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homestylehughes · 3 months

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quinn hughes- drowning

summary: when y/n is drowning in her love for Quinn, and feels the need to step back from him. what happens that Quinn is also drowning in her love too?

wc: 1.9k OMFGG HELLOOOOOOO???? this the longest fic I've ever wrote. holy fuck.

authors note: dun dun dun I'm backkkkk. ive had free time because of my classes being cancelled because of the weather. so I decided to sit down and write about quinny today <3. I hope you guys enjoy this is the longest fic I've everrrr wrote. make sure to reblog if you like enjoy it. as always much loveeeee.

Everyone told me not to fall in love with Quinn hughes. I told myself not to fall in love with Quinn Hughes. That It would be impossible for him to ever love me back in the way I loved him.

Obviously I didn't listen.

I fell head over heels in love with him. I was sinking, no I was drowning. Nothing could pull me out now. I was in too far deep, I was in too far deep to care that I was in love with Quinn hughes. It was so hard not to care, it was so hard to not fall in love with him. Longing gazes when we were out with our friends. The way he'd put his hand on my lower back when guiding me through a crowd. The way he’d listen so intently to things I would say. Everything little thing he did pulled me into him, everything he did pulled me under. I was drowning, I couldn't seem to care.

That's what led me to this.

I knew that I was deep, I needed space. I haven't seen or talked to Quinn in over 2 weeks. I told myself I needed to distance myself from him. If I could pull myself away from him, then I could pull myself out from drowning in him.

So I threw myself into my job, taking as many stories as I could from my boss. Declining dinners and drinks from my friends, from quinn. Ignoring his texts and declining his calls. I thought what I was doing was the right thing to do, it seemed like the easiest thing to do. I knew if I ever admitted to Quinn that I was in love with him, he wouldn't feel the same way. I'm trying to save myself a heart break, but what's the point? My hearts are already breaking by doing this.

When the 3 week mark hit of not talking to quinn i felt better. Kinda. I still miss talking to him, actually scratch that, i miss everything little thing about him. I continue to tell myself that this is for the best. Do I even know what I want, is this even for the best? The texts and calls from Quinn stopped showing up. He gave up on me, no i gave up on him. I did this and it's for the best. Even though I repeated this to myself everyday, I still felt I was making the wrong choice.

My friends finally convinced me to leave my apartment. Making me put in the tightest outfit possible, and pulling me into the nearest bar. I make a beeline to the bar, ordering a drink to hopefully calm my nerves and help relax me. Being here in this bar made me remember how much I hate bars. It made me remember how much I miss Quinn.

We make our way to the table with trays of drinks in our hands, tonight is going to be a good night. Well I thought it was. As I glanced up to see where one of my friends went, my eyes landed on her with a group of men. Men that look very familiar to me. My eyes drift left of my friend, and land right on Quinn. Our eyes meet for the first time in over 3 weeks. My heartbeat starts rising immediately, and suddenly I feel like I'm drowning again. The dress I'm wearing seems even tighter, and the bar feels like fire all around me.

I need to get out of here, I say to myself. My eyes trying to find the next exit, I turn to my friend y/f/n and say “hey, I'm going to go outside, I need some fresh air. I'll be back in a second!!”. I don't wait for her reply, I turn on my heels, quickly moving towards the closest exit.

The minute I step outside it hits me. Quinn. Quinn is really here. Quinn, my best friend, the man im inlove with is here. The man I've ignored for almost a month or more with no explanation is here. It hits me, I'm a terrible person. Why did I do that to him, why did I do this to us.

I need to go home now. Home. Home. Home. was the only thing on my mind.

My hands are shaking trying to pull up uber to get a ride home. Anywhere is better than here right now, this is all too much. As I'm going to hit “Confirm payment” on the car ride home. I hear an all too familiar voice shout my name.

This can't be happening. No No No.

