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alastor-simp · 3 months
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Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap
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Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!
Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.
You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.
Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.
**2 Hours Later**
As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.
Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.
Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.
Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.
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privitivium · 1 month
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AHHHH FUCK YEAAHHHHH YAN FATHER!!!!!
I can see him being devilishly charming, one of, if not the most charismatic person you've ever known. He does an amazing job as a CEO, and there are countless people swooning over him but he coldly rejects them, only super soft to you <<333
The way that he'd try to act dominant but when it gets to it, he just ends up being a bratty sub bottom, or maybe just bratty in the beginning but he folds so quickly under you, almost immediately begging you to keep going and praise himhhdbdbskkhshshhh
OR OR, maybe a soft top?? He can be rough, ofc ofc, but no matter how sweet or cruel he is, he loves your flushed, teary eyed face
im so glad you share the same sentiments wtf ?!?!?!! i love the first idea so much bro;; bratty sub bottom fatherly yan,,,, im short circuiting ekekekskkximajdf
only ideas for now til i get it sorted out to actually make stuff of this loser ekekie
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only thing im iffy about is reffering to him as father / dad / whatever like motherly yan.... doesnt feel the same to me,,, maybe. i think i could get behind calling him dad as a joking thing at first but then actually calling him dad like motherly yan .....mhmm. yeah. calling him daddy as a joke at first while fooling around at his place and he gets all shy and shit,... ur saying sorry and that you didnt mean to call him that; slip of the tongueㅡthinking that wasnt his thingㅡbut then he's like yeah totally... totally call me that... i'll be ur daddy... but not in the dominating way not at all bro. he'd try to be but it wouldnt work out because he's a flustered mess around you and you dont even have to try. thats what gets him pissed off. you dont even have to try to get him riled up bro. an older guy, maybe like what... 10, 15 years older ??? either way he's older than you.
what i'm thinkin is that you probably get a job under him somehow, thinking he's a huge fucking jackass ( from what ur few competent coworkers tell you, others that are romantically interested in him only rant about his handsomeness and chivalry. ) and come to find out, when you finally meet himㅡhe's a pretty polite, "relaxed" guy... you don't buy into what your coworkers are telling you about his jackassery... i mean, the dude buys you coffee? what is there not to like about this fucking dude. he's handsome, has money, and is totally making the moves on you?? then actually witnessing him chewing out one of ur coworkers for fucking up the printer by accidentally making "too many"?? he's so scary, yelling at the poor lady without restraint... very unprofessional in your eyes but that chick, still is deeply in love with him??
ㅡHow.??.. he's terrifying, like all "fatherly" types when angry - catches sight of you at the corner of his eye and immediately grows embarrassed getting caught raging - still pissed off but weakly apologizes before making a hasty escape... after that you kinda avoid him, ignoring his attempts of trying to make friends with you, (ㅡa little irritated with how your coworkers seem to seriously swoon over the guyㅡ) and he gets pissed off at that. corners you,,, asking you to come into his office so he can confront you and in his mind, hopefully lead somewhere sexual. and no it doesn't, not at first... after he confronts you, you leave. As simple as that. and he gets even more upset!?!! stewing in his sexual frustration and anger about his incompetent inferiors,,,, soon ending up with you fucking him; shoving his face in his bed while calling him daddy auahghaughhgagh. bro would totally think that he's the dominant one before getting fucked in the ass and overstimulated and left in his own mess sprawled out on his luxurious ass bed. UGH
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fixfoxnox · 8 months
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I Know You Didn't Take Requests But Just Curiosity... What Would Happen If Makarov Was Obsessed With A Nervous Russian Woman?
Kissing you (with your permission) for asking about Makarov I've been wanting to write with him so much since the newest trailer dropped AHHHH also I'm gonna take this as an x reader Makarov headcanon request if thats alright
Makarov Obsessed with Nervous Russian Fem! Reader
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Warnings: Dub-con, loosely implied non-con, kidnapping, stalking, obsession, knife kink and blood kink, jealousy, murder
Makarov and reader meet before his time as an ultranationalist, when he's still at least a little good.
He's Spetsnaz and you're just a secretary trying to stay under the radar and make a living for yourself. Being around hungry men, men constantly away from their respective families or partners, never quite allows you to settle into peace.
You're one of the only women working on the base, and the men laugh when you jump at their sudden arrivals or hands on your shoulder. You don't find it funny, but they assure you that you have no reason to be nervous. You don't believe them, you're nervous all the time in a place like that.
There's one man who doesn't laugh at you. He's a captain and any time he makes you jump, he apologizes. He's kind and charming and, honestly, the only man on base you're able to find any sort of comfort in.
Makarov isn't sure what it is that starts his obsession with you. Perhaps its the amusement he feels when you stutter over yourself as you speak. Maybe its just that he enjoys having someone kind around. Maybe he just latched on to someone and you happened to be the unlucky victim.
Either way, it didn't matter. After a week of knowing you, Makarov is enamored. He's interested.
When Makarov is interested it means research. Research means watching you even when you think you're alone. Sneaking into your home or desk and snooping to understand more about you. He watches and learns all of your little quirks, everything that makes you tick. And Makarov is good at his job, so it's not surprising that you never realize.
Then the papers are sent. Makarov is discharged and the rumor floating around base is that it was an order by the UN after his cruel and inhumane treatment during war.
You don't believe its true, you don't believe Makarov is capable. Still, you're only a woman on a base surrounded by men, you can't voice your thoughts to anyone.
To you, Makarov dissapears. In reality, he's still around.
He joins the ultranationalists and stops trying to hide who he really is. With them, he's appreciated. His bloodlust is praised. He thrives under the guiding hand of Imran Zhakaev.
As he thrives, he doesn't forget you. He watches from the shadows, keeping tabs on your every move as he works himself up the totem pole of Ultranationalists. He keeps you as close as he can without you ever knowing.
And, in the shadows, he pushes and prods reader exactly how he wants her. He keeps men away from you, many of them never showing for plans you made. He encourages activities and learning about certain topics with hidden items for you to find.
And, when Makarov is made Zhakaev's second (only behind his son) and given more control and power, he takes no time in claiming his obsession.
He wouldn't be gentle about it. You'd been out of his grasp for far too long and now he had you here? Well the idea of bruises or bleeding skin only lit him up with excitement.
Now he isn't violent when he kidnaps you. Only disciplinary, as he says. You struggle and he corrects that action. And, as he settles you in to the base he's been staying at, you understand this is your new future.
Makarov is obsessed with you, he wants to own you, he wants every piece of you to be his. And that desire involves you giving yourself to him, giving in to his own wicked desires and playing along.
Maybe you resist at first, but at the end of the day you're a nervous person and you can do nothing but cower behind him. You're in deep, a madman is obsessed with you, and you're trapped behind enemy lines. What choice do you have but to give in and become Makarov's play thing.
Now, once you do give in, Makarov treats you like a queen. You are his after all, and what belongs to him gets taken care of.
I think Makarov is the type to shower his partner in gifts. Jewelry and silk. Anything that he would be able to physically see on his partner like a mark of his ownership over them.
He's an overprotective and jealous man. God help any ultranationalist who tries to flirt with you or insult you. After Makarov is done dealing with them in the only way he knows how, his ire often falls to you.
He takes his anger out in the bedroom in those moments. Making you beg and declare his ownership over you repeatedly.
Now, this doesn't define your more intimate moments with him. As much as Makarov loves having control, he's more than willing to let you take over and do what you will to him until he orders you to stop. He likes to let his inhibitions go under your touch.
Makarov likes to play domesticity. He likes it when you make him breakfast and see him off for the day with a kiss to his lips. He likes to have you waiting in the room for him, ready to cater to his needs. He likes playing house, pretending to be the perfect husband of a normal family.
He doesn't succeed most of the time. Meetings upon meetings often bleed into the sanctuary he wants with you and, more often then not, you find Makarov entering the room speaking in a quiet and clipped voice with other men, future plans for the Ultranationalists being discussed between them.
And finally, I think Makarov enjoys showing you off, to an extent. He's obsessed with you and he has you, of course he wants everyone to know it. Of course he wants to show you off.
But, at the same time, Makarov hates the ideas of others looking at you, of anyone else even possibly thinking that they could hold you and have you like he did
This often results in meetings or casual sit downs where you're pulled onto his lap or tucked against his side. You keep your eyes down and Makarov watches like a shark, ready to attack anyone who would so much as look at you.
Also knives in the bedroom and you should probably get used to blood, because you'll be helping clean it off of him most days, whether that's running him a bath and scrubbing it from his skin, or joining him in a shower for a much more intimate approach to ridding him of the blood.
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causewayguy · 1 year
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Pics courtesy of a fellow follower
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You folks know how Chinese parents like to have sons instead of daughters? They will always go 'Son good', 'Son carries our family name', 'Son is better'. But there is always one very special reason most fathers want a son for, and for me, her name is Charlotte.
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Charlotte is my son’s latest girlfriend. They have been together for close to 1 year now and Charlotte has recently begun to stay over. Since my wife passed many years back, having another woman in the house was super exciting - FBTs, tank-tops, thin shirts, pokies, nip slips, etc. And all these from a hot piece of ass! Charlotte was becoming my main masturbation material.
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One Saturday, I was home alone while my son and Charlotte went on their date. While scrolling through Insta, I came across Charlotte’s IG story; a selfie in my son’s bedroom and a side profile picture, with her jeans showing off her juicy ass. Suddenly, an evil thought came over me and I quickly went into their room, searching for something….viola! Charlotte’s lace panties. I started jerking off with her panties while eye-fucking her IG pictures. Before long, I cum all over her white panties. An eviller idea came to mind. I folded and placed her panties on the top of the pile, hoping my fantasy would come true tomorrow.
