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lyneira · 1 year

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♡ surprise attack! ♡

-> how would the genshin men and obey me guys react when you suddenly hug them from behind?

Is initially worried

Lucifer, Barbatos, Ayato, Zhongli, Cyno, Albedo, Tighnari

You catch them by surprise when they feel your arms wrapped around them all of a sudden. With the way you were holding them so tightly and how you nuzzled your face into their back, they wondered if anything bad had happened to you or whether you were upset and needed comfort.

"Y/n, is something the matter?"

"no...I just wanted to hug you"

They'd let out a relieved chuckle and hold onto your arms wrapped around them, taking one of your hands and pressing a kiss to your palm, appreciative of your affection and glad that you're fine.

Feigns irritation

Satan, Scaramouche, Diluc, Alhaitham, Dainsleif

Their fight or flight mode was activated the moment you embraced them from behind and oh boy were they ready to fight. Though, once they realized that it was you, they eased up.

"Y/n, please", they'd groan. They would try to put up a slightly irritated face, but deep down, they loved it. They loved being held by you, to feel you hold onto them so firmly, full of tenderness and confidence. Your hugs assured them that they were worthy of such love and that, yes, there was someone out there who loved them deeply. You loved them deeply and that meant oh so much.

So really, they just didn't want to admit how much they would melt each time they were in your arms.

Gets flustered

Leviathan, Mammon, Xiao, Gorou, Thoma

They would blush right when they felt your embrace as it would have startled them. Were you trying to give them a heart-attack? Hugging them out of the blue like that.

And if you were to tell them how much you loved them right in their ear, too? Just let them perish already. They can't comprehend how you could be this cute.

If you want to tease them a little, let your hands roam over their torso, pull them in closer towards you, and feel as their body begins to heat up even further. They're glad that you're behind them so they could hide their flustered face from you, hehe

Immediately hugs you back

Diavolo, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Itto, Kazuha, Venti, Childe, Kaveh

They adore that you want to hug them, but they want to hug you too! Will turn around to give you a proper hug and squeeze you tightly, placing multiple kisses on your cheeks while they're at it. If you aren't gonna hold back your affections, then he isn't going to hold back his either! 😌

Would be unfazed

Beelzebub, Solomon, Simeon, Baizhu, Heizou, Kaeya

They wouldn't say a word nor complain. They're very much used to your antics that they would simply let you be. They'll let you cling onto them like a leech while continuing whatever they were doing. Whether it was reading a book, eating, or working on some documents, they'd do it all while you were attached to their back. They weren't going to deny any attention or affection from you even if they were busy.

And if their task ever required them to have you off their back, they'd simply adjust your position while still enabling you to hug them.

But, if you dare to do your best to distract them by leaving kisses up and down their back, then be ready for the events that will follow. They won't hesitate to turn you around and return the favor directly up front 🤭

Bonus:

Ends up giving you a piggyback ride

DIAVOLO, Beelzebub, ITTO

When you suddenly come clinging onto their back, they thought that it could only mean one thing: you wanted a piggyback ride. So they scooped your legs up, held them at their sides, and began to dash around, catching you by surprise. (It would be a fun and pleasant surprise nonetheless)

Now you'd better give them a destination to head towards before they end up getting the both of you lost because they'd be running with zero sense of direction, lost in the fun they're having with you.

a/n: I didn't want to make separate posts for either fandom so I just combined em :D

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miloformula123fan · 2 days

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Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? With her being in the Williams garage, she witnessed Alex and Danny incident at the Japan GP and was so worried about them that she ended up going to James at the pitwall for his comfort. He decided to hug her while calming her down and going to both of the drivers to make sure they're okay. Just something fluff and little angst. Add something if you want to. Thanks!! :)))

what is it with me only getting these fics out like 2-3 weeks after the race, anyway, it's again so short but my mental health is suffering right now, so, and im happy with it the length it is.

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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“Come on Logan, show ‘em why you deserved to be in the car last weekend.”

Logan nodded as he pulled his helmet on and gave a thumbs up and a fist bump to Y/N. It was her first weekend at the grand prix, as she preferred to stay at home, and let James call her to give her an update. But James had been pleading with her to come ‘just once’ and after the disaster weekend they’d had in Australia, she had braved the timezone and flown out for Japan.

She sat down on the folding chairs with the rest of the pit crew, while PR managers and assistants and anyone who liked James, which was 90% of the garage, was trying to persuade her to sit on a more comfortable chair. She shook her head smiling, insisting she was fine as long as she wasn’t in the way, on the folding chair, with the pit crew.

James shook his head fondly, gazing at his wife as she chatted to Alex’s race engineer, before he slung his headset on and walked out to the pit wall.

Unfortunately the joy in the Williams garage lasted all of about 1 corner. A cheer erupted as they all got through turn 1 okay, but it was yelled too soon.

“As they make their way through AND OFF INTO THE WALL, off into the wall goes the 2 cars, and a big crash into the tire barrier,”

“Yeah, that’s going to be an immediate safety car, a heavy impact for Ricciardo and Albon…”

“Red flag, red flag.”

Y/N could see the anger as the mechanics grew angry, yelling stuff, but it all felt muffled underwater, as the camera cut to a replay of the crash. She sat there, staring as she watched Daniel and Alex’s cars clobber the barriers again.

So much for good luck this weekend. She watched as Daniel hopped out of the car, and she saw that Alex was having a little trouble due to the tyres almost balanced perfectly on his halo.

She heard the other cars filtering into the pits and as the pit crews dash around the cars Y/N escape through the garage and up to the pit wall, where she spotted James chatting to some of the other mechanics. She quickly crossed the pit lane and hopped up to the pitwall.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

Y/N didn’t know what to say to that. What was she doing here? She looked at her husband trying to convey all of her current thoughts through her eyes. Thankfully he seemed to get the message and embraced her in a hug.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’re both fine, they’re both okay. The red flag is because the barrier is destroyed and they’ll be here before the end of the red flag, okay? I’m sorry darling, that must have been terrifying to see that crash, especially when you have no information. How about you stay here, I think Alex and Daniel will come from there,” he pointed somewhere, Y/N wasn’t paying attention properly “so they’ll walk past here and you can see that they’re completely safe and sound.”

Y/N nodded at that, and snuggled in further to her husband’s embrace as he asked about tyres for Logan’s restart and discussed new strategy, keeping an eye out for the 2 drivers.

come walking down the pit lane. She careful extracted herself from James’ embrace, he nodded as he saw the 2 drivers arriving.

Y/N ran over and embraced them both in a hug, ignoring the commentators comments of ‘mom’ and ‘awwww’ and she pulled them in close and started rambling

“Oh my god, are you okay, that was a big crash, are you sure you don’t need to go to the medical centre, wait, hang on, what’s the test, uuhhhh, how many fingers am i holding up?”

“2, Y/N, relax, we’re okay.” Daniel put a hand on her shoulder

“Y/N breathe okay, I know that was a big crash and that I think was your first big crash while being here, so I’d imagine it's a little scary, but it’s okay. We’re both okay, Daniel and I in one piece.” Alex pulled her into a hug, before releasing her.

Y/N didn’t trust her voice, just nodding and furiously wiping away at the tears falling down her face.

“C’mon, I’ll get you back to James and then by the time the red flag is over, I’ll be back from media and we can watch the race together, okay?”

Y/N nodded again, smiling more than she was as Alex led her back to James.

“Keep her safe until I get back, yeah boss?”

“Oh come on Alex, you don’t trust me with my own wife?”

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katyawriteswhump · 5 months

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Steddie microfic: Burning for you, Baby

Eddie’s not a fan of Christmas traditions. Events soon bring Steve around to Eddie’s way of thinking.

Written for the December @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pine,’ 508 words.

Rating: M. Tags: Fluff, smut, and mild whump. Established relationship. Allergies. Holidays.

CW: non-explicit fluffy smut. (also, my first proper tumbl post! Literally shaking here... Sorry if I've got something wrong!!)

On AO3 here

Eddie trailed Steve up the slush-covered mountain: “I’m terrified parts of me I reeeeally don’t wanna lose are gonna freeze and drop off.”

Steve glanced back. Eddie’s boy in action-mode—ax slung over his shoulder—looked damn fine. “You’re kidding?”

“Talking ’bout my fingers. Not the parts you’re obsessed with.” Eddie poked his tongue out. Ow! Too cold. “My gloves are soaked.”

“Quit whining.” Steve pitched Eddie his gloves, which plopped in the mud. “Jesus, you never could catch.”

“Keep ‘em.” Eddie stuffed them in Steve’s jeans’ back pocket. Mmmm, warm here. “Don’t want trembles when you swing that ax. Uh, remind me why we can’t hack a tree from the roadside?”

Steve’s heavy sigh clouded the air. “It’s a Harrington tradition. I loved tree-hunting with my grandpa for a proper, bushy Indiana pine. Dad didn’t bother. I guess I wanted to reinvent it. For us.”

“Ooookay. Gonna need a Gunja break to waft away that WASP juju, or…”

He grabbed Steve’s scarf. Steve scowled, dropped his ax, and Eddie sealed their chapped lips in a sizzling kiss. Soon, Eddie’s hands grew lovely and warm, happily stuffed down Steve’s pants. Eddie broke for air, arched a brow. “This tradition doesn’t suck.”

Steve scowled again, grabbed the ax: “We gotta move, or they’ll find our rotting corpses next spring.”

They lugged a tree down the hill then up to their second-floor apartment.

Pine needles got everywhere. Eddie overruled hoovering with a hot shower, pressing Steve to the tiles. They kissed each other silly again, hot steam billowing, and wound up rolling on the floorboards, jerking each other off amid a sea of pine needles.

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When Steve awoke, his ass was ON FIRE.

“Jesus Christ!”

He lifted Eddie’s arm, sat up, glimpsed his bare arms—they were bright pink! He tugged down his pants and twisted to see. “Nooooo! My butt!”

Eddie woke with a jolt. “What’s wrong? I wasn’t rough… OH SHIIIIIT!”

Steve dashed to the mirror, consoled that his face wasn’t as livid as his rear. He stripped his shirt. Stared. Trembled. His torso was a blotchy mess. Eddie embraced him from behind. Steve elbowed him away. “I might be infectious.”

“Chill.” Eddie nuzzled Steve’s sore nape. “Allergic to pine needles, babe?”

Steve turned within Eddie’s arms, comforted that Eddie wasn’t repulsed. “Huh?”

Eddie coaxed him back to bed, headed to the drug store. Steve called his mom: “As a tiny kid, Steve, you got a rash at Christmas on your face and hands. We suspected your grandpa’s wild pine, so we ditched that tradition.”

“Oh.” Steve rubbed his palm in calming circles on his burning stomach. “Thanks, mom.”

Soon, Eddie smeared camomile lotion on Steve’s itchiest parts, to the soundtrack of angry metal. When Steve got a headache, Eddie turned it down, and chased his dabs of camomile across Steve’s sensitive skin with sweet caressing kisses.

“To be fair, Stevie,” he whispered, his breaths balmy in the small of Steve’s back, “I’ve had worse Christmases.”

Steve sighed into the pillow, while Eddie kissed his smouldering ass. “Yeah, me too.”

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floral-force · 1 year

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Sleeping Bounty - Chapter 4

Sweet Sorrow

din djarin x fem reader (no y/n)

summary: as the blue afternoon sky melts into a pink dusk, hopes and dreams are dashed from the forest to the kingdom limits. when despair is replaced with hope in a few, more sorrow rises to fill the void within others.

warnings: mention of alcohol; my blog is 18+ only, minors do not interact, consume your media responsibly.

words: 2.4k+

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“I’m home!” you announced, brow furrowing in confusion as you stepped into the darkened cottage. This was incredibly unusual, and it made your stomach turn and hands go clammy. You asked the dark space, “Aunt Peli?”

Your eyes then fell on soft candlelight, and a gasp escaped your lips when you saw the tiered cake that 21 candles sat on, rushing over to touch the dress that was laid out on a chair next to it. Its blue fabric was soft and light under your fingers. Even with the dim light, the dress shimmered, the fabric almost iridescent when you shifted it.

“Surprise!” your aunt shouted, rushing down from the stairs to greet you, the fabric of her simple brown jumpsuit rustling. It had a few splotches of blue on the torso and chest that she had failed to wipe off before your arrival. “Happy birthday, my beautiful rose!”

“Oh, you darling! You shouldn’t have done this!” You grinned, your cheeks hurting from how wide you were smiling. You bent down to give your short aunt a hug, her curls brushing against your cheek in the embrace. “This cake…This dress! It’s all so lovely!”

“Oh, I’m so happy you like it!”

“This is the happiest day of my life!” You exclaimed, straightening up. You twirled and clasped your hands together to your chest. “Everything’s so wonderful! Just wait till you meet him.”

“Him?” Peli inquired, raising her eyebrow. “Were you talking to a stranger?”

“Oh, he’s not a stranger. We’ve met before,” you stated.

“You have? Where?!” Peli gasped, clutching both of your hands in hers.

“Once upon a dream,” you sighed dreamily, swaying and humming the made-up melody from the forest.

Peli sighed, sadness escaping her lungs. “Oh, this is terrible…”

You stopped, turning to see Peli sitting down on one of the table chairs. “Why? After all, I am 21. I don’t know why it’s such a bad thing for me to speak to people.”

Your aunt shook her head. “It isn’t that. It’s—well, you’re already betrothed, dear.”

You gave her a quizzical look and dropped your hands to your side. “Betrothed?”

“Since the day you were born, you were betrothed to Prince Phillip, dear.” Peli got up and took your clammy hands in hers, fiddling with your fingers.

“But that’s impossible,” you laughed incredulously, shaking your head. “How could I marry a prince? I’d have to be—”

“—A princess.” Peli looked into your eyes and smiled, declaring your name and title. “Tonight, I’m taking you back to your father and mother, King Stefan and Queen Leah.”

You shook your head, trying to fight back the tears that were starting to flood your eyes. Your heart had started to speed up, warming your face, but ice flooded your veins. Your mind began racing with thoughts of the forest—the cold metal, the mysterious man, and how you’d spent the entire walk home thinking about how it would feel to be in his arms again.

“But…But I can’t. He’s coming here tonight. I promised to meet him!”

Your wavering voice betrayed your declaration. You took a step back, wrenching one of your hands out of your aunt’s grasp. As you roughly wiped away a tear that slipped down your cheek with the back of your hand, Peli sighed and squeezed the hand she still held.

“I’m sorry, child, but you must never see that man again.”

“Oh, no! No! I can’t believe it!”

You broke into tears and ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut despite your aunt’s pleas to stay and talk with her.

The gorgeous dress was forgotten, and the thought of eating the cake made you feel sick. As you sobbed into your pillows, all you wanted was to feel your mystery man’s embrace again, to hold his gloved hands in yours, to stare into the helmet that masked his face. Images of you in a crown, sitting on a throne next to a stiff prince that you didn’t love popped into your head, causing you to wail even harder, not caring how loud you were. You wanted your sobs of sorrow to shake the forest floor and topple over trees. There was no loss like losing something you didn’t even get the chance to truly explore.

Neither you nor Peli noticed the black raven hastily flying away from the cottage door that had been left ajar upon your arrival.

The sun was starting to lower in the sky, the bottom of it pierced by the mountaintops in the distance, the sky turning shades of pink and orange and pushing the afternoon blue away. It melted together in Queen Leah’s eyes as tears streamed down her face, and she released a wail from deep inside of her that she’d been holding in since the night she watched Peli run into the night with her precious baby in her arms. She folded over, leaning on the balcony railing, and let her face fall into her palms as she sobbed, whispering her lost daughter’s name.

“Oh, my angel, what is it?”

She heard Stefan’s voice, and her sobs subsided just enough for her to turn around and look at him, the painted sky behind her as tears fell down her cheeks, her palms wet from the waterfall.

