#have a nice day i love you whoever is reading this 💖

[wqnwoos]

seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.)

an / entirely written for a friend of mine but here. also whoever is reading this i love u have a good day 💓💕💖💗💞💘💝💖💞💕💗

vocal unit ver.

SEUNGCHEOL.

bear hugs that are somehow simultaneously gentle but also tight

props his chin on your head/shoulder

murmurs in your ear a couple times to make sure you’re alright

“hello?”

“hi,” you say softly into the phone. “um. it’s me.”

you can hear the smile in your boyfriend’s voice when he replies. “hi, baby. everything okay?”

“yeah!” you respond, too quickly with a voice pitched slightly too high. “everything’s fine! just… gonna go to bed now, i think.”

“i’m on my way home right now.” cheol answers the unasked question with ease. “don’t worry, baby, you’ll get your cuddles.”

which is why he’s unsurprised when you’re waiting by the door the moment he arrives home, clad in your pyjamas with a freshly-washed face, flinging your arms around his neck the moment he crosses the threshold.

WONWOO.

will quite literally let u do anything

most patient man fr

his hands, his hair, his thigh — it’s free real estate (but only for you)

it’s nearing 1 in the morning when you start missing wonwoo’s touch.

he’s not far, just on soonyoung’s couch. dinner had turned quickly into drinking games — you’d sat out, instead volunteering to clean the kitchen with vernon and jihoon. which was nice and fun and whatever, but as you sidle up to where wonwoo’s sitting on the sofa, you feel the sudden intense urge to just… cling.

that’s how you end up next to him, with his large hands in yours, you fiddling with his fingers, tracing his palm lines — comparing hand sizes and stroking his knuckles. he doesn’t even flinch, just listening to jeonghan’s story and nodding in all the right places; at some point, he even raises your joined hands to his lips and brushes a kiss over your knuckles, leaving you blushing with the slightest smirk tilting his lips.

MINGYU.

will drop everything to give you the hugs that you need and deserve (and i mean EVERYTHING)

good luck trying to get him to let go

the things i’d do to be hugged by him… those arms probably feel like the safest place in the world

it’s been one of those days — long and tiring and just wrong. which is why when mingyu hugs you in greeting as you step inside, it takes you all of two seconds to burst into tears.

“baby? are you — oh, sweetheart,” he gasps, as you start to shake into his chest. “don’t cry. c’mere. my baby, what is it? what happened?”

you can’t do anything but blubber helplessly, but he doesn’t mind in the slightest, pressing loving kisses everywhere he can reach. his arms stay around you the entire time, as he guides you to the couch, pulls you into his lap and soothes you with gentle touches and quiet murmurs. before he eventually starts cracking jokes — “i’ll buy out your company and never make you work again, if you want.” — and ordering your favourite takeout.

VERNON.

lets you do anything to him (2)

he’s so funny i feel like sometimes he’s just calling you dude but also he might just come out with the smoothest shit right when you don’t expect it

probably fiddles with your hair when he hold you

“vernon?”

“mm?” he glances up from him phone to find you standing in the doorway of the bedroom with round, pleading eyes. he knows immediately that you want something, and also knows immediately that he’ll grant you whatever it is. he always does, when you look at him like that.

you hesitate. “can i get a hug?”

as if he’d ever deny you that. he slides off the bed in one fluid motion, opening his arms and dropping his phone. “of course. come here.”

about a minute later, he attempts a pull away — you whine and tighten your arms, speaking into his shirt with a muffled plea. “just — a little longer? please?”

“as long as you want. i’ve got all day for you, baby.”

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[yawnderu]

My life is falling apart - could you write how Ghost might save reader from her emotionally abusive and toxic husband? I thank you, maybe one day I'll have someone like Simon.

Whoever you are, I'm here for you if you need to talk. Stay strong sweetheart, this too shall pass. 💖

CW: Emotional abuse, toxic relationships, hurt/comfort, protective Simon Riley.

Simon had sneaked his way into your life with the same stealth he uses on missions— a man who barely spent any time at his apartment and was always away for what he said was just ''work''. The same man who after a few conversations, started bringing you small gifts from his missions, always something different that he thought you'd like.

Simon isn't dumb— far from it, he's always aware of his surroundings and throughout the years, he knows how to read people well. That's why it breaks him to see the way your smiles now came accompanied with a nervous look in your eyes whenever your husband was home, despite you and Simon simply being friendly towards one another.

Whenever he was back at his apartment, he started listening more and more. Paying even more attention to you, ear pressed against the wall while he listened to your husband berate you for a plethora of reasons, all of them more absurd than the other, the truth heavy on his shoulders, weighting him down like Atlas holding the sky.

Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to go inside your house and ravage your husband the same way he does so casually in the battlefield— but he can't. Simon Riley is not Ghost. Simon has to lay low, to ensure both his safety and yours, so he starts planning. Planning how to approach the issue, how to get you out of the situation and understand you better. He'd never admit it, but he spent the entire night reading the experiences of other married women when it comes to abusive marriages, restless dreams full of ideas on how in the bloody hell he'll get you out of this.

He waits until the next day once your husband leaves for work, waiting out five minutes that feel eternal just to make sure he doesn't come back. Unmasked and with very faint stains of eye black that he never seems to be able to fully remove, he knocks on your door. You answer with teary eyes, sniffling softly as you try your best to give him a small smile, yet he can see the pain. The same pain he saw in his mother's eyes his entire life.

''Simon!'' You greet, moving aside so he can enter your house, closing the door behind you as you both go to the living room.

''Would you like a cuppa?'' You offer and it takes him a few seconds to decide, ultimately nodding his head. Maybe this will be easier if you're both having a nice, warm drink. You come back minutes later with a tray and some crumpets, something you started buying when he casually mentioned liking them.

''Thank you.'' He takes a sip of the perfectly made chamomile tea, done the way he loves it— with two teaspoons of honey and hot. You give him a happier smile, the warmth of his presence wrapping around you like a secure blanket, a far cry from your marriage.

''Love...'' He begins and your full attention goes to him, noticing his serious tone and pensive expression.

''There's no easy way to say this, but with this place having thin walls, I sometimes hear things I shouldn't.'' You immediately know what he's talking about, but before you can apologize on behalf of your husband, he keeps speaking.

''You deserve so much better.'' He puts his cup down, eyes looking down to his hands— the hands he keeps ungloved just for you, the hands that are protected by his skull gloves whenever he's out in missions, so he can come back to you free of sin. He sits down next to you, one of his arms wrapping around your back reassuringly.

''Why are you still with him?'' There's a hint of desperation in his tone, thin eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you. You want to look away, but his brown eyes are almost hypnotic. So expressive, so telling whenever words aren't enough.

''I... I don't know.'' You reply with honesty, tone strained as you hold back tears and try to dig into your brain for any reasons you're with the man, yet nothing comes up. ''I don't have anywhere else to go to.''

Your words hurt him as much as they hurt you, looking at the potential you have that is being wasted on some ungrateful wanker who berates you for the smallest things.

''Run away with me.'' He suggests in a spur of the moment and before he can even process his own words, a small giggle escapes your lips. He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you, curious as to what's so funny. Your giggling stops when you notice the expression on his face.

''You're serious?'' You ask carefully, not wanting to make a fool of yourself despite knowing he'd never joke about something like that.

''I'm serious, love. We could go somewhere far away from here, safe. You can leave all of this behind, just say the word.''

''I...'' He can see your hesitancy, his warm hand rubbing circles on your back while the other one holds your hand, thumb rubbing the back of your hand reassuringly.

''What if he finds me?'' It's the first question that comes to mind, not wanting to deal with more of his abuse if you ever manage to get away.

''He won't, doll. I can promise you that. I'll get some of my mates to watch out for you when I'm busy at work, if it helps you.'' He knows it will, and he already has highly trusted friends from the 141 in mind to watch out for you whenever he goes on solo missions.

It took almost two hours of convincing before you agreed, and that's where you are now. He's helping you inform the police about your situation and why you're going away, just in case your husband tries to report you missing.

Most of your belongings were left at the house, but... it surprisingly doesn't bother you. It'll be a new beginning, the same furniture that has witnessed years of abuse is now left behind, only a few clothes inside his car while you both leave the police station. You take a deep breath, the warmth of the sun washing over your skin as you close your eyes, a sincere smile on your face for the first time in years.

''Thank you, Simon.'' My angel, my savior.

