#does her shirt look like a moon ball

[wongyuuu]

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Can u plssss make a husband mingyu fic of his daughter absolutely hating his haircut go from long to extremely short causing him to sulk and hate his own hair then y/n having to comfort him😭😭 this video legit reminded me of this instantly idek how

i'm not supposed to be taking requests but this was just something that stuck to my mind ever since i read it. so here it is! i hope you like it! i'm also just in time for his birthday

when he cuts his hair

pairing: mingyu x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 769 warnings: slightly suggestive not proofread

You did your best to contain your smile, or at least tried to hide it, as your daughter cried into your shoulder, her small tears soaking your shirt and her hands balled into tiny fists in your hair. Under normal circumstances, you’d have taken her hand away but in that moment, it seemed like the only option to have her calm down. 

Your husband sat on the couch, the blanket you kept on the back of it wrapped around his head and shoulder, as his eyes were two full moons in his face. Mingyu was a mixture of laughter and unwashed tears as he watched your daughter cry into you. 

“I didn’t know” his voice came out in a whine, his hold on the blanket tightening “I thought it would be okay”

Mingyu had left the house that morning saying “I’m going to cut hair, I’ll be right back”. He had kept his hair longer for almost a year and it was probably one of your daughter’s favorite things about him — that and also the fact that Mingyu even existed. “Not only does she look like you the most but she also loves you the most” you’d half-heartily complain sometimes. 

It became some sort of routine, if she fell asleep with Mingyu around, she’d most definitely have her hand in his hair. Logically and rationally you knew that Hanna wouldn't like the new haircut, but you also didn’t think that it would be that much of a big deal. What you also didn’t expect was for Mingyu to come back with the shortest hair you have ever seen on him. 

You had known Mingyu for roughly twelve years and he always kept his hair on the longer side. While the sight was a fantastic one, Hanna didn’t seem to share the same idea. 

She ran to the door excitedly the second she heard the sound of keys on the lock to greet her dad. She had the biggest smile on her face and then it just disappeared as she took in her dad’s new look. Her small features contorted and her eyes filled with tears and she ran back to you, hiding behind your legs.

Like he usually did, Mingyu kneeled to welcome the hug that always came but this time there was none. 

You wished you had recorded the whole thing, the way Hanna started to scream her lungs out because “not daddy” and Mingyu was a few seconds away from crying. 

“Hanna” you cooed “you don’t want to say hi to daddy? He missed while he was away”

She shook her head.

“Not daddy,” she said again, the new tears coming down her face.

It took you a good hour to get her to settle down and sleep. Her body still shook with sobs when you put her in bed. 

Mingyu was in the living room, in the same exact position as before, the blanket still wrapped around his head. His eyes were sort of lost until he finally seemed to notice you were back. Once again his eyes were filled with tears. 

“Babe, no, it’s fine,” you said, approaching him. 

When you were close enough he pulled you to him, hands around your waist and his head resting on your stomach. Slowly you pulled the blanket away from him and ran your hand over his hair. There wasn't a lot to hold onto, there was barely any hair in between your fingers, just a little more at the top for a quiff.

“She hates me now,” he complained.

There were these moments when it was hard to tell who was actually the 2 year old and who was the grown man.

“She doesn't, she just needs to get used to it. You're her favorite person” you assure him “She's just surprised. When you left there was hair in your head”

Mingyu groaned at your laugh.

“I just wanted to try something different”

You held his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. Mingyu rested his chin on your stomach, beautiful dark eyes looking back at you.

“Do you like it, at least?”

You bit your lips, trying to keep yourself from saying that maybe you didn’t like it as much, that your favorite hair was that middle ground between short and longer. 

“You look younger” your words were slow, a little careful.

He groaned, pretending to cry, his arms getting even tighter around you. 

“Both of you hate it”

You bent forward and placed a kiss on his nose and then his lips until his pout was replaced by a smile. 

“At least there’s a little bit to hold on to”

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[seattlesellie]

hi angel i saw u say you wanted more fluffy ellie requests and i thought about maybe something along the lines of the cute pics she has of you two in her phone idk it’s just something i thought of u don’t have to write it if u don’t want to i just love ur blog and everything u write 💗💗💗💗🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

not about love ♡

pre-dating slightly loser college!ellie 🦕 incoming !! basically u go through ellies phone and find… something. part 1 of… maybe?

warnings: slightly mean ellie for a second, sexual tension, mentions of weed and alcohol.

part 2

Tic-Toc, the gentle sounds of the ancient clock in Ellie’s room filled the thick air. a gift from Joel. It was a warm, lazy afternoon. You almost fell asleep, almost. Her bed smelled like her, so did the ruffled, Nirvana t-shirt you were laying on. Everything in this room practically screamed Ellie. The scent, the sketches on the wall — of Dina, and Jesse, and you. Why did she have more sketches of you than anyone else? A dinosaur lego, a miniature solar system, obscure band posters, Oh! here’s the pin you gifted her once!, two pairs of mismatched socks, a random rock (“It’s from like, the moon” she said. It was from the local science museum.)

“El” you whined, receiving a gentle hum in response.

“I’m bored” you exclaimed with a heavy sigh. It's not as if she owed you any attention, she told you she had to study. For some reason, some odd reason nor you or her could put your finger on, you had to be there with her. “Well” you excused. “It’s not like I have anything better to do, right?” A lie. What about your project due Monday? Nevermind.

“Catch this” she exclaimed, tossing a serene light blue stress ball directly at your face.

“Ow!” you whined, yet again. If only you knew what those whines did to her.

“Sorry bro, gotta finish this fucking question. She said, flexing her sore hand. “Fuck this fucking Prof, seriously” She mumbled, clearly annoyed, clearly frustrated. Ellie had this thing, well, if you could even call something that she only had specifically with you a “Thing” — where she had to call you by those stupid names. “Dude” “Bro” “Jeez man!” just to see you squirm. Youd flinch ever so slightly, a fleeting reaction that betrayed a hint of offense flickering in your eyes. Every time you couldn’t help but pout, couldn’t help but look a little bit hurt, it did something to her. It wasn’t because she liked hurting you, God knows she didn’t. It would give her a glimmer of hope, of light. Shed journal about it, too;

“I called her Bro again. She looked really sad. Why does she get sad? I’m so fucking stupid. It’s probably because no one else calls her fucking bro, I’m literally delusional. Also had expired fucking Pizza. Worst day ever. Shit. Not that bad because she smiled at batted her eyelashes. God Ellie you need therapy.” YOURE A DUMBASS!!!!”

Half an hour had elapsed, brimming with Ellie muttering to herself under her breath. lighting a blunt, burning the blunt, passing it to you, begging you to give it back after 3 seconds.

You were pretty sure you had gone through every single app on your phone five times already. Stalking rando’s on Instagram, watching ASMR tiktoks, talking shit with Dina in the groupchat. How much more of this boredom could you take? My god, you were humming a stupid melody to yourself.

“Griiiind boy you know I grind when I pull-“

“Shh”

Did Ellie just shush you?!

“Excuse me?” You said.

“I’m trying to concentrate. Also what the fuck is a Fartulum?” Ellie retorted, withdrawing slightly and punctuating her frustration with stomps on the floor. God, she was too fucking cute.

“Can I play on your phone?” You questioned innocently. One more opening and closing the same App and you’d have lost your damn mind. You could practically see the Candy Crush candies popping inside of your brain every time you closed your eyes.

“No” she answered bluntly.

“Why? you scared I’ll find your nudes? Not gonna look- Swear on my li-“

You could hear her eye rolling, somehow.

“I dont have fucking nudes” she affirmed with a touch of exasperation.

“Someone else’s?” you said quietly. Your tone almost exposed you. Almost.

“Psh… no” Ellie said in return, just as quiet. Her tone almost exposed her, too.

Wish I had yours. Shut it, Ellie.

“Then let me go on your phone” You whined, got off the bed and almost slipped on one of her belts that laid on the floor. So messy, so, so Ellie.

She cast a sidelong glance at you, her eyes darting from the corner of her vision. Her grip on the pen was incredibly tight. It happened every time you got near, got too close to her. Whether it was clutching the strings of her hoodie, her knuckles turning white with tension, or her toes curling in a clenched stance. Shed never ever admit it to herself, cool, calm & collected, but fuck did you make her nervous.

You settled yourself on the chair beside her, causing her to divert every ounce of her attention back to her assignment, shifting it solely onto you. You. You. You.

She gazed directly into your eyes, and a peculiar warmth flooded your face. Its funny how even after being friends for all this time, making eye contact with her managed to stir something within you. She asked you about it once, mid fight. “You never even look at me when we talk!” she huffed. “Yes I do!” no you dont. “No you don’t!” and when your lips quivered, turning you in, she left it at that.

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, her arms flexing subtly with the motion. You gave her that look, the look that made her cheeks go bright pink, her hands clam up. She bit her lip. “Fine”. You won, flashing her a toothy smile she couldn’t help but grin at.

And there you were, with Ellie’s iPhone 5C (Yeah, she never got that buying a new iPhone every 2 years phenomenon) laying on Ellie’s bed, in Ellie’s room.

“Ew - Ellie what the fuck? why is your screen greasy?!” You squirmed, fingertips grazing over her slightly sticky screen. Is that fucking chicken nuggets residue?

“Shut up, dude. You asked me for my phone so deal with the consequences”

Dude.

You rolled your eyes, proceeded to wipe the screen of her phone with the corner of her cozy flannel bedsheet. Her phone was really warm. One more month and it would probably set on fire.

“Password?” You questioned, and shifted to lay on your stomach, your cheek caressing the pillow. It had a little auburn colored hair laying on top of it.

Ellie huffed and waited a second before she responded, contemplating again. It’s harmless, fuck it.

“2222”

“Okay, seriously - you could get hacked with that dumbass password”

“Pffft” Ellie huffed. “I’d fucking beat them up if they tried robbing me” she said, ever the brave.

“I’m not… talking about robbers, Ellie. Like, hackers?”

“Same thing”

“You cant beat up hackers they’re- Nevermind” you sighed.

2222.

If the room was classic Ellie, god, so was her phone. Default Apple background, because she truly couldn’t be bothered. iMessage, Instagram with four pictures on her feed; One of her arm slightly flexing her tat (who the fuck was the bitch who commented “damn” under there?), one of a stray cat wearing her grey beanie, a meme that says “Fuck sex. Let’s do something romantic like play Fireboy and Watergirl on CoolMathGames.Com” (God, she thought she was so funny for that one. 6 Likes, one from you, one from Jesse, the fake Instagram account you and Dina created for Joel, her ex Cat, and one from Dina and a spam bot). Next to the Instagram laid the NASA app (of course), Call Of Duty for iPhone (Made her sleep for only fifteen minutes one night), calculator, 9GAG (People still use that?!), and… her gallery.

You pursed your lips, contemplating the situation. Should you?after all, Ellie said; No nudes. So what could possibly be on there?

Of course.

You couldn't contain a soft giggle that escaped your lips, earning an inquisitive whine from Ellie. "What's so funny?" she grumbled, unable to resist her curiosity.

“Said you were studying, so study” You said, while scrolling through her gallery.

As you readjusted your position on the bed, you unintentionally swiped to the left, revealing her albums. Just harmless browsing, right?

“Screenshots”

“Funny memes”

“Pics to send Jesse when he’s being stupid”

“Dhhdjsjsou”

“Stink ❤️”

A picture of you, laying on the grass, a bright, toothy smile spread across your face. It was from your Instagram, the one you deleted because you thought you looked dumb. The one Ellie commented a for once unsarcastic “Woah” on.

The album was locked.

You felt your throat go dry, heartbeat speeding up. Your leg started shaking, and God, you hoped she would come and snatch the phone off of your hand.

But she didn’t. She just shifted in her sit, cleared her throat and resumed her studies.

You shouldn’t have. But you did.

2222

Unlocked. Success!

You felt like screaming at the top of your lungs. Was it even hotter in here now? Extra humid today? you bit your lip, it almost hurt.

A picture of you and Dina. A selfie you sent to the groupchat two weeks ago. Ellie doodled a green heart on it. You were sweating. A picture of you on Christmas last year. That same day you had your stupid fight on. You were wearing a Santa hat, mug of hot Coco and tiny white marshmallows in your hand.

Your stomach felt as if it were infested by a swarm of Ellie looking butterfly’s.

A picture of you sound asleep, in Ellie’s bed. She was mid-moving a hair strand away from your face. It was blurry. You recognized that top.

You were wasted that day. Blabbering uncontrollably about how you had to crash on her bed, because you were scared your new roommate would think you’re stupid, and dumb, and an idiot, for getting drunk at a frat party.

You couldn’t understand why Ellie didn’t want to help you. You almost kicked her when she said she couldn’t, that you’d be better off in your bed. “I snore. And I kick in my sleep - Seriously” You almost cried. You called her a bad friend, a fake one, because — isn’t that what friends are for? Shouldn’t they have your back when you’re a babbling mess? Hold your hair for you, put you to sleep, take care of you?

Ellie couldn’t sleep that night.

When you laid there, right on her bed, her face went so red and hot you could fry something on it. She almost hit herself in the face when her chest grazed your back. When your leg caressed her’s, and ended up on top of her thigh, she almost screamed. When you shifted to face her, an angelic, sound asleep expression on your face, she swore she almost died. The string of your top came off, revealing more of your shoulder, and the strap of your bra, Ellie turned around so fast she almost woke you up.

She slept for 20 minutes.

When she woke up, she had to make herself remember it. Remember you, laying with her.

So she took a picture. An innocent one.

You almost jumped when the pen fell slipped from her hand and she turned around to face you.

“What are you doing?”

Whats in her notes app?

♡

part two

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[bellaveux]

kiss of a vampire | w. maximoff

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: injured and alone, wanda finds herself out in the middle of the night, searching for the one person she can trust to help her. on that night, you find out what she truly is.

content warnings: 18+ minors dni. vampire!wanda, human!reader, victorian era, blood, very tiny mentions of homophobia, loss of virginity (?), smut! making out, biting, marking?, soft sex, fingering and oral (r receiving), praising

wc: 3.9k

note: surprise this is my singular contribution for kinktober hehe, happy halloween everyone!

Fall of 1863 in New York was more or less an uneventful time of the year for you. Your mother insists you read as many books as you can find in the manor’s library, and your father insists you go out and attend all those fancy balls and infernal tea parties—all in an effort to make you more presentable for any of your future suitors. It made sense for them to do so. Your mother was a respectable woman in the town, and she married your father, a man of riches, all thanks to that company he founded many years ago. You could honestly care less, not really having to do anything but read your books all day. Occasionally, in the evening when the sun has already set and you got too fed up with turning pages, you went out for a walk down that nice, pebbled trail through the woods, leading you down to that stone bridge over the river.

That’s where you met her. Wanda.

The moon was out. The sun was gone. She didn’t wear a fancy dress like you did the first time you saw her. She wore an unbuttoned vest over her white, well-made dress shirt, black pants, and riding boots to match. Her hair was red, and for a moment, you thought her eyes were the same color. It went away when you blinked, and suddenly, her eyes were green. You had never seen a woman like her before, much less someone similar in town. All the ladies and their voluminous skirts really only had boys, and gossip filled their daily conversations. It was tiring to be around them, but being with Wanda was relieving.