The next morning, I woke up at the first ring of my alarm and quickly went to the living room, as Charlotte always cooks breakfast for us. There she was. She smiled and greeted me then continued cooking her scrambled eggs. Not sure which Buddha answered my prayers as a piece of egg fell on the floor and Charlotte bends down to clean it up. My eyes widen in happiness, Charlotte was wearing the panties from last night, filled with my cum! I dashed back to my room to take care of the hardening boner, and came 3 times in just 15 minutes, thinking of what had happened and what can I do further in future.
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Few weeks later, the 3 of us went on a family trip. I have been busy with work and had no time to masturbate so my balls are completely full. And Charlotte being on this trip certainly helped. At the pier we visited, I imagined the wind blowing her hair back as she sucks me off in her tight tank-top and jeans. I imagined fucking her against the wall of the art museum we visited, as though she was one of art pieces for everyone to enjoy. And finally, I imagined titty fucking her fantastic C-cuppers exposed through the gap of her black top and spray my cum all over Charlotte’s face as my son was in the shower. If the trip lasted longer than a week, I would have suffered dehydration from masturbating too much to Charlotte.
However, the best was yet to come. My son can never handle his alcohol well, so usually takes an Uber whenever he and Charlotte go drinking. One night, Charlotte ringed me well past midnight. It turned out my son was so wasted that no Uber was willing to take them home. I was fuming as I had to drive all the way down to Clarke Quay to pick them up. However, my heart melted as I saw Charlotte standing there, looking all defeated as my drunk son leaned his entire weight on her.
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On our way home, Charlotte apologized over and over again to me but I just smiled at her, brushing it off. What I was actually doing was stealing glances at her deep cleavage from her wraparound white top. In her tipsy state, Charlotte began complaining about work, about friends, about my son drinking too much, about how he was not satisfying her enough. The more she complained, the more body movement she made and well, the more her boobs jiggle.
Hornnnnnnn! I was so mesmerized by her boobs that I did not notice a red light and the oncoming traffic horned. On instinct, I struck out an arm while hitting the brakes, trying to protect Charlotte from falling forward. But this meant that her front body fell onto my outstretched arm.
‘Uncle are you oka- Ahhhh…’ Charlotte moaned as she finally felt my hand on her boobs. I was high on adrenaline from the near miss, so when my hand was on the boobs of my masturbation fantasy, I just squeezed. When I realized what I have done, my cock also started to rise in my shorts. I tried to pull my hand away but Charlotte kept my hand there while she stuck her other hand between her legs. Her face was filled with CFM expression. ‘Please Uncle…don’t stop now…’
Without thinking, I sped home with one hand on the wheel and the other hand ‘servicing’ Charlotte. Alternating between both boobs, I managed to peel off Charlotte’s nipple stickers and started tuning her rock hard nipples. My car was filled with erotic female moans as well as the squishing sounds of something wet. My rock-hard boner was now like another gearstick that Charlotte groped at. I felt her pumping my cock to the rhythm of the squishing sounds between her legs, adding my moans to the already erotic surround sound in the car.
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Within minutes, my car was safely parked in my garage, with me fucking Charlotte over the bonnet, pulling her golden long hair.
I could feel every inch of Charlotte’s pussy as I thrusted my cock into her. I could see her boobs bouncing out of that white top of hers. I quickly grabbed them and started to pump into her faster and harder. Charlotte’s face was filled with lust and her tongue hanging out, drooling and moaning.
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I started becoming the devil again.
Me: ‘Who is bigger??’
Charlotte: ‘Uncle bigger~!’
Me: ‘Who is better??’
Charlotte: ‘Uncle better~!’
Me: ‘Who are you??’
Charlotte: ‘I am your slut, Uncle… Don’t stop!!!’
I could feel her pussy clamping on my cock as she cum but I couldn’t stop. Not yet. With my cock still inside her, I walked (dragged) her over to the back door and opened it. Still weak from her big orgasm, Charlotte leaned forward above my drunk son with her hair flowing down to my son's face. Now, I continued to fuck her harder, right above my son!
Me: ‘Who is the guy in front of you, you slut?’
Charlotte: ‘M….my boyfriend…’
Upon hearing her answer, I pulled out immediately, leaving my cock head barely touching her pussy.
Me: ‘Again, who is he??’
Charlotte: ‘Nnooo, he’s nobody! Don’t stop plea-uuuhhhhhhh’
Charlotte whimpered loudly as I thrusted my full length into her without warning. Watching her moaned right at her boyfriend’s face while his father’s cock penetrating her from the back was too much for me. I emptied my weeks’ worth of cum into her pussy raw, triggering Charlotte’s second big orgasm. Charlotte was so fucked that she fell onto my son, panting and shaking.
We rested for a bit (and me taking a mental picture of this scene) and I carried Charlotte up to my bedroom where we made some more loving before finally dozing off in exhaustion.
One year later…
Buzz, buzzz
I received a photo from Charlotte with the caption:
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‘Dear, your son passed out from drinking again. 😊 Managed to get him drunk every night of our honeymoon. But now I am super horny le… Lucky I brought the bra with your cum stain with me. Sniffed it while I masturbated last night 😉. Will wear to on the flight back to SG later too. See you soon! xoxo Charlotte’
Thank you, Son, for the world’s best daughter-in-law.
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thejudiciousneurotic · 4 months
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Okay hear me out. What if the tmnt brothers married their S/O? Would they take their partners last name or would they want their partner to take their last name? Or would they wanna invent a new last name (since that's surprisingly a thing)?
Ahhhh Wedding Bells!!!
I feel like when it comes to marriage and taking on your partners last name it can mean so many different things (for most people). And of course, each of them will have a different preference and reasons why... needless to say, I don't think any of the boys would want to invent a new surname because family is so important to them, I can't see them changing their own last names.
Leo
would assume you would take his last name but still ask if you want to (because king of respect)
but would also really want you to take it bc ownership.
Will also be happy with any option where your name is hyphenated with his
if you wanted to keep your last name intact however, he wouldn't argue. he would just be a bit salty about it lowkey.
Raph
wouldn't have much of a preference at the first thought until he considers it more
will start to say all the different possible options to himself when no ones around to hear
"your surname-Hamato", "Hamato-your surname"
Will also try out the options with your first and full name attached
Will settle on whatever so long as his name is attached to yours
Raph is the definition of dorky romantic fight me
Donnie
a lot like Raph, Donnie hasn't really thought about it too much, but when he considers the legalities of it, it becomes a big predicament for him
his name isn't even registered legally, so, how on Earth would it work, he thinks?
would you just take his name and not register it? would you keep your name for the simplicity and to avoid confusion?
though, Donnie secretly loved the idea of your first name being followed by Hamato
because it really makes it feel like you two are really married and starting a family together and it's just all so surreal to him that he's lucky enough to have found you to do it all with
Mikey
ok this boy has been THINKING about this issue for the longest time.
he has all the different versions of your potential new name scribbled in a diary somewhere (or at least on the wall of some building somewhere in New York)
he loves the way your surname sounds with his, but also really loves the way your name sounds with his alone
your surname-Hamato... Hamato-your surname... and Y/N Hamato are all nice to him and are definitely graffitied somewhere in the sewers
he will take whatever he can get though because really, he's just so so happy that he's marrying his S/O
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queerxqueen · 3 months
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No but I feel like the theory that Felix liked Oliver back is definitely plausible, isn't it? The cheek kiss, hand on thigh, giving him his clothes, not liking when Oliver hooked up with the sister, them often standing close together, even the jerk off session with the open door can all be interpreted that way, right? Or are these moment supposed to be loaded but ultimately mean nothing? What is your theory?
Ahhhh thank you for the ask! Yes, definitely!!! It's less of a theory so much as a particular reading of the film that folks can either agree with or disagree with.
Did Felix love Oliver?
On one hand - we see Felix being so affectionate in their very first meeting, and I do think that was intentional as a way to show that Felix is just like that. Unguarded and affectionate and warm. When his attention is on you, you feel like the most important person in the world. It's just that he eventually grows tired and throws you away and moves on. (See: Eddie. Annabel. "Last year's one.") You're not actually special, you're just the latest of his play things.
So I do think that reading of things is valid.
But god, to me, the idea that Felix at least at some point loved Oliver back makes the tragedy of it all so much richer and tragically beautiful.
It's the things you said - the casual affection. The blatant flirting. The lingering glances over dinner and the intimacy of all their silent communications. The door left open to their shared bathroom while he touches himself. The jealousy and possessiveness. The genuine betrayal and hurt under it all when he discovers Oliver's lies. Nearly kissing Oliver in the maze, despite everything. The protectiveness and savior's complex as a reflection of a sort of misguided white knight romantic hero ideal Felix wants to fulfill. The Juliet-esque angel costume, his illusion that his story is a romance.
But Oliver is so focused on making himself indispensable, so worried about being another one of Felix's old forgotten toys, that he doesn't see that Felix feels something for him too. And then everything goes wrong, when Felix finds out his lies, and Oliver thinks it's too late.
And that's the tragedy, really - that it might not have actually been too late. That if he'd given Felix space and time, he might not have lost Felix from his life completely. As Oliver said, "I mean, we’re going to laugh about this."
