldn't say he had a clue. But, even with the intriguing felt texture of her skin, stringy yarned hair, and puppet-like features that devised her characteristics, there was still something awfully alluring about her.

She was staring down at him with large, dark eyes, her expression filled with concern. "I was worried I'd have to do CPR. Are you okay?" she asked.

Suddenly, even in his withered state, Spruce felt the need to turn up the charm. "Better, now that I'm with you," he purred seductively. Or, as seductively as he could. It was difficult to sound an ounce attractive when his voice sounded like it had been put through a meat grinder. Oh well. At least his abs would fill in where his words couldn't. He turned to lay fully on his back, so that the firm, pectoral muscles were very much visible, and continued. "But just to be sure, I wouldn't mind you performing some of that mouth-to-mouth." He winked and pursed his lips, waiting to see how she'd react.

There seemed to be a sparkling look in her eyes, like one of enchantment, and Spruce believed his captivating spell to be working... until she spoke.

"Hmm. I dunno, you seem pretty fine to me."

He took it in stride. "Oh, I am fine, baby. And so are you." Spruce smiled at her, and gave another quick wink. She laughed softly, rolling her eyes at him with obvious affection, and leaned over to gently pat him on the cheek. Spruce felt his insides flutter, though he remained outwardly cool. He didn't want to appear too eager - there was a certain method to his madness, after all.

A method, it seemed, that she wasn't going to so easily be played by.

"Nice try," she whispered, getting back up on her feet and starting to head off.

Spruce was surprised to see her go so quickly. "Wait! Miss, uhh... um..." He trailed off, not actually knowing what to call her.

"Brandy," she responded.

"Miss Brandy," he repeated smoothly, wondering if her lips tasted as subtly sweet as the drink that was her namesake, "you wouldn't just leave a gorgeous, hunk of man laying in the middle of the wilderness, would you?"

Brandy paused in her steps and turned to look back at him. She tilted her head and smirked. "Maybe," she said coyly, "if he was uninjured and more than capable of walking back to town after a few minutes of rest."

Shoot, Spruce groaned inwardly. While feeling a tad bit bruised from the rough waters that had tossed him in the first place, he sported no major traumas on his body. He'd be more than capable of doing what she'd said without so much as a problem. A tad exasperated that this was not going the way he'd wanted it to, Spruce sighed. "Come on, girl, I'm trying here!"

Brandy chuckled. "Well then, I guess you'll just have to try a little bit harder then, huh?"

Spruce watched her saunter towards the trees, a small grin stretching across his features as he remained mesmerized by the slight sway her hips made with every sashaying step she took. After a few moments, she called over her shoulder.

"You're welcome for saving your life, by the way!"

And with those parting words, she slipped into the treeline, leaving him alone to stammer one meager, lovestruck reply.

"Th-thanks!"

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #spruce trolls #brandy trolls #sprandy #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes #thanks for the ask! #kittyball answers

[queenofallimagines]

oh good gods pls your luciferian hcs made me YELL they’re so good lmao i was side eyeing my altar and space for lucifer the WHOLE TIME

do you think you could do a part two? and if possible, nsfw? if not thats more than okay!! thank you and i hope you’re doing so good!!!

🕷️anon

Absolutely 🕷anon! AND LMAO YEAH I COULD FEEL HIM SIDE EYEING ME ACROSS THE ROOM AS I WROTE THESESGSHSJS asking the old man “why are you like this” whenever lucifer in game does something corny😭 ik he’s sick of me

Lucifer:

- Okay so since part 1 was when you arrived this will be more about day to day life in the next term

- Right off the bat I’m imagining minor petty spats that the other brothers are like…. Wtf is going on here

- Like y’all have been glaring across the table at one another for 30 mins and haven’t spoken a word

- WAY more picky w offerings lmao

- Is literally going to be super extra about it for no reason other than to bother you

- For example! When you give an offering to oshun( African orisha they’re like the HR in the heaven department just above the angel hierarchy) you have to eat a little first bc she was poisoned once so it’s like to show you’re in good faith

- Lucifer will ask you to do that w food you don’t like

- “Eat some”

- “I got this for you-“

- “And I want you to taste some😌”

- “….. do I really I have to???”

- “Are you telling me what to do w MY offering🤨”

- MAKE FUN OF HIM PLEASE ITS SO FUNNY!!

- A lot of people ( white peoples I fear😔) be talking about he only accepts blood offerings and you have to sell your soul or whatever and stuff but literally this man will be giddy over a red candle w gold glitter

- Write all your assignments in sparky pen so when he looks at them he can’t hold back a smile

- As a joke you leave crystals associated with him in his coat pockets but he will never take them out

- Congratulations you played ya self

- You doing the stuff you do for him out of habit will fluster him if you say it

- “Why are you waking up so early to get ready?”

