#ah my goddess the movie

[zombiewilder]

recently started watching & rereading oh my goddess (bc it was one of the first manga I read when I was a kid) & I have to say...the 2005 anime is such an improvement on the manga....

#fanart #sketch #belldandy #oh my goddess #ah my goddess #my sister bought the movie & i watched it (& the short that came with it) so many times....

[audreyscribes]

Ω PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS:

💖 APHRODITE: Goddess of Love and Beauty 🕊

author's note: I had a sudden idea about writing some headcanons Camp Halfblood demigods being claimed and what it's like for each respective god and cabin, followed by a small blurb afterwards. Thank you for reading and please like and reblog! The order is not in order of the cabin numbers. [PJO DEMIGOD HEADCANONS MASTERLIST]

When you arrive at camp, you’re already got eyes following you. There’s something about you that draws people’s eyes to you. It could be your face, your hair, your eyes, your hands when they move, how you walk, how you move. So when you get claimed by Aphrodite, your fanfare is totally expected by others and unexpected when you get a magical makeover by your godly mother’s blessing. You’re dressed to the nines, your look done up perfectly like you're a movie star walking on the red carpet. People stare at you with awe and you can feel it.

The moment you are shown the Cabin, all you can think of is “Oh god it’s a god dang barbie mansion”; this may either fulfill your deepest childhood dream or your worst nightmare.

There’s gossip everywhere in the cabin. You’re hearing about people’s love lives, social interactions, and everything about the people in camp. Even if you’re not as romantically inclined yourself, you’re practically spoiled for choice for hearing about drama. There may be no TV or shows for you to watch, but this is the next best thing. It’s like the Kardashians, House Wives, and Golden Girls all the same.  

Shipping. So much shipping. Shipping between campers in your cabin and outside the cabin. Shipping between movie stars to literal characters. Heck, even self-shipping is encouraged! It’s a shipper's galore. 

The Aphrodite cabin likes to have fashion runs. A lot of the Aphrodite demigods become models and do a catwalk. But if you’re not that interested in being a model, there are still ways to participate. 

If you like to design and make your own clothes, the Aphrodite cabin has your back. You have access to all types of fabrics, patterns, and materials you could need. You have no shortage of models for you to work with. If you’re interested in doing make-up, cosmetic or movie makeup,  you have plenty of people to practise on. Even if children of Aphrodite have the ability to have permanent makeup and whatnot, it doesn’t mean you still can’t use your skills to be on fleek. 

You know the meme where you see a woman putting eyeliner with the sword to make sure it's sharp? You see that way too often.

You're swiftly proven that functionality being sacrificed for fashion is a myth. It can be done and it has been done, but it's just some outweigh functionality with AESTHETICS

Stans. Stans everywhere. People don’t usually see the Aphrodite kids fight and break character unless it comes to their stan. If you haven’t seen them fight before, you do now. You’re still reeling from the BTS stans.

K-dramas. K-pop. Enough said. 

You look at yourself as best as you could, it was both familiar yet foreign.  It was like looking at the mirror, seeing yourself and all the positives of your body. Even if you had a negative view of yourself, it was gone and changed.  

A girl stepped up, her black hair swaying, and you looked at her in awe as she smiled at you. “Hi! My name is Silena Beauregard, welcome to Cabin 10!” 

“Oh hi” you said lamely, but before you could say anything further, you saw a large amount of pink in your vision. “Oh my god” you couldn’t help uttering as soon as your eyes laid on the Aphrodite cabin. It was pink in glory, and all you can think was that it was a true to god barbie house. 

“Ah yeah,” said Selina, “Welcome to the Barbie house.”

“Wait it’s really called that?” 

“Well, we really shouldn’t be calling it a Barbie house, but ... .I do admit it is pretty much a barbie house” Selina whispered in the last part. 

You couldn’t help snicker and Selina gave you a knowing smile and wink, before she led you to the door.

“You ready?” she asked. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be” you replied after taking a deep breath. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here for every step of the way” she reassured and you smiled back. As soon the door opened, there was a waft of perfume. It wasn’t particularly strong or particularly bad, in fact it made you happy, but you could smell it anyways. There was a twinge of emotion that stirred up in you; it reminded you of smelling a perfume that reminded you of home and love…for some reason, you had a flash of a woman holding you to her chest and you burying your nose into her, your eyes closing with warmth.

“Hey everyone, let me introduce you to our new half-sibling!” introduced Selina, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. You raised your hand and waved, introducing yourself. That was all it took before the flood work came. Immediately, all the inhabitants in the cabin begun to interview you from where you were from, your favourite colour, your favourite colour, band, and etc-

Your head was absolutely swimming but as you all talked to each other, sharing your likes and dislikes, you had a feeling you were going to be alright.

#pjo fanfic #pjo imagine #percy jackson and the olympians imagines #pjo #pjo imagines #pjo x reader #demigod reader #demigods #demigod headcanons #demigod h/cs #aphrodite #aphrodite imagine #child of aphrodite #children of aphrodite #silena beauregard #silena pjo #silena beauregard imagine #pjo reader insert #cabin 10 #aphrodhite cabin #percy jackson and the olympians imagine #percy jackon and the olympians

[grey342]

hello,

I love your writings on Bradley!! And I wanted to ask if you could write about Bradley who comes out with the Reader who is a model and famous. Bradley is crazy in love with her and very possessive!

Mine

Bradley Cooper x famous! reader

synopsis - Bradley and his girlfriend go to an event for his movie when, one of his co-stars make a move on her.

warnings - Possessive! Bradley, guy being kinda pushy (ew) and dirty talk (barely any so don’t get excited 🫣).

authors note - Ah my heart you guys are too sweet 🤭, I love this request so much. I had to add this photo because he looks TOO fine and I thought it fit the theme :) So sorry this is coming out so late but I hope you love it!

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

Brad’s gonna kill him.

You’re at an event with your boyfriend Bradley for his new movie. As soon as you got out of the car people were going crazy: Girls screaming, paparazzi and interviewers calling your names, trying to get one second of your attention.

You pair have been dating for a long time now.

It all started when he was invited to a runway show you were modelling in. Your very first one as well. He sat front row and couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time. This didn't go unnoticed by the press.

It was everywhere. "Bradley Cooper in love with new runway model!", "Brad getting heart eyes over new model!" and many more.

You ignored these articles as you assumed he was like every other famous person you knew. Selfish, big headed and ignorant. You didn't want to mix with people who behaved like that, modelling was your main focus and if people didn't like that, they knew where the door was.

He tried asking you out numerous occasions but you were very strong willed and always said no. Until one day, you finally gave in and said yes. And it was the best night you had in a while.

You soon realised that he wasn't like other people you had met, he seemed very down to earth and caring. You couldn't help falling for him.

Now here you are years later, happier than ever with a boyfriend who treats you like a goddess.

Bradley is so obsessed with you and he is not afraid to show it. Like last week, a brand invited you to the launch of it's new product and obviously you took him with you. Instead of being in the photos with you he was standing with the paps taking his own photos of you. As soon as you got home he made you pick your favourite one, it's now printed and inside his wallet.

You love each other so much and the world loves it to. Every week there's a news article about you and the fans love it.

You walk together hand in hand waiting to get your photos taken when you notice him staring at you.

"What?" You say softly.

"You are so beautiful sweetheart." He’s completely captivated by you. You feel your face heat up and you look away from him. Even after all these years, he could still make you blush like a teenager.

You get called up to have a photo by yourselves and with the main cast. You notice one of Brad's co-workers staring but you think nothing of it. When your done having your photos taken, you walk over to the bar and dining area.

Brad being the gentleman that he is offered to get your drinks and sent you over to a tall table to wait for him.

You pull out a compact mirror from your purse checking your appearance when you see the same man from earlier walking over to you. He has a grin from ear to ear plastered in his face. He swoops around to the other side of the table and leans on it, trying to act like he’s not posing.

“Hello there beautiful.” He flirts.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” You try and hide your smirk when you see a falter in his facade.

“No but I’d sure like to get to know you.” He says suggestively, looking you up and down as if you were a piece of meat.

“Oh really?,” he nods, “I don’t think my boyfriend would like that very much.”

“Boyfriend? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Where is he?”

“Right behind you.” You have to stop yourself from laughing when you see the look of absolute fear on the man’s face.

“B-Brad I did-”

“Care to tell me why you’re harassing my girlfriend?” He cuts him off. If you weren’t in this situation right now you would throw yourself at him because of how sexy he looks. He’s always sexy but there’s something about him being possessive that really gets you going.

“If I had known I’m so-” You smirk over the fact that he’s digging himself a deeper hole.

“Oh so, since it’s MY girlfriend you’re apologising but if it was any other innocent women you would have no issues pouncing on her.” The man looks lost for words.

“I- I-” He stutters.

“I-I,” Bradley mocks, “ if I catch you anywhere near her, or any other woman here I’ll make sure you’re carried back to your hotel room. Got it?” He’s merely inches away from his face now.

“Loud and clear. I’m sorry.” He apologises towards you. Bradley watches him and when he’s far enough away he turns his attention towards you.

“Are you okay honey?” He asks, his eyes full of concern.

“Yes I’m fine,” he looks at you not convinced, “ really I’m okay.” You place a tentative hand on his arm and squeezed in a soothing manner.

“Good.” He leans down to give you a tentative kiss on the lips. You go to deepen the kiss when he pulls away.

“You wanna get outta here?” He asks with a smirk.

You respond by grabbing his hand and dragging him over to the valet, he laughs. You smile on response and lean up to his ear.

“That was so sexy, as soon as we get home i’m ripping your clothes off..” This makes him laugh harder. When the car arrives your shoving him in, eager to go home and show Brad how much you love him.

#bradley cooper #bradley cooper x reader #phil wenneck #phil wenneck x reader #the hangover #x reader #smut #asks #possessive #boyfriend

[shegxox]

flirts. | chamber , sova

that moment when you hear chamber flirt with viper the first time on the field.

cw: swearing

wc: 1,005

a.n: idk what this is but uh, enjoy? also, let me know if you guys like this type of stuff. ++ gaia visual here ^^

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"VIPER, you must let me take you out sometime. Dinner– dancing! I know the perfect place."

"Chamber, I would rather drink my own poison."

You stifled a giggle as you and KAY/O shared a look, the robot merely shook his head as the two of you overhear the comms of the agent on the field.

"Does this happen all the time?" You asked, muting off your voice in comms.

"More often than you think," KAY/O replies.

You have just arrived at the Vulture, catching up on a mission that you were supposed to be in. Viper, Chamber, and Sova were already on the field, leaving you and KAY/O at the aircraft.

"Come now, mademoiselle. No need to be so cold, I know just the thing to warm you up."

Your eyes widened and slapped a hand on your mouth, hunching over as you heard those words.

"Less flirting, more focus." You could already tell that Viper was gritting her teeth.

"How could I focus when I'm in a presence of such beauty."

"Pfft–" your laughter busted out as you watched them from the screens. "Oh my gods this is so painful to hear!"

KAY/O lets out a defeated sigh, "Affirmative."

You tapped on your comms and finally made them aware of your presence.

"Chamber, you're so lame." You managed to utter out through fits of giggles.

The comms suddenly went silent.

"Yeah, that's right, I can hear your cringey lines."

Sova's voice then joined in, "Gaia? Is that you?"

"Yup and hearing Chamber flirt just took away half my life span." You said dramatically, "Lameness is my weakness!"

You faintly hear Viper let out a chuckle

"What are you doing here?" Chamber's voice suddenly cut through in a demanding tone.

"Uhh, I'm part of the mission, duh."

"How was I not informed of this?"

"The last-minute briefing we had that you skipped." Viper answers in a deadpan tone. "It would only be natural for her to be here, she's the one who caught Legion lingering around the site."

"That's right." You nodded. "And FYI, my flora just sensed movement."

"I'm picking up a signal near A site," KAY/O added as he scanned through the screens. "Everyone in position, they're here. I'm sending Gaia in."

You made your way to your motorcycle that was parked near the exit, KAY/O lowers the altitude of the Vulture, preparing to open the aircraft's backdoors.

"Sova, ice cream and barbie movies after this?" You quickly asked as you mount your ride.

"It would be a pleasure," Sova replied.

"That's how you do it, Chamber." You teased as you put on your helmet.

"Ah, even I would say yes to that offer if you asked me, ma chérie." Chamber shot back in a flirty tone.

"Who wouldn't say no to you, mon chou?"

You feigned a gasp, your ride humming to life.

"My, my mon cher. Hitting on two ladies at once?" You laughed darkly. "What a player."