Because Felix does care about Oliver. Even after the lie. In the maze scene, he's still looking after Oliver, still caring about him. ("I think you need to see someone. You need help." / "Better?" / "I think you should go to bed.") That kind of gentle is so different from the posturing Felix did toward Oliver earlier in the party ("I tried to be nice but can you fuck off and bother somebody else?") and it shows that, even if Felix is throwing a fit and stewing in his emotions as he does, he still cares about Oliver and wants him to be okay. He wasn't throwing Oliver away just yet. Oliver just thinks he is.
Because Oliver has been waiting for and fearing this moment from the very beginning of their relationship, has seen so many examples of Those Left Behind By The Cattons. He thinks this is it, and he panics. He's impulsive and emotional, despite wanting too seem calculated. He reacts out of hurt and fear, and in doing so, ruins the only chance of getting what he truly wants. He self destructs, and hurts Felix before Felix has the chance to hurt him any more.
And isn't that self-destruction so much more tragic when it isn't inevitable, it isn't justified, but just an emotional reaction? When there was still a chance for a happy ending, but Oliver couldn't see it?
So all this to say (and wow this got long, sorry)... Felix loving Oliver is definitely up for debate depending on how you read Felix's character, but I do think the possibility of him loving Oliver makes the tragic ending that much more gorgeous and real.
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myredrainbow · 2 months
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Alastor with a Alice Angel S/O
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I couldn’t help myself with this idea!! It’s just aaaaa- ok I’m only doing the Alice Angel based off her as in the cartoons not the actual game & also based off Betty Boop too. Btw this is taking place in the Cannibal Colony since that’s there time period in their town is based off !!!!
This idea came from @screaminhysteria so ty!!!!! Ahhhh-
One more thing - this works perfectly time period 1920’s-1940’s. Ah yes the golden age of animation & the roaring 20’s!!
Let the historical accuracy begin!!!
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~As Alastor’s S/o you too tend to be seen in speakeasy’s or jazz clubs! Your voice beautiful & he’s radio host skills- plus so piano playing on the side.. most would say-“Golly! What a duo!”
~The first time you too met it was during one of your performances at a speakeasy, fine jazz playing and swing jamming. Walking into the room was an incredible atmosphere for him, since he loved the thrill of others.
~Singing in the center was you, others dancing at your voice. Others singing along as you sang, you were at your happiest moment ever.
~Alastor watching from his seat, staring at you. Your smile, your charm, the way you sway softly to the beat the music.
~Curiously, Alastor decided to take a shot and ask you to dance a swing with him. Breathing in sharply he made his way to the floor and towards the stage. You were about to continue singing but heard a soft-
~ “Hello! My dear, care for a dance?” You took his hand and joined him.. the rest was history!
~ As a S/o of Alastor, you are well protected from others. Especially when it comes to rowdy patrons in the speakeasy’s & Clubs, he will be secretly be scouting that Parton and “chatting” with him in a nearby dark ally ….
~ You on the other hand are very kind and giddy towards Alastor but in front of others, you make sure to let everyone know that your taken by someone special. Making sure to swat away hands from touching you while you’re singing..
~When you enter at speakeasy your always dress to perfection, the finest black attire. Sometimes you sometimes wear a beautiful deer fur scarf around the back of your arms, of course the fur from Alastor.
~Alastor loves your dressing attire, but he dose have to fend off unwanted attention from you when it comes to wearing more “flashy” attire. Most those that show a lot more skin than usual, but he tends so see you in awe starring at him when he “deals” with those who don’t understand the concept of “personal space”.
~At his radio show broadcast, he will always praise you on the radio and telling his listeners about your singing skills are beautiful. Sometimes you will receive letters from your mail of people asking you to perform at their business. With pay of course..
~Although he adores telling others of you but he dose tell his listeners that he must warn them that you are in a loving relationship and he will not tolerate those who want to interfere with your love life..
~What a gentleman!~
~ Sometimes you two will stay up late and slow dance to the radio, ( like a nice song will be “All the things you are by Dizzy Gillespie). You will be holding his hand while you have a hand on his shoulder, his grin- well unchanged but sweet. He hand on your hips & his head close to yours..
~ As an Half Angel, you do tend to view things differently from Alastor but you’d learned to be fine with it.. like for example, cannibalism. Yes you live in the Cannibal Colony but you aren’t a cannibal yourself, your just very good friends with the head of the colony, Rosie.
~She doesn’t mind the fact your aren’t cannibal but she just adores you as much as Alastor . As a friend of course!
~ Alastor is happy that you and Rosie are great friends, sometimes you too will go on outings around the town. Alastor trusts Rosie around you, even though you are half angel.
~ Alastor and you go on so many dates, at least three times a week. He’s always a gentleman, holding the door for you, pushing your chair in, complimenting you, insisting on paying for the both of you. What a man..
~ You know Husker & Niffty,- of course!. You & Niffty tend to go shopping for clothing together since you both have certain tastes in clothing, which makes the trip more enjoyable! She would give you her opinions on what outfits to wear for your performances!
~And you will tell her what shade of pink will suite her the best and occasionally have to calm her down when she see a male walking around.
~Husker has to push his manners button for you, because you are Alastor’s one & only so he doesn’t want to get hurt by him. He dose know what types of drinks you like.
~But you don’t necessarily drink a lot so he has fruity alternatives like, an strawberry lemonade, sparkling cider or a sherry temple - with extra cherries please!
~He dose like your company too, you will tell him about the bars that have a lot of gambling there and sometimes will tell him to go have fun while Alastor is in a good mood.
~You do tend to visit Alastor at his little pet project- The Hazbin Hotel, of course! You don’t want to redeem yourself but you’re supporting your love, no matter what.
~But when you meet the princess of hell, Charlie. You both question each other, another half angel half demon?. Do you know each other? But Alastor just just hummed sweetly to you, not to “worry about what you are! It will ruin your sweet charms”.
~ You would leave him lunch, usually containing deer meat and sweet honey beignets. The beignets homemade of course, since he’s from New Orleans.
~ When it comes to, killing other demons or demons selling their souls to Alastor your not bothered by it. You would most of the time just stare at the demon/sinner in quietness. But if they rubbed Alastor the wrong way, well you won’t show mercy to them either. “Please! Make him stop! I’m begging you! Sweet Angel!”
~Walking up to them, gently lifting their head up as their body- mangled.. you would smile sweetly, “ Sweet, demon.. how I pity you as an Angel. But for disturbing my Alastor.. I’m afraid you must die now..”
~And with a snap of his fingers, the demon is no more as you grin. Placing a soft peck on his cheek, his grin growing larger.
~ “ Now my dear, how bout a dance?” He cheers as he wrapped his hand around your waist, “I’d love too!”
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Aaaaaaa-! That’s the end!!! I hope you like it!! I personally love it I think it’s very cute!! Part 2 of Lucifer vs Alastor will be done by tomorrow!! And I can not wait for the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel!!!!
~myredrainbow
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IYHM ask replies!!
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💛 burrito-puppy asked:
Love to see the progress and art you made along the years! Can’t wait for the release 💕💕💕
thank you so much! 💞💞💞 i can't believe it's less than a week away... i can count the number of days left on one hand! AHHHH
💛 Anonymous asked:
Listen. The way that I too am freaking out! Gah. So excited. Can't wait.
THANK YOU!! every day i wake up and i lose my mind LMAO... the only time i'm calm is when i'm distracted, so i can forget it's actually happening haha!
💛 mickiee-art asked:
Where have you been my entire life?? I love your work so much! So excited for your graphic novel release! 💕🫶🏼
thank you so much omg!! i'm so glad! 🥺💖
💛 tabsters asked:
YOO DUDE ONE OF THE PROTAGONISTS OF YOUR SAPPHIC GRAPHIC NOVEL IS VIETNAMESE??? I'M VIETNAMESE AND BISEXUAL AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME HSAKSHKAHSKAHSKAHSAKJ
AHHHHH i'm so thrilled to hear that!!! i live for these messages HFDSKDJHSK HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY
💛 Anonymous asked:
I just found your art today and after scrolling through your stuff I went and pre-ordered your book. I'm so excited!!
oh you are too kind!! ;_; thank you so much <3
💛 nimona-antifa asked:
WAITTT THE BLACK HAIRED CHARACTER IN IF YOU'LL HAVE ME IS A BUTCH LESBIAN? I THOUGHT IT WAS A DUDE OMG THEY'RE BOTH SO PRETTYYYYY FBFBDGD I'M GAY 💗💗💗 I seriously love your art its always so wholesome
HAHA OMG I LOVE THIS 😂 thank you!!! BUTCH LESBIANS FOREVER AND ALWAYS 💕💕
💛 albedosleftb0otych33k asked:
I don't know how but I only just found out about your graphic novel and OML! I WILL BUY IT THE SECOND IT COMES OUT! Anyways, I love your art and just wanted to tell you ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ
omg thank you so much!! you are the sweetest! ( *´ω`*)♡
💛 jeweljupiter asked:
I just wanted to say seeing your art of Momo and PG makes me feel seen and heard I love the poc representation I’m a plus size dark skin nerdy black girl and seeing more women who look like me finding love gives me hope and makes me happy
when i tell you this means everything to me... it means everything to me. thank you forever T_T ❤️
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i've been so focused on IYHM for the past couple months... now that the pub date is so close, i'm full of giddy anticipation and terrible dread. so thank you everyone for the love and well wishes! it's really getting me through it.
also, i wasn't sure how to announce this so i wanted to mention it while i'm here: Waterstones now has a special sprayed edge edition of IYHM! i got my copy a little while back and it's really gorgeous. if you like paperbacks i think the color is a lovely touch!
