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amica-aenigmata-naboo · 6 months

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Fae Folly

Astarion x Y/N - drabble - 1.2K WC NSFW 18+

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Warnings: oral and penetrative sex, alcohol, sex pollen theme kinda?, descriptions of male and female anatomy

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The wine in Baldur’s Gate was stronger than you anticipated. You had never had this concoction before, part elixir of folly and part sweet red from the high elves from far off in Faerun. You nicked it from behind the bar in Elfsong. You sat on your bed in the room you shared with your lover, Astarion. He was out right now, picking up some treats you asked for now that they were readily available. He insisted on spoiling you and indulging. The wine felt strong, just not in the sense you expected. You felt warm all over, everything felt sensitive. Your mind swimming with pure happiness and thoughts of Astarion. They started off simple and innocent enough. Thinking back to your adventures together and how you both managed to accidentally fall in love. You thought of how you healed each other. How you loved one another. You closed your eyes, finishing off the last of the bottle. You laid back on the bed, humming with content.

That’s when it started to happen. Your skin prickled and crawled. It felt like warm needles in the best way. Your body tingled and your lower stomach felt like lava was poured into it. Pulses shot between your legs. You were shaking, running your hands over your body in attempts to calm your erratic heart beat. The touch made it worse, you felt overstimulated in your body and your mind.

The door opened, Astarion smiled for only a moment before putting the treats on the desk and rushing to your side.

“Darling what’s wrong?” He asked, bringing his hands to yours.

You snatched your hands away from him, the touch feeling too intense. Astarion looked at the bottle next to you. He grabbed the familiar bottle, Fae Folly is what it was. In small doses, a euphoric drink. In large doses, a strong aphrodisiac that won’t fade until certain… needs are met.

Astarion held the bottle, “How much did you drink?”

“”Half” you struggled to get out, your hand wandering between your legs in an attempt to relieve yourself.

Astarion’s eyes went wide. 200 years old or not he remembers how the high elves make this particular brew. The alcohol is weak, and wears off in about 30 minutes. But the elixir of folly lasts for hours. And the not so known ingredient, liquor of incubus, lasts until the consumers needs are met. Half a bottle was more than enough. Your shaking, the sweat on your brow, your hand between your legs…

“Darling, do you know what this is?” He asked you, standing up and putting the empty bottle on the desk.

You shook your head, your body writhing and shaking in the bed. Frustrated, you yanked your hand out from between your thighs. Astarion was always beautiful, but he looked especially gorgeous tonight. You could see every detail about him through a haze of lust. You wanted him in the most carnal, primal way. Your eyes followed him around the room, waiting for him to speak.

“How long ago did this,” he gestured to you and the state you were in, “start?”

“An hour.” You whined, even speaking was becoming difficult. “Star please…” you begged, running your hands over your chest, playing with your nipples to bring you any relief.

Astarion couldn’t deny the jolt of arousal that shot through him at your whimpers. “Little love… I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Star, the alcohol wore off ages ago… please darling…. It hurts…” you whimpered, tears making their way into your eyes from the pain of it all.

Astarion pulled you effortlessly to the edge of the bed by your ankle. You moaned just at the skin to skin contact. Astarion sunk to his knees, pulling your small clothes down and shirt off. His eyes met yours as he pulled your thighs apart. You sucked in a sharp breath as the cold night air hit your glistening cunt.

“Are you sure darling?” He asked, inching closer.

“Yes… please.” You bucked your hips up.

Astarion dove in like a man starved. You yelped at the contact but gods, you never wanted him to stop. Pure lightning coursed through you at every lick and suck. He slipped two fingers inside you, making you let out a strangled scream when he found the right spot inside you. How worked you over, fingers and tongue making the lava in your stomach boil over. It didn’t take long for you to let out a moan as you came on his tongue.

You settled a bit, the feelings lingered and you could feel them bubbling up again. Astarion crawled up your body, his face covered with concern. “My sweet, where did you find that drink?”

“Behind the bar, I took it…” you said as you regulate your breathing.

“Well… you stole quite the drink. It’s meant to be taken in small amounts my love. It has side effects if taken in too high of a dose.” Astarion moved you to the top of the bed before moving to sit next to you. “Did I help?” He asked cautiously.

“A bit… it’s coming back Star…” you whined at him, ready to beg for him.

“Would you like me to help?” He asked, concern still present in his eyes but you could see the lust overtaking him.

“Please, Astarion please… I need you, I want you…” you babbled quickly while letting out sweet little noises.

Astarion ghosted his fingers over your body, he felt awful the drink was tormenting you but… there are worse ways to be tormented, especially with him there to help you. “You’re so sweet when you beg darling, it’s like music to my ears.”

You opened your mouth to beg him to stop teasing, all that came out was a gasp as Astarion ran the head of his cock through your folds. Slapping the head on your clit a few times before slipping inside. He buried himself to the hilt, you let out delicious moans with each inch. He set a brutal pace, fingers laced with yours above your head. He kissed over your neck and chest, sucking hickies into you, eliciting moans that would make Haarlep blush. You could feel yourself boiling over, fluttering around Astarion making him groan and falter slightly.

“Bite me…” you breathed out.

You didn’t have to ask him twice, he sunk his teeth into your neck. Delectable crimson gushed into his mouth sending him over the edge. He picked up his pace, groaning into your neck. The blood and overstimulation egged him on. You toppled over the edge as he licked your punctures clean. He continued fucking you through your orgasm, only slowing when you put your hands on his chest.

Astarion rolled to lay next to you. “Hells darling… that was…”

“Amazing?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow at him while you tried to slow your heart beat.

“I don’t know if there is a word to describe the absolute bliss I just felt.” Astarion said before sitting up a bit. “Uh oh…”

“Uh oh? Uh oh what?” You sat bolt upright worried you crossed a boundary.

“Darling I think your blood still has some remnants of the Fae Folly…” he said, sneaking his hand between your thighs.

“What ever shall we do?” You asked, fake swooning back into the bed.

“You’ll just have to wait and see…” Astarion said, kissing all over your body.

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Naboo's Note:

Hello!! I hope you all enjoy this little treat. I have surgery next week so I cannot speak to when the next fic will be out but if I get bored I'll try to write more. ILYSM <3 :)

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teddywrites0 · 4 months

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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲. (𝐡.𝐲)

summary: yunjin has found herself crushing on her friend, who has a crush on someone else. it’s not as simple as that however, y/n is the first girl yunjin has ever liked… and you like a boy. (student!yunjin femstudent!reader, brief yeonjunxreader, brief angst, jealousy, pining, sunshine sunshine protector, reader is lowkey an idiot, friends to lovers.)

warnings: cursing, detailed descriptions of a fight, blood, detailed description of an injury, yeonjun is a douche (not a portrayal of him irl!!), the word “gag” once, let me know if i missed any!

word count: 2.1k

a/n: not proofread! obviously based off of that song that’s trending on tiktok, im not sure if it’s out yet (:

©teddywrites0: do not repost or translate my works! (reblogs are appreciated.)

she watched as you walked into the room, hair swaying with each step. you were an enigma, hard to figure out, but beautiful nonetheless. everything you did was beautiful to her as a matter of fact. she was just proud to be your friend, she was proud that she was the one you were walking to. “hey jen how’s that term paper going?” your rich voice rang through her ears like church bells. “you know i hate when you call me that,” she said softly with flushed cheeks, “it’s going fine, how about yours?” you sat in front of her in the small table of the library. “i finished last night, even though our professor told me to stop being such an overachiever.” you said sulking cutely. she watched as you looked down at your lap, it was adorable to her. “sometimes it’s good to overachieve, you’ve got a talent.” she complimented. you looked up with wide eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “you really think so?” she giggled at your innocence, “of course.” you reached for her hand, rubbing your thumb over the back. her smile dropped and she pulled back her hand. “are you alright?” you asked, oblivious to what a mess you just made to her stomach which was flooded with butterflies. “yeah.. yeah just fine.” she plastered a fake smile across her face. she would never admit her feelings even to herself, she thought she was silly. that maybe she just hasn’t found the right guy. the problem with her feelings.. just walked into the library. “god look at him, how can someone be so perfect?” you ogled. you had that fairytale look on your face. yunjin wanted to bury herself into the ground and never crawl back out. part of her wished you’d make a move on him and get it over with. he was popular, even if you were the most gorgeous woman in her eyes.. choi yeonjun wasn’t a relationship person. it didn’t matter if you hooked up with him, he’d be done with you in the morning. she wished it would just happen so she could comfort you when he says his trademark line, “i don’t do relationships.” so you would finally stop speaking about him. so she did what she did best, “just talk to him, if he rejects you move onto the next.” fake it. you sighed deeply, still staring as he typed away at his laptop. he looked up, meeting your eyes with a smirk. you quickly looked away, “holy shit we made eye contact, hide me!” you panicked covering your face with your hands. he was already standing up, walking coolly toward your table. yunjin rolled her eyes preparing for a pickup line or a faux compliment. “hey beautiful, couldn’t help but notice you staring.” he said as he took a seat beside you. yunjin wanted to gag. your hands remained on your face, burning with a fiery blush. “adorable, isn’t she?” he asked, acknowledging yunjins presence for the first time with a sly grin. he lifted his slender hand and gently removed your own from your face, “what’s your name angel?”you giggled nervously at the sudden contact, “y/n.” you said softly. “well y/n, go on a date with me?” now yunjin wasn’t expecting that. her stomach was in knots. usually yeonjun picks up a girl from a party, he’s never actually been on a date with someone as far as she knew. how does she know so much about him? he was her bestfriend, until college started. “yes! i-i mean sure!” you said grinning ear to ear. that’s when her heart sunk to her stomach. “alright sweetheart, meet me at that one fancy place on main street at eight.” he said tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. once he had left yunjin spoke up, “a gentlemen would’ve offered to pick you up.” you rolled your eyes playfully, “i’m sure he has his reasons.”

now here yunjin was, helping you get ready for a date that wasn’t with her. “do you think he likes red? or is that too sexy? i could do pink but i don’t want to seem too innocent.” you rambled while skimming through your closet like a mad woman. “just wear the white one. it suits your.. figure.” she said carefully. “you’re right. thank you again, for helping me.” you said as you began to take your jeans off. yunjin quickly turned around, “you’re welcome.” she said nervously. you furrowed your eyebrows, shaking your head and dismissing the thought of asking why she seemed so uncomfortable. once you were changed you stared long and hard in the mirror before turning back toward yunjin. “how do i look?” you asked fiddling with your fingers. she turned around, eyes widening, lips parting. “you look..” — “is it bad?” she quickly shook her head, “no you look gorgeous.” you smiled, pulling her into a tight hug and thanked her for the fifth time that night. “would you mind if i walked you? i just want to make sure you get there safely.” truthfully she did want you to be safe, but she also wanted her time with you to last a bit longer. “that would be great actually, but i wouldn’t want you to walk alone on your way back.” you said, pulling away slightly so your arms were still around the back of her neck. the proximity of your faces making her extremely nervous. “it’s alright i’ll wait for you outside.” it didn’t take long for her to convince you, you finally had let her go and she felt like she could breathe again. the night wind blew your loosely curled hair and yunjin had to stop herself from staring a few times. it was getting chilly, the sun had set and you repeatedly rubbed your hands together. to tell the truth she thought he was going to stand you up, but low and behold there he was, looking as smug as ever as he offered a hand to you at the entrance of the restaurant. he gave yunjin a quick look of accomplishment.

once inside yeonjun led you to a table, pulling a chair out for you and taking the seat across from you. “you know.. i’ve noticed how you look at me.” he said smirking. you blushed, “was i obvious?” he chuckled, “in lectures, in the library, i just don’t know how you didn’t notice me looking at you.” he flirted. you smiled softly, and shortly a waiter came to take your orders. he ordered an expensive wine, and the date went well. he was almost too flirty, you found it a bit overwhelming. if it were anyone else they’d think he was sweetening them up, kissing their ass if you will. but unfortunately for you, you’re oblivious to a lot of things. yunjin sat on a bench outside, hugging her cardigan to her chest. it had been over an hour, she really didn’t understand how all of a sudden yeonjun had seemingly become a date person. finally, you and yeonjun walked out, his hand against the small of your back. yunjin stood up, “ready?” she asked. you nodded before gasping, “i left my phone!” you ran inside before yunjin or yeonjun could offer to get it for you. “look at you.. waiting out here like some kind of body guard.” yeonjun said sourly. yunjin glared at him, “she’s my friend, and knowing you i’d like to make sure she’s safe.” he furrowed his brows, “what is that supposed to mean?” before she could answer you had rushed out, looking at the two in confusion. “is everything alright?” yeonjun smiled, “just peachy.” he then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. yunjin rolled her eyes. “jen you should sleep over!” you said. she pursed her lips into an awkward smile. you and yeonjun said your goodbyes and you interlocked your arm with yunjins. back at your apartment, she found herself zoning out through the story of your date. “and then he kissed my cheek and god it was magical, you saw it right?” she snapped out of her thoughts and nodded. “we’re going on another date next weekend!” you said, excitedly clasping your hands together. now this is weird. “i’m happy for you.” she said with faux excitement. “i’m going to see if he’ll join us for lunch tomorrow, if that’s okay?” you said, a hopeful glint in your eye. how could she say no to you? you always gave puppy dog eyes, whether it was intentional or not. it was everyone who ever knew you’s weakness. “that would be great!” she said, knowing deep down it would be hell.