"I could say the same for you, little goddess."

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"I hate myself so much." You groaned as you clutched your side, falling down on one knee.

"Not as much as I hate you." Your copy seethed before sending vines searing through your direction.

"I am you, dummy." Swiping your hand on the ground and up, the earth rises as it curved its direction, forming a barrier that blocked the vine's attack.

You pressed on your comms, "I need an arrow or a bullet at 12 o'clock, 8 meters, now!"

The familiar sound of Chamber's gun rang through the air almost immediately and you put your barrier down to see your copy's body fall.

"Merci!"

With the detonator in hand, you ran towards the spike, the beeping sound going faster as you began defusing. The bomb started to glow red and your surroundings started to rise.

"C'mon, I have ice cream waiting for me after this." You clicked your tongue as the spike started to form cracks underneath it, nearing its end. And just before it did, you finally defused it.

"Oh sweet barbie mermaidia." You breathed out in relief before letting yourself down on the ground.

"That was fucking close. . . "

Hurried footsteps pounded the ground as they rushed towards you.

"Gaia!" Sova kneeled next to you as he started inspecting your state. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine." You rasped before trying to sit up. "Just got hit on the side, no biggie."

"Are you sure?" Your mentor asked worriedly

"Yeah, look, I'm healing right now." You assured as you twisted your torso a bit to the side to show your glowing palm covering your side.

Sova heaved a sigh in relief.

"Good."

"Well, that was a job well done." A new voice entered as Chamber stepped into view. "A close call, but well done."

You gave him a weak smile, "Thanks for the headshot."

"No problem, mademoiselle." Chamber held out a hand. "Merely aiding a damsel in distress."

You scoffed, taking his hand.

"I could've handled her if we had more time." You sighed as you stood up with Sova following suit.

"But, yes. I was in distress."

"Would the damsel still be in distress if I say that she owes me one?" Chamber asked with a sly smirk.

"Oh god, what do you want." You shot him a playful look of disdain.

"Dinner, dancing– I know the perfect place." There was a glint of craftiness in his eyes and you couldn't help but be impressed.

You huffed a laugh, "Cute but recycled. You'd have to wait in line."

Chamber shot you a charming smile, "I'm a patient man."

You then felt a large warm hand on your lower back.

"We need to head back," Sova utters, looking at you gently. "Captain is waiting."

"Ah, right. Let's go." Taking your hand from Chamber's hold, "I'm taking my bike, by the way, I have somewhere to be first."

Sova's eyebrows furrowed, "Is it another mission?"

"Ah no," You chuckled. "I'll just buy some ice cream."

#valorant imagines #valorant sova #valorant x reader #valorant x you #sova x reader #valorant #valorant chamber #valorant sova x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant chamber x reader #chamber x reader #chamber valorant #sova valorant #valorant kay/o #kay/o #viper valorant #kay/o valorant #my fic #my writing #valorant series #gaia valorant #valorant gaia

[boldlypurplelight]

Love is a drug|| JJK|| 3

Pairing: Yandere Jungkook × Female Reader

Genre: Yandere Themes, a bit fluff, angst, betrayal, .

Warning: Smut, Loverboy jk, hints of Yandere jk, 18+, hard dom jk, slangs used.

Summary: OC had a very Happy life with her lovely Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old ceo ; but things take a vast turn and oc finds herself in critical condition.

Shirtless Jungkook y'all 🥵

CHAPTER 3

It was another date for the couple - well accidental date.

Jungkook was just chilling in his house when he heard the doorbell ring, turn out to be YN shivering from cold. He frowned but took her inside nonetheless.

There was heavy rainfall and she couldn't take chance with her life, so here she was.

She had visited Jungkook's house numerous times, it always felt like home to her surprisingly Jungkook's apartment had a same scent and same vibe like her house.

Jungkook was currently selecting a drama to watch as he heard the shower turn off.

"yn-ah, which series-"

'Fuck'. He thought as she came out from the shower wearing his white silk tshirt and messy hairs.

He had seen this woman almost every day but she managed to make him crazy day by day.

YN's cheeks were now redder as she saw Jungkook checking her.

"Are we gonna watch movies?" She asked with her sultry but innocent voice. As if she didn't plan out to pick the sexiest shirt from his wardrobe and putting on his scent.

And the guy was already drooling.

"I think we could do better than that baby" as he came forward grabbing her by waist.

"Only when you're interested" he winked, looking how it made her weak in the knees.

He kissed her passionately, the kiss was slow and deep but young-soon wanted more.

She wanted him to kiss her madly, kissing like there's no tomorrow as she bit on his lower lips.

Jungkook pulled out and thumb on her lips,

"Is that what you want baby, want me to fuck you until you can't walk anymore"

She took his thumb in her mouth signalling him.

Jungkook took no time in putting her on his bed.

"Strip and on your knees, I don't want any teasing tonight"

YN obeyed with her pussy clenching on his deep voice. There she full naked and on her knees submitting herself to him. Jungkook was in awe, they had sex before but he was equally hard everytime she was naked.

Jungkook took the lube and started spreading on her ass cheeks.

"Damn! Baby, look at you so pretty and breed able for me , can't decide which hole should I fuck tonight". He could see her ass glistening as he started going down her wet pussy.

"This one" he teased by fingering her asshole, "Or this one" pushing his fingers now inside her pussy.

YN whimpered, her hole clenching

"Please, just fuck me!! I can't take it anymore, I need your cock Jungkook- ugh!!"

She stopped as she felt his cock penetrate her pussy.

'Fuck' he was even fully inside yet she was shaking.

"It's ok baby, breath" Even in the lust he could only care about her and her pleasure.

"You're doing so well, darling. You're so good taking my cock- fuck!!!" He groaned as she clenched on his cock.

He thrusted faster playing with one of her nipples. YN was literally at the edge as she called him out.

"Cum for me, baby" As he knew he was close too.

After coming down from their high Jungkook looks at yn, her sweat glistening down her body made her look goddess in his eyes. Feeling himself as the luckiest man in this universe.

YN looks at him the same way, when she saw him wearing half sleeves tshirt looking all bulky she couldn't help but feel hot leaving all the coldness from her body.

Jungkook finished cleaning them as he asked about showering again.

But YN took him in her arms kissing his nose she said,

" Let's just cuddle!" As they slept the night away in each other's arms.

YN planned to suprise Jungkook today with her self-made food. Proudly looking at her lunchbox as she stepped out the elevator of his office.

She stopped, YN couldn't believe her eyes, was she dreaming right now.

There was Sarah her colleague, walking out of Jungkook's office.

How was this possible, heck she didn't even know Jungkook. When YN was fresher she always heard about Sarah and everyone had same opinion

'She is problematic '.

"Hey! Yn"

YN didn't reply, staring into her soul leaving Sarah feeling awkward.

"Umm, I'll see you at work" As she scurried into the elevator.

YN was dumbfounded , Although YN rarely talked casually with Sarah.

It seems like now she would never after this incident.

Author's note: Heyy!! Armys. Tell me how was this chapter. I know you guys are wondering where is Yandere jk but I'm leaving small hints for y'all in every chapters. Yandere jk is the plot so he won't be coming so easily 😋. The real drama will start now.

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[kazumiku]

— MINE

NSWF (crossposted on AO3 @Kazumik)

SUMMARY; Kazuha's one-sided pinning turns into an overwhelming infatuation—an obsession that needs to be unleashed somehow, someway. So, he spilled his guts out in a poem that claims you are his, only before hiding you away from the world to prove his audacious words to be true.

READ WARNINGS; ooc, dark themes, has blood and violence, rape, dubcon, yandere Kazuha, the reader has alexithymia (i think)

you have now been warned...

Enigmatic, you are. Walking through the hallways with an unbothered look, strangely calm amongst the loud voices of students crowding every corner of the hall, their voices having silenced by your thoughts, inaudible in your ears as you saunter towards your classroom.

Nobody paid you any heed when you slid open the door, and you couldn’t care less. Making your way to your seat, body relaxed and leaning against the back of the seat once you’re sat. Your classmates had minded their own business, but there was a feeling at the back of your head that somebody was staring, your eyes wander to meet with unfamiliarly familiar scarlet eyes.

Kazuha was his name, as you remembered from some time ago, he had handed you a small envelope with a poem inside. Each stroke by his pen used, word by word, written with underlying possessiveness, forming each stanza to subtly declare you as his. Shameless was an understatement, he will do anything in his power to at least stare at you, his gaze invasive, it was hard to brush off, even for an individual like you.

“Forgive how I ogle, admiring you, as I’m lost in my own bubble;

Your blasé magnificence guides my forlorn gaze,

Spiraling my once working mind into a compulsive haze.

My doll, for only you I must craze.

Fear not for I mean no harm;

To wound you is a sin, my goddess, I shan’t.

But, dear, my patience wears thin.

Worry not your pretty mind, sooner, I’ll make it even.

—K.K.”

You did not know how to answer that, ghosting him in terms of letters as you were unwilling to be his pen pal. His poem sent shivers down your spine, the bad type of shivers, the one to make your throat dry and your eyes wide from his audacity. “Sooner, I’ll make it even.” It’s silly, you thought.

What? Was Kazuha going to kidnap you and force you to love him or something? Impossible, he looked too lanky to do so.

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It almost felt like you spoke to soon, groggily opening your eyes to the sight of a plain, dim lighted room, having to squint your eyes as your surroundings were unintelligible to your disoriented vision. Where were you? Only the gods can tell.

The only memory you could recall before your world submerged in black was you, walking home peacefully. Well, peacefully until your breathing was cut short by what seemed like a chloroform rag covering the lower-half of your face, held onto place by a firm hand that snaked from behind you, forcing you to inhale the mind-numbing drugs to succumb you into a temporary, yet deep slumber.

“What the… where am I?” You winced quietly, your mind throbbing in pain. The room was cold, yet it seems only you, and, well, the noisy rats at the corner of the room, being the only thing that breathed inside there. It was eerie, like the low-quality horror films you used to adore watching as a kid. But, this time, it was in real life, and not in some lousy made movie.

Few moments have passed, with what seemed like an eternity, when in reality is was a few minutes, there was finally movement going on in the room—other than the rodents that reside with you in the same room—the door peeked open before a head of familiar platinum blesses your gaze. Chains clanked as you tried to shift, only then did you notice the heavy shackles around your ankles and wrists.

“Ah, you’re awake,” The man’s silvery voice graces its way into your ears, a smile playing on his lips. A twisted one, his scarlet gaze as dim as the lights offered, why is little to no illumination. “I was wondering when you’d wake up,” Kazuha jested casually, presenting a tray in his hand. “I brought you something to eat. You must be tired, poor little thing…”

He knelt to meet your point of view, placing the tray on the floor in front of you. As much as this unnerved you, as your muscles were screaming, aching for you to run—a bored face masked your inner conflict as you glanced down to the dish, a simple plate of fried fish, having a nice aroma that you’d probably eat it. But not when you’re restricted, only being kidnapped, your stomach churning in… fear?

Who knows.

Kazuha was quick to catch on your reluctance to eat, sighing inwardly before he reached down for the spoon. He simply opted to feed you in your stead, not wanting you to starve under his care. “Say ‘ahh’ for me, honey,” He instructed with a sickly sweet voice, tipping the fish-filled spoon just at the entrance your lips as he waited for your cooperation.

You responded in a jaded stare before looking to the side to an empty corner, peering at nothing in particular. “Am I in a basement?” Your sudden question earned a hum from him before he chuckled and nodded. “What an astute observation, my dear, you’re right on the money.” The platinum boy praised before patting your head, like an owner would do to its pet.

You moved your head back away from under his palm in unease, though it wouldn’t show how shaken you are in terms of facial features—though the twitching of your hand was proof of your uncertainty, Kazuha, being the attentive person he was, hastily caught on, smirking in amusement at that. So that’s how you show emotion, huh? He was starting to pick up swiftly on how to read you. Skillfully at that.

“Don’t touch me…” You whispered, voice laced with indecision. Nevertheless, Kazuha did not falter, still aiming the spoonful at you. “Open your mouth wide, dear,” He was resolved in his decision to feed you, which you gleefully ignore.

The corners of Kazuha’s lips drew down, clicking his tongue at your continuous defiance, it was like a switch flipped as he went straight to the point. His free hand lunged towards your face, seeking your jaw before moving higher to pinch both sides of your cheek, leaving your lips to part open for the spoonful to enter. Before you could think of spitting the food, you started chewing, the fish well-cooked and seasoned perfectly to match your liking.