The next thing I know is that Quinn is standing right in front of me. “y/n” he breathes out at me. I can't move, I'm frozen. I'm in shock, this can't be real. “y/n” he repeats. I finally looked into his eyes, my eyes dragging all over his face. Everything is as perfect as I remember it. “Quinn” I finally uttered while looking at the ground. I wish I was dreaming. I wish that what's happening isn't real. I can't even look him in the eyes. I wish it was a dream, and that when I woke up this was all fake.

This definitely isn't a dream.

“You know you fucking suck.” Quinn says. I know I do, I think to myself. As I go to open my mouth to say something. He starts again “I haven't talked to you in over a month. You've been ignoring me. And the first time I see you again with your friends at a bar?!?!”. I can't even look at him, continuing to stare at his Nike covered feet. My eyes filled with tears. I hear him take another deep angry breath. “SEE??? You can't even look at me, you can't even look me in the eyes. You won't even give me an explanation. You know that's really shitty of you y/n.”.

I'm crying now. I'm sobbing. Everything he's saying is true. I am a terrible person, this is all my fault I know. I know.

I heard him scoff and began to walk away. I can't let this happen, I can't let this happen again. “QUINN” I shouted, finally finding my voice. His steps immediately stop, he slowly turns around. I can see the anger and sadness in his eyes.

This time I'm approaching him, taking a shaky breath. Trying to gather the words that I don't have to say. “I know you hate me right now. I know that you want answers, hell you want an explanation on why i haven't talked to you in over month.’’ My breath labors for a minute, I'm sobbing, the tears are flowing, my chest is rising, I'm not ready for this. I know nothing I say is ever going to change what I did to him.

I try to take deep breaths but each one I take makes the tears fall even harder. Here I am crying on the sidewalk in front of my best friend. who might not even be my best friend anymore. Trying my best to give him an explanation on why I've been so horrible to him. Why I've cut him out of my life just because I love him. Oh god i love him, how do i tell him that??

I feel a hand wrap around my arm, that quickly pulls me back to reality. “Hey hey y/n, pretty girl please look at me.” I'm still sobbing at this point, I don't think the tears will ever stop. I slowly take my eyes up to his face. “That's good, now take a deep breath for me, in and out come on i know you can do it.” he says. Quinns hands are now on my cheeks trying to help me calm down.

My breathing starts to slow down, my tears let up a little bit. Our eyes are still locked, never once leaving each other. I know I need to say something. I know I need to tell him how I feel. I slowly pull away from quinns hold, I'm now again looking at his feet. I take a deep breath, it's now or never I think. “I fell in love with you. Fuck quinn i was drownding in you. You were my best friend and I couldn't feel that way about you. I know you'd never want me in the way I wanted you. I needed space, I thought that if I was away from you it would help my feelings, that somehow I could get over it?? That I could forget about you?? I don't know!?!?! Just move on??”. “But seeing you tonight made me realize that I could never get over you, and that I could never stop loving you.”

The tears on my face are falling like waterfalls, I sadly chuckle to myself as I try and wipe them away as more fall. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Nothing I say will probably make you forgive me. I understand i really really fucked up. But I won't say sorry for loving you. I love you and it's okay if you don't love me.” I finally looked into Quinn's eyes, searching for anything. Anything.

Before I can even register what's happening, Quinn’s hands are grabbing my face, pulling my lips to his. The kiss is fast, it's full of love and anger, sadness. All of the above. My lips struggle to keep up with him, my hands make their way to the back of his head, pulling him into me by the ends of his hair. A groan escapes his lips, as he pulls me even closer into him, if it's even possible. Our lips are moving at lightning speed, we can't get enough of each other. I don't want to ever stop kissing Quinn, it feels too good to ever want to stop.