he didn’t show up, you and yunjin sat in the campus cafe for thirty minutes and he didn’t show up. yunjin was more upset than you seemed to be. she watched you check your phone every five seconds, stare at the door in hopes to see him walk in. it was pitiful, and she was growing frustrated. “c’mon we’re leaving, he’s an asshole.” you reluctantly stood up, walking out of the cafe with yunjins arm around your shoulder. you wanted to cry, it wasn’t that big of a deal, you thought maybe he had his reasons. “listen guys are jerks, he’s not an exception.” she reassured you. you walked down the sidewalk gripping onto yunjins shirt while her arm remained on your shoulders. you were embarrassed, it was your first date in a long time and you thought it went well; but apparently not. she was pissed. you had to walk through the parking lot to get to the main campus. on your way, a couple making out against a car caught your attention. “gross.” yunjin said grimacing. “wait..” you said cautiously removing yourself from yunjins side and approaching them. “yeonjun?” you said quietly, a quiver in your voice. he turned around, no sign of remorse in his eyes. “hey sweetheart.” he smirked. the girl left with an annoyed scoff. “how could you?” you asked, tears welling into your eyes. yunjin caught up, slowly realizing what was happening. “we’re not in a relationship? how is it your concern?” yunjin pushed you slightly out of the way, slapping him harshly. “you are such a selfish, arrogant ass!” she shouted, gaining the attention of a few students. he scoffed, “you mind explaining yourself?” she shouted yet again. you watched in silence, choking back sobs. “i was playing the long game, sweetening her up until i could get a taste of that innocent p-“ she landed a punch square on his nose. you gasped and students started to crowd around the three of you. he hunched over, holding his bleeding nose. “i’m not going to fight a girl.” — “tough.” she said before kicking into his side. “yunjin stop!” you shouted. she couldn’t hear you, all she could hear was her heart pumping rapidly in anger. she shoved him and hit him anywhere she could. finally, having enough, he punched her back. “h-holy shit.” he said, realizing what he had done. her lip began to bleed, a deep cut tracing her bottom lip from his ring. you grabbed her wrist pulling her away from the crowd before a professor or campus police showed up.

you rushed her to the infirmary, “where the hell is the nurse when you need her?” you shouted. a note was left on the desk, “on lunch.” it read. “great.” you scoffed. you pushed yunjin down onto a cot gently. “y/n it’s okay really” — “no it’s not.” you interrupted rummaging through the supply drawer. you collected a cotton ball and some rubbing alcohol, “this is gonna sting a bit.” you said as you dabbed her lip gently with the alcohol coated cotton ball. she winced. you couldn’t quite see so you had to situate yourself to be standing directly between her legs. she looked up at you, it was so hard seeing you this close. “i wish you were a boy.” she whispered. “what?” you asked, “nothing.. it- it’s nothing.” — “jen.” you brought your hand up to cup her cheek. “y/n.” she whispered, voice shaking. you brought your face closer, leaning in. her lips were soft, and you weren’t sure exactly why it felt so right. you weren’t sure why you hadn’t done this a long time ago. you pulled away, leaning your forehead against hers. “what does this mean?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper. “i don’t know.. all i know is i want you to do it again.” she said with a slight smile. you smiled leaning into another kiss.

#huh yunjin #jennifer huh #yunjin #friends #to lovers #wlw #slight angst #le sserafim

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cardierreh15 · 6 months

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So Anxious

Another story for Kinktober! (Again I’m not really following a list lol I’m doing my own thing) Enjoy babies 🤎🧡

***I do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warning 18+: Cursing , Alcohol Consumption, Dry Humping , Fingering , Smut , Alien/Human Sex , Praise Kink , Dirty Talk , Role Playing (Superman & Goddess) , Suggestive Behavior/Dancing

Pairings: Clark Kent x Cardíerre James (Nicki Minaj)

Description: Cardíerre & Clark throw a Halloween Party!

Word Count: 3.8K

Song(in order): Water by Tyla , So Anxious By Ginuwine

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Cardierre sighed heavily as she looked down at her watch. She grumbled to herself as she pulled the sandwich tray out of the refrigerator, ‘Where the hell is he?’ Clark wasn’t the type to be unpunctual. He was pretty good with time.

She couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he was concerned about his costume. But she assured him that he didn’t have to show up with a costume. After all, this was just as much his party as it was hers.

Her phone chimed on, alerting her that her guests were now arriving. Putting her worries to the side for just a moment, she clapped her hands together, jumping up and down in excitement.

‘One second!’ She rushed to the downstairs half bathroom and adjusted her cleavage in her bra and her skirt.

The doorbell rang once before she practically ran to the front door. Unlocking the door, she pulled it to the side in a hurry with a happy grin on her face. She was hoping it was Clark, but in fact the complete opposite. She raised a brow, perplexed about this unexpected arrival.

‘Bruce? What the hell are you doing here?’ He wore a regular black tailored suit with a trench coat. Nothing out of the ordinary from him. She should’ve expected that.

Her close friend stepped from the side of the house with a devious grin. She was dressed up as Mystique from X-Men. Painted down to every detail and every accessory, she put Jennifer Lawrence to shame. ‘Now why would you think we’d pass this up hmm?’

Cardi screamed happily as she extended her arms before the girls embraced in a warm hug. It had been quite some time since they’ve all seen one another. She was residing in Gotham still and since Cardi’s promotion, it was hard to take some time off to go see her closest friends.

‘Oh my god! I’m so glad you guys were able to make it! I was preparing for the worst out here!’ She giggled before looking over at Bruce and raising a brow, ‘You couldn’t get him to dress up at least?’

‘I tried. Trust me.’ Helena giggled as she gave Bruce a gentle elbow at his arm.

‘Wishful thinking. He’s been like this since we’ve been kids. Come on! Go inside and make yourself at home!’ She stepped to the side and smiled even wider when a few more guests walked up her walkway.

Stepping out of the way completely, she told everyone to make themselves comfortable and that they could help themselves with all the snacks she’d made and had catered for them.

Standing on the porch, she let out a heavy sigh as she looked at her watch once again. It was 7:45PM. He was extremely late.

Rolling her eyes, she stormed back into her house to see that the party was in full swing. People from her job, old and new friends were making conversation with one another. This was all going so well and it was so perfect. She was just missing her most important piece. Her man.

Helena walked over to her, her head falling to the side as she noticed that something wasn’t right about the place. But with the somber look on her friend’s gorgeous face, it immediately clicked. ‘Hey, where’s Clark?’

Cardierre sighed and shrugged her shoulders, ‘I don’t know, Lena. It’s 10 til and he hasn’t shown up yet. What if the bad guys got to him? And I’m here helpless…’

‘What? Girl, ain’t nobody snatching Clark big ass off of the streets. He’s built like a goddamn tank and not to mention… There's something about him that stands out from everyone else. Ain't no way they’d pick him.’

She scoffed at the joke, trying not to laugh but she was right. ‘Yeah… He is a big guy ain’t he? Ion know I just know he’s not irresponsible like this. I know he said he didn’t like his costume but.. It’s not that deep. Hell, I don’t even know what the costume looks like!’

‘Well, you know men. They’re probably harder on themselves than anyone else. You see the shit didn’t work with Bruce.’ Helena jerked her chin towards Bruce who stood secluded in the far right corner of the room by the kitchen, ‘That fool gave me the ultimatum of not going if I forced that Magneto costume on him.’

The girls cackled with one another for a second. ‘Here. Where’s your phone? Go call him? It is the last Saturday before Halloween. There’s a ton of parties being thrown and he is probably just sitting in traffic.’

She let out a gentle sigh and nodded, ‘Yeah. You’re right girl. I’ll go call him now.’

As soon as she picked up her phone another Ring camera notification chimed on her phone. She opened it up to see a tall being pacing back and forward by the garage. They sported a huge black cape. She assumed that it was another guest who probably got lost or was just nervous as hell to walk into the party. Perhaps they thought they’d look ridiculous!

They couldn’t have been that bad. There was the Scarecrow from The Wiz here, Mystique, Johnny Cage from Mortal Kombat, A Mickey & Minnie Mouse…And about a dozen more characters. And then there was Bruce… dressed as… Bruce.

No one could look as ridiculous as he did in this moment. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

She placed her phone down before she walked towards the front door. When she walked out to the porch deck, she took a deep breath and walked to the right side where the individual was standing there like a statue. ‘Hey! You know the party is on the inside right? Why don’t you come inside! We have beer, liquor, food,... candy?’

He didn’t speak for a long moment before slowly turning around to face her. ‘Cardi.’

Her heart fell to the pit of her stomach. ‘Clark!? Baby, is that you?!’ She quickly rushed off of the deck and stopped in her tracks. She took in the moment to really drink him in.

‘Well…’ He said as he extended his arms for her to get a good look at him. ‘What do you think?’

Other than the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, she couldn’t understand why he looked so much like the one the world knew as Kal-El. She couldn’t even explain the enthrallment she felt for him at this moment. Just swooning like a teenage girl admiring her crush.

Completely speechless.

‘I knew it. I look ridiculous.’ Clark sighed as he placed one hand on his hip and scratched the back of his head.

‘What?! What? Baby, baby no!’ She rushed over to him. ‘You just… you look just like him.’ She snaked her arm around his small waist as she reached up to cup his jaw. ‘You look amazing.’ Cardi grinned before her happy brown eyes studied his eyes for a second before they drifted down to his chest. There sat that infamous “S” but in silver.

‘Since when did Superman wear black? Where did you even get this?! Is this the costume you were so concerned about?!’ She asked in wonder.

Clark was shaken out of his thoughts with her voice. He looked down at his chest as she traced the intricate detailing of the letter. It even felt familiar. ‘As far as I know… he doesn’t. But actually I…’ he paused for a second, ‘I had a friend make this for me.’

Perhaps he called his father his friend.

‘Well, it’s beautiful. And Unique! Most certainly puts that Bright blue to shame. I bet if he were here, he’d probably try to shake you up for it.’ She giggled.

‘Probably.’ Clark laughed as he reached his hand behind her head; his fingers getting lost in her blown out hair. His other hand rested on her hip. ‘You look absolutely irresistible right now. I think it might be a little harder to focus with all these people around tonight.’ His grin remained.

‘Oh? Are we playing a little game?’

‘It can be whatever you want it to be, baby.’

Cardi bit into her glossed bottom lip before she pulled his face down to meet her in a tantalizing kiss. Slipping her tongue into his warm mouth, she welcomed his in return as they held onto one another a little bit tighter.

Then, when she broke the kiss, she let out a deep breath before letting out a giddy giggle. ‘C’mon.’ She said as she grabbed his hand and started walking backwards, ‘We can’t keep our guests waiting.’

Once inside of the party, all eyes were on him.

Bruce stood up straight, his stormy blue eyes damn near popping out of his head, ‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.’

Helena looked up from pouring two glasses of Pink Whitney and lemonade to see Cardi and Clark walking into the party. A huge grin of happiness curled on her face but also, she was admiring how amazing his costume looked.

She walked up to the both of them, ‘Wooow. Damn Clark! How much are they paying you at the Planet?! That’s a good lookin’ costume there.’ She grinned as she took a sip of her drink.

‘Thanks– Helena. Since you're here, I’d assume Bruce has come too, yes?’

‘Mmmhmm. He’s over there in the corner hidin’ like a Bat in a cave. You should go speak to him.’

Clark’s eyes landed on Bruce who was staring at him with a “BE FUCKING SERIOUS” glare written all over his face. ‘I’ll go say Hi. He doesn’t look like he’s having a good time. Maybe I should cheer him up.’ He looked down at Cardi, ‘Be good.’ He winked.

‘No promises!’ Cardierre grinned as she watched him walk off to be with his friend. A smile plastered on her face like the joker. She was so infatuated! It was as if what she was sad about earlier never even mattered.

Helena stared at her friend for a second before looking over at Clark. ‘Well, what happened?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I mean did you scold him about being late?’

‘No. I’m not his mother, Lena.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘It was exactly what I thought it was. The costume. He swore up and down that he looked ridiculous.’

‘What? Ridiculous? Do you not see your man?!’ Both of the girls looked over at Clark talking to Bruce. Yeah, they were gawking.

‘Are those all his muscles?!’ Helena asked curiously, squinting her eyes trying to better her vision.

Cardi’s mouth fell as she tried not to laugh before slapping her friend on the arm, ‘Yes! They are! As far as I know anyway.’ She giggled.

Helena giggled as she held the second cup out towards her, ‘Here. You drink this. It’ll take for me to shove this cup down Bruce’s throat for him to drink this mess.’

‘Thanks.’ Cardi giggled before taking a big gulp of the strong drink.

After a little while longer, the party was jumping and thumping! People were all around, dancing, singing, eating– having the time of their lives! Clark and Bruce pretty much stayed glued to one another’s hips the whole night. All until Cardierre got a little bit looser than usual.

Water by Tyla started playing and she began to let the music take over her body. She was dancing with Helena, rocking and grinding her hips with her friend. And once she caught Clark’s atlantic blue eyes staring at her through the crowd, she placed her hands on her body and began to caress herself.

Helena decided to turn up the notch to make Clark lose his mind. She took the water bottle off the bartop and poured it down Cardierre’s back and her chest. ‘WHOOOOO!’ The guests began to cheer as she rolled and rocked her hips like a belly dancer.

‘AYO CLARK! COME GET YA GIRL!’

Clark and Bruce watched closely as the scene unfolded before them. Clark reached out and carefully grabbed Bruce’s shirt, ‘Control yourself… Your woman is here.’

Cardi laughed happily as she and her friend gave one another a high five. She then skipped off to the kitchen to make herself another drink. They ran out of plastic cups so that would require her to go in the pantry.

She pulled the door open and walked inside to grab the unopened container of cups. When she turned back around, Clark was standing at the door with his big, sturdy arms folded across his chest. His head was cocked to the side, eyes wandering her body that was covered in a thin sheet of water with a few drops here and there.

‘I know what you’re doing and you’re not going to get away with it, Cardierre.’

Ooh! Her government! He meant business.

‘I-I don’t know what you mean, Clarky-Pooh.’ She gave him a goofy grin. ‘Now, can you get out my way so I can tend to our guests?’ She carefully pushed past him. But not before he could grab her by her arms and pull her back into his brawny frontside.

She gasped at the sudden movement, looking up at him as he pressed his hardened member against her back. He looked down at her with a slightly amused look on his face, ‘Do you see what you’re doing to me? Ever since I saw you tonight I’ve been thinking about bending you over that dining room table.’

Cardi giggled as she licked at her lips, ‘Baby, not in front of the guests.’ she pressed her ass against him once more and grind her hips on him, ‘I’m sure you can wait til the party’s over…’ She stopped, ‘Right?’

Clark closed his eyes, letting out a frustrated grunt before his forehead rested on top of her head. ‘Yes..’ He sighed as he released his hold on her. ‘I can wait. Go ahead and do your thing. Let me adjust myself.’ He let out an embarrassed sigh as he stepped into the pantry and closed the door.