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and as another reminder, i'll be having an in-person launch event next tuesday with Brick & Mortar Books in Redmond, WA! truthfully i'm torn between my desire to interact with people and my embarrassment at being seen in public, so please feel free to spare yourselves lmao 😭 i wasn't sure i'd do an event at all but i decided to try at least once before deciding if it's for me. so we'll see how it goes!
whew. the 17th is coming up so fast but i still have so many little tasks to do. the last time i talked about my busy schedule on here, someone sent me a message that said "you deserve a spa day," and i think about it all the time. maybe someday, anon. maybe someday...
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bedoballoons · 9 months
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Sjsksk omg I love your writing so bad and I'm so happy so I can request as much then😭 if so can I maybe get rich)wealthy reader that like buys the characters anything they want or look at spoiling them with everything until the charactersstarted thinking of blind folding there eyes so they don't buy the whole store maybe scaramouhe/wanderer,kazuha,xiao,cyno and tighnari
Ahhhh thank you!! Absolutely!! Thank you for your request!
Genshin Men Headcanons:
~You spoiling them~
(Includes: Tighnari, Kazuha, Wanderer, Xiao, Cyno, and Scaramouche!)
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Tighnari:
You watched Tighnari carefully, a playful smile on your face as you noticed every single thing he had touched or mentioned in the shop, taking a mental note to buy him every single one. You couldn't help it, he was so sweet and cute, he took care of everyone, especially you. He deserved to be spoiled, even if he didn't think so.
"Why is your bag so full? We haven't even even made it half way through the shop yet..." Tighnari asked, his eyes trained on you and your now almost overflowing bag of items, all of which were actually for him. "Just saw alot of stuff that looked useful...you can't blame me, you seemed to have seen a few things you wanted too..." You said sneakily, doing your very best to act normal and not give yourself away.
He saw right through you, crossing his arms as he responded to your madness, "How many times to I have to tell you, you don't have to buy me things. I don't really need any of them and it's better to save your funds to use on yourself." You chuckled, walking up to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek, "I have more fun when my mora is spent on you and I like knowing you have everything you want."
He rolled his eyes, looking at your bag again before shaking his head and turning back around to continue shopping, "Next time you're not allowed to come with me unless your wallet is left at home or you're blindfolded."
Kazuha:
You lifted your bag, groaning slightly at how heavy it now seemed, it was so full it looked like it could blow up at any given moment and you couldn't help but worry that the straps might actually break on you. I'm reality none of it was for you, it was all for your boyfriend, the man you consider to be the most goregous, most perfect person in the world. The one who should be bought everything he could ever wish for like a prince.
"Oh my...do you need assistance? That looks really heavy, let me carry it for you." Kazuha smiled slightly as he walked over to you, taking the bag from you before you could protest and peeking into it, his face turning a light shade of pink when he realized all of them where things he had mentioned. "...did you get all of these for me? You don't have too...I appreciate them and the thought but surely you should spend the mora on items for you instead."
You shook your head, a smile finding its way on your face as you looked away, feeling slightly mischievous. "I did get them for you, I can't help it, I love spoiling you and I have the mora. It makes me so happy getting you things, treating you like royalty because you deserve it all. Plus as long as I get a poem or two in return...I'll be even happier."
His blush deepened as he sighed, he leaned in close to you, placing a gentle kiss on your lips, "I'll tell you as many poems as you would like, after all you're a inspiration to me, a never ending trove of ideas and wonderful feelings. The fact you enjoy listening so much is a gift and I cherish it." He lifted the bag onto his shoulder, softly grabbing your hand and leading you to the door, making sure to leave before you could by anything else for him.
Wanderer:
(I use the nickname Scara here <3)
Wanderers eyes widened slightly as you lifted your bag onto counter for the cashier to calculate the price for you, having troubles due to how large and heavy it was. "What exactly did you buy? The entire store? Honestly...do you have any self control?" He said, poking fun at the amount of things you had decided to buy and watching the cashier's face in amusement.
You giggled happily, not saying a word as the nice checker started to empty your bag, each and every item being one Scara had touched or mentioned. Sure he didn't always have the best additude, but you loved him all the same and spoiling him, especially without him knowing you were doing so was so much fun.
"...all of those are...oh my...how many times have I told you not to buy me stuff? When will you get it through your thick skull that I don't need mortal possessions?" He sounded annoyed, though just from the small smirk he had, you could tell he secretly enjoyed being spoiled. "You're just to pretty, I have to buy you everything you could want." You joked, watching in satisfaction as his face turned a light shade of pink.
"I'm never shopping with you again."
Xiao:
Xiaos piercing yellow eyes staring at you in disbelief, as if he couldn't wrap his head around the fact you had so many bags already...and how he hadn't noticed sooner that you had gotten so many items. "Do you need help?" He asked, reaching out to grab a bag from you and lighten the load on you, but you quickly backed away shaking your head in response, to which he raised a curious eyebrow to.
"I got it, don't worry!" You said in a attempt to draw away any suspicions, after all...everything you had bought was actually for him and you knew full well he wasn't going to easily accept everything. Before he could say another word you grabbed his hand leading him to the next stall, "All of these beads are beautiful...Xiao you should let me make you another necklace to go with yours. Seen anything you like?" You asked with a big smile, hoping he would say exactly what he wanted like he had a few other times.
He stepped away from you, crossing his arms and sighing in defeat, "I understand now...you've tricked me into saying what I wanted so you could buy it all for me. I don't...have any use for mortal things...your mora should go to things you like." You bit your lip, so much for him not knowing, you silently thought to yourself before quietly saying, "I like you. Isn't that reason enough to buy you things? And! I got things I think you will find useful...even some snacks."
He shook his head, walking towards you and leaning closer so he could take a couple of your bags, your hands feeling so light after carrying the heavy items so long. "Next time we go shopping I'll invite Zhongli, he'll make sure any mora spent will not be on me alone." His voice sounded slightly threatening and you couldn't help but giggle.
"We'll see about that."
Cyno:
You smirked slightly, your basket filled with every TCG card you knew Cyno didn't have and maybe some he did. You knew how much he loved the game, how often he played it and helping him pursue something he liked so much felt important, not to mention it gave you the chance to spoil him a little. You kept your eyes peeled for anything else he'd like, grabbing a joke book even though he didn't need it and a dark purple scarf for when it got cold out.
You were just about to turn the corner to the next section, when suddenly someone wrapped their arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "Cyno did you find everything you wanted?" You asked smiling at him sweetly, you already knew by now that he would attempt to pay for his own items, even yours if you weren't careful.
"I thought so, until I saw into your basket, why do you have so many Genius Invokation TCG cards? Has the card mania finally caught up to you? If so your first duel shall be against me, may justice weigh upon your soul...I show no mercy!" He sounded so dramatic towards the end, making you laugh, possibly more than his normal jokes do. "I'm sorry to say it...but I have not joined in on the card mania, these are for you and I got you some other items too. Don't even try paying either." You turned around to face him, watching as his face blushed a slight pink.
"I appreciate the thought but you don't need to buy me things, I'd much rather you spend the mora on yourself. After all you deserve mora then I do." You rolled your eyes at his words, his joke only making you want to buy him the cards more, he truly was funny...even if no one else thought so. "I prefer to spend a bit mora on you than myself, sure you might not need it all but you'll have it in case you ever do and don't even. You deserve the entire world."
"I'm going to place you under arrest if you say that one mora time."
Scaramouche:
You looked down at your large amount of items, you could barely lift the bags anymore and you weren't actually sure how any of the stalls could have anything left at this point. Technically the mora was going to a good cause, all of it being paid to small shops and some being donated...as for the items you got in return....they were all for your...slightly rude boyfriend.
It wasn't your fault that he looked so adorable all blushed and in shock from the amount of things you got for him! Not to mention, even if he said he never used any of it...he actually did more often then not. Everything you bought for him was something he had looked at, touched or said he had wanted at some point so you knew he'd actually like it all too...however carrying the heavy bags was starting to prove difficult.
Your attention left your collection of bags and instead fixated on the short blue haired male not far from you, who was currently looking at what appeared to be some type of soap. You took mental note to check on it later, before calling out to him, "Scaramouche can you help me...I can't carry all of these. Pleeaaaase?" He turned to look at you, groaning in annoyance as he walked in your direction.
"If you didn't want to carry it all...you shouldn't have bought it all." He said, staring down at your bags as if they were the bane of his existence. "What did you even get?" You smiled mischievously at his question making him give you a curious look, one that you had grown to adore. You lifted up the first bag to show him, having some minor troubles since it was seconds away from blowing up and spilling his gifts everywhere. "Just a few things..."
His eyes widened as he took in the view, knowing instantly what you had done and barely knowing how to respond to being bought so many things. His face heating up a bright pink as he took a step away from the bag, almost like it had bitten him. "You...bought all of this for me...again? You have a spending problem and I don't need all of this stuff. Can't you return some of it?"
"Nope! None of it can be returned because half of the proceeds have already been donated and I don't have a spending problem...I just like seeing you blush." You winked at him and he simply rolled his eyes, though you could have sworn his blush deepened ever so slightly.
"Next time you do this, I'm leaving you and your spending problem here...or blindfolding you."