Stefan’s face fell. When his eyes began to water, she rushed into his open arms, clutching at the sash over his tunic. His hands rubbed her back as she cried into him, and she swore she heard him choke back a sob.

She sobbed their daughter’s name as if it were a prayer, just as she had 21 years ago. He kissed the top of her head and murmured it back, a quiet acknowledgement of their shared pain.

“What if…What if she hates us?” Leah uttered, pulling back to stare up at him.

He shook his head and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his thumb running across her temple. “I don’t think she will. If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll understand.”

Leah weakly smiled. “Do you think she’ll be a dreamer like you?”

Stefan let a soft smile disrupt his tears. “You think I’m a dreamer?”

“I listen when you talk to the other monarchs about your dreams of opening this kingdom—no, the whole moon up to what the galaxy has to offer.”

“You think it’s unrealistic?”

“Mm, not that. I just think your dreams might extend beyond your reign.” Leah stood on her toes, planting a gentle kiss on his wet cheek. “But that isn’t a bad thing. It isn’t bad to dream.”

“No, I suppose it isn’t,” he exhaled, letting his wife twist around in his arms and lean back into them as they watched the sun continue the start of its descent.

Soon, their daughter would be in their arms again, and all they had to do was wait just a little longer—but the waiting was hell, worse than waiting nine months to finally meet the dream they never thought they’d have in this life. At least the pain Leah had gone through during the hours she labored for their dream resulted in something good, something filled with love; this time, they didn’t know if the life they’d entrusted to someone else would return full of love or resentment.

Leah broke the silence, asking, “I thought you were with Hubert?”

“I was, until he began blabbering about how he’s already built a castle for our daughter and Phillip.” Stefan heard Leah click her tongue in disapproval, grateful that she shared his feelings. “So, I left to spend a little time with my wife before we have to go and wait for our daughter on our thrones with the entire kingdom watching us.”

When Leah turned around and gently placed her hands on his jaw, he hoped his daughter would have her knowing eyes and soft smile.

“Even after all these years, you still find ways to make my heart a little lighter through all the pain.”

“What kind of man would I be if I didn’t love my family more than some silly palace plans?” he asked, planting a kiss on the corner of her lips.

“A pretty terrible one,” she mumbled, kissing him gently when he chuckled. She took a tiny step back, smiling up at him and wiping his cheeks with her fingers. “Give me and my chamber maids a few moments, and then we can enter the throne room together as a family of two for the last time.”

Din was still in a daze from his dance in the forest with the literal girl of his dreams. He sat on a log and watched a nearby creek babble and splash, birds dipping their beaks into it and disregarding his presence. He noticed the way the forest floor was becoming tinged with pink light, blending into a murky green that signaled the sun’s descent. He supposed it wasn’t too early to head over to that little cottage; he remembered the direction she’d fled because he’d been focused on how graceful and gorgeous she looked while she ran off, and he’d etched the way her eyes smiled at him into his memory when she stole a few glances back at him.

His vambrace pinged, and he groaned, holding his forearm up and pressing a button to allow the incoming transmission through.

“Mando! Not busy, are you?” Karga bellowed, hands on his hips.

“I was about to go—”

“—Of course you aren’t. You live to hunt,” Karga interjected, denying Din the chance to speak. “Come back and have a drink with me. Apparently, the kingdom right next to us is celebrating something, and I want you to enjoy yourself for once.” Karga waved a finger at him. “Before you say no, just know I’ll give you a bail jumper if you refuse.”

Din sighed, rolling his eyes under his helmet.

“Fine,” he grumbled.

“Excellent! See you soon.”

The transmission ended and Din growled, angry that he let himself be so easily swayed by Karga. The fact of the matter was that Karga paid him, and the dream girl in the forest didn’t—and, besides, what if she was leading him to a trap? What if she was just an actress hired by one of his past quarry’s cronies? Din got up from where he sat with a grunt and began heading east, away from the early sunset and toward where he suspected he’d parked his ship, scrapping his plan to find it after meeting her again.

Better to be safe than sorry, he thought with a heavy heart.

For once in his life, he wasn’t happy to see his ship and sit in his pilot’s chair. He headed west, flying above and away from the forest and his mystery woman, and toward Karga and the Guild. He flew low for the quick trip, and just seeing the green blur of the forest foliage beneath him made him feel the weight of the beskar he wore and caused sadness to creep into his heart, a blue cloud forming over his head. The sadness persisted as he landed the Crest and handed the hangar owner credits, that blue cloud hovering over him during his walk to the cantina. It wasn’t like him to be this…emotional. Emotion in his profession was a fatal chink in his beskar.

Din tried not to get attached to anyone or anything other than his work and his ship for precisely this reason. Emotion was a weakness. He’d always dreamt of having a family of his own; he could remember the way his mother and father adored each other and him before they were ripped away from him, leaving him scared and orphaned. Those muted bits and pieces were the only things he remembered from his life before the Creed, and he held them close and let them infect his dreams every now and then. In his line of work, though, that dream of domesticity—having a partner he could love, maybe even children he could dote upon—was unrealistic and unattainable.

Din was a fool for thinking he could ever have a dream come true if it didn’t have to do with catching the quarry everyone else deemed too challenging or becoming the most expensive and skilled hunter in the Guild.

He entered the dim cantina and tried to lose himself in the upbeat music and shouted conversations, his eyes searching for Karga among the diverse crowd. The air was thick with smoke and scented with sweat and spotchka; it stung in his nostrils and pulled him out of his thoughts. He didn’t have to look long. Karga yelled and waved his hand, and Din marched over to him, people moving out of his way without him even having to say anything. Jealous eyes investigated him as he moved—but he knew nobody would dare say a thing to him. As he slid into the booth, Karga placed a shot in front of him. Under the helmet, Din raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, kriff, I forgot,” Karga took the glass back and downed its blue contents. “More for me, I suppose. I see that new armor, Mando—looks very sharp. I think it’s getting you some attention in here.”

But not from the person who mattered, Din thought, leaning back in the booth and crossing his arms. He could still remember the way her eyes drank him in, running across his visor and glancing shyly down to see their bodies pressed together before looking up again. She looked through the helmet; she made him feel seen despite the beskar that separated them. Others like Karga looked at him—she saw him.

“So, are you just going to sit there like a bump on a log, or are you going to relax for once?” Karga asked, leaning forward. When a service droid passed by, he flagged it down and requested one of the flagons of spotchka it carried on its tray, depositing the credits in the box it held out.

“I’ll relax when I’m dead.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped dead from stress alone,” Karga shook his head and poured himself another shot, throwing it back and wincing at the bitter taste.

Din turned his head, noticing the pink shade overtaking the sky through one of the cantina’s small oval windows. He hoped she really was just a random girl hired by some low-life idiot. Maybe that delusional thought would help drive the blue cloud away, even if only for a night. He was going to clench that delusion tightly in his fist so he could shrug off his guilt for the rest of the evening. He couldn’t drink it away—not yet at least.

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morriguscrawls · 22 days

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Five Lines Tag

I'm responding to an open tag from @new-royston-cursebreakers! Check out his post here.

Rules: Find five lines based on the prompts, then change one prompt at the end for whomever does it next.

My prompts were:

A line said to an enemy:

“Might?” one of the other females said. Her tone was as sharp as a knife. “Your kind traveled so far for “might”?” “Yes, it would seem if your planet is ill, then your time has come to its end,” said the other in agreement, voice high and reedy. Hannah balked. They spoke so callously. She didn’t know what she had been expecting. “Please, there are so many people at risk—children.”

A line said with fondness:

“You’re a terrible dancer. You’re too stiff.” “I know,” Hannah gritted out between her teeth. “There is a reason I told you no. Now you have me out here looking like a fool.” “Dramatic, Hannah,” V chided, voice soft. “No one is looking at you.”

A line that is whispered:

“I hope to see home again,” Hannah whispered. “If I can’t reach anyone, I’ll be stuck here. They won’t come for me.” She knew this with certainty. A rescue mission for a soldier light years away would use too many resources and cost too much money.

A line that hurts:

“It is my fault,” V repeated, standing tall. Hannah hauled Abraham up under one arm while Stratton grabbed the other. She met V's eyes head-on. Her heart felt cold. It was not enough that he was willing to take the blame. Because truly, once trust was broken, any amount of scrabbling and pleading could not restore it. The relationship would never be the same. “You don’t deserve to be a martyr.”

A line that is shouted:

"Wait! No!" she shouted, voice muffled, as Abraham broke the seal and bolted upright. Icy fear ran down her spine as she braced herself to see her best friend suffocate to death in the merciless space air. Instead, his lanky body was already across the small room, working on freeing Hannah from her bed. Finally, the suction released, and she surged upwards, folding into his embrace. His tight grip back and his desperate iteration of her given name — Ha-Eun — was her only indication that he was more scared than she had ever seen him before.

I'll be tagging @em-dashes, @every-eye-evermore, @finchwrites along with an open tag. Your prompts are:

A line said to a loved one:

A line said with fondness:

A line that is whispered:

A line that hurts:

A line that is shouted:

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bugeyedfreaks · 11 months

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About your ppgxrrb post, as someone who’s in the shipdom for years but now only like it because of certain famous fic, I agree.

Pretty sure some of the shippers would agree with it too but a lot of them are excusing their toxic behaviors as just the boys being toddlers + doesn’t know any better since most of the fics takes place when they’re teenagers/older. I disagree with the whole “they’re kids they don’t know any better” excuse cause they’re fictional characters and they’re just born bad/evil, and its not that deep

…I ended up writing a whole lot and I’m gonna cut it just so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash with my Deep PPG/RRB Opinions. 😆

Yeah, ugh, it wouldn’t bring me down so much if what you said wasn’t such a prevalent line of thought, but if there are some shippers who would agree with what I wrote before… I don’t understand what would compel them to ship the characters in the first place! I can’t understand it! I’m not saying, “You’re a bad fan/person if you ship [XYZ]!” I know people who genuinely love the original PPG series, people who I also genuinely love and cherish and think are amazing and wonderful and yet… they ship it, to my constant confusion. For years and years. 😂 I’ve even read that one fic and… I swear, I tried, I wanted to like it, I was told it was written true to the show and I Wanted To Believe… but how can the main premise be “true to the show” when it’s already 100% antithetical to who the characters are in canon in the first place? I sadly could not enjoy it. Like I said in my post, they would never be the redeemable bad boys because they’re literally pure evil. And I get suspension of belief in fan creations, I understand that fanfic is people’s way of… I dunno, indulging their fantasies in their favorite media or whatever, and I’m not vilifying anyone for daring to commit the ~atrocious~ sin of… wanting their faves to find true love. 🤣 …but what’s the point if the characters you write just turn out to be shells of how they actually act? At that point you should just go for it and make up your own original characters. Embrace the cringe!

A while ago I got really inspired and wanted to write a PPG fanfic for the first time in a million years, and since most of the story in my head included the villains in a large way, I felt kind of forced to try to add the boys (because, speaking of things that get me down, you will never get any substantial visibility on AO3 or whatever if you don’t at least include them in the tags, no matter how creative or novel your fanfic may possibly be) so I started thinking about this whole idea of how they’d really act towards the girls all grown up. I never wrote down anything substantial because I abandoned the fic, but I came to a general conclusion that 1) Brick would be complaining that the girls weren’t following traditional gender roles (i.e. the ones made up by creeps involving sandwiches and ladies making them in the kitchen for him), 2) Butch would be foaming at the mouth to sex up any girl that moved (wham, bam, thank ya ma’am… his love of carnage and leave ‘em for dead mentality would get reflected in his mixed up hormones in the worst possible way), and 3) Boomer would be the white knight who would complain and cry and eventually flip out Bubblevicious style about why none of the girls were dating himmmmmm and whyyyyy oh my goddddd he was so niiiiice to themmmmm so because of that THE THOTS MUST PAY! 🤣 They are the examples of “toxic masculinity,” like… true toxic masculinity. They canonically thrive on the toxicity. That’s why attacks against it weaken them! It‘s never suddenly changed their bad behavior for good ever. They could be beaten again and again and, instead of accepting that maybe their worldviews are bad, maybe applying some self-introspection to their awful ways and adopt any sort of good behavior, they would always ultimately double down. In the fic world, they’re grown guys, and they should know better, but it would be against their basic canon nature to want to.

…again, I’m not trying to be a downer on anyone who indulges in it, this is just an explanation of why I really can’t gel with it and just my thought process behind why that is/how I think they’d actually act. The popular depiction of them as ultra hottie bad bois who secretly have true hearts of gold under all the blatant misogyny just feels so untrue to canon to me that suspending my disbelief whenever I see the kajillion fics and fanart out there of them successfully winning the girls’ hearts is… tough.

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Digimon Survive Week

Day 5 Relationships

This day's thing was supposed to be a silly little doodle about Kaito slowly taking over the role of being Shuuji’s older brother but you get two heartfelt minifics instead.

Relationship With Others

This is a snippet from a longer fic but still makes sense without context.

Dracmon looks up at him from the floor, big eyes full of sorrow.

"You can't just be angry anymore Kaito. Look where your anger leads you."

The defeat stings worse than the bruises on his knuckles. Losing over and over and over even when he wins the fight. "I don't know what else I can be."

"Well you love 'em don'cha? You love 'em, and you're angry 'cause they got hurt." His partner smiles at him. “You say you only know how to be angry, I say it's time you let other feelings take the reins.”

"Dracmon." There’s no words that can let him know what he really feels. So he lifts his partner off the floor and embraces him, sharp edges and all. "Thank you."

"You protect them like you do Miu,” Dracmon gives him the command as he wraps his arms around Kaito’s neck. “You protect 'em, 'cause there's no one else who can."

Relationship With Self

CW: self-harm

This is a snippet from my soulmate AU. Spoilers for true path under the cut.

What the f*ck do you want?

These were the words that appeared on the skin of Kayama Shuuji on the day he turned six years old. A day that every child looks forward to. The day that the universe gifts them the first words of their best friend, their partner, their forever person. His brother laughs. "Don't worry about it, soulmates just means you’re always going to be in each other's lives.” His brother slaps his shoulder, “Hey, maybe you’ll be enemies forever. It’s pretty rare, you know. You should be glad about that.”

But this six year old didn’t want enemies. He just wanted a friend.

Shuuji looks at the brand new words on his forearm; this bitter gift from the universe. He hoped that at least one person in this whole world would want him. But maybe, the world didn’t want him either.

The child he was is reflected in Lopmon’s shining eyes. He looks so small like this. Six years old. Begging to be loved.

He thinks of the scars littering the skin of his arms, his legs. Sees Lopmon hurting on the ground, scared, alone, defeated. So much like himself. Suddenly the words he’d tried to scratch out seems so insignificant. All his hopes and dreams and loves went to the imaginary person he thought would rescue him. He’d left no love for himself. No room for it, not amongst the debris left in the wake of every verbal beating. Every time his mind was scrambled from one reality to the next. But maybe, all this time - maybe he was the only one who could rescue himself. (Maybe he’s the only one who could ever love someone as unlovable as him).

I’ve hated you for so long. He thinks poisoned thoughts toward his reflection. You were always so useless. That’s why your dad hates you. That’s why your brother doesn’t care.

His cheek smarts from the punch that woke him from his nightmares. Keeps him awake and on track now amongst the danger. He looks at Lopmon, at his younger self reflected in those trembling watery eyes. And sees the kindling hope in danger of being dashed. He still remembers the day that hope in him was killed. It feels so long ago now.

He thinks there might have been a time he even liked the boy he was. He was braver then, back before the defiance was beaten out of him and he could no longer stand up on his own two feet. But Lopmon isn’t him, as much as the trembling and the fear and softness of his voice and the kindness in his eyes looks exactly like Shuuji’s worst secrets. Lopmon still has a chance.

"Lopmon."

Shuuji

"I want to be strong. Strong enough to protect everyone. Protect you… from people like me."

He thinks he sees his younger self in Lopmon’s smile.

