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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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So, you're the newest addition to Task Force 141 and you Make a Move on one of the boys. How will they react?

Johnny Soap MacTavish: With utter glee. "Took ya long enough, lass! Thought you'll never shoot your shot!" He'll announce with amusement. Our perky Scotsman is an absolute Sexpot - and he knows it. He is also a master of Living in the Moment aka Seizing the Day. Rules and regulations be damned. "So what do you say?" He'll ask, filling your personal space with all that muscle and clasping those strong hands around your waist. "Wanna go on a date first…" Johnny wiggles his painterly eyebrows. "...Or shall we skip to the good part?"

Ghost: When you confessed that you'd like to spend some time with him in private, he didn't seem thrilled. As is usual case with Ghost, he didn't seem like caring one way or another. All you got in the way of a reaction was his hand, holding the cigarette and now stilled halfway to his mouth. He threw you one of his Stares - Simon Riley's eyes are as beautiful as they are cryptic, you've never been able to read those dark peepers surrounded by white, seemingly frosted eyelashes of dizzying length. Then he muttered something under his breath and walked away. You didn't hear a word from him for the next three days, apart from work orders anyway. Disappointment and embarrassment tormented you in turns. You were silently cursing your big, reckless mouth. On the fourth day he approached you as if nothing had ever happened and said: "Allright". "Allright what, Sir?.." You asked, dumbfounded. "I agree. We should fuck."

Gaz: Oh, this beautiful boy. Out of the whole squad he's probably the one best adapted to Living in a Society. He reacts as any sensible man would: with a charming smile, a proud, joyful gleam in his eye, a trace of a blush almost. "Gosh, Private, really…Me? Well, girl, you got outstanding taste." "Don't I know it," you answer boldly. "Look, babe," he says in a hushed voice, coming closer and putting his hands on your shoulders, "Cap will rip my head off and piss in my neck if he finds out that I'm fooling around with a subordinate...so we're gonna have to be extra careful, 'kay? Can you promise me that?" You nod enthusiastically. This is so exciting!

Captain Price: So you like to live dangerously. There is no safe way that you can Put the Moves on your commander. You know that...right? On the other hand - if you're gonna break the rules, break them hard and break them for good. Tell him that you desire him. That you can't stop thinking about him. Pick a moment when the rest of the guys won't be within a kilometer radius. Say your line and look into those hard, cloudy sky-coloured eyes which have just grown big and round with shock. "Kid," says Price, his voice suddenly a little breathy, which is oh so hot: "Are you out of your goddamn mind?" "Only for you, Sir." Flutter those eyelashes. Come on, lay it on thick. It's been some time since anyone has thrown themselves at the old man. He will sigh the mother of all sighs, then drag one hand across his tired face. "I am you commanding officer." "That you are, Sir." He will come closer, both hands behind his back. Then he'll reach out and gently, oh, so gently touch your cheekbone. "You do realize tha' I could tell you to pack up and send your arse home?" His voice is very meticulously level, but you can feel the volcano bubbling underneath. "I do, Sir. But I just couldn't live a lie. I want you." That boldness will earn you another sigh - this time more ragged. He'll trace his finger over your upper lip, say: "Well fuck me sideways..." like a man who has just experienced a miracle - and then John Price will embrace you in a kiss, shameless, deep and hungry.

This man has been criminally touch starved. Congratulations, you'll have your hands full from now on. Not to mention your…other regions.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 8 months

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Hi! , can I get a Travis fluff where he takes care of the kids by himself to give the reader time to herself maybe ..

Baby Laylah had only been in the world for a full 48 hours and the entire Kelce crew was already so in love. The family felt more complete than you ever thought was possible, and you couldn't wait to bring her home and enjoy this new phase of life.

While you were resting at the hospital with Laylah, getting your strength back up before you headed home in a couple of days, Travis was taking care of things back home with Alex and Savannah.

The house was uncharacteristically quiet for an late morning, Alex playing with his toys while Savannah took a nap, allowing Travis to clean up and do some laundry. He wanted everything to be perfect when you came home, so you didn't even get the chance to worry about anything besides yourself and the new baby.

"Daddy?" Alex found Travis in the laundry room as he was putting a load into the dryer. "What's up, bud?"

"When is Mama coming back?" Alex had the hardest time leaving you at the hospital yesterday afternoon. He's attached at your hip at this age, and he was in tears as Travis carried him to the car, asking if you were coming home with them.

"She'll be back in two days, Bubs. She has to stay with the doctors for a while so they can make sure she and baby sister are healthy."

Alex tipped his head to the side, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Is she sick?" Travis shook his head, picking Alex up as he walked to the living room. "No Bubs, she had a baby. Remember she we talked about Mama having a baby in her belly? Well now baby sister gets to come home and live with us."

"But I already have a sister. I don't need another one." Travis chuckled, rolling into full laughter when he saw how serious Alex was.

"Two sisters are way better than one. You have more sisters to play with, and another sister to love. We'll go visit Mama in a couple hours and you'll get to meet baby sister for the first time."

Alex jumped down from the couch, running over to his toy basket to pull out a teddy bear.

"Can I give this to baby sister? I don't play with it anymore, and I want to give her a present."

"Yeah, little man. That's a great idea. We can also get Mama some flowers before we go to the hospital. I know she'll love that."

****

You had just finished your last feeding when you heard the door open, Alex running into the hospital room. "Mama!" He bounced up and down on his feet at the side of your bed.

"Hi, my sweet boy! How are you?" Travis trailed behind him carrying a sleepy Savannah in his arms. "She fell asleep on the way here." He helped Alex onto the bed with his free arm. "Careful bud, Mama is still healing."

You peppered kisses all over Alex's face, making him giggle as he fell into your arms. "I missed you so much Bud. What did you guys do at home today? I wanna hear everything." Travis pulled a chair up to your bed, kissing you on the forehead as he sat down.

"Well, this morning we had breakfast, watched a little Paw Patrol, and then we did some laundry." You looked at both of them wide eyed. "Daddy did some laundry? Is it my birthday today?" You joked, making Travis laugh as he rolled his eyes. "You're too funny."

Alex was restless, sitting back on his heels as he looked around the room. "Can I see baby sister?I brought her a present."

"Of course baby. Travis could you get Lay?" Travis placed Savannah in your lap and got up to wheel Laylah's bassinet over to the family. She was a little milk drunk, her eyelashes fluttering as everyone looked at her.

"Oh, she's so beautiful!" Alex whispered, cupping his cheeks in adoration. "She looks just like Mama." Travis agreed, smiling at you. You felt your cheeks heat up, your face flushing as you winked at him.

"I brought her a toy." Alex pulled the teddy bear out of his backpack, handing it to you. "Oh Alex, this is so sweet. I know she's going to love it so much. Thank you, baby."

"We also get you something, babe. Alex picked them out." Travis handed you a huge bouquet of flowers, a combination of orchids, roses, and some of your other favorite flowers. You felt your eyes start to tear up as you took in the beautiful gesture, placing them on the side table. "Thank you both so much. I love both of the gifts from my guys."

Alex crawled over to you, noticing you had started crying. "Mama, why are you crying? Are you sad?"

You grazed his chin, pulling him gently into your lap. "No, I am so happy, Bubba. I've got everything I could ever want right now." You looked at Travis who was on the verge of tears himself. He grabbed your hand, squeezing your fingers to reassure you.

#travis kelce #travis kelce fanfiction #travis kelce fanfic #travis kelce imagine #traviskelce #travis kelce x reader #nfl fanfic #nfl fanfiction #nfl imagine

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mamawasatesttube · 3 months

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#25 for the gentle prompts, maybe? :D

25. "You can sit on my lap."

By the fifth time Tim shifts his weight, leans on his staff, and heaves a sigh more explosive than Mount St. Helens, Kon has just about had it. The stubborn set to Tim's jaw means he doesn't want Kon to point out that he's clearly tired, but also, uh, the idiot is clearly tired, and it's getting a little ridiculous.

"Rob."

Tim holds up an imperious finger. "Don't say anything. I'm fine."

Kon rolls his eyes. "We're probably gonna be stuck up here for stakeout purposes for, like, at least another hour or two. You might as well make it easier on both of us."

Tim gives him a mildly dirty look. It's probably supposed to be worse than mildly dirty, but despite himself, Tim hasn't been able to stop looking at Kon with, like, heart eyes, ever since his resurrection and return. Even when they're bickering like they did as kids. It... it gets Kon, sometimes. He tries not to think about it too hard.

"I'm fine," Tim repeats stubbornly. He folds his arms over his chest and stares down at the warehouse they're watching. "I'm fully capable of finishing the stakeout."

Oh, for the love of—

Kon leans over and bonks him on top of his cowled head. "Yeah, I wasn't disputing that, dumbass."

Tim stiffens for a second. Then he heaves another huge sigh, his shoulders slumping. "...Sorry," he mutters, scuffing one boot against the wet rooftop; a pebble goes skittering off towards the edge. "I, uh... sometimes get all defensive and kinda grouchy when I'm tired."

Both amused and endeared, Kon snorts. "Yeah, trust me, I've noticed." He lightly tugs at Tim's cape. "You've been on your feet for hours. Why not sit for a bit at least?"

Tim glances down at the wet rooftop and makes a face. It's been raining on and off since afternoon faded into evening, and Kon has to concede the point; stakeout or not, that's not the coziest place to chill. Sitting in a puddle might mean Tim's poor ass gets hypothermic—literally, his ass. Yikes.

Well, easy solution. Kon hops up onto an invisible recliner and leans back comfortably, then holds out his arms. "C'mere. You can sit in my lap."

For the second time in as many minutes, Tim freezes for half a heartbeat. Kon can hear his heart rate kick up a notch, can hear the breath catch in his throat, can hear his eyelashes brush the insides of the lenses in his cowl as he blinks rapidly.

Even behind the cowl, the look on his face is still as fond as ever. It does things to Kon's heart, too, if he's being honest.

"...Yeah, okay," Tim says. It's several seconds too late to be casual, but both of them politely don't acknowledge that.

Kon tugs him into his lap, winds his arms around his waist, and wraps his TTK around him for extra security. Tim sighs again, softer this time. He's stiff for a moment, but when Kon doesn't start screaming about cooties or whatever, he relaxes incrementally, muscle by muscle. Finally, after several heartbeats, his head comes to rest against Kon's.

Oh, Kon thinks. Oh.

This is nice.

Oh, no.

"Um. Thanks," Tim mutters. His heart is definitely beating faster. His fingers curl into Kon's jacket. Fuck, Kon likes that—he likes that a lot. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

"Anytime, Rob," he answers, way more casually than Tim managed, if he does say so himself. "Make yourself comfy. You barely weigh anything to me anyways."

"Mn." Tim goes quiet, but after a moment, he does slip his arm around Kon's shoulders, and... that's really nice, too.