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[wordbunch]

Elrond getting jealous

a/n: whoever requested something among the lines of “Elrond getting jealous over reader who spends time with Halbrand”... i’m sending you a thousand kisses. 💋 I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and do let me know! 🥰 also please consider reblogging if you liked it, it means a lot 💖💖💖

(+ warning: if you squint, it gets the tiniest bit steamy at the very end!)

you were in Eregion with Elrond and very happy about the fact that you get to spend that extra time with your lover

sure, you were both busy, but just being able to see each other, fall asleep and wake up together daily was something you cherished amid the daily chaos

you settled into a nice routine, which got interrupted in a very surprising way: Galadriel came back, after having gone to the Undying Lands (or, well, not actually going), and she brought a strange man with her

he seemed to be badly injured, and it made you wonder how come a man had managed to endure a few days long journey with an injury like that, but you let it go 

however he did intrigue you a little bit, since you very rarely came in contact with humans, and there was a strange energy about him

Galadriel herself actually asked you to check up on him every now and then because she trusts you, so you fulfilled her request and gradually started talking a bit to Halbrand

purely out of curiosity, you wouldn’t dream of going behind Elrond’s back in any way

however, the elf misunderstood your interest for affection

one evening you just walked by the room that Halbrand was in and cast a quick glance to check whether he was alive (seemed like he was), and you were planning to join Elrond for a relaxing evening in bed, but you ran into an old friend of yours and ended up talking for a little longer than intended

all the while, Elrond was in your shared bedroom and his mind was swarming with concerns about why you still hadn’t joined him

he trusts you with all his heart, don’t ever doubt that, but he was certainly feeling iffy about the human newcomer and he wasn’t sure he particularly liked him, he just wasn’t able to pinpoint why

when you finally walked in, feeling extremely bad at losing track of time, your heart cracked a bit when you saw your beloved lying down, curled up  with his back turned towards you; he was debating whether to confront you about it because he HATED any type of conflict with you

you almost gasped when you heard a quiet, yet unmistakably bitter “your new human friend seems to be occupying an awful lot of your time lately”

you all but threw yourself on the bed next to Elrond and grabbed both his hands in yours, but you noticed instantaneously that he didn’t intertwine your fingers together, which he almost always did

“He is not my friend” you replied with determination, but Elrond remained silent

“and I am terribly sorry for making you wait tonight, my love. I ran into Nimel on my way to you and they got so carried away talking about how they journeyed to Lórien recently and I had not the heart to interrupt…”

you thought you saw a tiny smile curving on your lover’s lips: he knew you were too kind to rudely interrupt somebody who was just being sociable

“now wait just a moment… my evening star, are you jealous?” you held back a smile of your own

Elrond was rarely jealous, so you weren’t used to seeing that side of him

“I do not have the faintest idea why you might think so, darling”

okay, he tried to play it off but he absolutely failed

“you know i can see it in your eyes when you are being dishonest”

he sighed deeply, and eventually entwined his fingers with yours, pressed a kiss to your knuckles and finally held your gaze

“perhaps I was jealous… just very, very little” the elf admitted sheepishly, feeling the tips of his ears get warmer

now you were hovering over him, finding amusement in the situation, rather than getting upset

“whatever for?” you purred, leaning closer into his face and brushing your nose against his, his greyish-blue eyes almost fluttering closed at the sensation

“you are the most perfect partner and lover in all of Middle-earth, my beloved,” your voice dropped low as you brought your lips closer to his, almost to brush against them. almost.

“not even in my wildest dreams would I think of choosing another over you. especially not some odd little man,” you chuckled, the noise resonating within your chest which was now pressed flush against Elrond’s

his hands had found their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were about to vanish (you most definitely were not) and he expertly maneuvered the two of you so that now he was the one hovering above you and your cheeks were heating up at an alarming rate as you looked up at him with sparkling eyes

and there was a glint of mischief in his

he kissed you hungrily and you instinctively entangled your fingers in his soft hair, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest; he had your arms pinned on the bed with one hand, and his other hand was trailing down your torso

when you, sadly, had to pull back for air, his lips traveled down to your neck, and between open-mouthed kisses he muttered “then let us make sure that i am the most perfect lover you could ask for, dearest

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn��t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

Taglist: @nik2blog, @dumb-fawkin-bitch, @shirley2996

#sfw repost #fic #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x f!reader #outer range #lewis pullman #fluff #love confession #mutual pining #kissing tw

[alwaysteveswife]

Hi, I've seen your work and I really love it, I'm anxious to see what you do in Midnight with Eddie's story 😁, I wanted to ask you for a one shot of Eddie, if it's not too much trouble, meeting reader for the first time with this prompt 047. the bottom of a huge library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf. would he try to talk to her? Or would he look at her from afar, thank you so much from before, it doesn't have to be right away, I understand you might be busy 💖💖.

Thanks for being so nice 🤧 and sorry for the delay, it hasn't been my week 🤧 buuuuut, here's the result ^^ I hope you like it.

Ever since you arrived in San Francisco, all you wanted to do was go into the library a few blocks away from your new home. It was, simply put, the place of your dreams. It was made of brick, a vine covered its walls, leaving only the windows free to let the sunlight in during the day. The door was made of glass, golden letters with the word "local library" rested impeccably on the transparent material. Ever since you set foot in the city, all you wanted was to go in there, take a book with you and walk to the coffee shop in front of it, be able to drink your favorite coffee and enjoy a good read while listening to the ambient music that the place had. Yes, a dream come true.

It took you much longer than planned to be able to carry out that plan, you had forgotten how busy it was to move. A week had passed, most of your furniture had a place, your clothes were still in the suitcases, but you weren't too worried about it, it was a quick thing to fix, and your eagerness to get into the place was significantly greater.

It was five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon, you remember it very lucidly. You opened those big glass doors and held in a gasp of excitement as you saw how big and beautiful it was inside.

The whole place was covered with small plants. Hundreds of shelves surrounded the place, all divided by sections, from children's literature to economics books.

Mischievous laughter caught your attention, you almost choked when you noticed that it also had a children's section that tried to encourage reading among the next generations through art and creativity.

You closed your eyes and mentally screamed at the sky, you were in fucking heaven.

You spent the afternoon among shelves, books and plants, too excited to notice what was going on around you. You had visited almost every section, except for one; recipe books. You were never great in the kitchen, you weren't bad, but you preferred to save yourself the suffering of accidentally cutting yourself, or putting too much salt in a meal, or, in the worst case, almost burning the kitchen, so you were never too interested in the subject. Despite that, you shrugged your shoulders and walked into those aisles, looking at the odd one or two that had a cover that made your guts growl with hunger.

The next thing that happened was a bit of a blur, it happened so fast you weren't even sure what had happened. A loud thump on your back sent you crashing into the bookshelf in front of you, causing one or another book to swing off its perch. You, who were too busy rubbing your head and cursing whoever had pushed you, completely ignored the fact that one of the books was about to fall on your head. By the time you realized it, the book was almost on your head, what's more, you were already assimilated, you could feel the bump start to grow and the pain create a crystalline layer of water over your eyes, yes, you could already feel even the ice pack to ease the pain.

"That was close" muttered a man behind you. It took you a while to realize he was holding the book just above your head, "Are you okay?".

You turned around to get a better look at him so you could thank him properly. You almost choked when you saw him from the front.

He was taller than you, had big brown eyes, his hair was long and messy, barely kept in a low bun. His smile was so friendly you almost couldn't believe it belonged to him, a guy with body tattoos, an ear piercing and a very 80's rock outfit.

"I'm so sorry, my niece is kind of hyper" an embarrassed chuckle escaped his lips, bringing his hand to his hair and messing it up slightly.

You looked to your left as you noticed a small pink shadow move. A little girl, no more than 7 years old, was standing next to you. She had her brown hair tied up in a messy braid with a pink bunny pin. She looked nervous, her paint-stained hands fiddling with the skirt of her kitten dress gave her away instantly.

"Jessica Taylor Harrington, come apologize to the lady."

You almost had a heart attack when you heard what he called you. God, was all your bad luck finally fading away? Was this a sign that you were made for life in San Francisco?

"I'm so sorry, Miss Pretty," the girl murmured, her fingers intertwining with each other, avoiding your gaze at all costs, "I didn't mean to hurt you."

It almost melted your heart to see her little eyes look at you with sorrow and regret. You weren't a fan of children, but there was always an exception, wasn't there?

"It's nothing, don't worry" you smiled as you watched his face light up as she looked at the man from earlier. He smiled back, giving her both thumbs up in excitement, the black book that almost fell on your head rested under his arm.

"Alright, let's get this back where it belongs and-" the man's voice lowered its volume as he paused on the book's cover, "Oh, lucky you" a bright smile crept onto his face, showing the book to Jessica, "isn't this the one your dad needed?"

"Yes!" squealed the little girl, bouncing in place. Sooner rather than later, her uncle started jumping up beside her, carrying her in his arms and laughing. "Let's go to daddy!"

"Yes, let's go to your dad" he replied teasingly, turning his back on you and walking to the counter near the entrance.

"Wait!" you yelled before you could even think about it. It didn't take you long to close your eyes tightly, mentally claiming yourself for doing something like that.

The man turned around, his eyes fixed on you, a smile still on him. You felt your heart race as you watched the sunlight hit his back and made him glow.

"Yes?" he asked in a soft voice. The little girl in his arms watched you two curiously, her small hands wrapped around Eddie's neck.

"Thank you, for catching the book" you smiled embarrassed, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. "Could you, I don't know, tell me your name? I want to know what the guy's name is who just made me save an ice pack."

You smiled as you heard him laugh at your joke. You liked that sound, it looked good on him.