A pleased hum vibrated from his throat seeing you eat, that sweetly unnerving smile of his dawning back to view in his face. “That’s a good girl,” Kazuha praised, earning you another pat on the head. You couldn’t even move your head back before his slender fingers made its way to grasp on your locks, leaving you to quietly wince as you busy on chewing.

“Don’t think about even defying me or my wishes, you won’t live see the end of it, my love.”

With that same velvety voice of his, his threat reverberated through the empty basement, asserting his authority over you in a sugar-coated, honeyed manner that makes you want to gag.

Kazuha’s fingers then untangle from your hair, stroking the side of your face before he placed the spoon back on the tray and went back up to his feet, leaving you to sit alone on the icy floor, chained to the equally cold walls.

“I still have matters to attend to, I trust that you’re able enough to feed yourself.” He declared, leaving you to your own accord as he disappeared up the stairs, a glimpse of light seeping out from the open door before he shuts the exit behind him, leaving you to willow in the shadowy room, unaided, chilly and alone.

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Time has lost its worth in this little space you’re now resided in, and, surprisingly enough, you are taken good care of throughout the duration of your elongated stay, occasionally cleaned and fed good dishes that are cooked by his own hands. The only way you could tell that time is moving from the outside was by Kazuha’s feeding times, giving you the usual three meals a day. But now, it felt like he’s given you food for countless of times now, the days turning to weeks, to months. It’s been a year, probably, and you still wouldn’t be sure of how much moons had passed.

Any disobedience ever endeavored throughout is only to be met with punishment, punishment meaning pain—along with pleasure that leaves you conflicted on what to genuinely feel about your captor, yet in never shows in your face, making it all the more exhilarating in Kazuha’s scarlet eyes.

“You’re so much like a doll,” Kazuha comments, his voice husky, a contrast to his usual velvety voice but still holding the same volume of tooth-rotting honey that charmingly rolls out of his tongue. “You always keep a straight face, like you’re bored… Heh, even when I…”

He trailed on his words then your head flew to the side with a loud slap reverberating through the room, leaving a prominent, red hand-mark on your cheek before he grasps at your hair to move your face back towards him, crimson eyes glimmering with shiny stars of admiration at your seemingly unfeeling expression. You looked so beautiful like this. You were meant for him, he’s certain.

“Shit— you like that, don’t you? You’re squeezing around me so much,” He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you, each engorged vein prodding, rubbing against your velvety walls. Even cockwarming him felt good, by how thick he was. At first, you’d tear up through droopy eyes, but now you’re trained to take his cock, to feel how much he’s stretched your puny hole up every time you felt too rebellious. But Kazuha’s just disciplining you, he’s clarified that many times.

His whole length sat inside you snugly, a perfect fit, all for him. “It’s too much… p-please, I’m sorry… I want you to move…” You panted, heartbeat pounding loudly inside your tightening rib cage. You felt so stuffed, overwhelmed, wanting to frown—But you’re simply unable to, always having that default look on your face even when he’s tormenting you both physically and mentally, molding your body to his taste, twisting your mind to have the same corrupted morals as him.

Turning you into the perfect pet for him. Only for him.

He chuckled, licking his bottom lip as one hand held your hips so you won’t squirm away, the other hand stroking your forearm, reaching down to trace at the shackles on your wrist. Clearly, he doesn’t trust you enough to let the cuffs off, simply opting to keep you like this for your whole life, perhaps. Maybe if you weren’t such a bad girl. Kazuha doesn’t mind, though, he prefers you like this, tied down. It assures him that you won’t slip out of his grasp.

“Hmm, are you sure that you’re sorry, my lovely?” You choke out a yes, bobbing of your head vigorously as you glance at him through damp lashes, your breath hitching as he suddenly pulled out until the tip was the only thing left in you, earning him a whine that bubbled from your throat.

It seems Kazuha was satisfied with your keen nodding to his question. And, without warning, he plunged back into your depths with a wet squelch, your jaw dropping loose as he bottoms out inside you. Then he repeated the motion, seeking the perfect pace that made you throw your head back, eyes rolling as his dick hit all the right spots inside you with practiced ease.

The obscene noise of your sweaty skin meeting his resonated throughout the room, bouncing off the walls along with your high-pitched whining and his low grunts, his firm hands now making way to grasp your thighs and pry them further open before draping them over his shoulders, the chains attached to your legs jittering as he does so.

His cock met the maximum capacity of your depths, the tip of his cock flush against your cervix that it made you see stars, your body shuddering and writing against him weakly. Drool started to trickle down your chin, but that didn’t stop Kazuha as he descended his lips onto your moist ones, drenching his mouth in your saliva before his tongue slid out to enter yours, drinking up your loud noises that it becomes gurgled.

“You’re so warm, my love… You’re mine now, aren’t you?” Kazuha grunted, slightly muffled as he claimed your body as his, his scarlet eyes brimming with possessiveness that will only look your way. He loves you, he loves this, and he loves ravaging your body so much. Mine, mine, mine, that was the only thing that echoed through his mind.

Your stomach churned as a familiar knot formed, your pussy tightening even more so in a vice-like grip around his girth, the action soundlessly telling him your climax was drawing near. And, with that, the rhythm of his hips sped up, now pounding you down onto the floor relentlessly as he pulled his lips away from yours to travel down to your neck, littering your supple skin with red-purple marks along with occasional nibbles that left bite scars.

With one last harsh thrust, you scream loudly with a strained voice as he bit down on your shoulder hard. Hard enough to draw blood, yet the pain seems to only enhance the heightened arousal you felt as your vagina fluttered around him, the knot in your stomach undoing itself as you coat his whole length in your climax with a heavy pant.

But he didn’t halt there, even when you reached up to grasp his forearm and beg him to stop. Even when tears trickled down your flushed cheek. Even when your typically dormant face finally contorted into one of pained overstimulation. Even when your nails dig onto his flesh, clawing, leaving red scores to form on his skin.

Nevertheless, Kazuha was selfish, seeking out his own well-earned orgasm as his hips stuttered, thrusts losing its rhythm as he sloppily plunged himself in and out your abused cunt.

“Shh… b-baby, I’m almost there,” Kazuha assured, breath hot against your skin as he licked the bruises that formed throughout the expanse of your neck and shoulder. “You’re doing so well, my love, just a little more… mmh, I love you, I-I love you.…”

His voice went quiet as he bottomed out fully, cock twitching inside you one last time before spurting out ropes of white liquid, flooding your womb with his warm semen, claiming you as his completely and utterly. You could only fall limp on the ground as he remained inside you, ensuring all his load stayed inside your pussy.

“I… I l-love you too…”

You’re his. You’ve always have been, and forever will be.             

notes; erm this is a peace offering for not updating, so i hope u enjoyed (stoner scara is rotting in my unfinished works.. ive been rewriting it bc i didnt like how i wrote it initially, and im still working on it)

#kazuha kaedehara #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kaedehara x you #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #yandere kazuha #dead dove do not eat #smut fic #genshin smut #kazuha smut

[my-soupy-brain]

Hey! I just wanted to say I love your writing! I have a request that maybe you could explore some? I’d love to know if Ted would be into plus size/ curvier women? Being an American from the south, maybe he’s all about it ? I totally imagine him as a boob guy

As a "cushiony" girl myself, I applaud the HELL out of this prompt. And I think Ted, specifically, is the type of man who'd love it. First, he falls in love with PEOPLE, not bodies. But second, he'd love having someone to snuggle up to and hold and be warm with. Let's goooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader (f)

Warning: Light smut

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Your first week at Nelson Road was...intense.

Orientation is one thing. Getting to know the team and the staff is another.

Working in an office with a super model, now that's a whole bag of things on its own.

The first month went by without a hitch. You got the hang of things. People were starting to know your name.

Your second month, you and Keeley had become mates. Going out for coffee, girl-talking together. You got to spend more time with Rebecca Welton, the owner of the team, and she was a walking goddess that made you feel seen.

"You're quite funny, y/n," she said one day, enjoying tea (and your coffee) in her office. "What a breath of fresh air you bring to the office."

As you smile and thank her, Ted Lasso walks in the room, whistling a tune.

"Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know I was interrupting girl talk, I'll come back later," he mutters, looking around nervously.

"Ted! Don't be silly. Have you had a chance to meet y/n yet?" Rebecca starts, her hand motioning to you on the couch.

"I, ah, think we met my first week. But that was ages ago it feels like," you stammer, offering your hand. "I'm y/n. It's great to meet you, Coach Lasso."

"Aw, please, call me Ted. Ain't no need for formalities," he says, smiling wide.

Your eyes sparkle at him. He's so handsome. Built like a real man, tall and broad. His hair styled neatly, a combed and trimmed mustache. His sweater is rolled up at the elbows, showing off his muscular forearms.

"y/n was just telling us about her first time drinking tea here," Keeley jokes. "Had the same reaction you did."

"You didn't like it, huh?" he asked. You shake your head. "No. Spit it out all over the shopkeep where I picked up my first cup, sad to say. It was no McDonald's coffee burn, but I'm sure it didn't feel good."

Ted laughs at this, getting the McDonald's reference.

"Well shoot, nice to have another American around the office," he says brightly. He offers his hand again. "I'll see ya around. Bye, ladies!"

When he leaves you blush. You try to tamp it down though because whatever would you offer a man like him?

As weeks go by though, you and Ted get along. You both like coffee, so big win there. You both love barbecue, and he's over the moon to talk about it with someone who appreciates it like he does. You share similar tastes in movies, music... you name it.

One day, Ted stops by your office to ask some questions about a promotion for the team you and Keeley are working on.

As you spin around to greet him, your blouse catches on the corner of your filing cabinet, and the chest pops open a couple buttons.

"Oh, shit!" you exclaim, but before you can crouch to pick them off the floor, Ted's already at your feet.

When he finds them, he kneels and his eyes track from your ankles to your curvy torso to your chest -- which is now a bit open with a lacy red bra underneath, holding your ample breasts. And then your eye line. You almost snicker to see he's blushing.

"Uh, here ya go, miss," he offers, placing the buttons in your hand.

You realize your blouse is still hanging open, and you quickly clutch it.

"I'm so sorry, Ted, that was my fault," you stammer, avoiding his eyes. He can sense your nerves.

"It's OK, y/n. Honest. Maybe those buttons just weren't up for the job anymore," he jokes, his hands in his pockets. You laugh with him.

"Say, some of us are goin' out to Crown & Anchor tonight for a drink, you wanna join us? Get a real taste for club gossip?"

You smile widely. "I'd love that."

...

By the end of the workday, you're eager to grab a drink and unwind. You've safety-pinned your blouse for the time being, and while the fabric strains, it seems to work.

"Why don't you just ask her out," you overhear Beard chiding.

"Naw, a woman like that ain't go nothin' she wants with me," Ted says, waving him off. Your stomach drops a little at who the lucky lady might be. When Ted sees you approaching, he hushes Beard's conversation.

"y/n! Glad you could make it! Slide on in," he says, making room in his booth.

You sit down and take a breath. "Good to be here. Where's everyone else?"

Beard points to an area where folks are dancing. "Roy and Keeley are hittin' the dance floor," Beard says with a laugh. "Amateurs."

You look quizzically at him and then at Ted.

"Thanks again for finding my buttons. I appreciate the emergency help," you joke. Ted nods and takes a drink of his beer. "No problem."

Beard stands up and stretches. "Well, I gotta call Jane. She wants to go to some planetarium tonight and take mushrooms. I told her I'd be her watch."

Ted chuckles, always a new story with Jane. Beard makes eyes at Ted, as if to encourage him into something. Ted shakes his head quickly but quietly so you don't see. But you do.

"See ya later, Beardo," Ted says, and you wave goodbye.

When Ted turns to you, his arm is over the back of the booth, and it feels intimate in a way you didn't expect, your heart hammering in your chest a little.

Ted takes a breath, and you smile at him warmly.

"Do you wanna dance?" Ted asks. "It's been many years for my two left feet but you look so nice, I feel like I should show ya off."

You blush wildly, and take another drink of your cocktail. "I'd love to."

Ted leads you both to the dance floor, where Keeley and Roy have peeled off somewhere else, probably making out in an alley. Good for them.

You're not a great dancer but you have fun together when the Electric Slide comes on. Ted's eyes watching your ass, the way you shake your hips, the way your breasts bounce in your blouse. He adjusts the neck of his sweater as he warms up.

"You can feel it, it's electric!" you sing along, laughing with him.

When the song ends and a slow song comes on, you wipe the sweat from your brow and start to leave the dance floor, but Ted grabs your hand and pulls you back.

"One more?" he asks.