They win the fight. Lopmon floating towards him with the brightest grin. He catches his boy, the one that never stopped yearning for love. He catches Lopmon and holds him tighter than he's ever held on to anyone. Lopmon holds him too. And for the first time in his life, Shuuji feels wanted.

@surviveweek

#digimon survive #digimon #survive week #kayama shuuji #my son #digimon suvive week #shinonome kaito #my children #dracmon #lopmon #day 5 #soulmate au

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Radio NET Bulgaria (November 27, 2022)

23:56 NICK COLIONNE - Nite Train 23:52 ZOLBERT - On My Way 23:48 BLUEY - Back Here Again 23:43 DAVID GARFIELD - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 23:39 THE SAX PACK - The Pack Is Back 23:34 KOOL&KLEAN - Dream Weaver 23:31 DON VINO - Worried (Feat. Tye Platinum) 23:27 NORMAN BROWN - Up 'N' At 'Em 23:23 ERIC DARIUS - Forever Yours 23:19 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Jolly Old St. Nicholas 23:15 DAVE KOZ - Let It Free 23:10 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Now I'm on My Way 23:06 EUGE GROOVE - Movin' On 23:01 PETER WHITE - Just My Imagination 22:57 NILS - Windsurfer 22:49 DAVE ROSS - Break The Silence (Original Mix) 22:45 SILENCE OF SEPTEMBER - Sleep Of Reason 22:41 EMMA HEWITT - These Days Are Ours (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 22:37 GUSHI, RAFFUNK - Travel (Lemongrass Couch Remix) 22:31 SUNLOUNGER - Heart Of The Sun (Chill Version) 22:25 THE THRILLSEEKERS - Synaesthesia (Solarsoul Chilled Remix) 22:22 TYDI, TANIA ZYGAR - The Moment It Breaks (Original Mix) 22:15 R.I.B - I Look At Sea Horizon 22:09 GAZEEBO - Shiny Lust 22:05 SUNLOUNGER - In & Out (Chill Version) 22:00 ENVIO - Touched By The Sun (Rusch & Elusive's Chillout Mix) 21:56 IIO - Rapture (Lametta Made 2 Chill Remix) 21:52 DASH BERLIN, JONATHAN MENDELSOHN - Better Half Of Me (Acoustic Mix) 21:47 ASHENI - Only Magic (Chris Wonderful Remix) 21:42 METAHARMONIKS - Confession 21:37 SCHILLER, KATE HAVNEVIK - Don't Go 21:33 GARBAGE - Milk 21:31 SPOR - Pacifica (Acoustic Version) 21:28 KRISTER, DALBANI - Self Control 21:23 TENISHIA, ANA CRIADO - Ever True (Chill Out Mix) 21:18 LOUNGAHOLIC - Careless Whisper 21:11 LAZY HAMMOCK - Pleasures All Mine (Chill Beat Mix) 21:07 NUERA - Breathing (Chillout Mix) 21:04 GYSNOIZE - Loving You More 21:01 ALAN MORRIS, ENZO, JESS MORGAN - Tapestry Of Us (Piano Acoustic Mix) 20:55 YOGEE, TWEET, MISSY ELLIOT - Thugman (Lounge remix 2011) 20:51 ROMAN MESSER, ROBIN VANE - Someday (Paul Echo Chillout Remix) 20:48 ASKERY - With You 20:43 MANDALAY - Beautiful (7'' Canny Mix) 20:39 LEO ROJAS - Flying Heart 20:32 DELIRIUM, SARAH MCLACHLAN - Silence (Michael Woods Mix) 20:29 CHICANE, KATE WALSH - Playing Fields (Original Mix) 20:24 JOHN O'CALLAGHAN, LO-FI SUGAR - Never Fade Away 20:20 DJ OKAWARI - Luv Letter 20:16 LATE NIGHT ALUMNI - This Is Why 20:13 LOWLAND - Seven Cities 20:09 MATT DAREY, STAN KOLEV, AELYN - Follow You (Acoustic Version) 20:05 RAZ NITZAN, MARIA NAYLER - Echo Of My Soul (Chill Out Mix) 20:01 COSMIC GATE, EMMA HEWITT - Be Your Sound (Live Acoustic Version) 19:56 SMOOTH DELUXE - Wonderful Micronesia 19:51 DJ A - Let Me Love You (Andreas Agiannitopoulos Remix) 19:47 ANDY MOOR, SUE McLAREN - Fight The Fire (Masoud Chillout Mix) 19:43 ARTENOVUM - When You Fall Asleep (Slow Coach Mix) 19:38 DAVID GUETTA - The World Is Mine (Paul Mira Chillout Remix) 19:32 ASCESION - For A Lifetime (Chillout Mix) 19:27 TIFF LACEY - Show Me The Way (Acoustic Mix) 19:24 SOUND BEHAVIOUR - Comfort Zone 19:20 NASH & PEPPER, ROGUE RAVEN - Am I Wrong (Acoustic Mix) 19:15 VIVIAN LACOSTE - Ibiza Magica 19:10 CONJURE ONE - Sleep 19:06 TIGERFOREST - Take Me Home (Lemongrass Blue Ocean Remix) 19:03 JOEL HIRSCH, ROXANNE EMERY - Neon Dreams (Cinematic Version) 18:58 LISAYA - Falling (Roan Portman Chillout Mix) 18:54 NIK LLOYD - Number 1 (Acoustic Cover) 18:51 KENNY G, LOUIS ARMSTRONG - What A Wonderful World 18:46 BETSIE LARKIN, BOBINA - You Belong To Me (Sunset Version) 18:42 ESSONITA, IRINA MAKOSH - Lift Me Up (Bryan Milton Chillout Remix) 18:36 SUNLOUNGER, KYLER ENGLAND - Change Your Mind (Chill Version) 18:30 JAN VAYNE - Fruits & Passion (Armin van Buuren's Downtempo Mix) 18:26 SEVEN24 - Oasis (Original Mix) 18:22 MARGA SOL - Love Dust 18:16 TIESTO - I Will Be Here (Syntheticsax Ft. LiTa & R.I.J. Project Remix) 18:13 JOSH GABRIEL, WINTER KILLS - Forward Facing (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 18:10 JOHN DAHLBACK - Shivers (Acoustic Version) 18:04 DENIS SERGEEV, 4ONE - Merging Of Two Destiny 18:00 ASSMONKEYS, LYCK - Embrace My Heart (Bassmonkeys & Jenna Donnelly Moonlight Mix) 17:57 20EDDIE THONEICK, SHAWNEE TAYLOR - Live Your Life (Eddie Thoneick Chill Out Mix) 17:52 DA KENT DJ AT WORK, SELECTA - Take My Heart (Da Kent Dream Of You Mix) 17:47 ATB - Still Here 17:43 ROMAN MESSER, LJ AYRTEN - Break The Ice (UltraNova Chillout Remix) 17:39 OXYGENE - The Ocean (Goldtripp Remix) 17:33 KUBA - Kailash 17:27 NIGHT, FUNKAGENDA - Shogun (Mark Knight & Funkagenda's Average House Band Remix) 17:23 EVANESCENCE - My Immortal (Acoustic Version) 17:19 MIA LEMAR - Colourful Life (Photo In Lounge Remix) 17:14 MATT DAREY, ERICA DRISCOLL - Too Far (Zetandel Chill Mix) 17:08 MOUSSA CLARKE, TERRAFUNKA - She Wants Him (Dynamic Illusion Chill Mix) 17:03 MUSIC EMOTION - Believe (Jazz Fusion Mix) 17:00 UNCLUBBED, JUSTINE SUISSA - Missing 17:00 FRANK MCCOMB - Just Ride 16:55 BLUEY - Back Here Again 16:51 NILS - Shake It 16:46 BONEY JAMES - Seduction 16:42 BRENDAN ROTHWELL - Keep On Keepin' On 16:40 JOYCE COOLING - Winter Waltz 16:35 PAUL BROWN - Winelight 16:31 MEKIEL REUBEN - It's 420 Time 16:27 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Stand Together 16:23 DR. SAXLOVE - God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen 16:20 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Rejoice 16:16 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - Tribeca 16:11 WAYMAN TISDALE - I Hope You Feel It To 16:06 RHYTHM LOGIC - From the Hip 16:01 NICHOLAS COLE - Beyond the Stars (feat. Lynne Fiddmont) 15:58 RON OTIS - Stay in Your Lane 15:54 DEE BROWN - Wake Up 15:51 KEB' MO' - Better Everyday 15:46 DAVE KOZ - Surrender 15:42 FUNKTASTIC PLAYERS - You Make Me 15:37 NORMAN BROWN - Not Like You Do 15:34 PETER WHITE - How Does It Feel 15:29 JEFF KASHIWA - The Good Life 15:25 BEN TANKARD - Angels We Have Heard On High 15:20 KIM WATERS - With Open Arms 15:15 BLAKE AARON - Harmonious Funk 15:11 FREDDIE FOX - Still Lovin' You 15:07 PATRICK YANDALL - Viejo Amigo 15:02 EUGE GROOVE - Get Em Goin' 14:56 ROBERT CHRISTA - Rise & Shine 14:52 U - NAM 14:48 JEANETTE HARRIS - Let It Snow 14:44 THREESTYLE - Desert Moon 14:40 JAMES LLOYD - Moving Right Along 14:36 RICK HABANA - Aqua 14:33 LES SABLER - Sunrise 14:29 DONALD HAYES - Front Ground 14:23 BRUCE MCKENZIE - Silent Night 14:18 RICHARD ELLIOT - Corner Pocket 14:13 PATRICK LAMB - I See it in Your Eyes 14:09 JOYCE COOLING - Camelback 14:05 PAUL MESSINA & MARK R. HARRIS - Two Years On 14:00 BONEY JAMES - Without A Doubt 13:56 PAUL BROWN - Makes Me Feel So Good 13:51 MARCOS ARIEL - Green Eyes 13:46 MICHAEL LINGTON - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 13:42 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Surviving the Storm 13:39 BOBBY WELLS - My Sweet Butterfly 13:34 WAYMAN TISDALE - Never, Never Gonna Give Ya Up (feat. Toby Keith) 13:30 CHRIS GODBER - Living Water (feat. Bob Baldwin) 13:27 JAY KING - Feels So Nice 13:23 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Jingle Bells 13:19 MARK JAIMES - We'll See (feat. Peter White) 13:15 DEE BROWN - Our Summer 13:10 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Fish Grease 13:06 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Celebration 13:02 STEVE OLIVER - Chips And Salsa 12:58 JAREZ - All Of Me 12:54 DREW DAVIDSEN - Don't Delay 12:50 ANDRE DELANO - Do You Hear What I Hear 12:46 KIM WATERS - Sumthin' Sumthin' 12:41 ADAM HAWLEY - Just A Friend Of Mine 12:37 NORMAN BROWN - Feeling The Way 12:32 ROBERT HARRIS - Cool Breeze 12:28 EUGE GROOVE - Welcome To The Journey 12:24 KIMBERLY BREWER - Everyday Feels Like Christmas 12:20 PIECES OF A DREAM - Ear Candy 12:14 EVERETTE HARP - All Jazzed Up (And Nowhere To Go) 12:11 BRAD ALEXANDER - Yearning for Your Love 12:07 RICK BRAUN - Feet First 12:02 496 WEST - Boo'd Up 11:58 DAVE KOZ - A New Day 11:53 AL DEGREGORIS - Autumn Chill 11:49 BRIAN CULBERTSON - Rudolph The Red 11:45 FRANK SUTTON - After The Storm 11:40 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Air Beneath Your Wings 11:36 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Amber Skies 11:32 BLAKE AARON - Don't You Worry 'Bout a Thing (feat. Kim Scott) 11:28 MARQUEAL JORDAN - Mahogany 11:24 JULIAN VAUGHN - Silent Night 11:20 2UNES - All I Need Is You 11:15 MARION MEADOWS - Kaleidoscope 11:11 MEKIEL REUBEN - Stop Stalling 11:06 MARCUS ANDERSON - Carmel Mocha 11:01 PETER WHITE - Walk On By 10:57 WAYMAN TISDALE - I'll Do the Driving (feat. Brian Simpson) 10:53 PAUL TUVMAN - I'll Be Back 10:49 BRIAN LENAIR - My Favorite Things 10:45 VINCENT INGALA - Could This Be Real 10:41 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Let's Ride 10:37 DEE BROWN - Controlled Passion (feat. Merlon Devine) 10:32 KAYLA WATERS - Heaven Said (vocal) 10:28 SONIX - Cloud 9 10:24 AARON BING - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 10:18 CHAZZY GREEN - Love to Be With You 10:13 ROCCO VENTRELLA - She's Ready 10:09 BILLYRAY SHEPPARD - Take Flight 10:05 KIM WATERS - Let's Do This 10:00 NILS - Hey Ya 09:56 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Superpassion 09:52 ROBERT HARRIS - Search Me 09:47 STEVE OLIVER - Deck The Halls 09:42 GEREY JOHNSON, RAMON YSLAS - Oceano 09:37 GTF - Spanish Steps 09:33 WALTER BEASLEY - Come On Over 09:29 KOOL&KLEAN - Beautiful Surprise 09:25 CAROL ALBERT - Gemini Sun 09:21 HANK BILAL - The Christmas Song 09:17 AL DEGREGORIS - Tranquility 09:13 JACKIEM JOYNER - Say I Do 09:08 JAY KING - Soulful Bossa Nova 09:03 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Cleared for Takeoff 09:00 MICHAEL ROSS - Bumpin' on Sundown 08:56 GEN SAX - Trapped in the Beat 08:52 BEN TANKARD, KIRK WHALUM - Reach Out And Touch 08:47 KHARI, CABRAL, JIVA - Show Me The Way 08:44 KIM WATERS - A Song for Dana 08:40 ELENA IOUROVA - Autumn Leaf Fall Again 08:37 NEIKA SIMONE - Beautiful Moments 08:33 JEFF GOLKIN & FOREVER LOVE - We Have Love Tonight 08:29 PETER HEROLD - Still the One 08:25 PAUL BROWN - Moment by Moment 08:20 STEVE OLIVER - White Christmas 08:17 NILS - Night in the Algarve 08:13 VINCENT INGALA - Disco Sax 08:08 MARCUS ANDERSON - No Worries 08:03 MARCIA MIGET - Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay 08:00 BROOKE ALFORD - Shine 07:58 MARSHALL CHARLOFF - HipNautic 07:53 GREGG KARUKAS - Lost In Negril 07:50 PETER WHITE - Moonlight Montreal 07:46 BILLY EVANS - She Makes Me Smile 07:41 SHAKATAK - Silent Night 07:37 RICHARD ELLIOT - Melrose Diner 07:33 ED CALLE - Where the Rainbow Ends 07:29 BLUEY - You Are the One 07:25 JEFF RYAN - We Can Work It Out 07:21 ELAN TROTMAN - Brighter Days Ahead (feat. Adam Hawley) 07:19 JOYCE COOLING - Winter Waltz 07:15 MICHAEL LEMMO - Smoove 07:11 HERB PARTLOW - Another Interlude 07:08 CHRIS BIG DOG DAVIS - It's All Love 07:04 GREGORY FIELDS - In The Moment 07:00 JC SOL - Our Groove 06:56 GEREY JOHNSON, RAMON YSLAS - Oceano 06:51 KENNY NIGHTINGALE - New Day 06:48 BEN TANKARD, PAUL JACKSON JR. - Rainy Sunday 06:44 NORMAN BROWN - The Christmas Song 06:40 JASON PETERSON DELAIRE - Nightcap 06:36 DAVE BAKER - California Dreaming (feat. Rich Kurtz & Walter Runge) 06:32 CASTELLA - So Glad I Met You 06:28 CHAN HALL, TONY CRADDOCK - Stay Awhile 06:25 PAUL BROWN - Hello Again 06:19 MICHAEL LINGTON - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 06:16 JOHNNY JAMES DR. J - Foolish Heart 06:12 WALTER DUDA - Invisible 06:08 REZA KHAN, NILS - Drop of faith 06:04 NILS - My Friends 06:00 NILS, STEVE COLE - California 05:59 SHAUN LABELLE - Spin Cycle 05:55 CHICO MARIO - Need You In My Life (feat Konstantin Klashtorni) (Smooth Mix) 05:51 VINCENT INGALA - T.L.C. (Tender Lovin' Care) 05:47 MARION MEADOWS - The First Noel 05:44 CAROL ALBERT - Stronger Now 05:40 PHILIPPE SAISSE - And So But Then 05:35 MARCUS ANDERSON - Addictive Love 05:30 SERGEY CHIPENKO - All For You 05:26 HERB ALPERT - You Are So Beautiful 05:22 RONNY SMITH - Christmas Time is Here 05:18 GREGG KARUKAS - Chasing The Wind 05:14 PETER WHITE - Play Your Guitar For Me 05:09 RICHARD ELLIOT - Moomba 05:05 ED CALLE - What You Won't Do for Love 05:00 EVERETTE HARP - Don't Look Any Further 04:57 BALANCE9 - 110 at Night 04:53 COLORS IN MOTION - The Paradise (feat. Bill Joseph Flynn) 04:48 RJC (Rhythm & Jazz Coalition) - Best Part 04:46 SYLVIA BENNETT - Wrap You Up For Christmas 04:43 SIMPLY RED - So Not Over You 04:38 BOBBY LYLE - Spirit Song 04:34 D.A. SCOTT - We as One 04:29 PIECES OF A DREAM - Livin' The Life 04:26 NELSON GARCIA - East Coast Drive 04:22 ANDRE DELANO - Jolly Old Saint Nicholas 04:18 PAUL BROWN - Mr. Cool 04:13 REBECCA ANGEL - Just the Two of Us 04:09 DEAN JAMES - Brighter Days 04:05 DENNIS MURPHY - Samba Monterey 04:00 JS FLOYD - Walk The Dog 04:00 NILS - All Roads Lead to You 03:55 JACKIE'S NEW CAR - Jackie's New Car 03:51 VINCENT INGALA - Echoes of the Heart 03:47 BEN TANKARD - Away In A Manger 03:44 CAROL ALBERT - Paradigm Shift 03:38 BLACK GOLD MASSIVE - Let It Flow (Sausalito Calling) 03:34 LIN ROUNTREE - Amazing Love 03:29 H ALLAN - All Along the Watchtower, Stairway to Heaven 03:26 MARCUS ANDERSON - Vanilla Mocha 03:22 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - Bianco Natal 03:18 BENNETT B - Show Your Love 03:14 WALTER BEASLEY - Come On Over 03:09 ROB SABADO - I Just Wanna Hang Around You 03:04 GREGG KARUKAS - Healing Song 03:00 PETER WHITE - Windy City 02:59 RICHARD ELLIOT - Metropolis 02:55 ED CALLE - River of Dreams 02:49 BOB BALDWIN - Get Over It 02:45 DR. SAXLOVE - Let It Snow 02:41 TOM BRAXTON - Lookin' Up 02:37 J.J. SANSAVERINO - Midnight Fizz 02:32 MEKIEL REUBEN - Stop Stalling 02:28 SERGEY CHIPENKO, DAVE KOZ - Kindness (Remastered 2021) 02:24 DESMOND MEYER - Lickamore 02:19 BRIAN BROMBERG - Feliz Navidad 02:15 PAUL BROWN - My Funny Valentine 02:12 DAVID DAVIS - Back & Forth 02:09 SLIM MAN - 3 AM 02:04 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Do You Remember (feat. Michael Lington) 02:00 RAY OBIEDO - A Thousand Reasons 01:58 JOHN NOVELLO - I Can't Stop My Heart 01:54 NILS - The Hump 01:50 VINCENT INGALA - Coast to Coast 01:46 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Joy to the World 01:42 CAROL ALBERT - Magic Mirror 01:37 REZA KHAN, JEFF KASHIWA - Gathering 01:34 RON OTIS - Kiss Me 01:29 JAZZ IN PINK - Come For Me 01:25 MARCUS ANDERSON - Karsen's Song 01:20 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Santa Clause Is Coming To Town 01:16 DAVID BROUSSARD - Stardust 01:13 DAVE SERENY - Talk To Me 01:09 JACKIEM JOYNER - When You Smile 01:04 GREGG KARUKAS - Our Love Is On The Faultline 01:00 HAVILLA KING - Morning Soul 00:59 LOWELL HOPPER - No Turning Back 00:55 2UNES - Rain Forest 00:52 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN, JULIAN VAUGHN - Make You Feel 00:48 KIM WATERS - My Christmas Wish 00:44 GARY HONOR - Southern Exposure 00:40 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Don't Stop 00:35 PETER WHITE - Soul Embrace 00:31 RICHARD ELLIOT - Slam 00:27 ED CALLE - I Say a Little Prayer 00:22 STEVE OLIVER - The Christmas Song 00:18 CHILLAXING JAZZ KOLLEKTION - Wherever I Go 00:14 PAUL BROWN - Strollin' 00:09 BILL MCGEE - Stay 00:04 KEITH SLATTERY - Before the After 00:00 MARK HARRIS II - Pocket Change (feat. Bernard Harris)