Letting out an evil laugh, she walked back to the central area of the party to see Bruce and Helena getting well acquainted on the dancefloor. She smiled softly, so happy to see both of her close friends developing a relationship. She thought it was cute.

Shortly after, she felt Clark place his hand on her hip before placing a cute little kiss on her cheek then her head. ‘Are you having a good time baby? Was it everything you expected it to be?’

She smiled softly and looked up at him, ‘And more. Our first Halloween party and everybody looks like they are having a wonderful time. Most of all though,’ She turned around to face her lover, ‘I’m glad you’re here.’

‘Yeah?’ Clark smirked as he wrapped his arms around her waist, ‘Well what you gonna do to make use of my presence?’

‘Why should I tell you when I can just show you?’ She raised a brow with a dark, drunken smirk.

Clark looked away, letting out a chuckle before looking down at her once again, ‘Alright. That’s it.’ And he quickly scooped down, wrapped his arms around her thighs and threw her over her shoulder.

‘AHHH! CLARK!’ Cardi giggled out loud before he landed a smack on her ass.

‘Hush!’ He exclaimed as he walked out of the kitchen and walked through the crowd.

Bruce and Helena watched as Clark carried Cardi across the room.

‘Oh! Everyone! Enjoy the party! Just got to have a conversation with my woman in the bathroom!’

Cardi laughed as she gave the room a thumbs up.

***

Clark placed her down on the sink before he walked over and locked the door. Slowly turning to look at her as she adjusted herself on the sink. ‘I’ve warned you already. Why do you insist on teasing me all night mama? How is that fair?’

‘Because I think it’s funny. Plus, I wanted to see how long Superman can go before he loses his shit over me.’ She grinned as she slowly spread her thighs.

‘Well it didn’t take long now did it? You got what you wanted. Now it’s my turn.’ He said darkly as he closed in the gap and stood between her thighs. ‘Goddammit. I’m an lucky son of a bitch huh?’ He growled as his large hands caressed her thick smooth thighs.

‘More like blessed… Now, stop talking and give me a kiss daddy.’

Clark grinned as he placed another animalistic kiss upon her lips. His hands desperately reached up the sides of her thighs and tugged at the hips of her panties then dropped them to the ground. He reached between her thighs as he broke the kiss, resting his fingertips on her erected nub, ‘You’re warm and wet… are you ready for me? You think you can handle me, Goddess?’

She grinned darkly, her eyes glaring at him with pure desire, ‘What’s a man to a God?’

He chuckled seductively, ‘I figured you’d say that.’ And he shoved his middle and ring finger inside of her. Easily finding a warm and cozy home there as he curled them upwards.

‘Fuuuck.’ Her head fell back against the mirror as she felt her body grow numb with pleasure. ‘Yes, Superman!’

He used his free hand to pull her top down, exposing her pretty perky breasts. Not wasting another second, he quickly wrapped his lips around her nipple.

‘Shiiit.’

Clark was so damn hard he could probably cut through rocks. But the way he was going to use her… he was going to have to ask his Lord and Savior to forgive him.

‘Aaaah, fuck Clark you’re gonna make me cum.’ She gripped the edge of the sink for stability. She began to heave and hiccup as her body began to succumb to his magic.

‘Ooh already little Goddess?’ He hissed through his teeth as he rubbed at her G-spot faster, coaxing her orgasm out of her. He then used his thumb to rub her clit with the pad of his thumb. He groaned against her soft, supple tits.

‘OH! FUCK!’ she exclaimed before she placed her hand over her mouth, watching as he practically stole her orgasm from her. But she wasn’t mad.

He smirked as he pulled her hand down away from her face, ‘Goddesses deserved to be heard.’ He reached behind himself and unzipped his suit, pushing it down to his knees. He was standing at full attention for her. ‘Don’t you agree?’

Finally coming down from her powerful orgasm, she let out a shuddered sigh and nodded, ‘I do agree.’

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her down from the sink, turned her around and placed her knee on the cool porcelain. He moved the skirt from off of her and smooth his hand over her ass. He then landed a hard smack against her rump.

‘OOP!’ Cardi giggled and looked back at her lover. ‘Is Superman going to show me that brute strength?’

Clark smirked and grabbed his member, ‘Is that what the Goddess wants?’ He pressed the tip of his member against her honeyed slit and began to sink her hips into her.

Cardi let out a sharp gasp as she embraced his length. Her head fell back to look up at him as he bottomed out into her. ‘Augh! Uh-huuuh.’ She breathed out, clenching her teeth together as she braced herself for the work he was about to put on her.

He grabbed her jaw, as he leaned down and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He began to roll his hips into her at a slow and steady rhythm. He hummed against her lips as his free hand reached up to grope at her breast.

She moaned into his mouth as he began to pick up the pace and adjust the rhythm of his hips. When she broke the kiss, she kept her eyes on him as her brain tried to keep up with the pleasure her body was enduring. ‘Gods baby! You feel so fucking good!’ She gritted through her teeth as she leaned forward to grip the sink better.

‘Yeah? Damn you’re so fucking tight baby. Ugh, you take me so fucking well.’ He groaned as he landed another smack on her ass before placing his massive hands on her small waist for stability.

‘UGH! Fuck! Oooh you’re gonna make me cum already! Hoooh my goood! Yessss!’ Her walls began to spazz and throb around his member; making it tighter for him and more sensitive for her. She gripped the sink tightly as her orgasm began to rock her from her core.

Clark laughed crudely, taunting her as he fucked her through her orgasm, in turn doubling the pleasure she had from the previous one. ‘Look at you. You’re so fucking beautiful baby. Such a good little Goddess for me?’

‘Yes! I’m a good little Goddess daddy! Ugh, fuck!’

‘That’s my little Goddess.’ He reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her back towards his torso. ‘You think you were just going to wear that costume and not get punished for it?!’ He growled in her ear as he plunged into her harder and faster.

Unfortunately for Cardi, she was practically wheezing as he went in on her. Taking deep breaths and groans, her mouth felt like cotton. ‘N-no!’ She mewed out like a kitten. It felt so goddamn good, and she just knew the after care would be immaculate.

‘I can’t hear you little Goddess.’ He huffed in her ear, ‘You’re gonna have to speak up for me!’

‘NO! CLARK! PLEASE! DON’T STOP, PLEASE!’ she begged as she reached back and dug her pointy nails into his muscular thigh.

He wrapped his strong arm around her waist, hiding his face in her shoulder as he felt his own milky orgasm sneaking up on him too. ‘Fuck. Does Superman’s little Goddess want him to breed that pretty little pussy?’ He then bit into her shoulder gently.

‘Yes! Please, please Kal-El! Fill me up!’

There was something about her calling him by his Kryptonian name that just turned him on so much more. Perhaps it was the way her southern accent rolled with it. It just sent him on a quick downward spiral. His hips bucked sloppily as he began to tense up. ‘Ugh!’ he gritted his teeth together as he held her body close to his, emptying all of himself into her. ‘Uhhhh fuck!’ His thighs trembled, his knees buckled.

Cardi let out a heavy breath as her body relaxed against his. ‘Fuck.’ Then, she looked back at him with a drunken smile spread across her lips. ‘I fucking love you.’ She laughed.

‘No more than I could possibly love you Little Goddess.’ He chuckled tiredly as he placed a sweet kiss on her lips.

***

After the couple freshened themselves up and put themselves back together, they walked down the stairs to rejoin the party. It almost seemed as if they weren’t missed because the party was still full of life!

Clark and Cardi shared one more kiss before splitting up. He went to hangout with Bruce as she went to grab a bottle of water from the cooler.

‘Well if it ain’t Mr. And Mrs. “Mink, Mink, Mink”.’ Helena walked up with her hands on her hips, ‘You know I heard yall loud and clear right? Hell, most of the party did.’

‘Oh.’ She giggled and gave her an apologetic smile, ‘I’m sorry but, you can do whatever you wanna do when it’s your house.’ She teased.

‘I knew your ass would say something so asinine.’ Lena retorted, ‘Let’s just enjoy the rest of our night. Who knows when we’ll be able to see each other again after tonight.’

‘Sounds like a plan to me.’

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dragonfly0808 · 7 months

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Musa’s Discography Pt. 1

Yes, I spend way too long thinking about stuff like this about my characters leave me alone ajajajjaaa

But srly like 2 people have asked me about this and I’ve spent way too long thinking about what Musa discography would actually be like so… here is her discography with a way too detailed description of why I chose each of the songs, I had way too much fun with this.

First EP. Written in the later half of s2 and before s3 published in the summer between s2 and s3

I had no specific ‘theme’ for this one, just songs I felt fit Musa’s mentality and would be cool for her first project

For the first EP, which consists of:

The Beginning by Madison Beer.

I just really love this intro it’s a gorgeous showcase of vocals and it’s beautiful and perfect.

I Hate the Way by Sofia Carson.

I love this song. Musa would base if mostly off of Riven’s epic screw up in s2 ch27. Also the guitar solo part feels perfect for her.

Whispers by Halsey.

I can’t quite explain why but this song is so Musa-coded to me. At least my version of her. She builds walls up and tries to not care and fails miserably every time. Also touches slightly on the depression that she def never adressed before going to Alfea and meeting the girls

Run and Hide by Sabrina Carpenter.

I feel like this song fits Musa’s mentality in s1 and part of s2 perfectly especially when it comes to romantic love. ‘Started thinking love’s a loaded gun, nobody wants to fight’ ‘If you can’t hide run, if you can’t run hide’ ‘I don’t wanna run I don’t wanna hide’ it’s just perfect for how she used to think and I really love the idea of her writing this precisely as she starts to let go of that mentality

favorite crime by Olivia Rodrigo.

This would be a more story-telling type song written with Helia cause I feel like putting those two together they would absolutely go full story tellers and poem-like lyrics and this feels like smth they would absolutely write one night they couldn’t sleep cause they love a good sob love story

Ribs by Lorde.

Written about the Winx and the Specialists with a sprinkle of dreading growing up

Second EP. Written during the first half of s3, published right before Winter Break

This one did have a slight ‘theme’ to it since it was mostly written while she was fighting with Riven over secrets on both sides and she was very frustrated with herself and projecting a bit on him.

Hard to Love by Rose.

This feels very Musa-coded to me. She has that instinct of ‘oh shoot I’m loved? Fucking run for the hills!’ But more like… again, she builds walls. So I can see her writing this one night very frustrated with herself like, why am I like this?

Rock Bottom by Hailee Steinfeld.

I love this song and I feel like it suits Rivusa so perfectly in the first half of s3 ‘We’re on the right side of rock bottom and I hope that we keep falling. We’re on the good side of bad karma, cause we keep on coming back for more. We’re on the right side of rock bottom, and to you I just keep crawling. You’re the best kind of bad smth, cause we keep on coming back for more.’ Literally them at this point before they learn to properly communicate. Also ‘what are we fighting for? Seems like we do it just for fun.’ Love this song

Monster in Me by Little Mix.

Another song that suits them when they’re at rock bottom. ‘Touch me, why don’t we kill each other slowly?’ ‘The monster in me loves the monster in you’. Def can see Musa writing this when she’s frustrated with herself and Riv cause she knows why they’re both screwed up but can’t quite figure out how to get past it

when the party’s over by Billie Eilish.

This was when, for a moment Musa considered just calling it quits cause she wonders if maybe they’re both too fucked up to make it work and she wrote this whilst in depression. She also realized that she was hurting him by picking fights and not being honest and wrote this in response to that realization

Midnight Rain by Taylor Swift.

This one was also co-written by Helia, they went for another story-telling not-to-be love story.

False God by Taylor Swift.

Another song that feels oh so Rivusa-coded to me. Like, cmon this is one of those songs that played in the back of my head every single time I had them argue in s3 and feels like the perfect song to end an album all about fighting the one you love

Winx Rewrite Masterlist

Part 2

#winx club #winx rewrite #winx #winx headcannon #winx fanfic #winx headcanons #winx musa #winx riven #winx rivusa #rivusa #riven x musa #musa x riven #winx helia #winx headcannons #veiled wings and shattered panoramas #a withering pretense

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c-m-stuff · 1 year

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Undercover

-Description: You and Spencer are married. When you needed to go undercover, something went wrong.

-Warnings: Angst, language, mention of rape, mention of fight

-Word count: 1214

-Note: Hey guys, I'm back with a somewhat more angsty one. Speaking of the warnings, those are only mentions, nothing got discussed in detail. This is also a repost from Wattpad! If you have any requests, send them in! Much love!

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Y/N POV:

'Are you ready?' Aaron asked, while we sat in the black SUV with Derek and JJ.

'Yes, I'm ready.'

I was about to go undercover, meeting with the unsub on a so called date. After creating a fake profile on one of the most popular dating sites, it took me an hour of chatting, before he finally asked me out.

I wore a beautiful, black dress, with stunning, black heels under it. A necklace was hugging my collarbone, while my hair was just loosely behind me. I got an earpiece in my ear, hearing everything the team said.

I took my little handbag, and stepped out of the SUV. While I took place in the sweet restaurant, Derek and JJ came walking in, taking place not much further. While we were all waiting for the man to show up, Penelope began talking.

'While we need to wait for that creep, I really need your advice, cupcake. I am stuck between two choices for a gift for Kevin's upcoming birthday. Either a thick book with lots of words in it, or a lame men's perfume.'

'Garcia, let's keep this professional.' Hotch joined the conversation, before adding:

'But, I would go for the book.'

'Look at that. Boss man has taste.' Derek chimed in.

'I agree. Thank you, sir.'

'He's coming.' Aaron announced, making my heart beat faster out of nervousness.

There he was. Victor Parker, the unsub we needed to catch. Thanks to the pictures, we've sent of ourselves, we were able to recognize one another. He looked around, before spotting me. I smiled, waving him over.

'So you must be my gorgeous date? I'm Victor Parker as you know, it's nice to meet you.' he kissed me on the cheek, before taking place on one of the seats.

'Thank you, I'm (fake name), it's nice to meet you too.'

We began talking about whatever came up in our minds, the team telling me to keep him distracted. The food came quick in, as we ended it later with a dessert. He was quiet easy to talk to, you wouldn't say, he's the bad guy. But, maybe that was the dangerous part.