You blush and accept, feeling a little self-conscious to have his hands on your wider, fleshy hips. As you sway together, your hands around his neck, he stands closer, leaning into your ear and you shiver.

"You're beautiful, you know," he whispers with a deep Kansas drawl. "I don't think you know how beautiful you are."

Your heart is galloping in your chest.

"Before you got here, Beard was tryin' to convince me to ask ya out, but I was intimidated," he starts. You pull back and look in his eyes.

"How in the world would a man like you be intimidated by me?" you ask, truly curious and confused.

Ted quirks a smile under his mustache.

"Because you're gorgeous. Funny as all heck. Smart as a whip. Great taste in food, movies AND music. You've got a great laugh. Kind, and now I find you're a great dancer," he says quietly. "You check all of ol' Ted's boxes."

You smile as you lean closer to him.

"I... thought you were devastatingly handsome when I met you. And getting to know you has only made my crush ten thousand times worse," you say with a giggle. His hands hold you closer, drifting down to the curve of your ass.

"Crush, huh?" he teases. "Well, would ya look at that? Two people crushin' on each other like a couple 'a lovestruck teenagers."

Your fingers brush through the hair on the back of his head now, and he holds you closer.

"I haven't stopped thinkin' about what happened earlier," he whispers again, his voice lower and huskier. "How gorgeous you probably are under all those clothes. Those curves and that soft skin..."

Your lips let out a little moan, the traitors they are.

"Ya wanna go back to my place?" Ted asks a little desperately. As your thigh brushes against him, you can feel his excitement. You nod. "I would like that."

...

You're two steps in the door before he's got his arms around you, leaning in to kiss you properly. His hands coast down your sides, the dip of your waist and your fleshy hips, which he squeezes in a way that makes him groan into your mouth.

"Oh, sugar, I...I don't know what to do with myself," he says with a chuckle. "You've got the body of a goddess."

You shake your head but he grabs your chin to stop you.

"No, honey. I'm serious."

You can't help grabbing his face and kissing him harder. Holding him tighter. Needing him closer.

Your hands make work of the safety pins on your blouse, and the rest of your in-tact buttons, before his hands take over for you.

"I wanna do this, I've been dyin' to see the rest of what's under here," he breathes out. When he slides it off your shoulders, he walks you both back to his bedroom, where you both are in a more dire rush to remove clothes.

The skirt goes, then the heels. The sweater, the undershirt, until you climb into bed and he's hovering over you. You reach to turn off the lamp but he stops you.

"I can turn it off if ya want, sweetheart, but I'd much prefer being able to see ya," he says, leaning in to nibble the soft skin of your neck, down to your chest and the swell of your breasts.

You decide to relent, because Ted Lasso makes you feel desired. He wants this as much as you want this.

...

In the morning, you wake to a dreary London day, and Ted snuggled up behind you, his hand on your hip. As you stir, it coasts up and down, then reaches over to your tummy, then to your breasts, then to your shoulder, and then back down to your hip.

"Mmm," he says, his lips curled into a smile with his eyes still closed.

"Nothin' better than wakin' up with a perfect woman in your bed," he mumbles. You smile, turning to look at him.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he says, his hazel eyes opening as he looks at you. "Those eyes, those thighs. Those lips, those hips," he says, leaning in to kiss you softly.

Your eyes feel like they could cry at his words of love and affirmation. His hands travel your body, squeezing and caressing along the way.

"I can't stop touchin' you, darlin'," he laughs to himself. "I just can't. If ya want me to, let me know because I'm basically glued to ya at this point."

You shake your head. "I love it. I never... thought I'd get a chance to..."

He stops you and smiles. "To what? Blow my mind? Turn me into a horny teenager again? Make me never wanna leave this bed?"

His hands go back to work, massaging your body and touching everything he can. You laugh at this, smiling and leaning into his lips.

"I really, really like you y/n," he says quietly, looking into your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair over your ear.

"I really, really like you Ted Lasso," you answer.

He leans in to kiss your lips gently, smiling, and pulling you close to his chest so he can keep his hands on you.

"I owe Beardo some money," Ted mutters against your hair, his hand on your breast, touching it gently.

"Why's that?"

"He bet me we'd work out, and I bet him I'd chicken out," he answers. "He won."

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This was longer than I expected but it felt so personal and cute to write. I appreciate this prompt -- and I do think Ted would love this. Love holding you, touching you, all of it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso smut #ted lasso fluff #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso fanfic #ted loves a woman's body full stop #he's alllllll about it

[real-life-senshi]

Sailor Moon was always by my side. Mitsuishi Kotono and Kitagawa Keiko's special conversation on Sailor Moon Cosmos

(OP: This was from July 15th, 2023. Somehow I missed this article when it was first released... Whoops. Here's the belated translation.)

In 2014, when the new anime Sailor Moon Crystal began, fans of the 90s anime were gushing. We get to see Sailor Moon again...! And now, with the movie version of Sailor Moon Cosmos (both the first and second parts are in theatres), the series has finally come to its conclusion. This time, exclusive to MOVIE WALKER PRESS, Mitsuishi Kotono, who plays Eternal Sailor Moon/Usagi Tsukino, and Kitagawa Keiko, who plays Sailor Cosmos, got their dream to share a conversation come true! They reminisced on their experience during production, how they portrayed their roles, and what the existence of Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon mean for both of them.

「 What I worked hard for in the '90s has actually come to fruition… I really felt that. 」 (Mitsuishi)

― This movie is the culmination of the Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon Crystal series that started in 2014. From the initial Crystal series to this movie, people who grew up watching the 90's anime became the chosen cast… How was it for you, Mitsuishi-san, to work with the viewers of those days?

Mitsuishi 「 That's true. At first, I was the only confirmed voice casting for the film, and then the other Sailor Senshi auditioned and one by one, we finally came together. 」

― It is just like at the very beginning of the work, isn't it? At first, Usagi was alone, but then Sailor Mercury's Ami Mizuno, then Sailor Mars' Rei Hino, and so on, gathered together.

Mitsuishi 「 In the beginning I felt very lonely recording on my own, so I was glad when one by one the Sailor Senshi gathered together. Many of the cast and staff had told me “I’ve watched it back then”! “What I worked hard for in the 90s has actually come to fruition”, “the children who would proclaim ‘I want to be like Sailor Moon’ have become such splendid adults, all of them really flourished as a lady and just like a Senshi” was the impression I received firsthand. Of course, the girls are all professionals, so they were able to put aside their feelings as a fan and tackled their voicing roles seriously, and I felt that they supported me more than I did for them. We also get together in private, and I sincerely feel that I have made it this far because I had their support. 」

― Kitagawa-san, who plays Sailor Cosmos, is also a member of the so-called "Sailor Moon generation," right?

Kitagawa 「 Mitsuishi-san is a goddess to me. When I was a child, the first manga I picked up was Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, which I followed the serialization in Nakayoshi, and was part of the generation that also participated in Sailor Moon’s ``Great Service For All Applicants''. 」

― You can send stamps to the Nakayoshi editorial office and get cute goodies.  So nostalgic!

Kitagawa 「 Yes, that's right. When I first worked with Mitsuishi-san on the JDrama Rikokatsu, the first thing we talked about was Sailor Moon. I also loved Evangelion, so I recall we talked about that as well (Editor's note: Mitsuishi played Katsuragi Misato in the series Neon Genesis Evangelion.). I think it is probably the same for everyone from my generation, that I grew up listening to Mitsuishi-san’s voice, so during Rikokatsu it felt natural and comfortable for me to co-portray the roles of mother and daughter with Mitsuishi-san. Though we hadn’t worked together since the drama, we kept in touch from time to time, so it didn't feel like it had actually been that long of a time. 」

Mitsuishi 「 For me, because I often see you on TV.  When watching TV, I’d go “Ah, it's Keiko-chan! She's so beautiful!” (lol). So I also didn't feel like it had been a long time since I last saw you. 」

― When thinking about Kitagawa-san in this context, we’d easily think of the image of Sailor Mars from the live-action drama, but this time you will be playing a different role, Sailor Cosmos.

Kitagawa 「 I was happy when I initially received the offer, but I was also puzzled. In the live-action, Sawai Miyuu-san, who played Sailor Moon, was truly the center of our group, being supported by the 4 Senshi, but this time Sailor Cosmos’s role gives the impression of being " the root of the Sailor Senshi". Instead of being on the “supporting side”, that this role was so close to Usagi-chan's position, it felt like a sanctuary in a sense... a place that I felt I couldn’t jump into. So while I was very happy to be offered the role, and I was very eager to be a part of this new production, simultaneously I’d wonder “Am I the right person for this role?”… causing me conflicting feelings. I ended up seeking consult with all the members of what is referred to as the “Senshi-kai” (戦士会, Senshi Reunion) nowadays, the Senshi cast members of the live-action series. But, "This is the last production of the Crystal series, I’m so happy you get to play such a role in that, I definitely want you to do it!” was what everyone told me, and so they gave me the push I needed to accept the offer.」

― How was it for you when actually voicing the role?

Kitagawa 「 Before I recorded my part, I was provided a [voice] sample called a guide, and this time Mitsuishi-san was the one who dubbed the guide for me. It was already the perfect Sailor Cosmos. When I read the script, it was difficult to grasp the nuances of Sailor Cosmos' and Guardian Cosmos’s character, but Mitsuishi-san helped me realize it would be fine if I did it like this.  “Mitsuishi-san is amazing...”, I thought again in that moment. I feel that Usagi-chan's voice has also become deeper and deeper with each successive series. 」

Mitsuishi 「 About that, it's because the days have piled up...! (lol) 」

Kitagawa 「 Not at all, to have overcome many hardships, to be able to feel the image of “Usagi-chan of the present” really moved me. On the day of recording, Mitsuishi-san come to visit, as well as Takeuchi Naoko-sensei, so I was very nervous. (lol) 」

― For Mitsuishi-san, what were some things you were specifically mindful of when portraying Usagi-chan in this work?

Mitsuishi 「 This time around, her friends and Mamo-chan that she love all disappeared right in front of her, and in the second part, her friends appear as her enemies. Even though the scenario where everyone had become an enemy had also happened earlier in the series, this time was the toughest of them. Even though I felt fine when I was reading the script, it still became really tough when I actually heard the voices. Even when battered and bruised, I am determined to get back the people who are important to me, with a power that does not spring from hatred, it's with these thoughts I portrayed the role with a positive and great sense of power. 」

「 Having taught me many things, Sailor Moon is a series that is impossible for me to separate myself from. 」 (Kitagawa)

― Once again, what kind of existence does the work "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon" mean for the two of you?

Mitsuishi 「 The reason I have made it this far as a voice actress is large because of this series, so it's a work that's very important to me. Since working on the Crystal series, I feel as if I'm giving back the energy everyone has given me when I was working in the 90s. Even in my daily life, I have the feeling that Sailor Moon is just around the corner in my mind. For example, sometimes the crescent moon is right above the Sky Tree, and whenever I see a picture of it on social media, my first thought is it looks like a big Moon Stick (lol). "If we had such a big Moon Stick, we could cleanse the entire Earth and bring peace to the world!" I sometimes think of outlandish things like that. 」

― That's an idea that only Mitsuishi-san, who has been playing Sailor Moon for a long time, could come up with... as expected!

Kitagawa 「 It really is! It's wonderful… 」

― And Kitagawa-san, what kind of influence did Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon have on your life?

Kitagawa 「 No matter with the series or with Mitsuishi-san, I've felt a sense of a destined connection with them. It was Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon that led me to make my debut as an actress, and when I worked as a lead actress on a drama series, or when I try my hand at voice acting, Mitsuishi-san often become part of such key moments of my experience. Moreover, this year marks the 20th anniversary of both the live-action series, and my career in the entertainment industry, I feel that Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon had been part of many significant turning points in my life. This is a series that is impossible for me to separate myself from. 」

Mitsuishi 「 In all honesty, I had originally been worried if I should bring up an old tokusatsu work with you given you are a major actress in the industry. 」

Kitagawa 「 I'm someone who prefers to speak openly and face things with dignity. I've always loved Sailor Moon, so much so I was like, "I'm going to audition and receive a role in the live-action version of Sailor Moon and work in Tokyo!" From the filming experience, I was taught filming methods, how to behave on set, how to act, how to dance, etc., and I really learned a lot. 」

Mitsuishi 「 Tokusatsu is a very difficult field. I've always felt that any actors or actresses who had overcome working in Tokusatsu would have the strength and spirit to survive in any field of the acting industry. 」

Kitagawa 「 It's the type of workspace and shooting site where you are required to do any and every sort of thing. Especially for the Sailor Moon series, even after transformation it would still be us actresses who are in costume, so that made it even more challenging. 」

Mitsuishi 「 Behind you it goes BOOM! And you'd still have to walk cooly in front of the explosion. 」

Kitagawa 「 At first I was shocked by the explosions, but I gradually got used to them, even napalm (explosions commonly used in Tokusatsu) I ended up not thinking anything of it (lol). I think the reason I've been able to do this for 20 years without faltering is that I have developed a great bond with everyone I have performed with the drama series. All members of the “Senshi-kai” (戦士会, Senshi Reunion) haven't left the entertainment industry, and we are all working hard in the same world. Even now would go to see and support each other's works, I am sure they will see this film as well. It's because of each other's presence that we have been able to continuously move forward, it's a sentiment that I hold deeply and feel very encouraged by. 」

― Lastly, for the Sailor Moon fans who have all grown up now, what are some of the highlights you'd like to share about this movie?