- “Hm? For Lucifer”

- “No im not gunna drink this tea it’s an offering🙄”

- Please don’t tell his brothers he will lock himself in his office💀

- Whenever you google “what can I do for Lucifer” 9/10 the first thing will be taking care of yourself

- So when your self caring w asmo and you go “oh I do this bc Lucifer likes it”

- The house will expose in chaos

- Mammon demanding you tell him your card numbers “for him” LMAO

- They’re all super jealous

- Gotta tell em its nothing personal he’s just always been there for you

- Whew if he reached out to YOU?

- The silence in the house REAL LOUD😭

- Belphegor waking up and going “ik you fucking lying!!!”

- You’re all confused like???

- “…..you said Lucifer… reached out to YOU?”

- “??????yeah????”

- “As in… he ASKED you to work with him?”

- “Yeah, I couldn’t stop thinking about his name and he showed up on my door one day”

- Lmao belphie and mammon are the LOUDEST FR

- “YOU CHOSE A HUMAN?? MR I HATE HUMANS BECAUSE THEYRE WEAK??📸”

- OH SO THERES MORE THAN ONE FAKE BITCH IN THIS HOUSE HUH?”

- lmao he’s sitting there red faced clenching his fist like

- “Listen I can explain”

- He cannot explain😭

- Can’t even say he did it on a whim

- “He really picked me up like a wet cat lmao”

- “Mc I am literally begging you to shut the FUCK up”

- Oh maaaaan diavolo will get a Kick out of this!!

- Solomon is very salty

- “But I can’t get a pact😒😒”

- He’s literally going to double down and bother him more

- “Lucifer you never told me you were taking on disciples🥺”

- “I didn’t think it was that important lord diavolo simply to pass the time”

- Simeon is laughing but internally having the feels bc he’s like 🥹 “even after all this time you still choose to be a guardian angel”

- Will tell you embarrassing stories about him he is now super close to you

- “Lucifer being the lords favorite was also the best one at singing👀 he loved music”

- That’s tru btw lmao Lucifer was like one of the angels who liked singing the most thats what makes humans and angels so alike- love for music and dancing-

- Call him your morning star and he MELTS

- Back to why were really here😌

- Call him that during sex or when you first wake up and he’s on cloud nine

- FUCK HIM DURING GOLDEN HOUR🗣🗣

- He’s literally he rises in the morning for a reason!!

- He will deadass purpose bc imagine riding him as the sun stars peaking over the horizon

- He’s under you moaning looking up at you w the most glazed over love struck eyes

- The sun filtering through the window and hitting him juuuuuuuust right

- That it looks like he has a halo again

- Breathlessly calling your name as you grind down on him

- He barely manages to get out that he’s close before you caress some of his hair out of his face

- “Cum for me then my Morningstar”

- Time freezes for like 16 seconds and his eyes are getting teary

- He hugs you close as he starts rutting his hips into you harder

- Will cum and keep going until he’s about to pass out

- Holding you like a lifeline

- When you can finally breathe and think straight he pulls you in for a kiss

- Literally stealing your breath away

- Will say I love you in the most honest voice ever while smiling at you with teary eyes

- probably won’t stop touching you all day might as well just spend it in bed

-is embarrassed by body worship calling it now

- be HE can do that but if YOU sink to your knees behind his desk and hold eye contact he’s getting nervous

-“just showing my devout gratitude💕”

- embarrassed how fast he finishes

- if you keep doing to overstimulate him he’s putty in your hands

- this man is very soft he will crack at the slightest sign of domestic romance

- bring him coffee when he wakes up?

- he’s already selected a wedding venue

- I always thought it would be cute if he gave you his ring

- HILARIOUS IF HE DOSENT TELL YOU LMAO

- You swing by the celestial realm and it’s crickets and you’re like ??? Fuck is y’all starring at??🤨

- Simeon hums and says that nobody expected lucifer to get married much less to a human. How he was never one to put anything above his responsibilities

- Excuse me?

- “You’re wearing the right of light,yes? He doesn’t just give that to anyone dear. You two are bonded for life now🥰”

- “HELLO????”

#🕷️ anon #my writing #obey me #x black reader #obey me x black reader #x black!reader #lucifer obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #om lucifer #lucifer avatar of pride #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #obey me nightbringer #obey me scenarios #om lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #witchy reader #hehehe #love thinking about soft sex w him sometimes #bc he’s so full of emotions and locks that shit away so much #but you’re able to get him to drop the act #catch me crying in the club

[brighter-by-the-daly]

Millie Bright x Reader

Part Four: Lover’s Auction

“Hey pretty girl” Millie’s soft morning voice awoke you from your slumber, prying your eyes open to see the beautiful woman peering down at you made your face light up. “What’s that cheeky smile for, aih?” she said tucking the duvet around your feet that had become uncovered in the night. “I like waking up to you” the smile was still plastered on your face as you sat up to take the cup of tea she’d made you out of her hands. Millie sat down on the edge of bed, draping an arm across your body, “big day today princess, how you feeling?” she asked laying her head down in your lap. You hadn’t been awake long enough to register your feelings about today and longed for a few more minutes of blissful ignorance before you had to acknowledge them. Today was the day you watch a live football game for the first time since mum passed 20 years ago. Football was your thing together and although you know that she’d love to see you go again, you felt guilty for going without her. It may not seem like a big deal but it was like a huge black cloud hanging over you. You’d recently started watching Millie’s Chelsea and England games on TV with your dad and the prospect of football as a whole certainly wasn’t as daunting as it once was but there was still an awful feeling in your stomach - the feeling of betrayal and guilt mixed into one huge cauldron about to boil over in your tummy.