After a lot of talking, eating delicious food and laughing, our date came to an end. But, not if Victor has anything to say about it.

'Hey gorgeous, would you want to watch a movie at my place? You can pick.' he smiled widely at me, a glistering in his eyes, that made me somehow shiver.

'We still don't have evidence, agree on the invitation.' my boss ordered through the earpiece, as I smiled, sweetly.

'I would love too!' I told him, as we left after paying. While we were walking towards his car, the team was talking in my ear.

'JJ and I, will drive right behind you, pretty girl.' Derek reassured, as Penelope chimed in.

'I'll watch the street security cameras, keeping an eye out for you two.'

'Be careful, love.' the man I much rather have a date with, spoke a bit concerned, as I cursed in my head for not being able to answer them.

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Spencer's POV:

I was watching the camera footage with Garcia, seeing the car my wife was in, while Morgan and JJ drove right behind them.

'And, boy wonder. Now you two are married, have you ever thought about having baby geniuses one day?' she asked, curiously, but I hadn't need to think about the answer.

'I-um, I actually would love to be a father someday.' I admitted, causing her to let out an enthusiastic shriek.

We turned our full attention back to the screens, Garcia switching from one security camera to another, the unsub and my wife still talking.

'Are you also scared of spiders? I'm terrified of them.'

My eyes went wide, hearing the sentence, (Y/N) just said. Garcia looked at me, worried as well. She just spoke the safety word, meaning something was wrong.

'Oh no, this is not good.' she turned around again to look at the screens, only seeing the car of Derek and JJ. She immediately began typing, the footage jumping from one to another.

No (Y/N) to be seen.

'Shit, we lost them.' I heard Derek curse through the walkie-talkie. I was quick in calling Hotch, my panic increase.

'Hotch, we got a problem.'

After explaining everything, it only took moments before he came storming in.

'Garcia, can you trace her earpiece?'

'No, I can't trace anything. They're probably somewhere without a signal.'

'No, no, no, that's not what I meant. I loved our date, I'm grateful we met.' (Y/N) her panicking voice sounded loudly through our walkie-talkie, she was clearly afraid. I began to panic more, scared something would happen to (Y/N).

'So, do you own this place?' she asked Victor, with a shaky voice.

'Oh, it's from your mother.'

'Garcia-'

'I'm on it!'

After the quick typing, she gave us the address, as we ran towards the SUV's. While driving with high speed, I couldn't maintain my emotions, my fears and concern visibly for everyone. It only got worse when hearing a terrified (Y/N) yelling.

'No! You don't have to do this! Please!' Morgan pressed harder on the gas, the inability of hearing the unsub bothered us every second more.

'No, please, stop!'

The next moment, we heard several screams and background noise. It looked like a fight was going on.

'We're here!' we immediately ran inside, our guns pointed in front of us.

As Morgan kicked in the door, we saw (Y/N), sitting on the back of the unsub, firmly holding his hands. Morgan quickly took it over from her, cuffing and escorting him away. Her shirt was off, leaving her in her bra. She had a blue eye, along with some other bruises.

I ran towards her, finally allowing the tears to roll. We both allowed. I wrapped gently my arms around her, scared to hurt her. After a lot of tears, I slowly pulled away, looking into her scared eyes.

'Did he?-' she shook her head, knowing what I was referring for. I was quick in taking my FBI coat off, helping her in it.

'He didn't. He only took my shirt off, before I hit him in the balls. It was a whole fight.' I sighed a breath of relief, glad she reacted fast, glad she was safe.

'I was so worried. You did so good, my love. I'm so proud of you.' I wrapped her in another hug, as I pressed kisses on her head, while rubbing her back, gently.

'Spence?'

'Yes, sweetheart?'

'Bring me home, please?'

'Of course! But, let's first go to the ambulance. I want to make sure you're alright.'

So said, so done. The paramedics checked her out and took care of her wounds. Afterwards, we went home, took an relaxing bath, and fell peacefully asleep in each other's arms.

#criminal minds #cm #fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x yn #angst imagine

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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chapter 1 - how did we get here? (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: i rewatched the great balls of fire scene an embarrassing amount of times. you know, for research purposes.

summary: Pretending to be in love with Bradley proves to be easier and yet harder than you ever imagined. Rooster breaks down and admits the truth to Phoenix. So naturally, she hatches a plan to get the two together for real. Maverick’s just happy to finally be meeting his son’s wife and not miss out on anything else.

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warnings: swearing, mentions of cancer, flashbacks, slight angst towards the end, reuniting at the airport cliches, i love the nickname Sunshine and I know it’s a cliche but i don't care, however busy you think San Diego’s airport is double it, the classic great balls of fire scene, nervous rambling, Ice is healthy and alive because I said so

word count: 4,193

You blinked, taking in the bright San Diego sunlight. The noises of the bustling airport welcomed you as you stepped out into the sunlight, taking in the lines of cars. A bright smile broke out across your face, one that could’ve gotten split your face open right down the middle. Despite the honking of horns, loud conversations, and the call of flight details over the intercom, you never would’ve missed Bradley leaned up against his Bronco, a pair of aviators perched on his face. Bradley’s always been handsome, had a natural charm, but the military had been kind to him in what it did for his physique and appearance.

"Bradley!” You called, feet already moving towards the tall man before you knew what you were doing. His head swung towards you and a grin broke out across his face and you skid into his arms. He leaned down, slightly picking you up as your arms reached up across his large frame. The truth was, you and Bradley had always been friendly, and you liked him probably more than he liked you, but you wouldn’t deny that getting married to the kid had changed things for your friendship. You would always be fond of him and him you, no matter the distance and time that passed between the two of you. Well, at least that’s what you told yourself as he gently set you back down on the ground, large hands moving to your shoulders to take you in.

“Well, Sunshine, look at you.” He remarks and you turn your head slightly, feeling your cheeks color lightly. “You look good.”

“Same could be said for you Bradshaw. I see the Navy has been good to you.” He chuckles. It has been. He’s tan, built, gorgeous- wait what? You shook the thought from your brain.

“Here, I’ll take care of this. Hop in.” He grabs your luggage, moving it to the back as you easily slid into the front seat, reminiscent of the days the two of you would go to the local dinner near campus to get those cheese fries you liked and the pizza Bradley enjoyed, although you always swore it was no good. The front door opens and he slides in, key turning in the ignition. He weaves around the multitude of cars easily and you settle in, buckling your seatbelt. “How you been Sunshine? How was the flight?”

“Honestly, the flight wasn't too bad, I hate the airports more than anything. I’m good, keeping busy with work. But I’m happy to be out in sunny San Diego for a little bit. I prefer a West Coast summer to an East Coast one anytime.”

“You ever been out here? To San Diego?”

“Yeah, I had family out here, not that I speak to them much these days.”

“That’s right, I knew that. Hey, do you wanna grab food on the way back to the house? I don’t know if you’ve eaten anything...”

“Yeah, that sounds great actually. I’ve only had Starbucks and that was at least six hours and an entire different timezone ago.” His laughter rings out and you smile upon hearing the sound again.

“Any West Coast requests?”

“Please, In’N’Out. I beg of you Bradshaw.” He smirks.

“You always did have good taste. I mean, I would know, you did marry me after all.” You snort.

“Yeah, speaking of that, what’s been up with you? I have to admit that getting a call from my fake husband to come convince his estranged godfather we’re in love was not on my 2019 Bingo card.” He sighs as the two of you make it out of airport traffic, driving past the sparkling blue of the coastline.

“Okay, so, how much do you know about me being at UVA? I forget what I’ve told you over the years.”

“Eh, not a lot.”

“Okay, so, okay- I’ll just tell you everything because Mav’s gonna ask you questions about my parents, so congrats, you get to know more about me then most of my friends do.”

“Oh wow Bradshaw, I’m honored that you’re trusting your wife with your life story.” He smirks again.

“Okay, so my Dad was a pilot in the Navy. He went by a callsign, it’s what we call each other up in the air. His was Goose, and his best friend’s is Maverick. My Dad died when I was young in a training accident. Mav really stepped up after the accident, his wingman Ice too, and they became my uncles. Mav’s the only father figure I’ve had. He was there for me a lot after Mom got sick when I was 14. Anyways, towards the end of Mom’s illness, when we knew she wasn’t going to get better, she asked Mav to pull my application to the Naval Academy. and he did. Mav never told me why he did it, but I was so angry that I walked out. I figured I’d do it on my own, which is how I ended up at UVA in the first place, studying Political Science. I enlisted after I graduated and you know the rest.”

“I have a question, but I don’t know if it’s appropriate to ask.”

“Ask away.”

“Why would your Mom ask Maverick to do that? I mean, for as long as I’ve known you, the Navy was always sort of the dream for you. Why would she, or Maverick, stand in the way of that?”

He sighs. “I’d spent my whole life dreaming and talking about growing up to be like my Dad, to get to fly alongside Mav one day, and I guess- I know Mom didn’t want me to go out of the way my Dad did, dying so young and leaving so much behind. She didn’t want to lose both her boys. And Mav cared about Mom a lot and I think he still feels guilty for Dad dying even though he’s been cleared by the Navy so he did what she asked. He didn’t tell me why he did it for years and I always thought he did it because he didn’t think I was good enough to fly with him, that he was trying to stand in my way of succeeding, of being like him and my Dad.”

“But now you guys are okay?” He nods.

“It’s not what it used to be, but we’re a lot better now. We got called back to TOPGUN- do you know what that is?” You nodded. “Okay, well, we got called back to TOPGUN for a mission. He was our instructor and we butted heads a lot. To make a classified long story short, he ended up flying the mission with us. He- he took a missile for me and I went back for him, disobeying direct orders. Against all odds, we made it back alive and I- there were quite a few moments there where I didn’t think we were coming home and I just- I looked death in the eyes and after walking away from it, all that stuff didn’t seem to be that big of a deal anymore.” The car is silent as you see the unmistakable palm trees and red and white paint that marks In’N’Out in the distance.

“Holy shit.” You finally breathe out, brain reeling. “No wonder you want to file these divorce papers. I don’t- I can’t imagine getting that call from the Navy.”

“Yeah.”

“So, why lie to Maverick about us?”

“I don’t know- our relationship is still fragile and he was so excited I just- I couldn’t tell him the truth. And he wanted to meet you so badly, he’s been talking about it since I told him you booked your flight that, I don’t know, telling him now just seems so- I don’t know. I’m sorry I’m putting you in this position.” You shake your head.

“After everything you’ve done for me throughout the years, it’s the least I can do for you.”

“Walk me through it one more time. There’s a lot of them.” He huffs out a laugh.

“I know, it's okay. So, don’t forget that my call sign is Rooster and you’re about the only person outside of Mav and Ice that call me Bradley.”

“I’m not calling you Rooster.” He chuckles.

“I know, and I’ve told them that, that you prefer to keep my work life separate from our personal life.”

“Sly Bradshaw.”

“Thanks, I’m quite proud of myself. Anyways, there’s Mav, which-”

“Yeah, got that down.”

“Great. There’s Uncle Ice, but you’ll meet him later this week.”

“Okay.”

“There’s Phoenix, She’s my wingman and one of my best friends. There’s Bob, her WSO-”

“WSO?”

“Right, you’re not a pilot. Weapons Security Officer. You’ll like Bob. There’s Hangman, who- well he and I have a complicated history and he’s kind of an ass. There’s his wingman Coyote, who’s pretty cool. You’ll like Coyote, Fanboy too. Fanboy is Payback’s WSO, and Payback’s also cool.”

“You said there was 12 of you.”

“There is, but that’s all whose coming tonight.”

“Fuck, am I gonna have to learn more people’s names?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Oh, and there’s Penny Benjamin, who owns the bar we’re going to tonight, and her daughter Amelia. Penny is kind of Mav’s girlfriend but if you ask them that, they’ll deny it. I actually think you’ll get along with Amelia like a house on fire, which almost gave Mav a heart attack. As far as the ring goes-”

“I’ve taken care of that.” You hold up your hand, wriggling your fingers.”I found this ring in my childhood bedroom years ago and my parents never knew where it came from so it sort of became mine. It’ll do for our purposes. I hate traditional wedding rings anyways. What are we telling them about PDA? Pet names?”

“You hate it. Sunshine is the only nickname I’ll use for you.”

“Okay, good to know. It’s not a lie.”

“No, it isn’t, and we’re already lying enough to them anyways. Also, you should know that my group of friends- well, we’re already pretty loud and we can definitely be competitive and well- we’re not exactly nice to each other a lot of the time, but it’s only ever in fun. I’ve told them to leave you out of it but if you catch one of us slinging insults at each other during a game of pool, just- be prepared.”

“Anything else I should know before we throw ourselves to the wolves?” You ask, suddenly nervous as you eye the bar the two of you have just arrived at.

“We should be good.”

“What do I do if someone asks me a question I don’t know the answer to?”

“I won’t leave your side, I promise. It won’t happen.” You nod, let out a shaky breath as your stomach turns. Rooster takes your hand, the one thing you had both agreed on and he pushes the door open as you pray your hand doesn’t start sweating in his. The bell jingles, which attracts the attention of the woman working at the bar, and she smiles at him.

“Well Bradshaw, I do hope this is the wonderful lady you’ve been hiding from us.” Bradley tips his head.

“Indeed Penny. This is (Y/N), my wife.” She extends a hand over the countertop and you shake it, taking note that this is Penny, Mav’s not-girlfriend.

“Where’s Mav? Amelia?” She sighs, shaking her head.

“Up to no good, probably.” The door opens again and a boisterous group steps through the door. Your eyes scan the group, counting a total of 5. The woman spots the two of you first and she makes a beeline for you. She’s a lot shorter than Bradley is but as you take in her posture and sharp look, you figure that this must be Phoenix. The rest of the group isn’t too far behind and one of the men claps Bradley on the shoulder.

“Bradshaw, please tell me you finally brought your wife out of hiding.” A different man in the group, shorter this time pipes up.

“Yeah, we were starting to think she wasn’t real.”

“Especially considering you’ve never mentioned her before now.” Phoenix states, eyes narrowing. Bradley sighs.