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Doctor Who status report! Writing these I'm realizing I only ever feel compelled to share my opinions on media when they are positive lmao makes for rather boring commentary probably!! but I only care to share the things I love, I would be a lousy critic 😆
We are half way through S7 and I can say now that S6 was a big improvement from S5 for us! It was really fun! we have been rating every episode and keeping season average scores and S5 was the lowest we ranked so far out of all but it was still enjoyable honestly! Someone in the comments in one of my reports mentioned that each doctor's first season is usually their worst one and I'm also noticing this! I think Ten's first season was his lowest ranked out of his three for us too even though all his run was super high. Matt seems more comfortable in his doctor's portrayal by now and he is also more goofy which I personally always love 🥰
S6's arc had us terrified and puzzled the whole time it was very engaging!! and some of the episodes were devastating like "The girl who waited" and just everything about River Song always, The Silence creatures are so unnerving and cool and it had a ton of really classic episodes with great concepts. We were kind of disappointed with "the doctor's wife" episode though I'm a bit mad about it because I feel it had some great ideas but the way some elements were handled ruined it for us (mainly the Tardis's whole characterization and the Doctor's reactions to the situation felt so flat and out of character it was weird) so much wasted potential! but overall it was a great season!
Then S7 so far we watched up to "The bells of saint john" and our favourite has been "The angels take Manhattan" we love the concept of the Weeping angels and this one was terrifying and back to their original lore! and the ending was so unexpected! We also met Clara and I love her too honestly I'm terrible at rating companions because I love them all I think they all bring something new and special to the story I end up loving everyone 😭 We have seven episodes left with Eleven ahhhh time to suffer another regeneration soon!!
About the writing I think as we watched we grew more used to the differences and they became less jarring, though when I think back to the RTD era I feel I loved it because of the writing while now I sometimes I feel that I love it despite the writing, if that makes any sense? I still do love it but it feels like wrestling with Moffat a bit! lmao. He gets a bit repetitive and too on the nose and ..weird about women and overly grandiose at times still but now we know to expect it 🤣
Also another unrelated observation but we feel that Eleven seems younger than Ten in many ways. I know their personalities are supposed to change and they are not necessarily linear but it's something curious we both noticed! And Eleven is such a clingy soft little man!! baby!! very cute!! I love him I'm excited to see how the change to Twelve is going to feel!! I have no idea what to expect from Twelve I'm so curious!!
We are consuming this series so fast and we don't want it to end!! 😭 I have such a gigantic backlog of art I want to make about it by now, I keep thinking of ideas as I go and I don't have the time to draw them yet because of work!! AAAAA the moment I meet the last of my current deadlines it's over for you all!!
Anyway that was very long I'll go make dinner and watch some more 🥰 I hope you all have a good night and a great start of the week!
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nyctophiliq · 1 year
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AHHHH can you do arcane milfs and reader with age gap? Like maybe something that explores how they feel about being older than reader. Thanks<3
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✮ — 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 ; cassandra kiramman, ambessa medarda, enforcer grayson, renata glasc, sevika
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content warning. afab! reader, sfw ! — lowercase writing intended, age gap, mention of suggestive themes(?), characters are worried, and the reader is a bit oblivious to it
moss' notes. this is such an amazing idea, moss wants to kiss the anonie on the lips (only if anonie lets moss ofc) another note, moss doesn't think they did justice so they might just come back to this later :)
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— CASSANDRA...
it wasn't uncommon between her peers to fool around with a much younger partner, to crave the companion of a young person so they themselves can feel a little younger. she sees it as a normal thing in the world, back then in the older days there were teenagers marrying men in their fifties and up, nowadays that doesn't happen but it's somehow still there in a much healthier way.
it doesn't bother her but the ill talks about your relationship fuel her anger. those nights she has a hard time going to sleep, rambling about how it doesn't matter, that they are lies, and that the two of you will never end up like all her comrades do.
x "no matter the gossip, no matter the looks, i love you with all my heart my darling, nothing can change that."
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— AMBESSA...
at first, she wouldn't be too worried about the age gap between the two of you, giving no special thought to it because she had plenty of girls as young as her own daughter or even younger before. but when she thinks about having a family, a long life with you the fearless warlord can't help but be scared of what is to come. she had never really thought about her own mortality, she decided if death is to take her to battler then she will be pleased, but with you in the picture, she is not sure if she would like that either.
x "i live in great fear now with you by myself, but i don't dread it, i just hope it will ease. i love you, my dearest y/n."
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— GRAYSON...
she can't, she faces so many dirty people on her job, people who take advantage of younger people and call them stupid just because of the age gap is just unacceptable in her opinion. she has a hard time accepting her feelings for you, struggling every step of the way and even now that you have been together for a while she still feels that she needs to apologize if she has ever made you feel like you were just a pretty young thing, a toy that she could use as she pleased. she begged for your forgiveness if she made you feel like that, crawling on her knees in front of you. it is a heartbreaking sight to see someone like her be in such a wrong space of mind.
x "i hope you know that i would never treat you differently just because you are younger, that i don't see you as something to play with, but i see you as my life... i'm sorry."
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— RENATA GLASC...
renata might be even more worried about the years between the two of you than anyone else. she hates to think that you might feel that she is too old for you or you are too young for her, that because she is already successful in her line of work she will never appreciate the small things you achieve before the big ones roll in. she wants you to feel equal next to her, to not think that at any given time she is trying to use that horrible line that mothers use, the "i am older than you, i know better, i know what's right for you and me" - she might know more than you, but isn't to say that you are not smarter than her in other topics.
x "we are equal, regardless of our age or knowledge, i love you despite anything they say. i want you for who you are, not because of what you are, my sweetheart."
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— SEVIKA...
sevika isn't immune to the worry that comes with the age gap between the two of you, but she takes it less seriously than the others. she has accepted the fact that she has little control over who she falls in love with, who makes her heart flutter and make her realize that she doesn't need to be a god for someone to love her, that she can be human and you would find her nothing but lovely. she thinks very little of how the years between the two of you would affect your relationship.
x "you and i are a team, nobody can take us on, they just have to deal with it."
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darling--core · 1 year
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Hi mazzy !!! That celebrity yandere of post was so so so good !!! 😭🫶 I can’t believe you decided to write it and I couldn’t be more happy when I saw you did. You wrote him so good ‼️
On that note , [this could totally be imagined as maverick] imagine a male model yandere x female photographer reader?? Subby male model yandere with a female photographer reader ? HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT. The pretty model is just happy doing his job and today is like any other day when he notices a new [female] photographer that is assigned to him. His usual male photographer was out for the day so reader had to come in as a substitute. Needless to say that reader is just so nice and gentle with him 🥺 occasionally asking if she has permission to touch him to move a little string of hair out of his eyes and into the perfect position for the photo. Not paying attention to how his eyes flutter close as he feels your fingertips lightly flutter across his forehead or occasionally his cheek and neck area. She’s just so kind by softly praising him when he does a perfect pose or thinks of new shot ideas.
After the first day is finished he insists on her as his new photographer. Although that isn’t possible.[cuz we’re so good that we’re always in demand ya’know ? 😌] Even getting jealous whenever he sees her around the studio getting assigned to other male models. [All the other models know about his tiny huge crush obsession with you] They always try to flirt with you by tugging a random string of loose hair around your ear or giving you a hug or simply even just complimenting you. They have great fun watching him get all red and frustrated. It’s like a game to them at this point. One he gets fed up with SO quick 😭
Don’t even get me started on the nakey / showy photo shoots they assign him to do with you for like an undergarment brand or something. He’s eyes wide , jaw slack, throat dry just so vulnerable and shy in front of reader 🥹. Reader is a bit taken aback too. By how beautiful and gorgeous he is. Just can’t help but praise him more than usual. Of course that just results in him feeling EVEN more flustered and shy until he can’t help but lean in to your touch every time you have to adjust something.
Maybe reader also has a massive crush on him. Yet she feels insecure. Because , well , he’s a fucking model!! We’re just photographers !! There’s no way that he would be interested in us , he probably has a whole line of girls waiting for him 😭 And maybe he gets really frustrated too because we’re just so oblivious to his advances. What would he do to try to prove to us that he really , genuinely , likes us ?
Again , thank you so much for writing my previous request it genuinely made my whole day. And I wouldn’t mind if we see some nsfw head cannons for model yandere or celebrity yandere as well. Remember to stay healthy and to take some time for yourself girl ! You’ve been killing it with these posts recently ❤️
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ahhhh my dear h, i love this concept!! hayes could be so many different things depending on how his darling interacts with him and i love this concept so much, especially with him being just in total yandere puppy love 💕
and thank u sm for being so sweet 😩 don't worry, im taking care of myself!! drinking so much water while writing lmao. i hope you're taking care of yourself as well!!
so, please enjoy hayes x female photographer darling shenanigans <3 brief mentions of nude photography, but no nsfw this time.
tws: general yandere behavior
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✎ [ yandere celebrity x fem photographer ]
💌 the photographer hayes is used to working with for this fashion brand was out sick (or something, hayes wasn't really listening) so he would have a new photographer for the day. and that photographer was you.
💌 he was momentarily taken aback by how pretty you were; he was around plenty of pretty people all the time- he was a model, so he spent a lot of time around other models- but there was some quality to you that caught him off guard. he couldn't explain it, but it made it a little hard to focus.
💌 but maybe, if he did a really good job, he could impress you!
💌 he pulls out all the stops, listening intently to you instructions and suggestions and nailing them every time. when you bring the camera forward to show him the photos and suggest changes or move poses, he crowds in close, peering over you shoulder (and doing his best to listen and focus on his job, and not the sweet smell of your hair or the warm body heat you put off...)