Dad loved watching football with you again, for years he’d go to his friend’s house or the pub to watch Tottenham just so he wouldn’t upset you but now he gets to watch his beloved Spurs at home, without the fear of his baby girl having a complete meltdown. Every week he makes sure he’s home in time to watch Millie’s games with you, he’s filled you in on the new offside rule (one that’s changed many times since you last played), he always bought mountains of snacks home with him and even teases you about wearing the shirt of a rival team of his.

“The sun’s shining, it’s a lovely day” Millie pulled the curtains and interrupted your thoughts, she’d noticed you still hadn’t answered her question and went for the distraction technique instead. “Are you more of a pie or hot dog kinda person?” her question sparked the glint in your eyes to come back, “I’m more of a chips and hot chocolate kinda girl” you smiled, the rumble in your belly already tasting the overly salty chips you’ll get in the stadium. “Oooh, mayo or ketchup?” the blonde asked, busy getting herself ready for the day and determined to keep the conversation going so you didn’t slip back into overthinking. “Ketchup. Unless I’m drunk, then mayo” you laughed at her silly question, “I can work with that!” Millie replied as she tugged on her socks and trainers then told you that Rachel had already left to meet her team.

Throughout the morning Millie kept checking in, conscious not to push you into going if you weren’t 100% ready but also encouraging and reassuring you. She wanted you to do this just as much as you wanted to do it for yourself and her gentle and caring nature showed that. It was a lovely summers day so no coats were needed but you tied a hoodie around you in case it got chilly in the shade. Leaning over the sink to spit out the toothpaste and wipe your mouth Millie’s arms found their way around your waist, her chin nuzzled between your shoulder and neck as you looked at yourselves in the mirror. “We make a cute couple if I do say so myself” you laughed, turning your head to kiss her as she hummed in agreement. “How are you feeling gorgeous, you haven’t answered yet?” she said in an almost whisper, squeezing you a little tighter to make you feel safe. “Anxious, apprehensive, a teeny bit excited but that might be just because I get to spend the entire day with you” spinning around inside her arms to face her, interlocking your fingers behind her neck you stood together as one for a second. “I got you, okay?” she lingered a kiss on your forehead and waiting for your acknowledgement of her statement - Millie makes you feel safe, there’s no doubt about that and her pet names made you feel increasingly soppy. She didn’t want to rush you but it was time to leave, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom she lead you out to the car and drove to Bescott Stadium.

Walking towards the stadium there was a buzz in the air, an atmosphere that felt familiar as excitement started to build among fans. You watched families pass by with children in tow which made you smile, they had women’s names on the back of their shirts and everyone walked together with no fuss. Not like men’s games where they have to be separated, it made you feel happy to see how big women’s football had grown since you left it, they’re a big deal now! “Oh! Can I get a programme?” tugging on Millie’s arm to drag her towards the person selling them. Millie was wearing a cap with her hair tucked underneath to try and go as unrecognisable as possible – she could have easily snuck you in through the VIP entrance but wanted you to soak up the atmosphere from outside. “You can have whatever you want doll” she chuckled to herself, watching you become more and more excited with every step. Flicking through the programme Millie’s arm wrapped around your shoulders, peering over to look at the glossy pages too. “Shall I get you one of those?” chuckling as she pointed out the merch stall you were passing selling scarves with players faces on; she was joking but you were running with it! Your eyes lit up as you pulled her over to the stand and paid for two scarves with Rachel’s face on, “this is so funny!” holding up the face next to yours so Millie could take a photo of you in front of the stadium to send to your dad. You couldn’t believe what was happening, it all felt so huge! You never dreamed that the game you played as a child could lead to a professional career but here you were dating someone that proves you could of and should have!