“Daggers, this is my wife (Y/N). Sunshine, this is Bob, Phoenix, Payback, Fanboy, and Coyote.” Coyote chuckles.

“Sunshine?”

“Long story.”

“It really isn’t, Bradley always thought I was a ray of sunshine during our time at UVA, that I was always so talkative and upbeat and cheerful that I needed to be referred to as Sunshine. He won’t let it go.”

“Him and Maverick could learn a lesson about letting things go.” Penny calls, a smirk on her face. Bradley rolls his eyes in response.

“Listen, she loves it.”

“I don’t know that I do.” He shoots you a look.

“And what would you prefer I call you sweetheart?”

“Well, I don’t know, that’ll work.” Fanboy makes a face.

“God, could the two of you get any more in love?” Mmm, probably Fanboy.

“Shut it, Fanboy. Where’s Hangman?”

“He got caught up at work.” Bradley’s eyes narrow at Coyote’s response.

“What’d he do?”

“What didn’t he do should be the question.” Bob mutters.

“You know how he is, man. Hangman leaves you hanging and poor Maverick’s and enough of it.”

“Mav making him do pushups?”

“All 300 of ‘em.” Bradley chuckles. The door opens to reveal an older man, bomber jacket and all and you know from the moment you set eyes on him that this is the legendary Maverick. He pulls off his aviators, taking in the bar and you realize just how much Bradley takes after his godfather.

“Pete.” Penny calls out and he turns. He smiles, making his way down to the group. He arrives at Bradley’s shoulder and smiles at you.

“(Y/N), this is my godfather, Pete Mitchell. Mav, this is my wife.” His smile only grows, but there seems to be a hint of sadness, of melancholy, behind it. He extends his hand, but you opt for a hug instead which causes the man to laugh.

“Nice to meet you.” He whispers and you smile.

“You as well. Bradley’s told me so much about you.” He clears his throat and glances at Bradley like he wouldn’t have expected him to say anything about him at all.

“I admittedly don’t know much as I would like. Here, why don’t I buy you a drink? You can tell me everything Baby Goose won’t share.” Your eyebrows raise as Bradley groans.

“Baby Goose?”

“Mav, do we gotta- it’s been like two minutes, how are you embarrassing me already?”

“It’s cute.” You coo and a blush starts fighting it’s way up his tan skin.

“Yeah yeah.” He grumbles. You took a seat at the bar and Maverick settles opposite from you as the crew makes their way to the pool table, sans Hangman, who’d still yet to appear. Bradley had left you after you promised you’d be fine for a little while without him and he had departed with a kiss on your cheek to which you had blushed, inciting a chuckle and head shaking from Maverick, mumbling something about kids in love. You talked with Maverick, not sure with how much time passed, as business at the bar picked up around you. You had to admit that your nerves had gone as quickly as they’d shown and this was a lot easier than you anticipated it to be.

“So, now that Bradley’s stationed here, do you think you’ll make the move from Boston?” You paused, shrugging a shoulder.

“I mean, we’ve talked about it but, I don’t- I love my career and my job and he’s gone so often that we aren’t sure how permanent this is that-”

Maverick shakes his head. “The news that they were becoming an official squadron together took a lot of people by surprise and we’ve only just found out. It’s okay to not have all the answers.” You bow your head.

“I mean, I love San Diego, I would absolutely consider moving here, but I’m married to my career and I just-”

“Kid, it’s fine, don’t worry about it.” You swallowed, trying not to let on that you didn’t have the answers Maverick was looking for. The doorbell jingled and you glanced up to see a tall blond strutting the door, a cocky grin on his face. Maverick sighed and you glanced over at the man. Your eyes watched as this mystery man made his way over to the pair of you.

“Pops, thanks for the extra 300 pushups, I appreciated the delay.”

“Well, you’re welcome Hangman.” Ah, so this was the belated and notorious Hangman. Hangman cocked his head but quickly turned his attention to you.

“And what do we have here? A gorgeous lady, perhaps? And does the gorgeous lady have a name?” You open you mouth but Maverick beats you to it.

“Hangman, this is Rooster’s wife, (Y/N).”

“Pleasure to meet you Hangman.”

“Pleasure’s all mine darling. Say, if you ever get tired of dear old Rooster, I’m happy to be of service.” He drawls, settling an arm around your shoulder. You raise an eyebrow and Maverick shakes his head.

“Hangman, as your superior officer I feel as though I should remind you that adultery is a crime and can get you dishonorably discharged.” You gasp, turning towards Maverick.

“Is it really? I mean- I don’t know why that surprises me, I just can’t believe the Navy cares. Then again, my parents were cheating on each other so it’s not really like- you know what I’m gonna stop talking now.” Hangman huffs out a laugh removing his arm as Maverick chuckles. The sound of the the jukebox getting unplugged echoed through the Hard Deck and you looked over the piano, where Bradley was testing out a few keys. Coyote comes up behind you, groaning. You glance at him.

“What’s he doing?” Hangman smirks.

“Just watch and see.” The beginning chords of Great Balls of Fire begins to play and suddenly you’re taken back to when you were 20 years old, at the house party that got you into this mess in the first place.

The crickets were chirping as the music sounded far away. It was muted and you weren’t sure because it was inside or because you really felt that terrible. The wood underneath you was scratchy and you shifted uncomfortably, pulling your knees up to the step in front of you as you allow your head to fall onto your knees. You remember the wetness of your tears dripping down your face as you heard the college students singing. You swallow, trying to push back the way everything is crashing into you at once. Coming here was a bad idea, being here tonight was a bad idea, this wasn’t helping, just reminded how alone you were-

Bradley has the bar up in cheers and suddenly your chest feels tight as you come back to yourself as the chants overtake the bar, not unlike the night that you and Rooster had agreed to get married. Maverick glances at you and you take a sip of your beer, trying to shove down whatever it is that’s crawling up your throat.

“He do this often?” You ask to no one in particular and Coyote snorts.

“Yeah, you could say that.”

Hangman smirks. “Ten bucks this is the first song of at least four tonight.”

“You’re on Seresin, my money’s on at least six. He’s got his wife here and all.” Hangman glances down at you.

“Bradshaw ever serenade you like that?” You tilt your head, watching Bradley disappear out the front door of the Hard Deck. “(Y/N)?” You shake your head, fighting the frown as he leaves.

“Um, yeah, yeah he has. A few times in college. Uhm, not so much anymore but that just to do with the distance and everything.” You mutter, face feeling hot as you blink back tears.

“Hey, you okay?” You hear Maverick’s voice come from next to you.

“Uh, yeah, this is all just a lot and overwhelming and I- you know what, will you tell me more stories about Bradley? As a kid?” Maverick nods as Hangman and Coyote collect their drinks and move back to the pool table. Maverick starts telling you a story from when Bradley was in high school as you watch Phoenix move out the door behind him.

He moved to the bench Penny kept towards the back patio of the Hard Deck. He sighed, sitting down gently. He watches the waves crash onto the shore as the pink hues of sunset run together with purples of evening dusk, creating a sight to behold on the horizon. San Diego really did have the best sunsets.

“Bradshaw?” He doesn’t turn, doesn’t acknowledge Phoenix as her footsteps stop a few feet behind him. “Everything good?”

“Yeah, I’m good, just needed air for a minute.”

“You’re separated from her, aren’t you?”

“What?” He twists, facing Natasha. She shakes her head.

“Rooster, I’ve known you for a long time now. You’ve never mentioned a wife, you wear no ring, the way the two of you haven’t spent one moment together tonight, you’re separated from her.” He sighs, facing back to the ocean. She takes a few steps closer. “Why wouldn’t you be honest?” A pause. “Is it because of Maverick?”

“Jesus fucking- Phoenix now is not a good time to be doing this!” He snaps but that only encourages the women to come closer. She gently sits down next to him, eyeing him with a measured look.

“Rooster, tell me what’s going on. Talk to me. Tell me the truth.”

“You want the truth? Fine, here’s the truth. We got married less than a year into my Navy service because she was a friend of a friend and she desperately needed the benefits. We always figured we’d split when we found other partners but then we didn’t and then Mav asked about her and fuck- he’d be so disappointed in me if he knew the truth. I couldn’t lie to him.” Phoenix says nothing, just looking at him with that piercing look of hers.

“Do you regret it?”

“No.” He says firmly. “She desperately needed those benefits and she did for a long time. It’s only been within the last five years she’s found a secure, stable job within her field. But God, seeing her in the flesh, after years, Nat, I’m- Her and I are divorcing. Going on that mission, seeing her now, it’s confirmed it. I don’t want her to get a call like the one my Mom got because she doesn’t deserve that. I care about her too much to let that happen. But lying to Maverick is harder than I thought it would be and I-”

“Rooster, hey, whoa, it’s okay.” He takes a shaky breath as his best friend eyes him. “For what it’s worth, if I didn’t know you as well as I did, I would be fooled by the performance the two of you are putting on.” She sighs, rubbing her hands together. “The idiots haven’t figured it out, no way. And Maverick just adores her, it’s so obvious. What are you gonna tell him? About why the two of you are getting divorced?”

He shrugs and gives a nervous chuckle. “I didn’t think that far in advance.”

“You better figure it out because Maverick’s gonna be devastated you hid it from him.”

He sucks in a deep breath through gritted teeth. “I know.”

She hesitates for a moment, biting her lip. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?” He nods. There’s footsteps and they both turn to see you a few feet away, hesitating.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” They shake their heads and Phoenix stands up.

She smiles and nods her head as she moves past, tossing a “It was nice to meet you.” Over her shoulder as she strides back into the Hard Deck. You replace Phoenix in the seat next to him and he looks at you.

“Everything okay?” You ask softly.

He nods. “Are you good?” You nod but then shake your head.

“Yeah, it’s- I’ll be fine, it’s just a lot. Overwhelming.”

“Do you wanna go?”

“Yes please.” You whisper, shutting your eyes briefly. He stands up, taking your hand as the two of you walk back to the car. He squeezes it, trying not to think about the way his own heart is twisting.

“So Bradshaw is dumber than I ever even realized.”

“Easy there Bagman.”

“Not sure I’m following why this is relevant, Phoenix.” Payback states from where he’s leaned up against the counter.

“Because. When is the last time you’ve heard about Rooster settling down? Having a serious girlfriend?” Fanboy snorts.

“Maybe never.”

“Exactly. And well, if they’re already married then maybe it wouldn’t hurt to you know-” She clicks her tongue and make a little motion with her shoulder.

“Oh, I don’t like that look on your face.” Bob moaned, taking in the mischievous glint in Phoenix’s eyes. Hangman smirked.

“Whatcha got in mind Trace?”

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drowninginliquidsmooth · 2 years

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A Letter to My Beloved -Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x wife!reader

Warnings: ANGST!!! Hurt/some comfort, detailed description of a dead body, mentions of throwing up, major character death.

You knew it would happen.

Deep down in your gut, you knew it was a very real possibility. For some reason, you had never allowed yourself to believe it would happen.

Being a naval aviator, there was always great risk to your husband's job, but for some reason your brain had completely shut off the idea of any bad happening to Tom.

It was Tom “Iceman” Kazansky for god’s sake. He was an amazing pilot; he was one of the most skilled pilots in the U.S Navy. A graduate of Top Gun, he was an extremely sensible flyer who rarely made mistakes.

You honestly believed that you had nothing to worry about. You had seen other military wives become widows and had pitied them, but you had never considered the fact that you could end up living their lives.

Now, you really regret not taking the time to think about what you would do if you lost your husband to his job.

On the second of November 2003, you had been married to the love of your life for ten years. You wouldn’t change a thing about the life you led. You lived in a cute little house in San Diego with your 5-year-old golden retriever, Sunny, and your gorgeous baby girl, bonnie, aged 3.

At that time, Tom had been training for a top-secret mission for six months, and you were beyond desperate to see his beautiful grin and bright eyes once again.

However, that hope had been viciously ripped from your brain and aggressively stomped on under heavy military boots.

At 4pm on the 13th of November 2003, you received a call which caused your entire life to crumble into a dilapidated skeleton of what it once was.

You had been sprawled on your couch with your precious girl asleep on your chest and your snoring dog laid atop your feet and legs.

It was an adorable sight to behold, the house in a beautiful state of tranquility. The only thing missing was your gorgeous Tom.

It took you a while to reach your phone, which was ringing in the kitchen, as you had to ease yourself from under your children.

Eventually you regretted ever picking up the phone.

“Y/n? This is Pete Mitchell, remember me?” You were asked. Of course you remembered him, he and Tom had been very close since their shared time at Top Gun.

“Hey Pete! What can I do for you?” You asked him cheerily, expecting him to just be calling in a favour from your husband.

“Y/n I am so, so sorry. There’s been an accident. The plane Ice and Slider were in came crashing down into a mountain and- and,” He was sobbing now. Something terrible had happened to your Tom and a painful feeling consumed you.

You asked the painful question, “Did they both make it?”

“We don’t know yet, the rescue team are still out but it’s not looking good,” You were both sobbing now, unsure if the fate of your husband and friend.

“All I know is you need to get down to Top Gun right now, that’s where they’ll be taken to. A driver has been sent for you, pack a bag for a few days and bring Bonnie and Sunny with you. You can stay with me,”

“Oh god I don’t know I’m gonna do if he’s hurt,” you sobbed, the pain of the possibility of your husband being much more than injured was gnawing at your brain.

You thanked Pete and hung up the phone before racing to pack some clothes for you and Bonnie to wear over the next few days. You hesitated before you went down stairs where you grabbed Sunny’s lead, food and bowl.

Within an half an hour, you were in a cab being driven towards the Naval school your husband and his friends had told you about so many times, and you prayed that you’d be able to hear him re-live his memories once more.

When you arrived, Pete met you outside the base. You sobbed in each other’s embrace briefly before he took Sunny back to his place for you, and you were ushered into an Admirals office.

“Mrs Kazansky I am so sorry to be the one to tell you this. The rescue team have just arrived back at base with Iceman and Slider. Slider is currently in a coma, but unfortunately Kazansky did not survive the crash,” the information relayed to you by the Admiral caused your heart to burn.

The second the news had processed within your mind, you had collapsed to the floor screaming out for your dead husband. You were a sobbing mess by the time Pete entered the room, and instantly he was a mess with you as he realised what this meant.