She told stories. Of adventures. Of distant lands you could barely imagine. She’d tell you about the sea, the moon, and the world beyond this little town you lived in. You found solace during your time with her, and you began to look forward to your walks through the woods every evening you could. She’s always there. Like she knows everything… She was your friend. And each time you met her, your heart beat faster than you’d like to admit, and your stomach fluttered whenever you thought about her. You always wondered, does she feel the same? You supposed you’d never find out, because who in their right mind would confess to having feelings for another woman?

Forbidden. Unthinkable. Criminal. That’s what they would say about you. So, you stayed quiet.

During the latest hours of the night, sometimes you’d see the glow of torches outside your window. You hear the noises first. A woman screaming. Pitchforks and shovels thrown up in the air, metal and iron clinking against each other. The sounds of arrows cracking through wood. Monsters, your father would say. They lurk out in the night, waiting and waiting until they come up to their prey and kill… You’ve heard the stories of those vampires, wolves, demons or whatever it is they are. You found it hard to believe. Even more so that so many people are afraid of what they probably haven’t even seen.

But then you see Wanda again. Not on your walk through the woods. Not on the bridge. A quiet knock is what you hear first. You look up from your book in surprise, then see her outside your window, clutching her shoulder in pain. She’s seated on the edge of your window on the other side of the glass, giving you a weak smile despite seeing how confused and worried you were. You rushed over and opened the window immediately, telling her to get in—of course, after you yelled—or whispered, really—at her for showing up at this ungodly hour.

“What in heaven’s name are you doing here?” You exclaimed as you pulled her into your room.

But the moment she winced in pain, you immediately pulled your hands back, afraid that you might have hurt her. You watch her move to lean against the wall underneath the window. She sighs in relief, still clutching her shoulder. Your gaze falls to her hand, right where you see the stains of red seeping through her dress shirt.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she says through gritted teeth.

“You’re bleeding…” You think out loud, carefully watching her as you hold your breath.

The faint glow of torches outside your window shows up in the corner of your eye—people bustling loudly in your street. You could see Wanda duck even further beneath your window, staring up at the ceiling as you began to put two and two together.

“No…” You shake your head and take a few steps back. “You’re the one they’re looking for, aren’t you?”

Wanda’s gaze softened as she turned to you. Her mouth opened for a moment to say something, but she sighed and laughed sheepishly to herself as she shook her head. Then, you see it in her smile.

She looked up at you again, with those kind and caring eyes you’ve seen on her from the moment you met her, “Please, don’t be afraid of me.”

“Your teeth…”

“I know,” she nodded. “But, I need your help. Please. I’m begging you.”

You didn’t know what to do. “Wanda.”

“They’ll come after me if you tell me to leave, (Y/n),” she reasoned, leaning up to show you she was telling the truth.

“Did you… Have you killed someone?” You could barely get it out.

“No!” She said, “I-I haven’t hurt anyone, I promise you! I-It’s my brother. I’ve been looking for him. He’s…”

“He’s what?”

Wanda sighs and turns away from you in shame. “He’s hungry. We… We haven’t eaten in weeks. He’s got a bigger appetite than I do… I-It’s harder to control him. I think he might’ve hurt someone tonight.”

You stare at her. Her eyes were red now. Her breathing was heavy. Her fangs darted out slightly past her parted lips. You take a second to process what she had just told you. And in truth, you should’ve been scared. You should have been throwing her out of the manor, calling for your father to deal with such a monster.

But to you, she was still… just Wanda. If she wanted to kill you, you’d imagine she’d already done it by now.

You left for a moment to head into your washroom in the corner your room where you tried to find all of the medical supplies you currently had. It wasn’t much—a wet rag, a few bandage wraps, and a kit for stitches. You returned with all the items in your arms, and Wanda looked up at you with a thankful smile.

You sat on the floor with her, your white nightgown bunching up against the wooden paneling. “I… I have bandages—”

Wanda shook her head, looking down to avoid your eyes. “Thank you… But, that won’t help.”

“What will?”

Her eyes bore into yours, but her mouth doesn’t move. She has that look on her face that tells you she's too embarrassed to say or ask for it. Her hands squeezed her shoulder in pain, trying to stop the bleeding.

“Tell me, Wanda.” You say firmly, your gaze unwavering, and for a second, you thought she was intimidated by you. She was, in truth, because of her feelings for you.

“Blood.”

You pause. Then, she repeats it again.

“Blood will… replenish my energy. I haven’t eaten, so I’m weak. On a good day, this wound would not even phase me.”

“My blood?”

Wanda nods. Your prolonged silence tells her that there is no way in hell you’d allow her. Her love for you has her hoping for the best outcome—that you’d have mercy on her and help her relieve the pain. But then again, you don’t owe her anything, and this was a lot to ask. The idea of asking felt impossible even though Wanda had already mentioned it, worried that you might refuse or be horrified by the notion.

“Okay.”

She blinks at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. As long as you don’t turn me into a vampire or anything. I don’t mean it to offend you, but it would... complicate things.”

She nods once again, more eagerly this time. “You don’t have to worry about that. That’s, um… That’s a completely different process.”

“Okay,” you repeat, scooting closer to her, looking down at your dress and your hands as you begin to wonder if you should get a knife. “I-I’m not sure how to… do this.”

“Your neck.” She tells you. Of course.

You don’t ignore the way her red eyes darken and the way her ears perk up in excitement as you move your hair carefully to one side.

“Is it going to hurt?”

Wanda’s gaze softened at your words, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.”

She watches you nod and holds her breath as she inches closer to you. Your sweet scent fills her nose with a much stronger fragrance than ever before. She has always loved the way you smelled. It soothed her in ways many other things couldn’t. It was divine, enveloping her senses each time she was near you, and she found herself utterly addicted. She had never been this close before tonight, her breath tickling the side of your neck. She could hear your heart beating fast as she moved closer.

You braced yourself, your heart pounding in anticipation for the expected pain of a vampire’s hungry bite. But it didn’t come. Instead, you felt Wanda’s soft, warm lips meet your skin, kissing it so gently in a way that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel her other hand, resting itself on the curve of your waist. Your breath caught in your throat, and your lips parted slightly as Wanda continued to press her mouth to your skin, littering your neck with the softest kisses she could possibly give you. You couldn’t help but notice the frailty and gentleness of her touches and her kisses, as if they were delicate and almost fragile.

Wanda was lost in the feeling of your skin. Every kiss left her craving for more, and she found herself losing control of the overwhelming desire she had been suppressing for so long.

You were so distracted by the soft kisses she left on you that you barely noticed the faint, almost imperceptible sensation of Wanda’s fangs piercing your skin. She was so gentle, and you expected much less when she had promised, but this… It felt too good. A moan slips past your lips as Wanda bites into you. Her first taste of your blood was nothing short of divine. So sweet. So warm. The most delicious thing she had ever put her mouth on. The flavor of you was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through Wanda’s body. Every second that passed as she drank from you, Wanda began to feel her weakened body begin to mend itself. It was as if your blood had breathed life back into her. Wanda’s senses sharpened, and she felt a profound sense of rejuvenation. The pain in her shoulder began to fade away.

Wanda pulled away from your neck, running her tongue softly against the bite, before turning to look at you. The prettiest thing she ever laid her eyes on.

And Wanda couldn’t resist. She pressed her lips gently against yours and sighed against you. You gasp at the feeling as she places her hands over your waist, then down to your hips, pulling you closer against her. A soft moan falls from your mouth and into hers, and Wanda can’t help but groan. She swiped her tongue on your bottom lip, and naturally, you opened up for her, letting her in to explore the expanse of your mouth, the slight taste of iron on her tongue.

Your lips were parted slightly, and your eyelids felt heavy. But you started to feel weak and lightheaded. You found yourself leaning towards Wanda’s touch, unable to hold yourself up without tipping over, and the next thing you knew, she gently scooped you up and carried you to her bed with her mouth still pressed against yours. Kissing you became the next addicting thing for her. Wanda hovered over you as she laid you down on your back.

She pulled away from the kiss and smiled softly, “You’re so beautiful.”

Her lips traveled down to your neck once more, kissing your skin softly as she felt your arms wrap around her neck. This time, you feel it when she bites you again, unable to stop the moan that escapes your mouth. Wanda smiled as she continued to drink softly from you, her hand reaching up behind your dress to pull at the string that was holding your nightgown together as you arch your back and pressed your front against her. Your dress comes loose with a simple tug, and your cheeks flush, a deep shade of red donning your face as you feel Wanda’s hand cupping and groping your breast over the fabric.

After she pulls away, Wanda kisses your skin again, her lips traveling further south and her face coming up in between your plush breasts. She moans against you, your scent filling her nose in the most addicting way. She could smell you. How aroused you were. How wet you were. And tonight, despite all that you’ve given her, she was feeling a little greedy.

“I want you. I want to make you feel good,” she tells you, her voice all breathy against your skin. “I want to touch you.”

“Please,” you begged her, running your hands in her hair as she began to pull the dress off of you, agonizingly slowly.

When your body comes into full view, Wanda can’t help but stare. She mutters a curse under her breath before letting her fingertips run along your stomach, your nipples, your hips, and your thighs, and Wanda feels like she’s in heaven.

“Stop staring,” you say, pouting shyly as the vampire continues to ogle you.

She only smiles, fangs darting past her lips, “I can’t, angel. You look so pretty like this.”

Wanda leans down to litter your skin with wet kisses and small bruises. She eventually makes her way down to your legs, holding your plush thighs in her hands, and she kisses you, running her tongue over each part that she kisses. You allowed her to spread your knees apart, exposing your glistening sex to her shyly as she leans over, her kisses traveling closer and closer to your wet core.

“Spread your legs wider,” she said, unable to take her eyes off of you.

You do as she says, your hands now gripping your bedsheets slightly. Her fingers make their way in between your folds, softly touching your opening. She lets them move up and down, collecting your slick and spreading it all over, down in between and up to your clit, where she presses slightly harder against your bundle of nerves. She sees you when you bite your lip to stop a moan from falling past your lips. Wanda smiled at the sight. Her love bites are littered all over your skin; the bite on your neck looked more delicious than ever, and your pretty face looked up at her like she was the only one who could ever make you feel like this. Hell, it drives her crazy.

With a new sense of determination, Wanda finally slips her cold finger into you, your tight and warm walls wrapping around her digit. She sighs and leans forward to lay her head against your tummy, watching closely as she pushes her finger in, then pulling out with a squelch.

“You’re so wet for me,” she thinks aloud.

She groans, listening to the delicious sounds of your softest whimpers as she fingers you. Another finger slips inside of you, pulling them in and out of your pussy at a faster pace. Your breathing got heavy. You could feel your stomach getting tighter, but before you could come undone, Wanda pressed her thumb to your clit, working you up to your orgasm. Her fingers are long, and she can’t help but add another one into your tight, dripping sex. Her other hand holds your quivering thigh down as you tremble against her.

“W-Wanda, I’m—”

Your mouth falls open at the feeling of being filled up with her fingers. She’s much faster now, curling her fingers into your walls sloppily as she continues to press your clit, pushing you closer and closer to your high. And then, it comes. Wanda travels up and kisses you, swallowing your moans as you fall apart on her fingers, cumming all over her hand. Your back arched and your legs jerked closed as she pushed your legs back open.

Wanda carefully pulls her fingers out of you, but she doesn’t stop rubbing your clit, making you shiver against her. She rubs it in tight circles as her kisses travel back down to your neck, where she takes another greedy bite into your skin, welcoming the taste of your divine blood into her mouth once again. She groans when you pull her hair slightly, getting drunk off of your essence and the way your hands feel on her head.

When she pulls away, she kisses you again. And when she pulls away for a third time, she makes her way down your body, traveling through the valley of your breasts, over your stomach, and then her destination—back in between your legs. Her nose nuzzles against your clit, your scent filling her senses all over again.

“W-Wait, Wanda this is…”

You had never done this before. And now that Wanda was face to face with your glistening pussy, you got shy. Wanda only looks up at you and smiles, pressing gentle kisses along your inner thigh.

“I want you,” she reminds you, pulling you closer to her face. “I want to be the first one that makes you feel good. I want it to be me. Only me. Inside of you. I want to see how pretty you’ll look when I have my mouth on you.”

She says it so absentmindedly, her eyes not leaving the sight of your pussy as she spreads your lips apart with her thumbs. You couldn’t help but blush at her words, your face getting hotter each time you felt her breath on your pussy. You felt like time was ticking so slowly, with Wanda staring at you for what felt like hours. You grew tense with anticipation, waiting and waiting for her to do something. And when she finally does, your jaw drops, and a silent moan falls from your mouth. Wanda memorizes every little noise you make, the way you arch your back, or the twitch of your thigh.

She was in heaven. Your inner thighs glistened with arousal as she held you down against your bed, noting the way your hands made their way back to her red hair. Your body was a hot, trembling mess right underneath her as she devoured you, licking every space she could reach with her tongue.

When Wanda looks up and sees your mouth wide open in silent screams, arching your back off of the mattress, your soft hand tugging at her locks in a pitiful attempt to slow her down, she knows you’re close. She grew desperate. She keeps licking you, eager to get you closer and closer to your climax. You’re chanting her name as quietly as you can, eyes closed shut as the pleasure keeps building and building inside of you.

“Wanda, I-I’m about to—”

You whimpered, your legs closing around Wanda’s head. She hummed into your pussy and continued to eat you out right as you came into her mouth. She ran her tongue through your folds and over your clit softly, easing you through your orgasm with a satisfied moan. Wanda practically forced herself away from your sex, wishing for nothing but more time with you. She pulled back and sat on her legs to stare at the beauty right in front of her. She rubbed your soft thighs in soothing circles with her hands as she smiled down at you. You trembled slightly, still shaking from the orgasm she had given you.

You reached out to her, your weak arms lifting from the bed, wanting to be in her embrace again. She obliged happily, leaning down to hover over you once again. Wanda kissed you up your neck, to your jaw, and, lastly, to your lips, the taste of you still lingering on her tongue. She moaned against you and smiled into the kiss when she felt your hands slide from her neck to cup her face.

Then, you remembered.

You pushed her away softly, just so you could look at the blood stain on her shirt, where an arrow had struck her earlier tonight.

“I’m okay, now,” you heard her say.

Running a slow and gentle hand over her shoulder, you took a peek, pulling the fabric down a little bit to see her wound, but nothing was there.

“It’s gone,” you said in awe.

Wanda smiled softly at you as you continued to inspect her shoulder. You looked so beautiful. So unafraid of her. And it made her the happiest woman on Earth. She sighs and leans down to pepper a few kisses on your cheek, still surprised by her healing abilities. But you got distracted again, feeling her soft lips against your skin. The light of a candle on your night table danced across the room as she kissed you. Wanda was so gentle. Like she promised.