As fans trickled through the turnstiles Millie took you through the main entrance and once safely inside took of her off her hat letting her blonde hair drop past her shoulders. You were lead to the bar where you had a few drinks to settle your nerves before making your way out onto the balcony to find your seats. The roar of the fans as the whistle blew took your breath away, you’d been prepped by Rachel the night before that it was big game and one that they should win but Villa’s form had been quite unpredictable lately. Millie pointed out her best friend on the pitch to you and talked you through the line up, giving you all the information you needed to enjoy the game, she gave a special nod to Jordan Nobbs who moved to Villa after 12 years at Arsenal last season and Kenza Dali who plays for France. Millie held your hand throughout and at half time you went to collect the chips and hot chocolates for you both, Millie insisted on paying but you beat her to it. It’s only fair seeing as she drove you halfway up the country! She doesn’t see it that way though and isn’t used to having someone pay for her, you said that if she continues to date you then it’s something she’ll have to get used to – it’s just chips after all! By the second half you got so into the game that you were shouting and clapping along with the crowd. Millie enjoyed watching you stand up and sit down every two minutes of the second half shouting support at the team, it was like watching a completely different person come alive! When Rachel scored twice in the space of five minutes you launched yourself into the air, noticing her point up to the sky then towards you and Millie in the stands. Your girl nudged into your shoulder, “that was for her dad.. and your mum” she smiled with glassy eyes at your confused face. “She said this morning that if she scores she’ll dedicate it to your mum, she always dedicates her goals to her dad” taking you in for a big bear hug. You didn’t know Rachel had lost a parent too and somehow felt more connected to her than before, it was cute that she dedicated a goal to your mum on your first game back and was very thoughtful of her. Villa won 5-0 which was a huge win for them being close to the bottom of the league apparently, the crowd went wild and you were in awe! You hadn’t seen a spectacle like that since your home team avoided relegation on the last game of the season way back when.

You had a great weekend in Birmingham and arriving home made you feel a little sad that it was over. Just like always dad was home to greet you as soon as you walked through the door, keen to hear all about your adventures and how the game went. He couldn’t wait to come with you when Chelsea play Tottenham in the future! “While you were gone I found this out the attic” he said handing you a large glitter covered cardboard box. “Is this..?” you asked getting a little choked up when he nodded. “The memory box mum made you, yeah. I thought you might like it now that you’ve got back into football?” Carefully lifting the dusty lid uncovered brightly coloured joy – your old kit, newsletters, signed England programmes, sticker books and posters, a shirt signed by your entire home team, your first pair of boots, game tickets, photos of you playing – there was so much inside you’d forgotten about! Tears fell from both of your eyes as you carefully admired every piece of memorabilia, each one bringing another memory to the forefront of your mind.

The next time you hung out with Millie you took the box with you, keen to show off your footballing past. You spoke about how mum took you to some of the England games when you were little and meeting the likes of Fara Williams, Alex Scott and Carly Telford, there was even photos of you with them after your last game with mum at a 2003 friendly. Millie smiled and admired the photos just as much as you did then scrolled through the contacts in her phone, pointing those same names out. Your mouth dropped at the blasé way she said it, these women you idolised growing up are actually in Millie’s phone, she knows them! “Who knows where you would have been if you didn’t stop (y/n/n)” a weak smile etched onto your face, you wondered if you would have been playing in the WSL against Millie if you carried on playing football, if mum was still alive… “she would be so proud of you, I bet she was right there with us this weekend” noticing sadness taking over, she didn’t mean for her comment to upset you and realised that what she said probably wasn’t the right thing to say in this moment. “It’s a good job you found me, aih?” squeezing you so tight you couldn’t help but laugh, “well it was my dad that found you actually!” Millie had this very unique quality to notice very quickly when your emotions change to negative and was very good at snapping you out of it which is something you admired about her. For so many years your anxiety had gone unnoticed by many yet here is a person that has only known you a few months and able to sense when you were overthinking. Millie carried on talking about your memories and asked if you planned on coming to her game at the weekend, looking at her holding your tiny pair of boots you couldn’t help but feel truly happy and finally felt ready enough to say yes! You couldn’t imagine the feeling you’d get watching your girl play live when watching Rachel gave you such a thrill. “Yeah, dad can’t wait!” you nudged into her side with a cheeky grin, “Rach and Sarah are gonna come down to sit with you too, I’ve already spoken to them” she assured. You thought that was lovely gesture, she’s pretty perfect like that.

Millie had arranged for you all to be in a box, her game was being played at the much bigger Stamford Bridge meaning there were a lot more people at this one. You arrived outside with your dad where they were giving out free flags at the entrance, you both grabbed one then bought a programme and a scarf with Millie’s face on. Dad took a photo of you just like you did at Villa’s game and sent it to her, the photo made you laugh so much your ribs hurt! You made your way to your seats and shortly after you arrived so did Rachel and Sarah. You were introduced to her girlfriend and dad was quick to introduce himself and handed out business cards before you told him off. “This isn’t a PR event” you hissed at him, slightly embarrassed that he couldn’t hold back from the opportunity.

Watching the game with dad felt nostalgic, he was smiling throughout watching you enjoy yourself again and couldn’t help imagine what your mum would have thought. His master plan had worked! Well.. he only thought he’d get you back into watching the game, he didn’t expect you to start dating a footballer! He could tell what a massive difference meeting Millie had made to your mood and outlook on life and hoped you’d make it official soon. He’s never liked any of your partners but this one he can certainly get on board with!

Part Five

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Sinister plot

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Pairing: Buggy x female mermaid reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 2400

Content: Everyone wants the throne but you.