Mitsuishi 「 I think that as we grow older, with all the talks about 'love' and 'justice' that Sailor Moon does, more and more often we may feel embarrassed thinking about it. But for those who have loved Sailor Moon since the '90s", Usagi-chan's 'love' and 'justice' taken root somewhere in their hearts. So, I hope that this film will help them remember those things that they may have forgotten, and empower them to move forward with their lives with positivity. 」

Kitagawa 「 It's as if I was given the strength of 'positivity' and 'dedication' from this film. As I got older, there was a part of me that became afraid of failure... Because I'm in my 30s now and have been doing this job for 20 years, more and more I began to think 'I mustn't make mistakes'. In this film, Usagi-chan has to face and admit her past mistakes and works to correct her course, the part where she stands back up again to face her challenges, I was touched by that part of the story. I thought to myself, rather than shutting myself away in fear of failure or making mistakes, "I want to live my life with dignity" and was inspired to face live my life with positivity. It gave me the courage to not hold myself back and to take things easier. I am certain many people of my generation are at that point in their lives, too, and I think through watching this film Sailor Moon would give them a push to face their challenges and reassure them "It's okay". 」

#sailor moon cosmos #sailor moon cosmos part 2 #kitagawa keiko #mitsuishi kotono #sailor cosmos #pretty guardian sailor moon #pgsm #sawai miyuu #komatsu ayaka #izumi rika #azama mew #pgsm cast #khmyh translates #khmyh's fansub & translations

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello how are you,

You said you follow a lot of series. What other series are you into? What series of manga do you have? And which series are you willing to experiment with?

I follow too many fandoms to count, from video games to books, manga, movies, and stuff in between to count them all. My newest series I've gotten into it Delicious in Dungeon, it's funny and well written, but I'm still new to that.

As far as the manga series I have:

-Record of Ragnarok

-Overlord

-My Hero Academia

-My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

-One Punch Man

-Komi Can't Communicate

-Tokyo Revengers

-Monster Musume

-Ancient Magus' Bride

-Let's Buy the Land and Cultivate it in Another World

-Hunting in Another World with my Elf Wife

-Flying Witch

-That Time I got Reincarnated into a Slime

-Demon Slayer

-XXX Holic

-XXX Holic Rei

-Cardcaptor Sakura

-Cardcaptor Sakura Clear Card

-I've been Killing Slimes for 300 Years and Maxed out my Level

-I was a Bottom-Tier Bureaucrat for 1500 Years and the Demon King Made me a Minister

-A Centaur's Life

-Machimaho: I Messed up and MAde the Wrong Person into a Magical Girl

-The Alchemist who Survived Now Dreams of a Quiet City Life

-Spy X Family

-Plus Sized Elf

-Plus Sized Elf Second Helping

-The Titan's Bride

-I'm not a Succubus

-Nurse Hitomi's Monster Infirmary

-Sailor Moon

-Ah My Goddess

-Otherworldly Izakaya Nobu

-You Like Me, not my Daughter?

-My Room is a Dungeon Rest Stop

-Me and My Brothers

-Ouran High School Host Club

-My Love Story

-Honey So Sweet

-Magic Knights Rayearth

-Thigh High

-Wish (by Clamp)

-Eyeshield 21

-Who Says Warriors can't be Babes?

-Giant Spider and Me

-I Married my Best Friend to Shut my Parents Up

-Manly Appetites

-Our Dining Table

-Saki the Succubus

-Saber Marionette J

-Miyuki-Chan in Wonderland

-Satan's Secretary

-Shirahime-Syo (by Clamp)

-My Girlfriend is a T-Rex

-Chobits

-Cyborg 009

-Saiyuki

-Saiyuki Reloaded

-Magi

-Love Hina

-Negima!

-Negima?! Neo

-Suppose a Kid from the Last Dungeon Boonies moved to a Starter Town

-No Need for Tenchi

-Sorcerer Hunters

-3x3 Eyes

-Street Fighter II

-Sakura Ganbaru!

-Street Fighter Alpha

-Street Fighter III Ryu Final

-Hetalia!

-High School of the Dead

-My Dress Up Darling

-The Way of the Househusband

-The Masterful Cat is Depressed Again Today

-Yakuza's Guide to Babysitting

-Beauty and the Feast

-My Senpai is Annoying

-A Man and his Cat

-In the Land of Leadale

-Drugstore in Another World

-Farming Life in Another World

-Bofuri

-Savior's Book Cafe Story in Another World

-Magic Artisan Dahlia Wilts No More

-I'm a Behemoth, an S-Ranked Monster, but Mistaken for a Cat, I live as an Elf Girl's Pet

-Wood Woof Story I told you to Turn me into a Pampered Pooch, not Fenrir!

-Cutie and the Beast

-Ms. Kozumi Loves Ramen Noodles

-If It's for my Daughter, I'd even Defeat a Demon Lord

-Reborn as a Polar Bear: The Legend of how I became a Forest Guardian

-Restaurant to Another World

-So I'm a Spider, So What?

-Kaiju Girl Caramelize

-She Professed Herself Pupil of the Wise Man

-Kuma Kuma Kuma Bear

-I Shall Survive Using Potions

-Reincarnated as a Sword

This one took me a while lol, but I have been collecting my series for over 20 years now so I guess that's understandable.

[dazaiaiko]

Hello! Hope you are having a good day/night. So sorry to bother you, could you write about Fyodor and Dazai (separately) meeting and dating S/O who is a young mom? Sorry if it’s weird and sorry if it makes you uncomfy.

its been a long time since I've written (college is a bitch) but i actually watched a movie about a single mom a week back so i might be doing something with this.

Note: I have yet to post Fyodor's part as it is a work in progress and I have named our S/O as her name is part of the story I have written, apart from this, everything is pretty similar to your request. Hope you enjoyed it<33

Characters : Dazai x fem!reader (young mom), tags : suicide, depression and death mentioned frequently

The recent talk of the neighbourhood circled around - a woman living alone with her toddler in a rundown apartment.

"who knows who the father of that child is...!"

Our subject of this rumour had applied to the quiet yet popular cafe Uzumaki.

Quite obviously in her early 20's, she sat in a corner of the cafe as the old couple took her interview. The afternoon was a quiet one, with two customers quietly sipping away their coffee in shared silence. The neighbourhood outside, quiet, as the streets basked in the afternoon sun. Summer was approaching..

She could make some miso soup for her daughter today and perhaps take her out for a evening walk. Breaking away from the daze, she returned her focus to the interview as she assessed her future employers.

The cafe owners were an old, childless couple. They had already made up their minds to take her in after the rumours travelling the streets reached their ears. However when catering to an organisation as special as the ADA, special measures were to be taken.

"So.... you know how to make coffee, bake goods, manage a register....have you learnt self defence perhaps?"

As she was about to answer, a hoarse voice spoke out behind her, from one of the tables, as a man in his 20's donning a brown coat spoke without moving his gaze from the open book in his hands,

"I believe the lady here has learnt how to wield a knife efficiently, Perhaps Judo when you were young, although I can tell you're out of practise." He looked up from his book to flash a bright smile as he made his way to their table.

"Dazai, Dazai Osamu. And You are..?"

"Hana Shinigami, nice to meet you. And yes you would be totally correct if not for the fact that I am in-fact not out of practise, just out of posture." She flashed a professional smile as she returned her attention to the old couple.

"Ah it seems I judged too fast. However! you bear quite an interesting name! 'Belladonna' pales in comparison!"

Hana - Kanji: 花 means withered flowers often associated with funeral/death

Shinigami - Kanji: 死神 means Goddess of death

"Should I be honoured? My parents were funeral directors so death is quite well imbued in a family like mine. Although, I wouldn't be wrong to think you are way too excited to be encountering someone associated with death, would I?" She giggled as the thought itself seemed ridiculous.

Having seen her parents being ridiculed their whole life for naming their daughter with such an ominous name, she couldn't help but laugh at the childlike amusement of the man she had just met.

"Death is to come to us all, so why fear it and to some the sweet release of death is what keeps them going."

"I see......oh! look at the time, I need to pick up my daughter now then, please excuse me."

"Surely yes, You can join work starting tomorrow and since the cafe is empty and quiet most of the time, you can even bring your daughter here. It would surely liven up the atmosphere."

She nodded at their requests while she said her farewell and went off to the distant as Dazai's gaze remained in her direction. It was the first time he had not called someone Belladonna. How could he when her mere name was a poetic mesh of words he longed for.

The next month passed in a flash as the cafe brightened up by their newest addition- Aoi Shinigami. Her laughter and giggles filled the cafe as she ran around in her little dress, falling and crashing into the legs of the customers.

ADA's recent activities had involved playing with the little star as she hid under tables and chairs, complained about her mother to them all while small jewel like drops fell from her eyes when she expressed her anger and sadness. Her crying would make these renowned individuals come running from their desks to attend to her needs.

Yosano and Kyouka dressed her up in cute outfits and took pictures of her (the pictures adorning their desks as we speak) , Atsushi dropped her off to her preschool and picked her up while Hana worked her shifts, Ranpo even shared his secret snack stash with her and spoke to the oblivious child about cases as she happily gobbled up the sweets (according to him, it helped him think better), Fukuzawa might have added her to his "new kitten" collection on his phone with countless pictures of her curled up taking a nap (a picture of her playing with the cats lying in his phone), Kunikida became her unpaid teacher as he taught her hiragana and katakana in his spare time (he even attended her PTMs) and the siblings became her unofficial babysitters.

How could they let her be when she looked at them with those round hazelnut eyes and dark hair, mumbling incoherent nonsense, whenever she stumbled upon a problem too big for her little hands to handle.

These days you could see the agency transmigrating their office downstairs to the cafe to keep an eye on their little angel sprightly playing around and talking about her friends from school, babbling and muttering about worldly issues and falling asleep in the most random places. Once they found her curled up under atsushi's desk with her head resting on his shoes. What a sight to behold.

Recently they even went to her annual sports event, clicking pictures, cheering for her (even more so than her own blood mother) and taking her for a treat when she did well in her little tests. Hana couldn't be more satisfied with her life. The Uzumaki owners had offered their downstairs floor to her after learning about her living condition, for a cheap rent of course.

Her daughter's days were filled with intellectual people who doted her unconditionally. Her life was simple, quiet and filled with laughter and summer this time seemed more warm than the past four summers.

Dazai too, adored the little star however his attention could be found more focused elsewhere. His eyes followed Hana everywhere with his mind always on the topic of their conversation. Their conversations were witty banters and philosophical debates on the way of life which was quite unusual but they quite enjoyed it over a cup of coffee.

Slowly but surely this unusual union of two people would start opening up to each other.

The evening Hana had opened up to him about her past, they were drinking on the rooftop while the rest were watching a show with her daughter downstairs. The show must have been funny as their laughter could be heard every other minute.

Feeling comforted in the cold night, with laughter and giggles drowning her words, she began her short yet tragic story, overcome with liquid courage,

"You know, I was infatuated, with a man 11 years older than me: Aoi's father.... I was immature and in love. A dangerous combination."

Taking a sip from her whiskey she continued, " He worked in the special armed forces. 'A reckless but fulfilling life', in his own words.

My entire pregnancy, I saw him 8 times, 8 times and then never again. Around that time during my third trimester, my parent's funeral house closed, as they went under debt... They jumped off a bridge with not so much as a final goodbye to their only pregnant daughter.

Not so much as an apology for what they were about to commit or even a second thought. Perhaps they thought if they embraced their death, they could embrace my namesake.

Not much later, came the news of his death, his body never came home. He was compromised abroad so the government refused to acknowledge him as their own.