💌 once or twice, you step forward and gently adjust his face or his hair, how he's standing or holding his arms. every time, you ask permission- 'is it okay if i touch you? can i move you?'
💌 god yes, he thinks, please touch him. your hands are so soft, and you maneuver him so gently. he never wants it to end, but he also starts to worry about you hearing his heartbeat when you step close. he is slowly melting under your touch, and you have no idea, do you?
💌 by the end of the day, he's made up his mind: he wants to work with you all the time. he speaks to his manager; is there anyway he can personally book you for more jobs? could he hire you as a personal photographer? anything would be good.
💌 but you're in such high demand, it's nearly impossible. of course you are, he thinks; you must be the best photographer in the world. he certainly thinks so, and he's worked with hundreds of photographers in the past!
💌 good news though- you are booked on another job of his next week. he's so excited at first, but then he remembers the job; it's slated to be an artistic, nude photoshoot.
💌 he truly doesn't know if he's more nervous or infinitely excited. he wants you to see him, to look at him, to touch him; he wants to feel your eyes on him, only on him.
💌 the week goes by in a blur; he sees you around, shooting other models and working other jobs, and it makes him feel things he's never felt before. jealous, enraged, half crazy; every time he has to see you work with someone else, looking at them and touching them and talking to them, he feels like he might explode. he's better, more famous, he's so in love with you, you should be looking at him! not them! its a miracle everyone makes it out alive, really- though, maybe one or two people are mysteriously dropped by their agencies...
💌 but the next photoshoot comes around, and all day, he's vibrating with the excitement of seeing you, having all of your attention on him. what are you doing to him? his thoughts are consumed by you. he's thinking different, he's acting different, and he can't get enough.
💌 the room lights up when you walk in and he lays eyes on you. you smile and greet him, and he thinks he could die happy if your voice was the last thing he ever heard. but then the photoshoot starts; he disrobes, and watches your face closely.
💌 you never lose your air of professionalism, which he admires deeply, but he sees the way your eyes roam over his body. the way your cheeks flush just a bit, the way you force yourself to focus on your camera before he catchs you staring. does this mean you like him too?? it shatters something in him; he is putty in your hands, and you don't even know.
💌 please, please, just keep looking at him like that!
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auspicioustidings · 5 months
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JUST READ SAVAGE AND IT REALLY DID SOMETHING TO ME OH MY GOD. 🫣🫣
I love all your writing but this!! THIS!! This touched some weird part in my brain I didn't know existed.
I'm sorry if I'm just mindlessly mumbling here but I really don't know how to praise something normally. I just have so many emotions about this piece?? Regular words won't cut it, they can't describe how I feel.
Gotta go to sleep fantasizing about possible plot's and continuations........ Because here's so much potential!! I love medieval settings because of angst and drama opportunities and this one is just absolutely perfect!! All trauma and uncertainty reader would have to experience because of Soap's and Ghost's behaviors is just sooo tasty!! 5 Michelin stars dish right here. 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Just thanks for writing it!! It really made my night.
AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! I know I keep saying it, but heavy smut is truly not my wheelhouse, so posting this was a nerve-wracking experience.
I don't think I'll ever write a full continuation, but happy to bounce off of ideas if y'all have any :)
Luckily me and Noel were discussing what we think would happen after, so I've summarised those ideas below the cut!
CW: non-con
Think what would happen is Simon gets you back, is violent in punishing you then turns gentle and loving to brainwash you into adoring him (much like Johnny just did). Curiously though he also keeps you near the border not very well guarded instead of moving you further in country. Cue these two men who hate each other stealing you for the other, punishing you for being with them and then moving onto making you fall in love with them. It's confusing, it's awful, they are trying to one up one another by leaving permanent marks (Johnny bites you so hard it scars) or putting permanent jewellery on you (Simon is watching the necklace and bracelets get permanently connected by the smith and is getting hard just thinking about how the fucking animal up North will react seeing that).
They both say mean, degrading shit to you as if you are the one always going to the other man and speading your legs and not being kidnapped and forced. Simon out of the two is scarier in his threats, tells you (this bit is fully Noel and it made me see stars):
"Maybe I ought to just throw you back to that MacTavish, like the filth that you are." Fucking spits out the name like it's a curse alone, never losing his brutal rhythm pounding into you. "Fuckin' tart, I can feel you getting tighter just mentioning that bastard rogue. Don't you forget, you belong to me."
Things change when you are crossing the border one day. This game has been going on so long that sometimes they just let you go yourself. You run into a small unit of soldiers from France and they take you. Johnny and Simon both think you are with the other, so it isn't until Johnny shows up pounding on Simon's door because he wants you back and he's hidden you too well that they realise neither has seen you for a month.
They rescue you of course but you are so broken (when they find you, you are so happy to see them and they realise you think that you are dying and this is a vision) that both of them abandon their posts and whisk you off to a peaceful country somewhere to heal. They don't have one mean word to say to you, they're never violent with how they touch you.
Your little home they build is filled with kids soon enough and it's this lovely, soft life. Then the kids are all sent off to boarding school and they revert back to the good old days of fucking you into the dirt and then sending you back to the other to see what creative ways they can be rougher <3
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smilesatdawnmain · 4 months
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Hello ! I adore your LMK AU‘s and your writing style. The stories are so captivating and make me excited for the next chapter.
I wanted to ask what your favorite AUs are :) I know you have great taste and I would be grateful if you could share some LMK au/comic/fanfic recommendations with us :))))
Hello! Oh my gosh thank you so so much! That makes me so happy to hear ;-; Thank you!
I got a lot of favorites out there, let me tell you :3 Alright alright~
AU'S:
The King and his Cub By: @theweepingegg : This au is so cute and I love little MK with his Papa~ It's adorable and the humor just has me rolling! Plus the wholesome Father and Son moments + an uncle Macaque?? It's amazing! Literally just melts my heart with every new update.
Cursed Au By: @winterpower98: This Au consumed my life and continues to do so. The drama, the redemption, the growing bond between Wukong Macaque and MK?? I love it alll~ The whole universal set up of this growing Au is so full and wonderful.
Literally, ANY AU that is made by @journey-to-the-au ! This artist just- STEALS all of my attention. They got a lot of different Au's, and so many amazing ideas. There is action and romance and betrayal and platonic love that is so wholesome and sweet and AHHHHH. Taking a long tour through their entire tumblr page is 100% WORTH IT
Very similarly, anything by @rebeltigera! They also have so many different au's that are all AMAZING. Something about their style also- ahhhhh <3 It's so good. I definitely suggest taking a dive into their tumblr too. Their Macaque is honestly probably my favorite version of Macaque!
Forged Faith by @swagginmun Gosh the anxiety but also the pure adoration I have for this particular Au?? Definitely follows a more canon storyline but has one HECK OF A TWIST. The expressions that are done are amazing and I really really can't wait for this one to continue as its current chapter just ended on something INTENSE.
Fan Comics!
Eclipsed Apprentice by @journeytomonkiekid : I've been following this one for a while. I LOVE IT. There are so many talented people in the LMK community and this comic takes an interesting turn to the canon of LMK. Has some great Oc's and the storyline has me hooked! Lots of drama, and redemption, and so far the character growth is *Chef kiss*
Even Rainfall Has Shadows By @linklefr : Another fancomic that takes it's own path and turn from the LMK canon. Oc's are so cute and I just wanna squeeze them! It's really growing to be its own thing! It's got a lot of talk about self-worth and toxic habits and overall overcoming those that the characters need to grow from, and I can't wait to see where it goes!
FANFICS: (I have way too many. My gosh. And honestly if folks have more recommendations, please put them in the comments! Or if you have a story you wrote yourself I would love to read it!) I would mark their Tumblr creators if I knew them, but I don't know all of them ;-; So I'll put the link to the fanfic instead
SunBreak : First LMK fanfic I ever read. It is the rabbit hole that dropped me into loving Macaque and parent Macaque to be more precise~ Goes way off canon and I'm LOVING IT
There May be no such thing as eternity: Possed Wukong- I cannot explain how much possessed Wukong still reaching out to the Macaque and the gang just makes my brain flip~
A Garden Across Our Collar Bone: THIS. Ahhhh- Just bury me with this fanfic in my hand. MK X Red Son and ahhh- Also, ANYTHING this author (PittiedPeaches) writes is GOLD.
Of Blood and Bones: A big inspiration to me and their story is SO GOOD. The angst but also fluff that is slipped in? It's an amazingly sad but wonderful read. And I really love the world-building
Peach Blossoms: I'm a sucker for any Hanahaki disease kind of story and this is everything I wanted and more. This was soooo good and it flowed really well.
Love Team: Ooooh boy this story took me on a roller coaster ride. MY GOSH I never knew what to expect and it always had me on the edge of my seat~
Is this A Monkey-Thing or Dad-Thing?: Any Dad wukong focused fic will just catch my feet and trip me into the pit of the story. Every time. This one is so cute~
Kiss Your Knuckles: This oneshot is soo sooo good! And also horribly tragic. Gosh it just destroyed me! I definitely suggest it!
-Okay this thing is getting long and I'm not even close to saying all the fanfics and such I have read XD There are so many good fanfics out there my gosh. If you have more than you think are amazing please put them in the comments!
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Any Fan's Dream, Part 1
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When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.
You blinked, then blinked again.
You observed your surroundings. There were humongous buildings towering over the many people bustling through the sidewalks of the crowded streets. The skyscrapers were hundreds of feet above your head, the view from up there must've been magnificent. But that wasn't what had you staring around in confusion.