#Radio NET Bulgaria #Smooth Jazz #Chillout #Lounge #Downtempo #Ambient #Trance #2022 #November 2022

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year2000electronics · 2 years

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☕ those funky subway conductors from black n white

i think its so cool how theyre so autistic and i love that everyone i see posting about em is like. Embracing that? like i have my own Neurodivergent Guy Character but it makes me verrrry happy to see like. ingo and emmet posts on the dash where people are like 'omg im bad at smiling just like ingo! omg emmet is scripting!' like fucking.... hell yeah man. these characters make people happy.

also ingo with a goatee does something to me. its the goatee entirely sorry

#mothra answers

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Ghosted (Emily x Reader)

Request 1: sonnett where reader is really good friends with a goalie(your choice) and sonnett gets jealous because reader and goalie play for the same club and Emily is in Europe. Do she goes to Lindsey and reader thinks Emily is going to breakup with her and pushes her closer to the goalie and it’s a whole shit show

Request 2: Can you do a Emily Sonnett imagines where her and the reader are together but the reader use to date someone else on the team ( you can chose) and the comments gets to Emily. And the Reader shows Emily how much she loves her?

Request 3: Something with Jane Campbell please

Author’s Note: I thought these three would work very well together, so I combined them. Also, this one takes an interesting turn in the end and if you look closely enough there are hints to a very interesting dynamic and why reader and jane wouldn’t work out. Let me know what you think. I live for interactions and stuff. They help to keep me motivated.

It had been one hell of a year. It had started with both you and your girlfriend getting zero notice when the thorns traded her to Orlando and you to Houston. Then you had been trapped on opposite ends of the country due to the pandemic. That distance only got bigger when she decided to go to Sweden when Orlando pulled out of the challenge cup.

But the two of you had made it work. Well, at least you thought you had made it work. apparently, Emily thought differently, if the silent treatment you had gotten the second you stepped into camp 3 hours ago was anything to go by.

Hell, she wouldn’t even look in your direction. All you wanted was to hold your girlfriend (cause you hadn’t seen her in person in almost 6 months) and it felt like she didn’t even give a fuck that you were there. And Lindsey intercepted you every time you tried to get close.

You smiled as you approached your blond girlfriend, leaning on the squat rack next to her. Normally you’d wrap your arms around her and kiss her neck, but you didn’t want to overstep with this weird tension happening between you.

“Hey Em, wanna partner?” you asked softly, almost shyly.

Emily didn’t even turn to acknowledge you.

“I’m already with Linds,” She said tensely. Since when had she been so on edge around you?

You frowned, your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to understand what was happening between you and your girlfriend. You glanced down at your shoes, suddenly finding them very interesting.

“Oh, maybe-“ You started, poking the squat rack with your shoe. You looked up, only to find that Emily had already walked away and joined Lindsey on the other side of the gym.

You sighed, finishing your thought into the blank air around you. “we could do dinner or something later. Guess not,”

You blew out a long breath, willing yourself to hold back the tears. She didn’t even wait to see what you were going to say. Your eyes followed her as she hugged the blond midfielder and laughed loudly at whatever she was saying. It was like a knife in your heart.

“What’s going on with you and Miss Sweden?” Hands on your shoulders and the voice right next to your ear should have made you jump, but you were too used to Jane’s scare tactics.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged the keeper off of you, your gaze never leaving Emily. “Honestly, I have no clue,” You sighed deeply. She had never been like this with you before, and you definitely hadn’t expected your reunion to go like this.

“Maybe it’s just jet lag. You know how she gets when she doesn’t get enough sleep,” Jane shrugged, poking at your dimples, trying to get you to laugh. You batted her hand away.

“The question is how you know that,” You said, sending her a scathing look.

She smirked impishly, wiggling her eyebrows. “I live with you, remember?”

You dramatically rolled your eyes, shoving your best friend. “I don’t think You’d ever let me forget,”

The only good thing about your trade to the dash was that you got to hang out with your best friend every day. You and Jane had known each other since college and instantly hit it off as friends. When you had been traded, Jane also just happened to be looking for a roommate and things had worked out pretty well.

“Well, if you’re still looking for a dinner date, I’m free tonight,” Jane hummed, wrapping an arm around you again.

“Been there, done that,” You scoffed playfully, shoving her again, but she didn’t let go of you this time.

So maybe the two of you had tried in college. It was more of a fling than anything else, and it had mutually ended on great terms. You loved each other, but you weren’t in love and that was alright. You decided you were way better off as friends than lovers and left it at that. Plus, you had kinda fallen insanely hard for a certain blond cavalier.

“Not that kind of date,” She giggled, letting you shove her ways this time (definitely taking note of how your lips ticked up and patting herself on the back for clearing some of the clouds on your sunny personality away).

“Whatever you say, now shut up and spot me,”

The two of you were so caught up that you didn’t see the annoyed blue eyes following you from across the room, or the clenched fists and jaw that would have told you exactly what the issue with your girlfriend was.

*****

You tried to smile as you entered the dining room, hoping that you would finally have the chance to get to the bottom of whatever was bothering your girlfriend.

You spotted her from across the room, seated at a table with Rose, Sam, and Mal. You released a breath that you didn’t know you were holding at the absence of a certain blond midfielder. Emily had been attached to her side, and watching them was like a knife in your chest, every interaction a slice at what felt like the tiny thread keeping your relationship together.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” You asked as you approached the table, stopping short of the seat next to your girlfriend.

She tensed, and you noted how her jaw clenched with furrowed eyebrows. She opened her mouth, but before she could respond another body slid between the two of you.

“Yeah, it is,” Lindsey said firmly, setting her plate down right in front of the seat in question. You frowned, and your fingers tightened around your plate. You bit your lip in an attempt to not say the thing that was on your mind. Despite how pissed off you were with the woman, she was your friend too.

You glanced around the table that was now awkwardly staring at you, your eyes landing on an empty seat next to Mal and across from Emily.

“Alright, what about that one?”

“Taken too,” Lindsey said shortly with a shrug. Mal glared at her. “No, it’s not, sit Y/n,”

The team was growing tired of the tension between you, and how sad you looked.

“Thanks,” You mumbled, sliding in beside Mal.

Silence fell over the table, and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. You never felt so unwelcome around your friends before.

“Well I better get going,” Emily said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, shoving the chair back and abruptly standing. Lindsey stood up next to her, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. Your chest ached at the hand placement and how Emily leaned into her.

You shot up too, clearing your throat and extending your hand. “Wait Em, I thought maybe we could talk after dinner?” You said, desperation clear in your voice. The table had never heard you like this before, had never seen a crack in your typically cool and unfailingly in control exterior.

“She’s already got plans,” Lindsey said with an eye roll, and Emily seems to tuck herself further into the taller midfielder. You gulped down the defeat and desperation threatening to crawl out of your chest.

“Oh, um maybe I could join you then?” You asked hopefully.

“Private plans Y/n.” Lindsey snapped, already beginning to guide Emily out of the room, seemingly careless to what you had to say. The blond defender didn’t even give you the courtesy of eye contact as she left.

“Sure, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then. I love you, Emily,” You called after their backs, watching them go.

Everything in you seemed to deflate. It felt like she was leaving with a piece of you like she didn’t even care you were crumbling behind her. You didn’t try to stop the tears as they fell this time, slumping miserably back into your seat.

A warm presence knelt next to you, and soft but calloused hands gently wiped the tears burning down your face.

You met the keeper’s concerned blue eyes and allowed her to pull you into her strong embrace, hiding your face in her neck.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” You sobbed. Jane rubbed large circles on your back with one hand and squeezed you tight with the otherHands-onother hand was trying to hold your broken pieces together.

“I don’t know either,” She said, kissing the side of your head.

You missed Emily pausing at the door to send you one last look, but Jane didn’t. Her eyes bored into the blond defender. If she thought she could just jerk you around like this with no consequences then she had another thing coming.

Jane wasn’t romantically attracted to you, but you were her best friend and she wasn’t about to let you continue to get hurt. Emily might be able to avoid you, but she wouldn’t be able to avoid Jane, the keeper would make sure of it.

****

“Alright cut the Bullshit Sweden, you’ve been ignoring Y/n for a week. What the fuck is your problem,” Jane growled, stepping into the nearly empty locker room and glaring at your girlfriend. She knew you could more than take care of yourself, but this had gone on long enough.

Emily tensed at the new presence, back straightening and eye going wide. She hadn’t bet on the head of the Houston department of defense to get involved.

“Fuck off Campbell,” Lindsey said back, stepping so she was standing protectively in front of her best friend.

“I will not because your best friend there is hurting my best friend,” Jane took another step towards the duo, puffing out her chest.

“Yeah right, she’s barely even noticed,” Emily scoffed, crossing her arms like a petulant child.

“See, I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that considering she’s cried herself to sleep every night since she’s been here,” Jane said, taking another terrifying step forward, stabbing her finger wildly into the air.

She had been the one to hold you while you sobbed yourself to sleep because you were sure Emily had fallen out of love with you. The one who watched you agonize over every interaction you had with your girlfriend leading up to camp, trying to find where you had gone wrong. The one who listened to you degrade yourself for apparently driving Emily away and right into Lindsey’s arms. She was watching as you literally ripped yourself apart over this.

“And what, You didn’t enjoy comforting your new girlfriend?” Lindsey scoffed loudly, shoving Jane’s hand (which was practically touching her chest) away.

“What?” Jane asked shocked.

Emily peeked over Lindsey’s shoulder, scowling at the keeper. Anyone with eyes knew what they meant. “Look, I know she’s cheating so you can both drop the friends act,”

Jane oils to help the laugh that bubbled out of her lips. God, Emily was clueless if she thought you two were anything more than friends. Sure you had tried in college, but there weren’t romantic feelings there. You both wanted such different things out of a partner and agreed that you were better off as friends. Emily was your person, and Jane would be damned if anyone said anything different.

“You’re out of your fucking mind if you think she wants anyone but you and if you weren’t so far up Horan‘s ass you would know that. If you wanna break up with her to date Miss Portland then grow some balls and do it, but don’t you dare try and ghost the sweetest person in the world,”

“You would love that wouldn’t you?” Emily spat.

Jane rolled her eyes. “No, because it would hurt her more than you already have. She loves you, and I thought you loved her. If you do, then you should show it,”

Emily seemed to soften at Jane’s words. She did love you, more than life itself. She really had to talk this whole thing out with you. Jane didn’t give her a chance to respond, deciding that storming off to find you and make sure you were ready for practice was a more productive use of time (she would never admit that it scared her a little to leave you alone these days).

*****

Emily wasn’t a jealous person. At least she tried not to be. But it was really fucking difficult when it came to you and your friendship with Jane. Well, it was difficult in the beginning, when she had you next to her, but with you so far away it was nearly unbearable.

