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sweet-as-an-angel · 5 months

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Yandere Wild West Outlaw!'s Reaction to You Trying to Escape

Warnings: Slight Sexual Content, Implied Sexual Thoughts, Dominant Outlaw Confirmed, Kidnapping, Restraining/Binding, Binding Kink ( 👀), Punishment, Outlaw having Intrusive Thoughts, Forced Proximity (And They Were Roommates), No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.

♡ He has you tied down to a chair so quickly you don’t even get the chance to feel the wind being knocked out of you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw hasn’t survived this long by letting pretty little things like you turn the tables on him. And if his unwavering strength and endurance aren’t enough to confirm that, his knotting skills are.

♡ “Thought ya could pull the wool over my eyes, didn’tya,” the Outlaw drawls, pulling the rope tight over your wrists, panting, recovering from your frolic with freedom.

♡ He leans in, close enough that you can smell the rock-beaten freshness of his shirt, can feel the warmth of his anger radiating against your skin.

♡ “Suppose I’ll just have to discipline ya. Make ya nice and obedient.”

♡ Despite the low, husking tone of his voice, the quiet promise of promiscuity in his drawl, Outlaw’s rendition of punishment comes as… solitude.

♡ He leaves you tied to that chair for hours, riding off into the desert, leaving you with nothing to entertain you save for your thoughts and the wonderings of what he’d do to you when he returned.

♡ You might view this as a cold, calloused method of behavioural conditioning. Starving you, not letting you stretch your legs or go to the bathroom.

♡ Of course, the punishment is still horrific. But, rather unintentionally so.

♡ You see, in the moments between Outlaw’s two-minute tango between you, himself and his rope, something in his brain had switched. Snapped.

♡ Having you look up at him with wide eyes as you writhed beneath his touch, the burn of the rope, the pleas starting to fall from between your lips for him to let you go, stirred something in him. A primal frenzy. A dark need.

♡ Yandere Outlaw can’t think straight, his mind flooding with involuntary ideas, notions of what he could do with – to – you while you’re bound and at his mercy.

♡ He doesn’t know what happened; why having your body pressed so closely to him in such a thrashing, violent, desperate encounter has left him with a heavy burden in his heart and in…other places.

♡ He’s wrangled captives before and they’ve never had the same licentious effect as you did. Then again, he’s never kept a captive for this long, either. And certainly not willingly.

♡ Yandere Outlaw eventually returns, the thought of you helpless in that chair weighing heavy on his mind all day, taking him down avenues and annals of thought he’d only have the opportunity to explore under the cover of darkness.

♡ Of course, he was concerned that you must be hungry by now. Thirsty, too.

♡ That, and…

♡ How there’d be nothing to stop him from having his way with you.

♡ Yandere Outlaw shakes his head, his horse letting out a puff, as if she could read his mind. Don’t, she told him.

♡ “Don’t worry,” he said, voice quiet. He patted her mane, rubbed the space between her ears. “I won’t.”

♡ Upon Yandere Outlaw’s return, he cuts you loose. He doesn’t apologise, but his silence is thick enough with the accent of shame that you can tell he regrets, in whatever slim capacity, what he’s done.

♡ He puts together a simple meal tonight, either for a lack of trusting that you won’t spike his meal with one of the earth’s thousand natural poisons, or as an apology for his actions.

♡ That night, as you lay next to the Outlaw in bed, your hands and legs bound to the bedposts, the Outlaw looks over you. Watches you.

♡ He doesn’t know why the image of you being tied up hadn’t aroused him as much as it had earlier. Especially now, of all times, with you sleeping beside him, entirely incapable of defending yourself if he acted on his primal desires.

♡ Perhaps it was the thrill of the prospect of having everything on the line, of losing you. Perhaps it was the display of his strength, his ability to make you do whatever he pleased through physical force alone.

♡ Yandere Outlaw tried to dampen his thoughts by placing his hat over his face; to stop the heat he was certain made his cheeks glow in the pitch blackness of the cabin.

♡ And to stop the onslaught of another issue.

♡ Taking a dip in the cold waters of the river this time of night didn’t much appeal to him. Especially when he could indulge himself a little longer in the image of you gagged, bound and entirely his.

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plentyoffandoms · 8 months

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Love at First Sight

Straw Hat Pirates x reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous TV Shows

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I have never seen the anime or read the manga. I never heard of this until the show, but I love the show & have started to watch the anime.

Warnings: none. Maybe too much fluff?

Gifs & photos do not belong to me. Luffy @vinlandsky, Nami @goodsirs, Sanji @pedritosdarling, Zoro @valkubusqueen, Usopp @rrandomtthings

Summary: The first time they saw you with Sanji, Luffy, Nami, Zoro, & Usopp.

Luffy was looking around The Baratie with a massive smile on his face, like usual. This isn't the first time he has been here, nor will it be his last.

Him and the rest of his crew were waiting for their order to be taken as they talked amongst themselves.

"Hello, welcome to The Baratie, may I start with your drink orders, please?" He looked up at the sound of your voice, and the moment he saw you, he couldn't talk.

For the first time in his life, Monkey D. Luffy was speechless.

You took Zoro's order and worked your way around the table, and when your kind smile and eyes finally landed on Luffy, he opened his mouth to speak, but the only sound that came out was a squeak.

Usopp nudged him in the ribs, but nothing was coming out. "He will take a glass of milk." Nami spoke up for him.

"Thank you. I will be right back with your drinks and then I will take your order." Luffy watched as you walked away,

The moment you were out of ear shot, Nami and Usopp started to ask what was wrong with him, but Sanji spoke up.

"Good eye, Luffy." He said your name, and the whole crew watched as Luffy said your name to himself

"I am going to marry them!" Luffy proclaimed.

"Oh, for the love of," Nami complained, putting her head in her hands. Zoro rolled his eyes and sighed.

Sanji just smirked, and Usopp clapped Luffy on the shoulder, congratulating him on his upcoming marriage.

Nami was lagging behind the rest of the crew as they listened to Luffy talk about where they were, which is where he is from Foosha Village.

There were only so many windmills one could see, and they were all starting to look the same, but according to Luffy, each one had something different about them.

Nami was growing bored and was ready to say something to end this boring tour when they finally stopped in front of, no it can't be? Who knew this place had anything exciting?

A bar

Partys Bar was the name. "Are you guys thirsty? Hungry? Makino is an old friend of mine. Isn't that right, Makino?" Luffy said as he strolled into the bar, with the rest of us behind him.

"Luffy, is that you?" I am guessing Makino is the woman coming from around the counter to hug our Captain.

"And who are they?" She asked, but someone came out of the backroom, that caught my eye.

"This is my crew." Luffy said proudly. He said each of our names, and we acknowledged the woman.

"Makino?" We were interrupted by the same person that came from the back.

"Yes?" She said their name, and I repeated the name in my head a few times to hopefully remember it.

"Luffy, let me introduce you to my cousin." The three of them got talking as Usopp got distracted by a group of small children that wanted to hear our tales.

So Sanji, Zoro, and I were left to entertain ourselves. I listened to the two of them bicker over the same old crap, but my focus slowly went onto the Marino's cousin.

I didn't notice that I was being watched by the two men until I heard a whistle that brought me out of my trance. I saw them walk towards our table.

"Excuse me. I hope you do not mind if you can answer a few questions our good friend Nami has of this place." I wanted to slap the look off of Sanji's smug face.

"No, I do not mind. What is your question?" They turned their focus on me. "Have a seat. The two of us were about to go and see what we need to stock up before we leave. Come now Zoro." I could just kill the two of them for leaving me here alone.

I expected the cousin to turn around and walk away when I didn't say anything, but they didn't. They sat down and waited for me to talk.

"Luffy has never mentioned you before. Are you from here?"

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The two of us talked until I had to leave, but they gave me their number. I walked onto the ship, and Sanji and Zoro looked at me. One with a smile across his face, the other one looking bored, but I knew he was interested in what happened.

"So, are they the love your life?" Sanji questioned.

"I just met them." I said as I walked past the two.

"That wasn't a no, Nami." Zoro said.

"Who touched my sauce?" I yelled as I saw that someone added a bit of salt to my sauce. I was looking right at Zoro.

"Why would I touch your sauce?" He asked me. I was growing angrier, knowing he had something to do with it.

"I know you did it." I sneered. This was the third time this had happened this week, and I was growing tired of him not admitting it.

"For the last time, I didn't touch your sauce. Why don't you ask the new person? I see them coming in and out of your kitchen."

"New person?" I was confused. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

"Yes, new person. Nami knew them from her days when she was with Arlong. They used to team up."

"Are you talking about me?" A voice came from the left of me, and I jumped as no one was there.

"Who said that?"

"I did." There was a small burst of light that had me covering my eyes, and to my suprise, there was a person standing there.

"You must be Sanji. Luffy has been talking about you nonstop. Oh, where are my manners." They introduced themselves.

"You ruined my sauce." I wasn't going to let up on this.

"Did I? Or did I make it better?"

"You added too much salt."

"Add some garlic, maybe a smidge of sugar, and it will balance it out." They said to me.

"Maybe add oregano." Zoro said from his spot. The two of us looked at him and said at the exact same time, "Oregano is for savages."

I looked over at our new crew member, seeing them now for the first time. "Maybe you didn't add too much salt. Please come and show me what you were making."

They walked towards my kitchen, and as I walked past Zoro, I heard him say, "You are welcome."

I stopped and was going to say something when my new sous chef just looked at me and smiled, making me forget all about the swordsman.

I couldn't take my eyes off of the one person in the crowd. For some strange reason they have caught my attention.

"I see that our teacher had caught your attention." Nami said as she sat down next to me. We were celebrating our massive win against Arlong.

"Teacher?" I turned my head slightly towards her.

"Yes, they teach the younger kids." She went on to tell me their name.

"I can see that. The young ones haven't left them alone." I watched as another child ran up to them to show what looked to be a rock.

"Why don't you go say hi?"

"We will be leaving soon. There is no need to get too acquainted with the locals." I told her.

"Okay then." Nami left me alone at that point, my attention now drawn towards whatever the hell Luffy was doing.

I am now in line once more, begrudgingly getting a second helping of Sanji's food, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I placed my free hand on a sword.

"Zoro." I relaxed slightly and turned around to see what Nami wanted, but not to my suprise, there was, with the Village teacher.

"I would like for you to meet Roronoa Zoro. Zoro, please meet." Nami was interrupted as the teacher told me their name.

Nami left the two of us alone after that. We walked a bit away from the prying eyes of the rest of the villagers.

"I have always heard stories about you, Zoro, the great pirate hunter. I never imagined you becoming a pirate yourself."

"Neither did, but Luffy has this way about him."

"Yes, I can see that. He seems like a peculiar fellow, but nice none the less."

"Peculiar?" I asked.

"Yes, I have never seen someone smile so much. You must understand that our village has been under the control and fear of Arlong for so long, that many of us, including myself, forgot to know what happiness is."

"I hope you can now find happiness now that you are free from their terror." I was very serious about that.

"Maybe just for this night, I will." They said as they stepped closer to me. I took a step closer to them.

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I didn't know this until much later, but Nami was standing to the side, her sister handing her some Berry.

The first time I saw them was at The Baratie. I was outside at the bar, enjoying the sea air while I drank my drink that tasted a heck of a lot like candy.

I bumped into them as I was trying to keep myself steady on the rocking ship. Or was it just me who was unsteady? Never mind.

"I am so very sorry." I said as I tried to steady them before they fell over.

"That is all right, Usopp." They know my name?

"You know my name?" I asked them as I looked into their eyes, and it felt like my heart was going to beat out of my chest. It was like they were staring into my soul.

"Of course. I was here when you and your crew saved us. I have always wanted to thank the man who pulled me out of the water that day. I do not swim all that well."

"And here I am, almost knocking you into the water tonight. Please forgive me."