It feels like 5 years go by before Quinn pulls his lips from mine. Our chests are rising steadily. Eyes blown, swollen lips looking back at each other. “I've wanted to do that since I met you,” he says. My head is spinning, nothing that just happened feels real. Quinn sighs, grabbing my hands in his, his eyes never leaving mine. “I wish you would have told me how you felt. You would have known that I also love you. I've loved you for years. I thought i lost you y/n, i was going crazy with you. I thought you hated me. Baby I was drowning in you, I thought you knew, I wish you knew sooner.”

Quinn loves me? Quinn. Love. Me. my eyes are wide, his mouth is parted waiting for my reaction. Waiting for me to say something. I'm crying again before I know it again. A smile breaks on lips, i'm laughing, quinns laughing. I'm not sure if we know why. I pull his lips towards mine again. Feeling his smile on mine. “I love you''. I whisper to him in between each kiss. “I love you” he whispers back.

I could drown in him forever, if it's on a sidewalk in front of a random bar. If it's a bed, a car. Hell even in a movie theater. I'd always drown for Quinn Hughes.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl hockey #nhl fic #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #quinn hughes #vancouver #vancover canucks #quinn hughes x reader

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actual-changeling · 8 months

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when gabriel/jim (jabriel?? gim?????) talks about his "one particular person", aziraphale's smile is such a blink and you will miss it moment but so incredibly precious and we don't pay enough attention to it.

so, welcome to another round of alex's unhinged meta corner where i over-analyse micro expressions while losing some more braincells.

firstly, here's a clip of that scene just so we are all on the same page since i don't know how much time everyone else spends watching that show. don't ask me it's probably at least 6 hours a day at this point

what i want to focus on is aziraphale's reaction to jabriel's words right after "person". did i slow the clip down and then go through it frame by frame to get the following screencaps? yes. yes i did.

there are two parts to this, the spaced-out smile and then his shock/fear. also before we start can i just say how fucking insane whoever made the trailer was for putting the 1941 dinner scene RIGHT THERE??? with THAT expression??????? yeah. no. i need therapy for that alone.

anyway.

while he is talking, aziraphale is looking at jabriel the entire time, but honestly, i don't think he is actually seeing him, he's neck-deep in his memories of crowley. he as that sparkle in his eyes he tends to get around crowley/looking at crowley and that smile appears rather slowly (or as slow as something can be while lasting less than a second).

personally, i'd call that expression "completely and utterly in love" or besotted if you wanna keep it simple. a content little smile meant for no one except himself, the kinda look he probably wears in private while calling crowley to ask him to come hang out. aziraphale loves him and in this short moment, he knows it - and so do we.

when jabriel (preferable over gim, in my opinion) trails off, aziraphale remembers that hey, wait a minute. that's my boss. that's the archangel fucking gabriel. he can't know about me and crowley.

at this point, neither we nor he know what exactly is up with jabriel, so there is a very real danger that everything aziraphale says or shows will be reported back to heaven. the shock sets in, the smile disappear and aziraphale falls from cloud 9 (pun intended) and lands face first back on earth.

while aziraphale does not have crowley's memory of what exactly went down in heaven when they tried to burn him to a crisp, he has always been incredibly anxious around gabriel and the other archangel. he is fidgeting, unable to stand still or even keep his gaze from flicking around. the only moment he calms is, you guessed it, when he is zoned out and thinking of crowley.

the very real fear that settles on his face is not just about himself, it is mostly about crowley. if heaven knows, hell will, too. everyone knows about the back channels, most just try and keep up plausible deniability. the fact that it is michael who seems to be directly in contact with hell for the most part and not gabriel is worthy of its own post at some point.

another thing worth mentioning is that aziraphale is so afraid, in fact, that he physically backs away from jabriel and gets as much distance between them as possible. jabriel looks like a lost toddler, very non-threatening, but the trauma runs so deep that it does not matter how much of a danger he really is right now. he has been a constant threat for over six thousand years, you cannot deconstruct your view of a person, especially your boss, that quickly. not even if they turn up with total amnesia on your doorstep. naked.