"I'm Eddie" he held out his free hand to you, shaking it as soon as you wrapped yours around it.

"Y/N, a pleasure".

"Well, see you soon" he murmured, his hand still entwined with yours.

You nodded, your cheeks lighting up quickly. "That I hope, Eddie".

He just smiled back at you, this time a little wider than before. He pulled Jessica up a little higher, walking over to the counter and resting the book on it.

"Were you flirting with Miss Pretty?" the girl said, giving him a playful look that Eddie knew all too well.

"Of course not" Eddie whispered, hoping you didn't hear what he was saying.

"Liar" she laughed, hugging Eddie by the neck tightly, "mommy and daddy will love the news."

Eddie just rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming next. Jessica would run to the coffee shop across the street and tell Steve everything, Steve would tell his wife everything, and finally the three of them would pester him about this incident for the rest of his life. At least, Eddie thought, Jessica had helped him be able to talk to you instead of standing there for almost an hour staring at you from afar.

Masterlist

#stranger things #fanfic #stranger things au #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things fics #stranger things fluff #stranger things blurb #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things imagine #eddie stranger things

[jennagrinsoverml]

Got any Catwalker fic recs? Haven't found many yet but the angst and identity shenanigan potential from the setup makes me wanna read more, and your recs are top notch.

I really wish there was more Catwalker fics! Sadly there aren't very many still. I feel like, in general, there just wasn't as much fic for season 4 as for prior seasons (and it's only gotten worse for season 5...) With that said, here are a few I enjoyed.

Walking a Fine Line by @11jj11​

Ladybug learns that Chat Noir was Cat Walker. Emotions ensue.

One-shot. I think all of us are itching for some good ladynoir confrontation considering canon events and how much they did NOT get into the nitty gritty of the conflict. So read this awesome fic that starts off light and leads to these two screaming at each other and then…well, I don’t want to spoil, but it’s absolutely beautiful 💖

another side of you by @emsylcatac

"Did he..." Chat Noir started, searching for the right words. "Did he like puns, my Lady?"

Ladybug frowned, clearly confused by the question. "Um, I'm not sure? He didn't laugh at mine, but—"

"Then it's a no," he grinned.

"What?" she scoffed. "You can't say no just because of puns, Chat Noir!"

"And why not?" he crossed his arms. "If I need a replacement, I need one who can fit my role perfectly. And the basic requirement to be a good Chat Noir is to like puns, which this Catwalker of yours clearly doesn't seem to meet."

One-shot. Ladybug and Chat Noir discuss the possibility of bringing back Cat Walker as Chat's emergency back up. Although Cat Walker doesn't make an appearance, the discussion is amazing, especially with Ladybug's crush on full display. (But of course Chat is Adrien and as oblivious as ever 🤣)

Marinette Considers Giving Cat Walker a Miraculous by Hadithi 

“I should probably figure out whoever Cat Walker was and give him a miraculous,” Marinette jokes.

Her hands are covered in flour because she’s kneading dough, and she’s kneading dough because she found out last week that Adrien buys his bread at the grocery store. Her boyfriend is rich, and he could buy nice bread, but he doesn’t. Instead, Marinette bakes bread from scratch and knows that Adrien is always touched by gifts that aren’t paid for.

“You never found out?” Adrien grins as he leans across the counter.

One-shot. This is a cute post-reveal established relationship fic where Marinette finds out her boyfriend was Cat Walker too--and he teases her mercilessly. It's funny and sweet and it makes me happy to think something like this could happen one day.

The Sun is In Your Eyes by @deinde-prandium

The morning after they’ve revealed their identities to one another, Ladybug and Chat Noir have a much-needed talk. Post-season 4.  

One-shot. Oh man, I love this fic a ridiculous amount. We get post-reveal pre-relationship in the aftermath of all of season 4′s angst and it’s beautiful!! Chat trying to hold back because he doesn’t want to pressure her, but his feelings haven’t changed, of course they haven’t. It’s post-reveal, but we get a Cat Walker reveal too!

Runaway Catwalker (ML Comic) by @runawaycatwalker​

After Chat Noir's identity is discovered by Mayura, the only person left for Adrien to be is Catwalker...

Takes place post-Kuro Neko, pre-Risk/Strike Back.

Comic. This is a WIP! But it’s so good and I’m enjoying it immensely. You can also read it here on tumblr at their username. Everyone is really in character and there’s really excellent exploration of the fallout of Chat Noir’s identity being discovered, as well as his turn to being Catwalker full time. I’m excited to see how it all plays out!

#ml #miraculous ladybug #ml kuro neko #catwalker #cat walker #ml love square #ladynoir #identity reveal #ml fic recs #fics recs #ml fic #ml fanfic #jennarecsml

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Cowboy Law

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Word Count: 3473

TW: Fluff, Love Confession, Mutual Pining, Misunderstanding, Kissing, Waking Up Together

Notes: Thank you to @hyperfixatingmenever for the original idea and to @skvatnavle and @green-socks for beta reading for me! 💖

Standing up from the table, you said, “I’ll go get the next round.”

You didn’t come to this bar very often due to the frequent fights and some of the more rowdy clientele. But after three (soon to be four) beers into your monthly girl’s night out with your best friends, everything was going perfectly. That was until you began approaching the bar and saw who had sat down since the last time you had passed by.

Perry and Rhett Abbott were seated at the end of the bar, their heads close together as they talked softly to themselves. You were surprised to see Perry here given that he rarely went anywhere anymore ever since his wife had vanished. Some folks thought he had something to do with Rebecca’s disappearance, but you had known the Abbotts long enough to know that while Perry and Rebecca had their issues, Perry worshiped the ground she walked on. Plus, he loved his daughter too much to ever take her mother away from her like that. But it was good to see he had gotten to the point in his grieving that he was venturing out into public again.

Yet while you were surprised to see Perry here, Rhett’s presence in the bar was not a shock. Honestly from what you had heard, you would have been more astonished if you learned he hadn’t shown up here on a Friday night. But what did catch your attention was his appearance.

Normally when Rhett showed up at the bar, he smelled like beer, sweat, and cattle, and looked like he had experienced a few days of hard work on his family’s ranch since his last shower. But tonight… tonight was different. The hair that was peeking out from under his favorite old cowboy hat was still slightly damp from his recent shower, his shirt looked clean if not freshly pressed, and he had on a new pair of jeans that fit him perfectly. You couldn’t remember him looking this spruced up since high school graduation, eight years ago. Even at his worst, Rhett made your knees go weak. But seeing him like this….

Taking a deep breath, you went up to the bar and motioned to Glen to get you four more beers. You felt two sets of eyes on you, so you turned to look at the men directly to your left.

Rhett’s hat was pulled down low, hiding much of the top half of his face, but he gave you a small nod and a tight-lipped smile, which you returned nervously. “Hey, Rhett. Perry. How are you boys tonight?”

Perry said, “We’re just fine. Thanks for askin’. Looks like you’re havin’ a good time tonight.” He nodded to the four beers that Glen had just placed in front of you.

You laughed, “Oh no! These aren’t all mine. Jade, Sarah, Amber, and I are having a girl’s night out and I’m just getting the refills.” You turned to Rhett. “You look really dapper tonight. I haven’t seen you this cleaned up in a long time. Who’s the lucky girl?”

He chuckled as he took a swig from his bottle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya.”

“Well, whoever she is, she’s one lucky lady. However, there is one thing that’s just a little off with your outfit.”

“And what’s that?”

You don’t know what possessed you to do it. Maybe it was how nice he looked tonight or the three beers you had already drunk or just the fact you wanted to see his beautiful blue eyes without him hiding them. But whatever the reason, you reached out and plucked the hat off Rhett’s head before placing it on your own, pulling the brim down low. Then, peeking out from under it, you said, “There. Now you’re perfect. See ya later, boys.”

As you grabbed the beers and walked off, you noticed both Rhett’s and Perry’s jaws drop slightly at your action, and you wondered what you did that would warrant such a response. Sure, you stole Rhett’s hat, but they knew it was just teasing… right?

Approaching your table, you were surprised to see all of your friends were wearing similarly astonished expressions to that of the two men you had just walked away from. As you slid back into the booth, you asked, “What? What’s with the looks?”

Amber shook her head. “I cannot believe you did that! Way to finally step up and make your move!”

Your brow furrowed. “What do you mean? I was just playing around.”

Exchanging confused looks, your friends muttered softly to themselves before Sarah finally spoke up. “Wait…. You do know what you just did, don’t you?”

You shrugged as you took a sip of your drink. “I stole his hat. Big deal. I’ll give it back before I leave.”

“No, hun, it’s cowboy law.” When you just stared blankly at her, Sarah smiled. “How have you lived here your whole life and never heard about this? If you steal a cowboy’s hat, it means you have to go home with him.”

You choked on your beer. “It means what? I didn’t…. I mean, I never…. Rhett has to know I was just joking, right?” You glanced back over your shoulder at the younger Abbott boy. His eyes were still fixed firmly on you as he sipped his beer. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly turned away. Realizing you were still wearing his hat, you swiftly removed it and placed it on the table in front of you. Looking at your friends’ grinning faces, you asked, “What do I do now?”