This was the glorifying death he always talked about, dying in service to his people. Yet it would have been better if he had stayed. In the end he cared for the strangers on the street more than the mother of his child. It would have been better if he had just....stayed And the funniest part? The father of my child and my lover had forsaken all his money after his death to the mother he cut off years ago."

"It was never love, It was an arrangement of sorts, he really never cared."

"Yet here I am confessing my struggles to a man who is obsessed with the idea of imminent and painless death. I guess people's names really do determine their future."

No words were exchanged as the mere act of consoling her would be too harsh from someone who could completely resonate with the thoughts of her parents and lover in the moment of their deaths.

But he moved closer to her, still not uttering a word. Taking the glass of whiskey from her hand, he caressed her cheeks. The scarred bandaged hands moving across her face comforted her, it stopped the tears at the very least. Dazai didn't dare move, he glided his arms around her waist, pulling her slouching body from the chair in to his chest.

Then,

He kissed her. He sprinkled tender kisses on her closed eyes, her lips, her rosy cheeks, her cold hands, her shivering neck. He left no part untouched yet she didn't stop him. She reclined back into her chair with an arm around the man as she let it happen. The night passed in silence as Hana received not consolation but the physical presence and reassurance which she always had craved for,

not the sweet whispers of "eternal love", "being in their hearts" but their raw presence and Dazai offered it to her like a sweet drug she couldn't refuse.

She satisfied her addiction time and time again, The feeling was so sweet and intoxicating that it had become a vice and a blessing, yet she didn't think of it, she didn't let herself think of it when the moments passed.

Soon, he too started talking. He started talking about buried emotions, stories, friends and the distant past which kept lingering with an ominous shadow in his future, and his fears of the unknown for there was little unknown to him and she only listened with closed eyes and lips holding his hand in the deadly silence of the night.

This went on for over a year when their feelings, an entangled mess of emotions and desires as they refused to talk about it until the eventful day:

"Papa!" A noise called out from below as Dazai picked up the toddler.

"Whom are you calling, Aoi?", she pointed her little fingers towards him as she exclaimed gleefully, "Papa!" and ran off towards her mother working behind the counter in the wee hours of the morning.

Dazai, bewildered at the child's declaration, let out a uncontrolled laugh as glances were exchanged between him and the woman who plagued his every waking thoughts as one longing look was all they needed to label what they had, to build on what they had created and resume what had already begun.

THE END

Calling ☎: @nullified-kiss @jessbeinme15 @shinys-bsd-world-1 @nameless-shrimp @missrown @ravenina14 @ikin-y0u @staryjordan85 + navigation post

the rush i felt from writing this was immense. I'm sorry if my writing has become a bit dull from not writing for so long. Signing out- Byee

#bsd #[aiko posts📜 ] #bungou stray dogs #[ziel’s library 📚] #[ziel's library 🖋] #dazai x reader #bsd dazai osamu #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader angst #[aiko asks ❓]

[liyuee-qixing]

“Noble Princess”

You're the tsaritsa daughter and the snezhnaya princess,after you finish your study on Sumeru academia she decided you're mature enough to be married with one of her Faithful Servant Harbinger.

Characters:La Signora, Tartaglia,Pantalone

Second part:

La Signora

Let's say she doesn't expect the tsaritsa to have such a beautiful daughter like you. You're such a beauty on her eyes.

The first time tsaritsa introduce you to the fatui harbinger she already head over heel

She'll call you "Sweetheart" "Darling" "Love" Etc.. it's worked. The nickname she gave you really flutter you

kisses!!

"Signora? What is this all?" You asked,pointing to the wrapped packages on the floor, there's many of them. It really flooded the room

"these are the most finest dress and accessories I thought look good on you,I noticed you had your eyes on them recently."she giggled as she placed a necklace on your neck,it was pure Light Blue.

"this ore is the most high quality ore on mondstant, people say this ore is blessed by Barbartos himself,they say if a couple wear this, their relationship will goes well." Signora explained as she caress your face,she's truly a lovely partner,isn't she

Tartaglia

Oh boy.. the day tsaritsa introduce him to you was a miracle,he was tripping,head over heel. He swore he saw a goddess

He'll go with you everywhere you go! Cinema? Amusement Park?Mall? He go with you! Every moment is desirable if you're there. He'll enjoy every minute of it

Quality time and physical touch,he love to caress your face when you're asleep on his lap,he loves to plant kiss on your hair when you're asleep,he love every moment with you.

Call you "Love" "Darling" "Princess"

He love quality time and physical touch but he know when to gave you space.

"Tartaglia,do you prefer to go to cinema or should we go to the carnival instead?"you asked to the ginger,Childe only chuckles as an answer

"anywhere is fine! As long as I'm with you,I'm happy with it,do you want me to treat you to dinner? Or movie? I'll pay for it"he say with delightful smile on his face,it bought a thin smile to your face. What a dreamy guy he is

Pantalone

He's not the type to fall in love but how do he avoid falling in love with you!?

This not supposed to happen,his goal was to be the richest person alive in teyvat and to serve tsaritsa with his full heart not to fall in love with the Noble princess!

But how could he help it when your touch is so soft and your voice is so calming!?!?!

You're so hard working,pretty,definition of beauty and all,his work was left behind,the only things in his mind was just you,your smile,your voice.. they rang in his memory

He doesn't flirt with you,but he sometimes call you "sweetheart".

The other harbinger probably has caught him blushing to the thought of you

"Pantalone? What happen? Your face is red." Pulcinella asked,looking a low-key worried, Pantalone face has a red tint blush .

"eh? Ah- you see-" it come to pulcinella awareness that Pantalone was blushing because of the Noble princess just walk in, Pantalone eyes start following her figure.

"oh I get it,you like the noble princess,am I correct?" Pulcinella words caught the other harbinger attention, Pantalone eyes widened at his words

"Mr Pulcinella! Ahem,don't burst it out loud please,it may seem unprofessional" some of the harbinger started to wheeze on his confession.

"kids these day.. just admit you like her,we all know you had your eyes locked on her,we all know you write so many love letter unsent to her" Pulcinella word made Pantalone face is now redder than before.how do Pulcinella even know his secret!?

"I swear my eyes just start following her on their own,no,no,no it not like I like her or anything!"Pantalone denied it,but he's sure his face tell everything.

"what that? The ninth kicking his feet, giggling and staring at the Noble princess? So unprofessional" the doctors gave him a snarky comment as he placed his hand on Pantalone shoulder

"did someone mentioned me? Or is there something I could help with?" Great,it just the time they're talking about you and you show up.

"look Pantalone it your little beloved sweetheart " la Signora teased, pointing directly at you,while you just peeked there in confusion

"oi! Shut up all of you!" Pantalone shouted as he burry his face in his arm

"little beloved sweetheart?" You asked in confusion but quickly catched up on what are they talking about. Oh.what.the.fuck. now your face is red

"your- your Highness we're sorry for the confusion and noises it truly nothing important"Pantalone once again tried to shrug it off the topic but it far too late now

"I'm sorry for my tone and rudeness but he has a things for you dear noble princess,he has a bunch of unsent love letter for you,would you kindly help his dream and fulfill his little crush on you"Dottore explained the whole situation to you,you sure as fuck your face is now redder than Before

"This is so embarrassing and unprofessional" you quickly closed the door. Leaving the harbinger wheezing inside

#Pantalone #pantalone x reader #pantalone fluff #genshin imagines #la signora #la signora x reader #tartaglia #tartagalia genshin impact #childe #childe fluff #dottore fluff #dottore x reader #genshin signora

[shuniverse]

dark nights ,, g.tnka

🧷 I decided to write gundham because I adore that man and I want to marry him fr 😔❤️

🎐 f!reader (because I’m self-indulgent 🥲) ;; cute fluff ;; a storm ;; gundham + a tight muscle shirt 🤭 ;; gundham calls you paramour and dove and darling because those nicknames suit him and they’re so fucking cute 😭 ;;

;;

gundham had invited you over, missing your company, because ‘even the supreme overlord of ice gets lonesome in his abode.’

you happily obliged however, also missing the warmth you felt in your boyfriend’s apartment, as well as his adorable little hamsters, the devas.

and so, you’re driving to his home, playing some low, soft songs on the way there, your bag packed in the passenger seat with hoodies and other assorted clothes, and your hair done in a messy bun in the back of your head with light bangs framing your face, and subtle dark eyeliner around your eyes.

finally arriving at his door, your things in hand, you knock on his door.

you giggle at the rustling behind it, and you smile softly when the door finally opens, revealing your boyfriend with his hair down and messy, face mostly clean aside from the gentle eyeshadow still around his eyes, in a snug black tee that accentuates the subtle muscle of his arms and the thicker muscle of his chest, and loose grey sweatpants hanging low around his hips. he looks absolutely delectable.

“darling? you’re gawking, is something the matter?”

his comfortingly deep voice pulls you out of your trance, and you giggle and nod. “sorry, baby, you’re just super pretty.”

his cheeks flush at the compliment, ever the shy guy despite his normal persona. “ah, thank you, my paramour.”

you nod, stepping forward to press a kiss to his lips, more prominent now that the pale foundation isn’t covering them, and he reciprocates happily with a ringed hand to your cheek.

he pulls away though with a beautiful close lipped smile. “let us get inside, my love, we mustn’t let it get cold. besides, I’ve been dying to feel your most comforting presence in my dark abode.”

once again, you nod, and step inside and walk to his room, where you set your things. you know he doesn’t mind, he’s let you know, and you’re comfortable considering you’ve been together for two years. you’re surprised you’re not living together at this point.

you leave his room, having stolen one of his hoodies, which makes him chuckle when he notices. “cold, my dove?”

you giggle. “yeah, it was kinda chilly outside, especially with the rain coming in.”

he nods with a knowing grin on his defined features. “of course, I understand, love. come, I’ve prepared some movies for us to enjoy. ah, but first, please make yourself comfortable, I’ll go grab our treats for the night.”

“ok, baby.” you smile and kiss his cheek while he presses one to your head, lifting your hand and kissing the back of it, before walking to the kitchen to retrieve your snacks.

god I got lucky with this man, you think, he’s perfect.

as soon as you utter those words, you notice four familiar little blobs in your peripheral vision, and you turn your head to see the devas crawling over to you to cuddle against you, maga-z gently nibbling on your forearm, making you giggle. “hi, babies. miss me?”

you smile fondly at them. cuties, they are.

gundham walks back into the room, seeing the cute little scene, and he smiles. “how adorable. a goddess with fearsome creatures, shall I call you circe?”

you giggle at his reference, knowing Circe is one of your favorite Greek goddesses. “I wish, baby, but she’s too cool for me.”

“oh nonsense, dove. you’re goddess enough for me, and I think that suffices enough, yes?”

you smile and kiss his arm as he sits down next to you. “I suppose, love. now, what movie do you have picked out?”

he gives a small smile as he pecks your temple before handing you a bowl of fresh fruits as well as the chips he knows you love. “I’ve picked out a few, darling, just let me know what you’d like to watch, okay?”

you nod, getting comfy and munching on your fruits.

he scrolls through movies he rented for you, passing through Atlantis, The Phantom of the Opera, The Conjuring, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, Incantation - and as soon as he stops on that, your face lights up; it’s your favorite horror movie.

“Ooh, ooh, that one!”

he chuckles. “okay, my paramour, we shall watch this one.”

you smile giddily at him and kiss his cheek. “thank you baby.”

he gives you a warm smile, one you’ve grown to love and appreciate, seeing as it usually only comes out with you. “anything for you, my dove. let’s watch now, I know you’re practically vibrating in your seat.”

you giggle at his comment, snuggling up close and grabbing a chunk of watermelon and handing it to gundham, who opens his mouth for it. you pop the fruit into his mouth, and he chews with a little smile, waiting til he’s done to kiss your head and speak again. “thank you, my paramour.”

nodding, you chomp on a piece of your own. “of course, pretty boy. let’s watch the movie now!”

he gives a small laugh, turning on the movie for you both to watch.

all goes well, until about 10 minutes later, thunder booms outside, and a flash of lightning is the last shine of light you see before all goes dark.

you scream, clinging onto gundham. you wouldn’t necessarily say you have a fear of storms, but this one got to you.

you feel arms wrap around your form in a comforting manner, and a kiss is pressed to your head as a hand brushes down your hair. “shh, my love, all is well, it’s just a power outage, you are okay.”

you bury your head into gundham’s thick chest, whimpering a bit. “are.. are the devas okay?”

he smiles against your head, feeling the aforementioned hamsters crawl and snuggle against his neck, and close to your head. “yes, darling, they’re just fine. are you?”

you pause for a moment, before looking up at him, faintly seeing his defined facial features from what little light is coming through the window, and nodding. “yea, I.. I’m fine, baby.”

he nods in response, kissing your forehead. “good, that’s good. I suppose no movie then?”

you pout, before sitting up and grabbing your snacks. “let’s just head to your room, baby. it’s comfy in there, and we can light candles!”

he chuckles at your enthusiasm, standing up and holding out a hand for you to hold. “let us go then, dove.”

you both head down to his bedroom, the familiar smell of incense and cedarwood filling your senses, making you smile, and you plop down on his bed, the black silk sheets comforting you with the plush pillows.

he gently grabs your snacks and places them on the bedside table, and he picks up a candle from a drawer, lighting it, and setting it down. the smell is a mix of lavender, and musky oak-like wood. he then turns to light and burn some incense as well, the woodsy smell complementing the candle.

he smiles at you now, and you lay back on the sheets comfortably, opening your arms to the beautifully misunderstood man in front of you, who happily takes your invitation and gets on the bed to lay comfortably on top of you, the top of his dark head close to your chin.

you press a kiss to his head, feeling drowsy and comforted by the way he runs his hands up and down your sides, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone.