this was less unhinged than some of my other posts but i think this is a moment that gets overlooked a lot. at least i haven't seen anyone talking about it yet since we are all understandably focused on the ending of episode 6.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #good omens meta #listen i wrote this post while tipsy so any errors are because my brain is not working correctly

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carlsdarling · 2 months

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okay, now i need a fic about carl's gigantic balls😔😔😔

Jingle balls, jingle balls

Y/N wonders if Carl really has gigantic balls... Bit more of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, oral (male receiving)

As so often, you watched Carl as he helped Olivia to carry groceries into the warehouse. To do this, he repeatedly climbed into the back of the pick-up truck parked outside the warehouse and the fabric of his jeans stretched over his crotch, leaving a visible bulge. You giggled furtively, because ever since a certain day, you'd been a little obsessed with Carl and what was going on under his belt.

That was when Negan had first come to Alexandria with his men to demand supplies, and when two of his men had gone to get medicine from Rick's house, Carl had angrily stood in their way and threatened them with his gun. You had heard the gunshot from the house and seen Rick, Negan and Gabriel rush to Rick's house, so you had followed them, curious and worried at the same time.

Inside the house was Carl, his one eye glinting with rage, his cheeks flushed delightfully as he pointed the gun at Negan's men and forbade them to take the drugs. The muscles on his arm and neck were tense, and he ignored Negan, who approached with amusement and began to admonish Carl. But Carl was not intimidated by Negan, so the latter finally got a little annoyed and said: "So, dude, at what point were we? Oh yes! At your gigantic balls down there!"

The blush had rushed to your face and you had struggled to suppress a giggle despite the dangerous situation, so Gabriel had looked at you in bewilderment and confusion. You had thought Carl was cute ever since he had come to Alexandria, but since that day, you kept trying to imagine him naked and wondered if Negan was right with his comment.

However, you and Carl didn't get close at first because he spent a lot of time with Enid, and eventually he and Enid became a couple, which made you jealous. But around the time of Carl's 19th birthday, things started to fall apart and a few months later they had a big fight and broke up, leaving Carl single again. Faced with this fact, you were all excited, but at first you just couldn't find a way to get closer to Carl.

Until the day you happened to be assigned to guard duty together. It was a few days before Christmas and Alexandria was already festively decorated; it was snowing lightly as you and Carl climbed the stairs to the wall.

You kept glancing stealthily at Carl from the side. He was wearing a parka against the cold, so you couldn't catch a glimpse of his crotch, but you were firmly convinced that Carl was well equipped, and Negan's words kept coming back to your mind.

It didn't take long for Carl to notice your strange behavior. "What's wrong?" he asked with a hint of irritation. "Why do you always stare at me like that?"

You immediately blushed. "What? Like what?" you tried to deny it.

Carl looked at you with raised eyebrows, snowflakes settling on his bandage. "I don't know. But you're always gaping at me like you're trying to figure something out." Your face grew even hotter, and Carl grinned knowingly. "You have the hots for me, haven't you?"

"No," you immediately denied it.

"No? Too bad," Carl said casually. "I mean, I'm single again, and we could have some fun." He pointed to a vacant house near the wall. "There don't seem to be any walkers out today anyway. No one will notice if we disappear for a while." He winked indecently at you. "But it's not like you're interested." He shrugged his shoulders.

You cleared your throat. "Umm, I wouldn't put it like that. It's just..."

"What?" Carl eyed you with amusement.

"Well, Negan made a remark about your balls back then." You giggled, embarrassed. "I've always wondered since then if it was true. Well, that they're gigantic."

Carl laughed out loud. "Okay, so they're not small," he let you know in a teasing tone. "Neither is the rest. But don't you want to find out for yourself?" He stepped closer so that his breath brushed hotly across your cheek.