"All is forgiven, may I buy you a drink? As a thank you. I was hoping you would come back so I could thank you properly."

"I will have what you are having." I hope I sounded not so drunk.

"I am just having some water. It is a bit too warm to be drinking I find."

"Water is fine with me. It is about time I sober up."

I also didn't want to have a massive hangover in the morning and throw up like I did last time. That was horrible.

I heard them call out two waters, and we took a seat not far from where the bar was.

"I never asked. What is your name?" My mother would have been appalled at the fact that I never asked for their name.

They gave me their name, and then we started to ask questions to get to know one another.

I tried not to lie, but some of the tales kept spilling out of me. "No, it was you who took down Arlong? Well, another class of water is needed."

We talked all night until the sun came up. "Oh, look at the time. I must be going." They stood up and I did as well.

"Will I see you again?" I asked them.

"Probably sooner than you think Usopp." And they walked off, leaving me confused.

I walked back to the ship, almost in a fog.

"Usopp! They you are. I want you to meet the new member of our crew." Luffy called out once he saw me.

"Hello, Usopp."

"So this is what you meant?" I asked.

"Of course."

Luffy looked between the two of us, "I have no idea what is going on, but we must leave."

I chuckled as he turned to go and talk to Sanji about something.

"You coming Usopp?" They said as they walked towards the rest of the crew.

"Of course."

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vivmaek · 2 months

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POETRY FOR YOUR MOON SIGN

✰ my masterlist poems written by someone who has the same moon sign as you <3

☾PISCES☽

Edgar Allen Poe, A Dream Within a Dream

“Take this kiss upon the brow! / And, in parting from you now, / Thus much let me avow – / You are not wrong, who deem / That my days have been a dream; / Yet if hope has flown away / In a night, or in a day, / In a vision, or in none, / Is it therefore the less gone? / All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream.”

June Jordan, You Came with Shells

“You came with shells. And left them: / shells. / They lay beautiful on the table. / Now they lie on my desk / peculiar / extraordinary under 60 watts.”

Toni Morrison, It Comes Unadorned

“it comes / Unadorned / Like a phrase / Strong enough to cast a spell; / It comes / Unbidden, / Like the turn of sun through hills / Or stars in wheels of song. / The jeweled feet of women dance the earth. / Arousing it to spring. / Shoulders broad as a road bend to share the weight of years. / Profiles breach the distance and lean / Toward an ordinary kiss. / Bliss. / it comes naked into the world like a charm.”

☾AQUARIUS☽

W.B Yeats, A Coat

“I made my song a coat / Covered with embroideries / Out of old mythologies / From heel to throat; / But the fools caught it, / Wore it in the world’s eyes / As though they’d wrought it. / Song, let them take it / For there’s more enterprise / In walking naked.”

W.B Yeats, The Lover Tells of the Roses in His Heart

“All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, / The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, / The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, / Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. / The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told; I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart, / With the earth and the sky and the water, re-made, like a casket of gold / For my dreams of your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart.”

Louisa May Alcott, The Lay of a Golden Goose

“Oh! Be not rash,” her father said, / A mild Socratic bird; / Her mother begged her not to stray / With many a warning word. / But little goosey was perverse / And eagerly did cry, / “I’ve got a lovely pair of wings, / Of course I Ought to fly.”

☾CAPRICORN☽

John Milton, Sonnet 19

“When I consider how my light is spent, / Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, / And that one talent which is death to hide / Lodged with me useless, through my soul more bent / To serve therewith my Maker,”

Jala al-Din Rumi, The Guest House

“This being human is a guest house. / Every morning a new arrival. / A joy, a depression, a meanness, / some momentary awareness comes / As an unexpected visitor. / Welcome and entertain them all! / Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, / who violently sweep your house / empty of its furniture, / still treat each guest honorably. / He may be clearing you out / for some new delight. / The dark thought, the shame, the malice, / meet them at the door laughing, / and invite them in. / Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent / as a guide from beyond.”

Gwendolyn Brooks, a song in the front yard

“I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. / I want a peek at the back / Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed / grows. / A girl gets sick of a rose.”

☾SAGITTARIUS☽

Lewis Carroll, A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky

“In a Wonderland they lie, / Dreaming as the days go by, / Dreaming as the summers die: / Ever drifting down the stream – / Lingering in the golden gleam – / Life, what it is but a dream?”

Dante Alighieri, From “Inferno”

“It’s the pain / of the people down there that empties my / face. / It’s pity / that you’ve mistaken for fear. / And it’s the long way / that pushes us now. / Let’s go.”

Victor Hugo, Tomorrow, At Dawn

“Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens, / I will set out. You see, I know that you wait for me. / I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain. / I can no longer remain far from you. / I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts, / Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noise / Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed, / Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as night.”

☾SCORPIO☽

Sarojini Naid, Autumn Song

“Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow, / The sunset hangs on a cloud; / A golden storm of glittering sheaves, / Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves, / The wild wind blows in a cloud. / Hark to a voice that is calling / To my heart in the voice of the wind: / My heart is weary and sad and alone, / For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone, / And why should I stay behind?”

Shel Silverstein, Dreadful

“Someone ate the baby. / It’s absolutely clear / Someone ate the baby / ‘Cause the baby isn’t here. / We’ll give away her toys and clothes. / We’ll never have to wipe her nose. / Dad says, “That’s the way it goes.” / Someone ate the baby.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Aftermath

“When the summer fields are mown, / When the birds are fledged and flown, / And the dry leaves strew the path; / With the falling of the snow, / With the cawing of the crow, / Once again the fields we mow / And gather in the aftermath.”

☾LIBRA☽

Maya Angelou, Caged Bird

“A free bird leaps / on the back of the wind / and floats downstream / till the current ends / and dips his wing / in the orange sun rays / and dares to claim the sky.”

Emily Dickinson, Good Morning – Midnight

“Good Morning – Midnight – / I’m coming Home – / Day – got tired of Me – / How could I – of Him? / Sunshine was a sweet place – / I liked to stay – / But Morn – didn’t want me – now – / So – Goodnight – Day!”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning, My Heart and I

“You see we’re tired, my heart and I. / We dealt with books, we trusted men, / And in our own blood drenched the pen, / As is such colours could not fly. / We walked too straight for fortune’s end, / We loved too true to keep a friend ; / At last we’re tired, my heart and I.”

☾VIRGO☽

Robert Hayden, Those Winter Sundays

“Sundays too my father got up early / and put his clothes on in the blueback cold, / then with cracked hands that ached / from labor in the weekday weather made / banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. / I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking / When the rooms were warm, he’d call, / and slowly I would rise and dress, / fearing the chronic angers of that house, / Speaking indifferently to him , / who had driven out the cold / and polished my good shoes well. / What did I know, what did I know / of love's austere and lonely offices?”

Jack Kerouac, How to Meditate

“Thinking’s just like not thinking- / So I don't have to think / any / more”

William Faulkner, Study

“Muted dreams for them / for me / Bitter science. Exams are near / And my thoughts uncontrollably / Wander, and I cannot hear / The voice telling me that work I must, / For everything will be the same when I’m dead / A thousand years. I wish I were a bust / All head.”

☾LEO☽

Walt Whitman, I sing the Body Electric

“I sing the body electric, / The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,”

Oscar Wilde, The Ballad of Reading Gaol

“Yet each man kills the thing he loves, / By each let this be heard, / Some do it with a bitter look, / Some with a flattering word, / The coward does it with a kiss, / The brave men with a sword!”

Ralph Waldo Emerson, Friendship

“A ruddy drop of manly blood / The surging sea outweighs, / The world uncertain comes and goes; / The lover rooted stays. / I fancied he was fled, – / And, after many a year, / Glowed unexhausted kindliness, / Like daily sunrise there. / My careful heart was free again, / O friend, my bosom said, / Through thee alone the sky is arched, / Through thee the rose is red; / All things through thee take nobler form, / And look beyond the earth, / The mill-round of our fate appears / A sun-path in thy worth. / Me too thy nobleness had taught / To master my despair; / The fountains of my hidden life / Are through thy friendship fair.”

☾CANCER☽

Shakespear, Sonnet 147

“My love is as a fever, longing still / For that which longer nurseth the disease, / Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,”

Robert Frost, Acquainted with the Night

“I have been one acquainted with the night. / I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. / I have outwalked the furthest city light. / I have looked down the saddest city lane. / I have passed by the watchman on his beat / And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. / I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet / When far away an interrupted cry / Came over houses from another street, / But not to call me back or say good-bye; / And further still at an unearthly height, / One luminary clock against the sky / Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. / I have been one acquainted with the night.”

William Blake, Auguries of innocence

“To see a World in a Grain of Sand / And a Heaven in a wild flower / Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour”

☾GEMINI☽

Rudyard Kipling, Blue Roses

“Half the world I wandered through, / Seeking where such flowers grew. / Half the world unto my quest / Answered me with laugh and jest. / Home I came at wintertide, / But my silly love had died / Seeking with her latest breath / Roses from the arms of Death.”

John Keats, To Sleep

“Save me from curious Conscience, that still lords / Its strength for darkness, burrowing like a mole; / Turn the key deftly into the oiled wards, / And seal the hushed Casket of my soul.”

Lord Tennyson, The Eagle

“He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, / Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. / The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; / He watches from his mountain walls, / And like thunderbolt he falls.”

☾TAURUS☽

John Donne, Air and Angels

“Twice or thrice had I lov’d thee, / Before I knew thy face or name; / So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame / Angels affects us oft, and worshipp’d be;”

Audre Lorde, Recreation

“my body / writes into your flesh / the poem / you make of me. / Touching you I catch midnight / as moon fires set in my throat / I love you flesh into blossom / I made you / and take you made / into me.”

Margaret Walker, Lineage

“My grandmothers were strong. / They followed plows and bent to toil. / They moved through fields sowing seed. / They touched earth and grain grew. / They were full of sturdiness and singing. / My grandmothers were strong. / My grandmothers are full of memories / Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay / With veins rolling roughly over quick hands / They have many clean words to say. / My grandmothers were strong. / Why am I not as they?”

☾ARIES☽

E.E Cummings, Love is more thicker than forget

“love is more thicker than forget / more thinner than recall / more seldom than a wave is wet / more frequent than to fail”

Mark Twain, Genius

“But above all things, / to deftly throw the incoherent ravings of insanity into verse / and then rush off and get booming drunk, / is the surest of all the different signs / of genius.”

Paul Laurence Dunbar, Ships that Pass in the Night

“Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; / I look far out into the pregnant night, / Where I can hear a solemn booming gun / And I catch the gleaming of a random light, / That tells me that the ship I seek is passing, passing.”

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dreadsuitsamus · 2 months

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i'm waiting for my state inspection and this mom is here with her baby and the baby is so cuuuuuuute, the noisy lil thing. and now i'm imagining single parent nanami in a similar scenario with baby yuji, and reader being the only other person in the waiting lounge.

kento gently shushes the boy in his arms, the little thing quickly growing into a ball of energy, even at only six months old. "yuji." he murmurs softly, fruitlessly pressing the baby's pacifier into his mouth. "please settle down."

yuji spits out his favorite binkie, waving his hands around as he babbles to his adopted father his woes. kento nods along with a sigh, glancing over at the only other person in the lounge. "i apologize in advance for any headaches." babies deserve their space in public, no doubt, but yuji is so loud that kento feels the need to at least warn you.

smiling warmly, you wave a hand. "don't worry. i raised a child myself for a time— i assure you, i'm used to it."

for a time? perhaps you're a foster parent; kento initially only planned to be as such for yuji himself, but the bond he formed with the pink-haired cutie quickly became too strong for kento to even entertain the idea of giving him up. "thank you for understanding."

"besides, who could possibly ever be mad at that face?" you coo, waving at an enamored baby yuji. his cheeks blush, the now bashful baby hiding his face in his father's broad chest.