She hadn’t minded that the Dash moved you into Jane’s apartment, but then the comments started and they wouldn’t leave her alone. Instead of turning to you, talking it out with you, she had gone running to her own best friend. And in her effort to run from the fear that you wouldn’t choose her, she had hurt you in the process.

She watched you from across the field, taking in the slight tilt of your head and slump of your shoulders. You smiled tightly at the keeper as she approached you, but Emily could tell that it didn’t reach your eyes, even from across the field. She also knew it wasn’t the blinding smile you saved solely for her. How hadn’t she noticed it before?

“Jane was a little crude but she’s right you know,” Lindsey said, wrapping an arm around Emily’s shoulder, her eyes easily finding you.

She felt bad about how Emily was treating you.

“About which part?” Emily asked, raising her eyebrow and crossing her arms. Jane had said a whole lot, and she couldn’t find it within herself to disagree with them. It was childish to ignore you, and for her to be oblivious to your obvious feelings.

“Don’t play dumb,” Lindsey scoffed, pinching Emily’s side a little harder than necessary. She didn’t like being the middleman between the two of you. You were her friend too after all.

Emily sighed crossing her arms a little tighter around herself. “I know. I need to talk to talk to her,”

“I’m sure when she finds out what’s bothering you, there’ll be a whole lot more than talking. Isn’t communication one of those rules between the two of you?” Lindsey asked with a smirk, laughing loudly when Emily shoved her. The team knew about your relationship… dynamic and Lindsey was sure Emily was in for it when you realized exactly why the defender had broken your most sacred agreement.

“Shut up,”

Emily’s cheeks flavored up at the implication. He was sure you’d come up with a very… creative… way to aid her in expressing her feelings next time and show her how much you loved her when you found out what this whole thing was about.

*****

You watched Emily very carefully from your perch on the end of the bed. She had dragged you here right after practice, and as soon as the door closed the words were pouring out of her lips.

You sat quietly, letting her finally get out the emotions she had been keeping from you for so long. She explained how the comments on Houston’s latest photo of you and Jane had started this whole shit show, and how terrified she was that you would decide you didn’t want to deal with the distance.

You let her pace back and forth as she told you about how she didn’t want to confront the issue, so she thought ignoring you would be a better course of action. It didn’t give you a chance to tell her that you didn’t want to be with her anymore.

She finally paused, turning to look at you with wide tearful eyes, wringing her hands nervously in front of her.

“I don’t have romantic feelings for Jane,” You said seriously, looking your girlfriend right in the eyes. You wanted her to know how true those words were. She knew that tone and had this been a different conversation it would have sent a chill down her spine.

“I know I just-“ She started, but you cut her rambling off an eyebrow raise and your firm voice“Got jealous and thought that cutting your losses was better than coming to me,”

It was a rule in your relationship- communication was king. The only way things got done was if you talked about them. You talked through every aspect of your relationship, every like and dislike, every limit and desire. This situation broke every rule you had established and that didn’t sit well with you. You couldn’t be the only one initiating (or trying to), she had to do it too (especially if she was uncomfortable with something) for this whole thing to work. It scared you a little that she had just shut down and run off to Lindsey.

Emily nodded slightly, staring a hole in your shirt.

“I thought you had moved on already,” She mumbled.

You stood from the bed, gently using a finger to tilt her head so you could look her in the eyes. You raised an eyebrow. “So you got cozy with Lindsey to make me feel as jealous as you were and then wouldn’t respond to me as punishment?”

“I’m sorry, I just thought it would hurt less,” She mumbled, captivated by your y/e/c eyes and the little swirl of deeper emotion hidden inside.

You nodded. stepping closer so your noises were almost touching and gently grasping her shoulders. “I love you Emily Ann Sonnett, even when you’re being a dumbass and ghosting me,”

She could feel your breath fanning over her lips, only adding to the weight of your words.

“I love you too,” Emily said, and you could see the truth to her words in her blue eyes.

You smirked. “I know,”

You leaned down and finally connected your lips. She grabbed your collar and pulled you closer, pouting all of her emotions into the kiss, trying to show you how much she loved you and how sorry she was for hurting you.

Your lips moved together in a very familiar dance, slow and full of all of the emotions between you. At some point, you had flipped the two of you around so Emily was seated on edge of the bed. You pulled back and began to trail kisses down your girlfriend’s neck.

She tilted her head to give you more room, sighing and moaning as you trailed your way down her chest, stomach, and thighs, placing kisses as you went until you were kneeling between her legs. Your fingers toyed with the waistband of her pants, an annoying cocky smirk plaster on your face when she whined that you were going too slow.

“No, no baby girl. We’re going to work on your communication skills, so I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me exactly what you want,”

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine

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madelineorionswan · 2 years

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The new Potters

Chapter 6: Brace yourselves!

Summary: After what seemed like only a day to Harry, Y/N's due date is fast approaching. But let's just say, baby James, can't sit still.

Warnings: Fluff, crying, mentions of delivery, multiple POVs, premature delivery.

A/N: I know you guys can't see me but I am literally sobbing as I write this. This is too fluffy and hits me right in the heartstrings. I hope that you all feel the same level of fluffy. Harry requires all the love and floof. Also, this is pretty crappy.

Reader's POV

"I can't wait to see our little peanut!" Harry almost squealed, hugging me from behind.

I laughed out. Honestly, I knew Harry was a bit clingy and that went up quite a lot through my first trimester. But GOSH, did he get even more clingy. He wouldn't let me go anywhere without him. But I would be lying if I said that I didn't like his longing hugs and sudden kisses.

"Even I can't Harry but, could you stop...strangling me?"

"Oh sorry love," Harry murmured shyly and reluctantly let go of me.

After I finished making breakfast, Harry carried the plates out to the dining room. When I arrived he pulled out the chair for me.

I giggled and was about to sit down when all of a sudden, Harry sat down and pulled me gently onto his lap.

"What are you doing sweetheart?" I giggled as Harry pulled me closer into his embrace and buried his face into the crook of my neck.

"Want to be close to you," He mumbled, making me giggle more.

We both silently had our breakfast, Harry occasionally rubbing my swollen belly.

Just as I was about to get up, Harry suddenly yet carefully scooped me up.

"Uhm you do know that I can walk myself,"

"Darling, your pregnant, I'm not letting you walk, you could get hurt or something,"

I shook my head playfully. He really was protective, but it melted my heart. Harry carefully set me down on the couch. He then adjusted the cushions just how I liked them.

"Ok now, Y/N do you need anything?"

"I could use a good boo-"

Before I could even finish, Harry had dashed inside and came back with a stack of books.

"Didn't know which one you'd like so I got 'em all."

I smiled and pulled him for a kiss.

"Thank you Haz,"

His face was beaming as he sat down beside me, gently laying his head on my belly. I ran my fingers through his messy raven locks and he sighed.

"Hey there buddy, I hope you don't give your mum a hard time. We can't wait to see you,"

My smile widened as I looked lovingly at the man who I was proud to call the love of my life, the father of my unborn son. I got a little teary-eyed as I continued to observe him place a kiss on my belly, ever so gently.

"Love why are you crying, did I hurt you?" Harry asked anxiously, wiping the tears that had fallen on my cheeks.

"No," I whispered softly, cupping his face, "You did everything right,"

Harry bestowed me with a soft smile, before kissing me sweetly. We laid in each other's arms for the rest of the morning, Harry talking occasionally to James jr. It was safe to say that this was one of the best mornings I had experienced.

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I was in my 8th month and it was clear that James jr. couldn't be more excited to be out of me.

I was sitting on our bed as Harry chatted animatedly with my belly. I giggled slightly seeing his face light up with joy, as he felt the baby kick.

"We've got a little quidditch player haven't we?" Harry chuckled.

"It gets a little annoying if he's kicking every few minutes," I gasped as I felt him kick me again.

Harry kissed me softly and then kissed my belly. Getting out of bed, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me downstairs. He really was a gentleman.

Setting me down on the couch he went back inside. I was humming softly when all of a sudden I felt wetness between my legs.

I scrambled off the couch, but more liquid started to trickle down my legs. Just then I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

Oh no no-no-no. This couldn't be happening. I wasn't due until a month! I looked up to see Harry frozen in his place near the door frame, clearly very scared.

Harry's POV

I had just come back with a few cushions. Suddenly I heard a gasp come from the living room. I dropped the cushions and rushed outside but froze when I saw what had happened.

Y/N's face was pale as she looked underneath her. Her water must have broken. We soon made eye contact.

"H-harry!" she whispered panic-stricken. I felt myself panicking like crazy. But I rushed to her side.

"Hey love breathe for me, it'll be alright, I'm here," I whispered, running my hands through her hair.

I frantically pulled out my wand and sent a Patronus to Hermione's house, praying that she would come to St. Mungos as soon as she could.

"Harry we need to go to the hospital," Y/N groaned.

I nodded and we both flued to the hospital. We were lucky to bump into Y/N's healer the moment we entered the hospital.

She took us to a room, told us to get comfortable and left. I held onto Y/Ns hand, nodding to let her know that she could squeeze my hand as hard as she needed.

I knew we both were in for a ride.

Hermione's POV.

I was having a regular morning relaxing when I heard the gushing of wind. I looked up just in time to see a silvery stag, enter the kitchen.

"Y/N's in labour. Come to St. Mungos," The stag soon drifted out through the window, vanishing into thin air. I got up from the settee and hurried inside where I saw my husband Ron fumbling about the closet.

I groaned. He really was annoying sometimes.

"RON!!!"

Author's POV

Ron whirled around to see a very exasperated Hermione huff.

"What?"

"Well if you haven't seen the patrons that entered the house, Y/N is in labour, send out a Patronus!!"

Bloody hell! well, why didn't you say so?" Ron rushed outside and sent patronuses to Grimmauld place and the burrow respectively.

The two then proceeded to flu to the hospital, where they immediately bumped into Ginny.

"I came as soon as I heard," she said, out of breath. Hermione only nodded in response and sat down with Ginny.

One by one all of the Weasleys arrived at St. Mungos. But the wait seemed quite agonising to them. All of them were engaged in conversation when all of a sudden someone apparated and bumped into Molly, making everyone turn their heads.

"BLOODY HELL, I'M NOT LATE AM I? OH NO DID I MISS SOMETHING?!?! I WAS STUCK IN THE FIREPLACE FOR A FULL HOUR AND THEN THE DOOR GO-"

"Now now Sirius you can calm down, It's alright you haven't missed anything," Molly patted the messy raven-haired man's shoulder, making him calm down slightly."

"Sorry Molly it's just that, I've already missed so much in harry's life I just can't afford to miss such a big moment," Sirius took steadying breathes as he kept on pacing.

"Well, guess you're just in time,"

Everyone whirled around to see Harry, his face beaming. His cheeks were wet and it was evident he had just finished crying.

"Harry dear," Molly hugged Harry tightly, as he returned the affection as best as he could.

"So, you all ready to see him?"

Everyone smiled and nodded, carefully following Harry into the room.

Reader's POV

It was finally over! After a lot of blood, sweat and tears (literally!), he was finally here. After delivering our little pumpkin and the umbilical cord was cut, the nurses took him away to clean him.

I started feeling anxious, I knew the dangers of premature births. Tears started stinging my eyes at the possibility of losing our little baby. I looked up to see Harry still gripping my hand. His eyes were glossy and I knew he was thinking about the same things as me.

I gave his hand a subtle squeeze making him lookup.

"Hey, he's a fighter, just like his dad, I know he'll make it," I smiled. However many doubts I had in my mind, this was a thing I knew and I wasn't going to stop believing in it.

"You're the one who endured 6 hours of labour I should be the one supporting you," Harry scoffed slightly, but a smile was making itself known on his face.

But just I'd believed it, the healers soon entered the room with a bundle of towels; our bundle of joy.

"Congratulations, Mr and Mrs Potter, you've got a perfectly healthy son," The healer said handing me, James.

I started crying again but this time of joy. After 8 months of waiting he was in my arms.

"I can't believe we made him," Harry said moving the towel a little.

I turned around and saw the biggest and brightest smile on his face, one that I'd seen on the day we both got married.

"He's beautiful, just like his mum," Harry kissed me sweetly, as I smiled into the kiss.

When we pulled away, I gave him the bundle of joy. As if he was afraid that he was going to hurt James, Harry gingerly cradled him. But soon he got used to it. The expression on his was that of pure awe and love. Tears gathered in his eyes as he cuddled James lovingly.

"I love you so much buddy," Harry beamed, placing a feather-like kiss on his head.

I sighed happily, seeing the two boys who completed me. Laying back on the bed, my eyes felt heavy as the tiredness set in.

"Do you think we should call them in, that is if you're not too tired?" Harry asked, sitting down on the chair beside my bed.

I nodded tiredly as harry handed me, James. He got up and left for the Weasleys and Sirius. A few minutes later an entire family of gingers, with the occasional blonde and brunette entered. A raven-haired man followed them.

"How are you doing dearie?" Molly asked me, affectionately caressing my head softly.

"I couldn't be better Molly," I smiled gratefully.

"So, what are you going to name,?" Hermione asked earnestly.

I smiled softly and turned to Harry, nodding in approval.

"We'll call him James. James Sirius Potter." Harry smiled proudly, as he looked at Sirius.

Sirius smiled back, his eyes were glassy. He clapped Harry's shoulder and embraced him tightly. Then he moved to give me a side hug. He took one look at James jr. and his eyes brimmed with even more tears but he had a wide and earnest smile on his face.

Over the next few hours, James was passed around the room as the Weasley fawned over a mini version of us.

"Rest my love, we'll be here when you'll wake up," Harry stroked my cheek softly.

I have the best family in the world, I thought as I finally succumbed to slumber.