After a moment, Wanda turned to look out your bedroom window, where she had come in. Her senses immediately took notice of how quiet it was and how dark it was outside. The night embraced the world outside of your bedroom, blackness stretching as far as her eye could see. It was different from the warmth she felt in this sim room—a room with you, her love. It reminded her of the world and now, the secrets you both carried together.

Your voice pulled her out of your thoughts. “You have to go, don’t you?”

Wanda smiled, knowing you already knew the answer to your own question. “Your mother would throw a fit if they found me here.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at the thought, smiling sadly as you begin to play with the fabric of her shirt.

“I’ll come see you again, angel. I promise you.”

“Tomorrow?” You ask, looking up at her with hopeful eyes.

Wanda turned her attention back to you, and her heart skipped a beat. You were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Unable to stop herself, she leaned down and kissed you once more.

“Tomorrow,” she said firmly.

With one final, lingering kiss on your lips, Wanda whispered three little words. Then, with a graceful and silent movement, she made her way over to the window through which she had entered. Wanda disappeared into the night, leaving the room she made love to you in. You lay in bed, contentment washing over you as a soft smile played on your lips. She was different from the stories you’d hear about vampires. People called them monsters, and even though you only knew Wanda, she was miles and miles away from being one.

You missed her already.

But just as she promised, you saw her again the next day. This time, with more kisses and closer encounters.

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#bellaveux writes! #happy halloweeeeeeen #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #marvel x reader #vampire!wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen x reader #mcu x reader #avengers x reader #elizabeth olsen #fanfic #vampire #halloween #kinktober

[libraryofgage]

Steddie PJO AU Part One

One (1) person asked for this, and it was only after I told them I'd had an idea, so, like, fuck it we ball.

The parents of the various kids will be revealed as the series goes on, but I'll look forward to your guesses along the way!

Also, I haven't read the books in a hot fucking minute, but the trailer has had me in a chokehold. This is written more for fun than anything else, so just shut off your brain and enjoy the ride without thinking about accuracy. You'll love it, I promise!

As always, if you see any typos no you didn't ;)

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With a low, frustrated growl, Eddie tears a page out of his notebook, crumples it into a ball, and throws it on the floor of his tent. All he gets for his troubles is another page of lyrics underneath the first that fail to actually do what he wants. "Fucking shit prophecy," he mutters, tearing that page out, too.

It hits the ground right as Chrissy pokes her head into the tent. She watches it bounce once before settling on the ground. "How's the songwriting?" she jokes, letting the tent's flap fall shut behind her.

"Bad," Eddie says, dropping the notebook and standing. He glares at the paper balls and kicks one away. "Just as bad as the prophecy itself."

"Aww, it's not that bad," Chrissy says, walking a little closer and playfully punching Eddie's arm. Her smile is bright enough to make Eddie feel like he needs sunglasses, and that isn't even because Chrissy's father is Apollo. That's just all her. "At least your prophecy doesn't promise, you know, horrible death."

Eddie scoffs, turning to look at Chrissy as he gestures at his Def Leppard shirt and torn jeans and chunky rings and general metalhead vibe. "Do I look like someone who should be getting that prophecy?" he asks.

He doesn't wait for her to answer before scrunching his face and reciting in a high, mocking voice, "You shall witness an unfair fight between land and sky where feathers with great reluctance fly. And as the sun is shining bright, you shall be swaying in the moon's sweet light."

By the time he's done, he's clasped his hands and held them up to his face with an exaggerated doe-eyed expression. Eddie drops it the moment he finishes, his nose scrunching in disgust as he rolls his eyes. "I have a reputation to uphold, Chrissy."

She doesn't take his complaints seriously. Instead, Chrissy rolls her eyes and sits on the edge of Eddie's cot. "Sure, sure, you're too cool for anything good to happen to you. Still, you might be better off if you didn't try turning that prophecy into something angry."

Eddie huffs, kicks another paper ball, and drops to a crouch next to the cot. After a few seconds, he begrudgingly admits, "Yeah, maybe."

Chrissy sympathetically pats his head, her touch warm and light, and smiles at him. "In other news, we've got another retrieval request for you," she says.

"Oh, boy, work."

"C'mon, you enjoy them," Chrissy says, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a folded piece of paper. "A cyclops sighted some demigod kids running around with, well, she wasn't sure if he was also a demigod or not. But they won't be safe long when they're clustered together like that, so, go bring 'em back."

She passes Eddie the piece of paper and watches as he unfolds it and frowns at the two words written there: "Athens, Tennessee."

"Are you kidding me? That's so cliche," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but at least it's not California or something."

"Thank fuck for small miracles," Eddie mutters, folding up the paper again and shoving it into his pocket.

Looks like he's got packing to do.

The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and a cool wind is blowing across the park. Steve lets out a slow breath, his shoulders starting to relax as he leans against a tree and watches Will and Lucas lay out a few blankets, Mike and Dustin get into an argument about the scale proportions of the Parthenon, and Max, Erica, and El throw a frisbee between them.

It's been a long month, one that seemed to be filled with more running and near-death experiences than they're used to. And they're used to a lot of running and near-death experiences.

So, taking a day to just relax in the park sounded great when El suggested it, but Steve had still hesitated. Who knows what could find them if they linger in a park too long. When he voiced these concerns, the kids just banded together to convince Steve, and he relented when they compromised on him bringing the nail bat along.

"Steve, do you wanna lay down?" Lucas asks, gesturing to the blankets. Will is already there, stretched out and smiling up at a rainbow stretching across the sky.

Steve joins them, pulls a Bluetooth speaker out of one of the backpacks holding the blankets down, and connects his phone. Music starts playing, and he sprawls across a blanket, pillowing his head on his arms and taking in the sunshine. "You know, this is nice," he says.

"Yeah. We should do this more often," Will whispers, nearly drowned out by the grass rustling in the breeze.

Between the breeze and the music, Steve starts to drift off, his breathing evening out as his mind wanders. He's half asleep when he hears Dustin shout, "It's a fucking one-to-one asshole!"

His words are quickly followed by Mike shouting back, "Who gives a shit?!"

Steve sighs and adds his own voice to the mix. "Stop fighting!"

"Yeah, guys, stop fighting," Max says, and Steve can imagine her tongue sticking out at them as he hears Erica snort.

"Oh, fuck you," Dustin shoots back.

"That's it!" Steve announces, sitting up and glaring at the kids. "Get over here."

His voice leaves no room for argument, and he'd feel bad at how the kids deflate if he didn't already know they're all menaces. Once he's got all seven kids on the blankets, he sighs and says, "Look, guys, let's not fight. How about we all just sit here for a bit, enjoy the breeze, and then we'll go get lunch."

The kids glance at each other, a silent conversation that Steve barely follows passing between them before Mike nods. "Yeah, sure, I guess."

"Great, now, just re--"

"Oh, how cute!"

The sudden, saccharine voice sets Steve's entire body on edge. He slowly looks over his shoulder, staring at the middle-aged woman smiling down at them. Something about her is familiarly off, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt. So, Steve flashes a charming smile and asks, "Hi, can I help you with something?"

The woman's smile turns a little sharp, and she shakes her head. "Oh, no, I just had to commend you on your ability to round up these kids like that," she explains.

Steve hums and pushes himself up, keeping a hold on his bat so he can rest the end on the ground and lean on it. He feels more than sees the kids start to shift until they're behind him. "Well, thanks. Did you want advice or something on caring for your own kids?" he asks.

She laughs, short and grating on Steve's ears, and then tilts her head not unlike a bird. "No, no. It's just impressive that you've managed to keep them alive for so long," she says, her voice distorting and becoming shriller as she speaks.

Yep. There it is.

"Wow, that's even faster than usual," Lucas says.

He's right, which just makes Steve even more upset. Can he not get more than fifteen minutes of peace? Can he not just lay back and enjoy the sunshine without worrying about some monster coming after his kids? Can he not fucking relax for once?

Steve feels the frustration build and build in his chest, crackling through him until he's ready to burst, and he stands up straighter. "I'll give you one warning," he says, his voice low as he watches feathers sprout from the woman's skin. "You walk away right now, and I won't beat the shit out of you."

The woman, who seems to be mostly bird by now and is probably a harpy, just laughs again, like Steve's told her the funniest joke she's ever heard. "You? Defeat me?" she asks, her eyes roaming over Steve before she laughs again. "I am worse than your nightmares. I have eaten more demigods than you can count. I have feasted on their screams and crunched their bones between my teeth, and I look forward to doing the same with these children. What could a lone son of some lesser god possibly do to stop me?"

From behind him, Steve hears a few of the kids inhale sharply, an almost sympathetic sound. "Well, she's done it now," Erica says.

"Yes. Steve is going to kill her," El agrees, her voice soft and brushing against Steve's ears like a tiny snake.

And yeah, they're right. Maybe Steve would have just beaten her unconscious and then gotten the hell out of dodge, but now she's threatened his kids. She's lost any chance at mercy from him.

With a twirl of his bat and a vicious grin, Steve rolls his shoulders back and says, "Wanna find out, overgrown chicken?" he asks.

He doesn't even bother waiting for an answer before swinging his bat, the nails dragging across the harpy's chest and ripping a shriek from her. Now that Steve is thinking about it, violence is also a great way to relieve stress, and he's certainly not going to look a gift harpy in the mouth.

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If you'd like to be tagged in future parts, just let me know!

#steddie #percy jackson au #semi-divine steddie #that's the tag for this series btw #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #the party #stranger things #stranger things fic #my writing

[abravesoul03]

How would I imagine Tatter's cock would be and her behaviour during sex?

Team BEBE Tatter X Fem reader

SMUT-ISH!!!

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How would her cock look like?

-When she's soft she's around 2.5 cm.

-When she's hard she'll be around 12cm, she's a grower y'all. (definitely the president of the big dick club 😀)

-Her cock is slightly crooked to the left.

-Is shaven and always keeps it clean.

-Big balls, thight ball sack.

-Is thick.

-Her cum is thick and pale white in colour.

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Her Behaviour during sex

-Taeyong is switch leaning sub.

-She would mostly be your subby girl, but in times whenever she's stressed or worked up from choreo's dance practice she would want to take control to release some stress.

-Want to get her hard? Walk Infront of her wearing one of her team jerseys and her boxers, you'll immediately see her bulge forming.

-Has a week spot for your breasts.

-Loves seeing you wearing her boxers?

-Is the queen of cheesy nicknames in general for you.

-Her names for your intimate times will vary. (Baby, babe, y/n-ah, jagi, my sexy wife [will call you her wife even if you guys are just girlfriends])

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Sub Tatter

-Would be your pillow Princess.

-Will want you to suck her off everytime before begging you to ride her.

-Loves loves loves to be degraded and praised.

-Your breasts are her ultimate weakness. (just let her suck on them she would be really happy😶‍🌫️)

-Taeyong will beg you to ride her for hours.

-If you get tired will beg you to just cock warm her.

-When she's about to cum her whines get higher and higher.

-Her eyes will be thight shut as she snuggles her face into your chest whimpering.

-After care, she will carry to the bathroom laying you down and turning on the water then gets in with you from behind. Will kiss your shoulders and jawline thanking you for making her feel good.

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Dom Tatter

-Like I've said before Dom Tatter is a once in a blue moon event.

-Dom Taeyoung comes out when either you or her are stressed and in need of a stress relief.

-She would be straight forward that she wants to fuck.

- "y/n-ah I'm really stressed, can we fuck?" / "Jagi are you stressed? Come here let me fuck you."

-Her favourite position is missionary. She loves it cus then she could see your reaction when she fucks you and would also give her access to your lips.

-Will be rough but also checks on you from time to time.

- "Is this ok jagi? Should I slow down?" / "Does it hurt sugar pie?"

-She will want to tease you but is soon to give in to your pouts.

-when she feels like your nearing your end start to rub your clit while thrusting hard until you end up seeing stars.

-BUT that doesn't end here. She would always eat you out after fucking you. Claims it to be an 'extra relief'.

-After care, after getting cleaned up will carry you back to bed and dress you up her Oversized t-shirt and her boxers.

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-THE END-

#abravesoul.txt #tatter smut #swf2 #swf2 x reader #tatter x reader #bada smut #bada lee #bada lee fluff #abravesoul thoughts #swf2 imagine #swf2 x reader smut

[chronically-ghosted]

I always thought the scene from Deadpool was hot where he and Vanessa are having hot sex mixed with food on Thanksgiving.

Maybe that with Joel or Javier P?

Ahhh, anon. this has been stewing in my brain since you sent it. And I know you said thanksgiving, but the line in this happened in, like, a single scene after the thanksgiving one! please forgive my timing!

kiss me ‘till I’m warm

rating: T

Pairing: jaiver peña x f!reader

word count: 1.6K

summary: a very drunk javi has something he wants to share with you.

warnings/tags: mentions of alcohol, drunkenness, one stupid joke, the absurdity of someone drunk off their ass trying to flirt, light kissing on body parts, references to smut, but ultimately this is fluffy as hell

a/n: wishing all of you a great start to your week as december plods along! shout out to the incredible @saradika for the divider!

🤍Masterlist

Javier Peña is a giggly drunk. 

Not all the time, mind you, not always. Depends on the liquor, his mood, and what he’s had to eat that day – if anything at all. But given the right circumstances and the stars align, once in a blue moon, Javier blushes and giggles like a fourteen year old with a first crush. 

Now, that might come as a surprise to anyone who has seen him lurking around the hallways of the American Embassy, scowling and smelling of stale cigarettes. The women he used to visit would swear up and down that Javier Peña was not a giggly drunk, having seen him knock back a drink or two, or three, or five. Certainly, all the narcos he’d rounded up and captured would be rather offended to hear that about the man who sent them to prison. It would shock them all to hear that, in the end, it was eggnog. Eggnog, the creamy, thick holiday drink that in terms of calories and sugar blew every other frappuccino out of the water – it was eggnog that turned Javier’s world upside down. From frown-set smokestack, to someone who wanders into his girlfriend’s bedroom after her office party and nearly blows his knee out on the bed frame. 

“Javier, honey, are you okay?” You scramble towards where he tripped, expecting either blood or for him to be knocked on conscious. But instead, you just see fluff. White fluff. White fluff that proceeds red velvet, more fluff, and then thick dark hair. 

Javier stands up, grinning from ear to ear. He stretches his arms wide, his white undershirt thin on his chest. He arches further, revealing a dusting of hair below the hem of his shirt that disappears into the waistband of his jeans. Well, when his pants are buttoned.

“Tada!” he beams. You roll your eyes and he giggles, following you on his hands and knees as you crawl back to your spot by the pillows. You had come in here to get some lotion for your hands and despite your insistence that he does not leave the couch, he stumbled in after you.

“Pero, mi amor,” he pouts when he sits on his knees behind you, “te fuiste.”

“You poor thing,” you frown at him over your shoulder as you rub the lotion into your hands, then your knees. His eyes bob between your tits through your sleep shirt and your circular motions over your skin. You narrow your eyes at him when his mouth goes slack and his eyes dark. “Oh, absolutely not, Javier. You are drunk as a skunk and about two minutes away from passing out.”

He rolls his eyes and leans forward, wobbling slightly as he crawls towards you. “Please?”