Pulling you up from your place on the floor, Pete grabbed you within his arms and cooed in your ear, he was clearly used to comforting distressed newly widowed women and men.

“Once again, I am so, so sorry for your loss Mrs Kazansky, the Navy will pay for the entire burial and funeral, and you’ll receive great compensation for your loss,” the admiral told you, clearly used to this kind of situation.

“I’m sure your kind words are appreciated , Admiral, as well the actions of the Navy towards Toms funeral, but your apologies are futile when there’s a Widowed lady and her fatherless child on the floor of your office,” Pete spoke on your behalf.

In your overpowering pain, you had almost forgotten the toddler who was now cradled within the arms of Pete, but now she was all you could think of.

You couldn’t raise a child on your own, you’d had your struggles even when Tom was around for help. Sure, the compensation from the Navy would help for a while but it would run out eventually and you’d be left to take care of yourself, a child and a dog on a single salary.

It was this thought that made you realise you would never see the smile of your husband as he read a bedtime story to your daughter again.

You would never be able to sit and watch amusedly as he galloped around the bedroom, enacting a very convincing knight who was attempting save princess Bonnie.

Never again will you wake up to your husband sitting beside you, a tray of your favourite breakfast and a cup of tea in his hands.

You’ll never be able to see his famous smirk again, the one he displayed to you six months ago as he bedded you, on the night before his deployment.

Thankfully, you were broken out of your spiralling thoughts as you were handed a letter.

The envelope was a baby pink colour, it was one of your own. In a black marker, the words “To my beloved, Y/n” were scrawled across the front. You would recognise the handwriting of your lover anywhere.

Turning over the envelope, you saw it was sealed with image of a heart stamped in gold wax. Carefully -as you wished to preserve the final letter you would receive from the love of your life- your shaking fingers opened up the envelope to reveal a letter that you wished you would never have to read.

To my sweet Y/n,

If you are reading this, I am dead. But I suppose you already know this, my love.

I am so sorry to have left you so early, my darling, I would never do it purposefully.

As I write this, you are pregnant with our first child, and I hope we manage to have many more before you have to read this letter.

I truly wish I didn’t have to write this, but my job is a hard one, it comes with extreme consequences that sometimes cannot be avoided.

I want you to enjoy your life without me, please do not dwell on our past together for too long, it will only make the truth more painful.

Please, my dearest sweetheart, live your life to the fullest, even in my absence.

You will be given access to the money I have saved since I was in college, I want that to go your life without me. Spend it however you want, as what is mine, is yours.

I want you to know that you and our unborn child are the best thing to ever happen to me. I know sometimes you doubt your ability to be a mother, but I can assure you you are perfection.

I love you, and am sorry to leave you however I have.

Yours in both life and death,

Tom Kazansky.

As you read the letter, your soul was once again crushed by despair. You could no longer deny that your husband was dead, as he had confirmed it himself within the letter.

“I want to see him,” you bravely demanded, attempting to wipe your tears before taking your daughter back into your arms.

As you were lead to the mortuary on base, you wailed as you watched Bonnies face. Her blue eyes and blonde hair made her the spitting image of her father. It wrecked you beyond belief to think that he would never see her grow up, but you were slightly comforted that you would always have a peice of him, stored within her.

The Morgue, as expected was a cold place. The pain you felt grew significantly as you entered the room and saw a covered figure laid out on the metal table in the middle of the room.

“I want to be alone,” you told the Admiral and Pete, handing your daughter over once again, you couldn’t let her see this.

You hated the amount of time you’d had to give away your daughter that day, it made you nervous for the future. Would you be able to raise a child on your own?

Once they had left, you slowly walked on wobbling legs towards the table.

Taking a deep breath in, you grasped the sheet within your hands, pulling it downwards.

The sight of your husband, rigid and pale, caused you to vomit on the floor next to you.

However, you managed to look at the now ruined face of your sweetheart.

You could clearly see injury that killed him, a piece of glass had jammed into his brain, quickly ending his life.

As well as this sickening image, his entire body were covered in scars, some of his fingers were broken, and the tip of his once-cute nose had been sliced off.

It was a gruesome sight, not something any wife should ever have to see, but despite this you managed to place a quick kiss to his bruised lips, saying good night to him one final time, before you collapsed to the floor once again.

When you awakened, you were no longer on the cold floor of the morgue, but in a warm comfy bed- much like the one you had shared with Tom.

At this thought you began to sob, and a warm weight beside you began to shift. Evidently, Pete had been kind enough to take you home and hold you as you sleep.

However as you began to fully wake up, tears streaming down your face, you were not met with the voice of Pete Mitchell.

Instead, your face was grasped within the hand of your husband, whose thumb was wiping away your tears.

“Hush now my love, whatever is the matter? Did you have another nightmare?” A sweet voice asked you.

A nightmare.

Ever since there was a close call on a mission, involving engine failure and mountains, you had been having relentless night terrors involving the death of your husband.

Choosing to stay quiet, you nodded slightly, and in response your husband - who was alive and well- pulled you into lap and held you in his strong grasp.

And there you fell asleep one again, within the warm embrace of your love, who cooed in your ear and ran his fingers through your hair.

A/n: IM SORRY. This was supposed to be a hurt/no comfort fic but the crying I was doing gave me a headache and I just couldn’t take it. There was supposed to be a painful funeral scene but I couldn’t bring myself to write it.

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kaythetrashcan · 6 months

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Here are some of my thoughts on DN: short stories!

And it's a lot. I'm crossposting this from my reddit account. Spoilers ahead

Book cover

Why does Ryuk look different on the cover? He looks like normal in all the actual stories but on the cover he has a red spot on his chest and red lips (among other things).

I do really like his right bracelet, it reminds me of the handcuffs Light and L had. I'm not sure if it's new but it's cool.

Speaking of the cover, there is 'Death Note' written in shiny letters and I only noticed once I turned my lamp on. That's such a nice detail.

Onto the stories themselves.

C-Kira

When I read the name Yamamoto, I though it was one of Light's friends from the manga, since they have the same name and appearance (spiky black hair and glasses). But apparently they are different characters entirely, which is kinda disappointing even if it doesn't change anything.

I'm bit confused on what's up with Matsuda. He tries to justify actions of C-Kira and I'm not sure where the writers where going with this. Like he was supportive of the original Kira but I kinda thought that ended when he shot Light several times.

I like that Near's hair got a bit longer from last time. Also the tator card towers are insanely cool.

And the way he just pops out of them on page 22 XD.

When Near recalls the video chat, we see a kid with a striped shirt, who I'm guessing is Matt

I haven't seen the Relight movies (I'm planning to one day), but I saw L's monster speech and I'm guessing it's based on this scene. The manga is pretty different from it, L is more forward and cold.

It's pretty interesting to hear that L picked Near and Mello because they didn't ask him any questions, just listened. Also bc of their glares.

And if this is the only time Near interacted with L, how does he know his appearence for his finger puppet? Did he see a photo or did he just get a description from someone else?

I can't believe Ryuk got other shinigamis, including the actual King of Death addicted to apples. Good lord.

Also I love how Ryuk refers to king of death as an "old fart". Makes it sound like he's the shinigami's dad XD

Near just tuning in, calling C-Kira a murderer and then signing out was pretty badass. Rip C-Kira, you were okay.

Speaking of C-kira, we actually know really little about them. All we got was they own a bunch of anime figurines.

I noticed how many bananas Meadra has eaten. Do all shinigami's have a specific food they like? Although all seem to like apples.

I like Near not being sure if he acted like L and how Rester tells him he's L now, it's pretty sweet and adds a bit of humanity to Near.

Also how are the towers holding together? Near's breaking laws of gravity

Meadra is such a nice friend, bringing Ryuk an apple.

This was a pretty fun story and it's always nice to see Halle Linder.

A-kira

I really like Minoru's design. He looks unique but still natural and his hairstyle is bit more modern compared to Light's.

Ryuk picked Minoru rather than just throwing the death note and waiting for somebody to find it. It's a interesting shift from his first appearence.

I love Ryuk's disappointment when Minoru told him he can't read the rules and demanded translation.

Minoru is so based for just trying to sell the notebook and his plan is really clever.

Ryuk holding the sign while literaly everyone in the studio can't see him is hilarious.

Near looks gorgeous with the long hair. <3 And so does Halle Linder with the shorter hair cut

Is that Donald Trump???!!! What even is this story?!

I love how Armonia just shows up with his chair and leaves immediately.

Wait, Yotsuba??? I was wondering what the Yotsuba group was actually leading, nice to get a conclusion.

I'm also intrigued that Minoru decided to keep only a fraction of the money, but it was pretty smart and he still got a bunch of money from it.

I can't believe Ryuk met Donald Trump.

In the end, Ryuk writes the name of Minoru in his note book. I thought the rule would kill him immediately? Or is Ryuk obligated to write it?

Anyways, this story was goofy, Minoru was entertainingly smart and I liked it.

Scribbles

I love how insane and fun everyone in this. We need more. Also Sayu has more to do. Yay :D

Why does Light think strawberries are more sexy than apples?

Misa's back!!! I missed her so much.

Her swimsuit is really bland, but Light looks great in the Hawaian shirt. He should wear it more often.

I'm not sure how to feel about Misa getting sexualized in this. I'm fine with fanservice and her being sexy, but I feel like she sometimes gets treated more as a source of fanservice than an actual character.

I noticed she's the one driving the car. And I don't think I ever saw Light drive. This leads me to a conclusion that Light never learned to drive. Headcanon that Misa just drives him around during those 5 years.

Also I live for Misa and Sayu's friendship!!!

Misa making bunny apples for Ryuk is so cute.

Somehow, "Disappointment" makes Misa and Light into a somewhat healthy couple.

In second to last strip, Light somehow pulls L up using only one arm. My boy is strong.

And the last strip, "Debate" depicts Rem holding a glass of wine (?). Since Rem doesn't have a favourite human food (unlike Ryuk, Meadra and Sidoh), maybe she likes to drink wine? Misa seems to enjoy drinking (in that one scene in the anime). Maybe she shared some with her.

L - one day

Watari narrates this like an animal documentary.

It also gives L both really bizarre and really normal traits, like he bathes in a washing machine and can't be bothered to put a shirt on, but he is fond of art galleries and theme parks.

Also L's a pop fan. Love that but I'm bit said we didn't get this in the main series. I'd love to see what interactions with Misa could come from that.

I'm glad to know that L does more than just sit in front of a computer.

L- Wammy's house

I love L, but he looks so weird as a kid. Glad he didn't stay like this forever.

So L came into the orphanage without a name. Did he name himself or did Wammy gave him that name? How do all the kids get their names? Why does Near have a normal name but then we have a guy named Mail?

How did L manage to defeat a group of kids who were trying to beat him (the new kid) up? And judging from what L says, this might be a common thing, so why isn't anyone doing anything about it?

Kids in Wammy's house share bedrooms so I wonder who did Near and Mello live with.

L and Watari's dynamic here is so hilarious.

Overall I'm not really big on this story. I know it's a matter of preference but L feels really overpowered and inhuman here. I kinda prefer when he gets some grounded moments, like his monster speech in Relight movies or even just his reaction to Misa kissing him on the cheek. I'm not saying it's bad, it's just not really my thing.

Taro Kagami

This is also a pilot for the series.

I noticed that the shinigami's look more human. I'm glad their designs got changed, I don't like how they look like sexy women with weird faces.

Taro is so cute! I really like his design.

I like how he just uses the Death note as a regular notebook and accidentally kills someone. It's a pretty common concept in memes about DN so it's nice to see it in a serious story.

I appreciate Taro's reaction to Ryuk and accidentally killing people. It's pretty realistic for a kid like him.

Takagi kinda looks like Raye Penber while Yamanaka's design didn't make it into the series. Its kinda a shame, since it's pretty unique.

I also like to see Taro's mom getting involved. We never really got any reaction from Sachiko.

The conversation between Yamanaka and Takagi about how they'd use the death note is really interesting. Yamanaka makes a great point on how most people would use it.

I also love him saying that Takagi would have to kill half the world to achieve his harmonious world.

And personality wise, Takagi reminds me a bit of Matsuda.

The death eraser is a cool concept. While it probably would be too overpowered in the main series, I'd love to see what could be done with it.

I'm also intrigued by the author of detective novels. His design is cool as well and I wonder if he somewhat inspired L's character. His deductions were great.

And so we're Taru's, when he figured out Miuro is the second DN owner.

The ending itself is amazing in my opinion. Taro manages to twist the truth just right, so Miuro trusts him while he keeps the original note book. Death note becomes a legend but Taru still has it after all these years. The ambiguity is brilliant.

And older Taru looks great with long hair.

I read on the wiki that Taru might have inspired Mikami and I honestly believe that, but he seems like a combination of both Taru and Miuro.

He gets his long hair from Taru, glasses and fanatism from Miuro (who kept screaming "Die, die, die" while frantically writing names of criminals) and being bullied from both.

This was my favourite story. It flows a bit better than the A and C kira stories and it had some really cool ideas.

Final thoughts

While I'm bit sad we didn't really have any female characters (since DN doesn't really have many and as a woman I'd like to see them) I had fun with this book, the art's great and it's nice to see the pilot, shorter funny comics and what's most of the living cast up to after Light's death.

#death note #death note short stories #l lawliet #light yagami #ryuk #near death note #nate river #mello death note #mihael keehl #c-kira #minoru tanaka #a-kira #watari #wammys house #quillsh wammy #wammy boys #taro kagami

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artingabout · 2 years

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The Queen’s Thief themed nook-book made as a gift for @meganwhalenturner

Behind the scenes:

My materials:

ae woodene booke

much paper in many layers and shades

craft knife

scissors

foamy-tape-stuff (technical term)

acrylic paints

brushes and roller

pens & coloured pencils

PVA glue

faux gold leafing

resin

metal ruler and cutting mat

milliput

fimo

wire

craft foam boards

card

black tissue

wooden dowels

chalk

This one, I’ve been planning for a while. Originally I was going to do a standard book nook, but then remembered these gorgeous wooden books I’ve had just lying around waiting for a purpose and BEHOLD!