"you only act shy around women." kento murmurs, brow perked as he looks down at his boy.

chuckling, you settle back into the nice armchair and open your magazine again. kento glances over at you as he swipes a comforting hand over yuji's back. feeling eyes your way, you look up to catch his gaze. he's handsome. and a good father, from the looks of it. "how old is he?"

"twenty-seven weeks."

nodding, you pick up the toy yuji carelessly throws to the ground that rolled to your feet. standing and coming to hand it over, your fingers brush kento's. "i take it he resembles his mother?"

kento wipes the toy on his shirt before giving it back to the baby. "i'm not sure. i took yuji in when he was just born; he was left in the cold with a note attached to him." all the note said was the boy's name, and that this was what was best for him. a little digging for further information only provided that the boy's two older siblings have been lost to the system, but kento is determined to eventually bring them all together again as brothers should be.

gasping softly, you take the seat beside kento. "he's been through so much, hasn't he?" you murmur softly, eyes soft as the baby stares at you with big, warm eyes.

"he has." kento mumbles, squeezing his son just a bit. "his spirits are high, despite that."

"no doubt because of you."

kento's cheeks warm. "... thank you."

silence falls, or as silent as it can be with a rambunctious baby in the room. yuji begins to whine after a point, likely hungry! kento swears lowly; he hadn't anticipated it would take this long for his car to be serviced, and that's where the baby's snacks are!

the usual routine of bouncing, tickling and kisses isn't working, and you bite your lip as you watch the struggle. a handful of years ago, you fostered a baby too and are more than familiar with this struggle. "... may i?"

kento considers it, eventually handing the boy over. perhaps you'll be able to settle him just long enough for kento to make a dash into the shop—

yuji stops crying the second he's settled in your arms, that little smile bright. returning his grin, you gently rub his tummy. "now, now... giving your papa such grief isn't very nice!"

the baby is putty in your hands, quiet and giggly and bashful as a conversation stirs between you and kento. an hour passes and yuji's fast asleep by the time kento's name is called, and you stand to walk with him to the car and carefully settle yuji in the car seat. kento straps him in, triple-checking each buckle and strap before he's satisfied enough to close the door.

"thank you for your help." kento murmurs, staring down at you and your sweet face. it's been some time since he's encountered a stranger as lovely as you.

"of course... and, if you'd like..." it's your turn to be bashful now, your eyes flicking from kento's to anywhere else. "um... i'd love to see you and yuji again sometime."

glancing at the soundly sleeping baby through the window, kento gazes back at you. "i— we would like that." his cheeks flush, and your giggle pulls the tiniest of smiles to his lips.

#kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #nanami x you #nanami x reader #jjk imagine #papamin au

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magicdefendorwolf · 1 year

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Injuries

Description:you come back home injured after some of your adventures,how do they react?

Characters:Kafka,Stelle and Serval

Warnings:mentions of injuries and limping

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Kafka

She was excited to finally see you again,only to see you return limping and bleeding

However,she is accustomed to injuries,as a stellaron hunter she often gets injured herself

So the moment she sees you walk in she quickly rushes to your side and ushers you to lay down

"Oh dear,come,lay down,you need rest,ill bring some medicine and bandages,alright?"

She'll say in an oh so sweet and gentle tone

But dont let that tone and the gentleness in her movements fool you,once she's done patching you up she goes straight to questioning,unless you need immediate rest of course

Who?where?when?what?why? She'll want to know every detail so she first knows if she has to give you a light lecture about your safety and calling for her for help,and who she has to punish of course

For the next few days or months,depends on how long your injuries take to recover she'll be extra careful so you wont push yourself

She also will replace your bandages every few days, and use medical advice she has learnt over the years to help you recover quickly

She becomes like your personal nurse for the time being,even if she'd deny it no matter what

10/10 quick recovery

Serval

The moment you walk through the door of her workshop and she sees you all injured her first instinct is to figure out what happened and take you to a doctorprobably Natasha

"Oh hey,your finally ba-"

She'd cut herself off mid sentence her joyous tone fading away once she sees your state

She immediately rushes you to a doctor as soon as possible

She'd be pacing around while the doctor tends to your wounds

Once you get home she's so strict with your treatement if you were given one,and also lets not mention how you'd be confined to laying in bed all day because Serval isnt having you moving too much until you are fully recovered

But dont worry,she'll keep you entertained,whether its a new song she's working on,reading a book with you,or telling you about how her day has been so far

And lets not mention that now she cooks for you each and every single meal,before this you would split cooking meals depending on who was up to it,it was usually you though since Serval was usually busy tinkering in the workshop,but god was her cooking amazing,even if she left the kitchen a messprobably blew something up in there or started a fire

And after you're done healing she'll make sure you'r extra safe

9/10 only because of the bed confinement and her acting like a worried doting mothereven if thats sweet it can get exhausting but its okay because its Serval

Stelle

Now listen,she is not one to worry,but thats not to say she doesnt worry when she sees you injured,she just rarely shows her worry because she believes its better to take action first

"Where were yo- Nevermind lets get you to Himeko and Welt maybe they can help."

She'd say calm as ever as she helps you get the treatement you need and after rhat she's staying by your side 24/7 like seriously

You also now have a Stelle that is willing to do anything for younot like she wasnt willing to before,but now she does even the simplest tasks for you if you ask her to

Hungry? She's immediately got some food for you,you dont even know where that came from. Bored? Great she just wanted to try out some new games. Your injuries are causing you pain? She just pulled out some painkillers and you dont even know where from,those werent there a second ago?🤨

If you have to stay in bed while your injuries heal she'll keep you entertained by cuddling you and telling you stories of where she's travelled so far

But if you dont have to stay in bed and can move around while your injuries heal then great,be prepared for this gremlin taking you everywhere she can,and if you get tired and just want to rest you can sleep while she gives you a piggyback ride

All in all 9/10 simply because she'd still drag you into hers and March 7th's chaotic sessions

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munsonsreputation · 19 hours

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hii! omg so i rlly love your writing its incredible. i have two requests but you can choose whichever one! the first one is an imagine w steve and the reader based off of call it what you want by taylor. orr a hurt/comfort imagine where the reader is basically comforting steve maybe aft he’s had a fight w his parents or something? again i rlly love your writing literally look forward for new writeups all the time!

at least we did one thing right

a/n: this one has been sitting in my inbox since forever and i managed to stir up this cute little thing. ciwyw is one of my favorite tracks of reputation and i can't wait to get the re-recording of this (hopefully soon!!!)

The party was in full swing, and by party you meant all of your close friends who are gathered in Steve’s living room and kitchen entertaining themselves while you and Steve hid away in his backyard like a routine.

His gaze flickered through the sliding doors, mock concern etched on his features as he mutters under his breath, “I swear to god, they better not pick the pineapple off the other slices.”

You turned your head to see what he was going on about, and sure enough the teenage boys were ravaging the kitchen like they hadn’t eaten in days. At this rate, they were like bottomless pits, and you weren’t quite sure how they were able to put away a portion of food without blinking.

Still, you snorted, swatting a hand over his thigh and garnering his attention back to you.

“They’re growing boys and their appetites are different from when they were twelve. We can order another if they’re still hungry.” You shrugged.

He shook his head, shifting to pull your legs over and across his lap.

“I ordered pineapple for you, and you should at least get to have one slice of it.” Steve insisted, though your orbs were too clouded with heart eyes to see the irritation he wore for the innocently selfish boys.

You pursed your lips into a tight smile, hooking your arm over his bicep, tugging yourself closer to him, “You’re so cute for someone who hogs all the blankets at night.”

He looked down at you, shaking his head with a mushy smile coming over him, “Hey you’re the one who likes the house freezing!”

Steve rumbles a string of laughter into the air, using his free arm that’s not being clung onto, to drape over your frame, practically wrenching your whole body onto his as you begin joining in the amusement. You give up on trying to get the upper-hand, letting yourself sit comfortably in his lap, your joined hands resting on either side of your bodies and you lean down to lay your head on his chest.

You snuggled deeper into the fabric of his shirt, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne. It’s a simple pleasure of yours to be wrapped up in his arms, high above the whole scene, in your own little world like nothing else mattered.

“You’re my portable space heater, got all the warmth I need,” you declared, pressing kind kisses over his chest feeling his lips brush over your hairline.

Steve thought he must have done something right in this lifetime in order to give himself to you in a way he hadn’t given anyone else before. He doesn’t care that it’s simply you two sneaking away just to act like corny teenagers again. All of that fades into nothing when you look at him the way you do.

But before you could savor the moment, a familiar voice interrupted from above, followed by the squeak of rusty wheels gliding across the frame.

“Are you guys having fun out here without us!” Robin shouted, ringing out closer as she approached you both, but of course not without the presence of Eddie by her side.

You sat up, laughing, while Steve groaned and craned his neck to greet them. “You guys have to stop sneaking off to do whatever this is,” Eddie teased, gesturing between you both with a lighthearted smirk.

Steve grunted, “You’re just mad you don’t have a girlfriend to love on,” he shot back, pulling you down by the wrists to meet his lips in a messy kiss that left you giggling.

Eddie feigned revulsion and quickly retreated back inside, while Robin settled beside your bodies, her eyes twinkling with affection. “I still think you guys are adorable, even though this sneaking off thing is getting old.”

Robin had always been rooting for the two of you — there was just something about you both that made perfect sense, and when you finally bit the bullet, it was safe to say she was celebratory about the whole thing.

“We just don’t want to bore you guys with our public displays of affection,” you teased, sharing a knowing smile with Robin who threw her head back and laughed at all the times your friends would scold you both to cut out the lovey dovey acts.

Steve interjected, “Last time we cuddled on the couch you kicked us out of movie night…in my house!”

Robin rolled her eyes, pointing an accusing finger at him. “That’s because we could all smell the sexual tension between you guys. Seriously, just get it out of your systems before we get here.”

You slapped your hands over your flushed face, groaning behind them, “Noted. We’ll remember that for next time.” You promised, shaking your head.

Steve couldn’t contain his laughter, his eyes crinkling as he turned to his best friend with a pleading look. “Now, can you please leave and let me make out with my girlfriend in peace?”

She rose up out of the lounger with a grin, “If there’s one thing you guys did right, it’s each other… and I don’t mean sex!” With that she disappeared back inside, leaving you both to yourselves.

Steve gently pulled your hands away from your face, his soft smiling easing away any idling embarrassment that you knew was all in good fun. He brought your hands closer to his lips, spreading kisses across your knuckles that made your stomach flip with warmth.

“Well, at least did one thing right,” He murmured, raising his brows up at you as you blushed and nodded.

“We sure did.” You whispered, before cupping his cheeks and bringing yourself down to him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, closing the distance between your lips, fitting themselves together like a daydream. The jokers and the drama queens could take all the swings and call it whatever they wanted to — as long as you and Steve knew it was love.

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geekywritings · 1 year

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“Come back to bed.”

Today, I present to you my interpretation of the lovely anonymous ask I received:

“Reader was super touch starved before they started dating and Cal is super touchy, and she loves it but also has trouble getting used it. But her favorite thing is when he rubs her back (comfort or just to be close) and it just becomes a thing for them??"

Again, lots of fluff, so enjoy!

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Touch… Such a simple thing. A sign of trust, a proof of friendship and a language of love all at the same time.

You’ve always had a strange relationship with the concept. On one hand, you feared it, on the other, you desired nothing more than to experience its effects. Thinking about it, your paradox connection to touch probably stemmed from your upbringing. Your mother had worked in one of the adult entertainment establishments of Nar Shadaa, with you growing up in this strange world of opposites.

Poor workers, rich clients. Big expectations, and crushed dreams. Honest touch and paid-for love. It all mixed together in this place, and you had watched it all from the kitchens where you were being kept while your mother served drinks to the various males that frequented the “The Pearl” every night.

Hugs were rare, as your mother wasn’t the type for it. She showed her affection in different ways, first and foremost by sending you away when you were old enough, thus saving you from a future in the establishment.