“No.”

“¿Por favor?” 

“No!”

You frown, suspicious, when he chuckles as he loosely grabs you by the ankles, thumbs pressed in below the knot of bone. His shirt is loose enough you can see down the collar to his tanned chest. It’s not like the idea isn’t enticing, but you’d only seen him this drunk once before after the Christmas party at Steve and Connie’s two years ago. He made the same proposition back then and when he went to lie down on the floor to take his pants off, you looked over the bed to find him passed out, spread eagle and only his belt undone. 

“Bien, bien,” he waves his hand in the air, the cotton ball of his Santa hat falling over his eyes, “pero tengo un chiste para ti.”

Another sign that Javier had reached the point of no return: he spoke much more in Spanish and the words blurred together, as if sticking on top of each other. 

You eye him with faux annoyance when he uses your legs to pull himself in between your ankles. He kisses the tops of your knees, his palms warm beneath the weight of your calf muscles. Giddy and care-free until he wakes up with a pounding headache, drunk Javier is something you always cherished, because it is one of the few times he can be care-free. Relaxed. You are the only person he lets see him like this and you would protect that vulnerability with everything in your heart.

“Javier.” He hums, his teeth against your knee and dropping lower. His eyes are closed and his breathing’s changed. “I think you had something you wanted to tell me.”

He blinks, open mouth freezing on the bone of your calf. “Right. Yeah. Of course, mi vida.” 

That heady, blurred look of desire on his face melts away almost as fast as it came on. He presses the arch of his nose against your other knee, giggling, as he readjusts his feet under him. 

“Okay, okay,” he sniffs, sits up, and looks at you with bleary, water-y brown eyes. “Steve told it to me, so if you don’t think it’s funny, it’s his fault.” 

You nod and then he taps the inside of your thigh with two fingers.

“If your left leg is Thanksgiving y tu pierna derecha es Navidad,” he outright gropes your other thigh, his slur worsening, mouth full of damp, gummy cotton balls. “Can I visit you entre días festivos?

Javier Peña raises a single eyebrow at you, as if he had been the first one to discover pick up lines, perfected the art of flirting, and discovered he had the ritz to seduce any woman in the world all in one night. His hands tighten in the meat of your inner thighs as he pushes them apart, his chest pressing forward, down, into you. With surprising dexterity and stability, he crawls between your open legs, hands firm as they plant on either side of your head. He’s still wearing that infuriatingly smug grin, his hips rolling forward until you feel the scrape of the teeth of his jeans on your thigh.

“What do you say, baby?” his teeth edge the rim of your ear, “¿p-p-puedo –,”

He full-on snorts in your ear, suddenly overcome with giggles and you jerk away. “Javi!”

You pinch his waist and he flops over on to the other side of the bed, his face turning red as he howls with laughter. His Santa hat pushed up over his forehead, the back of his hair sticking up from where he’s nestled against the pillows, Javier clutches his sides as he rolls back and forth. 

You sit up, smiling, and watch the man you love enjoy himself for once. Sure, he could (and did, often) get lost in sex, but this is different. Your mother always said there was something healing about laughter, about feeling safe enough to close your eyes around another person, and Javier had spent far too long with his eyes wide open. 

Tears are streaming down his cheeks by the time you pluck the Santa hat off his head and kiss his forehead. Giggles trickling down, he curls onto his side, his bare feet seemingly so large on your covers. You stroke his cheek, your thumb brushing the corner of his mustache, and the last giggle fades to a hum. He closes his eyes, cheeks pink, his head turning ever so slightly towards your touch.

“Do you need some water, baby?”

“Mhm hmm.” 

Kissing him on his nose, you slide off the bed and go towards the kitchen. After filling up a glass from the filter, you turn off the lights, check the front door, and close the blinds. But when you come back to your bedroom, the golden light of your bedside lamp the only glow left in the entire apartment, you know instantly he’s already asleep. Javier lies still curled up on his side, his wide shoulders curled in, the white expanse of his t-shirt rising and falling with each breath. 

You didn’t know him very well the first time you slept together, but the night he stayed over, all the way until the morning light broke through your shutters, you knew it had been an extraordinary step for him. 

Now he sleeps in your bed, unguarded and unburdened, as much as he can. 

You put the glass of water on his side of the bed and gently ease him onto his back. His arm slithers over his torso as his shoulder collides with the mattress, his matted hair where the hat sat in a line stiff against his forehead. 

In his more morose moments, Javier announced he was getting old. His back hurt, his eyesight was shit, and he swears he spots more and more gray hairs in the mirror every day. 

But, when he’s like this, when he’s Javi not Javier, when he’s just yours and no one else’s, he is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. 

A hand pressed to his warm chest, you lean forward and kiss his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” you whisper against his skin. He stirs, but doesn’t open his eyes.

Sliding your earrings out of their posts and into the little dish beside your bed, you glance at him one more time before turning off the light. The room is dark, warm, and in the emptiness you can hear him breathing. 

The shape of him is more familiar to you than your own, able to trace his profile with nothing but memory, so without searching, as though reaching for a piece of yourself, you intertwine your hand with his. 

His fingers twitch and the sound of his breathing slows. 

In the absence of every other sense, you are overwhelmed by the weight of his palm in yours, the soothing rock of the rise and fall of his chest, your ears tuned to his every sigh, every noise –

In the absence of everything else, you listen to him inhale –

“Merry Christmas, baby.” 

– and exhale. 

#merry thanksgiving nonsense 2023 #javier peña #javier pena x reader #javier pena x you #javier pena fluff #javi peña #javier pena #javier pena fanfiction

[highttowers]

jamie tartt x rojas!reader where she’s dani’s twin or younger sister and is scared about tell him she’s dating jamie but ofc he’s just over the moon about it 🥹🥹🫶

felicidades!

pairing; jamie tartt x rojas!fem!reader (romantic), dani rojas x sister!reader (platonic/familial)

w/c; 1.08k

fandom; ted lasso (apple tv)

trigger/content warnings; my half-baked spanish, a little swearing, jamie being a clueless himbo, dani being a ray of sunshine,

stella speaks! this prompt is so adorable, i hope i’ve done it justice!! set somewhere after 2x03

Jamie feels bad.

He knows how close you are with your brother. He knows how much you hate keeping secrets from him. But he’s also grateful.

He’s only been back at Richmond for a couple months, and many of the boys are still wary around him. He doesn’t blame them, but they’re all so fiercely protective of you that his biggest worry what’ll happen to him, to your relationship when the cat is let out of the bag.

Your biggest worry is how Dani will take it. Dani isn’t the stereotypical ‘i’ll-kill-anyone-who-looks-at-her’ big brother, but he does take shielding you from the press very seriously. And dating Jamie Tartt? That’ll put you right in the spotlight.

The both of you are reaching the end of your rope, and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

So Jamie does the only thing he can think of. He talks to Ted.

He takes his time changing after training, carefully packing everything in his bag, a flimsy but effective way to stay after everyone has gone. He also keeps an eye on Roy, whom he’s paranoid knows Jamie is hiding something.

But the older player simply strolls past him, ignoring him as usual, and after Jamie strains his ears to make sure he’s gone, he bolts into Ted and Coach Beard’s office.

Ted looks up from his computer with a start, Beard’s attention suddenly also on Jamie. He feels the heat rise in his cheeks, but Ted simply smiles. “What can I do for you today, Jamie?”

Jamie takes a breath, and right before he speaks, he spots Nathan coming back in the locker room. He closes the door gently, turning back to the two men.

“I’m gonna be totally honest, I’ve been dating Y/n for two months now,” he starts, and Ted leans forward.

“But the thing is, nobody else except for Keeley knows. She really wants to tell Dani, and she’s not telling him because I asked her not to, but I can tell she really wants to, but what if the team beats me up? Like what if Dani is still mad at me for being such a twat and he gets the whole team to beat me up? Roy especially, he would like totally punch me in the balls and then Dani would make me break up with Y/n, but I don’t want to break up with her, but I also don’t want to get beat up, y’know?” Jamie rushes, his words tripping over each other.

Ted takes it in, leaning back in his chair and nodding. After a few moments of silence, he turns to Coach Beard.

“Coach?” He asks.

“Yeah, Coach?” Beard answers, eyes not leaving the chess game on his phone.

“Do me a favor, Coach.” Ted asks, starting to smile.

“Anything, Coach.”

Ted’s grin widens. “Call the Diamond Dogs together please Coach.”

Beard gives a nod. “You got it Coach.”

Jamie looks between them, not a clue as to what’s happening, when Nathan glides into the room, seating himself on the shelf next to Jamie. Jamie looks at Ted in confusion, but Ted just keeps smiling.

A minute later, Higgins also enters the room and gives Jamie a nod. Simultaneously, the four men start barking, and Jamie’s ready to leave when Ted speaks again.

“Fellas, turns out Beard was right. Jamie is dating mini-Rojas,” Ted says, and for the second time in five minutes, Jamie’s face heats up.

“Problem is,” Ted continues, “he’s not sure how well that’ll go over with the team, and frankly, neither am I. Ideas?”

Jamie raises his hand, and Ted points at him. “Yes, Mr. Tartt?”

“First off, the fuck is happening. Second, the fuck is happening?” Jamie asks, tucking his hands under his shirt.

Higgins grins. “We are the Diamond Dogs, and we are here to help! With your dilemma. Your Rojas Hassle, of you will.”

Jamie shook his head. “Whatever. Do I tell him or not?”

Nathan raises his hand. “Well, what I see the worst-case scenario being is the team ices you out for maybe another couple months. Do you think Y/n will side with you during that?”

Jamie twists his fingers under his shirt. “I mean, I hope so. I would be sad if she didn’t y’know cause— well she…” he trails off, his head filled with his favorite memories of the two of you.

“She inspires me to be a better person, and I think even if we had to break up cause Dani said so, I would still want to be better for her and then if I am better maybe Dani and the team’ll see that and they’ll let us date again?” Jamie looks up, glancing around the room.

Ted slaps his hand on the table. “Well lookee there, I think you’ve solved your own problem! And with limited help from us! I declare the Diamond Digs meeting over!”

Jamie begins to smile, a bit of the weight on his shoulders lifted. His smile faded when every other person in the room begins to bark, and with an eye roll, he leaves.

When he gets out, the cool breeze biting at his face, he sees you, waiting by your car. You’re chatting with your brother, who’s telling some sort of training story. His hands are flailing everywhere, and you’re giggling.

He takes a deep breath, then walks over. When he reaches you, he snakes an arm around your waist. You look up at him, the question in your eyes.

When he nods, that inquiry on your face is replaced with his favorite look: that shine of joy in your eyes, and you turn back to your brother.

Jamie takes a breath to explain, but before he can, Dani hugs him. “¡Felicidades! ¡Bienvenido a la familia, cuñado!”

Jamie looks to you for the translation, and smiles slightly when he notices your face buried in your hands. “Something you want to tell me, love?” He asks.

“He called you his brother-in-law,” you say, your voice heavy with embarrassment and muffled by your hands. Jamie’s grin widens.

“Should we plan the wedding then?” He asks. You groan loudly. Dani suddenly turns serious, and Jamie gulps. Has he overstepped?

“Por favor, do not make me wear those horrible dress shoes,” he says, his hands clasped together in front of him.

This causes you to laugh, and Jamie’a grin reappears.

The reaction Dani had was certainly not the reaction he forsaw, but it was definitely better than the one he expected.

#⚽️ — ted lasso #🌿 — diary entries #🪁 — requests #ted lasso x reader #jamie tartt x reader #ted lasso #dani rojas #coach beard #nathan shelley #roy kent #leslie higgins #100 #200

[cowgurrrl]

Hey sweet girl!! I hope you’re having a good day/night!! I saw your requests were open and I was wondering if you could do something with preoutbreak!joel and sick reader? Like a cold/allergies and it comes and goes 😭 allergy season is kicking my butt so badly and I need some Joel comfort. Thank you my love!! 💕✨💐💗

Hi nonnie!! I hope you’re feeling better and I’m so sorry for sitting on this for so long! Please enjoy <3 (gif by @azertyrobaz)

“Joel, it’s just a cold,” you say, practically wrestling to grab your jacket from him. He moves it out of your grasp, and you roll your eyes. “‘M fine. Really.”

You’d been battling a cold for the past few days. Nothing major— just some sniffles and headaches, but it was still enough to set Joel on edge. He’d spent almost every waking moment tending to your every need, even though you could take care of yourself. You knew it was his anxiety. You knew it was his way of showing love. You knew all these things and assured him you were fine, but when he refuses to let you go on patrol with him, you’re about ready to lock him in the house.

“You know you’re just about the most stubborn man I’ve ever met?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he hums as he hangs your jacket back on the hook and looks at you. You cross your arms over your chest and give him an annoyed look. He sighs and puts his hands on your biceps, pulling you out of your defensive stance. “Humor me, please? Just take an extra night to rest, and then I’ll feel better,” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours. “I’ll run you a nice bath and everythin’. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“Fine,” you give in. He smiles and holds to your hand when he walks upstairs to the bathroom. “But I’m not sitting out another shift.” You add as you lean against the sink and watch him turn on the bath water. He turns to look at you and smirks.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” He says. You watch Joel add the perfect amount of soap and eucalyptus oil to clear your sinuses into the bath water. He’s meticulous, and it’s almost comical to watch such a broody man take so much care for something so small. Once the tub is full and the bathroom smells heavenly, he stands in front of you and tugs at the hem of your shirt.

“Maria’s gonna kill you if you’re late for patrol.”

“Let her wait. My girl is sick,” he says, and you smile at him as you shake your head. Carefully, like you’re made of porcelain, he undresses you and kisses your skin in quiet reverence. His beard is a little too wild and scratches at you, but you don’t care enough to make him stop. Once all your clothes are piled on the floor, he takes your hands and helps you step into the welcoming, warm water. You sigh as your muscles relax and the sweet-smelling bubbles surround you. “Better?” He asks from his spot on the closed toilet lid, and you nod. He smiles and leans down to kiss you, but you put a hand between you.

“If I’m too sick to go on patrol, I’m probably too sick to kiss you,” you say. “Wouldn’t want to give you whatever I have.”

“Oh, now that’s a concern after I’ve been taking care of you all week?”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You tease. He kisses your palm and grabs your wrist to hold your hand again. He gets overly affectionate when you’re sick or hurt. Not that you’re complaining. Joel Miller is a creature of habit, and you’ve had more than enough time to understand those habits. He gently kisses your lips, tracing patterns on the back of your hand as he does. He pulls away sooner than you would’ve liked him to, but he takes the time to kiss your nose, your forehead, both your cheeks, and your hand before leaning back to look at you like you hung the moon.

“I’ll be home soon.” He says, almost reading your mind, and you nod.

“I know,” you say. A ball of anxiety creeps up your spine, and you squeeze his hand. “You come back to me in one piece, d’you hear me?”

“I hear ya.”

“Good,” you squeeze him again, and he leans down to kiss the top of your head. “I love you.”

“Even though I’m the most stubborn man you’ve ever met?” He teases, and you shove at his chest, making him laugh. “I love you, too.”