Because I can never keep things simple for myself, I wanted to try different craft styles for each section so I’ll go through them one by one.

Phase 1 was challenging because it’s the shallow left side. I decided to do one of the iconic scenes that stayed with me long after I read the books for the first time in cut paper, because it would let me play with layers and the illusion of depth while also... y’know. Paper. It’s thin.

First off I made a background to add some perspective and depth to the box, so it looked much deeper than it is.I painted on a sky effect and then dug out this gorgeous paper that has a kind of marble texture to it and made the buildings.

Next I did a base sketch of the faces to get the sizes right and snipped out Gen since he has more layers because his arm is foreground.

I didn’t remember to take a picture of the paper I textured for his skin tone, but basically various shades of pinks/reds/browns/whites applied to watercolour paper in erratic layers to get some texture and depth. It’s sort of visible on the hand (which was the first piece I cut out and it strikes me as ironic that it’s the piece I kept losing because I was working on my living room floor 😅)

For Attolia, I picked different papers/cards to use, specifically a rather nice handmade off-white paper with dark red rose petals imbedded in it to serve as her alabaster skin with the smudge of blood.

Nothing says love like floating heads, amirite? I added some layers to Attolia’s hair and coiled the strands of the ringlets around a cocktail stick to get the curls. The crown and earring are both faux-gold-leaf card with slivers of resin as rubies. So much gold-leaf everywhere. SO MUCH. Details were added with a fine-tipped pen and some shading with coloured pencils.

The layers. So many layers. I think Gen has about 15 separate pieces to him. For his sleeves, I added some texture by using a rubber patterned stamp and copper ink, then splatted paint all over it :D

And to add even more depth to a 1cm deep space, I used thick double-sided foam tape (I have no idea of technical terms. Foamy squishy stick string) to elevate them off the background. A wee glimpse of it is visible just under Gen’s collarbone

Phase 1 complete!

Phase 2 was another beast entirely. Originally, I was planning on doing the scene from The Thief when Gen steals Hamiathes’s gift, but realised that would mean an image of Hephestia that looked very much like the image of Attolia I had already done. Plus I was planning to use The Return of the Thief’s cover which is also red, so I wanted to do something less red.

Pheris was kind enough to give me some beautiful descriptions of the half-built temple of Hephestia in TRotT and I love me some forced perspective :D And naturally, I had a slightly deeper box to work with this time (omg a whole 2-3cm! Luxury!) so of course, it had to be 3D.

"I studied the Great Goddess, shining in the darkness. The treasury was new, but her statue was much older; the wood from which she was carved showed through the gold leaf. The pillars supporting the dome were tree trunks, smoothed of their bark and inverted, so they were wider at the top than at the ground"

First up, the Goddess herself. Fimo on a wire armature with a throne made of balsa wood . Since the statue is described as old with wood showing through the gold, I figured she could look a little crudely-carved and rough. Also, she is smol and I have sossige fingers.

I cut dowels to size to serve as the inverted-tree-trunk pillars and add an illusion of depth. My art teacher would be so proud.

The altar was the easiest piece of the whole thing: chopped up foam board, some card for stability, cut and shaped and decorated with milliput to add the Hephestial Mountains, coated in black tissue to give a nice strong black base to paint. I used drybrush to get a nice stone effect (see a bit further down)

And conveniently, the entire background of the scene is black, so I added the dome for More Optical Illusions! Because hey, if it worked once, do it again :D And also started layering up milliput for the tree-pillar bits.

And the last and messiest step before fixing the pillars and everything in place. Gold. Leaf.

The last bits to get done were the pillars, which I fixed in with milliput and glue.

Once they were set and painted, I glued everything in place and gave Hephestia her orb and behold, phase 2 complete!

And both sides together.

Finally, phase 3 - the cover. To keep things (relatively) simple, I went with the blood-red cover for Return of the Thief. Gave it a nice red basecoat, sketched on the design in chalk because lol, who uses tools to draw lines? Not me!

No in-progress pictures because I did it all in one run while listening to a webinar.

And as a special treat, more gold leafing!! I love the shininess of the figures on the cover of the book and thought “hey, that’s a sensible option that won’t leave you finding gold bits in your kitchen for days!” :D

Note to self: do not do this on wood again, it is very very likely the leaf will cling to the wood and require some repainting. This is a lesson. Do not forget (this memory will self destruct within 10 seconds of leaving this post)

For comparison before I did some touch-ups because of the stupid leaf going rogue

And behold, it is done :D

#arting about #craft #art #the queen's thief #megan whalen turner

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randomfoggytiger · 5 months

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"Let people send you an emoji of their choice and you’ll reply with telling them your favorite fic that they have written"

🫣

Hit me with your best shot. The ego has landed.

Thank you for dropping in~. And hope this gives your ego a boost. ;)))

Okay, this will be long, too; so, I'm going to include a "below the cut" section-- how the tables have turned.

Specific Fics

Picking my tip-top from my collection of your links, I have to select BATB as well as X-Files-- can't leave it behind.

Light Don't Sleep: Gorgeous. I know I'm prejudiced as a S8 viewer (though it's a love-hate relationship, but still...) and I know your canon ends at Requiem; but WOW, wow wow wow. I love every aspect of this piece: slowly coming back together, Mulder warming to his new role, opening up about some abduction memories as well as his grandparents and the nightlight, "I'll be here" and then ditching to the living room and turning on his thinking music, just... just so many things. I adore it, have reread it, will continue to reread it into infinity.

Anchored/Anchored: Gorgeous piece of work. This moment between them is beautifully done: not overly saccharine or morose, weighted and realistic and true. It's so good I'm going to do a reread after I finish this ask. ;)))

Quonochontaug/tumblr: One of my favorite niches is Mulder (and Scully) spending time at Teena's house-- and this is the toppest of tiers. His memories and the resolution and the waitress... it tugs at my heartstrings in a "cleanse away the bitter" way.

The Sticking Place and The Possibility of Being: I won't even attempt to separate these two because they are inseparable. These stories are incredible to me, not only because you write the characters to a T and build a railroad on top of the tracks S3 laid down, but also because-- for lack of a better word-- I got to see you in your work. Having read hundreds, thousands of fics, it became a point of interest to shave away the fandom and get to the voice of the author. I read your x-files fics first (and I treasure them, of course); but it wasn't until I started reading The Sticking Place that I realized THIS is amplifyme-- it clicked together all your turns of phrases and your MSR angles and the twists and turns you took in your x-files fics. I can't describe it any other way than when I turn back the clock and read some of my older (offline) fandom work: you click into that world, that place. You belong there. And no wonder-- that was your fandom before The X-Files even existed. It's a piece of you I'm honored to have seen.

Singular Moments that Stand Out in My Mind

Whenever I think of your work, these moments immediately pop up:

Mulder and Scully dancing under the lights until she's triggered in an abduction flashback.

Mulder laminating and keeping Scully's DOD number.

Scully and Mulder celebrating New Years on a stakeout, S8 not included~.

Mulder telling Scully he hid her cure in his Jersey Devil scar.

Post Redux II Scully being the glue that keeps Mulder from shattering about Samantha.

Maggie made Mulder pie and Scully is almost jealous about it.

Vincent confronting the shooter in The Sticking Place, Father and the community hailing Vincent a hero (to his anguish), and Cullen thinking differently.

Diana and Father's conversations, Vincent and Father's conversations: there are too many masterful moments to name one.

Your descriptions of Vincent's rich internal world mapping onto the world Below and Above.

And I'm not joking when I mean the below:

Every. single. thing. about Light Don't Sleep (but particularly the details mentioned above, as well as the head-to-toe cradling, and these lines: "I believe you," he said. "I just want to know that everything is going to be all right. I need to know that."/She pulled his hand up and kissed the knuckles. "It'll be as right as we can make it. And I think we've got a very good start." She held his hand to her cheek and blinked against the tears gathering in her eyes. His vulnerability could rip her heart out faster than anything else. She felt his chest swell against her back as he took in a deep breath./"Ah, Scully," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We got our miracle, didn't we?")

Every. single. thing. about The Possibility of Being: this is one of those fics that is perfect for a reread; and, if one doesn't have the time, then for imperative, selective rereading. I shall be doing both countless times.

A Farewell

Again, thanks for dropping in! And I hope this satisfied~. :DDDD

#asks #amplifyme #ask game #fics #txf #BATB #Beauty and the Beast 1987 #xfiles #x-files #the x files #xf fanfics #this was fun to write #appreciate the opportunity to give back to fic writers

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fourseasonsfigs · 11 months

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OK! Magazine 1.0 - Part Two

Alright, continuing on from yesterday's post, we're talking about the other half of this set of figs - Gong Jun's.

The inspiration for this figure is the magazine covers that Gong Jun did for OK! Magazine at the same time Zhehan did.

This is the inspiration picture for this fig. And then here's another one of him in this outfit:

Unlike Zhehan's very beautiful description of "Gentle and Powerful", Junjun's description of "Eyes are Raining for Him" is a bit less beautiful, at least in my mind. I assume it means that fans weep over how gorgeous he is? It could be!

Gong Jun had the exact same type of OK! Magazine extras as Zhehan's did - posters, 9 postcards and a paper standee (bookmark?):

His posters are also enormous, just like Zhehan's, so I didn't take a pic of them. But wait, one more thing - we have a behind-the-scenes vid of him taking pictures with the dove. He's always really gentle with animals.

If you recall from yesterday's post, the fig itself arrived in perfect condition, but his glasses...did not.

I'm honestly not sure how the glasses were supposed to arrive unbroken, just being in a plastic envelope. You can see here too how they're not broken evenly - we have one circle frame with two long ends while the other has them broken off very close to the the rims itself. There's a reason I've put off posting about this fig set!

Gluing the glasses together, I have to admit, was a bit of a hassle. Connecting the two rims together was hard because even though I tried to keep the glue on the bridge part from sticking to the plastic, it wouldn't stick together without a decent amount of glue. So I ended up just letting it stick to the plastic, and then cutting the plastic off around it. So it's not as smooth as I would like.

Once I let the rims cure overnight, I picked the longer stem to go on the shorter rim side, and the shorter stem to go on the part that already had a piece sticking out, hoping that would balance them out.

The glue did NOT want to stick to the ends, and I finally ended up having to, like the rims, use a lot of glue. I had to manually hold up the stems in place while they set, which sounds not so bad, but actually took way longer because I kept having to check if I was holding them straight, and then the only way to tell if it was stuck firmly was to let go, whereupon it fell right down. But, I finally managed to at least put them together.

Here they are. You can see one of the sides sticks out a bit weirdly, so I was regretting I hadn't cut off that rim edge to be the same as the other side. BUT, turns out it's a good thing I didn't. You'll see why!

Here's a close up where you can see the holes in the side of his hair where the stems of the glasses fit. This fig is definitely meant for glasses. I mean, it matches the inspiration photo, right?

But first, let's do a run of the fig without the glasses.

I can't lie, this fig is also pretty perfect.

This fig maker always puts Junjun's beauty mark on his ear, which of course matches the one on Zhehan.

Interesting you can't see the hole from this angle. We can, however, see Junjun's beauty mark on his ear, matching the one on Zhehan.

Again, this fig maker gets all the little details - we have his layered cuffed pants, the white socks, and the black loafers. We can also see the detail of the longer white shirt peeking out under the blue overshirt.

You can see the detailing of the metal trim on his loafers.

Ah, you can see the trim even better from this angle. You can also see the metal detailing on his waist bag.

And you can see the detailing on the waist bag even better from this angle! Here we can also see the layering on his 3 shirts that he's wearing.

And back around. You can see the other hole in his hair/head here for the other stem of the glasses to fit into it. You can also see the moons in his eyes (that match the stars in Zhehan's eyes).

Here he is with the bottoms up view, which lets you see the detail on the white strap holding his waist bag in place. We can also see here the dark pocket on his outer shirt.

And the top view, where you can see how dynamic his pose is and also how fabulously they modeled the hair!

Ok. Now you've seen how cute he looks without the glasses, which is to say, extremely cute. Now let's go back and talk about the glasses again. Remember how I said it was a good thing I left that little extra bit on the glasses rim? Well, that's because the glasses don't fit quite right on his face. The glasses aren't quite big enough, shortened as they are from the break and the repair, to fit easily all the way around his dear little head.

But, I didn't want to glue them in place because well, that's permanent. And I couldn't decide if I liked him better with the glasses on or off! I know the glasses are in the inspiration pic, so I'm inclined to keep them, but I'm just not sure. I ended up sticking them in with museum wax (which also didn't want to hold very well, so I made a bit of a mess with it), and the glasses managed to stay in place exactly as long as it took to take pictures. They fell off right after I took the last photo. So here we go:

Cute, right? But he's also super cute without them and you can see more of his face.

Here's the two of them together, as the fig maker intended.

So what do you think? Glasses yes or no? I can't decide! The fig is meant to have glasses, but I think he's cuter without them. They're not in great shape either. Help!

I'm going to use this poll feature and I would very much appreciate your thoughts!

I'm going to use my one last picture slot for the box card:

Looking cute, Junjun!

Material: Resin and a lot of glue on those poor glasses

Fig Count: 372

Scene Count: 25

Rating: Either way, you're adorable, Junjun!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

#junzhe #gong jun #word of honor cast #figthusiast

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juriyuna · 5 months

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I saw the top 5/bottom 5 girls in the supporting cast, and it got me thinking. Top 5/bottom 5 witches?

Top 5:

5. Quitterie: She's hideous and unsettling, but I kind of love her? She's endearingly ugly. I like her goofy little :^> face and the way her button eyes are staring in different directions.

4. Gisela: Both of her forms are so cool! I love her colour palette and description. The production note saying that her familiars drive around playing the Godfather theme is a great little detail as well. She wants to be cool so badly...

3. Homulilly (Rebellion): I don't know which version of her I like more; the plague doctor mask one or the spider lily one. She's a very witchy looking witch with a lot of nice symbolism and a solid design. :0 Plus she has my favorite familiars in the franchise (the Clara dolls).

2. Ophelia: Just a gorgeous design all around, and everything about her is so thematically perfect. The candle head, her name, her forgotten purpose, the way she keeps her distance from her own familiars-- solid 10/10 witch right here.