"I guess we should keep watching for our guy to come out of there, huh." Kon forces his attention away from Tim and back down to the warehouse. They're on a mission here. He can't just get distracted by... by... canoodling.

"Yeah," Tim agrees, and—is Kon imagining it, or is there a note of reluctance somewhere deep down in his voice? "I guess we should."

#answers #kobopz #timkon #bit of pining from the slow melt :) i love when they melt into dating without noticing it i really do #tim #kon #rimi writes

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estrellami-1 · 10 months

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For steddie prompts, what about….Eddie introducing Steve to the band!

Maybe they’ve been quietly together for a while and Eddie finally feels ready to be more public. BUT he’s dating “king” Steve. How will his friends react?

Feel free to skip if you’ve written something similar ❤️

Ooh okay I LOVE this idea. Please keep in mind I know nothing about the band or how to do their voices so. Like I’m only 84% sure it’s Gareth, Jeff and Freak. Whom I’m naming Frank. Also I don’t remember who coined Emerson as Gareth’s last name but yes you are correct and I’m stealing it please and thank you.

“Hey, uh, guys?” Eddie coughs, turning around to face the rest of the band. “Listen, you, uh. You’ve been really cool, about the whole framed for murder thing, and the whole…” he wiggles his fingers, signifying everything he can’t talk about. “All of it. And, uh. There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Gareth shares a look with Jeff. “We know, man. You’re seeing someone.”

Eddie blinks. “How?”

“You smile, like, all the time, dude. It’s kinda concerning. Your face is gonna get stuck like that.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie says, but he’s laughing. “Shit, man. It’s that obvious?”

“Kinda,” Jeff agrees.

“At least it is to us,” Frank adds. “We know you, man.”

“Listen,” Gareth says. “Whoever this person is. Do they make you happy?”

Eddie pulls a piece of hair across his face. “Yeah,” he murmurs.

“He’s blushing!” Jeff crows. Eddie flips him off.

Gareth flaps his hands at both of them. “Shut up! Children, both of you! Eddie!” He grasps Eddie’s shoulders. “They treat you well?”

“Better than I thought I deserved.”

“Goddamn,” Frank mutters. “Where do I find someone like that?”

“Right here,” Jeff croons, batting his eyelashes and leaning in. Frank, unimpressed, pokes his forehead with a drumstick.

“I work with children,” Gareth mutters, which is funny considering he’s the youngest in their ragtag group. Eddie chooses not to mention it. “Listen, man, we’re not gonna care. Man, woman, somewhere in between, as long as they make you happy.”

“Exactly,” Jeff adds. “As long as it’s not, like, Jason Carver or some shit.”

“Or a kid,” Frank points out. Eddie makes a face.

“God, no, never. To either of those. Listen, just. He’s changed, alright? Can you trust that?”

Gareth and Jeff share another look. Jeff steps closer. “You’re the best judge of character we know, Eddie. If you say he’s changed, we’ll do our best to listen.”

“Okay,” Eddie says. “Because he, uh. He’s gonna come pick me up today.”

Frank hits the hi-hat, letting it rattle. “You’re shitting me. We’re gonna meet him?”

Eddie nods, pulling another piece of hair in front of his face.

“Oh, man,” Jeff says. “You’re gone on this dude. Can you tell us anything about him?”

Eddie bites his lip. “I mean, you’re about to see him. But during the whole… everything. He saved my life more than once.”

“Then we owe him a whole lot,” Gareth says seriously.

Eddie smiles at his friends. “Thanks, guys. Alright, back to practice, Frank, count us in!”

Towards the end of practice, a car pulls up. Eddie doesn’t notice, he’s got his eyes closed, focused on what he’s playing. Jeff and Gareth give each other another look.

Steve Harrington steps out.

Frank misses a beat.

Eddie turns around, brow furrowed in question, then turning back to the front and grinning when he sees Steve walk up.

The song’s barely over before Eddie’s putting his guitar down and practically launching himself at Steve, who laughs and wraps his arms around Eddie. “Hey, Eds.”

“Stevie,” Eddie murmurs, hugging him tighter before just as suddenly releasing him and turning to the rest of the band. “Steve, these are the guys. Gareth, Jeff and Frank. Guys, Steve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve, Eddie’s said literally only good things about you. Today.” Gareth offers him a hand, and he accepts, laughing.

“Yeah, we’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, but he never did it. I finally realized I’d have to actually come up here if he’s ever gonna do it.”

Jeff frowns, cutting his eyes over to Eddie. “You wanted to tell us, though?”

“Yes, definitely! It was my idea, actually, just. You know how my brain is about things sometimes.”

Steve frowns, poking Eddie’s head. “Be nice.”

Eddie pretends to bite at Steve’s retreating finger. “To who? I am!”

“To yourself,” Steve laughs.

“Oh,” Eddie says, then grins slyly. “Why would I, when I have you to do it for me?”

Steve grins back. “Because if you don’t,” he starts, finishing by whispering something in Eddie’s ear that has him gasping.

“You wouldn’t.”

“See, that’s your choice, isn’t it?”

Eddie frowns. “You’re mean.” But he leans into Steve’s side anyways.

“Eddie,” Frank says, “how in the hell did you get together with your high school crush?”

“Aw, you had a crush on me?” Steve says happily. “How embarrassing.”

“We’re dating, Steve.”

He just shrugs. “Still.”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “To answer your question, Frank…” he locks eyes with Steve, and they both start giggling. “Threaten him in a boat shed?”

“Try to get him back with his ex?”

Eddie groans, hiding his face in Steve’s shoulder. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Probably not.”

“Somehow I have more questions now than I started with,” Frank says, “and I’m scared of what the answers might be.”

“Hey,” Gareth says suddenly, loud enough Steve and Eddie jump apart. “What the hell are you thinking, man?” He addresses Eddie, walking past them to the mouth of the garage. He doesn’t miss the way Steve angles himself in front of Eddie, trying to protect him. Good. He shuts the garage door. “You know how nosy my neighbors are, man, you can’t just do whatever you want! If people see-”

“Shit, man,” Eddie says, relaxing. “You’re right. Sorry. Thank you.”

“I’m happy for you,” he says, noting the way Steve’s shoulders go down. “But you’ve gotta be careful, man, we just got you back.”

“I know,” Eddie says. “You’re right.”

Gareth smiles, then. “Let’s go inside. You know my mom made lemonade, and I think we all want to hear how exactly this happened.” He smirks, gesturing at Steve and Eddie.

“You guys go ahead,” Eddie tells them. “I’d like to say hi to him first.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, moving towards the door. “I’m coming back out here in two minutes,” he warns.

He gives them ten.

#I haven’t written anything like this before actually #but it was a lot of fun #even with not knowing how three of them are supposed to sound lol #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #writing #asks #prompts #starambles

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aliypop · 4 months

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Trying to Get To You

Word Count: 1,328

Writers Note: A one-shot Idea that I got from reading the book Destined to Die Young, forgive me if it's choppy recovering from a mental breakdown. And I also came back from Graceland for my birthday so expect more fics!

Warning: Fluffy

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1955 the year of the Iconic Sun Records tour, When Elvis becomes restless there's only person he can pour his heart into.

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October 9th 1955

"That's the fourth time today you brought up cannibalizing me!"

"Should I be worried?"

These were just some of the odd conversations that Cecelia Valmos, lead singer of The Garnets, had to hear on the merger tour with the greats of Sun Records. The tour would only be a week long in Texas, which didn't sound bad. After all, there was Daphane and Rosa, Scotty and Billy, Johnny Cash, Wanda Jackson, June Carter and.

"ELVIS!"

"Aw hell, Wha-What now!"

"You're talking my ear off, and we haven't even left outta Tennessee!" Rosa sighed. She was supposed to sit next to Cecelia, but Rosa found her way next to Scotty,

"Can't you talk to Cece?" Rosa asked as Elvis had turned bright red. He had wanted to, but she seemed all tied up in Johnny Cash. Her batting eyelashes and her laughter made him sick with envy.

"I gotta admit, isn't he cute?" Cecelia beamed,

"Who?"

"Elvis." Cecelia giggled,

"I'm worried about you, kid. Real worried." Johnny laughed, ruffling up her curls. Johnny and Cecelia had been close friends, nothing too scandalous, unlike Elvis and June, who had a few resting sessions, at least from what Rosa told her. "Says the man, too chicken to talk to June." She nudged him.

"I am not. It's just, Fella's don't cross lines."

"Mhmm... You're just afraid she'll like you."

"And you're afraid Elvis likes you too." Cecelia had fallen silent when he said that.

"He's wrapped up in other affairs." She sighed, watching him sit next to June, the two laughing, and his hand on her thigh as both Johnny and Cecelia groaned,

"So you don't think I'm crazy?"

"Elvis, I trust that everything you do has a reason," June said, giggling at Elvis.

"So..."

"Talk to her. Besides, you two would make a cute little couple." June watched as he was jittery. His leg was shaking, and he was tapping his fingers on the side of the bus in a rhythm.

"You wouldn't get mad."

"Got my eye on someone myself." Her eyes landed on Johnny Cash as Elvis smiled,

"Think you two would do nicely together."

"Hey, we're stopping for gas, so if y'all wanna stretch, here's the chance." Sitting by herself on a bench was Cecelia. She had a notepad full of songs as she was writing away. Cecelia would draw, but everything she'd draw was, "So you talk to Elvis yet?" Scotty asked as Cecelia looked up at him,

"Why does everyone want me to talk to him so bad?"

"Well... Cause-"

"Scotty, they want us back on the bus!" Rosa shouted. Scotty had left, and there stood Cecelia walking towards the bus, "Please talk to him." He whispered. When they got back on, everyone else had begun to go back to minding their business, from practicing songs. Or even listening to music on the radio. But Cecelia had her sights on Elvis, who was strumming his guitar and singing with his band. Even when he wasn't close to her, she was enchanted,

"So I was thinkin maybe we speed it up a bit?" Cecelia looked at Daphane and Rosa,

"We're not doing a new song." Ross rolled her eyes,

"Why not?"

"They wanna hear hits, not new stuff," Daphane said as she agreed with Rosa. Maybe she was right, stick to the plans, and the rest would soon follow.

"Hey, Cece, you got a minute!"

Cecelia turned to hear Elvis call her name, but Daphane turned her attention to tuning her guitar. When the evening had turned to nightfall; everyone had dinner. Cecelia sat watching everyone fall asleep one by one, all except for one particular and peculiar man.

"Something wrong, Pres.." she asked, looking from her Jay Garrick comic book.

"No, just uh... is this seat taken?" He asked as Cecelia looked up at him.

"Not at all." Cecelia smiled, patting the seat next to her. Elvis had sat down as he tried to look out the window, then back at her, then back to the starry landscape.

"Excited for the tour?" He was trying to make small talk, but he didn't want to bore her like he did everyone else.