The arousal swept over you like an electric shock. You could smell Carl's scent very clearly, his long hair tickled your face and his pheromones mesmerized you. You and Carl had never been this close before. His lips almost touched yours. "Yes," you breathed, your heart pounding wildly.

"Come on then," Carl said, taking your hand after looking around and realizing that no one was watching you. He pulled you down the stairs and over to the abandoned house. New residents were due to move in these days, so the heating was turned up and it was comfortably warm.

Apparently Carl had been pretty needy since breaking up with Enid, because he pulled you into a hug as soon as he closed the front door behind you both and kissed you fiercely, his hands sliding under your clothes and immediately fumbling with the clasp of your bra. "Bedroom," he murmured as he pushed you towards the stairs. On the way up, you were already stripping off some of your clothes. You admired Carl's naked torso, the finely chiseled muscles, the fair skin, and the soft line of dark hair that led down from his navel.

You fiddled eagerly with Carl's belt. "I want to see you," you said breathlessly, licking at his neck.

Carl groaned, shoved your hand aside and undid his belt and the buttons of his jeans himself before sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling down his jeans and boxers. His cock was standing straight up, the tip touching his stomach and leaving a wet trail. You grabbed Carl by the shoulders and made him lie on his back, then you took his cock in your hand and began to gently rub up and down and apply pressure. Carl whimpered and squirmed on the bed, his eye closed. You let go of his dick and turned your attention to his balls - indeed, they weren't gigantic, but they were big, one almost filling your entire hand. "Are they always this... full?" you teased him, caressing his balls, swirling your tongue around his red, precum-oozing tip.

Carl whimpered and grinned sheepishly. "Maybe not quite so full," he whispered, his voice hoarse with excitement. "It's just, uum, I've got a bit of blue balls, if you know what I mean, oh please, don't stop." He groaned lustfully and bucked his hips up as you playfully licked his balls.

You leaned over Carl to kiss him and he yanked impatiently at your panties, slipping them over your thighs and shoving his long fingers between your legs. "You're already so wet, baby," he gasped, gripping your hips. Very slowly, he pushed his dick in.

You trembled with pleasure, and he chuckled, while his cock sliding inside you, making naughty slippery noises. You clenched your muscles around him, and he started moaning loudly, arching his back. You leaned forward and touched his big balls at the same time, gently massaging them, and this almost drove Carl over the edge, he was so close to cumming, but he successfully held himself back.

The way his dick was stretching you out was amazing, and you whined loudly, which made Carl grin. "It's not just my balls that are big," he joked.

"Oh my god, Carl," you moaned and the movements of your hips became faster and more erratic as you felt the orgasm approaching. When you cum around his cock, Carl feverishly bucked his hips, he let out a little scream and his cum filled you up to he rim. You had to grip onto his shoulders for support. "Going wild, huh?" you panted. Carl lied back, exhausted, he tried to catch his breath.

You collapsed on top of him, your head resting in the crook of his neck, before you dismounted him to snuggle up to him.

Carl looked at you, his cheeks still flushed, his heart beating hard. "That was... beyond words," he whispered and kissed you. You touched his balls again, and Carl inhaled sharply.

"They're not so full anymore," you said, giggling.

Carl smiled a little bashfully. "You took care of them, didn't you? But you have to admit, they're really big," he hinted with a pout.

There was no denying it. "They are," you giggled. "So is your dick."

Carl suddenly pressed you into the mattress and lay on top of you, gently spreading your legs. You could clearly feel that he was ready for you again. "Since you liked it, can we do it again?" he suggested. "Again and again," you mumbled as Carl penetrated you a second time.