The tall building standing proudly in front of you was what caught your attention.
Avengers.
That was what was written on the side of the ginormous building.
You felt someone grab your hand gently. "C’mon (y/n) we have to hurry or Mr. Stark will be mad at you for being late again."
You turned to the all too familiar voice, breath hitching in your throat as you met the eyes of a certain brown haired person that played one of your favorite superheroes, one that had an infamous Peter-tingle and could climb walls and sling from buildings.
"Tom Holland?" you breathed out, incredulous.
He looked at you, head tilted with concern. "Who's Tom Holland?" he questioned. "Are you alright (n/n)? You look a little dazed."
You were frozen.
Why was Tom Holland asking you if you were okay? Why was he talking to you at all? Why was the Avengers tower in front of you? What exactly was happening right now? How come Tom Holland didn't know who Tom Holland was?
"Mr. Stark?.." you asked, faltering. "I-what?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you're alright (n/n)? I'm sure Mr. Stark won't mind if you're not feeling well."
This had to be a dream. It had to be. There was simply no way in hell that you had entered the MCU. You pinched yourself, nothing happened. At this point, you couldn't care less if it was a hallucination. Dream or not, you were talking to PETER MFING PARKER!!
You briefly wondered what age you were in this world. You looked down at your body and it seemed the exact same as when you were in your home world. So, 18. You wondered what part of the timeline you were in? Your eyes scanned Peter's face and decided that he looked the most like in Civil War so you deduced it was sometime around that.
"So...what did you think of Sokovia?" you asked, guessing it was around the time of Age of Ultron.
Peter looked surprised at the question. "It was horrible, why are you asking?"
You nodded.
So it was after Sokovia. Oh shit! Has Civil War happened?
“No reason. Ugh, just one more question. Or, two questions. Are the Avengers still working together?”
Now Peter looked even more confused. “Of course, why wouldn't they be?"
You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Um, no reason. Just really interested in the Avengers, ya know?"
Peter laughed. "Trust me, I know about your Avengers obsession. What was your other question?"
Aha! It seemed like even in this world, you were a fan. Good taste, me.
"Oh, yeah," excitement bubbled up in you. "Can I give you a hug?"
“Uh-sure.” Peter flushed slightly, his voice was a little higher than usual when he answered you. 
You laughed, AHHHH HE'S SO ADORABLE!!
You wasted no time and threw your arms around him. You almost screamed when you felt his arms wrap around you. You had no idea what you'd done to earn such an honor but you were thankful for it. Peter patted your back, and you moved away reluctantly. But then you thought of what he had said before, you worked for Tony Stank!!
Peter cleared his throat, a blush settling on his cheeks. "What was the hug for?"
Now, you had no idea what Peter was to you in this word, but guessed he was a close friend. You, having simped for almost all some of the Avengers, were not content with the friendzone. "What? I can't give a hottie a hug?"
Peter choked. "I-what? I mean-you're a hottie too?"
"Is that a question, Parker?" you teased him.
"No! You're a hottie too!" he said, trying to fix his questioning tone.
You laughed, so adorable. "It's fine, Peter. Just messing with you, I know I'm a hottie."
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You had no idea how you had gotten to this point. You were restrained in a dark room and had the sneaking suspicion a certain raven-haired god was behind it. You knew that Loki didn't appear again until Thor: Ragnarok after Thor: The Dark World when he fakes his death. You would've thought that he was busy ruling Asgard under the disguise of being Odin (FUCK ODIN HE'S A BITCH) but maybe he doesn't do that the entire time between the movies.
OH MY GOD I WAS KIDNAPPED BY LOKI AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
Your internal screaming was cut short when the god entered the room.
Holy shit. He's hotter in person.
"So, mortal." Loki said, distaste in his voice. "You are to be quiet and compliant."
You guessed he was waiting for the Avengers to come in and save you, so you were a hostage. 
Great job (y/n), you've been in this world for less than an hour and you've already been captured by Loki. 
You were slightly worried, knowing that Loki hasn't had all of his character development yet and embraced his role as an anti-hero. But you also knew that he was smart and would keep you alive because a hostage is only valuable while they're alive.
"Soooo, how's life hotstuff?" you said loudly. Internally you were freaking out because a) LOKI was holding you hostage and b) Loki was HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE!!
"Mortal, I told you to be quiet." Loki warned.
You smirked. "But I don't want tooooo. We can have a civilized conversation with each other, don'tcha think? Or you can let me go, that works too."
Loki sighed. "Leave it to a human to disobey the simplest rules."
"So, Loki," you said, "how's life in Asgard?"
A surprised look flashed across his face but was gone almost instantly. "And how would you know about that, mortal?"
You rolled your eyes. "You tried to take over Earth, you're pretty infamous, you know?"
Loki's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer to my question."
"I learned all that from watching TV and searching you up." 
Which was completely honest. You had watched Loki on TV which is where you learned about him, and you searched up most Marvel characters. But you were leaving out a couple of key details you hoped he wouldn't fish for. Because, you didn't have much faith in your deceiving skills when it came to lying to the man who faked his death like a million times.
Loki's expression went back to normal, but there was an emotion hiding in the depths of his green eyes. "I'll offer you a wonderful deal, human. You seem to be somewhat knowledgeable of me and if you can answer some questions about me, I will let you go.
Your eyes went wide. No way he was letting you go for a couple of measly answers about him. You knew something was up, with Loki, there was always a motive and you weren't very eager to find out what it was(that's a lie, you were really curious). But, you were a very knowledgeable simp. And freedom meant having the opportunity to meet more of your favorite heroes.
"Sounds easy," you said confidently.
Loki smirked, making you simultaneously swoon and become nervous. "We shall begin with the questions, then."
~~
"Easy, you're a momma's boy." you answered, cheering in your head. You knew you had gotten all of the answers correct so far, given the intrigued look on Loki's face.
Loki tilted his head. "How would you know that?"
You froze.
Unlike the other questions he had asked before that, you couldn't blame your knowledge of him on the News. He and Frigga never interacted on Earth(as far as anyone knew) and there was no mention of her by any humans so you shouldn't know.
"You just...give off that vibe," you said, laughing nervously. "You know?"
Loki mulled that answer over in his head. "You're quite an intriguing human."
He snapped his fingers, the ropes that were holding you to the chair loosened. You had a brief thought of, YES YES YES!! MAGICCCC!!!!, but then wiggled out of your restraints and stood up.
You looked at Loki, winking at him while trying to hide your nervousness. "It's been a pleasure, see ya, Hotstuff!"
His eyes bored into you, green irises sweeping over your frame. "The pleasure was all mine."
Then he gently grasped your hand and planted a soft kiss on it, winking up at you.
Your knees damn near went out.
You smiled back wobbly, barely managing to restrain yourself from screaming.
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Peter scanned the streets, eyes lighting up when he spotted your familiar figure. Quickly, he swung over to you and scooped you up in one swift movement. He had been so worried. You were acting strange before you had been snatched, and then it was like you had just disappeared and he had no idea where you were.
"Hey!" you said, then saw the person who had picked you up. "Wait a damn minute, Pe-Spider Man!"
You barely caught yourself from saying his name, not knowing if you were supposed to know his identity. Then you realized the predicament, you were swinging through the skyline of New York. You gulped when you saw the distance from you to the ground. But, that fear was quickly drowned out by excitement. You were swinging through the city with Peter Parker!! You whooped, laughing as the wind rushed by you. It was exhilarating and free and you loved it.
Your mind was a mixture of:
HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL!!
And:
AHHHH I'M BEING SWUNG THROUGH NEW YORK BY SPIDER MAN!!! THIS IS AWESOME!
“Where are we going, Spider Man?” you tried to yell over the noise of the wind. He glanced at you and held you tighter, swinging to a tall building in the distance.
Ah, we're going to Avengers Tower. But why? You thought back to the timeline, Peter doesn't start working with the Avengers until they start breaking up. Oh, earlier he said I work with the Avengers. Or at least I work for Tony Stark. Maybe because of that? Seems likely enough.
You watched as the tower got closer, enjoying the transportation. You tightened your arms around Peter slightly, giving him a hug mid-swing. You could only imagine the flush painting his cheeks red. Assuming he wasn't super worry-crazy. In which case, he'd be too preoccupied with your disappearance to blush.
You stumbled as you landed on the balcony of the Tower, Peter's arms supporting you. You smiled at him. "Thanks Spider Man, that was so cool!"
Peter saluted and swung away just in time for the door to the balcony to burst wide open.
You sent a lopsided grin to Tony Stark. "Sorry, I'm a little late for work."
The expression of relief on Tony's face struck a chord in your heart. Wow, (y/n) from here must be well-loved. You had the ridiculous urge to be jealous of the girl you replaced. But, was it really so ridiculous? She's friends with Spider Man AND she managed to make Tony Stark care about her. She must be one hell of a person.
"Where have you been, kid?" Tony gave you a hug. You were surprised, but hugged back enthusiastically. Who were you to turn down a hug from Iron Man?
"So?" Tony asked as the two of you walked into the building. He was in classic mom pose, one hand on his hip with a foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.
"Oh! I was on my way here with Peter Parker and then I was snatched and-"
The elevator opened and Peter ran out and tackled you in a hug.
"He insisted on coming up, saying he was Miss. (l/n)'s companion."
Your eyes lit up, FRIDAY!!!!!
You felt a brief sense of surprise but then remembered that after Age of Ultron, Tony uses FRIDAY rather than JARVIS.