“You better go before Maria comes in here and kicks your ass to next week for being late.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

#joel tlou #joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller fluff #tlou fic #tlou fluff #joel miller requests

[tenderjock]

The rebels have just finished liberating a moon when the festival breaks out.

Imperial forces have been occupying this little rock since before the end of his war, so at least 20 standard, for the sole reason that it is the only inhabitable place where tyria, a rich, nontoxic purple dye, was mined. Cody, shaking violet mud off of his boots, privately thinks that the Coruscant is getting a bit uppity, if it thinks that colonizing an entire moon over some paint is worth the strain on their resources.

And the rebellion put quite a strain on it, these last seven days of siege. The color better come out of beskar, is all he's saying.

Kenobi did well. She's still learning - but strategy comes easy to her, as does battle. Cody's not surprised, given who her parents were. She takes well to war. It's a fact that she should never have had to learn.

The locals fed them, first during week of siege and now, again, ladling big pots of spiced grains and balls of fried dough. Kenobi comes skipping up to him, two bowls in her hands.

"Try this one, General," she orders. Cody, bucket tucked to his side, obeys.

It's a pastry of some sort, crunchy on the outside and soft in the center, soaked in a floral sugar syrup.

"Well?" Kenobi demands. Her dark eyes are big and intense. A lock of hair has come free of the two buns she has pinned over her ears; Cody tucks it back in place with a finger that's only a little sticky.

"Good," he says. She beams.

Music starts up, making them both look around. There's a big circle forming, the locals starting to dance rhythmically with their arms linked together. Kenobi passes her bowl over to Cody and joins in, waving for him to follow. He ignores the girl and eats another ball of dough off of her plate instead.

It only takes Kenobi one go round the circle before she's got the dance down. Other rebs are joining in as well, and someone passes around a bottle that Cody pretends not to see until it's right under his nose and he can take a swig.

Suddenly, the drumbeat stops. Cody jerks up out of the half-slouch he had allowed himself to slump into. The air was thick with breathless suspense, everyone frozen where they stood, arms in the air or legs crouched. A high, sinuous cry rose above the crowd and the music came back, double-time.

The paint throwing started then, too. He hadn't quite seen where it had started, but handfuls of purple dye are being flung, in the air, in people's faces, on their shirts, in laughing mouths. The orderly dance begins to break down, as locals and rebels alike scramble to grab handfuls of dirt for the impromptu celebration.

Cody takes one last swing of the bottle. He catches a glimpse of Kenobi's white vest being smeared mauve and her faux-outraged gasp. It was time to wade in and grab that girl before she got her silly self trampled. He tugs his bucket back on.

It was easier said than done. Everywhere he steps is a foot waiting to be squashed and everywhere he turns was an gleeful, amethyst face that was not Kenobi. He manages to get himself to the center of the crowd, jostled by bodies, searching for a dark head about half a foot lower than everyone else, and he can't find her.

He swallows hard. It's not the worst situation he's ever been in, but Cody doesn't like not having eyes on that girl. She can't even find him right now, all up in his beskar as he is, and it's just as he's thinking that that a solid, if tiny, weight crashes into the small of his back.

"General!" Leia yells. The ridiculous creature is smeared with purple mud from the roots of her hair to the toes of her desert boots. "There you are! Like a hole in the center of the galaxy!" She's drunk - not on liquor, although Cody suspects she's had more than a few sips, but on Force-energy. She gets this way sometimes, sensitive thing that she is.

"C'mon, Kenob'ika," he murmurs, barely audible over the noise of the crowd. He tugs one of her buns. "Let's get you sitting down."

The two of them stumble out of the mosh pit and settle off to the side. Cody just sits her down on the ground. She leans happily on his pauldron.

"It's gonna take you forever to clean the armor," she says, warm and a little sleepy. He grunts.

"You did good today," he says. Kenobi hums.

"It's nice when we don't have to kill anyone," she says. Her eyes are slipping shut. "I wish all the fights could be like that."

Cody doesn't say anything. He watches her, feeling something twist in his old, beat-up chest.

"General?" she asks, yawning a little. "Don't you wish all the fights could be like that?"

"Yeah, Kenobi," he says. The vocoder takes the roughness of his voice away and replaces it with the roughness of the vocoder. "Yeah, I do."

It's like that, his Kenobi sleeping on his shoulder, that Cody watches the festival swell and shrink and fade into the dawn sky.

#commander cody #leia organa #star wars #please stop howling au #may the force be with you #myfic #so this is like a. deleted scene in a fic i'm still writing where leia and luke are raised by obi-wan and eventually join the rebellion #technically this is from an au of that au but w/e w/e we're doing this #and this scene specifically is inspired by the holi i did with my friends just recently

[chronicbeans]

Dreamcore/Weirdcore Wally x Reader

What a nice dream.

TW: Derealization, Scopophobia, Brief mention of Depression/Anxiety and Therapy

You remember this place... it didn't quite look like this, but you can still recognize it. The unnaturally bright grass, the various flowers, the strange insects and the sky that looks all too... blurry? You don't know how to describe it. Everything has an unnatural haze over it, so it might just be that and not the sky's fault. And the music! The cheerful music! It plays in the background, quiet, but still noticable, like you are in a show or videogame. It sounds so childish and filled with wonder!

You stand up from your place on a bench, brushing a few purple leaves off your clothes. The air is somehow both chilly and warm, with each gust that blows by having a different temperature than the last. You hear a familiar, sweet voice call out to you.

"Oh, (Y/N)? Is that you? Oh, sweetie, let me have a look at you!" A small plush bird skips over to you, looking up at you. She has no feathers, instead having a patchwork variety of bright colors to make up for it. You smile, picking her up and holding her at eye level. "Hello, Poppy! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

She flutters her felt wings, chirping "It really has! You've grown so much since we last saw you! Oh, how long ago was that...? You were just a small child, back then. Now look at you! You're all grown up! That might explain a few things..." She mumbles the last sentence, her button eyes blinking a few times, before she shakes her head and brightens up, again. "There's been a few changes around here! I guess you can say we've all matured a little while you were away. How about we go see Frank? He should be with Sally, setting up a play."

With that, you place Poppy on your shoulder and begin walking to Sally's house. The stage is right next to her lovely little home, so they should be around that area. As you walk through the dreamy neighborhood, you notice the eyes watching you. On the flowers, on the bricks that make up the path, on the trees, and on the house in the center of the neighborhood... There's eyes everywhere. You don't remember that being the case all those years ago...

Poppy let's out a chirping noise, before saying "Wally says that those eyes are that of somebody watching over us, making sure we are happy." Poppy kicks her legs, continuing "I think they are very pretty. They make the neighborhood more lively!" As you approach the house, you hear the sounds of a lady yelling out orders and an exasperated man replying to every sentence with disdain.

The stage comes into view, you see Sally dressed in her starry, purple overalls and blue moon shirt. Her head is made up by a ball of white light, which glows brighter while speaking. Due to having no face to make expressions, she waves her hands wildly whenever she speaks. Frank is a man with a multicolored flower for his own head. An eye is at the center, alongside a single eyebrow above it. He has always dressed in a very formal manner, with a black vest over a white dress shirt.

You wave to them, noticing how Sally glows a bit brighter than before. She speaks, her voice holding a dramatic tone of happiness "It's (Y/N), our lovely dreamer! I'm sure you remember me, the star called Sally Starlet?" You nod, giggling at her demeanor. Frank huffs, his petals perking up "Where have you been all this time?"

You shrug, looking to the side "Working. Growing up. I missed you all." Sally twirls, waving her arms excitedly "How has growing up been going? Some changes around here haven't been... the best..." Her arms slow down as she begins to slump slightly. "I hope things have been going better for you. Frankly does, too." You look between Sally, Frank, and Poppy...

You haven't been doing the greatest outside of this dream. In fact, this dream has started to feel more real than reality. Your therapist has mentioned that it could be your depression and anxiety that has been causing that feeling... How could you explain that to them?

YOU DON'T.

DON'T TALK ABOUT IT.

THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW.

You smile, laughing heartily as you say "Oh, it's been alright! Not much has been going on, really... I love my job and being independent. It's not as relaxing as visiting you all, though. I'm happy to have this time to take a break." Frankly nods, his eye crinkling to indicate a smile. "That's always great to hear. Be sure not to overwork yourself, alright? I'd be very upset if I hear that you've overdone it and hurt yourself one day." "I've been taking breaks. Don't worry." "Do you have any friends outside of our little neighborhood-?" Frank gets cut off by a noise.

You hear some footsteps behind you, causing you to turn around and see Wally walking over to you. His hair is a bright blue, a wide smile spread across his dandelion colored face. The large, blue, yellow, and red sweater is draped over his shoulders, and his red neck scarf is tied around his neck. Paint stains cover the sweater, making the smiley face embroidered on look like it's been painting, too!

The sleeves almost hit the floor as he walks over, covering his hands as he holds an ice scream cone in each hand. He holds out a cone to you, an ice scream of your favorite flavor, as he says "Welcome Home. I got you a treat!" He licks his own ice scream, which is a soft-serve apple flavor, causing it to let out an odd screaming noise. That's just what ice screams do, after all. You take the one he gave you, doing the same.

You grin, chirping "Thank you, Wally! How did you know I came to visit?" Wally tilts his head, saying "I saw you from the window of Home, walking over to Sally's." He then grins wider, continuing "You have a lot of catching up to do with the others. Not much has been going on in my life... I'm going to go back to Home. I just wanted to say hi and give you a treat." "Why don't you hang out with us?" "I'LL BE FINE ON MY OWN."

You flinch at the odd tone shift in his voice. You swear, he also seemed to change from a split second, almost like his body flickered to a different appearance. A flash of purple and black, followed by his normal self. Before you can ask about it, he's made a beeline to Home, leaving you and the rest of the group in the dust. You stand there for a second, staring at where Wally was in shock.

Poppy pats your head, before hopping off of your shoulder. "Wally has been like that for a while. It is nothing against you. He's been... he's changed the most out of all of us." Frank continues where Poppy left off "Frankly, he's been talking crazy. He's been talking about how none of this is real! I think he's lost his mind from isolating himself." Sally chuckles, adding "He'd make a great damsel in distress! Locked up in the great tower called HOME. The catch being that he's locked himself away! No witch, no dragon, and no curse! Just himself and his HOME."

You back away from the three of them. This dream is no longer comforting... it's uncomfortable. You quickly excuse yourself, saying that you want to go take a walk in the woods, on your own. Really, you just want to get away from them. What caused their sudden change in behavior? Why did they suddenly say all those things about Wally? Are they true?

Sitting on the edge of the forest, with the whispers from the woods acting as white noise. You try to figure out what to do. Really, you feel like you should've woken up by now. Usually, when you get this uncomfortable in a dream, you wake up.

Why haven't you woken up?

#welcome home #welcome home arg #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home au #dreamcore au #dreamcore #weirdcore au #weirdcore

[hungerofhadarr]

Tagged by my friend @aphoticfairy for Wip Wednesday ( come . Play Pretend with me . It is still Wednesday . )

Since I am nervous to tag anyone for this, please feel free to take this post as your invitation to join in if you wish ! ( also tag me so I can see , pease … )

Fic wip for a fic I like to call “ Wyll and Giilvas are going to get married also Ulder is scheming and Giilvas and Ulder are going to enact psychic warfare on each other “ it’ s a great working title !

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The Ravengard estate. A rather proud, pompous building. Overlooking the sprawling gardens and the intricate stone archways. The hedge maze was a wonderful touch, maybe, when Ulder was younger and he would race through the hedges. Now, it was an all-consuming nightmare to keep trimmed. And it proves his internal compass has… lost its skills, so to say, he’s gotten lost many more times than he will admit.

The halls come alive at known intervals, for political parties. Or political meetings. Or for political holidays. Ulder has to pause and think hard about the last time a celebration occurred in these wall and it didn’t have some form of political weight. The resounding answer being never.

But. Nevermind that. It was still a few months off before anything should be happening. The next larger, world devorning event was the Feast of the Moon, and the many little events that it managed to spawn that Ulder was left trying to herd like righteous tressyms. Which is to say, poorly, with many colourful words, and he ends up tripping over his own feet.

He had just managed to survive the screaming, meowing, forever pissed off hoard of metaphorical tressyms for Highharvestide, and was rather content to spend a few days in bed. Dead to the world. Or in his study. Dead to the world. Or in the gardens. Once again. Dead to the world.

So he was rather concerned when he awoke to a frantic set of knocks on his study door. Reading spectacles clattered on oak floor, book that was laid politely on his lap joining them, Ulder jolted to attention when one of the maids creaked the door ajar. Blue eyes peering inward like a child, checking to see if her parents are sleeping.

“Sire? We have word of visitors. I think they’ll wish to see you, when you’re available, of course.”

She doesn’t push the door open any further, but she does not close it either. Just offers a bow of the head, and her quick footsteps mark her rapid descent down the hall.

Ulder manages to blink a few times, vision taking pity and unblurring after the third try. If he can see, then he can hear. And if he can hear, he can retroactively acknowledge what the maid-girl just said. And if he can acknowledge what was just said…

By the Gods. Give him mercy.

Highharvestide had just concluded. No one was supposed to be coming around. Unless… no. No, the ball was perfect. There would be no way any self-respecting noble would send a pageboy to deliver a message of displeasure. Not so soon, anyhow.

But maids and watchguards do not go into a state of panic over a pageboy, so who could it…?

Putting the window to use, finally pushing the lovingly embroidered curtains to the side- ah, good afternoon to you as well, shower of dust- and he tries to focus his eyes to the horizon.

There is… something! There is something coming up the front path.

He needs his glasses. Damnable things.

By the time he manages to save them from their temporary spot on the cold floor, hips be damned he can manage that bend, the something is further up the path.

Ulder gives the lenses the old one-two swipe with the cloth of his shirt to get rid of anything unneeded smudges, and finally places them back on the bridge of his nose.

Oh. By the Gods.

It’s Wyll. His boy, Wyll Ravengard. Coming up the path with singed armour and a travel pack slinging over his shoulder. He’s grinning, the lingering autumn warmth slowing his pace as he approaches. He looks well. Very much so, since the last chance Ulder had to see him. Would have brought a tear to his eye. If there wasn’t a concern pushing at the base of his skull- joyous! A migraine is already coming on.

Wyll wasn’t the concern. Wyll wasn’t the reason Ulder was feeling the need to call upon the Triad.

The hulking other, a step behind his son? That was the reason.

The Golden Rose. Giilvas Quickfoot. His boy’s betrothed. Ulder’s nightmare.

Ulder wanted to scrunch his face. In fact, he does allow his nose to wrinkle and his lips to go tight. But if he can see them, they can see him. And, since the Fates have made the decision that Ulder is their current focus of tortures, Wyll’s betrothed is scarily perceptive.

So, if he was to snarl from his study, far above them, Giilvas would see it. And made sure Ulder knew.

Instead, with an air of calm and I don’t care that you’re coming up my walk and will be inside my estate, Ulder yanks the dusty old curtains back in place. Then, he allows himself to scowl at the old embroidery that dances across the fabric. He swears he can see those mismatched eyes of the Rose staring back at him in the tapestry. And he swears they’re laughing at him.