You attended a pilot academy and graduated among the top of your class. By that time, the Republic had fallen and the Empire was recruiting capable pilots left and right. Needless to say, the strict regime didn’t exactly encourage comradery and touch either.

And so you grew more and more hungry for it, while never quite knowing why.

You also hated working for the Empire. Payment was bad, the treatment of people horrendous and everything about it simply felt wrong.

It was by pure accident that you crossed paths with the rebels when one of them tried to pay you good credits to smuggle someone off-planet along with your booked cargo. You had agreed, mostly for the credits, to be honest, but eventually, helping people became a mission. A true purpose. Something fulfilling.

You also came to love one rebel in particular: Cal Kestis. You had run several missions for and with him until he eventually asked you to join his crew permanently. They could always use a good pilot, he argued. A good friend of his, Greeze, used to be the Captain of the impressive ship he used to get around, but the Latero had retired or was at least taking an extensive break.

And so your story with Cal had begun, quickly growing from allies to friends and eventually romantic partners. It had all happened so fast and your head still reeled from how the redhead had managed to worm his way into your heart. Never had you met anyone displaying such kindness, gentleness, patience and respect. It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

He taught you how to fight as well, organizing a metal staff for you after you turned out to be a rather poor shot. You two sparred regularly, with the Jedi putting his combat training into good use to teach you new tricks.

The crew around you changed constantly. Some left, some died, some joined you only for a specific job. But Cal, BD-1 and you were a constant on the Mantis. They were your family and the ship your home.

Often, you would sit awake long into the night, staring out into the galaxy passing you by and thinking about what your life would have been like if your mother hadn’t saved up every credit to send you away.

“Didn’t you say you’d join me in 10 minutes?”

You turned and found Cal leaning against the doorway leading to the cockpit. His hair was tousled and his eyes sleepy, but a small smile was playing on his lips, as he crossed his arms in front of his bare chest.

“That was three hours ago, love.”, he added when you sent him a confused look.

“Oh…”, was all you could say, not having realized how much time had passed. Getting lost in memories did that to you.

Stifling a yawn, Cal moved to drop into the Co-pilot seat, green eyes searching yours.

“Can’t sleep again?” His voice was full of sympathy as he reached out a hand to rest on your knee.

There it was again: touch.

Cal always reached for you. Whether it was for a hug or a kiss, to hold your hand, to just feel you near or to make sweet love with you. Every touch from his was special and you did your best to reciprocate. You still remembered the look of pure joy the first time you initiated a hug or gave him a kiss or reached for his hand on your own. It helped you greatly to open yourself to the kind of love language you had yearned for, yet still needed to grasp fully.

You stared at his hand on your knee and slowly placed yours on top of his.

“I was thinking about my mother… and everything she did to give me a good life.”

Cal nodded in understanding, but didn’t say anything, allowing you to unload your thoughts. He knew your past and had even volunteered to help your mom, but she had disappeared from “The Pearl” after your graduation with no sign of her to be found.

“She saved you. That’s love.”, he eventually spoke and you smiled.

“I wish I could have shown her more that I loved her.”, you sighed. You regretted that you hadn’t hugged her more on your own accord.

“I am sure that she knew.”, Cal assured you, ever the supportive voice for your conscience.

You smiled at him and nodded, before slipping from the pilot’s chair into his lap, arms sneaking around him. “I love you, Cal… And I want to show you every day.”, you muttered into his neck, as his arms came to rest around you.

“You do show me every day, Starlight.”, he whispered back, holding you close. “And I am so very grateful for it, because I love you as well. To the end of the Galaxy and back.”

For a while you just sat in silence, enjoying the proximity, Cal's hand drawing small circles on your lower back. It was your favourite, really, the gesture always helping you relax.

“Now come back to bed, love.”, the Jedi whispered eventually and you nodded, allowing him to carry you back into your room, where you both gave into desire.

Touch… Such a simple thing. A sign of trust, a proof of friendship and a language of love all at the same time.

You’ve always had a strange relationship with the concept. But you were ready to open your heart to it fully, as long as Cal was with you.

#cal kestis #cal kestis x yn #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #jedi survivor

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sstormyskyess · 3 months

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A Productive Outlet

author's note: my first of multiple prompts from @glitterypirateduck's soap it up challenge [this one is prompt 35 "you're so hot when you're mad"]!

cw: smut, top male reader, enemies to fuck buddies, switch!soap and switch!reader, fingering, anal, spanking, a little hair pulling near the start, choking

word count: 2500+

John "Soap" Mactavish x M!Reader

Soap, to put it extremely bluntly, hated your guts. He hated how cocky you were and he hated that disgustingly smug smirk that graced your handsome face whenever you were able to get a rise out of him. He hated how easily you captivated everyone’s attention with your charming personality. He hated the way you looked at him when you were trying to show off in the gym, covered in sweat that beaded along your skin.

You finally managed to make him snap one day when you were bragging to him about some random thing you had done; you had broken some arbitrary lifting record or something, he didn’t care to listen before he had grabbed you by the collar and shoved you against the nearest wall.

“When are you gonna learn to shut the fuck up?” He growls at you, faces just a few inches away from each other. You were genuinely surprised for a moment, since no matter how much you teased or taunted him, he never seemed to take the bait. But now with his fist twisted into the fabric of your shirt, you realize just how much your teasing had an effect on him.

But once you get past the initial shock, your eyebrow quirks and your signature smug look curls up the corner of your mouth. “You’re so hot when you’re mad. Y’know that?” You wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him even closer and making his chest bump against yours, making his eyes widen. All of a sudden, his face was heating up to his ears, much to your amusement. You can’t help but chuckle, shaking your head at the entertaining sight of him getting so embarrassed at your words. “Aw, what’s the matter, Mactavish? Cat got your tongue?”

You don’t get a moment to keep up your teasing before his lips collide with your own in a messy, aggressive kiss. It was more teeth and tongue than lips the longer you held him against you, your free hand coming up to grab him by the jaw and tilt his head to deepen the kiss. He braced his hands on the wall behind you, caging you in.

When you pull away, both of your faces are flushed, chests heaving from the lack of air. You grab his hips and drag them against yours, grinning when you feel the prominent bulge in his pants rubbing against yours. “So that’s how you feel, huh?” You lick your lips, a hungry look in your eyes as you stare him down. He practically growls at you in return, reaching down to palm at your cock through your sweatpants when you use both hands to grab his ass. “C’mon, handsome. My room,” You lean down to his ear. “Now.”

The moment the door to your bunk shut behind you, he was shoving you onto your shitty military standard bed, the worn out bed springs creaking in disapproval when you plopped down on your back. Your grin had never left, not even when Soap was hovering above you with his hands on either side of your head, pinning you down under his intense, steely gaze. You could see the way his gaze darkened the longer he looked at you, and you were sure it was mirrored in your own eyes.

“Was wondering if you would take some initiative. You don’t hide your emotions very well—has anyone ever told you that?” Your laugh was muffled by his lips on yours and his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your tongues curl around each other and your hand finds a handful of his mohawk, tugging him impossibly closer. He groans into your mouth. Looks like he liked that—good to know.

Your other hand trails down his chest to grab at his rock hard cock through his pants and his hips buck into your grip. He bites your lip in retaliation and you moan softly before tugging his head away from yours by his hair. "Don't get too carried away, handsome." You smirk. His eyes narrow, seemingly offended by the notion that he had to slow down.

You reached under your bed and searched blindly with your hand for a moment before finally finding your lube, showing it off to him with a little wiggle of the bottle. "Don't wanna tear anything, relax." He rolls his eyes, going to take the bottle from your hand. "Don't care if I rip you apart, you little—"

He yelps when you grab him by the shoulders and flip your positions to turn him over onto his stomach, yanking his pants and boxers down and off, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. "I'm not worried about me, sweetheart. I'm doing you a service." He pulls his face out of the sheets and glares back at you, trying to wiggle out of your grasp. You bark out a laugh, and pin his arms behind his back. "Looks like all that close combat sparring hasn't done you much good, huh?" Your voice is teasing, a fake sympathetic tone to your words.

He keeps trying to wrench himself from your hold, tensing up when a glob of lube fell onto his puckered hole. He hears the wet sounds of you stroking yourself with your lubed up hand, having not noticed you pulling your sweatpants down just enough to fish your cock out while he was squirming. Before he could glance back to get a look at you, your fingers were tracing the rim of his hole, dipping in ever so slightly but pulling out before they fully slipped inside. He groans in frustration, pushing his hips backward to urge your fingers in, but you just pull them away whenever he does.

Eventually, once you've had your fun, you show him some mercy and give him a finger, sinking it down to the last knuckle right off the bat and eliciting a moan out of him. Your digit reached his prostate and he jumped, twisting and bucking his hips against your hand. "Mm, is that good, handsome? Yeah?" You chuckle at his growl, muffled by the sheets where he buries his flushed, agitated face. He barely manages to stifle his whine when you add another finger to the mix and start to spread them apart, gaping his hole to prepare him for your cock.

Soap bites his lip and tenses up in an effort to keep his moans deep down in his chest, making you coo down at him, "You've gotta loosen up for me, babydoll; I'm not gonna be able to fit in this pretty little ass of yours if you don't." He takes a deep breath in through nose and releases it into the sheets, allowing your fingers to move again. "There you go, that's good," You sigh, a smile perking up the corners of your mouth. "Can't wait to be inside you, you're gonna feel so good, I just know it." He isn't able to hide the whimper that bubbles up at your words and you have to stop yourself from chuckling at the needy little noise. You can't wait to break him down.

You spend a little more time preparing him, but it feels like hours to him, so he starts to get a little antsy. "If you don't fuck me right now, I swear to christ I'll fuckin'—" His words are turned into a sharp moan when you shove your cock into him in one swift motion, all the way to the hilt. You moan as well, his tight walls clamping down around you so firmly it was almost too much. "Fuck, baby—I knew it'd be good, holy shit…" You sigh, just appreciating the feeling for a moment. "Haven't been fucked in a while, huh? Can barely move in here." You laugh under your breath.

You use the hand not pinning him down to grab one of his asscheeks, spreading it apart to get a good look at your cock disappearing into his hole. "What a view…" You mutter as you slowly start rolling your hips. You find that his pleased noises were much needier than you imagined they'd be; they were all high pitched whines and keening little moans, and they were fairly loud even though he was trying to hide them in the pillows. You spend a few moments working him open on your dick, taking in every little sensation. Who knew if you would ever get this chance again, right?

It didn't take long for him to start pushing his hips backwards to meet your thrusts, and that's when you knew he was ready for you. You quickly shifted your hands to press down on the middle of his back and scruff the back of his neck, angling yourself to get a better angle, and before he realized it you were absolutely pounding into him.

He yelps and tosses his head back, evidently no longer interested in muffling his voice in the bed. You groan along with him, keeping a steady rhythm that prodded at his prostate with every inward stroke. His cock was utterly leaking, each of your thrusts rutting his cock against the sheets. You were hitting deeper than he had ever experienced, quickly bringing tears to his eyes.

He directed his tearful gaze at you, sending a shiver down your spine. Everything about him was coming together to make such a pretty display; his skin flushed, a light sheen of sweat across his back, and his eyes all glassy and needy. You curse under your breath, tilting your head back and groaning low in your chest.

Soap was getting completely lost in the feeling of your cock dragging along his walls, so much so that he didn't notice the hand on the back of his neck leave. What he did notice was that same hand cracking down on his ass in a cruel slap. His eyes widen and he cries out, his hips bucking away from the burning discomfort, but he didn't have much room to maneuver with you pinning him down under your weight. You land a couple more spanks across his ass, alternating cheeks until they turned a nice, pretty pink. He whines twisting in your hold in a weak attempt to get away from your assault.