"Ohmygodohmygodareyouok??" Peter had his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. The situation struck you again, making you laugh. THE Spider Man is asking if I'm ok!! Peter didn't wait for you to answer his inquiry and enveloped you in his embrace again. "Don't worry me like that, (n/n). You scared me."
Your smile softened and you pat him on the back as he hugs you. "It's ok, Peter. I'm ok."
Your eyes closed as you hugged him tightly, rubbing circles on his back to sooth him out of the panic he'd worked himself into.
Tony watched the whole ordeal with a knowing smile on his face, Peter is whipped.
"Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers are entering the room, they heard of Miss, (l/n)'s arrival."
Your eyes snapped open at the names. HOLY SHIT NATASHA ROMANOFF AND STEVE ROGERS ARE COMING IN HERE AND THEY KNOW ME TOO!!!!
The elevator doors dinged open again, letting in more people worried about you. They looked at you, concern in their eyes. Peter was still holding you tightly, so you could do nothing but wave at them.
"Move aside, 5-year-old. I wanna give her a hug too," Natasha said, staring at Peter until he let go of you. Part of you missed Peter's embrace but the rest of you was too caught up on the fact that Natasha Romanoff was about to hug you.
She wrapped her arms around you tightly. "You shouldn't scare us like that, babe. I think Stevie over there almost had a heart attack. You know how old he is, you'll stop his poor heart."
Steve glared at Natasha, his eyes softening when they landed on you. "All joking aside, you worried us. Are you okay, doll?"
You were positive you were in heaven. You had nicknames from Natasha, Steve, and Tony!! And you were best friends with Peter Parker!
"I'm okay, thanks Cap," you said.
Natasha released you from her embrace and you hurried over to Steve to give him a hug. His arms around you were the only things holding you up. 
You wouldn’t be surprised if you died from your heart exploding with happiness. First, the Natasha Romanoff hugged you and now Steve “Language!” Rogers did!
It was a dream come true.
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The celebration at the tower at the return of a well-loved person did not go unnoticed by a certain black-haired god. Green eyes swept over the scene playing out, intrigue growing in his being.
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judejazza · 2 months
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HEEEEELLOOOOO! I was wondering if you'd open more requests AND YAY! YOU DID! AHSIUEHSAEAS.
So pretty please with a cherry on top: Ikevamp Isaac + stargazing + sfw! Because sometimes I just wanna hold him close and squeeze him in a bear hug until he's wheezing! 🤍🤍🤍
HELLOOOOOOO I had so much fun writing this, it's so cute, Newt is so cute, and stargazing is ONE OF MY PASSIONS AHHHH honestly, I had wanted to write something like this in a while but I was always hesitant so thank you for giving me the PERFECT excuse to write it!!!
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If someone had told you months ago that at some point in the future you’d be spending your evenings in 19th century Paris, wrapped in a blanket with a cup of hot tea in your hands while the Sir Isaac Newton set up his telescope, you’d likely have laughed at them.
And yet, here you are.
And here he is, too. His hands diligent and quick, yet careful in their precision as he fits together his invention. It’s cold enough out that his breath comes in condensation and you sip your tea as you watch him; eyes flicking between the intense concentration on his face, and his hands, long fingers and how practiced they are. It’s times like this he truly shines like the stars he admires. When he gets to share his passions with you, when you’re here, willing despite the cold and the late time, to be at his side and listen to him.
“You’re cold, aren’t you?” he frowns, glancing up. Guilt is written all on his face and you shake your head raising the cup of hot tea and wrapping the blanket around you more. “Tell me if you are.”
“I am okay, Isaac,” you say softly, moving closer to him. “You need to drink your tea and stay warm, too.”
He pauses, eyes flicking down to the forgotten mug he’d used to pin down some papers to stop them blowing away any time the wind blew. “Oh. Right.”
You notice his cheeks seem to burn, one of his hands comes up to tug on his hair before he clears his throat, snatches up the mug and downs the contents- “Ah-”
“It’s hot, Isaac!” You say quickly, rushing towards him. “Did you burn yourself?”
“N-no, I’m quite alright, I-” he sticks his bottom lip out, despite his words it must have been unpleasant and his eyes shine with the desire to be looked after, even though he says differently. Always a contrarian. He clears his throat, stepping away and motioning to the telescope. “Here.”
“Isaac,” you pause. “I have no idea what I’m looking at.”
“You will,” he replies quickly, gently placing a hand on your elbow to urge you forward. He takes the mug from your hands, his skin brushing yours enough to send warmth to your cheeks. “That’s what I’m here for.”
As you peer through the device you let out a slight gasp. It’s not the first time you’ve seen the sky as he does, but as always it’s beauty astounds you. So many points of light, many more than you could have ever seen with your eyes; and so many colours. Blues, reds, yellows — honestly, you’ve no idea what any of it means, or where to look first but you don’t want to look away at all.
“Like this,” his voice comes gently, perhaps he’s trying not to disturb you — yet if you were to look at his face right now, you’d see a tenderness there, a love shining for you as he watches your face light up in a way which causes his heart to thrum. His hand rests gently on your waist, and you stiffen briefly, before he takes your hand and guides you in how to move the telescope.
“What am I looking for…?”
“Anything that takes your interest.”
“Isaac?”
He clears his throat and removes his hands and you note that you feel colder in the places he had once touched. Right. Stars. Not Isaac. Unfortunately. Honestly, you were content to watch him as he lit up, as he shined and sparkled and came alive with his passions, with the things that made him who he is — but he’s sharing his life with you in a way that somehow feels far, far more intimate than the joining of bodies and skin against skin.
“You’ll never discover a love of science if you’re always looking at it through others eyes.”
You briefly break away to look at him, eyes wide with shock at the rather profound sentence. Isaac looks away instantly, one hand tucked into his pocket and the other tugging at his hair. His gaze is dropped, but when he glances up at you to see if you’ve turned your attention back to the sky, a small smile alights onto his lips which you mirror.
“I’ll give it a go.”
“When you find something interesting, I’ll have a look and explain it.”
In the back of your mind you wonder how that’s actually going to work out; he’s far too intelligent for his own good, and when he gets going you have no idea about half of what he’s saying. Your mind wanders as you look at the stars, stopping every now and then to murmur your amazement. Perhaps you could find a rudimentary book to read while he works, something to give you a basic understanding so you can properly talk with him about the things he likes. You know he doesn’t mind, that if you so asked him, he’d try and explain it as simply as possible — but you can’t help but feel that’s simply a shame. It feels like holding him back, like caging a great lion and still expecting it to be king of the beasts. Isaac deserves to be free in his passions, to talk uninhibited about his work — and you want to understand him. Not just for him, it honestly is fascinating and it’s a once in a life time chance. After all, in the future, cities and towns are so built up that seeing the stars so clearly would never happen unless you went out entirely where civilisation didn’t.
You wonder briefly whether Isaac would like the future or not. He’d have no ability to walk out and simply gaze up from the garden, yet all t he advances in science and technology, all the discoveries and research — you can’t help but imagine he’d be much like a kid in a candy store. He’d have no clue where to start.
“Oh, what’s this?” you ask, stopping on a patch of a beautiful bright blue. It looks almost like an ocean in the sky, and you forget that you need to step aside for Isaac to see, far too enraptured by such a sight.
“Hmm,” he hums beside you, standing so close you can feel his warmth. He absently fixes the blanket around your shoulders, and as you stand up you see him craning his neck up. “That constellation is Cassiopeia,” he points and you follow his finger to the W shape he makes.
“I see it.”
“Good-” he pauses, quickly peering through the telescope himself. It doesn’t take him more than a few moments to let out a sound of acknowledgement. “That is the Heart Nebula.”
“It’s beautiful,” you murmur, trying to find a trace of it in the sky with your own eyes.
“Quite,” he agrees. “Ionised Oxygen and sulphur are responsible for the blue colours you see, and at its core are many hot stars which create stellar winds and dictate its shape.”
So far, you can follow along and you nod, now more intent on watching him as he focuses on his explanation. “It has a partner, look-”
His hand on your waist again, Isaac guides you back to peer through the eyepiece. Instead of blues and oranges, now you find an intense red which again makes your breath catch in your throat. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Yes, she is- it is. It!”
“Should I be jealous?” you ask, a slight teasing tone as you move to look at him.
“Absolutely not,” he says quickly, bristling at the slight pout to your voice. He’s entirely missed that you’re teasing him, and you resist the urge to laugh a little at how indignant he looks. “All the stars in the sky together could never be as beautiful as you.”
Oh.
You hadn’t expected him to say that, and not quite so matter-of-factly — and the way he freezes, his mouth opening and closing and his eyes wide, he apparently hadn’t expected it to fall from his lips, either.
“I-I… what I mean is, I— well… I- that is to say… well,….”
Unable to resist much longer, you wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Isaac. I love you, too.”
“You-” he gasps, and you rather wish it was daytime so you could see how his face turns as red as the object in the sky you’d just been viewing. “I… well….”
“I’ll stop teasing you now, if you want.”
Yet, as you go to pull away, his arm remains firm enough on your waist that you can barely get an inch between the two of you. Not that you mind, any space from him is too much and you always welcome closeness with him. He’s warm, and as you move to look up at him your vision is filled with pink, a colour far more beautiful than anything you could see in the sky, and as Isaac’s soft lips press to yours, you can’t help but feel as if there isn’t a single thing in the world that could come close to being as precious as he is. He’s warm and kind, and you doubt you could live forever and a day and ever feel as loved as you do with Isaac.
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