With a dizzying clarity that he, Duke Ulder Ravengard, is about to pick a fight with his curtains, he pulls away. There’s a warm rush of embarrassment across his neck. He’s acting like a child. Get it together, he scolds himself.

It is a blessing that his boy and his… boy-in-law? Were coming for a visit. They’ll probably spend the night out at the tavern, and they’ll spend only an hour or two here.

Ulder smooths out the wrinkles in his shirt, and affirms his thoughts. He would not demand Wyll stay the night here. And besides, this was just a visit. It wasn’t like the two of them were coming to the estate with world-changing news. The two of them were travellers- one of which had Ulder’s respect, but that was besides the point- they’d probably be seen leaving Baldur’s Gate by the dawn of the ‘morrow.

Now, time to take his place in the foyer, and wait for his welcomed guests to step inside.

——

“Father, we plan to be wedded!”

Ulder Ravengard was going to smash something. Over his head? Over the head of the smug man clinging to his son? Both of them?

Yes. Both of them, he decides. But, since the Fates chose that their newest decree would make it so no butler bearing two heavy bottles of wine came through the foyer at that instant, Ulder chose the high road.

He smiles, he knows it isn’t quite reaching his eyes but what can he do, and he nods like a village fool at the excitement in Wyll’s voice. There was something soft in his chest, seeing his son so… happy. He truly desires this, he wants the wedding. And he wants his father to know. It was sweet and Ulder wondered why he was so bitter a moment ago.

“Of course, this means I am here to ask for your permission, Mr. Ravengard.”

Suddenly, and without warning, Ulder Ravengard was bitter again. Wonder who caused that.

Giilvas kept a large hand almost permanently interlocked with Wyll’s, and Ulder has half a mind to tell him that Wyll isn’t going to run away on him. But the other half?

Oh.

Oh. It was planning. Spinning a web, even. Laying a dastardly trap. And the Rose would walk right into it.

“Of course. It would be wrong of me to deny you both from each other. But… May I make a request?” Ulder notes how Giilvas nods rather enthusiastically. And how Wyll nods, but slower. Brow furrowing just enough to faintly recrease his forehead. By the Helm, was he already onto him? Ulder didn’t think he was that predictable.

Well, he cannot back down now. He was the Duke, dammit. Dukes do not tuck tail and run.

“I would like to aid in the wedding. You’ll,” and Ulder locks his eyes with Wyll, making sure the fact that the you in this case is singular well known, “ have full access to our coffers for planning. We can even host the ceremony here. The garden can be kept alive by magic, you see-“

“You make it sound like we’ll be wed in the winter.” Giilvas cuts in, and Wyll eyes his father knowingly. Too knowingly. Ulder, suddenly, finds the wall behind Wyll far easier to lock eyes with.

“I was getting to that. You see, to make sure this wedding is perfect, you’ll both have to stay here. Allows us all to plan and have everything ready. It will be perfect, between Uktar thirtieth and Nightal first.”

Wyll sucks in a gasp.

“But that’s the Feast of the Moon-“

Giilvas’ eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, things slotting into place with Wyll’s words.

“You plan to wed us on the night for the Ball of the Moon.”

Clever boy.

“I think it would be grand. Wouldn’t it?” It also gives him the time to try and scare away the rapscallion that is trying to take his boy from him.

But, in a twist that Ulder feels more shock at the fact he did not see this coming, rather than the twist itself, Giilvas smiles at him. Not really a smile, top lip pulled too far back and it seems to refuse to reach his eyes, but he made the face all the same. It is the thought that counts.

“It’s a deal, gracious Duke Ravengard.”

Oh, the boy wishes to play the game with him? So be it.

Wyll eyes the both of them as they seal the deal with a shake. He is aware, the third party always is, but that only means Ulder will have to choose subtly. Espionage can win a war. It wasn’t like Giilvas knew how to navigate a noble home or the ecosystem of one. He has home advantage- literally.

He holds his potentially probably not son-in-law’s gaze for a few moments that last a century, seeing if he’ll shy away from the eye contact. When those mismatched eyes start to look like they’re laughing at him, Ulder releases the hand and turns to call for someone else.

“I’ll make sure a bed is prepared for you, my good man. And Wyll? Your room is the same as when you left. Make yourself comfortable once more, my son.”

He makes a mental note to tell the maid to make up Giilvas’ room on the opposite wing of the estate. Good luck avoiding squeaky floors in the night, foolboy.

For now, he guides the boys to deposit their belongings and encourages them to shed the heavier layers of armour. Might as well let them have as much comfort as they can now.

Hell stained metal and fabric collect alongside their travel bags, and Ulder holds his tongue. He will ask his son about it all later. The battles. The terrors. The cruelty. Now was not the time for any of it. Especially not when his son was still buzzing with the energy of announcing the plan for marriage.

“Father, are the gardens in good shape right now?”

Ulder knew was Wyll was asking for, and he reminded himself of the eye bags under Giilvas’ eyes. They both must be exhausted. And it would be cruel and unusual to try and being the warfare when one party was in poor condition. Ulder was nothing, if not a merciful man.

“Oh, go ahead Wyll. Everything will be taken care of in here.”

That damn warmth spread in his chest, seeing Wyll relock his hand with Giilvas’ own. He gives a tug, pulling the larger man along, and Ulder cannot help but sigh wistfully when Wyll mentions the maze to Giilvas. They’re going to get lost in there. Ulder knows it to be true.

But, with them both gone and busy, Ulder can plan with no risk of ever-watchful eyes catching him.

How does one drive away a man like Giilvas Quickfoot. It was time to delve into the worlds of speculation and trial and error.

He won’t be empty handed.

#bg3 #bg3 tav #giilvas #wyll #wyll ravengard #ulder ravengard #willow trees #wyll/tav #wip wednesday #wip whenever #bg3 fic

[1julak1]

Hello! Please forgive me.

If you are still doing matchups, is it alright if I get a (normal, animatronic) romantic Fnaf Security Breach one? I understand if this is closed and you may ignore this message if so.

My pronouns are she/her, I'm an introvert and if you consider astrology, I am an Aquarius Sun, Cancer Moon and Leo Rising. I am straight and prefer guys but if that doesn't count than you can ignore. I don't really like revealing much about myself so you can say that I'm shy and mysterious. My hobbies include dancing (especially ballet and sometimes kpop). My talent is fitting into kids clothes because of slender my body is. My expression tends to look very distant and sad. I cannot emphasize enough how much I want to look like a Ball Jointed Doll, so I try to get as many sweet lolita dresses as possible. I love tea and coffee, I also like wearing (and buying) anything pink. I don't like heavy or gourmet meals (or food in general). If I were to be an animatronic, I'd be a cat.

If this wasn't enough information, please let me know 😭

(Ahh, as this is my first fnaf match, i hope you'll enjoyy, and i did everything right!!)

Your match is Sundrop!

The first time you and Sun met, he thought you were actually a kid-! Being the responsible daycare attendant he is, he picked you up and immediately brought you back to the daycare!

Only when you've started speaking, with the tiny voice of yours, he understood how mistaken he was! Nonetheless, with the bubbly personality he has, he managed to open your introverted self up a little, and you two had quite a good time in the daycare.

Except if you went around throwing things! Or tried to turn the lights off...

You were quite the duo - you were fairly quiet most of the time, acting as if you weren't even there, letting Sun do all the talking. And oh he loved it! He was a little protective over you still, because even knowing your age you looked so frail to him!

When you got a bit more acquainted, he immediately noticed how much you seemed to get in the tunes of music. And then he found out why - because you were keen on dancing! He was overjoyed! He immediately got into it and encouraged you to dance with him. You were both having fun, blasting the music loudly and just dancing like two sillies.

The other thing you two liked to do was play dressing up! He'd either look trough your clothes and try to make outfits out of them - he's trying his best! - or he'd get you some of those Freddy Merch shirts and let you try them on! There's nothing better for him than seeing you having fun.

He's a little worried about the fact that you don't seem to eat a lot. He cares for you very much, and sometimes may try to persuade you to eat. Some yum pizza, or other treats from the Pizzaplex?? He'll bring those right up!

And because he cares so much.. he's a bit worried he might hurt you, accidentally of course. He knows you may be in danger when Moon takes over, so he took his time to thoroughly explain to you why you should be careful with the lights, and what to do if he switches to his evil side. Your safety is a must for him! But still, he does his best not to turn the mood off to much, and keep you entertained!

Overall, Sundrop is a very sweet partner! He'll light up your day, make you fall in love with him - and babysit you, if you'll need!

(I hope it's up to your expectations!! 💗)

#fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf matchup #sundrop #daycare attendant sun #fnaf security breach matchup

[thesquirrelqueer]

BMC Archival Footage Notes

This is gonna be a long post so I’m gonna put it under the cut, like it says these are notes from me watching the Be More Chill Broadway archival footage at the New York Public Library, it’s mostly small things I noticed that I hadn’t before or things specific to this performance of the show or just random thoughts I had while watching it 

Basics

The footage is from August 8, 2019

I watched it on a CRT tv

There were multiple camera angles

It was high quality

There were credits in the beginning

Jason Tam was not listed with the main cast in the credits he was listed after the swings for some reason? There were no swings on so idk why it was like that

Act 1

I thought it had been cut but “girls! boys!” still exists

Mr. Reyes is in the theatre when Jeremy walks in before ILPR

Rich chases Jenna and tries to pull her hair when they enter after ILPR

Mr. Reyes: We are going to take a 5 minute break so that I can eat a hot pocket!      Jake, pointing: sick!

Jake to Rich as he leaves rehearsal: Yeah, see ya dude (it’s very quiet dialogue that I’d just never noticed)

Christine leans on the podium to try to look cool while she’s talking to Jake

Jake gives Christine a peace sign when he walks out at the end of that scene

Rich: he was so lonely SHHHHH the poor guy

Rich gets in Jeremy’s personal space and whispers in his ear on “speaks to you directly” and Jeremy does not like it

Michael is reading a magazine when the bed slides in for TPG

MITB plays under some of the dialogue in TPG

Scary Stockboy makes a lot of weird ass noises 

The SQUIP shoebox has a tiny bit of fog coming out of it

The SQUIP pill itself actually glows 

Jeremy kept drinking his Mountain Dew after Michael left as if he was hoping the SQUIP would activate if he drank more

Jake hides behind Christine when Jeremy’s SQUIP is activating 

The SQUIP voice was different than I’d ever heard it? It was weirdly deeper than usual and it threw me off

SQUIP: everything about you is so ✨tewwabowle✨

Jeremy has like a panic attack after the SQUIP says “everything about you makes me wanna die” (”oh god oh no oh no oh god”)

“this” when the SQUIP sang “she had a shirt just like this” was a lower than normal note

There’s a moon and sunrise projection in the background when Jeremy goes to sleep

Jake and Rich have a similar handshake to Michael and Jeremy

Jeremy does finger guns to Brooke on their “let’s sync up” 

Chloe kicked Christine’s backpack too far and it went off stage (not into the audience but the backstage area)

Jenna was very obviously filming Rich doing something weird with his belly button when the curtain opened 

Jeremy yeeted his script off stage when the SQUIP started controlling him for his Puck monologue 

Jenna got out her phone before Jeremy started his monologue because she was gonna film him failing and then he didn’t fail

Jenna fans Jeremy with her script after his monologue 

Me watching Christine give birth to the bowling ball: this woman is an Oscar nominee 

the SQUIP inspects the bowling ball baby when Jeremy is holding it

Jeremy sniffs his armpits when the SQUIP tells him “I’ve been activating your pheromones”

Christine had one had in her sweater sleeve during most of GTIKBI

They didn't show Jenna on the bleachers

Jake does a lot of small riffs during Upgrade

Usually spoken parts were sung very softly during LGW

After “optic nerve blocking on” Michael can been seen for a brief moment in the screens around the stage

Act 2

They play the SQUIP tango at the end of intermission

Mini dance battle dialogue I could make out Rich: Come on Jake!      Brooke: What?!

Jake: The keg’s right over there! Yo Chloe!

Chloe wipes her tears with her skirt during DYWH

Jake tells Brooke to hold him back when they find Chloe and Jeremy

Jenna bounces her leg when telling Michael to hurry up

Brooke walks by in the the background at the beginning of the GTIKBI (reprise) scene, sees Jeremy, then storms off

Whose bra is on the lamp in this scene???

Jeremy just screamed for his “say what's on your mind”

Christine looked happy and excited when Jeremy asked her out, like she was gonna say yes but then decided it wasn’t the right time

When the SQUIP comes back, a piece of the curtain got statically stuck to his costume

Jenna happy stims when Chloe says “Spit it out! Spit it out!”

Cheerleading choreography 

Mr. Heere: do you love him? *record scratch sound*

Chloe to Jake: you had it coming!       Jake, sadly: okay :(

Chloe doesn’t even say “come on” when she calls Brooke, she just slaps her leg and gesture for Brooke to go with her

The prop beaker flew too far and ended up backstage, Jeremy had to actually go off stage to retrieve it

there are 3 audible snaps after the line “when you improve the lives of all your peers”

Jenna looked so sad when she said “I would do anything to feel like I belong”

Scrolling text of green code on the screens around the stage near the end of TPC

“everything about you is going to be wonderful” instrumental plays under Jeremy trying to convince Christine to take a SQUIP

Mr. Reyes: I suppose you’ll be wanting your costume back *starts to cry as he runs off stage*

The SQUIP being lowered onto the stage during The Play seemed oddly fast

Michael mimics Jeremy’s weird position when he says “it’s a gesture, gesture matter!”

Michael does a little dance on “I just know it’s never gonna happen”

Jake just wanders around in the background holding the empty bottle of Mountain Dew Red

Christine: You’re the guy I am so kinda into      Jeremy: I am?

LGW plays as Jeremy breaks free from the SQUIP and gives Christine the Mountain Dew Red 

Michael’s jaw drops when he hears Rich say “totally bi now”

Rich does the 👉👌 hand gesture after “tell her that she excites you sexually”

Jake dabs and Jeremy dabs back at him

#be more chill #bmc #broadway #archival footage #nypl #Jeremy heere #Michael mell #squip #christine canigula #jenna rolan #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jake dillinger #rich goranski #mr heere #mr reyes #musicals #notes #l

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : Burning Desire S2 (Part 1/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Moon Aeri)

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Mingi was now standing in front of the sink in his bathroom, his shirt removed as he used one of his hands to press the antiseptic leaves against the small cuts that littered his skin. His eyes were unfocused, however, blankly staring into the mirror. He had never done this before, he'd never loved anyone before. Let alone someone who probably couldn't get herself to love anyone.

Mingi looked up as the door to the bathroom opened, revealing aeri who stared at his cuts before saying

Aeri : is this what you meant by you weren't hurt?

Mingi : it's just small cuts.

Aeri sighed as she walked towards mingi, taking the antiseptic leaves from his hands before pressing it against the cuts. Aeri had seen well built bodies before, san had had a good body. But mingi seemed to be built like a Greek god, and every time her hands pressed against a muscle in his body, aeri felt her heart beat faster.