"Nervous, really. If it weren't for the paint on my nails, I'd have bit them clean off!" She laughed,

"I already bit mine off." He chuckled. His leg was shaking again, and his hands were tapping as Cecelia grinned,

"I see you got music in you."

"Huh?"

"Either that or I make you nervous?" she leaned in jokingly as his heart began to pound out of his chest.

"Cece, you don't make me nervous, not one bit." Her hand was holding his as she laid her head on his shoulder. His face was red, but he felt like he could share his whole world with her,

"Do you believe in love?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? I mean, I sing about it." Cecelia said,

"We all do, but one day, do you think you'll fall in love with someone," Elvis asked as Cecelia was now looking at him.

"I would hope I do," she smiled, "This world is crazy, and I don't want to go through it alone."

"Even if it's not me..." He mumbled,

"What makes you say that, Pres..." Her eyes looked deep into those blue diamond eyes. They were big and mesmerizing.

"I-I-I saw you talkin to Johnny and..."

"You got jealous?" She asked as Elvis turned from her. Cecelia was now lying in his lap. He hadn't noticed until her hand brushed his face to look at her.

"A little..."

"I did, too." She giggled, "I mean June, Is beautiful. If I were a guy, I'd rest with her." Cecelia laughed as Elvis blushed,

"You knew about that?!"

"Rosa..."

"That little..."

"Hey!" Cecelia playfully shoved him as he laughed. Elvis had traced her features. He'd always loved her nose. For once, he was distracted, and it was the good kind. Taking in the look in her eyes, he felt at ease.

"Anyone ever tells you. You're beautiful?" Elvis asked. Cecelia's face got warm, and her body felt tingly.

"Do you say that to all the girls?" She giggled as Elvis blushed. He didn't mean to say that, or maybe he did.

"Nah, I call them pretty." He laughed back,

"Say, can I ask you something?" Cecelia asked. Elvis felt the wind knock right out of him. He was nervous, but he gave her a nod and listened to what she had to ask.

"How would one know if they have a crush on someone?"

"Oh, easy." Elvis smiled, his fingers in her hair, watching her eyes flutter, "You can't stop thinkin' about 'em. When you're near 'em, you feel all shook up inside, and sometimes you just want to-" he stopped talking as Cecelia looked at him, his eyes focused on her lips and then her eyes again,

"You want to what." The air from her lungs was gone, as her eyes were closed shut from the passion. Her fingers were in his dark hair, messing up his trademark style. There was a whimper of want from Cecelia as he pulled away slowly.

"Kiss you.." catching his breath as she sat up and was sitting in his lap.

"Then kiss me." she licked his lip, "Please."

As the night continued, the two embracing each other, Elvis and Cecelia were in a haze of love. Though neither had said anything, their smiles told it all,

"So... Do you think Jay Garrick could beat Captain Marvel Jr. "

"Hell no!" Elvis smirked, "He's got more powers!"

"Captain Marvel Jr. has three powers. Jay has fourteen, which automatically makes him better!" Cecelia smirked back as Elvis laughed hard,

"It does not make him better." his laughter ruptured through the bus.

"But it does!"

" PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!" Rosa shouted, throwing her shoe at them as the two dodged it.

"Then go to sleep then!" Cecelia and Elvis both shouted.

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #elvis the pelvis #african american 1950s #1950s elvis #cecelia valmos #poc oc #Elvis x Poc oc #Spotify

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drksanctuary · 9 months

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Nicobaster: Soulmates/games

For day two I did a collaboration with @thomas-life and we did a combination of both prompts:

And a hastily written and edited little excerpt for ya:

Alabaster sifts through the last of what must've been 30 decks of Mythomagic cards.

"Ah! Found him.! Aevin Lackluster: Master Spellcaster. Edition 4. From the Medieyval Myth campaign. He was and perhaps still is my favorite from that series. A lot of the other editions didn't have actual characters...so it was exciting at the time." Alabaster shrugs non-chalantly but his eyes are practically beaming at the card. As if he's holding a literal piece of his childhood self. And Maybe he is.

Nico grins at him from his seat on the floor. He's hunched over his own mess of cards, looking much like a dragon guarding its hoard of treasure. Cards haphazardly spill out from under his legs emphasizing just how many he has... Alabaster briefly wonders where he had he been keeping them all.

"Not a bad card," Nico agrees, "but he's nothing compared to Myra Darkweave, Necromancer Queen, also from Edition 4." Nico holds up one of the cards, and turns it to face Alabaster. She holds a skull in one hand. Her crown is either silver or bone, and around her neck is a familiar green necklace.

Alabaster examines it. Myra’s picture is one that mostly displays Purple,red and black. But the small splash of green stands out.

“Huh, May I?” He reaches out to take the card.

Nico holds it out for Alabaster to take and feigns scandalized gasp, "You don't have her card? how can you call yourself a fan?"

Alabaster plucks the card from Nico's fingers, careful not to bend or rip it.

"She never came up in the packs I had." He says, shaking his head. "I could only get what I could steal"

Nico continues smirking at him.

Al rolls his eyes. "So annoying" he says. /but attractive/ he thinks.

Nico snorts and starts picking through his cards, organizing them by...color? Alabaster raises an eyebrow at the choice, but seeing as in order to play they'd have to shuffle them anyway he supposes its as good a way as any.

Nico speaks without looking at him, that insufferable smug look refusing to leave his face, "I got a lot of my cards in the Lotus hotel." The smirk drops a little but come back full force a moment later, "I won them by beating the older kids" he snickers, "they were so mad getting bean by a 10 year old...its one of my greatest accomplishments." He preens.

"So you've always been this maddening?" Alabaster quips, as he compares their favorite cards side by side. Imagining Nico as a 10 year old sends shivers down his spine...shivers of dread. They'd probably have hated eachother.

Or perhaps they'dve been friendly Rivals. Alabaster remembers himself at 12.../nah probably enemies actually/. He chuckles to himself and diverts his attention back to the cards and Myra’s green necklace. The pattern and design of it is unmistakable. He looks over to Aevin's card to see that he is wearing that same green necklace.

"D'you...." Alabaster considers. He doesn't remember the lore concerning that particular item. Which is maddening considering he usually knows these things offhand. Was it part of some group?

"Look at this" Al continues. "They both have the same necklace... I can't recall what it signifies... do you know what it's for?"

Nico pauses in his organizing to look at the cards, beautiful dark eyes focusing under thick eyelashes. Alabaster bites the inside of his lip to recenter himself, so he doesn't just start staring at Nico Di Angelo like a looney.

"I think I remember that it was some sort of gift?" Nico shrugs, "or a prize?" Or was it a prized-posession? Nico hates being dyslexic, but honestly he was also 10 when he tried to read it so his memory might be faulty.

Alabaster hums. "I see. Well!" He whips out his trusty enchanted glasses that help him read. "Maybe I can look it up."

He pulls out an mythomagic handbook that is so worn that Nico might've mistaken it for an ancient artifact.

He flips through tissue thin pages. "Ah, here we are" Aevin's necklace was made by him, he carved protection runes on the back of the pendant to keep the wearer safe. (Plus 5 defense and plus 2 evasion). So it's a protection necklace...but why is it..." Alabaster’s eyes travel to a small fact box on the side of the page. "When he got married he gifted it to his beloved wife...Myra Darkweave. Who gave him her bracelet in exchange. To solidify them as soulmates through the ages..."

Alabaster looks over to Nico. /what a coincidence/ he thinks. That those two are their favorites...

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Braid and flowers

tags: Siegfried centric. I just really wanted a soft Sieg with flowers sob. Hinted at the end Siegfried x reader/danchou.

When Siegfried arrived at the Dragon Knights's meeting chatter stopped all of a sudden. Lancelot looks at him with wide eyes while Vane is smiling at him. Percival looks like he wants to say something, the annoyance is clearly dripping from his expression, his nose curled up like a kitty but he decides to click his tongue and go back to the topic they were previously discussing about.

So what caused these reactions?

It's because of Siegfried new hairstyle; a soft braid expertly intertwined with fresh flowers. Some strands fall free on the man's face making Siegfried look ethereal. It's a look that suits him, not that it is hard when you look like an Adonis the second you wake up, but it enhances his beauty. He talks with the other knights about the current expenses and how to improve the other soldiers' training not minding the other knights staring a bit too long his hair.

"Let's take a break!" Vane proposes when the sun starts setting, already pulling toward the table fresh baked goods he brought from home. Nobody has the heart to refuse, not even Percival that usually prefers to finish the job and just then take a break. Vane is also the first one to question the elephant in the room for the relief of his colleagues.

"Oh this? One of the trainees made it, he told me there is a celebration in town-" Siegfried starts to explain how a harvin trainee wouldn't stop looking at his hair so Siegfried asked him if there was anything wrong.

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"N-No. Excuse me for staring, it's just…" The young boy looked down, the fringe of his bowl cut long enough to cover his black eyes. "In town, there is a celebration for a holiday that is really important to my family-" The harvin says, fidgeting with his fingers "Where I come from everyone has long hair so we can braid them for this holiday, but I had to cut them before coming here."

Siegfried nods at the kid's words, but still misses the point of the guy's stare. "I was staring because I miss my long hair. I know it's stupid, I can't even go there-"

"You want to braid mine?" It's Siegfried's curt question, voice firm as always. The harvin finally looks back at him, eyes sparkling with joy, but his Adam's apple bobs with worry. "You don't have to be anxious, I don't mind if you braid my hair, just-" Siegfried sits down, giving his back to the kid "Don't brush too hard, my scalp is sensitive." His honey-colored irises are soft, brown long eyelashes making his eyes look sweeter. There is no real bite in his voice trying not to worry the kid more. Siegfried sees the kid nodding before feeling his small fingers combing as best as he could Siegfried's soft hair. There were some knots, after all the knight doesn't spend too much of his time on his hair, but the braiding was more or less painless.

"Let me add the finishing touch!" The man looks behind, noticing all the flowers the kid picked up.

"Are you going to put them in my hair?"

"Yes. Is it a problem? Excuse me for not-"

"Can you please add a sunflower?" The harvin widened his big eyes before nodding and smiling at the knight's request. And after the finishing touch, Siegfried was free and the harvin looked relaxed.

The kid thanked him again and again before going back to his training. Siegfried smiled seeing him walking away, happy to have brought peace the the trainee's troubled heart.

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"That's why I have my hair braided like this. It looks good right?" Siegfried turns toward the big mirror in the room. He has never been vain but he honestly thinks the kid did an amazing job. The flowers never dropped from their places, adding light to his brown hair. They should train together to reciprocate the favor.

"You look beautiful Siegfried." Lancelot replies, there is no mirth in his voice, just genuine appreciation.

"Yeah! It softens your features and shows off your sweet side. Don't you agree Percival?" Vane adds with a bit more enthusiasm. Percival doesn't say anything at first, lost in thoughts while drinking his cup of tea.