“a nap would be good now, darling, storms are good for sleep. let us rest, and feel rejuvenated when we wake.”

you smile, nodding, softly scratching the base of his neck with your nails. “sleep.. sounds good, my love.”

he sighs deeply, his deep and rumbly voice making you warm inside. “sleep well, my paramour.” and with a kiss to your jaw, he’s snuggled his head against you, on his way to dreamland.

and it’s now that you realize, however.

this.

this is home, you think.

and you think you could stay til those candles burn out, til all of them do.

or forever.

yeah, that. that’s a good idea.

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hope you enjoyed this!! I love writing for gundham :((( he makes me so so happy and I want a boyfriend like him 😭😭

feel free to like and reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!!

#gundham tanaka #gundham tanaka x reader #gundham x reader #gundham <3 #my favorite overlord #gundham tanaka fluff #gundham x reader fluff

[rottenpumpkin13]

So I'm going through finals currently and it lowkey kinda sucks, but it got me thinking: What were the Firsts' favorite subjects in school? Mine personally is science (especially anything having to do with space).

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 25

[The camera flickers on to film a giant Sephiroth poster plastered on the wall. Beneath it is a small table with delicate, lit candles]

[A cough and ecstatic talking is heard in the background. The video zooms in on the poster and Genesis's displeased hum is heard from behind the camera]

"Puppy, why in the Goddess's name do you have this atrocity in your apartment?"

[The camera is turned around and pointed at Zack, who's sitting on the floor of his bedroom playing cards with Cloud. Angeal and Sephiroth are seen in the background going through Zack's Halloween mask collection]

"It's my Sephiroth shrine," Zack grins at the camera. "I pray to it sometimes to guarantee good hair days."

[The camera pans up as Angeal's cackling is heard. He's doubled over laughing while Sephiroth wears an ugly, red goblin mask]

Sephiroth straightens his back. "Infinite in mystery—"

"—YEAH, YEAH, I GET IT," Genesis barks.

[As the rest of them fill the room with laughter, Genesis angrily turns the camera off]

-

[The video next cuts to Cloud, who's laying on Zack's couch, reading something off of his phone. A TV is heard in the background, along with Genesis's quiet recitation of LOVELESS and some snoring]

"Someone wants to know what your favorite subjects in school were," Cloud reads, "they also say that they're currently going through finals…" Cloud's expression is sympathetic as he scratches his head. "Damn, that's rough. I have my SOLDIER exam in a few weeks so I guess I'll join you in mourning."

[He flips the camera around on Sephiroth, who's sitting stiffly on the same couch while watching the movie]

"Sephiroth, what was your favorite subject in school?"

There's a small huff from the General before he spares the camera a bored look. "I never went to school."

"But you were homeschooled, right? Sorry, I mean lab-schooled."

[The camera shakes slightly as Cloud laughs. Sephiroth raises a single eyebrow, lips twisting upward in amusement before he redirects his attention back to the TV]

"I liked chemistry and astronomy."

[Cloud zooms in on Angeal, who's watching the same movie, sitting cross-legged on the floor]

"Angeal?"

[Angeal cranes his head up, looking surprised]

"Favorite subject? Ah…Let me see…I liked biology a lot, especially botany."

[The camera pans up to where Genesis and Zack are sitting. Cloud's uncharacteristic gasp sounds from behind the camera]

"Oh, Goddess, that's adorable," Angeal remarks.

[Genesis has fallen asleep while reading LOVELESS. His voice's melodic timbre has put Zack to sleep as well, who's now leaning up against the redhead, serving as Genesis's pillow]

[Cloud huffs from behind the camera]

"Well I know Genesis's favorite subject was literature." He zooms the camera in on them. "And Zack was once suspended for setting loose three goats in his school."

[Sephiroth's sudden, booming laughter is enough to startle them both awake]

[The video ends]

#ffvii #ff7 #genesis rhapsodos #crisis core #angeal hewley #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy #zack fair #sephiroth #cloud strife #LAB-SCHOOLED LKHFAFSHDJS #poor seph #soldier vlog

[panderghast]

I have maybe a pinch of hope left...

Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!

Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.

The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character. Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course! ...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄

#feminine rage #female insanity #female rage #rage #trust issues #apathy #anger #love #love language #i give up #leave me alone #better on my own #scream #scream into the void #break up #breakups #moving on #letting go #bye #shut up #ughhhh #ok bye #why #again #why are men like this #id rather be single

[poseidonsdaughterthesiren]

The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Seven

Waves swooshed back and forth. Seagulls sang in the distance.

Della opens her eyes to see an island. Not just any island, Circe’s Island. She hasn’t been here…since she was thirteen.

Three figures stand off in the distance. Young Della, Percy, and Annabeth.

Della moves closer to them.

“Well, I suppose…” Past Annabeth and Della said.

“Right this way dears!” Hylla said. She leads them away from Percy.

Della follows them.

It skipped forward a bit to young Della in a chair.

Annabeth seated behind her. Her hair combed into an old Greecian hairstyle. She looked like Helen of Troy. Her curly brown hair was wrapped in gold with a few stray curls framing her face.

Young Della wore a light blue lagoon gown and two gold armbands. Two girls combed and braided her wavy blonde hair.

“Ah..there we go,” Hylla said. “A look just as perfect as a goddess. Are you sure you’re a daughter of Poseidon? I think Aphrodite would envy your beauty if she doesn’t already.”

Time sped up again.

This time Young Della and Annabeth stood in a room facing a cage of guinea pigs. They tried to figure out which one was Percy.

“Well,” Circe sighed, “How fast a minute passes. Have you made your decision yet?”

“This!” Annabeth held out her dagger.

Della pointed Leda at her.

Circe stepped back, but the surprise passed quickly.

“Really girls, a knife and a blade against my magic?”

The scene paused.

Circe angles her head towards me. “Ah, look at you, my dear! Just as beautiful as the day you fled my island.”

Della glances uncertainly at Circe. “What do–”

“Oh, I want nothing from you dear. You are Hera’s gamble now.”

“Gamble–”

“Yes, how I wished you and the Athena girl stayed. Would have made beautiful sorceresses indeed. But your fate is set in stone.” The sorceress places something in Della’s hand.

Della opened her hand to see a very old Greek coin with Poseidon on it. Circe had fashioned it into a necklace.

“We don’t have much time,” Circe mumbles, “Remember Adella Jackson you are a daughter of Poseidon, much different than Perseus. You are not his shadow young one. I have seen your future…you are more powerful than you know. Now Wake up!”

⬳

Della wakes up to Jason shaking her. She opens her hand to find Circe’s necklace. She quickly fastens it around her neck. 

Below them, a city sat on a clifftop overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like medieval town. In the center was an actual castle, with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked green roof.

“Tell me that’s Quebec and not Santa’s workshop,” Leo says.

“Yeah Quebec City,” Piper confirms. “One of the oldest cities in North America. Founded around sixteen hundred or so.”

Leo raises an eyebrow, “Your dad do a movie on that too?”

She makes a sour face at him. “I read sometimes, okay? Just cause Aphrodite claimed me doesn’t mean I’m a complete airhead!”

“Feisty,” Leo laughs. “So if you know so much, what’s that castle?”

“A hotel, I think.”

“No way,” Leo laughs.

The closer they got Della notices doormen, vallets, and porters taking bags. Sleek luxury cars idle in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurry to get out of the cold.

“The North Wind is staying at a hotel?” Leo asks, “That can’t be–”

“Heads up guys we got company!” Jason interrupts.

Down below two winged figures–angry angels, with nasty-looking swords launch themselves from the top of the tower.

Festus does not like the looks of the angel guys. He swoops to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared, and he makes a rumbling noise in his throat.

“Steady, boy,” Leo says.

“I don’t like this they look like storm spirits,” says Jason.

“Ummm,” Della says, “They look too solid to be storm spirits.”

They look like regular teenagers, except for their icy white hair and purple wings. Their bronze swords appear like jagged icicles. The two could pass for brothers, they were similar enough, but there was no way they were twins.

One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black cleats. This guy is definitely a fighter both his eyes were black as though he’d just been in a fight. It didn’t help when he bared his teeth some of them were missing.

The other one looks like an eighties rock album cover. His white hair styled into a curly mullet. He wore pointy-toed shoes, designer pants, and a gods-awful silk shirt with three buttons open.

The angels pull up and hover in front of the dragon.

“No clearance,” grunts the hockey ox.

“Scuse me?” asks Leo.

“You have no flight plan on file,” explains the groovy love god. His French accent is horrible it has to be fake. “This is restricted airspace.”

Festus begins to hiss steam, ready to defend the demigods. Jason flips his coin to reveal his sword. Della taps Leda’s beak twice to reveal a spear.

“Hold on!” Leo cries. He spreads his arms out. “Let’s have some manners here. Can I at least find out who has the honor of destroying me?”

“I am Cal!” the ox grunts. He has a look of pride like he’d said his lines correctly.

“That’s short for Calais,” the love god sighs, “Sadly, my brother cannot say words more than two syllables–”

“Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!” Cal offers.

“–which includes his own name.”

“I am Cal,” Cal repeats, “And this is Zethes! My Brother!”

“Wow,” Leo says, “That was almost three sentences! Way to go my man!” Cal grunts obviously pleased with himself.

“Stuupid Buffon,” Zethes grumbles, “They make fun of you. But no matter. I am Zethes, which is short for Zethes. And the ladies there–”

He winks but it appears more like a facial seizure.

“They can call me anything they like. Perhaps they would like to have dinner with a famous demigod before we destroy you?”

Piper makes a sound like gagging on a cough drop, “That’s truly…a horrifying offer.”

“I think I’ll pass,” Della coughs.

“It is no problem,” Zethes wiggles his eyebrows, “We are very romantic people, we Boreads.”

“Boreads?” Jason cuts in, “Like the sons of Boreas?”

“Ah! So, you have heard of us!” Zethes smiles. “We are our father’s gatekeepers. So, you understand we cannot have unauthorized people flying in his airspace on creaky dragons, scaring the silly mortal people.”

Della glances down to see mortals pointing up at them. Though they weren’t scared, no, they seemed annoyed, like the dragon was a traffic helicopter flying too low.

“Which is sadly why, unless this is an emergency landing,” Zethes says, brushing his hair out of his acne-covered face, “We will have to destroy you painfully.”

“Destroy!” Cal agrees way too enthused by the idea.

Della clutches Leda a little more.

“Wait!” Piper says, “This is an emergency landing.”

“Awww,” Cal says.

Zethes studies Piper, which he already had been doing. “How does the pretty girl decide this is an emergency then?”

“We have to see Boreas. It’s totally urgent! Please?” She puts a smile on her beautiful face. Her voice sounds smooth and rich like chocolate. Damn, Aphrodite kids. Piper nudges Della to follow her example.

Della lowers Leda just a bit and smiles just a bit.

Zethes picks at his shirt, probably to make sure it is opened wide enough. “Hate to disappoint ladies, but you see, my sister would totally have an avalanche if we allowed you–”

“Our dragon is malfunctioning!” Piper says, “It could crash at any minute!”

Festus shudders trying to help. Then turned to spill gunk out of his ear, splattering on a black Mercedes down below.

“No, destroy?” Cal whimpers.

Zethes ponders this for a moment then glances up at Della and Piper. He winks again. “Well, you are both very pretty. I mean–you’re right. A malfunctioning dragon, this could qualify as an emergency.”

“Destroy them later?” Cal offers.