What the hell was this? She'd done this with san before and it meant nothing, her heart felt nothing. Right now she was doing nothing but touch mingi's skin and she already felt like this.

Mingi : are you going to let me use the army or no?

Aeri : for han?

Mingi : yes.

Aeri : how does han know him, how did he get san to be on his side?

Mingi : they're step siblings.

Aeri : what? Then why did han come with you? Why didn't he stay in his own kingdom?

Mingi : because san threw him away from court, he saw han as a threat.

Aeri : and now? What's changed?

Mingi : the fact that han has leverage over me. He knows things about me that no one else does, he can use that against me and if he wins, san would get the nation. They'll probably divide.

Aeri sighed, keeping the leaves away as she started bandaging the wounds slowly. Mingi felt his muscles tense at every spot that aeri let her fingers graze through, his heart jumping.

Aeri : are you going to go into direct combat?

Mingi : if that is required, then yes.

Aeri : you can't deplete the entire army for that one man, you know that right?

Mingi : I only need a hundred men, your majesty.

Aeri : that's it?

Mingi smiled, looking at aeri as he asked

Mingi : did you not read about me, your majesty? Do you think I rose up from the position of palace cleaner to it's king using 100 men? Beating them is not about man power, it's about using the right tactics. I know han, I can predict his moves pretty well.

Aeri : I don't think you could kill him.

Mingi looked at aeri as she stepped back from bandaging his wounds, keeping the rest away as she said

Aeri : in the moment, when you raise your sword against him for the final blow, the love you had for him is going to come back. You're going to think of all that he did for you, and all that you've done together. And you're going to pause, and that pause, will be han's greatest advantage. Last time it was shock, this time it will be something else.

Mingi : last time I was not working on anyone's command, this time I am.

Aeri : what, my command?

Mingi : no, mine. The command I have given myself to kill whoever or whatever that stands in your way.

Aeri : you had that last time as well, mingi.

Mingi : last time it was out of duty. This time, it will be out of love.

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Aeri sat against her garden chair as she had a sip of her coffee, watching mingi walk the new puppy a few distance away from her. It had been recess time after a long day discussing political matters with the ministers, at least it was for mingi. Aeri had kept herself busy doing more snooping into mingi's life, especially after last night.

Aeri had seen the amount of dead men on the floor when she'd reached, and mingi had only minimal scars. How did a palace cleaner learn so much fighting? Who was his teacher?

Aeri kept her tea aside as she walked towards where mingi was throwing a ball away, the puppy running to catch it.

Aeri : are you busy?

Mingi turned around as the dog ran up to them, looking up at mingi with a wagging tail as mingi smiled and lifted the dog up in his arm before scratching it's ears as he said

Mingi : what is it?

Aeri : who taught you to fight?

Mingi : will you answer one of my questions if I answer yours?

Aeri : yes.

Mingi : my mother did, at least for a little while she did. She was the daughter of a knight, that was until he was killed and she was thrown to the streets, of course.

Aeri hadn't expected that, his mother had been that good? She'd even taught him fighting, no wonder he loved his mother so much.

Mingi : now answer my question, what do you know about san?

Aeri rolled her eyes as she said

Aeri : really? His upper body-

Mingi : something that doesn't involve…whatever you were going to say.

Aeri scoffed as she said

Aeri : you'd want to hear this, mingi. His upper right arm is weak, it cannot aim properly and hence it can be used against him at some point. Moreover, he has a child, a daughter, who is hidden from the world.

Mingi frowned as he asked

Mingi : why is a princess hidden?

Aeri : because she is not a princess, she is a bastard. Her mother was a kitchen maid, and when san's father found out that he'd impregnated a lowly kitchen servant he had her killed. Not before she birthed the child, though, but san's father did not know that. And so san kept it a secret, and he continues to until the right time. Exploit her, and you can have him.

Mingi felt a sudden burn in his stomach.

Mingi : you were this close to him, then?

Aeri : this is the only thing I know about his life, mingi. He said this to me accidentally when he was fucking me drunk, crying and all that nonsense. I didn't pay much attention but I suppose it's come to use now.

Mingi stared at aeri as she looked at the dog that was almost asleep in mingi's arms, a contented look on his face. If only aeri could ever have that.

Mingi : have you never loved anyone in your life? Not even your own parents?

Aeri : my parents? The same ones that let their daughter get raped and exploited when she was only a teenager? The same parents who sold her off to some old king for a few dollars? The same parents who did nothing for me?

Mingi : your majesty-

Aeri : no one has ever shown so much as an ounce of kindness for me to love them, mingi.

Except him, but aeri wasn't going to say that. Because that would mean she loved mingi, and there was no way she ever could.

Mingi : but even through all of that, have you…never thought that maybe at some point they did love you-

Aeri : I am not you, I cannot see through people's faults like that. They do something once, they get tainted forever.

Mingi : you do not believe you are capable of love, then?

Aeri : no.

Mingi looked at aeri as he chuckled, looking back at the puppy who was now asleep in his arms as he whispered

Mingi : no human is ever not capable of loving someone. We all have a heart, and so do you.

Aeri : don't talk bullshit.

Mingi : it sounded bullshit to me once too, until I stepped out of the palace and my life to see the outside world. How people co-existed with each other, how they learned to love despite the harshest realities, because we are never taught to love, your majesty. We are only ever taught to hate, love comes natural to us.

Aeri stared at mingi, shocked at his words. She did not think he was someone to say things like this.

Mingi : I know you are capable of love, in fact I am sure of it. And one day you will know that I am right, and when that day arrives, come to me. I will wait.

Aeri : and if that day never comes?

Mingi looked at aeri, a small smile on his face as he said

Mingi : then I will wait until my death, and after it.

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Aeri looked up as the door to their chambers opened, revealing mingi with a hand held behind his back. Aeri looked back at the mirror as she continued brushing her wet hair that she had just washed, saying to mingi

Aeri : is this the day you're going to kill me?

Mingi stood behind her as he slowly brought his hand around her neck, wrapping a necklace around her bare neck. Aeri stared at the necklace through the mirror in awe, hundreds of huge clear cut sapphire stones decorating her neck as it glowed against the candlelight beautifully.

Aeri had seen many beautiful necklaces in her life but this, this easily outshone them all within a single glance.

Aeri : it's…heavy.

Mingi smiled as he leaned to clasp the necklace behind aeri's neck, his hot breath hitting her skin as aeri clenched her hand against her nightgown fabric.

Mingi : the price for it is heavy too, your majesty.

Aeri : where did you get it from?

Mingi clasped the necklace shut behind aeri's neck as he said

Mingi : India.

Aeri stared at mingi through the mirror as he placed both his hands on her shoulders, staring back at her through the mirror with the same intensity before whispering

Mingi : I thought it'd bring out the color of your eyes.

Aeri sighed as she held the necklace around her neck before saying

Aeri : I don't have anything to give you right now.

Mingi : I didn't give this to you expecting something in return, your majesty.

Aeri frowned, looking at mingi as she asked

Aeri : why would you do that?

Mingi realized aeri would probably have no idea about the art of gifting things to people you love, for her gifts were only something given in order to receive something in return. A polite way of demanding something.

Mingi : it's what men do when they're in love, shower their ladies with all the riches they can.

Aeri : no man I've known has done that.

Mingi chuckled, kissing the top of aeri's head as he said

Mingi : well this one does.

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4 days later :

Mingi : we have to attack as soon as possible, or their army is only going to increase in number.

Minister : but, sire, with just 100 men are you sure you can beat them?

Mingi : we don't have to beat an entire army, minister, we only have to beat two men, han, and san.

Minister : are you saying we should kill them both?

Mingi : not both, killing san, someone else will take care of. Kang han, I will kill him myself.

Minister : if you don't mind me asking, uh who is going to kill choi san then, your majesty?

Mingi : the empress will.

The minister looked visibly shocked.

Minister : what? Your majesty, that is not going to work. She is only a woman, and san is a soldier. He-

Mingi : a woman can be a soldier too, minister. San has a weakness for women, as we all do, and her majesty will be able to exploit it and kill him within minutes. She will require no soldiers.

Minister : do you trust her to do that job, your majesty?

Mingi : she is my wife, minister, I trust her with everything that I have. And I am sure she will do this much better than we ever could.

Minister : then I will trust your judgement, your majesty. May her majesty be able to save us all.

Mingi looked up as the door to the throne room opened, revealing aeri who looked at mingi and then at the minister who quickly bowed at her. Aeri nodded and said to mingi

Aeri : you called for me?

Mingi : yes, come to me.

Aeri walked to where mingi was sitting on his throne as the minister asked mingi quietly

Minister : does she know of this, your majesty?

Mingi : she will soon. You may leave us, minister.

The minister gave mingi one last bow before walking away, aeri watching the minister step out and close the doors behind him as she climbed up the stairs to mingi's throne before asking

Aeri : have you killed someone?

Mingi : no, but I need you to.

Aeri frowned in confusion as mingi said

Mingi : choi san, you're going to end his life yourself.

Aeri scoffed, mingi must be kidding her.

Aeri : are you stupid? You want someone like me, to kill someone like him? Mingi-

Mingi : only you can kill him someone like him, your majesty. I know san from what han has told me, and even though he may weak in his right arm, he is twice as strong in his left one. He has a weakness for you, and only you can exploit it.

Aeri : we don't have to do that. I told you he has a daughter-

Mingi : I do not want to ruin an innocent girl's life just because of her father's mistakes, your majesty.

Aeri : this is how war works, mingi.

Mingi : I thought you'd understand this best, your majesty. Do you want another girl to suffer the same fate as you?

Aeri stared at mingi as he stood up and said

Mingi : you had your life ruined because of your father's mistakes, did you not? It is because someone who had been in my position chose to do what you are now asking me to do, that you didn't get the life you truly deserved. I may not have been able to save you from it then, but I will not let any girl suffer the fate you did because of the men around her ever again.

Aeri pressed her lips together as mingi held her shoulders, making her sit on his throne as aeri's eyes widened. No woman ever sat on the emperor's throne, the bigger throne.

Aeri : mingi what are you doi-

Aeri cut herself off as mingi took his crown off, kneeling down as he placed it on aeri's head. She clenched her hand as she felt the weight of it on her head, looking down at mingi as he said

Mingi : you feel that weight, your majesty? That weight carries power, and respect. This power that you feel now, you have earned it for yourself, and it is all yours. Your endurance, your wit, your wisdom and your courage, they have made you an empress, your majesty. If you can do that with nothing but your brains, then killing that man will be nothing but a piece of cake for you.

No one had ever said that to aeri, not even herself. Aeri felt a lump form in her throat as mingi smiled at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he whispered

Mingi : never let anyone doubt you or who you are, your majesty, not even yourself. You are the empress of the world's most powerful nations, you are a woman who has let no man trample over you and your dignity. You have always held your head high, and I will make sure that you always will for as long as I live.

Aeri : you…you really think I can kill him?

Mingi : I know you can, I trust you with it. You are worth a thousand soldiers, your majesty, killing san will be nothing to you.

Aeri chuckled, holding the emperor's crown as she said

Aeri : the emperor is supposed to be the saving the kingdom, you know?

Mingi smiled, looking at his wife with eyes filled with love and admiration as he whispered

Mingi : well, you're the one wearing his crown anyway. Might as well save the kingdom while you're at it.

Aeri scoffed, looking away as mingi asked

Mingi : so then you agree to it? Killing san, are you fine with it?

Aeri : since you tried so much, getting on your knees and all for all of it, I can't deny it now, can I?

Mingi smiled as aeri said

Aeri : okay but take this crown back now, it's too heavy. It's going to cause my neck to get smaller or something, can't have the wrinkles.

Mingi laughed as he slowly took the crown off of her head, aeri staring at mingi with a small smile on her face.

And for the first time, mingi had seen moon aeri smile. And he vowed to do anything to keep it on her face that instant.

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#ateez angst #ateez fluff #ateez ff #kpop angst #kpop fluff #kpop ff #angst #ateez #ff #fluff #mingi #song mingi #mingi angst #mingi fluff #mingi fanfic #mingi fic #mingi ff #mingi au #mingi scenarios #mingi x oc #mingi ateez #ateez mingi #mingi imagine #mingi imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios

[rararazaquato]

chapter 2 is coming. here's makoto and kurumi.

a lot of design notes under the cut, both about these guys and the nda detectives

yuma was specifically given a little facial hair because, in the canon of the fic, he's been too busy to actually shave. however, the out-of-canon reason is that my art style is so chibi cutesit that it makes everyone look a bajillion years younger than they actually are. yuma's design is already a little young-looking despite most evidence in-canon pointing to him being an adult, so i wanted to give him that extra signifier of being a grown ass man.

the longer hair is also there for the same reasons - he hasn't gotten it cut for a while, and the bowl cut made him look childish.

because i have chronic same-face-syndrome, i put yuma and makoto in the same pose to emphasize that they are, genetically, the same person.

honestly, makoto's design versus yuma's in-game really makes it clear just how much a haircut and outfit change can make a character look older. with makoto wearing a suit and having hair that isn't in the perfect shape of a bowling ball, he looks a lot more like a young adult with a babyface. because i feel like he doesn't need the extra age signifiers (and because i feel like he'd want to differentiate himself from yuma more), i didn't give him the facial hair.

the "looking less like yuma" angle is also why he still bleaches and grows out his hair.

i like to think makoto starts taking better care of himself postgame, so i made his hair a bit fluffier and softer-looking to show he's actually been brushing and washing it. i mean, come on. canon makoto ily but you look like a greased-up yorkshire terrier.

i also gave makoto curtain bangs because girl... you have a forehead the size of the moon. i'm also a member of large forehead gang so i understand you pain but still.

makoto's outfit is actually loosely based on an outfit i own irl! i have a hawaiian shirt with similar colors (albeit a different pattern) and blue swim trunks with red lobsters on them.

makoto probably sunburns really easily, both as a result of being pale as fuck (yuma also has this issue) and being a homunculus (he won't die in the sun, but it does result in a mild allergy). so just imagine he's always lathered in sunscreen.\

mentally, makoto is the same age as yuma (so 20 when this fic takes place) and kurumi is 19 (i headcanon she's only a year younger than yuma). chronologically, they are both about four years old. #justhomunculusthings

i changed kurumi's hairstyle because her canon one is stupid. like why does she have two skinny ass braids hidden in her coat. give her those long luscious locks.

she's wearing disposable gloves to protect her hands, and almost all of her clothing is specifically designed to reflect uv rays.

you'll notice the inside of kurumi's mouth is actually a different color than any of the master detectives. that's the homunculus baby!!!

i gave her an ahoge because i hope she gets the protag treatment for the next game. also i hope she and shinigami become girlbesties and also that shinigami gets the fuck over herself. um ok now time for design notes abt the other people. artwork here if u didn't see the og one.

desuhiko actually does turn 20 in the timeframe of the fic. his birthday party is a future chapter.

he gets knockoff heelys in the upcoming chapter bcuz i think he'd enjoy them. but he got them flippy floppys in the meantime.