"Percival?" Vane asks again. This time he is able to pull the prince out of his thoughts.

"Yes, you look really nice." He brushes it off, eyes showing his mind still hasn't connected with them.

Because Percival knows there is no festival in town. He is sure of it. But decides not to say anything, the lie of the harvin is clearly harmless. The red hair smiles before sipping again from his cup, happy his teacher still hasn't lost his humanity.

"Let's go back to work." Percival orders and the other knights' nod, already too much time lost chit-chatting. Siegfried agrees with them, one hand caressing his hair, feeling the textures and bumps of the hairstyle.

He isn't sure he will be able to go to town later, but Siegfried would like to try this style again when the captain visits them.

He'd love to hear their opinion and maybe spend a bit of time together in peace, surrounded by the same flowers adorning his hair.

Little detail I didn't add in the drabble: The harvin grew up in an all women family. He got taught early how to braid hair and used to do that to relieve stress but now with short hair he doesn't know how to push out the negativity! The festival was all an excuse but he was too worried people would insult him for having a "female" hobby or just...having worries or anxieties like a normal human being. Don't worry next time harvin kid! No real knight would do that!💪🏻

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1024UB CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: WHAT IF...

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Out of all the questions in the world, San never thought he would ask, “What are we?” He felt like one of those melodramatic women in the TV shows that only housewives really watch. Thankfully, Gyuri took that question like a champ.

“Uh, I’d say that we’re dating,” Gyuri responded.

“Exclusively?”

“Yeah, exclusively.”

“So then, would that make you my girlfriend?” He figured he should just be shameless and ask instead of dancing around the topic delicately.

“I suppose,” Gyuri acknowledged after contemplating the thought. “That means you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“Yeah…”

The two of them were in Gyuri’s bed at that moment, Gyuri’s head resting on his bare chest. He really could not believe himself for asking that question right after they had intimate relations mere seconds ago. Gyuri didn’t seem so bothered by it, though, so it was okay in the end.

As Gyuri laid in San’s arms, San felt his heart flutter watching her eyelashes bat slowly and feeling her arms around him gently pull him closer to her. He still was completely baffled by how enamored he was with this girl, that he was capable of such strong feelings for another person. It made him want to parade her around town, that this beautiful being, Hwang Gyuri, was his girlfriend. He couldn’t do that, though. Of course he couldn’t, because they were still keeping their relationship quiet. That’s when it hit him.

“Let’s go on vacation.”

“Huh?” Gyuri didn’t sound skeptical; just genuinely confused.

“I’m so tired of sneaking around,” San sighed. “I want to be able to display our relationship without worrying that one of our friends will see. It’s starting to get exhausting to keep sneaking around like this.”

“I guess you’re right… Well, winter break is coming up, so why don’t we plan a trip for winter break?”

That’s exactly what they did. Unbeknownst to him, Iseul’s family was incredibly wealthy. Her grandmother built her restaurant chain from the ground up after her grandfather was killed in combat. Her kids, Iseul’s parents and aunts and uncles, followed in her footsteps to get their own money, and so did her cousins apparently. Iseul made a couple phone calls, and next thing they knew, San and Gyuri were going to go to Jeju.

“Should we throw a ROD party for New Year’s or the days after?” Wooyoung asked the group; they were all hanging out at Ze Cafe.

“I’m going to a New Year’s party outside of the group. I want to kiss someone at midnight, and I want her to be someone we don’t know and will never have to know,” Mingi declared. “I vote after.”

“I agree. I want to see Mingi get rejected at this party,” Yunho couldn’t help but laugh as Mingi glared at him.

“Gyuri and I actually can’t do after,” Iseul said. “We’re going to Jeju to visit my grandmother.”

“Can’t you go for Christmas?” Wooyoung pouted.

“I don’t want to… My whole family will be there, and I don’t want to deal with the family politics. Also, it’s nice to be blessed by elders at the start of a new year.”

“Blessed with a butt-load of cash,” San muttered to Gyuri, who nodded solemnly. San then addressed the group, “I can’t do after, either. I’m going to visit my folks.”

“Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve hung out with your dad! Can I come?” Wooyoung asked.

“No. We got our own set of family politics to deal with,” San didn’t necessarily lie to Wooyoung, but the family politics were mainly just about who his sister was dating and why the family didn’t like him.

“Please? I promise I won’t get involved,” Wooyoung begged.

“No,” if San didn’t reject him outright, then his and Gyuri’s plan would be ripped apart. Wooyoung frowned animatedly, but San did not budge; no really meant no this time.

Upon arriving at Jeju, it turned out that Iseul was dead serious about visiting her grandmother— she had to kiss up to her grandmother in order to get money from her, and Iseul apparently really wanted free money. What San did not anticipate, though, was Iseul arranging something even more grand than a trip to Jeju— her cousin, who apparently had his own private jet, flew San and Gyuri to Thailand, where Iseul’s grandmother owned a huge vacation house by the beach.

“Exactly how filthy rich is Iseul’s grandmother?!” San exclaimed as he opened the doors to the master bedroom bathroom, equipped with a steam room, hot tub, and Italian handcrafted faucets.

“Let’s put it this way: you know Ouran High School Host Club?”

“Yeah?”

“That. That’s how rich she is.”

Not that San didn’t want to be with Gyuri, but he momentarily wished that he and Iseul could have made something work— he wouldn’t mind living in a lavish house like this for the rest of his life.

For the four days they were there, Gyuri kept surprising him with every passing second. The first day they were there, they spent most of their time unwinding on the beach— the house was far enough away so that they didn’t have to deal with tourists, which pretty much meant that they kind of had their own private beach. San laid on a beach chair by himself for a good chunk of time reading a book while Gyuri was inside doing God knows what. She emerged from the house wearing what he could only describe as the sexiest bikini swimsuit he had ever seen. It seemed as though what held the green swimsuit on her were only drawstrings that San desperately wanted to untie. He stared at her as she sashayed along the sand and waded into the calm waves of the ocean, his book falling onto the sand. San felt like he were watching a movie as Gyuri briefly swam through the water then emerged while seemingly walking in slow motion, her tied up hair cascading down her shoulders as she untied it, her skin glistening and glittering in the sun.

“What?” she asked him as he continued to stare, his face extremely hot.

“…You’re evil.”

“What do you mean?” Gyuri sat down next to him on the chair.

“You know exactly what I mean,” San wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her into him with a jerk.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” she teased him.

Clearly, she did, because next thing he knew, they were back in the house and on the couch in the living room. San untied every string on her swimsuit with his teeth as he pinned her on the couch, his body itching to be pressed against hers. He left a trail of kisses down he chest to her hips and then to her thighs, but he didn’t leave any dark purple marks on her body this time. The two of them really let themselves go, their moans reverberating through the empty vacation house. San loved how high and loud Gyuri’s moans went when she wasn’t holding them back, and he really wished she could sound like that every time they had sex, but they couldn’t do it in 1024UB without someone else finding out about them.

Gyuri had packed four different bikinis for the four days they were there, and San felt himself going crazy. One particular strappy black swimsuit made San’s head swim in so many pheromones that he got into the water with Gyuri and made love to her in the ocean of all places. San just could not keep his hands off her. He wanted to hear her breathing hitch as he teased her. He wanted her to straddle him as he held her waist and slipped his hands down to her ass. He wanted to feel her tender lips sprinkle hickeys on his chest. He wanted to feel her nails as she ran her fingers through his hair. He wanted all these things and more all day and night.

They went out for dinner every night to a different nice restaurant in the area. Gyuri found a local shop that sold colorful dresses and skirts, and she bought a couple of those dresses to wear for dinner with San. She seemed to become more breathtaking with each passing day, and he could feel his heart beat ever so slightly faster with every little thing she did. It was only on the last night did he realize his feelings for her.

San was sitting on the bed reading another book. Gyuri finished up in the bathroom and joined San on the bed. He put his book down and scooted closer to her. Rather than wrap his arm around her waist as he normally did, he held her hand instead, their fingers lacing together.

“I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow,” San sighed.

“I know… I kind of wish we had another couple days or so.”

A comfortable silence settled between the two before Gyuri spoke again. “You know, I was kind of scared about this trip.”

“Why?”

“Well, we just made this relationship official, and we hadn’t even been on a proper date until this trip. I thought that maybe a vacation was too soon, but these past four days… I’ve never felt so happy and peaceful before.”

San didn’t even think about that. Usually, couples are together for a lot more time before they go on a trip together, so it was pretty unusual that they decided that they should go on a vacation together.

“We did start unconventionally, so I really didn’t consider that until now,” he told her. “It might have seemed too soon, but at the end of the day, it depends on how close you are with the other person and how much you trust the other person. I think that says a lot about us.”

Gyuri pressed her lips against San’s for a fleeting moment before they looked at each other and smiled. San’s heart was beating a little faster but extremely hard as he gazed into her eyes. He tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her face delicately, her hands slowly resting on top of his. She smiled with her eyes; he loved when she smiled like that. Her eyelashes fluttered with every blink. Her ears always betrayed her before her face, the tips of her ears turning bright red. Her light freckles danced along her face as a pink blush rose to her face. To think she looked like this every single day made San yearn for her despite the fact that she was right there next to him. His hand brought her face up to his carefully.

Usually when they kissed, their lips would crash into each other impatiently, their tongues searching for each other. This time was different. He wanted to show her how he felt by kissing her slowly, passionately. San felt as her arms went over his shoulders, bringing her even closer to him. He felt as though his heart was beating so loudly that she would be able to hear it. Unable to refrain any longer, San pulled her shirt off over her head and he brought his lips down her neck to her collarbone. Every kiss on her collarbone and downwards left a light pink mark on her body, which she told him was okay after he asked her for permission. He felt her body purr and heard her moan softly as he moved down her slowly until he was at the very source of her impatience. He pushed her soaking panties to the side to let his tongue roll over her clit delicately, earning him a heart racing moan from her. San barely inserted one finger into Gyuri before her toes curled and her knees trembled in ecstasy, a loud moan ringing in his ear. He looked up to see Gyuri’s face bright red either from relief or embarrassment. San smirked and sat up.

“Fuck… San, I want more of you…” Gyuri breathed out.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

San first slipped Gyuri’s panties off her before quickly removing his own clothes, only for her to pin him down as soon as they were both completely naked. He leaned towards the nightstand to grab a condom when she stopped him, her hands holding his arms.

“You said you’re clean, remember?” she whispered.

God, he wanted to ravish her roughly after she said that. He bit his lower lip and responded with a tiny nod. Her hands moved down to his wrists, his hands taking hers in his. Their fingers laced together as he pressed his knee gently in between her legs. San originally started the kiss slowly— he wanted to take his time relishing her, but Gyuri had other intentions. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, making him tremble. He simply could not wait any longer. He moved her leg so that it was wrapped around his hips as he placed himself at her entrance. She let out a tiny whine as he took his time teasing her. They stopped kissing as San pushed himself up. Sweat rolled down Gyuri’s neck, her eyes glistening. She was biting the inside of her lower lip, clearly in anxious anticipation of San entering her.