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The sheets were too soft. You laid still, your conscience waking up as you took in your surroundings with your eyes closed. The room smelled like a flower field instead of leather and wood. The breeze felt watered down by the time it travelled through the town, it lacked the salty punch. You opened your eyes only to find two people posted by your bedframe, the colours too pale and modest. Their dresses detailed with frills and laces while almost all the fabric in this room and on their clothes were in a pale blue.

The window was open and the curtains fluttered, you could only think about the ways to escape from this foreign place. A place you were born in and yet the most alien you had ever felt in.

“Where am I?”, you asked to which the woman who stood to your right turned to answer.

“Your home, your Highness.”, she refrained to look you in the eyes as if she was bound by rules. You didn’t have a dignified retort for that answer and neither did she seem like she deserved it.

You pulled away your blanket, the bed was huge just for one person as you edged to the side. Your feet hit the carpet and with your regained strength, you stood up, feeling the blood rush to the tip of your toes. The room was so large that the whispers spoken near the door couldn’t be heard in the other corner. Another individual rolled in a tray of food that looked too marvellous to eat.

“Your Breakfast, ma’am.”, said the young man before he departed.

You didn’t have an appetite, your attention now turning towards the soft sounds of a chorus of bells beginning to ring. Making your way to the open window, you looked at the view of the city below. It was jarring, all this elegance only existed to what looked like the compound of the castle, beyond it lied tattered buildings that looked as though it had been spit out by the sea.

Seaweed covering the streets, moss and dirt accumulating over the houses. But the bells continued to ring and then you saw it, with every passing second, the sea water had begun to get closer to the castle gates, slowly engulfing the city whole.

“It’s the high tide coming in during mid day.”, you heard someone.

When you turned towards the source, a man you didn’t recognize stood by the door. He looked a bit older, his silver hair gelled back making him look like he had just walked out of the water. His eyes were silver too, his limbs long and slender as he approached you warily.

“I figured.”, you said as you looked back at the city, now submerged as though it had never existed.

He was beside you, his hands resting on the railing you leaned on, his fingers were webbed and his skin shimmered. He was one of your kind.

“You must have questions.”, he turned to face you but you didn’t.

“Plenty.”, you responded with sarcasm as your eyes searched the horizon line for a particular ship.

He seemed to have noticed as he hummed to your response.

“You haven’t had your breakfast yet?”, he changed his question and it got your attention, his attempt at trying to converse with you was miserable.

“No.”, you said folding your arms, the only good thing so far was the dress you wore. It was light and airy, atleast it wasn’t being tied up in corsets and strings.

The edge of his lip tipped up, as if you were a new toy to engage with.

“Do you always speak with such contempt to your rescuers?”, he tilted his head and you were unimpressed.

You looked away, because his question was stupid. Rescuer? You didn’t need to be rescued. But it bothered you, it got under your skin, you knew well who your rescuer was.

“Didn’t know you took pleasure from being a savior.”, you remarked to which he was quick to give you a laugh.

“You are not what I expected.”, he drew out his words as though you were a hindrance.

“Likewise.”, you gave him a retort before moving away to peruse the food tray.

“Do you not care to know my name? Or who I am?”, he followed after you flabbergasted and it frustrated you. Did you have to hold up a sign saying you weren’t interested in his presence?

“Fine, who are you?”, you asked as you picked a few berries you recognized and popped them into your mouth.

He looked at you like you were a barbarian for using your hands but soon cleared his throat to introduce himself.

“I’m Helge Silvester. The soon to be King of Makara.”, he smiled with pride to which you shrugged your shoulders. The information was irrelevant if it was not going to answer why you were brought here.

“Congratulations.”, you grinned. “How does that concern me?”, you asked next as your grin faded away causing Helge to fluster.

“Well you are to be my bride.”, he extended his hands towards you and you froze.

“What?”, your voice cut through the awkward silence.

“Has no one told you yet?”, he clasped his fingers together, his silver eyes catching yours, his cheekbones so high and sharp he looked like a shark.

“I haven’t been fortunate enough, since I’ve only just woken up into this chaos.”, you mumbled flailing your hands around you in anger.

But the man was dense because he brushed past your annoyance as he got closer to you.

“Well now that you know, there are a lot of tasks to attend to. You are to be introduced to the mercourt tonight at the New moon festival. With the sacred day of the Falling stars only a year away, it is vital we use every opportunity to get to know each other before we ascend the throne as a pair.”, he elaborated without pause and it caused your head to stir.

You began to laugh at all the stupidity and he was taken a back.

“No.”, you said finally.

“No?”, he furrowed his brows seemingly unable to take your answer.

“I will not be your bride, Henry. Nor will I be paraded around a court I know nothing about. Now if anyone can find a proper person who might be able to give me the right answers, bring them in.”, you stood up, your blood coursing through your veins at the preposterous information he had shared.

“I paid your ransom, you will do as I say.”, he commanded and it propelled your anger further.