“Well, if I were you, I’d go rope myself a cowboy. But seeing as you’ve been secretly drooling over Rhett Abbott for the past ten years or so without ever trying to make even the smallest of moves on him, I’m guessing that’s not an option.” Jade smirked. “Why don’t you just go explain the misunderstanding?”

You bit your lip as you rubbed at the label on your beer. “I guess. But he was waiting for another girl. I don’t want to interrupt.”

“Well, then you better hurry before she shows up. Do you really want to try to explain yourself in front of his date too?” Amber asked.

“No, good point. I guess now is as good of a time as any.” Hesitantly, you stood up and walked towards the bar once more though you had no idea what you were going to say once you reached your destination.

Rhett glanced up at you as you approached. “Hey… can we talk for a minute?” You held out his hat as you nervously chewed on your lip.

Rhett gave you a sly half-smile as he took his hat from you and returned it to its rightful place atop his head. “‘Course,” he said as he slid off his bar stool. Placing one hand on the small of your back as he led you towards the door, you tried to ignore the snickers and catcalls of his brother and your friends. With every step, you could feel his hand rubbing against your back through your thin shirt and you couldn’t help but imagine his hand slipping just a little lower. You were so glad he was behind you so he couldn’t see the way you were licking your lips or how you were intently concentrating on keeping your breathing at a normal pace.

Luckily when the two of you exited the bar, there was no one hanging around outside. You didn’t need anyone else to witness the awkward conversation that was about to take place.

As you turned to face him, Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets and asked, “So, whatcha want ta talk about?”

“I didn’t know. When I took your hat, I didn’t know what it meant,” you blurted out as you began nervously pacing in front of him. “I thought I was just being playful or… or fun. I- I didn’t know it was a way of…. I would never have taken it if I’d known about cowboy law! You got all dressed up for someone else and I don’t want you to think I was trying to ruin your night or anything! I would never want you to feel-”

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay.” Rhett cut off your rambling as he placed his hands on your shoulders with a reassuring smile. “I don’t expect you ta do anythin’ you don’t wanna. It’s just a stupid thing people joke about, it’s not a real law that we have ta follow.” He paused for a moment as he ducked his head, once again hiding behind his hat as he kicked at the gravel beneath his boots. “And honestly…. this conversation isn’t really unexpected. I was surprised you took my hat in the first place. After the initial shock wore off, I figured you must not of known what it meant, otherwise you never would’ve taken it.”

You were relieved that he was so understanding about the situation, but there was something about his last statement that you didn’t quite understand. “You’re right,” you said slowly, “but if I did know, why do you think it would be so unbelievable that I would want to steal your hat?”

You saw the muscles twitch in his neck as he clenched his jaw, the only part of his face not obscured by his hat. “Because you’re you and I’m me. And girls like you don’t go for guys like me.”

He started to head back into the bar, but you grabbed his hand before he could. Your eyes darted across his face, trying to confirm that you had heard him correctly. And when he refused to meet your gaze, you knew. You weren’t the only one who had been harboring a secret desire over the years.

Running your other hand down his broad chest, you said, “That’s what you think? That I wouldn’t want you? Rhett…. There are no guys like you. There’s just you and then every other guy in the world. How are they supposed to compare? Once I met you, how was I supposed to ever want anyone else?”

For the first time since he put his hat back on, he nudged the brim up and you got a good look at his eyes. There was something burning within them that you had never seen before. They bore into you, looking for the same confirmation you had received just moments before. And when you gave him a small smile and a nod, the flames in his eyes intensified.

He took a few steps closer, pushing you back until you were pressed flush against the wall. Then he leaned over until his lips were hovering mere inches from yours and the deep timbre of his voice sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine as he whispered, “I’ve wanted you every single day since you walked into Mrs. Peterson’s English class junior year. So beautiful, so smart, so sweet.” He brushed a strand of hair away from your face before trailing a finger across your cheek. “But I never imagined you could feel the same way.”

You hesitated for a second, your tongue running across the seam of your lips as you gazed up at him. “Rhett…. I….” Suddenly, you remembered something. “What about the other girl?”

His hand dropped from your face. “What other girl?”

“The one you got dressed up for.”

As he finally realized what you were talking about, he grinned. “There was never another girl. I overheard Sarah talkin’ the other day about your girl’s night out comin’ up so I wanted ta look nice in case I saw you tonight.”

You recalled what he said before when you mentioned how nice he looked and asked who he was trying to show off for. You wouldn’t believe me if I told ya. And he was right. You never would have believed he would be trying to impress you. Yet, after all this time, the two of you had been longing for the same thing. And tonight, you were finally going to get it. 

Reaching up, you removed his hat once more. As you set it loosely on your head, you whispered, “I know the rules now. I know what this means. So….. what are you going to do about it?”

The burning in Rhett’s eyes flashed brighter for just a second before he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into his lips. You could taste the salty sting of sweat and the bitter aftertaste of alcohol on his breath, but it somehow felt so like him that you didn’t mind. 

As you leaned into him, his hand slid around to the front of your throat as his fingers lightly traced the edge of your jaw. His touch was soft and tender, yet you could feel the strength his hands possessed. You had seen him cling to the back of a rage-filled 1600-pound bull with a single one of those hands. The very hand that was currently resting on your throat. The thought of what he could do to you if he wanted to sent an unexpected pulse of desire through your core. He was holding your life in his hand, yet you had never felt more safe and secure in your life.

In the back of your mind, a small voice reminded you that you were in a very public area where anyone could come across the two of you. But a much louder voice didn’t care. You couldn’t care about anything while Rhett Abbott’s fingers danced across your bare skin and his lips devoured yours.

However, he seemed to have the same thought as you did because he tore away from you, his chest heaving and his eyes blown wide with desire. “My truck’s in the parking lot. It’ll be tight and we’ll still have ta be quick, but at least it’ll be a little more private than this.” The hand not around your throat slipped down and his fingers brushed the small line of skin that was showing between the bottom of your shirt and the top of your jeans.

You moaned as your head fell back against the wall. He repeated the motion, slipping his fingers just below the line of your pants. Arching back, you gasped, “Or… my place is only three blocks from here. All the privacy we could want, a nice soft bed, a warm shower, and all the room we would need. Plus…. You could stay as long as you wanted.”

Rhett leaned his head down until his forehead rested on the brim of his hat – which was still resting on top of your head – before he asked in a deep rumble, “And what if I never wanna leave?”

Without taking your eyes off of his, your finger slipped through one of his belt loops and you pulled him in closer until his body was pressed tightly against yours. Feeling how much he wanted you, you rolled your hips slowly into him, causing his breath to hitch slightly. “Then you never have to.”

The first thing you saw as your eyes fluttered open the next morning was Rhett’s sleeping face. In this unconscious state, he looked so much more relaxed and peaceful than you ever saw him during his waking hours. His jaw wasn’t tensed and his brow wasn’t furrowed. For once, he didn’t look like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. Instead, he looked like the boy you had first met all those years ago.

His lips moved slightly, soundlessly speaking to someone only he could see. But then, your name tumbled from his lips and a soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. As your own smile spread across your face, you leaned over and kissed him. He moaned softly before his hand rose to cup your face. You pulled yourself against him until your chest was flush with his side, the thin sheet the only thing separating your naked bodies, yet it still felt like too much of a barrier. You had finally been given a taste of Rhett Abbott, and it was enough to know you never wanted anybody else.

As he pulled away, he blinked a few times as he tried to gain his bearings. “I’m I still dreamin’ or are you actually real?”

You placed a soft kiss on his neck before nuzzling your face against his shoulder. “I wondered the same thing when I opened my eyes and saw you laying there. But no dream could match what we shared last night.”

The two of you laid there for a few moments in contented silence before you happened to catch sight of the clock. Sighing, you said, “Hey, you better get going. Your dad’s going to be expecting you at the ranch pretty soon.”

Rhett shifted slightly as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. “And what if I don’t care? What if I just wanna stay here like this all day?”

You grinned as you tilted your face to place another, longer kiss along his jaw. “As much as I would love that, I’ve seen your dad when he’s angry and I don’t really want to be on the receiving end of that.”

Rhett sighed. “Unfortunately, you’re right.” Reluctantly, he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

As he sat there for a moment, you draped yourself across his bare back, your arms wrapped around his neck. Nuzzling your nose into his hair, you murmured, “I’m sorry neither one of us ever said anything sooner. We could have done this a long time ago.”

“Don’t remind me. There were plenty of long, lonely nights I slept in a cold bed alone. Ta think you could’ve been there with me….” He turned his head and captured your lips once more.

Finally, he rose off the bed and began gathering up his clothes. Although, this process took much longer than it should have due to your constant presence by his side. The way the two of you moved around each other was almost magnetic. As soon as you would pull away, Rhett’s hands or his mouth would be on you once more. And as soon as he started to put some distance between you, your arms would wrap around him or your lips would find a new spot to pepper with kisses.