Gyuri gasped as San did enter her. The feeling was entirely different for him as well, the two of them never doing the deed raw before. San started slowly, only to speed up within seconds because of how fucking good everything felt. The mattress springs squeaked faster, matching his pace. Gyuri’s nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him. They both couldn’t hold back any longer. San pulled out of her and came all over her body at the same time as she did. She let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard her let out, which made him want to go for her again, and again, and again; he wanted to hear her moan for him, and he wanted to be the only one to make her moan like that.

They went many times that night. They kept going until the sun started to rise. She laid in his arms with her eyes closed. They both were breathing peacefully as an orange light filled the bedroom. San looked down at her as she was bathed in hues of orange and yellow, and she looked up at him, her eyes tired but happy. She smiled at him, and he felt his heart beat hard against his chest.

That’s when it hit him: San loved Gyuri. He loved the way she fit into his arms perfectly, the way his head was able to rest in the nook of her neck comfortably. He loved the way her thumbs rubbed his arms lightly whenever he hugged her from behind and her arms moved his slightly so that he was hugging her just a little tighter. He wanted to be with her like this forever. At this point, it was only Gyuri he could imagine being with for the rest of his life.

He definitely had to thank Iseul and her grandmother profusely for letting this trip happen, for giving him the perfect chance to recognize his strong feelings for the girl of his dreams.

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kuromiiyuuu · 2 years

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.*ೃ༄ he’s into her

—After finally ending things with your toxic ex boyfriend, your best friend comforts you in such a way that it makes him confess his unconditional love for you.

atsumu miya, (f). genres, tropes, warnings + word count. angst with fluff at the end | bestfriend to lovers! | toxic relationship! |

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“You’ve gotten skinnier.”

“You used to dress up back then, now you had let yourself go.”

“Go fix yourself before my friends sees you.”

Words, they were words that poked a needle right on your heart, the worst thing about it was those words came out from the person you thought wouldn’t hurt you, the person you thought would cry at the thought of hurting you.

Words, those words that was the reason you looked right at yourself on the mirror, agreeing with the degrading comments your significant other says about you.

It’s getting hard for you to keep a smile after those words shattered your sense of dignity and respect to yourself, smile through the pain. Is what you always tell yourself.

How did this happen to you? How did you end up in the arms of the wrong person? An awful person at it’s best, he was the worst in terms of persona. He took every chance he had to discourage you and it makes you question what it was that made him like to date you.

That’s why, you finally turned to the light at the end of the tunnel, you knew your worth and it was sure worth more than a jerk telling you about the things you can not change.

Ending things might’ve been the most refreshing thing you have ever done in your life, cause as soon as he was done cussing you out and he leaves, you feel the atmosphere of your apartment lift again, the once dull colors now spiking with hue.

But the refreshing emotion was over-felt by the feeling of sadness.

He showed you things no other men past him showed you before, but you guess it was just in the beginning.

“It’s freezing outside!” A familiar bold voice hugs your apartment, without even noticing a small friendly smile creeps it way to your face as you resumed your activities by finishing the ramen you heated.

It was your best friend, your partner in crime they would like to call. Atsumu Miya was the person you grew with, also including his silver haired twin whom was also close with you but if we talk about inseparable, its you and Atsumu.

Both of you knew things about each other that the other doesn’t even know about.

Atsumu blew at the wound on your knee when you were kids, he had protected you with bullies, he gives you extra piece of his sandwich even if you already have one. He was a sweetheart, and that’s all because he has you.

But you don’t know that, and it hurts him to say the least. You talk about the newest guys you talk to, and it tugs on his heart strings, he might not admit it but he’s thankful whenever one of your dates doesn’t go well. It gives him hope.

But after hearing you finally found yourself a boyfriend you were serious about, he was unsure if it was still necessary for him to chase after you even if you were running so fast and far you can away from him.

He was the one to always be the napkin to wipe your tears, the listener to listen about your rants and complains. He doesn’t complain, he loves you. Hello flip the whole world upside down if it is to see you happy.

Even if it means he can’t have you.

“I’m in the kitchen, tsumu.” You announce, finally throwing away the seasoning packets of the ramen. Placing two of the noodles on the small table of the kitchen, the blonde then shows himself by walking through the entrance, “You got here with that spare key of yours again?”

“What’s the purpose of the key you gave me if I don’t use it.” The blonde retorts at your earlier statement, his attractive face now holding a charming smile, but it soon fades away when he took notice of your puffy under eyes, nose red and eyelashes still fresh and glistening because of the wetness.

“Y/n, yer alright?” He softly asks you, trying to mask up his concerned tone but it was impossible to do so, his eyes not leaving your as he sits right next to you.

And then, the emotions you were building up finally bursts out, you cried. Hard, on him as if it will be the last day you will have on the world, and it worried him.

You leaned your face against his chest as you cried and cried, his hand moving to rub up and down on your back as he slightly snuggles his nose on your hair, exhaling your hair in the process of it all.

Your cries and sobs were hurting his heart, he hates seeing you like this. Because it hurts him too.

“It’s okay, I’m here. I have you, I’ll take care of you.” He says, wanting to tell you that he was here for you to have while you only resumed crying, but his words were clear as a crystal to you, “What happened?”

“W... We broke up.” You let out, barely. Your voice was small and at the end of your sentence was followed by another sob.

Atsumu sighs, his free hand making it’s way towards your right hand and he tangles his with yours.

How much more time does he have to bare for you to finally notice he was here, ready to risk everything he has just to give you euphoria.

“He was very mean to me, tsumu.” You say, now calming down to say the least but still sobbing, “I was stupid enough to think that he can change.”

“I’m here for you, you know that right? He was a bastard anyway, you deserve better, so much better.” The blonde tells you, his words leaves a print as it makes it’s way inside your ear, you shivered from the unknown.

“Are guys always like this, tsumu? Are they this hard to reach?” You let out, your emotions were everywhere and you weren’t so sure wether what was right to say, all you wanted was to vent your feelings before you break down.

I’m here, If you give me a chance I’ll show you. I’ll show you that I’m better. He wanted to whisper in your ear but he stops himself.

He knows the consequences, you were at your worst, it was about you, not about his feelings it was about how he can be a good friend at this time.

That night with Atsumu, your best friend was a great way to spend your first day after a hard break up. It feels refreshing to have your emotions out like that, and knowing it was to Atsumu, the boy whom you trust amongst everybody, you were more than grateful.

Now, the blonde offered you to spend the day with him, to clear your thoughts he reasons with you and you agreed, not wanting to decline such sweet offer since it was him taking you to the movies.

He wanted you to forget, your ex ever happened, you deserve better. And that you should never settle for less.

“That was so refreshing tsumu!” You say while stretching your arms up as you go out of the cinema with the blonde right beside you, his gaze only on you, “I can’t believe I feel so good, I never thought i’d ever heal this fast.”

“You don’t need to heal, you’re not sick after all.” Atsumu jokes and you slightly chuckle at his words.

You both then walked your way outside the mall, wanting to call it a day since it has been an hour or so that both of you spent together, having a good time that may last forever in Atsumu’s memories, oh maybe every memory with you will last forever in his mind.

“I hope you enjoyed today, Y/n.” The blonde says as he looks away from you to hide the sight of him blushing.

“Enjoyed? It was more than that tsumu, I feel so free.” You exclaim with a giggle, can’t help but to feel so excited about the day, it was the most fun you had since being with your ex, you then stop your tracks resulting for Atsumu to also stop on his tracks and you face him, your face holding a adorable smile.

“Thank you tsumu... for today, I enjoyed it very much.” Fiddling with your fingers you were unsure what made you so nervous all of a sudden.

“Anything for you, and I’m glad you enjoyed it. It’s nice to see you laughing again.” The blonde tells you, his hand moving on it’s own, he then tucks a hair behind your ear.

“Because of you.” You say, and it caught Atsumu off guard by how bold you were, was he dreaming? Did you really just say that, “I’m laughing because of you, tsumu.”

Before the blonde can open his mouth and reply, the clouds roared out a thunder before releasing rain down to earth.

“And it started to rain,” atsumu exclaims with a disappointing tone.

You looked up, watching as lines of water starts to fall on your sight and you can’t help but laugh at how refreshing it felt.

The rain seemed to have washed all the emotions you have felt.

And Atsumu notices this, the way your eyes seemed to relax, he can see it, the genuine change of your eyes as you smile tells him you were happier than the days you spent with that bastard.

“Y/n...” he calls out for you to look at him and you did, and he smile on your face still intact.

“Yes?” You replied, now your upper tooth appears. A smile, an actual smile on your face.

This was the thing Atsumu does, he brings the happiest in you. Just like he usually does when you were kids, but maybe you were too much of a slow person to notice his gazes at you.

“Dance with me and let us pretend the world doesn’t exist.” The blonde holds his hand to you, waiting for you to accept it.

This was his way to tell you he likes... no, he loves you. And he waits for your answer, there you finally realize, all this time of trying to find the perfect man to treat you right.

You forget to realize the real standard was right by your side.

How can you not realize, that he was into you all along?

#Haikyuu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #fanfiction haikyuu ff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfiction #anime #anime x reader #atsumu angst #atsumu fluff #atsumu faniction

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kteezy997 · 2 years

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Family Video Boy 2 // S.H.

Warnings: making out, shirtless Steve, beginnings of smut, cursing, I think that’s it?

10:01 p.m.

Y/n anxiously awaited Steve Harrington outside of the house of the family she babysat for. She couldn’t believe she was actually getting a chance with her first real crush. She didn’t know what the night may bring, but she was ready for it.

A car pulled up next to the sidewalk, and Steve got out of the driver’s side. He came around to the other side of the car, opening the passenger door and looking at y/n with a charming smile. “Y/n. After you.” he said, gesturing to the passenger seat. She smiled back, “Thank you.” She blushed as she obliged and sat down in the car.

“Have fun tonight?” Steve asked as he took off into the night with her. “No, not really. The kids are brats.” “Eh, that sucks.” She turned her head, looking at his handsome profile as he kept his eyes on the dark road. “How was work?” He shrugged, “Got kinda boring after you left. You were the only exciting thing to happen my whole shift.” She noticed his lips curve into a tiny smirk. “Oh yeah, I bet.” she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

“So Steve, where’re we going?” Steve shrugged, poking out his bottom lip a bit. “Dunno. I’m just driving, y/n.” That smirk would not leave his lips alone. “Where would you like to go?” He asked, his big brown eyes inquired her as his mouth asked the question. "Dunno." she said, suddenly becoming aware of the sexual tension that had formed between her and Steve in the car.