#harry potter #wizarding world #hogwarts #fanfiction #hp fanfic #second wizarding war #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #dad! harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #sirius black

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realcube · 3 years

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comforting you during a thunderstorm ⛈

summary: you’re not much of a scaredy-cat but you do have an immense fear of thunder storms which you didn’t tell him about. so this is how he comforts you

characters: saiki k, bokuto, suna

tw// thunderstorms, hurt/comfort

thanks to anon for the wholesome request 🥺 this reminds me of ohshc & i love it so much 💞

Kusuo Saiki

he just popped downstairs to bid farewell to his mother before she headed out to buy groceries, leaving you and him home alone

he didn’t even notice the thunderstorm, until his mom mentioned it

‘oh, i have to walk to the bus-stop in this horrible weather. is there anyway you could make it stop, ku?’

as much as he wanted to say ‘yes, but i cba. cope.’ he just blurted out a ‘no.’ before heading back up to his room

he didn’t think you were scared of anything tbh

i mean you killed a cockroach for him one time so you were basically a fearless god, in his eyes

so imagine his surprise when he walked into his room and..you were gone

he was confused for a moment until he heard faint sobs and whimpers from inside his closet

he slid the door open to reveal you cowering in the corner with your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried between them, sniffing and only moving when you had to use your hand to wipe away the tears that poured from your eyes and threatened to stain your leggings

‘i go for a minute and this is what happens-- are you crying?’

that was when you realised that saiki had entered the room once again and when you looked up, you saw his tall, daunting figure looking down at you - the glow from the lightening behind him not doing any favours as it just made him look even more unnerving

‘i don’t cry. i’m just.. excreting my eye juices. it clears your skin-- ah!’ you tried to explain but you were cut of by another boom of thunder rattle through the house

‘you’re lying.’

yeah, you knew he was a psychic so you weren’t really sure why you thought you’d be able to get the lie passed him

also, due to his psychic abilities and common sense, he figured that the thunder/lightening was the reason for your distress

saiki sighed, not really sure if he should do what he was about to but upon seeing how frightened you were and the nervous series of continuous thoughts rushing through your head...he just had to

you heard another noise which sounded rather different from thunder but it startled you none the less

you looked up at your boyfriend for comfort, only to notice that he was gone

then, you caught a glimpse of something unusual from the window

you approached it hesitantly and peered outside to see the cluster of storm clouds being swept aside like dust by some unknown force, to reveal the bright blue sky that was hiding behind it

you were in awe and although the masses probably thought this was the work of god or the wind, it didn’t take long for you to figure out that it was your psychic boyfriend who was behind it all

‘it’s gone now.’ his voice tickled your ears from behind and to say it gave you the fright of your life was an understatement

you jumped, alarmed at first but once you turned around for your eyes to meet his, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you

‘oh, yes. thank you, saiki!’ you chirped, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a tight embrace

he was a bit taken back at first but it didn’t take long for him to melt into your touch and hug back, cradling your head and patting it bc i hc that is how he hugs/cuddles

(he just wants you to feel safe with him 🥺 even though he is an OP psychic who could probably kill you if he’s not careful)

anyway, saiki will ensure that you never experience another thunderstorm for as long as you live

Kōtarō Bokuto

you already know that the first thing bokuto is going to do when he sees you cry and cuddle up next to you and cry too so you don’t feel embarrassed

but like when he comes back from the kitchen and heating the pizza he was about to eat, then he noticed you curled up under a blanket on the couch, shivering and whimpering..he drops the pizza

like he is so shocked

he didn’t want to believe that you were crying tbh

but as your bf it was his duty to comfort you

bc you always comfort him so well when he feels down and he wants to do the same for you!!

anyway, the first thing he does is join you under the blanket and cry with you for a bit

but his fake wails are so bad that you can’t help but laugh FVHIDBFA

once he notices that he’d cheered you up slightly, he’ll inquire, ‘are you scared of thunder?’

you nodded slightly, gently leaning your head on his strong shoulder, ‘a bit.’

bokuto bent his arm to pat and rub your head reassuringly, ‘but you’re so fearless, (y/n)! remember that time you went bungee jumping and even I was too afraid to do it?!’

you simply shrugged, tensing as you heard the thunder rumble through the living room

‘but anyway,’ bokuto hummed, placing a gentle kiss on your temple, ‘is there anything i can do to make you feel better?’

you shrugged once again, ‘maybe just stay with me for a bit longer, please.’

your wish was his command ✨

now there is no way he’s leaving your side until the storm passes

whether that takes a few minutes or the whole night

he’s not going to leave you even to eat the pizza he had dropped on the living room floor

and he hold you close against his chest so you know that he’s not going going anywhere

also, he started talking not only instinctively but also to drown out the sound of the thunder and redirect your attention onto him

‘and then kuroo was all like SUPRISE!! and i was all like THANKS, MAN BUT IT’S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY and then kuroo was like I KNOW!! god, he knows me so well.’

‘hey, (y/n) - we should dress up for halloween his year! kuroo and his girlfriend are doing a couples costume so i think we should do one too and out-shine them! i was thinkin’ fred and daphne except you can be fred.’

‘i was looking on five minute crafts of food the other day - don’t ask why - and some of the desserts were lookin’ kinda tasty tbh. i’ll send you the link so we can make ‘em sometime.’

‘why did you comment ‘i’ll give you my first born child in exchange for you to crush my skull with your thicc, juicy, scrumptious thighs 🤤😳’ under my instagram pic? and why does it have 1k likes?’

needless to say, you can’t be sad for too when you’re around bokuto lmao

Rintarō Suna

RAIEVABTG DON’T EVEN LIE HE’D JUST BE LIKE ‘cover your ears den lmao’

ok ok so you’re on facetime with him and thunder blares through your room - it’s so loud that even he can hear it through the phone - and you jump, immediately pulling your blankets over yourself

he was hitting his vape then he pulled away to look at his phone again and you were gone (bc you had brought your phone under the covers with you and obvs it was dark)

he could also hear your little whimpers even though you tried you best to hide them by slapping your hand over your mouth

‘doll, where’d ya go?’ he inquired, concern laced in his voice. he opened his drawer to toss his vape away but he did not avert his eyes from the screen just in case something happened

‘i’m still here. just under the covers.’ you spoke, doing your best to hide how shaky your voice was

‘why?’ he puffed, allowing the vapor to leak from his mouth and escape out to his surrounding - which was his bedroom

‘oh, no reason.’

suna knew you were lying, it wasn’t hard to tell, ‘well, if that’s the case, can you come out from the cover, doll? i wanna see your face.’

‘-no.’ you immediately replied, letting out a feeble sigh as you realised that lying wasn’t going to get you anywhere. ‘i’m just a bit afraid of the thunder, that’s all.’

suna cocked his head to the side, ‘thunder? never heard that one before.’ he said, mentally cursing himself out just as he said that since it came out a lot harsher than he intended, ‘erm, why don’t you try putting your headphones on?’ he suggested in a soft voice, trying to make up for the uncalled-for comment he made

you hummed in agreement, wondering why you didn’t think of that

momentarily tossing your duvet aside, you rushed to your desk where you black headphones were laying, you picked them up and dashed back towards your bed as if someone was chasing you, diving onto it, pulling the cover back over your head and plugging the headphones into your phone before pulling them over your ears

‘this helps a bit. thanks, suna.’

suna’s eyes widened as he slumped back against his headboard, ‘suna? what happened to babe?’

‘thanks, babe.’ you corrected yourself with a giggle

now that suna’s voice was the most prominent sound in your ears, the thunder seemed to fade into satisfying background noise

you couldn’t get over the random flashes of lightening though, those always made you yelp - and he noticed this

‘i really wish you were here right now.’ you mused, hugging your pillow to your chest to imitate what you’d to if he was here with you, ‘i’d give you all my kisses.’

‘bet.’ was the last thing you heard before he hung up on you

you were quite bummed at first but then you registered that he was probably on his way over :))

and he was!

you heard a few loud knocks on your door followed by a monotone mutter ‘let me in, i’m freezing my tits off out here.’

ofc you let him in and after you led him to your bedroom, he immediately pinned you to your bed, ‘you know what i’m here for.’

‘huh?’

he was confused for a moment but then he noticed that you still had the headphones on

he snickered, momentarily pulling one of the earpads away from your ear to say, ‘kisses.’

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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hope i’m not too late, but congratulations on getting 500 followers! i adore everything you’ve written so far, keep up the good work!

can i request an exes au with geto x f!reader? not too angsty, but whether they get back together or not is up to you 👀

You said "not too angsty" but my mind said "HIT EM RIGHT IN THE FEELS" and I don't know wHyYyYyY

Please forgive me, but this... this is the epitome of my "ex of Geto" feelings. It literally flowed out of me in two hours.

"Yes, But...": Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader

wc: 2k

tw: FLUFF AND A LIL' BIT OF ANGST

The large envelope slides from his hands to yours, and you look at the package in confusion as you open the flap.

“You want to get out of here and start fresh,” Geto begins, lacing his fingers together. You find a phone, two banking cards, and two passports inside, which is more than what you asked for. “You’ll need that.” When you open the phone, you see various apps loaded on the device - most of which are foreign to you. “Open the banking app.”

You do as your ex tells you, and see the collection of numbers (six digits) and the single comma that will change your life. You look up at the man in awe, trying to catch his black gaze as he looks outside, not speaking.

“Su, I just needed a new passport, not all of this.”

“It should put you in a good place for a few months until you get a good job. I have a friend in the States that should be able to put you up in a nice house, all paid for, of course. There’s a private school nearby so you don’t have to drive Haru there and back, just walk. And there are--”

“Suguru,” you stop him mid-sentence, placing your hand on the table to try and reach him. “We don’t need all of this. My parents are willing to--”

“I’m not sending you back to them, y/n. I want you to be independent of anyone else,” he retorts, nostrils flaring at the mention of your family. You know his frustration with your relatives comes from an honest place.

They had treated you savagely after you married into the Geto family, calling you all kinds of names and not even attending the birth of their first grandson. You weren’t sure if it was the ties to the underground that set them off or the fact that the Geto family had brought in a considerable amount of wealth and fame to your lives. Either way, you were cut off from them until you divorced Suguru due to--

“Our flight leaves at ten o’clock tomorrow,” you whisper, and Suguru shifts in his seat, sighing. “Will you come to see Haru before we go?” There’s a long pause as your ex-husband weighs his options, but you know his choice before he speaks.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he finally answers.

_____________________________________________________________

Tickets in hand, you try to keep your composure as you watch your son hold on to his father for the last time. Your other hand is captured in Suguru’s large palm, and he squeezes your fingers tenderly as you walk to the security checkpoint. While you walk, he talks to your son in gentle tones, telling him to write to him about all of the amazing things he sees and does, as well as the friends he makes, and how daddy still loves him no matter where he goes.

When he finally lets Haru down and places his Inosuke backpack around his shoulders, you turn to Geto, expecting him to say something final, something meaningful. But he doesn’t, opting to pull you into a deep embrace and kissing all over your face. “Please stay safe. Call when you make it in.”

“I will,�� you whisper, inhaling the scent of his cologne and reliving your life together in a brief flash. “I promise.”

“I love you, y/n.” You want to reply that you love him, too, that the separation wasn’t his fault - but you just nod. The feeling of tiny arms around your legs makes you look down, and you both see Haru wrapping himself around your legs, holding you two together earnestly. When he lets go, Suguru lets go, and you hoist the toddler into your arms.

“Say ‘see you later,” you tell the child and he slowly waves his hand at Suguru as you walk past the agent at the checkpoint. Haru doesn’t stop waving until he can no longer see Geto, and he also waves until he can no longer see you, finally dropping his hand to his side and wondering why he felt so empty.

_____________________________________________________________

“Today we learned about the rainbow,” Haru sings as he skips with you down the sidewalk.

“Oh, yeah?” you laugh, holding his hand as he swings back and forth.

“And we played in the dirt.” That explains the messy pants, you muse, rounding the corner to the back of your home and unlocking the fence before letting Haru run up the back porch and inside the house.

You lock the fence behind you and follow your son inside, thinking of all the things you had to do before his sixth birthday party the next day. Suguru said he would be sending a surprise - you begged him not to send the fake nichirin sword you already purchased and stowed away - so you’d have to accommodate for whatever he sent your way, which was bound to be lavish.

Among other things that he provided (a house, a car, preschool, an on-call babysitter if you wanted to go out, a nain rug you looked at once and said you liked but you weren’t sure about), Suguru also spoke to Haru every evening, which made you feel at ease. He hadn’t ceased to be in Haru’s life after you divorced, so this wasn’t out of the blue. Co-parenting with him was still easy and somewhat effortless, even thousands of miles away.

You’re still lost in thought when the doorbell rings, and Haru leaps down the stairs to answer it, despite telling him not to do that time and time again. Quickly, you sidestep the boy and open the door, forgetting to check the peephole first. If you had, it might have prevented the massive shock both you and Haru have at the sight of Suguru standing in the entryway.

“Suguru…” you whisper, and Haru immediately goes to hug his father, squeezing him tightly.

“Oh, look at you,” Suguru groans, leaning down to pick up his son. “You’ve gotten bigger since I last saw you, huh?”

“I’m two inches taller!” You shake your head at the toddler’s estimation, smiling, but still in shock. Your eyes roam over the man’s appearance. He looks just as you left him, with long hair and that gaze that could see into the deepest parts of your soul. It’s been a year, but nothing’s changed at all.

“Come on in,” you urge him, and he carries Haru inside, setting him down in the foyer. Haru dashes up the stairs to retrieve something, and you walk into the kitchen, Geto following you around and looking over his surroundings.

“It looks beautiful in here,” he murmurs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “You’ve really outdone yourself.”

“You should see upstairs,” you reply. “That’s your son’s domain.” Suguru chuckles, then places his hands on the counter behind him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise both of you,” he shrugs and you sigh.

“There’s no guest bedroom.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” he replies, and your first instinct is to balk at his suggestion and offer your bed. But you know Suguru’s considered his options already and would have gotten a hotel if he wanted to.

“Are your things--”

“In the car. I wanted to see if I was welcome first before I barged in with my stuff.” Haru reappears, holding up his drawing from school today.

“I drew this today! They told us to draw something we love,” your child smiles widely, showing his lack of a right front tooth. You peer over at the picture and see you - with a questionable hairstyle - Haru, and Geto holding hands in front of what you assume to be your house, and a grey… horse? cat? dog? off to the side. “And we have a cat. I named him Gojo after daddy’s friend.”

_____________________________________________________________

You hand Geto a pile of blankets and a pillow, hoping it would be enough to keep him warm on the couch. “You can turn the heat up downstairs if you need to,” you advise, and he nods, taking the offerings. He pauses in your bedroom, wanting to say something.

“Thank you,” he finally whispers, then walks away, leaving you in the room to contemplate your still brooding feelings for the man who walked into your home less than six hours ago.

“Wait,” you call out softly, and he returns, searching your face. “Did you get me that job at the museum?” you wonder, crossing your arms over your chest. “The head of the museum told me I came highly recommended for the Director of Curation position.”

“And if I did?” he wonders, angling his head to the left a little and frowning. You recognize his tell immediately and nod, biting the inside of your lip. “I promised to provide for you and Haru for as long as I’m alive. I’m not going to break that promise.”

Those words stay with you as you toss and turn in the bed hours later, trying to sleep. You’re failing miserably, you realize when you look at the clock, and you rise out of bed, padding downstairs to get some tea and calm down. You tiptoe past the hallway to the living room, hoping you wouldn’t wake Suguru as you heat up a cup of water.

You’ve almost succeeded in your mission when you hear a yawn and the familiar cracking of toes and ankles as Suguru walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“Can’t sleep,” you explain and he nods, pulling a chamomile tea packet from the caddy by the cabinets. He rips open the packet and hands it to you, leaning against the counter as you dunk it in the cup and watch the color seep out.

“I still remember,” Suguru whispers, recalling the nights you spent awake while you were pregnant with Haru and how the tea was the only thing that could soothe you enough to sleep. He thumbs over to the living room and you follow, settling into the couch beside him. “Nightmares? Or just insomnia?”

“Insomnia,” you reply, and he motions for you to place your feet in his lap. He begins rubbing them methodically, taking his time on the soles as you lean into the arm of the couch and sigh.

“Remember when we used to watch Jeopardy before bed and you’d fall asleep mid-answer?” he chuckles, and you shake your head, a smile pulling at your lips.

“Those were some hard nights,” you reply, and he hums thoughtfully.

“I wonder where it all went wrong.”

You both knew where it went wrong. There was no privacy, no semblance of peace, nowhere you two could go without someone knowing everything and being in your business. And adding Haru to the mix made everything worse. The breaking point came when you were playing with him in the backyard and heard the sound of a shutter capturing your every move. Suguru broke the camera and the man’s arm, but the damage had been done. The only way you could escape the limelight was divorcing him and his name, then escaping somewhere where no one cared who you were or who you used to be. Here, you were just… y/n.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be the wife you wanted,” you whisper, and Suguru shakes his head.

“No, you were - are - the wife I want. I didn’t protect you enough. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Don’t,” you urge him, setting the un-sipped tea on the coffee table. “Don’t apologize.”

“Then I won’t,” he replies, pulling you closer. “But I have to confess something.”

“Say it.”

“My family bought property nearby. I’ll be stateside more often than not.” Geto smoothes a hand across your cheek, cupping your chin as you move onto his lap slowly.

“Haru will love that,” you breathe.

“But will you love that?” he wonders, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yes, but--” He presses his lips to yours tenderly, cutting you off. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, feeling all of your shared love in that one kiss.

“Yes, but...?” he asks, pulling away and raising a brow.

“Was this your plan all along?” Suguru smiles, nipping at your bottom lip. His arm curls around your waist as he pins you beneath him, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“And if it was?”

“It’s definitely working.” Suguru hums in pleasure and continues to kiss you until you're at peace in his arms again, and fast asleep.