However, after about thirty minutes of this, Rhett was finally dressed and now running very late. You sat down on the bed as you watched him head for the door. But as he placed his hand on the doorknob, you softly spoke up, “Rhett… do you think…. This wasn’t just a one-time thing, was it?”

He turned back to you, a soft smile on his lips. “I was hopin’ this would be an all-the-time thing. In fact, do you wanna get dinner with me tonight? Doesn’t have to go further than that but I thought-”

“Yes.” You quickly cut him off. “I would love to get dinner with you. And I wouldn’t be opposed to going further than that.”

Rhett ducked his head as his smile grew wider. “Alright then. I guess I’ll see you tonight.” He turned once more to go but hesitated. Removing his hat, he walked over to the bed and placed it on your head. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

Biting your lip to keep your grin from splitting your face in two, you pulled him down into yet another kiss. When you broke apart, you cooed, “You know, there’s a second part of cowboy law. I looked it up last night while you were in the shower. If a girl takes a cowboy’s hat, it means they plan on going home with him. But if a cowboy gives a girl his hat…. It really means something.”

“No. It means everythin’.” He cupped your face in his hand and ran his thumb across your cheekbone. You gazed into his clear blue eyes and you could still see the spark from last night burning there. But there was something else too. The fire, the desire was still there, but it had shifted into something deeper, and you wondered if he could see that same feeling reflected in your eyes as you stared at him. 

Rhett nodded once, as if he could hear your silent question, then he turned and quickly walked out the door with a final, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The second the door clicked shut, you jumped off of the bed and hurried over to your closet. You had to find the perfect outfit for tonight. Something that was sexy, stylish, and matched your new hat.

Taglist: @babblydrabbly, @loverhymeswith, @green-socks, @skvatnavle, @yespolkadotkitty, @hederasgarden, @mayhem24-7forever, @callsign-phoenix, @milestellussy, @wildbornsiren, @lt-natrace, @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

#fic #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x f!reader #outer range #lewis pullman #fluff #love confession #mutual pining #kissing tw

[heisenberg-simp257]

Heyo, I love your Karl fics a lot sjUehxjje If it's okay I would love to send in a request and mix it in with something from the prompt list! Karl and his s/o had a kid. One day s/o was taking their child out to play but something/someone attacked them. Fortunately s/o was able to fend off whatever it is, only getting a few injuries from protecting the kid. Prompts: #228(I'll hurt whoever did this to you), #267(Don't ever come near my family again), #187(I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling) Please take your time with this and thank you!! :D (I'm so sorry if this is hard to read 😭 I'm doing this on phone and it doesn't show the thing where I can make a new line :')

You're all good! Thank you so much!😊💖 and I agree, the phone thing is irritating

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Werewolves of Romania

You just wanted your daughter to have some air. You didn’t figure that a lycan would get through the fence.

#187 “I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling.”

#228 "I'll hurt whoever did this to you."

#267 “Don’t ever come near my family again!”  

It was so close to home, that was the scary part. You should’ve listened to Heisenberg when he told you that going out without him would be dangerous, but you figured that staying close to the factory would be just fine. After all, there was that fence surrounding it.

But somehow, something still got in.

Your daughter was only a child, not much older than six. Heisenberg has been persistent when it came to keeping her secluded and safe inside the factory. But she’s only a child! She has to get outside once in a while to play.

So, with a lot of convincing, you were able to get him to let you guys go out into the yard. It was the best you could do.

You’ve never seen D/N so happy when you guys went outside. It was a nice and sunny day, perfect weather for a child. While the yard wasn’t ideal, it was better than nothing. You kept a close eye on her as she ran around chasing things from butterflies to field mice.

“D/N! Be careful!” You called when your daughter disappeared from sight. Figuring she was fine, you stayed where you were. However, just as you were about to go and check on her, you heard something that made your blood freeze.

She screamed.

“D/N!” You shouted before running towards your distraught daughter. A million thoughts were racing through your mind, but you never expected to see this.

A lycan hovering over your child.

Heisenberg had this presence about him that kept the lycans away. They were afraid of him. Not only that, but he had a fence around the whole place that nothing could get through or over. This guy must’ve either been really determined or really stupid to get in. Or he must’ve been newly turned because this one appeared more savage than the others.

But still, there was no hesitation from you when it came to grabbing a sharp piece of scrap metal and rushing at the lycan.

“Get away from her!” You growled as you swung at it. Your daughter ceased her tears just as the lycan jumped out of your reach. Before you could recover, it howled and swung its claws at you, getting your shoulder. As blood seeped out of your wound, you suddenly felt a wave of determination.

“Don’t ever come near my family again!” You hissed in parental rage as you drove the irregular piece of metal into the lycan’s side. The creature howled in pain before shoving you aside and onto the hard ground.

But thankfully, the lycan ran off, leaving you and your daughter be.

You were also no worse for wear, getting to your feet soon after the threat ran off. Your child quickly ran and hugged you while you patted her hair with the hand that wasn’t covered in blood.

“That was...so scary...” She cried into your shirt, and you nodded a bit.

“Let’s go back inside.” You told her, and D/N didn’t hesitate.

Upon getting out of the sun, the pain in your shoulder started to settle in. It was wet with blood and throbbing. You knew you would get an earful from Heisenberg, but at least you guys were alright. Still, he might throw a bit of a tantrum.

“Daddy!” D/N cried, not helping the situation with her obvious tears, as she ran into the arms of her father.

“What on earth happened? Did you hurt yourself?” He asked in concern, obviously thinking that she tripped or scrapped something. However, she pointed to you, ratting you out.

“There was-” You were about to explain the blood, but he was before you in an instant.

“What the hell happened?!” Heisenberg lost his composure when he saw the wound, and you knew he would start using his angry words soon, your daughter being there or not.

“I-” Again, you tried to explain yourself, but the cold stare he was giving shut you up immediately. You expected him to start yelling, but he was terrifyingly quiet as he moved to examine your wound.

"I'll hurt whoever did this to you." He said it in a such a dark voice that even you were afraid.

“Karl...there was a lycan...” You finally could tell him, but he seemed to be in his own dark fantasy as he stared past you.

“I’ll torture them first...then things will get even worse...” As horrifying as he was sounding, you took it in stride knowing it was out of care for his family. Many years ago, he would just be a swearing mess.

“Were you even listening?” You asked him, and he shook his head again, clearing his thoughts. Then, he tenderly put a hand on your shoulder.

Y/N, stay here with our girl and get yourself cleaned up to the best of your ability. I’ll be back soon to tend to you.” He said with a smile before moving to give you a kiss. You swooned at that, but when your daughter moved to give you a hug, you were brought back to reality. 

“Wait...where are you going?” You asked him as he had his back to you, moving towards the exit.

Heisenberg just flashed you a smirk.

Turns out, he did torture the hell out of that lycan. It wasn’t hard for him to identify the feral creature as it was the closest wounded lycan in the vicinity. Also, it had that metal shard jaggedly sticking out of its side. 

You only knew he tortured it because he brought the corpse home with him.

It was covered in slashes and had a few bones that looked broken. Heisenberg wanted that creature to suffer before its death. He wanted it to know that it pissed off the most terrifying man it would ever know. After it died, Miranda was next on his hit list for creating these things.

But that would take time for him to get too. Right now, he was leaving the body in his shop to check on you guys.

Heisenberg saw that you were sitting on your guys’ bed with some messy looking bandages covering your shoulder. Obviously, it was hard to do on your own.

“Let me help with that.” His voice caused you to jump, making him chuckle a bit. Of course, he’d be less at ease if either one of you was hurt badly, but that glare in your eyes told him otherwise.

“Thank you.” You told him as he redid the stitches before telling you to wash off more of that blood before bandaging it again. 

“No Y/N. Thank you for protecting our family.” He said while pressing a kiss to your cheek. You blushed and smiled to yourself.

“I did what any parent would do.” You said bashfully, and he chuckled again.

“Not true. I would’ve done way worse.” He said and this time, you laughed.

“You did, I’m sure.” You told him, and his little smirk gave it away that you were right. In truth, you probably felt a little sorry for the beast that, for the last thing it saw, was a pissed off Lord Heisenberg. A truly scary sight.

“Check on D/N. She seemed pretty shaken up. As you do that, I’m going to take a bath.” You said before patting his shoulder and standing up.

“You sure you don’t need any help with that.” He said cheekily, but you just laughed sarcastically before disappearing into the bathroom. With that, he went to go check on the other victim in this attack.

You were right.

His daughter was asleep, but not peacefully. He could tell from the rapid rise and fall of her chest that something wasn’t right. It was a nightmare; he was sure of it. The way she moved, breathed, and thrashed about gave it away. Heisenberg felt torn, but he decided to try and wake her.

“D/N...wake up...” He shook her slightly. 

It only took a couple more tries before she awoke with a gasp. Her little stormy grey eyes darted around until they caught sight of her father. Then, she started to cry, and he moved to hug her.

“There, there...you’re alright...” He said to her, rubbing her back. Years of this has made him a pro of calming one down from nightmares.