Tags: @knochentrocken0808 @xxcarlswifexx @taylormarieee @tessasweet

(Originally the fic was planned for X-mas time, but then my dad passed away, so it got delayed)

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl fanfiction

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hobiebrownismygod · 4 months

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IMAGINE Having miles suprise you by crawling into your room invisible since you guys are long distance- aka live in other dimensions ugh I need to touch some grass

Bonus points if you have strict parents so he cuddles you invisible

Wait this is actually so cute I'm obsessed 😭 I want him so badly istg he seems like he'd be the perfect boyfriend

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It'd been approximately 4 weeks, 6 days, 7 hours and 57- no, 58 minutes since you'd last seen your boyfriend, Miles Morales. Not that you were counting or anything.

You missed him.

Having an S/O that lived in another dimension definitely had its consequences, with the two of you almost never getting to see each other. Even though you had watches and could travel to each other's homes whenever you wanted, the responsibility of being Spider-man came first, and because of that it made it difficult for the two of you to really make time to see each other.

Then of course, the two of you were also teenagers, forced to attend school and keep up good grades while also shouldering the weight of being literal superheroes. That kind of stuff took a toll on a person. In fact, this particular week had been hard, to the point where you just wanted to curl up in your bed and stare at the pictures of him you had on your phone, silently praying for a chance to see him again.

But you were busy. You had midterms. You had your extracurriculars. You didn't have time.

This particular evening, you'd just arrived home from a late after-school extracurricular and taken a shower, having sat down to start working on your homework for the night when you heard a quiet scratch of the window. You looked back over at the open curtains, seeing nothing. Weird.

But your spider-sense wasn't going off, which meant it was probably nothing. You shrugged to yourself before looking back down at your notes, clutching your forehead in frustration as you tried to grasp the concepts on the sheet of paper.

And then, you watched as a small, bright yellow sunflower drifted down from above you, falling perfectly in your lap. It took a second for you to process the sight before you looked back up, a wide smile spreading across your face. "Hey, sunshine."

"Miles!" You exclaimed as you watched him appear on the ceiling above you, invisibility wearing off. He jumped down, and you immediately jumped up and pulled him into a big hug, leaving the sunflower lying daintily on the floor. "Woah" he let out a soft gasp at how tightly you squeezed him. "I-I can't breathe-" he squeaked out, struggling in your unrelenting grasp.

"I missed you so much." you whispered under your breath, practically burying your face into the soft fabric covering his chest. "Missed you too." he replied softly, arms wrapping around your was it in response to your tight, but welcomed embrace. "You okay? You look tired."

"I'm great." You said, taking a slight step back, looking him up and down with a stupid grin on your face. "I haven't seen you in a while-you look great!" You cringed at your own words, realizing how awkward you seemed.

He chuckled under his breath, lightly smiling back at you, that golden retriever look of his plastered across his face. "You look beautiful as always." He sounded fairly awkward himself, but he was handling it better than you. He pulled you in a little slightly, gently pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead.

Suddenly, both your senses went off. Miles disappeared with a pop, right as your mom entered the room. "Were you talking to someone?" She asked confusedly, looking around. You stood in the middle of the room, hands pinned down to your sides. "No." You lied, giving her a fake smile. "Just studying."

She raised an eyebrow at you before slowly and cautiously closing the door behind her as she left. You let out a sigh of relief, right before you felt your arm being pulled back. Still invisible, Miles pulled you down onto the bed, arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you.

It was a strange sensation.

"This is so trippy..." you said under your breath. "Huh?" He asked confusedly.

"Nothing." you quickly replied, burying your face in his invisible neck, enjoying the feeling of his warmth spreading around you. "It's a little weird, but this is the easiest way for me to stay here without getting you caught." He laughed, pecking your cheek before leaning in to give you a real kiss, for the first time in a month. You returned it. "Weird is one word for it. But it doesn't matter." you said, shaking it off before snuggling into him.

"I'm just glad you're here."

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writingoddess1125 · 5 months

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Hockey AU Buggy

Hockey Buggy x GNReader

Fluffy Fluff Romance

Well Damn I come back with a writers block so bad not even a shotgun to the ass could blow it out! Anywho watched some TV and got this idea! Enjoy 💕

• Ah the Big Top Hockey Team- The best of the worse in Hockey.