"Maybe we could just park somewhere and talk?" he suggested, sounding innocent enough. "Okay." y/n agreed. As Steve pulled into a secluded area off the main highway of Hawkins, y/n got an idea into her head: to tell Steve that she used to have a crush on him. It could be embarrassing, but she also thought it might make her less nervous and maybe break the ice for them.

"Steve, can I tell you something?" He looked at her, giving her every bit of his attention. "Yeah, of course. Anything." "I kinda, sorta used to have a little crush on you." He huffed out a chuckle, "Oh, really? That's cute." She blushed, “ Yeah, I kinda felt bad because you were dating my sister, but I could see why she and all the other girls liked you. I mean, you seemed to be a bit of a jerk, but overall you were like the perfect guy."

"Wow, that's nice of you to say, y/n. I was an ass, but I've been working hard to change that the last couple of years. I've got way better people in my life now, good people. My friends have really helped me...not be a douche." He held onto the steering wheel idly as he spoke. y/n was somewhat taken aback by everything he said, but also impressed.

"That's really admirable of you. Not everyone can do something like that." And it was after that that she noticed how close their elbows were on the console between their seats. She could practically feel the heat coming from Steve's body. He leaned back into his seat, relaxing into the space with her. "Thank you, I appreciate it." He let out a small, tired sigh and shut his eyes, just for a moment.

His arm inadvertently scooted closer to her, grazing her arm. y/n looked down at their arms touching, and she felt her breathing become a little quicker. She looked at Steve's face, his long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly here and there. When he finally opened his eyes, the air in the car felt almost humid.

Slowly, he sat back up in his seat and leaned over, cautiously taking a hold of her face with delicate hands. She couldn't help but gasp lightly as he leaned in further and kissed her. His lips pressed against hers sweetly, chaste at first, but the more she kissed him back, the more intense it became. Steve was the one to introduce his tongue first.

His hands went to her neck, she let her tongue run sensually across his mouth. She put her hands on him, wherever she could, his arms, his shoulders, his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair, the Steve Harrington staple, his thick, soft mane. She knew that there were many other girls that had had the chance to have him this way. But now, it was her turn.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked her, pulling away and looking into her eyes. The tenderness in his voice made her even weaker than she was already feeling. "Yes, I want this, Steve." she cooed, leaning in to kiss him again, harder than the first time. Their tongues battled, sliding around each other eagerly. He moaned against her lips, and shifted in his seat.

Y/n leaned back as Steve climbed on top of her. He took ahold of the lever that reclined her seat, drawing her backwards. He took his mouth off of hers to yank his shirt off by pulling it from the back of his neck-he learned that women liked it when he pulled his shirt off that way. Y/n bit her lip, almost in a trance as she eyed his naked chest.

Steve settled in between her legs, which she had instinctively parted. Her hands went to his back, his skin becoming slightly tacky due to the stuffiness in the vehicle. He pulled away from her again, much to her dismay and she whimpered softly as a form of protest. “Look, y/n, I don’t want you to think I’m still a jerk that just goes through girls like, like links in a chain or something. I’m really not that guy anymore.”

“It’s okay. I believe you, Steve.” He smiled softly, and touched her cheek, his thumb grazing over her soft skin. “Good, because it’s true. I want something more, something that’s meaningful, but I-" she frowned, hanging onto his words, but really not getting where he was going with them. Steve took a second to clear his throat. “When I saw you walk into the store today, I wanted to fuck you…so fucking bad. You…you seriously took my breath away. It was like this sexual electricity that like, drew me to you.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows, not knowing what to say. “Wow, I, um, that’s like the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, but I love it.” “Oh, thank God. I thought I might have scared you. I just…I had to tell you.” “Well, I’m right here Steve, I’m all yours.” she smirked. He grinned, kissing her again, but this time they helped each other tug their clothes off. Articles were dropped to the car floor in between hot, breathy kisses.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

A/n-this feels so long already, I’ll do a part three😈

#steveharringtonxreader #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington fluff #joe keery #steve harrington smut

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hansomeskz · 11 months

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Devil Like Me Epilogue

Han Jisung is the devil of the music industry, but he’s tired of being alone.

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Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | Epilogue

NOTE: I am trying to decide which fic I want to post next!! I was going to post a fic I have inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine but I also have one ready to go inspired by The 30th by Billie Eilish!! let me know which you would prefer :’)

If you had told Han Jisung ten years ago that he would still be alive, he never would’ve believed you. That means that everything else is just gravy.

Everything that went down for the few years he was used and abused is so far out of his mind now. He has more important things to worry about, like running his own label with his best friends and which preschool is going to be more beneficial for his daughter.

He could fret about how he almost drank himself to death under the supervision of his old management team, or he could celebrate five years of sobriety with his husband.

Today, he’s choosing to celebrate with his husband.

“Honey,” Minho calls from the sliding glass door connecting their house to their backyard. “Yes, my love?”

“Did you remember to pick up hot dog buns on your way home last night?”

“… Baby, tell me again how much you love me.” Jisung faces Minho with wide, innocent eyes. Batting his eyelashes only earns him a pained cry. “You’re useless!”

“But you still love me.” Jisung grins, drawing an exasperated sigh from Minho. “Only on the weekends.”

“Good thing it’s Saturday, or I’d be in trouble.” He stands from where he was testing the temperature of the pool, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I can go get them now.”

“No, I’ll just text Hyunjin. They’re leaving in ten anyway.” Minho smiles at Jisung as he approaches him. The blond is met with a scoff as he puckers his lips. “Kisses are for husbands who remember to pick up the hot dog buns. Where’s Dae?” Jisung’s eyes go wide, “I thought you had her?”

“ Jisung! ” Minho gasps, but he realizes the blond is kidding before he can start to panic. The younger boy pulls her out of her swing, jiggling her gently.

“Don’t shake her,” Minho whines, going over to her and plucking her right from Jisung’s grasp. The blond just laughs, following Minho inside.

“Dada,” their daughter says, grabbing at Minho’s face desperately. “Hungry.”

“We can eat soon, sweetheart.” Minho ruffles her hair, earning an angry squeal as she tries to bat his hands away. “We’re just waiting for our guests,” Jisung adds, kissing the top of her head.

They sit Dae in her chair at the table while the two of them chop vegetables. Jisung listens happily as Minho hums a song he’s had stuck in his head. The blond recognizes it as one of his own. “You’re like, obsessed with me,” he teases, smiling at him.

“Yeah,” the older boy sighs. “I am.”

Jisung goes to kiss Minho, but they’re interrupted by the sound of six pocket-sized men letting themselves in through their front door.

Changbin is yelling something about a band they’re trying to sign as Felix whines about how hard making the choreo for their music would be. Jisung rolls his eyes playfully, scooping up Dae as he goes to say hi.

“Oh my god, my favourite niece!” Chan holds his hands out as Jisung hands her over. She smiles brightly and hugs Chan’s neck. “Seungmin-“

“Don’t get any ideas, Chan. I thought we agreed to be cool uncles.”

“I’m the wine aunt,” Hyunjin chips in, handing Jisung two bags of hot dog buns before joining Minho in the kitchen.

Jeongin promptly plucks the bags out of his hands again. Heading for the backyard. “I’m going to start the grill. I don’t trust you at all,” he says simply. Jisung would argue if he had any counterpoints but he knows he’s right.

Minho and Hyunjin carry any toppings for the food out to the backyard, the group of boys all trailing behind.

Surrounded by his best friends, the summer sun beating down in his face, Jisung feels so alive. Minho presses a kiss to the back of his neck as he wraps his arms around the younger boy from behind. Jisung sighs happily, enjoying the feeling of existing surrounded by his favourite people.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Min.”

“Yeah, well, you’ll never have to think about that.”

#han #jisung #han jisung #minho #lee know #lee minho #stray kids #skz #stray kids fic #this part isnt angsty #but the whole fic is just #angst #mlm #not like the pyramid scheme tho #skzfic

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matthewkniesys · 2 years

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giving them a piggy-back ride with Briss 😊

Of course! Thanks for sending love <3

"I have an idea" Thomas announces as you and your boyfriend,Brendan and Thomas and his girlfriend, Hailey who also happens to be your best friend are leaving target.

"Oh no here we go again" you mutter under your breath so only Briss can hear which earns you a quiet laugh from him.

"We" Thomas takes a pause as he looks around the circle "should have a race"

"Thomas why" asks Hailey, sounding a little exasperated.

"It will be fun" Thomas pouts.

"Let's do it" says Brendan, to competitive so ever pass up the chance to beat Thomas at something.

You just shrug, turning so you can get on to your boyfriend's back.

"No no no" Thomas says in a sing-song voice "the girls get to carry us".

You and hailey turn to look at each other with mirrored expressions of panic on your faces.

"Whoa, I never agreed to carrying a full grown boy-child who's a hockey player on my back" you shout.

"I'm not a boy-child, I'm a man" Brendan exclaims, puffing out his chest which ultimately just makes him look stupid.

"Sure buddy" you tell him, ruffling his hair.

"I don't think they're gonna let us out of this one Y/n" Hailey says.

"Fine, one time only"you tell Thomas as if he's a little kid.

It takes about 3 minutes for Brendan to climb on your back. It's really awkward since he's so much bigger than you.

"Is everyone good" yells Thomas on Hailey's back.

"No, I have a monkey attached to my back" you yell at Thomas.

Thomas ignoring you screams "all you need to do is make it across the parking lot".

"Should be a piece of cake" you mumble.

"OK Ready, set, go" and you guys are off.

It starts off okay but about a 1/3 of the way to the finish line it start going down hill for both teams. The boys start feeling really heavy and all of a sudden you realise you have to go uphill. The moment you've been waiting for is the moment it goes wrong.

You and Brendan start falling and crash to the ground in a pill. Fortunately Brendan doesn't fall on you.

"Ha we beat yall" yells Thomas from the end of the parking lot.

"Shut up Thom" you yell back.

"Are you okay" Brendan looks at you with concern in his eyes.

"Yes I'm fine"you say.

"Are you sure"Brendan persists.

"Yes Babe" you look up at him through your eyelashes.

Brendan leans in and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

"Let's go love birds"

Thanks for reading! I hope this is somewhat what you had in mind <3

#claire tries writing <3 #claire's anons #thanks for sending!#Love yall #Brendan Brisson #Thomas bordeleau #hockey blurbs

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solarstellarstar · 2 years

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OC Info★

Thanks for tagging me @mukami-kuron-mrsadisticcat :> This was super fun to fill out and I may have even revealed so much information about Solar that not a lot of people know about yet. Tagging~ @secondherrscher (note that I have skipped some questions, you can get the original template from Kuron)

(A. Appearance)

The shape of their eyes? Length/style of Lashes?

Solar has round eyes and she even has aegyo sal. However, she commonly has dark eye bags due to lack of sleep but she can just cover those up with concealer. Her eyelashes are between a short to average length. She curls them often and adds mascara :p

2. Any piercing? How many?

Her ears aren't actually pierced and she uses clip-on earrings. For the time being, she doesn't want that to change.