“It...It was awful...the monster...” She sobbed, and he felt his heart break. No child should ever have to worry about this. Ever. It was something he never wanted his child to deal with.

The fear.

“Don’t worry, D/N,” Heisenberg rearranged his arms so that he could look his daughter in the eye before adding, “I took care of that monster. He will never harm you again.”

“R-Really?” She sniffled while rubbing her eyes.

“Really. So long as I am here, nothing will ever happen to you.” He promised with a smile, and the little girl seemed to calm down a bit. She looked down at her bed before looking back at her dad.

“Will you stay here with me?” She asked in such a scared tone that he just couldn’t refuse. He nodded, and the little girl snuggled back into bed as he sat beside it. Heisenberg held onto her little hand so that she knew he was there.

He then felt her stiffen up in fear, probably thinking of her nightmare, so he squeezed her hand.

“I'm right here; I won't leave your side. Go back to sleep, darling.” He said in a lovingly manner towards the young girl. Eventually, her hand fell limp in his, so he knew she fell asleep. Gingerly, he stood up to leave the room, but not before making sure she was tucked in tightly.

“Goodnight, my little miracle.” He stated before moving to kiss her forehead. 

After that, he returned to your room where he found you trying to bandage your wound again. He quickly moved to help you, and you thanked him for it. Even you seemed shaken up from dealing with the lycan, but more so, at the thought of losing your child.

“You were brave today. I’m lucky to have you.” He stated and you smiled.

“So you keep telling me.” You told him and he grinned.

Several years ago, he probably wouldn’t have cared who those beasts devoured or who got turned. However, now he had something precious to protect. Heisenberg won’t rest until Miranda and every single one of those lycans are dead at his feet.

He owes that to both of you.

#resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil village imagines #karl heisenberg #karl heisenberg imagine #karl heisenberg x reader

[magicallavender]

25 unrelated things I've learned in the past 25 years (bc it was my bday yesterday):

(younger me really needed to hear this)

1. My body and soul is MY OWN. Nobody but me owns it, I get to decide what to do with it. If I want to decorate my body with tattoos, piercings and makeup (or none at all), I fucking can. If I mentally don't want to go into a certain direction, I don't have to and I can trust myself on that instinct. 💫

2. Gender is not in your pants and it can be fluid and not have a binary. (Yeah I found out way late that I'm not cis). Also your body shape doesn't define your gender! 🌈

3. I am whole, I don't need anyone or anything to complete me. 💖

4. Don't worry too much about what other people (might) think of you; they're far too busy with themselves and how other people perceive them. So don't overthink it too much. You don't cross people's minds that often. ✌️

5. Everything is going to workout eventually. Seriously, you can relax. 🌱

6. Most things you stress about right now won't even be relevant in a year. 🐞

7. Ramen noodles (the instant ones, you know) are better when cooked in a pan, instead of hot water poured on them in a cup (yes even with the lid on. Pan is always better). Also; add some greens to them. 🍜

8. For plants; use a pot with drainage. Cause mold & rotting roots = not nice. 🪴

9. People are allowed to dislike & reject me and it will hurt, but I have to remember to reflect on what part hurts & give that the love it needs myself. ☮️

10. You can take your time on reading a book, it doesn't matter if you finish it within a day or a year; just start. 📚

11. It's okay to cancel plans, the reason doesn't even matter cause what matters is you saying you need to cancel them. If people can't handle that, they will probably cross a lot of your boundaries in the future as well. 🧭

12. Time does heal wounds and forgiving others is for your own peace of mind. (Forgiving ≠ forgetting & continuing toxic relationships). ☀️

13. Your fear of missing out is making you miss out. 🥂

14. Coconut oil is a perfect makeup remover. 🥥

15. Financially invest in your future the second your finances allow it. ⚓️

16. Buy a reusable water bottle. And don't go for a glass or plastic one. 🧊

17. Don't buy expensive glasses if you're gonna wear eye contacts anyway. 🥕

18. Don't focus too much on other people's wellbeing, not even people you're close with (and by focus I mean HYPERFIXATE & worry the fuck outa yourself even after discussing your worries with the person in question), rather give that love and attention to yourself. You're too much of a giver. It will drown you. ❤️‍🩹

19. Invite rainbows, plushies, cupcakes and cuddles into your life. :) enjoy it like a little kid, to the fullest. Without any shame. 🦄

20. For when it rains: put on your best raincoat & boots and smile. There's so much fun in the outdoors. 🌦

21. Just romanticize things in life that need it, even if they seem mundane or stupid. It will cure a bit of your depression. Put up that christmas tree & decorate the house with flowers, it will be lovely. 🌻

22. Go to bed when you're tired. Don't push yourself. ☁️

23. Red Wine contains a substance that can trigger migraines. So does lemon. 🍋

24. Clean your face twice a day (morning & evening!). 🧼

25. Be soft! Be loud! Be proud! Be fat! Be queer! Be boring! Be whoever the fuck you need yourself to be! 💗

I wish myself much better years than the past 25, and I believe life will be great & wonderful for me, I will make sure of that ♡

(Pic from pinterest)

#birthday #life advice #advice #lgbtq #aesthetic #skincare routine #skincare tips #skincare #25 tips #tips #healthy lifestyle tips #selflove #self care #queer representation #queer witch #gender #genderfluid #nonbinary

[the-heaminator]

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　ANON LOVE　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

Just wanted to stop by and share what I love about you and it's your writing and general energy in the fandom! Tbh, your energy and excitement, the way you hype up others? It reminds me so much of early days of this fandom. In a good way, I swear! I know "the early days of the hetalia fandom" has a lot of bad, but some of the good is how much people hyped each other up, squeeing and cheering everyone on. It didn't feel like trying to compete with fellow creators back then, which sometimes it does now, and seeing the way you're so kind to fellow creators, cheering them on, it brings back wonderful memories of amazing friendships, even if I only ever knew them as their avatars/usernames. But you're also an amazing creator too, and that deserves so much more recognition. You have a very interesting writing style that is VERY engaging and keeps me reading, so even if it's a long chapter, it honestly doesn't feel like I've been reading all that long. You write in an almost interactive way, where I feel like I'm part of the story, even if it feels like I'm being held in place and forced to watch whatever madness is happening (no complaints, honestly, I'm loving every moment). I haven't gotten a chance to read the UK bros horror fic yet, but based on what I skimmed over before saving it for later reading, it already looks good! This is getting long, but I also needed to mention your art, too. I saw your art progression post, comparing a current and old drawing you did of Canada, and it's amazing! You're already doing so much better, drawing different body shapes, and I can only see you getting even better and better as time goes on.

Now spread the love! (But no pressure!) You can tag someone to say what you love about them, or if you're shy like me, drop some love as anon in their inbox! There's never too much love for us to share with each other 💖

I hope you know anon, whoever the fuck you are, is that you made my WEEK, I'm so happy right now oh my lord thank you.

Also as for my vibes, what more can I say, a homie is a homie even if it's an internet one, excersise safe caution ofc but also just vibe and dont be a cunt to others man, just dont.

Also thank you about my writing QwQ, someone said it was like lemony snicket but 83% more chaotic and yknow what I'll take that, and hahdjejdjdjd thank you for saying my writing is engaging oh my god I literally do not know what to say AAAAAAAA

and as for the art fuxk fuck fuck I never liked art at school but I'm acc growing to love it bc of this bloody fandom. and thank you thank you thank you for being so fucking nice I'm going to cherish this oh my god

#AAAAAAA #reference #Why I...do stuff #I am going to be ao nice to everyone watch me

[guardian5tiger3]

https://www.tumblr.com/guardian5tiger3/719022051263971328/hello-how-are-you-may-i-ask-for-a-free-reading?source=share

I got chills reading your reading for me! I've had a very traumatic childhood, my parents were and still are very abusive. In my mind I joke with myself that i raised myself like a cactus 😂. I cannot leave them due to my circumstances unless ofcourse i get married and leave this place forever. This is why I dream that someone who is from a farrrrr away place falls in love with me and takes me away from here forever. Everything that you've said in the reading about me, is true. My hands are literally shaking right now 🫣. I have very low self-esteem, borderline agoraphobic, I'm not even on any social media coz I have nothing to show about my life or myself, lol. I actually sometimes wonder to myself how nice it'll be if my future spouse's family and friends can accept me as their own and they can be my tribe :)

You're also right, i can't even imagine anyone treating me like an "angel" or "precious", lol. My parents have always treated my like crap and i have to go with it coz I feel duty bound, but I'm used to it and I've trained myself to just zone out, so it doesn't bother me. I can't even begin to describe how beautiful your reading is.

The part about being "weird" - I'm the weird one in my family. I cannot say them anything back, but in my mind I think to myself, yeah well, one day I'll meet someone who's as weird as me and people will think this couple is mental and we'll be the happiest two weirdos - together 😂.

Also the part that you two might not meet if i remain in low vibing energy - that's true. Coz I'm older and i know the reason I still haven't met him is coz of my self-acceptance issues. But you know what? I'll still keep on hoping and wishing for him. I'm already late, so it doesn't matter how long a life i get to live with him. But one day, we'll meet and we'll unite. I don't know when that day will be, sooner or later, but it will come true one day.