“It might have had been cheaper and more wiser to have gotten a slave than me.”, you said as you held his glare, his lips quivering as though he was about to call the guards. But from what you knew, you were the lost princess, he couldn't do much.

“How dare you speak –

“Helge, you’ve been called upon to meet with the advisors.”, an old woman entered the room, her posture however giving her away to be another aristocrat.

Helge held his gaze with yours before he turned to leave like a child who had been tricked to give up his treats in the playground.

Once he was out of sight, the lady turned to you with a pleasant smile but you couldn’t deal with another royal with boisterous plans.

“Forgive my son, he’s been anxious.”, she held out her hand to take yours, to guide you towards the lounge chairs by the balcony.

“We have been searching for you ever since the day you had been lost, close to twenty five years now.”, she turned to you and it struck you. Weird, grateful even, that you had the luck of spending most of that time on a pirate ship instead of here.

You sat quietly for a second, pondering about all that time that had passed, never once feeling trapped in.

“You poor thing, your life had been so tragic and on top of that, to be snuggled amongst pirates?”, she clicked her tongued as she feigned her sadness, you scoffed. "Unimaginable.", her eyes widened.

You were sure that you had to unravel the secrets on your own because now you were fed with information that was controlled by these predators who had their eyes set on the throne. She continued to ramble but your mind had drowned it out, your eyes flitting back to the open window. It had begun to feel suffocating here, this was a life you weren’t born into although everyone was trying to convince you otherwise.

“Now that you’re here. I guess it would be better to tell you that I will not be marrying your son.”, you cut through her talk to which she grew silent immediately.

“Oh.”, she drew her breath before plastering on another smile.

“No matter, that is only because you have not known him yet. A year is a long time for these issues to subside.”, she explained, you gritted your teeth. Why was no one heeding or acknowledging your responses.

She continued to explain the various other possibilities that could arise from this union, how it would be good for the kingdom while you knew that one week was good enough. To run from this place, to get back to where you belonged.

“Oh it would be lovely to have you at tonight’s festival. The people have been eager to see their princess.”, the woman leaned over to touch your arm but your flinched from her grasp. Since they belonged to the sea, it seemed to be that they knew nothing about boundaries or personal space.

But unlike her son, her mask fell away easily.

“You may be the lost princess but you are as good as the many myths this island holds. If you wish to survive, I suggest to get up to speed with how matters are handled here.”, she hissed quietly as leaned closer.

“And if you so much as think of running away. We can make you disappear just as easily as we found you.”, she got up as though she was parting from a great conversation but only you knew the truth.

She held out her hand as part of her show. “Teodora Sylvester.”, she gave you a polite smile.

You shook her hand to maintain the impression that nothing had occurred but with the way her nails dug into your skin, you were sure of one thing. This was a pit of vipers and you were the target.

She didn’t bother to hear your name and neither did you want to give it. It was only reserved for those you knew you.

At the same instant your mind brought to life a memory, Buggy mumbling your name in his sleep, it felt like a dagger to your heart.

Did he know what had happened?

Or did he believe you had chosen the precise moment to run off?

You stood by the balcony watching the blue expanse surround the castle completely, it called your name and now you were locked away in this tower. There was more to your story, to that memory you couldn’t quite remember fully.

Your mind had always yearned for more, to know more about where you had come from but your heart wanted to find the first way out of this place. It was a battle, one you had to choose rightly, because with the current stakes, fighting the wrong one could cause you your life.

So you walked back towards the bed and fell into it. It’s massive size the only thing resonating with how isolated you felt, so lonely that your skin craved the sea and his touch both of which that was out of your grasp.

You slept the day away, with no interest in the festivities that was to occur. You didn’t want to meet the court, you needed time to yourself. Change was something you were never good at.

As night fell, you dismissed the staff in your room. You would start afresh tomorrow, to find a way out and with what was going on but now in the dark you were free to miss him. The room felt like a gilded cage that you kicked off your shoes and walked into the balcony. The dome above had notches in the roof that you knew was where you wanted to be.

Having done this a hundred times before on different buildings and rooflines, you climbed up to the top and perched yourself there. The wind finally unadulterated that if you closed your eyes, it was as though you be back on the ship you longed for now. The waters stretched endlessly and the low tide had now let the city breathe again. As the lights glimmered below, the full moon sitting right in the middle of the sky, the festival was full of life but you weren’t.

You looked out to the horizon line. That as though if you chanted his name in your heart, he might appear.

He had done it once before, at the cove, when you sang your song that called for an angel of the sea to save you. Buggy had found you then. His red nose a comfort to see, he had nothing to hide unlike the people you had met today.

So was it foolish to hope he would come again?

You held your knees together as you continued to observe the scene when the smallest light caught your eye.

There by the horizon in the dark, that red light. So far off it looked like a solitary star, your heart raced. He was here but you couldn’t yell out his name or wave a torch. He was there, out on the water and you were here, miles high from the sea that the distance now felt real.