#getou suguru #geto suguru #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk geto #getou x reader

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: Fluff. Sap. Domesticity with a little bit of plot sprinkled in. Dash of sa(n)d, but that's to be expected at this point. It’s Tatooine, y’all.

a/n: Having not read Kenobi yet I actually have no idea how Obi-Wan’s demeanor is towards young Luke, but it’s fic so who cares. They get FAMILY VIBES

This one got away from me. Positively wrenched out of my grip and flew away, leading to the longest fic I’ve ever written, but I think the end result is so worth it. Requested by @snips-n-skyguy0501 and an anon that wanted breakfast in bed and forehead kisses — I hope your foot feels better, Sam! (Taglist)

In the slick of the heat of Tatooine, there isn’t much you could really do but sleep it off.

Even with tiny windows, the determined rays of the planet’s twin suns never failed to make their way into the small compound that had served as your sanctuary for the better part of the past half decade. You can feel the warmth of the dawn seeping in, lingering on your features, but you’re not ready to come back to the living just yet.

It’s not usually that you lay in bed for more than a couple hours past sunrise, but given the past few days, you definitely deserved it — repeated visits to the Lars homestead had acquainted you with some of their regular customers, other families that lived in the Great Chott. With Obi-Wan being the least inclined out of the pair of you to interact with anyone not in immediate danger (“saving his sociability for you,” as he called it), you’d been the one to volunteer some of your talents when you could in exchange for food or parts. This week had seen a favor to one of the couples that bought water from Owen and Beru, with you helping to repair a lower-end vaporizer that had seen shinier days.

The trips across the salt flat had inflicted more of a beating on your feet than normal, and your shoes hadn’t been enough to protect you from the coarse desert floor. You’d come home the night before looking worse for wear, left hand rubbed raw from tinkering and right foot split open by an unforgiving blister, but Obi-Wan had patched you up without hesitation and insisted that you let him wrestle your weary bones to bed.

Now, your lover lays ever-present at your back, but judging by the heavy unmoving arm strewn across you, he’s not fully up either.

Without raising your eyelids, you turn in his grasp, the weight upon you comforting despite the swelter. You hear Obi-Wan mutter something incoherent, but you pay it no mind as you crane your neck slightly in search of his face. Lips meet a bearded chin first, and a hum escapes him, louder now. Still determined in reaching your goal, you stretch, limbs awakening, but mind lagging as it tries to shake free of the clutches of slumber.

It’s a race to consciousness as Obi-Wan starts to stir as well, evidently joining you in your quest for a kiss, and finally, after a few minutes more of half-asleep fumbling, it happens — mouths moulding together blissfully, weak and sweaty from the blazing heat, but your heart flutters at the taste of him.

When you open your eyes, a blue gaze is waiting. Obi-Wan smiles at the way your noses touch, unwilling to separate much from your embrace.

“Good morning.”

You yawn before responding, jerking as Obi-Wan juts an evil finger in your side midway. You’re not sentient enough to shoot him a half-hearted glare, so instead, you mumble it back and accidentally smack him in the face as you move to rise.

He stops you before you can, chin hooking onto your nearest shoulder and tugging down, and you slump back to the sheets with a subdued giggle. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you reply, and he nods, obviously pleased. “I have you to thank for that.”

He mouths at the skin behind your ear, only half-listening, but still fully fixated on you. You wonder if you’ll ever completely get used to his unbridled affection, even after more than five years living together in isolation, free to feel and show your love blatantly and unapologetically.

Not without a price that had been paid, but it was soul-healing love regardless.

“The Marstraps and their garden are doing well,” you comment absently, more to fill the silence as he lavishes you in physical worship than anything. “Maybe we should get into hydroponics.”

A sound of indifference.

“Did you know they have a daughter?” At that, Obi-Wan stills, face buried in your hair. You think his hand twitches at your abdomen, but in your groggy state, you can’t be completely sure. He never seems to know what to say when you talk of such things. Not then, not now.

It’s not like you mean to imply anything by bringing it up, really. It’s more of...a gauge, of sorts. You’re probing. You’re not even sure why.

“Her name is Camie. She’s very sweet.”

Obi-Wan lifts his head lethargically, looking like he wants to utter a thousand words and nothing all at once. This time, he really does grip your hip, thumb grazing your ribcage thoughtfully, but you take it upon yourself to change the subject before things get too complicated.

“What time is it?”

“Still early,” he rumbles, and the gravelly tone sends satisfying vibrations to where your torsos are pressed against each other. “You’ll be able to get a couple more hours of rest.”

“Hmm.” His words trigger your body to succumb to the drowsiness you hadn’t quite gotten rid of, and your eyes droop contentedly again. “Will you be joining me?”

Obi-Wan slips his other arm from underneath your neck, languidly sweeping over your form and nudging your temple fondly with his nose. “Unfortunately, no,” he murmurs into your hair, “but I think you’ll appreciate why.”

Your eyebrow lifts at the cryptic line, but you’re already falling back asleep as he lifts himself fully from you, and you give into the tiredness as his footsteps fade from your hearing.

———

Moments later — you’re not sure if he’s made good on his promise of extra hours — you feel the pressure of puckered lips against your eyelids, the scratch of his beard poking the thin skin around your eyes as you arise for the second time. This time, however, the enticing smell of food invades your senses, and you realize with a start that it’s not the boiled mealgrain that you usually have in the morning.

“Is that — ?” You shift in bed, reclining upon the headrest, but not yet sitting upright. You’re wide awake now, blinking alertly to find the source of the delectable aroma.

“Iktotch toast,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, setting a tray stacked with plates of steaming food on the table beside your shared bed. “And my attempt at a gartro omelet. Though, I couldn’t get all the necessary ingredients.” He sits on the edge, hand finding your blanketed shin and caressing it like second nature. “Just a fair warning.”

The thin sheet falls to your stomach as you twist to get a good look at his cooking, and you’re rewarded with the sight of brightly colored eggs and buttered bread topped with carbosyrup. Compared to the monochromatic meals you’ve come to expect day to day, it’s a welcome change.

In your excitement, you forget about the abrasions from yesterday, the still-raw skin of your palm screaming out in protest when you try to prop yourself up. Obi-Wan spots the small wince, and reaches for you as you cradle your stinging hand to your chest. “Better doesn’t mean good, apparently.” There’s a teasing to his locution, if only because he knows you too well. You don’t want to make a fuss out of it. You’re bested, anyhow, when he squeezes the blistered foot and you yelp. “Here, too. It still hurts? Shall I redress the wounds?”

A shake of your head precedes your response, as you assure him, “No, there’s no need. Truly.” Still, he’s adamant on being of more assistance, and it seems today is a good day. He’s happy, playful, even — it’s instants like these where you catch a glimpse of a different man, the echo of an old friend.

“Anything I can do to ease the pain?” Obi-Wan smirks, but it’s free of sarcasm as he leans above you, his hair falling in his eyes. It’s grown longer now, not quite the lion’s mane of a mullet he’d sported so many years ago, but unrulier than the clean-cropped cut that he’d had during his last years on Coruscant.

Another life.

Though, you suppose, the rugged desert look is growing on you.

“A kiss on the bandage, maybe,” you quip, just as light-hearted, basking in the mood — what a rarity, nowadays, but always because of each other. “Perhaps it’ll help it heal faster.”

Obi-Wan scoots downwards, ruffling the sheets and uncovering more of your pajama-clad figure to the world, and grabs for your toes —

“Not there! I meant the hand,” you cry, just short of a laugh. “Were you really about to kiss the bottom of my foot?”

He joins in your amusement, chuckling as he traces his way back up to you with light kisses that begin at your legs. One on the knee, then on your navel, and right under your breast — the tease. His hands follow hotly along the trail his mouth leaves, yet it’s a heat you’re all too willing to endure. “Darling, you’d know I’d kiss you anywhere,” he says, grin honest and eager, and you smile suggestively at him from your place upon the pillows.

The moment turns soft, though, when he takes your injured hand, touching his lips to the pads of your fingers, completely avoiding the wrappings. Instead, he marks the exposed skin peeking from the bandages, leaving warm touches where he can reach. You let him make his way up your arm, relaxing the muscle and leaving it pliant in his hold, and these kisses are tender, sincere, adoring.

His lips brush the inside of your elbow, and you catch his gaze then, eyes serious and lacking the mirth of before. He beams, nevertheless, and it takes another four pecks up your shoulder, collarbone, and neck until he finally reaches your mouth. Your lips connect in a quiet climax, tension releasing and hushed sighs escaping the both of you as hands find cheeks and jaws to hold. His beard is longer, too, and a subtle drag of your fingers along his scruff doesn’t go unnoticed as he groans into the kiss.

Sluggishly, as if he’s struggling against the pull of quicksand, Obi-Wan pulls away, your digits still tangled in his auburn locks. “Eat,” he murmurs, placing one last kiss on your bare palm. As he places the tray in your lap, you sit up properly, kicking the last of the covers aside. “Company is coming.”

———

Company was actually more of a child-sitting gig, with the Lars traveling to Anchorhead and reluctant to let their nephew tag along just yet. The four of you had all agreed it was best to shelter the boy until you and Obi-Wan had gotten better at shielding the signatures of three Force-sensitives, and while you were quickly growing used to the strain of the constant use of the Force, there wasn’t a need for unnecessary ventures outside of the community when Luke could just stay with you and Obi-Wan.

On the other hand, if you asked Obi-Wan, he didn’t see why a trip to Tosche Station couldn’t wait until next week, seeing as how you couldn’t walk much without pain. Luke would undoubtedly aggravate the blister when he begged you to play.

But you hadn’t asked Obi-Wan, you dutifully reminded him throughout his musings over the food, unconcerned at the prospect. Breakfast had been as delicious as it had smelled — your taste buds had been assaulted with the flavor, but it had been a gratuitous ordeal that had reminded you of a bustling diner and the toothy grin of a Besalisk. “Just missing the powdered Christophsian sugar,” you’d praised, and he’d barely hidden his glowing simper as he cleared the dishes. You know his apprehension at looking after Luke today is more out of concern for you, rather than lack of willingness.

Just as there were good and bad days of disposition, Obi-Wan’s interactions with his old student’s son were varying. Some visits were joy-filled and vibrant with childish merriment, at the mercy of Luke’s wild imagination, but it wasn’t uncommon for Obi-Wan to retreat to your bed, floored by the striking resemblance the boy had to his father, the memories he tried so hard to forget rushing back in a dark cloud of resignation. Luke was under the impression that his favorite playmate suffered from intermittent cases of sand-fever, trusting enough to believe the excuse. Though he loved you just as much, it was Obi-Wan that Luke idolized the most, and you couldn’t at all blame him for feeling disappointed when Obi-Wan was too unsteady to come out and say hello.

But today, the promise of a happy afternoon rang throughout the air, and you allowed yourself the indulgence of looking forward to the rest of the day. At five years old, Luke was an adoring child, innocent in ways you’d never been able to see, not even with Anakin. He reminded you of a fresh snowbank, ironic as it was, pristine and untouched by the world. Your heart ached to keep it that way.

Luke launches himself at you as expected when he arrives, Owen being kind enough to deliver him instead of letting Obi-Wan make the ride over. Just as well, too — after the doting attentiveness of the morning, you didn’t want to stray too far from Obi-Wan’s side. The former Jedi catches the boy in midair, strong arms wrapping around his tiny frame and swinging him away from you to save you from exacerbating your wounds, and Luke screeches in hysterics as he’s tossed in a wide circle. He attacks Obi-Wan with energetic pokes when he’s finally set down, the older man letting out a surprised oof when he’s headbutted rather hard in the stomach. You muffle a guffaw in your elbow as Obi-Wan shoots you an accusatory scowl, massaging his middle as he assures Owen he’ll return his nephew in one piece. The farmer thanks you both, leaving without a second glance, and Obi-Wan is whisked away by the young Skywalker to entertain his latest fascination with womp rats.

———

They return before dusk, smelling like sweat and death, acrid scents practically steaming off of their robes. You cover your nose as Obi-Wan staggers in through the side door, steadying a chittering Luke as he trips over the trapdoor to the cellar. “Target practice,” Obi-Wan explains, somewhat apologetically. “His aim needs some work.”

“I blew a rat’s head off!” Luke declares boastfully, and cackles while running a victory circle around the kitchen. “It just exploded!”

You turn aghast to Obi-Wan, who ushers the boy into the refresher and instructs him to wash up. As Luke rinses off the trace of the outdoors, you stop Obi-Wan before he can come any closer. You can almost taste the sour aroma that wafts off of your husband. “Don’t tell me he means an actual womp rat. They’re twice his size. If you’re letting him near those predators, Obi-Wan, I’m going to ��”

“Relax!” Obi-Wan exclaims defensively, palms raised as if to shield him from your wrath. “It was just a profogg. And we weren’t hunting in the beginning, just setting stink capsules near the hut. Poor thing got too close when we set it off and its friends decided they wanted revenge.”

The clarification does little to placate you, the knowledge that it’s most likely rodent guts contributing to the fumes only further motivating you to stay at a distance. But Obi-Wan has other plans, and a mischievous expression takes over his features as he runs at you, grabbing for your face as you squeal. “Disgusting! Obi-Wan!”

“Not even a peck for your one true love?” He asks, and you bat his hands away. “I was willing to kiss your foot this morning.”

“But you didn’t,” you remark impishly, holding in bubbling laughter. “I’m not kissing you while you smell like an eopie’s ass.”

“Language.” He seizes your wrists as you squirm, though your spirits are still high. You arch backwards, grappling to escape. “Luke might be listening.”

You catch your breath without inhaling in his direction, but it fails when you descend into snickering when a small voice protests, “No I’m not!”

“Go.” While he’s distracted, you push Obi-Wan towards Luke in the refresher, hard. “It’s time for a trim. I think you have profogg gunk in your beard.”

He stumbles back, too late to stop your words from being heard, and Luke yells, “You told me it was a womp rat!”

Another bout of laughter arises in your throat, and Obi-Wan fixes you with a withering glare you’re too perceptive to fall for. “Thanks,” he grumbles, none too grateful, and disappears into the sink.

———

“Careful of your fingers — you don’t want to cut yourself.”

After the bits of wildlife had been safely discarded down the drain and the boys had changed into fresh clothes, you watch as Obi-Wan guides Luke’s wobbly hands down his own stubbled throat. The sight of the shaving cream that covers most of Obi-Wan’s face is priceless, but you opt for appreciation rather than humour as the touching moment transpires.

“Better to cut me than you, but let’s aim for no one, alright?” Luke nods, tongue poking out in concentration as he shucks off more hair from Obi-Wan’s chin. He’s holding the razor with both hands, standing on a stool while Obi-Wan kneels to stay within reach. “Firmly, but with precision. Very graceful.”

Luke’s hyperactivity is nowhere to be found, and you admire his focus. Maybe you should have him shave your husband more often. Both the Lars and you would certainly benefit from the resulting tranquility.

But, no — you’d miss the beard too much.

“Done!” Luke leans back and throws his fists up in delight. Obi-Wan is quick to snatch up the tool to avoid any accidents, and places it back in its compartment as he turns to the boy overflowing with pride.

“Let’s check, shall we?” He rises from his knees with a low grunt and the pop of his joints — one you don’t miss, but refrain from pointing out. For a second, all you see is the back of Obi-Wan’s head as he washes away the lather, then it’s the dismayed twist of his mouth as the uneven patches of missed hair gleam in the mirror.

Luke bounces up and down, making an effort in vain to assess his work. Obi-Wan quickly readjusts his features as you hide your face, silently shaking with amusement. “Did I do okay?”

Obi-Wan squints down at him warmly, brushing the boy’s bangs out of the way. “Yes, An — Luke, you did.” Luke cheers underneath the large hand on his crown. “You did splendidly.”

In a flurry of shouts and whoops, Luke ducks out of Obi-Wan’s arm and exits the refresher, unaware of the almost-slip, but you freeze, more shocked than you have been in months. Years. Obi-Wan’s never done that before.