He was so close to his climax, just a little more and he'd be cumming across the sheets. "I can feel you clenching on me. Are you close, Johnny? Hm?" Something about you calling him that nickname, 'Johnny,' had his blood boiling. He hated that damn nickname and always has. He growls and manages to buck you off on him in his small burst of anger, flipping you over and shoving you onto the bed where he had been laying. You were shocked for a moment, thinking you had hurt him, but as soon as he had you where he wanted you, he was sinking back down on your cock in one fell swoop.

You grunt in confusion, looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "What the hell—" You jump when his hand wraps around your throat and he sneers down at you. "How many times do I have to tell you to shut," his hand tightens, "the fuck," tightens, "up?" and tightens even more, making you lightheaded as his fingers cut off your blood flow.

Your eyes flutter and you groan when he starts riding you, his hips slamming down onto yours at a bruising pace. You watch as his cock bobs against your stomach, a steady dribble of pre leaking from his cock onto your abs. He grins feeling your pulse under his fingertips. "You're a right cunt, y'know that?" Soap growls down at you over the sound of skin on skin. "Always talkin' all that shite—'m sick and fuckin' tired of it." He tosses his head back and moans loud, his walls fluttering when the tip of your cock glides along a sweet spot deep inside him.

"You don't seem like you hate it, babydoll," You chuckle breathily, talking past his hand clamped down on your neck. "Seems to me that you love all the shit I talk." He rolls his eyes at your words, tilting his hips in such a way that gets your cock deeper inside him. He squeezes down on the tip of your cock, making your hips buck up into his and clawing a deep groan from your chest. "Haud yer wheesht, y'brat." He hisses, raking his nails down your chest. You plant your feet on the mattress to start thrusting upwards into him. "I don't know what that means, Mactavish—" You moan and grab his thighs in a tight grip, digging into the thick muscles under his skin.

He opts to ignore you, focusing on milking your cock for all it's worth, a chorus of throaty groans leaving the both of you as he goes. "Fuck me, I'm fuckin' close, Soap…" Your breath hitches and your cock twitches. You grab his ass in both hands and pull his hips down onto your cock. Your lips meet when he leans down and he pulls you into a heated kiss, licking into each other's mouths.

You growl, taking hold of his cock and stroking it, making him let out a shocked moan from the sudden sensation of both his hole and his cock being stimulated at the same time. His nails dig into your pecs, leaving red crescent-shaped indents in your skin. "Y'like that, huh?" Your voice, try as you might to keep it even, shakes a bit as you near your climax.

His thighs shake the longer he rides you, his cock aching from how hard it had gotten, the tip an angry red. "Stroke yourself, handsome. Let me take care of things," You smile when he nods, leaning back and bracing himself on your thighs. You take hold of his hips and start guiding him up and down on your cock while still bucking up into him.

Soap fists his cock vigorously, making himself moan and tighten around your dick. You let out a quick succession of groans and grunts, just managing to hold back your climax until he came first. He whines and you watch as his dick throbs in his palm, his balls tightening with every spurt of cum that shoots out into his hand and onto your stomach. The sight triggers your own orgasm and your load coats the walls of his tight hole, milking a few more drops out of him at the feeling of your shaft pulsing inside him.

The both of your chests heave and your eyes meet. You grin when you see him looking at you, all placated and void of all the frustration that was once there. "You happy now, babydoll?" You tilt your head, laughing when he grabs your face and turns it away from him with a roll of his eyes. "Good to know that all it takes is a cock inside you to get you off my case."

He shifts to get off your lap, but you grab his hips and pull him back, seating him firmly on your still stiff cock. "No, no, you just stay there, handsome. Y'feel too good, I'm not done with you yet."

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

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eluxcastar · 8 months

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The little brotherfication of Pantalone

── ୨୧：pantalone & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: sibling headcanons pantalone edition lets goo

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child pantalone, reader is a few years older, they also basically raised him

୨୧﹑words :: 1.1k

more older sibling reader this one is blood relatives though, continue to expect more of these because I'm having a lot of fun writing themeven with the big gap between them. next one I think is Signora but that could change and I gotta finish the Dottore thing I'm working on rn which I expect to be long (not too long but longer)

all little siblingification posts

Many nights spent snuggled up in blankets together for warmth cannot simply be erased by money, nor can the years of malnourishment and sickness. In his mind, that's ok with him, as there's a fondness to it. It's just irritating when others can see it in his face and whisper. Whispers everywhere from those who know he is not an old money aristocrat.

Strangely he wouldn't wish for anything else. He wants the cheeks you used to kiss, the imperfect skin you ran your hands over, the frail boney body you would hug tightly. He treasures the memories he has of you, tracing his features, telling him how much he looks like his Mother. He cherishes that you shared those features with him.

He much prefers you now, healthier weight and beautiful clothes to flatter you that he could spend all day spoiling you with. You have the luxury to do what you want and he wouldn't want you to have to go back to living any other way, even if you're still cautious.

Pantalone does still adore his childhood memories, the times you provided him food and cared enough to feign sickness just to make sure he ate as much as he wanted, all without him realising what was going on. He wishes you hadn't, in retrospect, but making sure you had eaten enough didn't matter when he was right there, always hungry. You took him out to fish with him in the afternoons, and the two of you would share whatever you could catch. You never got to go out, and food was few and far between sometimes, but it was alright.

He loved all the stories you had to tell him, all of which you could make up on the spot, and you'd spoil him in your own way. Pantalone doesn't remember, but he knows you took care of him as a baby while his parents worked, then again as a toddler continuing on until he was a child, and you were still dressing him and making sure he ate during the day and kept him entertained. You tell him the many stories of how you would sleep with him even in infancy to keep him warm and gave him all your blankets as a toddler because he was always cold, with cold hands, a cold head and cold feet, which you would tuck into the bundle he would be wrapped in to go to sleep.

You claim you really had no idea what you were doing when he was barely a few years old, but he lived long enough to become the richest man in Teyvat and spoil you to death despite your objections. He considers it to be treating you as the treasure you are.

Supposedly, the only heartbeat he was willing to hear was yours, not even your Mother's, and he remembers he would fuss for you and cry whenever you had to leave. He wanted to play with you constantly and clung so severely that you sometimes took him out with you. Of course, you weren't perfect and admittedly left him home alone several times once he had reached an age that felt right enough, but it was usually an unavoidable thing. You never particularly wanted to and barely wanted to leave him either.

He doesn't hold you to any of it because, at the time, Pantalone was happy to wander around with you and run to you when he got scared or upset. He loves his parents too, but you were more special than that, somehow. He's not sure why or even what prompted it. He just picked you over everyone and stuck to that for as many years as you would let him, and you let him for a very long time.

Even his clothes, which you would sew with him in your lap, were fixed by your hand. He tried his hardest not to damage them, but whenever he did, you'd tut at him and wander off to find your needle and thread before pulling him into your lap. It was an awkward arrangement, letting him watch from your perspective to try and get him used to what correct looks like. You valued his ability to care for himself.

He would watch the careful stitches into his garments and the way you'd shake your hands when you'd accidentally prick yourself. The final clothes, fixed and back to new, were always so enamouring to him because it seemed like the world was ending just minutes ago before all was fixed by his older sibling.

Constantly he would want your attention and approval, and you would give it to him in droves. Everything he did was so impressive to you, and it pushed him to do even better to make you proud of him. He wanted you to smile when he showed you how far he was getting and to feel your hands run through his hair and congratulate him.

It was part of why he went to Snezhnaya, thinking he could find a job there and save a bit to send his spare money back to you, or move you out to live with him there. For years, you wrote letters to him back and forth, and he would include what little money he had only to find it sent back to him with extra in the following letter that reached him. Every attempt was not only sabotaged but also beaten, and he knew he needed you even if he didn't want you to give him your money. He wished you were spoiling yourself instead of having to support him.

Then suddenly, he had the best possible job in Snezhnaya and made the dumbest decision of his life, sending the whole of his first paycheck to you, telling you to spoil yourself. He hadn't considered how he was going to eat. He was just delighted to think that you might finally be able to eat in luxury and go out to one of those fancy restaurants you could never afford to visit.

Buy a new outfit, eat the food you always wanted from the chef everyone always fawned over, have dessert, go out, buy yourself new sewing supplies, and treat yourself nicely because the moment you're in Snezhnaya he'll be taking you to the best place he can find and buying you anything you want regardless of the price. You leave with a bunch of little trinkets and gifts that he wanted to give to you.

He loves the way you stroke his cheek with those hands that are starting to look like his again.

CROSSPOSTED ON AO3

#✦ — headcanons.#✦ — fluff.#pantalone #pantalone x reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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dreamingalto · 11 days

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I was slightly bored and couldn't decide on what to do... and then I remembered the Hunger Games Simulator existed.

And I have been watching too much Dan and Phil lately...

One thing lead to another and I eventually ended up with the following:

The Phangry Games

Naming logic went something like this: Hunger to Hungry. Gotta insert the infamous Ph at the beginning. Phangry.

Also yes Pastel Phil is accidentally named Punk Phil I didn't notice the mistake until after I began.

And it turned out 1000% more entertaining than I ever thought it could be.

So right off the bat, we have BIG Dan and Craftie Dan planning their fishing trip while Hiatus Dan is staying in character and fucking right off.

Then a couple of them are fighting for bags but the bloodbath is staying pretty safe right now.

In fact, there is only 1 death during the bloodbath.

Thought that meant that Day 1 was going to be a slow start but I SPOKE WAY TOO SOON! First, one of the craftie boys bites the dust to an infection of all things. Apparently HE doesn't provide medical care for infections.

Interactive Introverts Phil also tried to get rid of the current Phil but he managed to escape. So really, no harm no foul.

Then the Acid Rain started and DAMN DAN AND PHIL (spoiler: especially Dan) CAN NOT SURVIVE ACID RAIN VERY WELL AT ALL!

The day ended with only 11 survivors. 7 Phils and 4 Dans. PINOFs, Punks, Crafties, and WAD Era have all been completely eliminated!

At this point, I decide I am rooting for the 2009 boys, Sister Daniel, or COTY and Revival (AKA the Current/2024) Phil. But I was also just immensely amused at how quickly the simulator popped off this time.

The first night was pretty quiet with no deaths or anything occuring. Some of the Phils snuggled up together while Revival Phil snuggled up with 2009 Dan.

Then almost immediately on Day 2, a group with both the 2009 Boys, COTY Phil, and Sister Daniel actually raid Revival Phil's camp. So 10/10 on the betrayal there 2009 Dan.

It stays quiet the rest of day 2. AND INTERESTINGLY ENOUGH ON NIGHT 2!

Phil STOP TRUSTING 2009 DAN HE LITERALLY HELPED RAID YOUR CAMP EARLIER!

But besides the whole trust and betrayal plot with those two, we have both of the hiatus boys deciding that it was time to start the hiatus for everyone else.

Hiatus Phil going for the more strategic kill as Pastel Phil is only Phil who has a kill up to this point.

Day 3 brings the feast. And just like BIG Dan tripped and died during the acid rain...

Coming out of the closet apparently involved tripping out of the closet.

The feast also included the continuation of the Hiatus Boys kill streak with them getting rid of half of the remaining Dans.

I really apperciate Hiatus Dan's commitment to lore accuracy.

This left only 6 tributes for the rest of Day 3.

Which turned to the final five tributes almost immediately with 2009 Phil finishing off the TATINOF era team.

All that is left in the Final Five is the 2009 Boys, the Hiatus Boys, and Revival Phil.

Night 3 is pretty quiet. But Day 4 ends up leveling the playing field with Hiatus Phil accidentally eating toxic berries.

Nothing in particular happens on Night 4 EXCEPT for the fact that 2009 Dan is now snuggling up with Hiatus Dan.

AND WITH A TASTE OF HIS OWN BETRAYAL MEDICINE FROM THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME, Hiatus Dan tries but fails to eliminate 2009 Dan in the morning of Day 5.