fubuki got a new hairstyle because i think she would be a bit more loose and silly as she starts going on more adventures.

her and vivia actually have two birthdays between the time i headcanon raincode to take place (march 2XXX) and the fic (july 2XXX+1). so while yuma is 19 in mdarc and 20 in usf, fubuki is 21 in mdarc and 23 in usf (and vivia is 25-27)

yes, that is ibuki mioda on her shirt.

i'm actually scared of needles so halara's earrings get a redesign. they get new ones in the upcoming chapter as well.

their outfit might be mostly long sleeves, but the jacket is lightweight and breezy and the jeans have wide legs, so it's actually nice and cool.

just realized this outfit is primarily yellow with some red and blue acccents. i can't believe i reinvented sollux homestuck. i'm sorry halara baby i didn't mean to compare you to an ugly bitch like that (this is a joke i actually like sollux)

vivia's outfit is inspired by the stupid shit i would make in the sims before i discovered custom content. i feel like he'd be a sims girly.

your guess for why yuma got facial hair due to never shaving while vivia, who is infamously too executive-dysfunction-riddled to leave the fireplace much less shave, has the skin of a newborn baby is up to you to interpret. possible options include (un)fortunate genetics on either/both of them, he is trans and hasn't started/doesn't intend to start t, or he just pays halara to do it for him.

actually i do think he pays halara to help him out with things when the chronic fatigue/executive dysfunction gets too much to deal with. fubuki will do it for free but also she is kind of bad at being helpful as a result of being fubuki.

aaand time for the general headcanons section

every single one of these characters is some flavor of neurodivergent. halara and kurumi are autistic, desuhiko has adhd, and yuma, makoto, fubuki, and vivia have both. i'm sure some of them also have other neurodivergencies but those are the two i'm most familiar with so those are the two that worm their way into my headcanons.

not a single one of these characters doesn't have ptsd. like i'm sorry but you cannot live through chapters 4 and 5 of rain code and not be mentally ill afterwards. most of em also have a few other mental illnesses because i love projecting on fictional characters <3

vivia's also got some sort of chronic physical illness (my personal headcanon is pots), and makoto sometimes uses a cane. yuma should sometimes use a cane but he has the bodily awareness of a fucking peanut and thinks it hurts everyone to walk.

yuma's gonna realize he's any pronouns nonbinary someday, but that won't be for a hot minute. makoto is the same, but he's a lot closer to that realization than yuma is. both are also bi, as is kurumi.

desuhiko is the resident kodakaverse problematic bicon. there's always one of em!

fubuki is a lesbian. "oh but she confesses to yuma in her final gumshoe gab!" well as i said before yuma isn't a man. it's a bit confusing to her because she doesn't know that yet but turns out she's just got that Sense where she can tell that yuma isn't exactly cis.

halara is nonbinary (obviously, that's basically canon) and pan

vivia is somewhere on the aroace spectrum (both out of general lack of interest and because sex and romance are physically/mentally straining) but he's generally gay-aligned.

#rain code spoilers #mdarc #rain code #mdarc unrestrained summer fun #(thats gonna be my tag for that) #makoto kagutsuchi #kurumi wendy #long post #i mean LONG post #ive been writing this for like an hour #yuma kokohead

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 87

A day late thanks to more unavoidable commitments, but we're here now at least ...

Matt wears a shirt to the table. Laura roasts him for it. DM derails the session HIMSELF before it even STARTS ...

A NordVPN Oscars skit? Both topical AND ridiculous. Way to ham it up, Marisha! XD "Oversized sweater enthusiast" Ashley Johnson? Cute ...

Ah yes, Daggerheart ... we shall see ...

Sam: "Doesn't he have to throw it to you?" Marisha (indignant): "Do I have to wait for permission from a man?"

Trouble there, Marisha? Game's starting ...

Oh yeah, the city! Oof ... here we go ...

Wow ... that roll was BALLS ... great start to the session ... and now they're in the middle of a storm ... of course they are ...

Group Stealth roll! Pass Without A Trace ... thanks, Ashton. Much better rolls this time, at least.

What the hell is THIS? Oh shit, it's the Mongolian blood worms! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!

Crap ... Ashton's exhausted! I forgot about that ... RUN, DIREWOLF FEARNE!!! RUN!!!

So ... are they, like, trapped now, then?

A tadpole? That's no tadpole ... yeah, don't fall for THIS SHIT, people! Travis: "It's an angler fish!" Yeah, definitely ...

FCG has TOTALLY given them away now ...

Travis' strange polar bear analogy ...

They're gonna chuck a piece of Berserker at it ... oh yeah, here we go. It's like piranhas! O.O Shit ...

Imogen tries to LEVITATE THE ROCK with them on it! Bloody hell ... argh ... weight based head maths ... great ...

Yeah ... no, the mayhem WILL begin shortly ...

They are now FLOATING THROUGH THE STORM on the rock ... no, seriously, DO NOT leave a trail of CHUM behind you! That is SO dumb ...

Playing baseball with body parts and Ashton's hammer ... yeah, that's definitely smart ...

NINE? Oh bollocks ... Laura, you may have just killed your friends ... but not quite ... phew ...

Touchdown ... and it collapses into pieces, like the Blues Brothers' car ... oof ...

Arguing the differences between Pass Without A Trace and Merge With Stone ... and it WORKS? Blimey ...

All right, where to go? Fearne guesses and leads the way ... Sam rolls 18 ... the storm subsides! Thank the gods ...

Crap! A Flare! Laudna grabs Imogen on instinct and anchors her ... Nice! And Chetney DOES NOT wolf out ...

Reaching out to Ira? Really? Oof ... FCG send a Message to the Nightmare King ... Contact! Yay! But he's still bloody creepy ...

He's such a tease! Damn it ... yeah, messaging doesn't WORK like that ...

Next move, then ... into the city or scout around? How to get in contact with the Volition?

Imogen sends a message to Zhesh ... Nice use of word limit! Persuasion check? Oooh ... 20! Sweet! It worked!

The Jagged Edge, in the Clutch? Looking for Jidoh, in search of "a contract"? Hmmmm ...

Mental ventriloquism? Sweet idea, Orym! That sounds pretty clever ...

Here we go, Fearne is going to turn herself into a Reiloran? Trippy ...

Masks? Hmmm ... Chetney doesn't have enough wood, though ...

Oh WHAT THE HELL, Sam? Surreal flask shenanigans this week ...

Ashley's dice chaos and the others make light ... also inadvertently make her lose track of WHAT SHE'S ACTUALLY DOING ... XD

Crap, busted! Look like a Reiloran QUICK Fearne ... FCG casts Engance Ability on her ... is it successful?

Okay, so what is THIS about? New race?

Trying out the clever ruse? Oh boy ... Travis is not confident ... Deception check? Roll good, Ashley ... 21! Nice ...

Fearne is pretending yo be THE FUCKING WILLMASTER? Fuck ... that is STUPID level ballsy ... this could backfire SO BADLY ...

Okay, I guess these guys aren't all that bright, they might have lucked out here.

That's a lot of Reilorans ... O.O

Tyren A? Okay ...

Guns? Really? Laura: "Fucking Percy!" Marisha: "GUNS have made it to the Moon!"

A game of questions? Interesting ... the tast of strawberries? Hmmm ... oh yeah, this guy ain't too bright either ...

Goodness, tis the Horn of Helm Hammeŕhand!

Speaky's Drip? Oh, it's between the Clutch and the Crumble? Useful ...

A neighbouring outpost is gutted and gone? Whoa ... so the Volition are SERIOUS ... Orym did well there.

Nat20 and Fearne's deception goes AMAZINGLY ... Nice going, girls! O.O

Turns out FCG could have been Ritually casting that all this time? That's embarrassing ...

Heading down to the city ... Martian Helm's Deep indeed ...

Time for a break!

Kids! Careful, Laudna ... oh, FCG's going instead. Ryndons? Oh, they're like mole-pigs? Cute ...

Wow, Letters really is a big hit with these kids. :3

Vateara and Caeluma Veteris? Hmmmm ...

Imogen gives them a goodberry each. Awwwwwwww ...

Ashley gets a Whispers! Ooooh ... cue more plugs from Samuel ...

"You're so small but so OLD." O.O Yes. Chetney is definitely very old indeed ...

THEY DON'T HAVE TOYS? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!

Yeah, Chetney has just BLOWN THEIR MINDS ... and also imparted important life lessons too. I'm loving this moment so much ... :3

Fuck ... has Chetney just birthed the legend of Santa Claus on Ruidus? Seriously?

The coming MOVE?

Aha! Now we know where the Jagged Edge is. Nice.

Bearne. LOL

Wow, we all just rolled BALKS on that stealth check, didn't we?

Oh, well THIS can't be good. Shit ... they've been spotted, haven't they?

Fearne says she's here for The Beating Heart ... persuasion check? Hmmmm ... oh, looks like she might be tanking this ...

Imogen tries to bring part of a nearby building down for a distraction ... meanwhile Fearne is clearly being ARRESTED ... crap ... do I smell a fight coming?

Fearne turns into a fly, only to be instantly BITTEN BY THE AVADON!!! Fuck ... a 22 to hit? Bloody hell ... back to Fearne again ... and now she's IN ITS MOUTH?!!! Fuck ...

Roll for Initiative? No shit!

Battlemap time! Lovely ...

Marisha has NO PLAN ... hmmm ... no, not a fireball! Bane instead ... Liam IMMEDIATELY does his regular impression ... 2 fails but one manages to resist it. Not bad ... now she hits the avadon with THREE ELDRITCH BLASTS? I thought she DIDN'T want to be loud ... 30 points of damage overall! Holy shit ...

Orym leaps in snd Hexes term as he jumps into the fight, then goes with a Goading attack on the Juggernaut ... hits every time! Nice ...

Said big bad attacks him and HITS!!! Laudna tries Silvery Barbs but she's OUT OF RANGE ... CRAP!!! He hits Orym THREE TIMES in a row ... oh my gods! Not the wee man! Oof ... 18, then 16 ... then a Crit for 32 points of damage altogether? Ouch! AND psychic damage in top of it? AAAAAAHHH! Orym BARELY catches himself short of getting knocked down ... O.O

FCG casts Banishment on the Juggernaut. Which it FAILS to resist, so it's just GONE!!! Phew ...

Again Imogen just fails to bring the chunk of building down ... instead pucks up 2 loose stones and tosses them at the Reilorans with her mind! Both hits! Nice ... 14 bludgeoning damage each!

Fearne is still bring CHEWED ... oof ... she shoits Scorching Rays at 3rd Level at POINT BLANK RANGE into its mouth! TWO NAT20S?!!! Wow ... 4D6 of damage DOUBLED!!! She gets the HDYWTDT!!! Yeah! She essentially just BLASTS HERSELF OUT OF IT!!! Nice!

The remaining avadon attacks FCG ... another Nat20? Ouch ... AND ANOTHER ONE!!! Argh! 21 plus 31 plus 16 points of damage! Fuck! And now he's grappled in its mouth!

The rider tries to impale Fearne with a spear ... Shield! Yes! Nice one! The other one tries too butt the Shield's still up! Oof ... so only partial damage, but she's still getting shoved about ...

Chetney wolfs out and charges ... Blood Maladict! Yeah! Shred shred shred ... 17 plus 21 in damage! Shred indeed! Oh, but the Juggernaut's back ... O.O

Ashton charges in and Rages ... what random shit this time? He goes Monochrome ... he hits the nearest fucker and goes Reckless with it ... HIT!!! This is gonna be BIG damage then ... BRUTAL Critical? Wow ... 26 for the first hit, 21 for the second ... HDYWTDT again! He flattens the guy's head INTO his body! O.O

Laudna casts Blight INTO Ashton's hammer? Oh that's like INSANELY cool ... splut Blight at the two remaining Reolorans ... and they both HIT!!! Oof ... 39 points of damage each? Fuck, she kills them ... HDYWTDT yet again! Bloody hell ... she just TORCHES him ...

Orym starts carving away at the Juggernaut ... a hit! And the second ... AND the third ... Action Surge ... he just KEEPS HITTING HIM OVER AND OVER!!! Orym is a killing MACHINE right now! It's still up, but hurting ... in the meantime whil it's down he pills a Bait snd Switch on Chetney.

The Juggernaut gets back up, looking AWFUL ... tries to flaten Orym on the spot ... MISSES!!! Orym gets a reaction ... and KILLS HIM!!! He guts the fucker ON THE SPOT ...

FCG casts SCRAMBLE the Dead on the avadon chewing him ... 18 points ... ALSO the HDYWTDT!!! Wow ... he uses harmonic resonance to essentially SHAKE IT APART ...

As they scramble to run, Chetney cuts all the heads off so NOBODY can question the corpses after. Lovely ...

Oh yeah ... what IS in the cart? A box? It's heavy ... they put it in the Hole. Then Imogen lifts the cart and PUTS IT ON TOP of one of the buildings ...

They're being watched? Laudna sends Pate to check it out ... looks like someone just living there, a civilian. Hmmmm ...

Oh, so this one's OLD? Okay ... so Pate just SCARES THE BEJEEZUS out of them. Effectively shutting them up, then ... very intimidating ...

To the Jagged Edge! Quickly now ... group deception check to pass unnoticed ...

There's a FAINT glow in the Scry ball ... so Otohan's not SUPER CLOSE, but in the city now. Great ...

FCG's homing in on Zhesh with Locate Creature ... a merchant district? Okay ...

Like writing in dreams? That's beautiful if haunting ...

This must be the place ...

These glass weapons sound absolutely BEAUTIFUL ...

Another one of the fuzzy guys, but really OLD ... he seems interesting ... so this is Jidoh ...

Yeah, DEFINITELY Insight Check ... and they BOTH get Whispers? Cool ...

A Reiloran Shrike? Hmmmm ... oh, but she has a scar on her face, yeah, I remember that ... this MUST BE Zhesh ...

So what DO they want?

Interesting ... she's making A POINT of speaking to them VOCALLY ...

Time for truth, clearly ... yes, clearly they DO have an ally here ...

The Overspoke? Hmmm ... looking for Earot ...

They do need somewhere to hide. Where to go?

300 gold for a glass scythe? Good deal.

They can stay in the cellar for no more than an hour ... ah, so a short rest, then ...

Laudna likes the little Dancer statue ... a persuasion check? 21 ... it's not for sale ... but she gives it as a GIFT?!!! Awwwww ... that's sweet ...

SHORT REST!!! Yes indeed ...

Looking in the box ... it's a Paragon's Call item! Hmmmm ... a magical lock ... oof ... yeah, best come back to that ...

FCG RITUALLY casts Telepathic Bond ...

So Orym can actually Druidcraft blueberries? That's adorable ... :3

If Chetney shows us his new toy, they all DIE. He insists ... hmmmm ...

These people NEED their help, it's true. But they need to be CAREFUL going about it ...

Capture as a TACTIC? I don't like it.

Oh shit ... have they been busted? Somebody's here! Crap ... they're COMING!!!

And that's IT?!!! Seriously? Oof ... bloody cliffhangers ...

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