• The Famed Center Clown Star of the Rink- Buggy.

• The Nickname coming from both his personality and the bright red nose he got from rosacea/cold

• Buggy is a notorious asshole to everyone- His long blue hair often poking out his helmet like little tuffs- often making him look ridiculous.

• He chews on his bright red mouth guard constantly and it looks like a permanent red smile shifting over his face when he sits out or is waiting.

• He and his team are lazy- but dirty players. Being the first to break out in fights and first to fuck up a play.

• Wouldn't be the first time Buggy punches someone in the back of the head and gets sat out for retaliation

• Missing a Tooth after a bad scuffle with the Red Hair Team a few years back so wears a clip in tooth to cover it.

• You were the journalist for the Hockey division- new and having to sit at almost every game in your area. This being no different as you sit with your laptop on your lap typing everything down. Not noticing you caught a certain centers eye-

• Buggy slows down right infront of you- Looking you up and down as he gave a wicked grin-

• "Ay! Haven't seen you here before gorgeous" Buggy chimes in, making you raise a brow at the man.

• "You're in a active game?-" You point out, gesturing to his team and the opposing team behind him currently fighting on the Rink while the poor ref tries to break it up.

• "They can wait- Your phone number however cant" He said with a grin- You laughing at his antics and shake your head.

• "Well, Seems like you're gonna have to wait- Cause you ain't getting it" You wink- Seeing his face freeze in both shock and interest at yohr rejection.

• Oh it Was On!

• Everytime you were at a game, so was Buggy. Either playing or not he would show up and shoot his shot at you.

• Each time you'd reject him. Some days he took it like a champ and others he would throw a bitch fit.

• However he didn't quit- even after a solid year he hadn't stopped. While you rejected him romantically it didn't mean you hadn't become good friends with him and his team.

• "I swear to God I'd be so good to you" He said, leaned against the wall. Dressed in his gear as his game was starting up soon. You smirk at this, not used to a more Eros form of remark.

• "Oh? Switching up the flirting Clown Boy?" You mused. However looking in his eyes you don't see lust like all the times before- No this was different.

• "I'd rub your feet good, Cook you dinner- make you fruit covered in chocolate. Just let me shoot my shot (Y/N) I promise"

• You stare at him surprised- A feeling of warmth hitting your face. "G-Go play. Your game is soon"

• He nods accepting what he felt was another rejection as he headed off to the rink.. Your heart seemingly skipping some beats.

• "I need your quote from the last game" You say, Seated in a Cafe so you could interview Buggy. However he was being difficult and turned facing away from you in the chair. "Which would be easier if you turned to face me"

• "Don't know about that- If I face you I may blow a hole through the table-" He deadpanned which made your eyes roll.

• "Well try-"

• "Alright but you look like that so don't be surprised if I look like I wanna be underneath you" He said with a smile, turning in his seat to take you in fully. A bright smile on his face-

• "Wow-" He said like he was blown away by you. "Quote- Now" You emphasize not wanting to fall into his new attempt at you.

• "I'll Honor you to the day I die- I Swear.. And you can quote that" He said with a bright smile, Winking at you and staring with only love in his eye.

• This continued for a week- And in truth your resolve was starting to break. It wasn't just flirting anymore but true interest in you and desire.

• It was getting harder and harder to reject him.. Maybe you liked his red nose, his blue hair or the way he giggled.

• However it wasn't till the first game of the new season that things changed. He had come to you with roses this time and his jersey.

• This was the most that people had ever showed up for a Big Top Game and it showed by how clean the team seemed for once. Including Buggy-

• His hair in a ponytail as he held the items out to you, stopping the flow of his team going on the Rink just for this.

• "Buggy what are you-" He cut you off with a desperate look in his eyes.