After the failed attempt to eliminate 2009 Dan, Night 5 is actually pretty quiet. But on Day 6, Hiatus Dan sets his sights on the 2009 team again.

This brought us to the final three. 2009 Dan and Revival Phil, who both have no kills so far. And Hiatus Dan, who has brought a hiatus to at least three other Dans/Phils.

I don't have that much faith in either 2009 Dan or Revival Phil, but anything can happen in this simulator.

And on Night 6:

Revival Phil, in a bit of an ironic twist of following lore accuracy, put an end to Hiatus Dan while 2009 Dan actually ended up on fire.

No I am not sorry for that last sentence.

THIS MAKES PHIL THE WINNER OF THE ENTIRE PHANGRY GAMES!

The simulation turned out a lot more dramatic than I have experienced in the past (with the whole underlying Trust/Betrayal Plotline that ended up emerging with the final three) and was so funny to go through.

Here is a link to the simulator in case this post reminded you this simulator existed and you wanted to try it for yourself.

(The above link should load up the DnP Season as shown in the first image but it might not work after around three months due to the websites saving policy)

#dan and phil #dan and phil games #daniel howell #phil lester #amazingphil #phan #the phangry games #edit: accidentally hit post while I was finishing adding all the alt text #thought I accidentally deleted the whole post for a moment and was a little upset #be careful editing long posts on tumblr mobile lol.

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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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pìwopx

pìwopx [pɪ.ˈwop’] n. cloud

Anonymous Request: Can I request a Neteyam x fem reader where Neteyam and Reader are promised to be mated but they know nothing about each other. All she knows is he’s the chief's son, and all Neteyam knows is she’s the daughter of Ninat, has the voice of an angel, and she’s a pretty good healer. When they finally spend time together, they realize it was the perfect match.

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Since I was barely 13, I have known that when I turned 18, I would be mated to the chief's else son, Neteyam.

It wasn't that I didn't have a choice, but it was strongly encouraged that I choose Neteyam, and he was strongly encouraged to choose me, as well.

This made us both shy. Though we had plenty of opportunity to speak and socialize, we avoided each other like the other was a hungry thanator. I would blush if we ever came close to each other, and he would avoid my gaze, and I wondered if he would possibly be able to choose such a nervous, meek girl.

As we grew older, I knew we had to do something to change this. If we were expected to mate for life, we need to at least talk... but it had been years of shyness, nervousness, and anxiety - I wasn't sure how to fix it now.

Neteyam watched Y/N, daughter of Nina, as she sat near to the fire. Her face, more beautiful each day, glowed in the light of the dancing flames. He was just close enough to hear her as she sang - people were always asking her to sing - and he closed his eyes for a moment to listen.

As her mother before her, Y/N had a beautiful voice. It was like the wind, like the flap of his ikran's wings as they soared straight up to the blue sky... it was hard to capture with words, how he felt when she sang.

He just needed to talk to her. His 18th birthday had come and gone, and he had to present his intentions to her soon.

He didn't want that to be the first thing he ever said to her.

I left my friends late at night, making my way slowly through home tree, ascending through the branches to my hammock.

"Y/N," a soft voice called as I reached for a vine above me. I turned, and behind me was Neteyam. He hopped up, standing on the same long, thick branch I stood on.

"Neteyam," I said, my heart racing. This was the most we'd spoken to each other... ever. And it was just two words.

We stared at each other for a long moment, and I used the awkward pause to admire how handsome Neteyam had become. He was strong, and tall, broad-shouldered like his father, and yet still delicate, like his mother.

He was our clan's fiercest hunter, and I knew I was lucky to have the chance to claim him... I just wanted to know him first, a little.

"I heard you singing tonight. It was beautiful."

A blush crept across my cheeks, deep and hot. "Thank you, Neteyam. I'm grateful to share my mother's gift, though I'm sure I don't compare to her."

"You're better," he said, his eyes wide, his voice earnest, and my blush deepened.

Another long, awkward pause. I tried to come up with a compliment in return, but my mouth was dry, my heart racing.

"I was hoping tomorrow, you would join my siblings and I. There is this meadow... we go to pick flowers for Kiri."

"Of course," I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

"Meet me... here. First light. Bring your sister, Reknel."

I nodded. He reached out, his hand just grazing my arm, before he snatched it back.

I could barely fall asleep that night, I was so excited.

Reknel, barely 8 years old, waited impatiently with me the next morning. I had packed something for her to eat, and knew she would be plenty entertained by Neteyam's sisters, even though she was a little younger.

The sun rose, and Neteyam arrived, just when he said he would.

"Good morning!" Rek greeted excitedly.

"Good morning! Are you both ready?" He had a pack slung over his shoulders, as did I. All I could do was nod, and we took off.

All three of Neteyam's siblings were waiting at the edge of the forest. In our effort to avoid each other out of pre-teen shyness, Neteyam and I had also avoided each other's siblings, so Neteyam had to introduce us.

Tuk, barely 13, took Rek's hand immediately, and I was grateful.

"You're going to love it," Tuk told her as we began walking. "It's a beautiful, giant meadow, full of flowers. Kiri picks some of them and we use them to make paints, and medicine."

Rek glanced up at me as we walked, and reached out for my hand, so the three of us formed a chain. She was not typically shy, but could probably sense how nervous I was, and it made her tense; she had always been a sensitive girl.

Eventually, she became enamored with Tuk and Kiri, and ran to walk with them, leaving me behind after I made her take some dried fruit with her to eat.

"I knew Tuk would be excited to have Reknel along," Neteyam said, surprising me by coming up alongside me. He had been trailing behind with Lo'ak.

"Rek loves someone to listen to her talk," I said teasingly. "Tuk is being a good sport."

Neteyam laughed, and the sound warmed my heart.

"You said Kiri uses these flowers for medicine. Do you think... I might take some home, as well?"

Kiri was being trained by the Tsahik herself, but I had been studying, too. As the hopeful mate to the next Olo'eykten, I needed to be a talented healer. I had to admit, I preferred hunting, fishing and singing but, healing was a worthwhile task.

"Of course. Kiri was hoping to show you what she's found here, and learn from you."

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "What could she learn from me that she hasn't learned from your grandmother?"

"Grandmother has seen your work - she thinks you will make a fine Tsahik."

There it was. We had mentioned it. I could be the next Tsahik, if Neteyam chose me, and I accepted.

My mouth felt dry again, my head a little heavy, my palms sweaty. I blinked, hard, trying to force myself to focus - this was silly! We were both adults now, and how were we ever going to figure out if we would be a good pair, if we couldn't talk about it?

"We've wasted a lot of time, haven't we?" I asked, trying to smile.

"How do you mean?" Neteyam asked. I looked around - Tuk, Kiri and Rek were far ahead of us. Lo'ak behind, but out of ear shot. This was our chance to really talk.

"Well, we could have been friends, or at least gotten to know each other. Now it feels sort of, strange, doesn't it? You're supposed to come to me and ask me to be your mate, and I'm supposed to say yes, and all I know about you is that you're very handsome and a great hunter."

Neteyam shrugged, but nodded. "All I know about you is that you're very beautiful, and a great singer - a good healer, too."

"What else do you want to know about me?"

He looked away from me, staring ahead at our siblings, furrowing his brow as he considered the question. "Tell me about claiming your ikran."

And we continued, back and forth, sharing stories of our families, our experiences, our likes and dislikes.

Neteyam loved swimming, and I told him I wanted at least three children. I told him the happiest day of my life had been when Rek was born, and he joked that the happiest days of his life were before Lo'ak came along.

We laughed, very hard, sharing stories of our first hunts and my failed attempts at weaving. Neteyam wasn't just handsome and a good hunter - he was a good listener, and funny, too. Plus, up close, his smile was more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen.

By the time we reached the meadow, I felt as if I was walking on a cloud.

Her voice was just as beautiful when she spoke as when she sang. When she laughed, it was like a harmony, and all Neteyam ever wanted to do was make him laugh, for the rest of his life.

When they reached the meadow, Kiri pulled Y/N away, showing her the flowers, and he watched quietly as Tuk and Rek helped them carefully pick and pack them in small sacks, while Kiri and Y/N explained what each flower was useful for.

She was so smart, too. She wouldn't admit it, but she was a promising healer, his grandmother had told him so, going so far as to say that the clan would be safe in her hands as Tsahik.

"So, how's it going?" Lo'ak came up behind him, elbowing him in the side. "I heard her laughing. Both of you, really. Her laugh is better than yours though. You sound like a wounded angtsìk."

Neteyam rolled his eyes, but smiled. "I think it's going... well. She's different than I thought she would be. She's really smart, and very funny, and-"

"Too good for you," Lo'ak cut him off, and the brothers laughed together.

"Too good for me."

We spent hours in the meadow. After we'd picked all the flowers we wanted, we ate lunch together, all sitting in a large circle, talking and laughing.

Neteyam and his siblings were so joyful, and despite the teasing and almost fighting, they were very close - it was really fun to be around. Reknel was having the time of her life; it would e hard to peel here away from Tuk at the end of the day.

Eventually, the sun began to grow low in the sky, and Kiri announced that they'd better return.

"Hold on," Neteyam grabbed my arm as everyone else stood up to go. "Kiri, can you take Rek back to her parents? We're going to stay a little longer."

Kiri looked to me to confirm, and I nodded. I reached out for Rek, who fell into my arms, hugging me tightly. "Be good on the walk back," I whispered, gathering her hair in my hand behind her back. "Listen to Kiri and Lo'ak."

She kissed my cheek, and ran for Tuk, grabbing her hand. They disappeared behind the trees.

"I wanted to spend just a little more time, the two of us," Neteyam said it with a smile.

It almost made me want to laugh, the fact that we had wasted years being so nervous to talk to each other. What wasted time it had been.

We resumed our conversation from earlier, catching up on years of getting to know each other, and with every moment we shared, it felt like, to me at least, Neteyam might be the perfect fit for me.

He was gentle and kind, just as much as he was strong and capable. He would make a fine mate for anyone in the clan, and I was feeling luckier by the second to have been chosen before I was born.

"Neteyam, I have to tell you..." I said, feeling bold after only one day, "I really, um, like you. I know we still don't know each other well but I feel like, well, I just feel like I like you."

We were laying in the meadow now, not touching but very close. I felt a rustling in the soft grass next to me, and felt Neteyam's fingers brush across the back of my hand. I flipped my hand over, palm up, and he laid his hand flat on mine. I laced my fingers through his, and tried not to smile too big.

"I think you're... wonderful. I already knew you were our best singer, and our most promising healer, but I didn't know how maternal you are, how soft and fierce at the same time, how much someone could make me laugh."

I turned my head to the side to see Neteyam already looking at me, smiling.

"If I hadn't been told we were promised to each other, I would have wanted you for my mate, anyway. I would be proud, to call you mine."

I squeezed his hand. "I would be proud to call you mine, too."

Everything felt lighter than air, as if we were floating on clouds, lifted high up above the meadow, looking down at each other.

I couldn't say quite yet if I loved Neteyam or not, but I could certainly tell he was someone I could love.

It seemed I would get the chance to fall in love with him now.

#neteyam #Neteyam x reader #neteyam fic #avatar 2 #avatar twow

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vaniloqu3nce · 1 year

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More about the wenclair kids, this post is dedicated to @krystal-maiden because they wanted to know more about the twins! If anyone wants to ask anything about them, I’d happily share my hyperfixations with anyone (:

Leonidas is a pack animal and prefers company. He follows his moms everywhere and whenever his uncles visit he will hold something they have hostage so they can stay longer. Leonidas was jealous that Wednesday AND Enid had brothers, so he asked for brothers for his birthday. He got two twin sisters instead.

When the twins came home, Leonidas tried to return them because he thought they got the wrong kids.