“It will take some explaining,” Zethes says, “Father has not been kind to visitors lately. But, yes. Come, follow us, faulty dragon people. Follow us.”

Leo turns to the rest of his party, “I love these guys! Follow them?”

Della, Jason, and Piper exchange looks of dread.

“I guess,” Jason decides, “We’re here now. But I wonder why Boreas hasn’t been kind ot visitors.”

Della taps Ledas beak. “You’ll find that’s a recurring theme on quests.”

“Pfft, he just hasn’t met us yet. Festus follow those flashlights,” Leo says.

Leo manuvers Festus to follow the Boreads. After a few close turns, they descend after them into the tower through a hatch wide enough for Festus. The top and bottom were lined with icicles that resembled jagged teeth.

“That can’t be good,” Jason mutters.

The land in what must be the penthouse suite. The penthouse suite frozen in ice. The entry hall’s vaulted ceiling was forty feet high. Huge draped windows and lush orientals lined the room. A staircase at the back of the room leads to another massive hall, and multiple corridors venture left and right. The ice made it feel just a tad frightening.

“Guys,” Leo says, “Fix the thermostat in here, and I would totally move in.”

“Somethings–” Della starts.

“...Wrong,” says Jason, “Something up there.”

Festus shudders and snorts flames. Frost begins forming on his scales.

“No. No. No. We can’t have flames in here!” Zethes says. He marches over to them. “The Dragon must be deactivated. We cannot have heat in here. I truins my hair.”

“Like that’ll make a difference,” Della whispers to Piper.

She stifles a giggle in her hand.

Festus growls and spins his teeth.

“S’okay boy,” Leo says, “The dragon’s a little touchy about being deactivated. But I’ve got a better solution.”

“Destroy?” Cal asks.

“No man. You gotta stop with the destroy talk. Just wait–”

“Leo,” Della says nervously, “What’re you–”

“Relax, Katara,” Leo says, “When I was repairing Festus last night, I found all sorts of buttons. Some, you do not want to know what they do. But other…ah, here we go.”

Leo hooks his fingers behind the dragon’s left foreleg. He pulls a switch, and the dragon shudders from head to toe. Everyone backs away as Festus folds like origami. His bronze plating stacks together. His tail and neck contract into his body. His wings collapse and his trunk compacts until he is the size of a suitcase.

“Ta-da! The world’s heaviest carry-on bag!” Leo says.

“That’s impossible something that big–” Jason says.

“Enough! Zethes says. He and Cal drew their swords and pointed them at Leo.

Della reaches for Leda and taps her beak unleashing the sword.

Leo raises his hand in surrender. “Okay…what’d I do? Stay calm, guys. If it bothers you that much, I don’t have to take the dragon as a carry-on–”

“Who are you?” Zethes points the tip of his blade at Leo’s chest. “A child of the South Wind spying on us?”

“What? No! I’m a son of Hephaestus, a friendly blacksmith, no harm to anyone!”

Cal growls. He puts his face up to Leo’s. “Smell fire. Fire bad.”

“Oh,” Leo says. The poor boy has sweat dripping down his forehead. “Yeah well…my clothes are singed, I’ve been working with oil, and–”

“No!” Zethes pushes Leo back at sword point. “We can smell fire, demigod. We assumed it was from the creaky dragon, but now the dragon is a suitcase. And I smell fire…on you.”

Della glances at Leo who looks ready to melt like the Wicked Witch of the West.

“Look…I don’t know…” He glances at the rest of the group. “Guys, little help?”

Jason already had his gold coin in hand. He glances at Della who holds her sword in hand. Jason moves forward, eyes on Zethes.

“Look there’s been a mistake. Leo isn‘t a fire guy. Tell them, Leo. Tell them you’re not a fire guy.”

“Ummm…”

“Zehtes?” Piper tries her dazzling smile again. However, she looks too nervous to pull it off. “We’re all friends here. Put down your swords and let’s talk.”

“This girl is pretty,” Zethes admits, “and of course, she cannot help being attracted to my amazingness. Sadly, I cannot romance her at this time.” He pokes his sword into Leo’s chest and frost begins to spread across his shirt.

“Destroy him now?” Cal asks.

“Sadly, I think–”

“No,” Jason insists. He sounds calm, but Della knew this tone. It’s a tone she’s heard Percy, Annabeth, and even herself use. A tone that means ‘one wrong move and I will destroy you.’

“Leo is not a threat. He is a son of Hephaestus. Piper here is a daughter of Aphrodite. Della’s the daughter of Poseidon. And I’m a son of Zeus. We are here on a peaceful–”

“What did you say?” Zethes demands. You’re a son of Zeus?”

Della points Leda at Zethes. “What about it.”

“Ummm…yeah, that’s a good thing, right? My name is Jason.” Jason holds an arm out to keep Della from advancing on the pair of idiots.

Cal appears so startled he almost drops his sword. “Can’t be Jason,” he says. “Doesn’t look the same.”

Zethes steps forward and examines Jason’s face. “No, he is not our Jason. Our Jason was more stylish. Not as much as me–but stylish. Besides, our Jason died a milienna ago.”

“Wait,” Jason says. “Your Jason…you mean the original Jason? The Golden Fleece guy?”

“Of course,” says Zethes. “We were his crewmates abroad the Argo, in the old times when were mortal demigods. The we accepted immortality to serve our father, so I could look goo for all eternity, and my brother could enjoy pizza and hockey.”

“Hockey!” Cal agrees.

“But Jason, our Jason–he died a mortal death,” Zethes says, “You can’t be him.”

“I’m not,” Jason confirms.

“So, destroy?” Cal asks.

Della steps next to Jason her sword at the ready.

Jason gives her a look of not yet.

“No,” Zethes sighs. “If he is a son of Zeus, he could be the one we’ve been watching for.”

“Watching for?” Leo asks. “You mean like in a good way like you’ll shower him with fabulous prizes? Or watching for in a bad way like he’s in trouble?”

“That depends on my father’s will,” says a feminine voice.

Della glances up the stairs to see a girl about her age in a long silk gown. The girl is so pale she resembles snow. Her hair was a lush mane of black, and her eyes were coffee brown. The girl focuses on Leo analyzing him. The air she gave was cold and it wasn’t just because of the apartment’s frigid temperatures.

“Father will want to see the one called Jason,” she says. 

“Then it is him?” Zethes says.

Leo grabs the handle of Festus the suitcase. Before he can make it two steps, the girl freezes him in his steps. Not with ice but with the intensity of her gaze.

“Not you Leo Valdez.”

“Why not?” Leo whines like he actually whines.

“You cannot be in the presence of my father. Fire and ice it would not be wise.”

“We’re going together,” Jason says. He places his hand on Leo’s shoulder. “Or not at all.”

Della gives Jason a look. This wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was the best offer they would get. “Don’t test our luck Wonder Boy.”

“Listen to your friend, he will not be harmed Jason Grace, unless you make trouble. Calais, keep Leo Valdez here, Guard him, but do not kill him.”

“Just a little?” Cal pouts.

“No,” the girl says, “And take care of that interesting suitcase until Father passes judgment.”

Jason and Piper look at Leo asking the silent question: How do you want to play this?

“It’s fine guys,” Leo says, “Della’s right, this is the best way not to cause trouble. Go ahead.”

Della taps Leda’s beak returning the sword to pendant form. She pats Leo on the shoulder. “Be careful, don’t let him push you around,” she whispers.

“Leo Valdez will be safe. I wish I could say the same about you, Jason Grace. Now come, King Boreas is waiting.”

#oc character #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percy and annabeth #percyjacksonxsister!reader #fanfic #jason grace x jackson!reader #jason grace x reader

[alisonwritesimagines]

Goodnight n Go ~Steven Grant Imagine~

Summary: You have a crush on Steven and can't help but imagine what it would be like to date him.

Author’s Note: I've had this in my drafts for a while and I had been meaning to post this but never had time.

Song: Goodnight n Go by Ariana Grande

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: none

Please do not post this anywhere!!!

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not a main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

Tell me why you gotta look at me that way You know what it does to me So baby, what you tryna say? Lately, all I want is you on top of me You know where your hands should be So baby, won't you come show me?

You didn't know what attracted you to the sleep-deprived man but whatever it was, it worked. You were helplessly in love with Steven Grant of the gift shop.

You worked as one of the tour guides in the museum but before then, you used to work in the gift shop with Steven. That's how you met and eventually fell for him.

"So, Steven, where do you want to go to lunch?" You asked as you leaned over the counter. Your afternoon tour had just ended which meant that you were allowed to go to lunch. Normally, yours and Steven's lunch schedules were aligned which let you two hang out more than hanging out outside of your apartment.

"I hear there's this good vegan place not too far from here. They just opened up," Steven suggested.

"Okay. I can become a vegan for a day with you," you joked.

"Great. Shall we get going?" Steven asked you.

"We shall," you smiled at him.

I got you, I got you dreamin' You close your eyes and you're screamin' Play with your mind for no reason I know you love how I tease it You know that I'm playin', so don't be mistaken You already know what I'm thinkin', boy

You smiled at Steven while he told you what he read last night about Egyptian mythology.

"You're such a nerd. You know that?" You asked him.

"Oh. Sorry."

"No. I like it. You know I like it when you tell me more about Egyptian mythology," you smiled at him.

"Really?"

"Yes."

Sometimes your mind wandered to what it would have been like to just sleep with him. Is he good in bed? Is he inexperienced? It didn't matter. You were human. It was normal to have these thoughts about the man you had been crushing on for a while.

Oh, why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

You passed by the gift shop but stopped when you saw Steven. You smiled before walking over to him. His back was turned, facing you as he stocked up the stuff toys of the Egyptian goddess Taweret.

"Hey, Steven," you greeted.

Steven jumped in surprise as he turned around to look at you. You giggled at his little jump. He held a hippo in his arm as he looked over at you.

"Hi, Y/n."

"Sorry for startling you. I just saw you in here and wanted to say hi," you said.

"It's alright. No harm done here," Steven smiled.

One of these days You'll miss your train and come stay with me (It's always say goodnight and go) We'll have drinks and talk about things And any excuse to stay awake with you And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there But then the heating may be down again (At my convenience) We'd be good, we'd be great together

"It's getting late again," Steven said as he looked at his phone.

"Do you really need to go?" You asked him.

You had invited Steven to a movie night since you both had gotten out of work a little earlier. The two of you were getting closer making you happier and falling more in love with him.

Yet you still couldn't help but think about what it would be like to finally be with Steven. He was everything you could ever ask for. He was nice, gentle, and perfect for you.

"Yeah. Don't want to be a bother and I got to make sure I feed my goldfish," Steven said with a shy smile.

"You could always spend the night here. I wouldn't mind you know," you tell him, trying to get confident around him now.

"I'm not sure. I don't want to make you uncomfortable," Steven said.

"You're always so sweet, Steven. But you wouldn't make me uncomfortable. Unless, I make you uncomfortable," you tell him with a small frown in the end.

"What? No! You're always so nice to me and I really... appreciate that," Steven tells you. You smile softly at him before standing up.

"I'm just saying, you always welcome here," you tell him as you kissed his cheek. Steven blushed hard as he looked at you.

"Oh shoot. I miss my train."

"Oh no. Really? I'm sorry. I can call you a cab or something," you offered.

"Maybe it wouldn't hurt to stay for a night," Steven said as he scratched the back of his head a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I can pour us a drink," you tell him.

"Yeah. I'd like that," Steven smiled.

"Um... Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to look at Steven.

"I'm sorry. What?"

"I'll see you later?" Steven asked.

"Oh yeah. Bye, Steven," you said.

Why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you, ah Why must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well

Steven couldn't help but admit that he had fallen in love with you. You were so kind to him unlike others who thought he was a clumsy idiot. Every time you walked into a room, he felt like it became brighter with you. He loved it how he could make you laugh and vise versa.

"So, Y/n. Would you like to go on a walk around the park with me?" Steven asked you.

"Yeah. Sure. I'd love that," you smile.

As the two of you walk around the park, you both decided to grab some coffee before sitting down on a bench.

"Steven, is it okay if I tell you something?" You asked.

"Yeah. Of course."

"I like you. I really like you. I understand if you don't feel the same way but-"

He didn't know what came through to him. Steven quickly leaned in to kiss you to stop your sentence.

"I like you too. I'm sorry if I rushed into that. I should've asked first and-"

It was your turn to kiss him. When you pulled away, you both were blushing hard. You smiled softly at him before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"We can take it slow if you'd like," you tell him.

"I'd like that."

"Just promise me we can go on a date this weekend okay?"

"I promise," Steven smiled as he held your hand.

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