3. Hair colour? Was it dyed before?

Hair colour is between a very dark brown and black. She attempted to dye one side of her hair purple herself but she eventually gave up seeing how difficult it was.

4. Describe casual outlook/outfit

A black dress with puffy sleeves that has laced borders + a cardigan of either purple or brown colour. And we can't forget heels. Solar will wear heels casually.

5. Any physical uniqueness?

Permanent bruising and a scar high up on her right outer thigh but she just covers it up with stockings or makeup. If someone were to notice it, she would claim it was from an accident during early training days.

6. Are they confident with their looks?

Typically, she's prideful and confident about looking cute as peers often assure her. But she can be shaken by accusations and insults such as, "plastic surgery monster" from haters or antis.

7. What kind of expression do they usually wear?

A smile with joy in her eyes. But if you looked closer, her eyes show signs of exhaustion and fatigue.

(B. Bout them)

Height? Age? Occupation?

Claims to be either 179cm or 167cm. Neither is true. She is naturally 160cm

Seventeen years old, the second year in high school

Idol-in-training aka idol trainee

2. How would you describe your OC's personality?

Seemingly childish, bubbly and a little outspoken. But in reality, Solar can be extremely envious and clingy as she clings to the small hints of good relationships with people who don't actually treat her right.

According to Hiromi, Solar has changed over the years due to Lunar's harsh and cruel treatment. Apparently, Solar is now pugnacious and quick-tempered due to what happened over the years.

3. Three hidden knowledge or secrets about them.

Hmm... do I spill? 🤔

Nah, not now.

Just kidding I came to expose

Has a major crush on you-know-who (this is probably already common knowledge)

Has been envious and resentful toward Lunar all her life

Her first occurrence with the supernatural was when she visited the Kanemoto manor as a kid. She wandered into an out-of-bounds room and came across a human that had been enslaved for blood purposes. She agreed to help them escape but they betrayed her last second and small Setsuna chased them and accidentally caused them to topple down the stairs. At that moment, she believed she just murdered a person. Present-day Solar does not remember any of this.

4. Talk about their room design

A basic small room with a bed, wardrobe and bookshelves full of albums and fan merch of different music albums. There also are different posters of her favourite idol groups above her bed, one special photo with Lunar hung on the wall and if Solar's shoe boxes can't fit in the wardrobe she'll just stuff them under her bed.

5. Do they have someone that they like?

This is basic trivia at this point. *COUGHS AGGRESSIVELY*

6. Do they have someone that they worship?

Lunar.

7. What are they skilled in; What are they not skilled in doing?

Other than singing and dancing, she is pretty skilled in hair styling. But she cannot paint or draw at all.

(C. Community)

Do they have many friends?

Two best friends that she considers the closest are Lunar and Hiromi. All the other friends haven't been "approved" by Lunar but Solar doesn't care at this point.

2. How do they behave towards friends? How do they behave towards strangers?

General friends will get the occasional hug every now and then. Solar may trust them enough to seek comfort or solace from them when upset.

For strangers, she wants to put up a good first impression. She'll be sociable or friendly, but one bad impression can take all of that away completely.

3. How do they behave towards closer friends?

If it meant it would save their friendship, Solar would do whatever it takes to save that friendship. Losing them would be the end of the world. She depends on them. She cannot carry on without them.

4. How do they behave towards their best friend(s)?

Basically same as above.

5. How do they behave towards the ones older than them?

Usually extremely polite and a little shy. But as time goes on, she may eventually treat them the same as someone that is the same age as her (how is this girl not embarrassed?)

6. Do they like hanging out outdoors?

In a sociable setting, yes. But if it meant she had to stand around outside alone, she wouldn't like that very much.

7. Do they prefer to be alone or with a group of friends?

Ideally, she wants to be around her two close friends all the time but there are those moments when she just wants to walk away from it all: referring to her so-called fans that dig their cakey fingers into her private life.

(D. Diet)

Do they prefer eating rice or noodles?

Not really a preference but she eats noodles more than rice as she doesn't know how to cook rice at home. (Setsuna your parents have failed you)

2. Do they like soft drinks?

Yup! Although she only drinks them around 3 times a month she regularly drinks energy drinks to keep her awake.

3. What are their most hated food; What are their favourite food?

Almonds and purin. Moving on.

4. Are they picky in terms of meals?

She'll take whatever she is given out of respect for the person giving it- but she refuses to eat birthday cakes.

5. Do they prefer sweet or salty food?

Sweet stuff all the way!

#// hope you dont mind me skipping some questions :<#solar fumika #diabolik oc #dl oc #diabolik lovers oc #oc info #long post

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labyrinthofsphinx · 7 days

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Statistical Outliers

Part 9 ish of drabble. I had to cut this part from the other because it was just too long. I think. It seemed long. Some hints into my headcanons for Vox's backstory too.

“Velvette, the kid is going to stay with me today.”

She gave him a look in the reflection of her mirror. He caught her in the middle of putting on what she would call ‘her face’. To be honest, he always thought she looked just fine without the makeup. She was a natural beauty, not an artificial one. But, she insisted, and he was never going to tell her that her efforts were a waste. It was an artform, he’d suppose. Back when he was alive, he’d only ever used the barest amount of makeup right before filming, enough to make his face look, universally, one color. It was a bit of a pain to work around when TV switched to color, but you got to keep moving forward, as they say.

As she lined her lips, a shadow of suspicious snuck into her eyes.

“Why?”

His chest hurt from the breath he was holding. When he let it go, it shook his body down to his shoes.

“You know why.”

He knows that Vel had probably also been trying to get the kid to sign the dotted line. Her methods usually involved some bullying, some sarcastic remarks, then switching it up to something that sounded sweet. She played both good cop and bad cop in her negotiations. ‘Oh, look how terrible you are, see how people dislike you’ and ‘But I like you. Here, let me help make other people see what I see. Let’s show them the real you’ are common phrases of hers. Clearly, it hasn’t been effective in this particular case. Not that anything Vox has done has been any better, but, well, he’s glad someone else tried at least.

“What do you plan to do?” She asked, pressing her lips together and making a pop sound.

“Feed him to the wolves, I suppose. Threats didn’t do much. I tried the honey after.”

“We could always make him to watch Val break your screen until he agrees.” She joked.

The worst part was, he had a sneaking suspicion that that might’ve actually worked if Vox wasn’t completely against the idea of Val beating the crap out of him. Besides, Val was indisposed today. His moth girls kept fluttering about the lounge tending to him. He’s pretty sure one of them already got her wings pulled this morning.

“Already filled my quota for broken screens this week, but thanks for the advice.” He said a little bitterly.

“Got it fixed in record time though.” She mentioned as she moved on to double checking her eyelashes. “He’s quite the little handyman.”

Ah, well, then she knows.

“He fix something of yours?”

“Yeah, my stupid co-worker.” She teased. Then, she ran a quick finger through her hair and turned around. “Look good?”

“Always.” He acknowledged.

Had she not just finished fixing her lipstick, he might’ve just got another kiss on the side of his face.

“Vee?”

“Yeah, Vel?”

“Don’t hurt yourself, yeah? With this whole…thing. I know you and Val are kinda stuck on getting it in writing, but there’s always something else we could do.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. An electrical collar or something. Just don’t beat yourself up too, ‘kay?”

First Val was being introspective, now Velvette. Was Hell freezing over?

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

She turned about, the waves in her skirt shifting when she moved. She readjusted her leather vest, then blew him a kiss as she stepped out.

“Kisses, darling.”

He pretended to catch it and put it in his coat pocket.

He took a moment to collect himself, then stepped back out. He was not prepared, at all, for the kid to leap over the furniture towards him.

“Velvette said we were hanging out today. Is that for real?”

Okay, Vox. You can do this. You’re on air! Smile for the camera!

“Yeah, you’re my problem today.” The kid’s tail swished behind him, just barley containing joy. “I’ve got some work to do this morning, and a conference around noon. I want you to come with me.”

“What’s the conference about?” He asked.

“A company concern that needs to be addressed. With any hope it will be a short meeting.”

“Are there going to be a lot of others there? I don’t need to get dressed up do I?” He says, as if he wasn’t already in top of the line fashion via Vel. Everything from the cut of his pants to the lining of his shirt was custom. It wouldn’t be good enough for her feed otherwise.

“You’re fine as is.” He answered, using his phone to distract himself from those peering, curious eyes.

“Do you want me to get coffee for you and, uh, your presenters?” He said, obviously not sure what Vox had in mind. He can only imagine that he was thinking of every other conference meeting from every movie about a dad who doesn’t spend enough time with their kids around the holidays. It was always a bunch of old men discussing numbers, profits, and something that sounded too greedy for the message of the movie.

“That won’t necessary. Either way, we…have some time. I’ve got some broadcasts to do. It’s not something you can really help with so-”

“You mean when you plug yourself into your chair setup?” He asked.

“…yes?”

“Do you mind if I tag along? It gets boring sitting down all by myself.”

He had planned on just keeping him here, or maybe even his room, until the time came for the…conference. Problem was, he really didn’t need the kid catching on. And he didn’t have an excuse for why he couldn’t be in the monitor room that didn’t sound like an excuse, not after having him by his side all morning just the day before.

“Alright, but same rules as last time. No bothering me when I’m in the middle of something. Got it?”

“Yes!” The kid clasped his hand in a silent fist pump.

He took only a few steps forward, just enough to enter the lift, when a hand reached up and grabbed his own. The kid backed up away from the outer circle. He knew where the line ends now and where the actual lift began. That didn’t seem to make him any more confident that he wouldn’t trip and go falling down the chute.

Come on, Vox. You’re not his friend, remember?

He pulled his hand away, bringing it instead to cross across his chest. Crossed arms were not a good look. It always seemed defensive, and Vox has made a point of avoiding that particular posture for a long time now. If he was going front of media, he’d never allow himself to be filmed like that. As they were just going to the monitor room, it didn’t matter. Still, the kid knew something was up. Nervous as he was about the lift though, he didn’t fight Vox for his hand back. Instead, he grabbed onto his coattails. He better not rip them, he thought.

The lift dropped them off right where they needed to be. His sharks swam over a little eagerly. Vox’s presence in the morning always signaled breakfast, and today was no different. A quick wave and the electronic dispenser dropped down their usual chum. No special, living treats today…at least for now. Anyone could piss him off and end up as a side snack. His patience was already trying on himself.

“Hi, Anchor! Hi, Barge!” The kid greeted them as he walked by where they swam. Weirdly enough, Vox could swear they responded to the names, turning for a moment to focus their beady eyes on the kid. They were probably sizing him up, to see if Vox would finally be tossing him their way but…for a second, it almost looked like…whatever the shark equivalent was for tolerance.

“What did I say about touching the tank?” He made himself groan.

“But I didn’t touch the tank.”