Vittoria and Naenia are not identical twins, in fact one look at them and nobody could tell they were twins at all. Vittoria is the spitting image of Enid and Leonidas save for her nearly black eyes. And Naenia is the spitting image of Wednesday, except her bright blue eyes which stare into the soul of anyone and everyone.

Naenia and Vittoria were born with their dominant gene being psychic, and because of their twinship they share a connection. If Vittoria cries, Naenia will start crying soon after. If Vittoria is hungry, Naenia will cry, if Naenia wakes up in the middle of the night and sits there quietly, Vittoria will wake up and start crying. If Naenia needs to be changed, Vittoria will start crying. Leonidas noticed this and immediately started trying to experiment to figure out the limits of this. Wednesday always manages to catch him before someone gets beheaded though.

Vittoria was smiling as soon as they left the delivery room. (They had to make sure Leonidas didn’t cut the breaks) Naenia didn’t stop crying unless Wednesday held her and they didn’t like to be separated. Leonidas spent the entire car ride pouting because he wanted brothers.

Naenia has a permanent glare, unless her face is relaxed, like when she’s inspecting Enid’s fangs or near Vittoria. (Naenia will play with Enid and Leo’s fangs as a baby) The first time she smiles is at Leonidas as he’s about to set her on fire, and he decides she is more useful alive (his heart melts and he realizes he’d protect his baby sisters with his life). Vittoria is a very happy baby so long as she’s entertained. She’s very curious and tries to get into everything Leo owns (annoy him to death) and thus starts their life long prank rivalry.

Yoko loves the twins and Leo, she insist they call her aunty or dad (Wednesday firmly disagrees even though she is their god mother). Frequently Yoko just pops into the house with gifts for the twins and Leo. Vittoria loves anything colorful to chew on and expensive (she seems to be able to smell what costs money). Yoko very quickly becomes Vittoria’s favorite and Naenia loves her fangs.

Leonidas always tries to ambush and kill Yoko but she’s much faster and stronger than he is. Yoko just thinks he’s adorable every time he tries to jump on her back with a toy knife. He makes it his goal to defeat her in combat (even though he won’t say it, he respects her a lot). And he likes that she protects Enid, Leo is very protective of his moms.

Naenia loves being around Leonidas, she smiles most as a baby when he watches horror movies with her.

Vittoria loves when there are a lot of people around to watch, she doesn’t like to be bored at all. She often spends time in Leonidas’s old carrier with Enid because she likes to move around. And because Naenia doesn’t like to be far from her, Enid buys a second one for Wednesday to use in public. She is appalled. She wears it anyway. They’re in their snood colors.

Enid: We can match!

Wesnesday: …Leo I think your mom is trying to send me to an early grave.

Leonidas: Grave digging! :D

Wednesday, nodding: Yes we do have to take them on their first grave robbing expedition, they’re getting about that age.

Enid: …they’re five months old.

Wednesday: By that age my father and my uncle had already taken me across the sea to slay my first kraken with them. It’s a bonding experience for family.

#wenclair #eniday #wenid #wenclair parent au #wenclair kids au #enid sinclair #wednesday addams #enid x wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday future au #wednesday #enid #enid and wednesday #enid: we are not slaying anything or anyone #leonidas: D:#wednesday: do not worry leo she just doesnt know how fun it is #leo is constantly fighting with Vittoria even though he’s four years older than her #vittoria laughs at him even as a baby #naenia can sit in Leo’s arms for hours just chilling while glaring at everyone #leonidas DOES try to see if they bounce and Wednesday catches them #leonidas does try to fence the twins #yoko: no he already has two moms can i be the god father #wednesday: absolutely not #enid gasping: OFC yes #yoko is technically their god father #yoko appearing on a random tuesday with divina: DAD IS HOME #yoko tanaka

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yangkitties · 8 months

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Cookies and Crazy ✩ l.fl

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.9k genre: fluff || warnings: proof read but its been a while since i wrote this so it might be a shitty read sorry, mentions of food (this whole fic involves baking), you're gonna end up craving cookies so be warned synopsis: baking with your boyfriend on a free day seems fun... until he gets a little mischievous. note: yawl school has been INSANEEEE... and considering my jay fic flopped so hard i had to take a lil break :( but we're back in business baby 💪 plz feel free to send thoughts and asks mwah have fun reading :]

You were currently sitting on the desk beside Felix’s gaming set up, spinning on a swivel chair as you watched him play games with an expression of pure focus. His eyebrows furrowed slightly together, making the slit he had gotten recently disappear. Today, his freckles were on full display, making him look much more beautiful. Looking at him could have entertained you forever, but he was so close to you, just out of reach, you couldn’t help but want him all to yourself.

After a few more minutes, his face of concentration changed to a face of frustration. You knew this face, it meant he was loosing. He dejectedly tapped away, hoping he could save himself. Soon enough he lost, a cute pout adorning his lips. Before he could start another game though, you interjected.

“Lix.” You bumped your chair to his, only to get a small ‘hm?’ out of him. ‘Lixxiiiieeee.’ This time you poked his arm. Still just a nod. ‘LEE FELIX YONGBOK!’ You yelled, pinching his arm.

‘Ow, ow, ow, baby what is it?’ He questioned, pausing it before the game could start. ‘I’m bored.’ You pouted knowing he wouldn’t tell you off if you used your charm. 'N/N. Baby. Darling. Love of my life. What the fuck can I do about that?' He deadpanned, swivelling into gaming position again. Before he could start the game though, you plopped yourself on his lap, shaking your head. Felix finally realised how bored you were and gave you a ‘go ahead’ gesture, so you grabbed his mic and giggled out, ‘Sorry boys, Felix has to go now, see ya later!’ Before you completely quit the call you could here the boys whining but you couldn’t care less.

‘Now, what do you want to do baby?’ Felix questioned, all his attention finally on you. His hand snuck under your hoodie (his to be accurate), softly massaging your hips. ‘I… actually don’t know…’ you huffed out, resting your head on his chest. ‘You’re bored but you don’t know what you want to do but still interrupted my gaming?’ He picked your face up, squishing your cheeks with his tiny hands. You tried to say yes but only a semblance of the sound left your lips. Felix giggled, shaking his head before completely embracing you.

After a couple of seconds, a loud growl erupted from your stomach ‘Uh…’ you frowned looking down at your belly. ‘You hungry love?’ You nodded, not knowing what else to do.

Felix straightened up suddenly, accidentally tipping you back and hitting your back against the desk. ‘Oh shi- sorry sorry. I just had a great idea!!!’ He exclaimed as he rubbed your back, hoping he didn’t hurt you too badly. ‘Well it better be worth the spinal damage you caused-’ You rolled your eyes and stood up, stretching to make sure everything was okay- ‘And what is this amazing idea Mr. Lee?’

‘We could bake cookies together!!’ Felix jumped up excitedly beside you, his trademark sunshine smile lighting up his entire face. ‘Bok. That’s the best idea you have ever had!’ you said laughing as you slung an arm around him and dragged him to the kitchen.

Soon, you had soft jazzy music filling the kitchen and ingredients spread across the counter as the both of you started to make cookies.

As Felix set up the oven, you continue to mixed the cookie dough he had started to prepare earlier. You mixed the ingredients as fast as you could, hunger growing each second.

Soon enough, a giggly voice bubbles up beside you, ‘No no N/n, you’re doing it all wrong!!’ Felix tsked, gently wrapping himself around you. Taking control of your arms, Felix starts to guide you.

Goosebumps start to erupt all over you, quickly joined by a light pink dust and the feeling of warmth across your cheek. None of these developments go unnoticed to Felix, who decides to react with a deep chuckle. Low and smooth, his laughter lifts right into your ears, sending electrifying shivers down your body as your head flicks back to his shoulder.

‘Anything wrong bub?’ Felix questions innocently, purposefully leaning over so now his face nearly directly in front of you. You huff, eliciting a deep rumbling laugh out of him as he goes back to directing you.

Quickly you slip out of his embrace, grabbing a hand full of flour nearby and flicking it at him as revenge for getting you riled up.

Now, there’s flour all over Felix’s apron, and an expression of shock on his face. Before you could react, Felix already has his hands full of flour and on your face, rubbing them all over. Within seconds, your face is covered in flour and the aghast expression on his face has been replaced by a cocky grin.

‘Oh two can play this game,’ you say and grab his face, promptly kissing him all over his face and successfully transferring some of the flour from your face to his. Felix struggles to escape, sputtering as he frees himself from your grasp.

You look each other up and down, bursting into laughter. Felix gently bumps his shoulder to yours, allowing you to rest your head on his. ‘We better finish this up.’ Felix points out, sighing.

In silent harmony, you start to clean the flour and he starts to finish of the cookies.

In no time you both have a fresh plate of chocolate chip cookies resting on your lap as the both of you cuddle and laugh, still trying to pick out bits of flour from each other’s faces.

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fluff #stray kids x reader #skz fluff #skz x reader #lee felix #lee yongbok #lee felix x reader #lee yongbok x reader #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagines #lee felix fluff #lee yongbok fluff #felix fluff #yongbok fluff #felix imagines #felix drabbles #🖋️: nyx.writes ━ skz ☆

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poguesprincess · 2 months

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pope with island gyal reader. like she came as part of a package deal w cleo. and she's a freaky lil thing. she is on pope day and night and what is he supposed to do but entertain her ;)

-🎧

as an island gyal, yes yes and yes

*.⊹˚𝜗୧ ‧₊˚

you were a loose cannon, to put it nicely— loud, intense, sporadic— a good balance for your partner in crime, cleo. who was, though a bit tempestuous, far more rational than you were. when the two of you became a part of the pogue’s crew, it was easy for you to get along with them. one of them, however, you got along with a little too well.

you weren’t shy by any means, and you always knew what you wanted. the second you laid eyes on him, you knew that something was pope.

you’d flirt shamelessly with him— in front of everyone and alone— unphased by the displeased groans and gags towards your unadulterated attempts to seduce the boy. what made it worse, was how shy he got. it only egged you on more.

“hey, brownin’!” you’d call out to him, snickering to yourself as the group— him included— dropped their heads back with a sigh, tired from your antics. he stumbled over to you, avoiding eye contact.

“first of all, i told you i don’t entirely understand what that means, and i’m not sure it’s exactly acceptable to say—“ you rolled your eyes, americans, “and i thought we agreed you’d stop calling me it?” he mumbled once he reached to you, glancing nervously behind him as jj and john b fake made-out with each other behind his back.

“we never agreed to it, pretty boy,” you reminded him, smile like a cheshire cat as you looked him up and down. you cut him off before he could begin arguing with you. he was always chatting back.

“come hang ‘round with me for a bit. i’m not feeling the beach just yet.”

he thought about it for a second, turning back to the group with an apologetic smile before taking your hand and running back to the chateau with you. he couldn’t say no to you— not with your perfectly sun-kissed skin, effortlessly tossed curls, and wild eyes. he thought you were gorgeous, to put it simply, and he found that his senses faltered whenever you asked him of anything.

thats how the two of you ended up with your mouths hurriedly pressed against each other’s, kisses all but wet and sloppy and frankly, gross. you were pushed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and hands cupped to his face as you giggle in between kisses.

“my— what happened to the shy boy i was just with outside?” you managed in between the attacks of his lips. the minute he got a taste of you, he was hungry. you could hardly find time to breathe— but you were sweet and tasted of sea salt and mango and he couldn’t find it in him to care.

“not my fault you’re a freak,” he rasped, moving to attach his mouth to your neck, sucking on that one spot he’d discovered not to long ago and has since not left alone. it made your eyes roll to the back of your head, and the facade you often put on shrink down. you hated putting your walls down, but you found it progressively got easier with him.

“—and for the record,” he started again, “i’m not shy, you’re just vulgar”.