1. Charlotte: The beb! The myth! The legend! She's a popular pick for favorite witches, and for good reason, I think. Her doll form is adorable, especially as Bebe, and her worm form is super expressive and fun. I want to peel Babybel cheeses for her and squish her face. She also has the Pyotrs, which are the peak creatures of all time.

Bottom 5:

... I don't know if I have 5! I'm neutral to positive on most witches, so I'll have to do bottom 4.

4. Crépuscule de La Reine: Would be better if her main body wasn't a horrible shade of grey-green that clashes with everything else. :( She's probably supposed to look gross, but I can't say I'm a fan.

3. Oshiti: Reminds me too strongly of large piece of popcorn making the pog face, unfortunately.

2. Lucy: She's fine until she either does her forward charge or dies, at which point she shoots out this thick wriggling tentacle arm thing that I really don't like. Put it back!!

1. Blòt: Too many tentacles. She looks like she's covered in a pile of spaghetti and tomato sauce. It would be funny if it wasn't so gross. ;_;

#asks #madoka magica #magia record

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childofaura · 2 years

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For the feh artist thing, have you done Saori Toyota yet?

Not yet, but that's a good pick too! They drew mah boi Colm ;w; Forever grateful for that.

So Saori Toyota's kiiiiiind of a new-ish artist. I think they just started drawing last year? Either way, we've got a pretty good batch of characters from them: Resplendent Eirika, Resplendent Corrin, Colm, Saul, Yuri, and most recently F!Shez. A pretty good steady stream of characters to work on! And their art is very expressive. Let's start with Colm:

First off, we've got a very nice pose that encapsulates his nonchalant attitude, and it's not just a forward-facing pose. The color work is pretty solid and details like the wrinkles of his clothes and cape are well-drawn.

But another positive thing I wanna point out is their original costume designs for Resplendent Eirika, Resplendent Corrin, and Bridal Saul are SO AWESOME:

I will always love dear Maiponpon's Corrin artwork, but Saori does such a beautiful job with Corrin's outfit; Seliph, Ryoma, Eliwood, and Cordelia have well-blended enough outfits that thematically fit with Askr's style (While Linde, Reinhardt, Olwen, and Marth just... kind of look like they had their original outfits with some white and gold Askr patterns slapped on), but like Sharena said in the little descriptive blurb, Corrin LOOKS like he's the older brother of the Askr trio. They managed to perfectly balance the overall layout of his OG outfit with the aesthetics of Askr clothing. Also I like his hair, it has a nice texture to it.

And then Resplendent Eirika:

The colors are so drastically different from each other but Saori blends them together and makes it work. The overall outfit is simply gorgeous with the overlapping petals and corset. Also I included the crit because their critical effects are very nice to look at too!

And finally Saul:

I fully acknowledge that trying to design a groom outfit for the dudes is an entirely different monster than drawing bridal dresses; Traditionally Western men don't wear as flashy outfits as the women do. But they gave him a very pretty outfit while keeping his red scarf. Plus his little wink is entirely in-character. A+.

Getting to the criticism part of the review, I DO feel like they were a mis-pick for one character... and that's F!Shez.

Starting off:

Firstly, still wanna acknowledge the gorgeous color work. But her eyes feel... too big and round for her character. It just doesn't feel right for Shez.

Then there's her attack pose:

Shez is supposed to be a disciplined mercenary, someone who has a natural talent for fighting and is constantly working to better herself to eventually fight Byleth. But in this piece... she's all over the place. Her legs are all skewed, she doesn't look like she has a strong grip on her axe (Which looks like it might drop and take her with it), her ankles look broken, and her back is thrown out. I get that you don't need to be too practical with weapon poses in FEH because you're looking for dynamic and personality, but this isn't Shez.

And then there's her damage pose:

Shez. Honey. Girlfriend. Darling. What are you doing? That pose is ALL SORTS of wack. Her arms are crossed over each other, her legs are STILL askew, and she's got that "anime girl damage" pose going on.

Don't get me wrong, I still love Saori's artwork, but I don't think they were the best artist to draw F!Shez, especially compared to the bitchin' artwork we got for M!Shez.

Still an incredibly talented artist though, and someone I want to see design more Resplendent/Seasonal/Maybe even Ascended Heroes. 8/10.

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #Saori Toyota #ask game #Didn't really cover Yuri in this one because Yuri's a little shit >:( both as a unit as a character #Just personal opinion though #But yeah Saori's artwork is so vivid #Like I mentioned in one of the previous critiques we NEED artists who can break up the monotony of dreary and desaturated color palettes #With some bright and eye-catching color

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twogyuu · 1 year

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one thing about me is that when i read smth i like i will review the fuck out of it.

Great use of body language and natural movement to build the scene, it doesn't feel robotic or staged.

The detailing of the memories, of all senses - tangerine sky did something to me because look... (the closest thing to a tangerine sky that i have taken, sunrise btw, and when i read it i immediately thought of this)

i like how you described her body reactions to his memories rather than her mind or emotions if it makes sense?

her timidness or I'd rather say anxiety making her feel scrunched up before meeting him, like that dread at the pit of your stomach when seeing someone you used to be so close with after a long period of time, the million thoughts running around not knowing what to expect...

great detailing in the scenery and setting, without stating, there's a seamless natural flow that lets you know what's going around her (the people, espresso machine) without listing the specific events.

NOW THEN FLOWERS - im a sucker for flower symbolism in literature and I've used it sooooooo many times, the bouquet in my head looks soooo pretty like omg

MY GREMLIN - it's him opening a door that was left ajar just a little bit, taking that first step back, it says soooooo much calling her by a nickname, like continuing the page right where they left

and it hurts herrrrr the way she's holding back and putting up a front, as if to ward him off, and yet he's so casual about it asking her to the brunch date

I LOVE THEM. AND I WANT THOSE FLOWERS.

lovely work holly, worth that distraction

(also not you assigning me the stethoscope emoji ahhhhhhh)

- with love and hugs, eboni 🖤

Eboni 🥺😭

You're gonna make me cry! No one has ever given me this much feedback on my writing - let alone all the praises too 😭 I'm really taken aback - and touched! 🥺 When you said "review" I was a little worried LoL. This was unexpected, but welcomed💙

I'm thrilled you really enjoyed all the description - growing up, I was taught to write like you're watching a movie, which is why I never really dive into fEeLinGs (that and I'm emotionally constipated); I'm so happy that came through. That's a GORGEOUS picture of the sunset btw 😍 I was picturing something like that, maybe a little more orange, just skimming across some glistening ocean - a little breeze brushing back Jeonghan's bangs- 😭😭😭😭

CAN YOU TELL A BITCH IS WHIPPED FOR A GREMLIN?

LOL I projected on OC - tbh, I don't like flowers either, but I looked into those two specifically because a while ago Jeonghan said those were his favorites 💀 the things I do for men who don't know I exist . . . I love that for you that you use that in your writing though 🥰💙

AnYwAyS aaagggh I don't really know where I'm going with all of this sjsjsbs! I'm honored you to took the time to review and analyze my work like this! Let alone, this was a rework of an old fake dating!au for Jeonghan I wrote a long time ago (but deleted it sksjsjs). . . It holds a special place in my heart cuz it was one of my first pieces even though it wasn't that good lol.

Seriously though!!! Made my day - thank you 🥺💙

P.S. if you want a different emoji you can definitely pick a different one!!!! 😆

#eboni 🩺#sadkidwarexpert

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huniebunny · 2 years

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Celebrity AU: Lyx / Theo

[Warnings: NSFT, explicit description of porn, implicit mention of sexual favors]

[Word Count: 1327 words]

[Theo belongs to the lovely @whaleofatjme1920]

Gorgeous pale thighs trembled… Arms bound overhead in bright red rope… The same bright red as his hair, stuck to his face from sweat… A delicious whimper escaped his bite swollen lips… Failing to find grip on the lube slick sybian, he sank further on the vibrating attachment. Thirty minutes of nothing but pure overstimulation…

Theo shouldn't be so entranced by the solo act shown on his shitty TV. He shouldn't be watching it to the point of gripping the seams of his pants, barely denying the urge his body desperately craved. He shouldn't be focusing so much of his job and time on this single actor… But, God, he had to give the studio slack. They knew how to make a redhead still look beautiful even at breaking point. His nails popped threads as the actor cried out for the third time, groaning in response.

About to give in, his only relief for momentary self control was his phone ringing. He leaned forward, pushed empty beer bottles and tissues to the floor, and grabbed the vibrating device. It only reminded him of the video currently playing and his gaze lifted to his tv, nearly getting lost in the way the redhead’s chest shook. He picked up the remote and turned down the volume quickly before answering the call. “Theo Kolinsky, who is this?”

“Oswald Edmund. You can just call me Ozzie-”

“Get to the point,” Theo grumbled, pinching his brows.

“ -Right. I’m Lyxtus’ producer.” Theo’s eyes widened and his back straightened, pressing the phone closer to his ear. “I was hoping you’re available to come in and speak on some of these posts you’ve written.”

The possibility of seeing Lyxtus in person was too delectable of a thought. He licked his lips, glancing at the silent video still playing on the shitty TV screen. Zoomed in on the redhead’s face, Lyxtus looked into the camera. Theo couldn’t help but feel like Lyxtus was looking right at him. He’d get to see that pale skin up close, or if his golden eyes were contacts or not. Perhaps even get a live demonstration if he gives them a hard enough time about it…

“When do you want me in?” He asked.

“How about in two weeks? Does the sixteenth sound good to you?” Ozzie offered. Theo bit his lip, rolling the collar of his shirt between his fingers as he watched the film end with one last orgasm. It’d feel like a long time, but if that’s the soonest.

“Sounds great. Will he be there?”

“Will his presence convince you to talk?”

“Yes.” The answer left his lips before he could bite it back. He smacked his forehead.

“Then I’ll make sure he attends the meeting.” Then Ozzie hung up. Theo stared at the rolling credits, falling back on his couch. His phone slipped from his grip and knocked against his knee before clattering to the floor, yet he made no move to pick it up again. He thickly swallowed. His hand found his zipper, finally caving with the new thoughts of seeing his recent obsession with his own eyes.

Two weeks passed. Self-inflicted torture when he realized the wait was for a movie premier Lyxtus starred in. He bought the movie within an hour of finding out, unable to stop himself from documenting everything about the character Lyxtus presented. The climatic dance scene stopped Theo in his tracks. Everything about the way Lyxtus moved was hypnotizing. His eyes followed the way his body swayed, picturing the girl pressed against his chest as himself. Theo licked his dry lips as he watched Lyxtus pull her in for a passionate kiss.

He finished his post with a distasteful review of the actress’s performance. Posting it without another thought, he finished the movie with his eyes only ever on Lyxtus. Soon, he thought, Soon I’ll see what you’re really like.

Over the wait, Ozzie gave him the details of the meeting and a reminder to be discreet about it. He couldn’t promise discreet, but he’d hold his end as long as Lyxtus would still be there. 4p.m. sharp, business casual, and he’s allowed one photo. His heart raced for what that could mean.

The 16th, just before 4p.m., and Theo pulled into the heavily guarded parking deck of the most luxurious apartment complex he’d ever visited. His own couldn’t ever compare. He parked in the first available guest reserved spot and made his way to the nearest elevator. He rolled up his sleeves and readjusted the strap of his camera bag. The elevator slowed to a stop and opened directly into the penthouse. Theo blinked slowly as he stepped into the luxury apartment. He turned around, taking the whole place in. If he blinked, he might miss something important and he’d kick himself if he did.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Theo might as well have given himself whiplash, finding Lyxtus walking in from a darkened hall. “How was the drive?”

Theo thickly swallowed, processing what he was seeing as he tried to answer. Lyx was dressed in a black half lace button up shirt and white fitted slacks. “Fu-ine! Fine, it was fine. Where’s Ozzie?”

“Oh, he won’t be here. I wanted to talk with you privately about your recent work,” Lyxtus insisted. “Please, have a seat and allow me to introduce myself.”

He followed the redhead’s lead, sitting down on the large, pristine couch. He had half a thought of ruining Lyxtus on top of it, before focusing on the deal at hand. He pulled his phone out and opened the voice recorder. “Do you mind if I record this endeavor?”

“Only if you can keep it to yourself, hun,” Lyxtus purred.

Theo held back his smirk and started the recording. “May I have your name, occupation, and today’s time and date.”

Lyxtus sat down beside Theo, laying his arm across the back of the couch. He leaned close to the phone, smiling coquettishly. “Lyxtus Pineda, but you may call me Lyx. I am an Adult film Actor. It is currently four seventeen in the afternoon on Wednesday the sixteenth.” He leaned back, meeting Theo’s gaze. “I wanted to speak with you about your posts. After all, writing everything short of pure erotica about yourself is definitely something…”

Theo tried to will away his blush, he did, but he didn’t think Lyxtus would have the time to read anything he wrote. “You read all of that?”

“Not quite all of it. But what I have read interests me.” Lyxtus smiled. He rested his free hand on Theo’s knee, rubbing his fingertips along the inner seam of his slacks. “Since you seem so inclined on what I star in, I’d like to give you a lifetime opportunity: Join me on set for my next recording.”

Frozen, Theo tried to process what was just offered. What did ‘join him’ mean?! Would it be as hands on as he hoped? He swallowed thickly, setting his phone down as he tried to ignore the sweet petting on his thigh. “Mind clarifying the offer? I don’t quite-”

“Oh, you won’t be in the scene, I mean. But you will get to see me up close while I work.” Lyxtus laughed softly, pulling his hand away. “What do you say?”

It was a prime opportunity. He could even sneak something in about Lyxtus’ private relationships as well. He chewed his lip, glancing over the redhead’s body. “Sure.. I wouldn’t be good at my job if I refused.”

Lyxtus grinned, scooting a little closer. “Perfect. Now, about your one photo. This is for your own private use; No publishing. So, you get to make it as perfect as you want it.”

And, yet another prime opportunity. One he’d be a fool to refuse. “I want you ruined for it.” The words left him before he could rethink his plans.

Lyxtus grinned wider and crawled into Theo’s lap. “Then come ruin me..”

#creepypasta celebrity au #celebrity au #theo kolinsky #not safe for tumblr #lyxtus

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