“Yeah, well, don’t stand so close either. Your spit fogs up the view.” He was trying to pick an argument. Give him something to be mad at the kid for until noon, anything to make the time more tolerable. Instead of giving him a fight though, the kid sighed, shrugged, then joined Vox by the monitors.

Fine then! He can just drown himself in his work, a proven method of distraction. The cables snapped in, sparks dancing around his head, before he was suddenly pulled across the city. Millions upon millions of smaller consciousness ripped apart from the main stem and sent spiraling down wires, across phones, and popping up in TV sets across the ring.

So far so good. He kept his gaze out, to his empire and his enslaved viewership. ‘Trust us’ echoed back to him like a never-ending tunnel of voices. He could just stay here if he wanted, where physical things mattered little and his kingdom of stolen time lasted forever. He could get himself lost down winding threads of random topics: what new places popped up, what’s the latest trend, what’s the biggest gossip. The internet was a clusterfuck of thoughts all screaming into the void a bunch of nonsense with the hope that someone else out there would respond with something intelligent. It was a bunch of questions asked that have been asked before and by millions of others. It was a collection of knowledge; it was a dumpster fire of idiocy.

It was a great, mind-numbing distraction.

But his physical body felt something tapping against his chair. A series of taps, a code he’d memorized so long ago in the past that he remembered more from the muscle memory of writing it a hundred times than recognizing it from a glance.

It was a transmission. At least it would be, if hooked up to a transmitter.

Loxley to Foulfellow. Airways open. Ready to receive transmission.

That was just the kind of thing that would snap Vox from any distraction. The wires plugged into his head popped from the surge. His claws dug into his seat, creating a series of scars from the drag. Hot, seething rage forced his fans to overwork. All around, monitors sparked, accidentally catching them in the after current of his shock and anger. A piercing eye bore down on the little fox sitting next to him.

“Who are you contacting?” His voice filtered in from every single speaker about, making an odd feedback that contorted the message. It hardly sounded like a voice at all.

The kid seemed surprised by the sudden outburst. His head tilted to the side, innocent act already showing its face.

Oh, but he wasn’t going to fall for that again. And to think! He might’ve actually felt bad for what had to be done later. But it was always a trick. It was always a lie.

“Huh?”

He slammed his fist down, putting a dent in the metal armrest. The kid actually fell backwards from the impact and his own alarm.

“You think because you tapped in Morse that I didn’t understand? You think you could trick me? ME? That code is my mother tongue. I spent four fucking years of my life speaking only that code, and you thought you could slip that by me? Really?”

It was Alastor. He knew it in the pit of his heart, it was Alastor. Who else would he be contacting if not the fucking Radio demon himself.

“I wasn’t contacting anybody-”

“Don’t. You. Dare. Lie. To. Me.” He snapped, teeth ripping from the digital plane into the physical as he snarled.

“I’m not.” He said in a small voice. “Foulfellow is my grandpa.”

Vox pulled back, only slightly.

“…Explain.”

“My grandpa taught me morse when I was little, ‘cause I was too scared to talk when I was really young. I kinda tap things out of habit sometimes now when things are too quiet. His callsign was Foulfellow and my is Loxley.”

“Callsign?”

“Yeah, he was a pilot, you know? Back in World War II. His squad called him Foulfellow.”

His fans overcame the last of the heat, now just comfortably sitting at a cold, neutral temperature. Foulfellow? He felt like he’d heard the name before.

“Foulfellow…as in the ‘Flying Fox’ Foulfellow?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Why? Heard it before?”

Heard it? He watched it.

“He was one of the best, kid. Maybe the best. I don’t think they ever tracked his kills right.” He remembers it, clear as day. Assigned to get new footage to send home for the broadcasters. Show us something amazing, they said, something that was going to sell bonds. Well, he found it, filmed it, and set it home. Years later, he even played a role inspired by the man who terrorized the sky that day.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he was one of the meanest cats in the sky. I saw him scalp six in one day, then kept strafing the ground troops. Had them pinned until he finally had to go back for fuel. Did…did you not know your grandpa’s a war hero?”

“I mean, sort of. He didn’t talk about it too much. He always said killing people didn’t make you a hero, saving people did.” A glint caught in the kid’s eye. “Wait, did you know him?”

No, but he wishes he had. After the war, people made heroes into stars, real or imaginary. If you served, which nearly everyone did whether they wanted to or not, you had a much better shot of being America’s new headliner. He knows. It did wonders for his career. Before he’d been offered the role, he heard that the directors went to the man himself to play the character inspired by him. He was told he refused, said Hollywood wasn’t for him. Last he heard, the Flying Fox planted his feet in the ground someplace, started a family with that little army nurse he married.

And here was proof. Huh.

“Don’t ever tell anyone what you just told me.”

“But-”

“Listen. There’s a reason most everyone here doesn’t use their real names.” Unless you were a nobody in real life, like a certain red freak, then it didn’t matter as much. “Everyone’s got enemies. Scores to settle. If you’ve got a famous name, you’ve got a big target on your head.”

“…is that why you don’t see like…really famous evil people from history down here? They’re all hiding?”

“Trust me, kid. If they aren’t hiding, they’re dead and never coming back.” Hell didn’t tolerate rivals. If someone died and their large movement died with them, they are immediately targeted by overlords. Most didn’t last the week. Hell also had its own weird code. Similar to a prison, perhaps, where inmates decided that certain people were just not worth the breaths they were taking. That’s one of the reasons that Vox almost never saw anybody from the opposite side of the war. That, and he might kill them himself. There was never a bad time to burn one of them from the inside out.

“I always thought it was because of the deals, ‘cause you have to sign your real name for it to mean something.” He added.

That was another part of it. People have drawn the similarities between deals in Hell with deals in fairytales. As far as Vox knew, which was considerable judging from how many employees he had, dealmaking didn’t strip a person of their name entirely. Though, maybe it could, in a warped sense of the meaning. And, it was a road that seemed to go both ways. Say what you will, ‘Vox’ was a completely different person when he was above ground and still going by the name his father picked out.

On the subject of family members, he wondered what dear old dad was doing. It’s strange that he hasn’t come across him down here. Then again, maybe he has. He could’ve barbequed him a long time ago and just never known. Aside from personal experience, he wasn’t exactly memorable.

“Names have power here.” He conceded. “And so does knowledge. Keep yours close to your chest, got it?”

“Got it.” He nodded back. “So…you said you were speaking Morse for four years-”

He rolled his eyes.

“Kid, I am not going into my past.”

“Um, okay, but I just wanted to know what your callsign was.”

Oh. Um.

“…Bogie. They…the boys called me Bogie as a joke, after the actor.”

“Bogie? Like Humphrey Bogart?” He chirped.

He fought tooth and nail with his face to keep it the fuck together. Don’t you dare smile at that.

“How do you even know who that is?”

“How could I not?” He almost sounded offended, before winking. “‘Here’s looking at you, kid’.”

Okay, whoever it was that forced this child to watch the classics…well done. Bravo, truly. There was one of them left in the world with taste…until they killed him. See, this is why they can’t have nice things.

For just a moment, in the back of his head, he wondered if he could start up movie nights again. He tried so hard with Vel and Val, but he had to let them pick the films sometimes. Either it ended up with Val putting on something to seduce Vox, or Vel put on some recent flick she learned about through the grapevine, things hardly ever worth the hours wasted watching them. Then, she’d jump on her phone the whole time it was playing. Both of their attention spans were exactly zero for any movie with drama, charm, and dialogue that required there not to be explosions every two seconds. Look, he enjoyed a CGI action flick like anyone else, but if he ever wanted to watch a movie that was actually good, not just entertaining, then he had to watch it in his own time. And when did he ever have that?

“You know, for a kid that died in the 90s, you sure do watch a lot of old crap.”

“It’s not crap.” He defended immediately. “And ask Velvette. Certain things never go out of style.”

Oh great. He was quoting them now. The last thing he needed was for the kid to start sounding like any of them. If he ever quotes Val, he’d seriously consider a muzzle.

“Right, well, I’ve got to get back to work, so keep quiet and out of the way.”

“’Kay.” He proceeded to do exactly not that, walking up close to the tank again and encouraging his sharks over. His fingers played against the floor like piano keys. Vox’s eyes from every corner of the room caught the pattern, even if he couldn’t hear from softness of the taps.

Loxley hailing Bogie. Message received. Ending transmission until all clear. Over and out.

A series of blips peppered out from one of his speakers. It was so inconvenient how convenient it was to transfer his thoughts across the mainframe sometimes.

Bogie transmitting to Loxley. Read you loud and clear. Directions to be given shortly. Over and out.

The kid’s ears flicked back, and he lit up as Vox turned his attention back to work.

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How do Beauty Standards Affect Society?

Beauty standards are something that always has happened during our society's history. Each society has different standards, but all of them have standards. Their importance may vary, but it is a fact that beauty standards affect both society and individuals deeply. However, how does it affect society? Are beauty standards something excellent or negative?

What is a Beauty Standard?

There is little consensus in the academic field on why the beauty standard exists. What we know for a fact is that it has always existed in more civilized societies and that it profoundly affects everyone in it.

Some sway that the beauty standard exists because our human nature seeks reproductive health in others, so the standard is anyone who looks healthy enough to have kids. However, this theory fails to explain social or cultural beauty standards, focusing only on why we can feel the natural need to fall for health-looking people.

Capitalism has played a massive role in our lives, including in how we see each other. It changed our beauty standards profoundly—for example, the culture of tall, white, and skinny models. The beauty and clothing industry sold the idea that women are beautiful only if they are so thin that you can grab their entire waist with only your arms.

Social media also plays a significant role in the ever-changing beauty standard. After many decades of the thin standard, a huge part of society agreed that maybe what is beautiful is to let people be themselves. Forcing them to be extremely thin isn't exactly the healthiest behavior. So, many movements became famous, including the body positivity movement. Most of them were only possible because of social media.

Unfortunately, we are seeing a comeback of the 1990s and 2000s beauty standards, which can be exceedingly hurtful to many, independent of their gender. After all, when we discuss beauty standards, we usually focus on women since they are the people affected the most. Yet, it is essential to remember that everyone lives under these standards.

How Does It Affect our Society?

Beauty standards affect all of us deeply. They are the reason why we pick certain clothes, why we want to look a certain way. Colonization is an excellent example of how beauty standards change and how they affect society.

Several countries started to accept white and fair skin as the most beautiful type of skin after European countries colonized them, especially in America and Africa. Other European characteristics also became part of the beauty standard, such as the shape of their noses and cheekbones. As said above, being thin and tall are also characteristics of our current beauty standard.

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No, obviously. You are beautiful, and everyone is. Beauty standards are used to control people's bodies and minds. They put people into molds and make them all look identical. They make those who don't fit feel left out and powerless. They are used to control, and we must go against it. We can't let random people put us down because we don't fit their concept of beauty.

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