Also your last paragraph, i keep on thinking to myself that really at this point in life all i want is just peace. And also it's so amazing you got that he loves to cook! Coz it's actually something i want us to enjoy together. Cooking is one of my love languages even though I rarely look, but I'd love for both of us cook together and have fun with each other and take care of each other 💖.

Really you've provided me such a beautiful reading, i cannot thank you enough 🙏. I'm so glad I asked you this question 💞 Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart 💙

Give love and get love. Whoever you are you are so sweet my heart is full🥲

[impala-dreamer]

💖💖(Good morning my dear Beka, four years ago I sarted sending you love so Happy Anniversary! And happy Tuesday love💖)💖💖

“Happy Anniversary…” Dean set a beer down next to my laptop and slyly read the ask while leaning against the table. “What the hell does that mean?” 

Annoyed that he was being so nosey, I sucked my teeth. “An anniversary is when you recongize a date as being significant for some major event. Like… when I remembered it’s been nearly seven years since you’ve been annoying the crap out of me. Most people celebrate.” 

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I know what anniversaries are.” 

“Really?” I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms over my chest, eyeing him sternly. “Because you didn’t remember ours.” 

Dean laughed under his breath and gave a cute little shrug. “Not my thing, Bek. You know that.” 

Sadly, I did. “Yeah, yeah.” 

He licked his cracked lips and smiled. “So, really. What’s up with this ask thing? Why’s that an anniversary? I sneak you asks all the time.” 

I nodded. It was true. He tried so hard to anon but half the time he forgot, and even when he did, I knew it was him. 

“This one’s special,” I said, smiling at the sparkly hearts on my screen. 

“Why? You got a secret lover out there?” 

I gasped and feigned shock. “Only you, Dean. Only you.” 

He laughed again and scooted back on the desk, turning a bit so he could look down on me better, probably trying to sneak a peek down my top. 

I leaned forward, letting him snoop. 

“This one’s special because, every single day, no matter what, I wake up to sparkly hearts in my inbox. If I’m having a bad day, a good day, a horrible, life shatteringly shit week- I always, no matter what, wake up to sparkly hearts. It may seem silly, but just knowing that someone out there cares enough about me to send them in every day… I don’t know, it makes me feel a little better about myself and the world in general. Like, maybe it’s not all for nothing. There are still awesome, loving, nice people out there.” 

I paused and looked up at him, worried that he’d have some mocking reply. 

His smile was sweet and soft. “That’s a wonderful thing to celebrate,” he whispered, dropping down from the table and leaning to kiss my forehead. “I’m glad you have that.” 

I closed my eyes, soaking up a bit of his warmth and sighed. “Me too, Dean. Whoever this secret anon is… is really amazing.” 

#dean x me #thank you darling

[kithmet]

Hi!

I saw an ask few days ago about your ao3 bookmarks, so I checked them out and they are wonderful! I've read through about 1/2 of the dream team related ones and I love them! Whoever said your bookmarks were a place of comfort were correct!

I've been having a bad time recently and it really help me out, so thank you!

Also, I have read multiple of your fanfics and they are amazing!!! <33

THIS IS SO NICEE thank you beloved anon!!!! what a sweet message to get on my dreary sunday 💖💞💘💓💕💗 i appreciate the love (and the validation in my taste lol)

#replies

[coredrill]

reading my like. fifth gridman universe summary and whoever wrote this is describing everything in the most out of pocket fashion like 😩 spoilers under the cut ofc

src

starting off strong RIGHT outta the gate with

LMAO????? I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE TRAILER BEING STRAIGHTBAITING I JUST HAD THE WRONG FUCKIN CHARACTER!!! like i realize there’s some uh. artistic liberties goin on here with the phrasing HOWEVER until i see the film for myself i am choosing to live in the universe where all four of gridman’s MCs are canon bi 😌 move the fuck over gridman, this is ssss.bisexuality now

CRYING AT THIS. POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW………..WAS THIS WHY HE EATS LIVE CRABS FROM THE RIVERBED. FUCKED UP IF TRUE. I LOVE HIM

valid, this happens to me too whenever i go for a run

💀💀.

obsessed w the implication that “two humans get inside a very large human-appearing being” does not need an explanation but “kaiju that was already Special gets a new form” does

i see you amemiya . also don’t wanna count my chickens before they hatch but this seems like such a nice arc for rikka? like i’ll have to actually see the film to be certain but it’s nice that she’s able to acknowledge what akane means to her, still want to be with akane, make the decision that her grief over akane isn’t more important than akane’s real happiness, honor what she had with akane on her own terms, AND THEN move on and accept yuuta’s confession. again i might be calling the shots too early but it seems like a nuanced and mature way to do “bisexual character ends up with character of opposite gender” without making it a “gay phase” or “oh they were REALLY just straight all along” (or at least better than honoka kzn or mitsuru frnxx 🥴) like it’s nice that she tells yuuta it’s good he waited so long to confess so that she could actually develop interest in him AND grapple w akane. i like that.

ALSO. I JUST WANTED TO SAY. I WAS RIGHT LMAO I CALLED IT THE THIRD THING WASN’T RECEIPTS BUT

TWO MONTHS AGO……………….I UNDERSTAND GAUMA WITH MY SOUL

and last but not least, a rite of passage

also unrelated but goddamn today has been “i knew i loved gauma but i didn’t know i loved him THAT MUCH” day 😭😭😭 i’ve cried over his neon genesis suit three separate times and i literally am looking forward to seeing this movie so much?? like!!!! i picked him as my fav before i even saw the show cause i fucking LOVEEEE his design so goddamn much and then he was a goofball mecha pilot and it was all well and good AND FUCKING THEN. he goes and finds some wayward people and loves them so goddamn hard in his own bizarre way and it challenges them all to grow and change and be better and it SCARS them too but they embrace it because they love him right back and then at the end he straight up says that it’s okay that he never found his princess, that he still loves her but now he has the dyna crew and they’re good enough on that same level and HAHXHCNFNCNMCJCJDJSJXJDN. unsurprisingly i am devouring an admission of platonic love equivalent to romantic love, who’d have guessed!!!! and i’ve just been so so happy that i get to see more of him in the future, even in his rex form, and i’ve felt so GOOD all day because i have that to look forward to 😭😭😭 sorry for being too sincere abt this but I AM FEELING THINGS ABOUT MEDIA and holy fucking shit i am so happy that gauma exists 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#a: gridman universe #t.txt

[cookiewrites]

Hiii I am the one who said chan prefers christopher than daddy well I love your work and I don't mind if you had your time for writing so don't rush anything sometimes I rereading my request one and seeing so much people like it I feel a little bit embraced oho oho anyways I was curious about how would skz members react when they were jealous or their partners being jealousy, that's it have a great day and don't forget to take care of yourself, ily <3

the idea someone is re-reading something i've written is such a huge honor omg thank you 🥺💖 i wish i had written more for it now, ahhh, i'm glad you liked it anyways 💖

jealousy headcanons

wc: 1.2k

cw: afab reader, pet names for reader (love, jagiya, princess, baby, mommy, angel, little one, slut), oral sex (m. receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, pegging, mentions of exhibitionism, dumbification, praise kink, degradation

so for chan, more than ever, he wants you to say his name. nothing else, no title, nothing but christopher. he is 100% a jealous sex person, he'll never be mad at you for it (unless you're doing it on purpose), he just wants to remind you and the whole world that you're his. like if someone had hit on you at a bar, he politely corrects the person, takes you home, and fucks you as loudly as possible; almost wanting the bedframe to creak. he wants to make you cum over and over, and you would have to be making noise the whole time, threatening to stop if you quietened down. if you go dumb part way through and can only remember his name, oh well. no biggie, he'll just tease you over and over about it;

'nothing in that pretty little head but me, yeah love? go on, say my name nice and loud for me, since it's the only thing you can remember now anyway'

minho feels really bad when you get jealous, it doesn't happen often, he is pretty good at staying away from anyone who would potentially upset you but every now and then someone gets too close or he is a bit too affectionate and you're all over him. and he is more than happy to indulge you. you always try so hard to be mad about it, and try to dom him, and tell him off. but it always comes across desperate, until you're sat trying to ride him and grabbing at him, when he finally takes over. holding you close and raising his hips to fuck into you over and over again, apologising for making you jealous.

'feels so good jagiya, yeah? let me make you feel good, let me make it up to you. i'm all yours, jagi, all yours'

changbin is not very good at hiding when he's jealous, especially if it's with one of the other guys, but he's not aggressive about it; he's mean. he makes snide little comments and slightly too harsh jokes about whoever it is he thinks you're too close to. and then later, in the bedroom, he does the same to you; teasing you for how turned on you are, how needy you're being, maybe even edging you a couple times. changbin wants to, in no uncertain terms, punish you but in a very different way to how he usually does, he wants to teach you a lesson and remind you that he is the only one who can make you drip onto the sheets.