He meets your wide eyed stare in the mirror, all remains of Luke’s comical shaving job gone, neither of you able to verbalize exactly what you’re feeling.

But eventually, the impact of his blunder fades, and you break free from the fog of your stupefaction.

Your bandaged hand finds his shoulder, soaking up the droplets from his shower, and rubs consolingly, back and forth. You hope it conveys all that words can’t say. A pang strikes you as Obi-Wan lets out a trembling exhale, the unfinished name falling away to the empty room, and you resist the impulse to crush him into a hug.

He needs space.

The watery eyes you expect to see are dry in seconds, and all is well again.

———

You look on as Obi-Wan props Luke’s tuckered form into Beru’s waiting arms, meeting her gaze with a gentle understanding. She secures him into the passenger seat as she mounts the landspeeder slowly, seemingly sensing the hesitance radiating from two of you, uready to let the day end. When they finally depart, Obi-Wan watches them leave from the entrance of the dwelling.

“It’s alright to love him, you know.” You approach him once Beru and Luke are barely a speck on the horizon. You come up to latch around his chest, tiptoeing to kiss his back. “It’s okay to be attached.”

He shifts, rotating so that his back is to the wall after he’s sealed off the door. His own arms raise to encircle you, and you lean your cheek against his bicep before he plants a kiss to your forehead. It spells devotion as you sink further into him, muted ardor enveloping you both. “I know.”

“Do you?” Your voice is quiet to preserve the shroud of calm. “I worry you’re holding back, and you don’t have to. Not here.” Another kiss to his skin. “Not anymore.”

You feel the deep inhale more than you hear it, and his breathing soothes you more than you ever thought possible. It’s proof he’s here, real in your grip. You have each other. “I’m not,” he promises, lips stuck to your hairline. “Though you should know, my heart is reserved for you.”

That brings a laugh out of you, tinkling and bright. You clutch him tighter, warmth swelling inside you in spite of the cooling air of the evening. “You have room for Luke in there.”

Obi-Wan examines you closely, pausing only for a second before he speaks again. “Perhaps more than just him.”

And there it is, the admission you’ve always been curious for yet never wanted to ask. Your breath hitches — only a tad, but you know he picks up on it, and you peer at him cautiously. It’s a conversation you’ve avoided so many times before.

Admittedly, today was the perfect day as any to prime the subject. You’ve never been sure whether Luke has assured Obi-Wan that he wants nothing to do with parenthood or if it inspires a desire to have a son of his own.

It’s not revisited until you’re crawling back into bed, back to his bare chest, and the ghosting touch of his hand smoothing down your front draws your attention away from the sensation of his body enfolding around yours. He’s trying to be discreet, you can tell.

“Practicing?” You whisper, with only a hint of knowing so as not to scare him off. There’s no need, you realize, when you feel his mouth twist into a lopsided smile against your nape and his fingers spread unabashedly across your stomach.

“Perhaps,” he repeats, and it’s enough.

#rini writes #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #SORRY FOR THE WAITTTT LOL SHE'S HERE #I almost named this one 'tales of tatooine' as in 'tales of ba sing se' but I decided not to lmao #this one came out of nowhere tho all the ideas just flew out #as always I hope you like my loves #<3

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The Bachelorette

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“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” Beca hisses as she steps out of the car, making a dash in the snow for the front door of the cabin the Bellas will be staying at for the next three nights.

She punches in the code given by the owner via email and pushes the door open just as Chloe makes it to the top of the steps, following her fiancée inside.

“Oh wow,” she breathes, taking in the huge space that’s a perfect mix of authentic and modern, with a jaw-dropping view of the range of mountains in the distance through the large bay window in the living room.

The perks of having a famous girlfriend; they didn’t have to pay for anything, Beca having made a deal with the owners to promote the place on her Instagram while they stayed there for their bachelorette weekend.

A fire is already crackling in the wood-burner and a welcome basket with goodies sits on the kitchen island. Chloe walks over, plucking the note.

“Dear Beca and Chloe. We hope you and your friends have the best time at our cabin,” she reads outloud before taking a look at what’s inside: a couple bottles of wine, cheese, chocolate and fruits. “That’s so sweet of them.”

Beca hums, sliding her arms around Chloe’s waist from behind and hooking her chin over her shoulder. She nips at Chloe’s earlobe. “How much time do you think we have until the others get here?”

“We’re here, pitches!” Amy’s voice interrupts Chloe’s lusty thoughts before she can reply.

She giggles at Beca’s groan, patting her forearm and stepping out of her embrace to greet their friends. Everyone’s been so busy this year, their last reunion dating back to last New Years Eve. “Hey guys!”

“We brought booze!” Stacie exclaims, holding up two bottles of tequila. “I’ve got like, a bunch more in the trunk.”

“Let’s pimp this place up, ladies,” Aubrey instructs, carrying a box containing what looks like rainbow themed-decorations.

“Oh jeez,” Beca mutters as once everyone greeted everyone, the Bellas move about the place to prep dinner and whatever else they have planned for herself and Chloe. “Should we be scared?” She mumbles to her fiancée.

“Trust me, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Stacie says as she walks past them, winking.

Yeah. They should definitely be scared.

The first night turns out to be pretty low key, Jessica, Ashley and Aubrey whipping up an amazing dinner for all of them. They drink wine and play a drunken game of Twister and Cards Against Humanity, turning in rather early as they plan on hitting the slopes the morning after.

“Today was so much fun,” Chloe gushes as she swipes through her photos once they’ve made it back to the cabin after their day spent skiing. “I even caught your fall on film.”

Beca grumbles, trying to get her cold fingers to work down her jacket zipper. “You better not post that on social media, Beale.”

“How’s your ass?” Chloe smirks, locking her phone and tossing it on the bed.

“Bruised.”

“Poor baby,” Chloe sighs, pushing to her feet and sliding up behind Beca. She peppers her jaw with soft kisses and nuzzles her cheek. “Come shower with me?”

Beca seems to fight off a shiver, not one triggered by the cold. “Be there in a sec.”

Walking into their fancy ensuite bathroom, Chloe turns on the spray in the Italian shower and strips the remaining layers on her body before stepping under the hot water. Slender arms loop around her waist less than a minute later, Beca’s warm body pressing against hers.

“You think you can be quiet?” Is murmured against her ear as one of Beca’s hands slides downwards.

Chloe bites back a moan, turning around in Beca’s arms and stepping back until her back hits the stone wall behind her. She watches with darkened eyes as Beca lowers herself to the tile floor and hooks one leg over her shoulder, Chloe’s eyes sliding shut at that first lick.

When they eventually come out of the shower a while later dressed in matching robes, they find Bride-to-be shirts folded on their bed, along with a sticker stuck to one of them.

quit boning and meet us downstairs! the party’s awaitin’

The back of the shirt sports selfie of them that they must have taken from Chloe’s instagram.

“This is so cheesy,” Beca grumbles as she shrugs it on, but Chloe knows she secretly loves it.

“There they are!” Stacie shouts when they make it downstairs fifteen minutes later.

Music is pumping through Beca’s expensive wireless speaker and the coffee table is covered in various liquor bottles, snacks and a handful of pizza boxes.

“Have a seat, ladies,” Amy motions to the two chairs facing the couch with a flourish of her hand, bowing her head.

Chloe and Beca sit down, and Jessica and Ashely set a rainbow tiara on their heads and sling a bride-to-be sash across their chests.

“We had each of you fill out a bachelorette quiz a week ago, and you’ll have to guess the other’s answers. If you get it wrong, you have to take a shot,” Aubrey explains, motioning towards the row of shots set on the coffee table.

“And if we get it right?” Chloe questions, cocking an eyebrow.

She’s gonna crush this game.

“You get to pick a present out of the gift bag.” She nods to the large tote bag sat between their chairs. “Any questions?”

Both shake their heads as Aubrey plops down on the couch between Emily and CR. “Chloe, what is Beca’s favorite feature about you?”

“That’s easy,” Chloe beams, glancing at her fiancée with heart-eyes. “My eyes.”

Beca rolls hers as Chloe leans in to kiss her cheek before reaching into the bag. She wraps her hand around a bottle and pulls it out, reading its label. “Ooooh, coconut massage oil.”

“Boring. Alright, next question,” Stacey says, plucking the sheet from Aubrey’s hands and ignoring Aubrey’s objection. “What could Chloe eat every day?”

Beca smirks, and without a beat of hesitation, replies, “Me.”

Emily flushes hard, Stacie smirks devilishly, while Aubrey makes a face. The rest of the girls hoot and whistle, and the tips of Beca’s ears redden.

“I knew you’d put something dirty on a bachelorette quizz,” Beca murmurs into Chloe’s ear a beat later as she leans across the short distance between them. “Otherwise I would have said pizza.”

Chloe grins, leaning in to peck her lips. “Correct.”

Beca fishes a gift out of the bag and unfolds the clothing item. Her cheeks turn a shade darker. “Wow, that’s… I have no words.”

The pair of hot pink panties read: You may now bang the bride.

“I love them!” Chloe says, snatching them from her fiancée’s hand. “I’ll keep ‘em.”

“Chloe, what was Beca’s first impression of you?”

“She thought that I was crazy,” Chloe replies. She shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “I did break into her shower.”

“The word we were looking for was intense,” Stacie corrects with a tut. “Take a shot.”

“Oh come on, she’s just being polite because I’m her fiancée!” Chloe argues with a laugh.

“Take a shot, ginger!” Amy shouts.

With a grumble, Chloe plucks the shot glass in front of her off the table and knocks it back, grimacing at the burn as it slides down her throat.

Jessica is the one to ask the next question. “Beca, what was Chloe’s first car?”

“Seriously!?” Beca asks. “How am I supposed to know that?”

“You do!” Chloe points out, a shit-eating grin spreading across her features.

“Really?” Beca mumbles and reaches out to take her first shot.

“My old Jeep! We had sex in it,” Chloe blurts out, giggled as Beca chokes a little on the liquid. “And broke the front seat.”

“TMI,” Aubrey winces, her nose scrunching up before she takes a sip from her red solo cup.

“Chloe, what job did Beca want to do as a kid?” Emily asks.

Chloe’s eyes light up. “Oooh, she wanted to be a detective!”

Beca chuckles. “I was obsessed with Scooby-Doo as a kid.”

“Aw, you found your real life Daphne!” Ashley gushes while Beca rolls her eyes.

She bends to pick something from the bag, pulling out a pair of padded handcuffs.

“Oh, nice! Ours isn’t padded,” Chloe comments, as she takes them from her fiancée. She leans in to whisper something into Beca’s ear. “I know you like it when it hurts, but I don’t like seeing you all bruised up.”

“Beca, your submissive is showing,” Stacie states when Beca blushes from Chloe’s comment, plucking the sheet from Emily’s hold.

“Beca, what’s Chloe’s biggest accomplishment?”

“Easy. She has two: winning the Worlds and getting into vet school.”

“Nice, babe,” Chloe praises, holding her hand up for a high-five.

By the time they’re finished with the questions, Chloe is definitely buzzed (she had like three shots out of fifteen questions, which isn’t too bad in her opinion), and they’ve added a few gifts to their pile, a variety of sweet and kinky: matching Mrs and Mrs mugs, a bottle of lube, two sets of gorgeous satin pajamas, a spa treatment for two at Chloe’s favorite establishment in NYC, and a strapless strap-on (the best in the market, according to Stacie).

“Now we believe Beca has something planned for Chloe,” Aubrey says as she stands, taking Beca’s phone from Beca’s hand.

Chloe’s head whips to the left towards Beca, an eyebrow raised in surprise. “You do?”

“Mhm,” Beca hums while four of the girls move the coffee table to make space. She brushes a too short kiss to Chloe’s lips, pulling away before Chloe’s ready to end it, and casts her a wink as she steps backwards. “Go sit in that armchair.”

The opening notes of Beyoncé’s Dance For You drift through the speakers, Chloe’s jaw dropping when she realizes Beca is about to dance for her in front of their friends.

“Oh my gosh,” Chloe breathes out with a laugh, her body temperature cranking up a notch as she gets comfortable.

Beca’s hips start to swivel to the beat of the song, hands leaving her hips to slowly hike up her sides. Her fingers tangle into her brunette hair as she twists to stand sideways and slowly shimmies lower. One hand leaving her hair, Beca traces her bottom lip with her pointer finger and bites down onto the tip before she straightens, arching her back so her ass sticks out as she rises from her crouched position. She adds a hair flip to the mix before slowly strutting towards Chloe, perfectly on cue with the beat, all the while keeping her gaze locked with Chloe’s.

“Work it, girl!” Stacie shouts as Beca stands in front of Chloe, bending down so that they share the same breath.

A chill runs down Chloe’s spine as she resists closing the distance between them, knowing from the wickedness flashing in Beca’s eyes that she’s bound to pull away before their lips can touch.

Beca spins around, her hips matching the chorus as she bends at the knees with her legs spread and grinds it low for a few beats. Her perfect ass brushes against Chloe’s body on her way back up, and it takes everything in Chloe not to grab and squeeze it.

The volume rises around them as the girls cheer and hoot, but Chloe can only focus on Beca and how sexy she is as she turns back to face her, hands running through her own hair then drifting down the curve of her neck, over her breasts and stomach.

“It’s called a lap dance for a reason, shortstack,” Amy calls out as the song flawlessly transitions to Drunk In Love, the perfect arrangement no doubt one of Beca’s works.

Chloe’s mouth dries up as Beca sets both hands on Chloe’s knees and spreads them apart.

“No touching,” Beca husks lowly, nipping at the shell of her ear and eliciting a quiet moan from Chloe. She turns around and her hips start to move in a slow, sensual dance; swerving, popping, grinding and occasionally rubbing against Chloe’s crotch.

Spinning back around, she braces a hand by Chloe’s head and sets her right knee in the space between Chloe’s left thigh and the arm of the chair, rolling her body towards Chloe once. She straddles her lap next, her lips parted to accommodate her heavier breathing as she stares down at Chloe.

Chloe’s fingers dig into the leather of the arm rest to keep her hands from touching Beca as her hips gyrate in lazy circles in her lap. When the song comes to an end, Beca cups her cheek, pulling her into a deep, languid kiss which Chloe eagerly returns, finally giving in to the burning desire and palming her ass, giving both cheeks a firm squeeze.

“Alright, alright! We get the message,” Aubrey’s voice cuts through their lustful lip lock.

“That was so freaking hot,” Chloe breathes across Beca’s lips, nipping at the bottom one before backing away. “I need the rest of that performance later.”

Beca wets her lips, smirking. “Deal.”

Games less centered around the brides-to-be follow as they pass around a joint of weed and eat pizza while sprawled out on the various couches in the living room.

It’s past three am by the time they head upstairs, and Chloe can tell by the expression on Beca’s face that she’s high. Chloe only took one hit and feels fine, if not still a little drunk from the shots she downed at the start of the party.

“You okay?” She asks, catching Beca staring at her with a look as she pulls her sleeping shirt over her head.

Beca nods. “I’m just… we’ll be married in less than a month.” She seems to ponder on her words for a few seconds. “Married. That’s like… big.”

Chloe raises an eyebrow and steps closer, lowering herself on Beca’s lap as she sits at the foot of the bed. “Are you freaking out?”

“Weirdly, no,” Beca replies as her arms loop around Chloe’s waist. “I actually can’t wait. For our wedding, our honeymoon, our kids…”

“Our kids, huh?” Chloe questions in amusement. She twirls a brunette lock around her pointer finger. “How many kids are we talking?”

“Mmm, at least two. I didn’t like being an only child and you loved growing up with siblings so I want that for our children, too.”

Chloe’s smile is so big, it almost hurts. “Sounds like a good plan.” She brushes a kiss to the apple of Beca’s cheek. “You know what else sounds like a good plan? You giving me the rest of that performance. Preferably with less clothes on.”

Beca’s eyes darken at that, her lips curving into a smirk. “Yes, ma’am.”

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