But as days went by, his ship never docked the ports of this island of you continued to hope andwait. The light vanished in the morning but would appear by night and at the end of the month, he stopped coming altogether.

You couldn’t wait on the roof anymore, the red light disappearing with all your hopes as life began to grow more constricting here. Helge and his mother insistent while you pieced together the story about your parents, the true rulers of this land who were killed, no, assassinated when the coup happened.

You were the only one to survive from the royal lineage and without you, no one could ascend the throne. So as the story unfolded with more complications, with every day that passed, your love for the pirate began to die because he had so easily forgotten about you.

It was time you did too.

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[beeindaclouds]

A Christmas Special: What spending Christmas w/ the DSMP is like

Includes: Dream, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Badboyhalo, Skeppy, Quackity, Karl Jacobs, Wilbur Soot, Philza, Technoblade Eret, Punz, FoolishGamers

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Reader: GN - They/Them

Disclaimer: Tommy is only mentioned. This is in no way a Tommy × Reader

Dream Team: A Traditional Christmas

It's always fun to do anything with these three, but Christmas w/ them definitely feels more special and fun

Sapnap ans George are the ones who wake you up first thing in the morning, cause it's Christmas lol, while you and Dream try to get some more sleep in

They go to Dream first, so they can annoy him to no end, then they decide to gang up on you

Screaming, tickling, pillows thrown at you, anything you can imagine them doing to wake you up lmao

After waking up, and openings presents you brought eachother, you all decide to start cooking for lunch

George and Sapnap are in charge of the appetizers and desert

You and Dream get the rest, because Dream doesn't trust George or Sapnap with cooking

Even while eating you three will keep on a very good conversation, filled with laughs and jokes

One of you probably ends up spitting some food out from laughing, definetly not pointing fingers at a certain someone

Then the rest of the day is spent playing random games or watching movies, ending the night with a good 'ol cuddle pile on the couch

Skephalo: A Virtual Christmas

Since these two absolutely refuse to meet up, more like Bad refuses to take an airplane while you and Skeppy have been begging him for years now, you decide to have a virtual Christmas on discord

You three spent the whole day on discord togheter doing what you usually would do on Christmas day

Beforehand you brought and sent eachother gifts, so you'd take the time to open them on call

Skeppy's gifts sometimes being trolls or things about himself

Like I imagine Skeppy gifting you and Bad plushies with his face on them, so "I can always be with you" he says

You play Minecraft, without filming for once, among other multiplayer games

You played Mario Kart, bad idea, cause Bad kept on losing and got salty

Online Uno was the next, but Skeppy kept on giving Bad "+2's" and +4's"

Golf with Friends was another one you played, but you kept on pushing the other two off track yet somehow still winning

But, no matter how much you bickered over these stupid games, you three had one of the most fun Christmases ever

Karlity & Himbros: A Snowy Christmas

Quackity came to visit America for a while, so you and the other four decided to just spend Christmas togheter

I imagine the day of Christmas being a very snowy day, so much that you 5 decided to go out and "play" a little

Karl and Foolish kept on putting snow in the other three's coats, which would just end up with a chasing game

Punz and you randomly decided to make a snow fort and start a snowball battle against the other three

You two obviously won

Then you made a snow man and named him Antonio Banderas, you even gave him a little goatee and all

After tiring yourself out, you proceeded to go inside and make hot choco for everyone

In the end you all attached yourself to Foolish, cause man's jacked and therefore has more body heat

SBI: A Memorable Christmas

You five met up the day after Christmas actually, wanting to spend the actual day with your family and/or loved one(s)

So you brought whatever food you could from the previous day and all met up at Phil's house

Most of the day was spent talking, playing and getting annoyed by Tommy and his loud nature

Tristin had, so kindly, brought all of you sweaters with your name initial in the front and "SBI" written on the back

You all took many pictures and took little funny videos like you were modeling new merch

All of you, including Tristin, also took family style Christmas pictures that you all got framed to remember this amazing day

Tommy and you also took advantage of the situation to film some tik toks with the other three

You tried your best to get Techno to do one dance, he mostly refused, until you somehow managed to make him do one

Wilbur, on the other hand, was happy to do a silly little dance with you even if it wasn't perfect

At one point you decided to make ginger bread cookies, and try to create eachother

Which didn't end well because Wilbur and Tommy started throwing icing around and it turned into a food fight

Phil and Tristin just watched from the side as you and Tommy were mixing flower into Wilbur and Techno's hair

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THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING GILMORE GIRLS: S3/EP6: TAKE THE DEVILED EGGS (Pt 2) (This One's Gonna Be a Real Rage Inducer) (Lots Of Interesting Development Though) (So many things happening) (Salty Rambles about Jess Mariano's Birthday)

There is something to be said about Luke (on multiple occasions) readily admitting he pays Jess in ketchup packets to toil in the Coffee Mines more or less against his will. I get that it's just a part time job after school...before school..while he's cutting school..always working...never stopping...never reicieving any tips from Lorelai and Rory... Rory needs a job... Rory and Lorelai need to pay for their food... Anyway these comments shed a light on the shaky economies of small businesses in small towns which is interesting to me. Gilmore Girls is really, at it's core, a show about class. One day he could wake up to find his diner has been turned into a Dunkin Donuts (this is Not-Quite-But-Almost-New England after all, where DD is king).