'god you're pathetic, princess, dripping for me? i've barely even touched you and you're begging, so fucking needy it, almost want to leave you here begging. maybe let jisung clear up the mess? you seemed to love his attention earlier.'.

hyunjin never even leaves room for you to get jealous because he is obsessed with hickies, specifically him covered in hickies. and not just hidden below clothing either, he wants them visible. begging for them up the sides of his neck, even one time on his jawline when he had a break from schedule and knew his make-up artists wouldn't be angry with him. once he even encouraged you to give him one on his bottom lip when making out, his lip swollen and slightly purple for a couple days, stinging slightly when he pressed his finger to it. and every time he did he would immediately start getting hard, even harder than he would get even just seeing the usual marks you left.

'm-maybe another, baby, please, w-want everyone to see that i'm y-yours. th-they look so pretty, make m-me pretty, please? p-please.'.

jisung also isn't any good at hiding when his jealous because he gets really insecure, hiding and not being nearly as extroverted with the group as he usually is. for him, it manifests as doubt, so that night you have to be so loving, doting. he is needier than usual, needing you closer than usual, his eyes going glazed quicker than usual, whinier than usual. bonus points if you peg him when he's jealous, making clear that your priority is him and his pleasure way before yours. holding him close as you roll your hips, long hard thrusts, praising him over and over.

's-sungie is good? good for mommy? l-love you m-mommy, f-fuck, c-can s-sungie cum? p-please?'

felix will 100% overstimulate you when he finds out you're jealous, not in a punishment kind of way but in a you-forgot-i'm-in-love-with-you-i-must-remind-you kind of way. like it'd be the softest of dom. he'd spend forever worshipping you, undressing you, kissing you, touching you. and he'd make you cum on his fingers over and over as he lies next to you, making you look at him the whole time, telling you how much he adores you and how you are the only person he wants.

'oh angel, you're my dream, look like a dream cumming over my fingers like this, can feel everything angel, how good you are for me, how wet, a dream.'.

seungmin is the textbook mean dom when he's jealous. punishment; spanking, edging, denial. sometimes it's not even touching you, making you suck him off as he sits watching something on the tv, drinking out of a bottle, letting the cold condensation drip on your hot red face as you try to fuck his cock in and out of your mouth; trying to apologise even though he told you you're not allowed to speak. he'd eventually take pity on you, of course, once your face is covered in his cum. he'd let you get yourself off on his thigh, allowing you to only apologise, no moans, just 'i'm sorry, i'm sorry' getting increasingly whiner as he pretends that the fact your wetness soaking through his jeans isn't making him hard enough for a slightly softer second round.

'you can do better than that, right? god, i'm basically going soft in your mouth. i wonder if you'd be trying harder if i made him sit here and watch you, would you show how good of a slut you can be then? ... oh shut up, that mouth is made for one thing, little one.'.

jeongin will fuck you in other people's beds/spaces when he's jealous. chan got too close to you earlier? you will be bent over his studio desk a few hours later. felix was too affectionate when baking with you earlier? you'll be made to grind on felix's pillow begging jeongin to touch you. hyunjin was caught sketching you? jeongin will make you a piece of art in hyunjin's room, covering you in cum and words claiming you as his, his name written across your chest, your pussy labelled as his. he has no sense of privacy about it either, showing off not only how obedient you are but also doing it when he knows you'll likely be caught; wanting to remind everyone that you are his.

'now, don't you look good? maybe i should make you walk around with all this writing on, make you wear clothes to show it off, make sure no one can doubt who you belong to? so nice of jinnie to let us use all his nice pens and paints, right? bet they'll look even prettier covered in cum'

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[thecraftymagician]

Hi!!! Could you do one for M6 and what their idea of a romantic date with MC would be?

Hey there! First and foremost they all have sooo many ideas but will always take into account anything MC likes and dislikes. All of them would be really respectful and take that into account before doing anything. Like almost everything I write, these can be mixed and matched around with whoever you want. They want MC to have a great time, of course! But my thoughts, well...

I had to add extra ones at the end as add-ons or just general ideas because to be completely honest.. I love setting up dates or just things to do irl! I don't know about being a wedding planner but I wish date planner was a thing haha

Warnings: Fluff!, Teeth rotting sugary goodness, some implied nsfw but nothing overtly explicit

Asra💜

One of the things I love and totally relate to with Asra is that they're equally adventurous and want to travel but also just want to curl up in a blanket fort and nap the day away.

On one hand they're ideal 'date' is making breakfast in bed, snuggling the day away together, reading or working on hobbies, anything else just cozied up and with each other.

On the other hand I could see them running errands or just going out on the town together. Of course they'd pick you out little trinkets or accessories and nearly anything that catches your eye. They'd probably buy you some flowers, some good diner and your drink of choice before leading you to a nice cozy little spot they found growing up to watch the sunset together. Knowing Asra they'd probably be up for some star gazing and deep or silly night talks until it gets too chilly.

Afterwards you'd absolutely be in for the cuddles of a life time and whatever else your heart might desire..

Nadia💖

We know the Countess loves to shower MC with affection as well as luxuries and while a good candle-lit dinner is always perfect it's also a frequency. It's not a problem and still special to her but she also believes you deserve more on date nights.

Nadia would absolutely love disguising herself and letting you take her around to all of your favorite spots. She'd likely be down to go shopping with your especially for clothes and loves seeing beautiful Vesuvia through your eyes. It's all very inspiring to her as your partner and well for making the city better.

While she does adore her city, getting out of town for a day trip/retreat with you sounds perfect too. Just a day of lazy relaxation, good food, and caring for each other. Maybe a nice dash of adventure to balance the mix as trouble always seems to find you both.

She'd probably surprise you with a gift, either something you've been wanting or something that made her think of you/that you'd look good in.

Julian🖤

Ah Julian, Julian, Julian. He has probably been planning for a while but is also open to plans changing at a moments notice. He might have too many ideas to pack into one day/night so some will just have to wait until next time. Still his two main goals will be to show you off and show you a good time.

Of course taking you to see a play is a must especially one he just knows you'll love. He might insist on taking you somewhere a bit nicer to eat after rather than a pub (that being said be might have dressed up a bit too). Then there are a few options. He is owed a favor from a guy with a gondola then again he could always borrow a boat at the docks. It's always a good time to float on the water after all. There's also the hidden garden you found.

He'd love nothing more than hum and dance with you in the grass or on the deck under the moon respectively. Maybe some stargazing could be in order after that or a nice evening stroll? He's not going to want it to end, possibly going as far as to lean into his roguish tendencies to show you new spots in the city but will be ready to turn in whenever you are.

Muriel💚

While it's true that the mountain man isn't a fan of people or crowds, for you he's willing to ask for help/tips. Of course for him just spending time with you at the hut or foraging and maybe even a picnic is perfect. Still he knows it's not exactly stereotypically romantic.

In that sense he'll absolutely start off with some flowers he picked for you in the woods and take you to a nice cozy spot to eat on the edge of town that just so happens to not be next to empty around this time of day. He still feels a bit weird about treating himself but if it's with you and on a date then.. there's an excuse.

If not that I bet he would ask Asra to pick up some groceries while you're out and surprise you with a nice candle-lit dinner with your favorite meal/foods at home (again maybe a picnic and of course with flowers.)

After that bear hugs and snuggling galore with a nice cozy fire blazing.

Portia🧡

You actually have "dates" frequently as far as she's concerned. Picnics, gardening or baking together, getting into mischief while in town. But if she's planning it she'll go out of her way to make it as fun and different as she can.

She might make a game out of it or ask someone to help make a treasure hunt or scavenger hunt for you two to do together. Adventures are her favorite but she even moreso prefers adventures with you. The hints might be tricky or even silly to make sure you laugh.

The prize very well could be 'teamwork', maybe matching flower crowns or baked goods. No matter what you end up with a night on the town bar hopping, drinking and dancing on the tables to your heart's content.

Cuddles together with Pepi after a long day/evening are always fantastic but it's really just the cherry on top of a great date.

Lucio❤️

In all honesty, he's not the best at planning dates. Sure he's all about loud and big declarations of his love and spending time with you but specific dates, well.. He mostly assumes certain "activities" are like dates.

That being said he's likely to go full forced, extravagant stereotypes. He's gotten you each new glamorous outfits, takes you to the nicest spot in town with a view (even if it's just a different part of the palace), has musicians play for you while you dine and drink the fanciest champagne or wine.

It might be your favorite meal but somehow it's a full 7 course meal complete with mood lighting. He want's you to feel like royalty and, of course, show off. While there is something in it for him in that regard it's also he believes pulling out all the stops shows his love best.

To finish the evening he certainly has some ideas, if you're up for it that is..

BONUS:

Catching fireflies or butterflies, collecting rocks/stones, beachcombing, etc.

A wine tasting or cheese tasting/appetizers, brewery tour, etc just something like that.

Apple picking, etc anything of that variety.

Dance class/going dancing.

Sketching or painting together/each other.

Reading to each other or writing poetry together.

That trend where you pick out things for each other that you think the other would like.

Go horseback riding.

Learn a new skill together or try a new recipe.

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