“that’s up for debate,” you smiled as he raised his head to meet your eyes, giggling as he dove his head back to your soft, plump lips.

the afternoon had long passed by the time the two of you finally made it back to the beach (not without you sneaking in the boy a handjob. you were addicted to the way he called your name when he came), and you swore that he would pass out from the amount of teasing the two of you received when you got back. you— you could handle it. you entertained it, even, joining in on the jokes and poking him in his side as you did. he struggled to do the same, hiding his face in his hands and groaning as jj shook him playfully.

when nighttime came around, he was usually the one to initiate with you. the sun was hotter in the caribbean than in obx, so you were more used to prolonged days in the sun, its fatiguing effects having less of an impact on you than it did him. it wore him down, making him downright clingy.

he’d drag you to the sea, both of you laughing as you tripped and clamored as you ran in the sand, before easing you into the water, a possessive hand at the back of your neck as he clashed his lips to yours for the millionth time that day, hand sneaking to rub you through the thin material of your bikini.

“who’s the freak now?”

“shut up.”

#꒰ ۫ ੭ requests! ୨ৎ ꒱#εïз pope prompt !#pope heyward prompt #pope heyward #pope x reader

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bangtanhoneys · 5 months

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Magic Shop - Grace

[BTS WEVERSE] GRACE started their LIVE: How are you feeling?

ARMY got their notification as it came through to their phones in the middle of the afternoon in Seoul. It had been awhile since Grace had been seen, heard or even mentioned since all members of BTS had enlisted with the military, Jungkook & Jimin the last two to go. Fans had taken to messaging or commenting on Instagram posts or on LIVE videos of TXT, CL, Seventeen and IU to see where Korea’s noona was.

The background didn’t belong to any studio or a modern apartment like ARMY were used to seeing from BTS. It looked homely, warm, unique and with a hint of British to it. She was sitting in a brown leather office chair, dressed in a jumper but with a cardigan wrapped around her and a blanket thrown over her legs.

As always, she was cradling a cup of tea.

The video was muted as she turned to her left, said something then nodded before turning her attention to the screen in front of her which was then when the video was unmuted.

“Good afternoon, ARMY. How are we doing?” she asked, shifting so she brought a knee up to rest her mug on as she leaned forward to see the screen.

“You’re feeling sad? Hungry. You’ve got homework to do, ooh someone is about to go on a date. Well have a lovely time. Sad, sad, sad,” Grace read through the fast incoming comments.

“I’m feeling sad,” she admitted as she smiled slightly. “As you know, the boys have gone to do their duty for the military. I’ve seen them all off now so I don’t know quite what to do with myself. I’ve come to stay with my parents for a little bit, Min-ji is enjoying himself with his grandparents. But I just wanted to come here and show my face, to say I’m here, I’ve not disappeared. I just needed a little while to reorganise my mind, if that makes sense?”

Grace took a sip of tea and watched the comments go up the screen, ignoring the ones that were plain stupid or the ones that only cared about one member in particular.

“Will I have contact with them? I will. Don’t worry, the group chat is alive and well. Namjoon sent a message which translated, means I’m freezing my ass off,” Grace explained as she switched to English when she saw the English comment come in. “So they're doing well. Seokjin is getting promoted left right and centre, Yoongi is having fun being a civil servant, Hobi is kicking ass and obviously our boys are adjusting. I’ve been keeping an eye on them in the best way I can. But it won’t be long till they are home. You just have to deal with me for a while.”

She laughed as the comments came in, some saying: ‘Grace noona is going to be the best ARMY leader ever’ ‘when is your solo stuff coming?’ ‘when is Seokjin coming home?’

“My solo stuff. Ah well, it’s coming. I promise. I have a lot planned but I can’t reveal everything yet. I’m under tight instructions not to say anything until it’s ready and we’re nearly there, you just need to wait a couple of months or so and then it will be here and you won’t know what to do with yourselves.”

“Am I okay?” Grace read one comment, pausing as she looked at the screen then the mug then back to the screen again.

“No is the honest answer. I’ve been with all of them for 13 years now? Roughly. I met Namjoon first, then Yoongi & Hobi and then all of them trickled in. I’ve been at Big Hit since I was 18 or 19 and I’m nearly 34. That’s a long time. So my world since the day I signed my BTS contract has been them and now I don’t have that. They're doing their duty and I’m very proud of them but it’s hard not having one of them here, every moment of every day. So I’m adjusting to the fact that I don’t have access to all of them now. It was alright when it was just one or two but now it’s all of them.”

Grace paused and took a sip of her drink, smiling slightly. “But don’t worry about me, I’m getting there. Like all of you, we were all here and now there’s only one but I know the boys have plenty of things to entertain you with while they enlist and you’ve got my things coming as well, so you won’t be bored. In fact, you’re going to be complaining.”

It was obviously a tease and she knew exactly what she was hinting at with Yoongi’s Suchwita episode with her still to come where the announcement would be that she was coming on her birthday and then it was going to be a whirlwind from her birthday onwards and then her tour.

So much to do, so little time but for now, she was content to sit with ARMY and just chat.

“Sing Magic Shop,” one comment caught her eye.

“I don’t have Jungkook’s karaoke set up but one moment, let me see what I can do.”

She untangled herself from her cocoon and went to the door, left the room and then came back with another phone. “I’ve stolen my mother’s phone so one second everyone.”

Grace closed the door behind her, just as Min-Ji slipped through the door. “Ah I guess he wants to say hello.”

She sat back down in her chair and sorted her blankets, tapping at her lap so Min-Ji could jump up. He gracefully did so and put his front paws on the desk, sniffing at the phone that was filming her live.

“You done? It’s only ARMY. Say hello.”

He gave a soft meow as he turned and made biscuits in her lap while she searched on her mother’s phone for the Magic Shop karaoke version.

“Okay, here we go. So everyone, I’m fine, sad as you are but I’m here if you need me. Just shout my name on WeVerse and I’ll come running - no matter what you need, what you want to ask, what you want to see, don’t hesitate to contact me, okay? After all, I’m in charge of the Magic Shop now,” Grace smiled as she lifted her hand to show her heart fingers. “I love you all.”

ARMY were left with Grace singing her version of Magic Shop to them, which the clip would be later uploaded to Twitter with many asking for Grace to release it for ARMY as a present.

#bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts eighth member #bts female member #bts fic #bts fanfiction

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ beard (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; knowing that you've been at home sick, Finnick tries to cheer you up when he comes back.

warnings; swearing,

wc; 1.4k

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When Finnick left, he told you not to miss him too much while he was gone, and to be careful because there wasn’t going to be anyone to help you. At the time, you thought he was trying to be cheeky, because he knows how you feel about being with him all hours of the day. If you can be, you’re attached at the hip from sun up to sun down. You like his company.

He was mocking you, and trying to be sweet after to make up for it and to distract you from thinking about it. You caught it, of course, and halfway laughed at his stupid joke to make him feel better so he wouldn’t be hung up on your silence for the entirety of his trip.

It didn’t matter, anyway, because you were confident in your ability to entertain yourself for a couple weeks while he mentored in the Capitol. He hasn’t done that without you in a few years, it was weird watching Mags get taken away by that train again. You guys really thought she was going to retire for good.

While you had to figure out a way to keep yourself busy, you had to be mindful about your healing body, which was gravely sick a few days before he said goodbye. If it was up to him, he would’ve sent one of the other guy victors to the Capitol for him so that he would’ve been able to stay with you. He knew better than to do that, though, because Coriolanus would’ve been pissed.

He was genuinely worried before he left, and you did all you could to reassure him that you’d be just fine.

That first week wasn’t so bad, you did some cleaning around the house, being careful about inhaling cleaning chemicals so that you wouldn’t pass out. You dusted, wiped down everything starting with the top and moving down to the bottom. And once the house was cleaned, you took a breather for a few days.

You read a book, a small one that you finished the same day. And then you started a thicker one, and finished it the following day. You decided after that you wanted to be more productive with your free time, because you don’t get much of it often.

So, you went ahead and went back to cleaning. You cleared out some of the junk from the pantry and most of what was in the closets, which has given you a lot more space to work with. You know that Finnick won’t notice any of those shirts are missing, much less the pants he wears when there’s nothing else clean that he would prefer over them.

You washed all the sheets, blankets and pillow covers in the house, which does include the guest bedroom. You hated the smell, that led you to lighting several candles, hoping to make the house smell good, and you blew them all out when the flame was getting dangerously tall.

When you were done with that, you bought fresh flowers to put around the house to brighten up the space. That same night, you went to stargaze outside, which was underwhelming and incredibly boring. You did, however, enjoy laying on the front lawn and feeling the warmth of the breeze on your skin.

You did this all within the first week and a half of him being gone. They were all tasks that you’d been putting off for months because you didn’t have the energy to go and do it all. And you managed to knock it out in a week and a half because you had to find something to do.

Since, you’ve done nothing but sit around the house and cook for yourself when you’re hungry. There really is fuck all to do when Finnick’s not here. You’re so used to following him around from place to place, talking to him about whatever comes to your mind, or listening to him babble about his latest project.

You thought that you’d never say this, but you might like mentoring a lot more than you thought you did. Solely because there’s so much to do in such a short time span. You’ve had your schedule so jam-packed at times, that you don’t have time to eat, much less take bathroom breaks because you’re so behind.

It hurts to send teenagers inside of an arena, of course, but there’s nothing like pulling every string available to help the tribute inside. And when that’s exhausted, there’s plenty to do in the city itself. It doesn’t have to be with just Finnick, either. You go out with the stylists and your fellow mentors all the time when Finnick’s too busy to go, or his night is occupied by someone else.

The day’s never the same without him here, though. Today’s the day he finally comes back from the Capitol. While other mentors get sent home as soon as their tributes die, he’s forced to stay until the Games are over to make sure that all of Coriolanus’ clients are fulfilled the way he wants them to be.

He makes you sick.

“(Y/n)!” You can hear your name shouted from downstairs.

With your eyes closed, you can picture Finnick coming in the front door, back from his trip. He has a habit of setting his bag on the couch, and he likes to wear his favorite shirt and pair of jeans that he makes sure are clean for his trip every year. Like clockwork.

“I’m up here!” You shout back.

You don’t move from where you lay in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets. You were about to take a nap in the patch of sunlight streaming through the window, since the warmth was enough. If he’s here though, then the extra sleep will have to wait until you’ve caught up.

You can hear his shoes hitting the hardwood flooring on the way up the stairs. You open your eyes now, rolling your head to the side so that you can see Finnick when he comes through the door. You have the door open slightly, because there’s no point in shutting it all the way anymore.

You can see him appear through the crack, standing outside of it for a second.

“Are your eyes open?” He asks.

“Yup.” You squint, trying to see him better. He’s standing in the shadow perfectly, it’s blocking out his face.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Ready for what?” You ask, face twisting, “Why are you being weird?”

He pushes the door open, it creaks the entire time. He’s still hidden behind the doorway, you can’t see him very well. You watch as he moves over, coming through so that you can see him better.

“Oh my god.” You laugh, struggling to push yourself to sit upright, “What the fuck is on your face?”

Your wonderful husband, who never breaks his habits unless he’s forced to, or it’s a dare that he can’t say no to, is showing you something that you thought that you’d never get to see in your life.

He’s grown a beard.

“Holy shit.” You laugh, sliding out of bed, “You grew this while you were gone?”

“No, I was working on it before I left, remember? I said I was going to shave later on the train?” He laughs, running his fingers through it.

You vaguely recall that conversation. You’ve seen him with stubble plenty of times, he’s lazy when it comes to shaving it, but he’s never gone this far before.

You reach to touch it, cupping his face. The hairs tickle at your palms and your wrists, curling around your fingers slightly. “You hate the feeling of having a beard.”

“I know.” He grabs your wrists, rubbing his thumbs over your arms, “I just thought that you’d like to see it.”

“It’s not going to last long so I’ve got to enjoy it while I have it.” You sputter out another laugh, “At least kiss me so I can know how it feels against my face.”

Finnick shakes his head, “You’re clearly feeling better.”

“Now that you’re here.” You kiss him.

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