Hahahahaha!! Jess stole money to buy a car and he committs attempted murder! Hahahahaaha! You're SO FUNNY LORELAI GILMORE. Your daughter stole a boat.

Yeah. And maybe back home, he did had to steal to survive sometimes. How about them apples, Lorelai Gilmore. God, do I loathe her.

Don't say that around Lorelai, I think she'd believe you were being serious.

A couple of the moots and I recently decided that in the recent past, Liz managed to land and then lose a halfway decent boyfriend/ father figure to Jess who had a car and taught Jess to drive and do repairs and some other light adulting. I honestly feel like this is the only thing that makes sense.

HE LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS SCENE!!! Fuck meeee. Look at that li'l curl...

LOOK AT IT!!!! You know what, I'm calling it. I'm putting my foot down. This is the hottest Milo had ever looked in the entirety of seasons 2 and 3. It's that perfectly gelled hair, the jean jacket, the cool tshirt. Very James Dean. Woof. Let's see, what would I choose for second place? I have to go with the party scene in KegMax, another episode with impeccably jelled hair and a jean jacket (and even while he was apparently sick shooting that episode too). He just progresses in hotness the further season 3 marches on.

These four words "I'm still a minor" are a point of contention for me in the ongoing debate about his birth month. My beliefs: Jess is a Virgo. He was born in August or early September. This would make him just older than Rory by just a smidge. Since well over a year has passed in the show since the episode he arrived in Stars Hollow as a 17 year old (when he arrived, it was early September as Rory had just started school in that episode), he had just celebrated his birthday before arriving and so he has to have already turned 18 by this episode. However, I will consider the theory that Luke was clueless or misinformed about his age at the time he arrived (because it's not like LIz is in any way reliable with information) and he was actually 16 going on 17 when he hopped off the bus last year, and maybe he has an October or November birthday making him slightly younger than Rory. It would make sense that both missed the kindergarten cut off dates in 1989 at their respective schools (which is rock solid canon already for Rory, as she was born in October 84 but graduated in 03 instead of 02), putting them in the same grade.

Salty has put a pathetic amount of thought into this. So, how can I accept this statemen? I attribute it to the same brand of biting sarcasm that gave us "I mugged an old lady" moments ago and also because this scene doesn't make a whole lot of sense to begin with. He's still a minor, but he got his own insurance all by himself under his own name, which is not really a thing, but not his own car registration? Committing insurance fraud perhaps? Sketchy insurance company that didn't ask too many questions? He knows a guy who knows a guy who can print up some fake documents? At that point why not go all the way with the white collar crimes and forge Luke's signature on the registration too? See, Lorelai thinks Jess is a thief and murderer when he's really a white collar criminal like Taylor Doose.

My memory was certain that he produced a cigarrette and not a pen in this scene. I had to edit this post to remove a line about him smoking. I guess I confused it with the Then She Appears/ Cmurrh kissing scene, where he's also wearing a jean jacket with a popped collar. Damn. I can't wait for that scene...

Just some light fraud. If the car belonged to someone in Stars Hollow, whoever's registration he stole probably deserved it anyway. This is how I approach all "Crimes" Jess commits in Stars Hollow. There are only a few people who don't deserve it. Your honor, my client is innocent.

Oh no, the couch of doom. No good conversations ever happens between Rory and Lorelai on the couch, especially after one of them comes home at night and finds the other one on the couch. The Gilmores recieve an invitation to Sherry's baby shower. The moots and I have determined that Doula and Gigi will eventually band together to form the most powerful duo of neglected half sisters the world has ever seen. For the record, today Doula would be 17 and Gigi would be 21. Since Jess eventually comes to adopt and raises Doula she has a somewhat decent chance of coming out a well adjusted adult. At the very least, if she was stuck with TJ and Liz, Jess would still be a positive influence on her life, visit her and look out for her and make sure she didn't get sucked into any cults. The odds are a lot more grim for Gigi with Crusty and Sherry as her forever "parents" and let's face it, very likely her relationship with big sister Rory or any of the other Gilmores is non existent.

And things were so peaceful. Especially since Dean hasn't reared his ugly head in the last two episodes, either.

You flip flop with Crusty so much how can anyone possibly keep track of whether you're on the outs with him or banging him at any given time?

And by saying that out loud you're gonna tip the balance of the universe and he's going to show up. I looked ahead and although this is sadly still a Crusty-Focused episode, he doesn't actually make an appearance. Small blessings. To Lorelai's surprise, Rory admits that she's been in contact with Crusty and Lorelai is okay with it but upset that Rory was hiding it from her. God, he's such a parasite.

Emails. How quaint.

Highly debatable.

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