• "One chance- Give me a Moment and I swear, I'll make it last a lifetime"

• You stare at him, smiling as held put the jersey to you and flowers to you. A grin on his face as you shake your head with a chuckle, taking the gifts from him.

• His face lit up like you'd given him a million dollars and a blow job.

• "You get one moment- Make it count"

• That night you'd seen he had actually tried- putting out the best plays you'd ever seen and winning the game that night for the first time.

• The whole time he was staring at you as well

• Seemed all he really needed was that chance-

#x reader #one piece #one peice x reader #one peice live action #buggy one piece #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader

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zerogutzz · 8 months

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yeah im going all in

Bunch of insane lore rambles under the cut LMFAO

During the GOLB invasion, the veil between worlds became it's THINNEST. The world Max came from already had dimensional rift problems, it's the very things she was set out to study along with whatever happened to come out of them.

As we all know, Sadness attracts Madness, never did Max think that a rift would pull her in. A good 12-15 years is where she ended up getting spat back out after GOLB fused with Betty and fucked off.

She was lost for 3 months. Zero human contact. Only dangers and monsters and the occasional talking animal to point her to the human city.

She DOES eventually end up making it, stumbling on to the small ferry and falling flat in to the city. These citizens were humans, yes, but Golb knows that these aren't the same humans she's used to. They're all strange, wear strange clothes, and say strange phrases she only barely understands. You can imagine the wave of astonishment and relief she felt coming up on a giant sign that read "20TH CENTURY MAN IN HIS NATURAL HABITAT"

She's from the 22nd century, but goddamn if it wasn't close enough.

Following the curious crowd, an older gentleman stood in a dollhouse-like enclosure that mimicked that of an old fashioned home, decorated in familiar items and décor. The future-humans took their turns asking very.. Dumb. Questions. Most of the time repeating the same one in different ways. For some reason they're very focused on the different lamps. It was increasingly obvious that the gentleman acting as the 20th century man was just about ready to lose it if another comment was made about how light 'bulbs' are supposed to be pronounced light 'balls.'

"Excuse me." Max spoke up over the crowd. Simon glanced over at her from between his pinched nose bridge, pausing. It looked almost as if his shoulders relaxed. The way Max presented herself was something he hasn't seen in a very, very, very long time. Familiar clothes, cadence, and energy. "Could I talk to you, um, whenever you're done touring your.. Museum." Max asked. She was trying her very best not to make it sound urgent, despite the desperation she felt in her chest. "Oh, no, yes of course." Simon stumbled over his answer, nodding quickly. "We could talk now, if you'd like. It wouldn't hurt to close early."

The other people in group either huffed, rolled their eyes, or wandered off at the suggestion. Simon rubbed at the back of his neck, motioning Max to come inside. "Walls down." There was brief confusion, but it subsided as soon as the walls to the enclosure closed down like garage doors. Simon sighed heavily, turning to the new face in town with a tired smile. "What was it that you wanted to talk about, miss..?"

"Maxine Stronghold." Habit took over, flashing her detective badge and pocketing it in a single motion. That put the man on edge, his smile faltering. "Ah, you're not in trouble. That.. Sorry. Old habit. I was actually just here to ask if you actually were from the 20th century?" He perked back up. "Wha, why, yes. Are you not familiar with- Oh, my goodness I never actually introduced myself." Max's thick brow quirked up at him, his hand extending to her form. "Simon Petrikov. I, ah, used to be the Ice King. Difficult to imagine, I know, but rest assured-"

The increasingly confused look on the woman's face brought him to a stop. "... Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

"No." She answered slowly. "I just .. Um. I don't know where I am. Or how I got here. Or how there are wizards and talking food. I haven't had any genuine human contact in months. I was kind of hoping you'd be able to help me."

A moment of silence befell the two of them. A growing realization creeped on to Simon's face, putting his hand over his mouth and mumbling, "Oh my God." before putting a hand on her shoulder to have her sit down.

"Tell me everything."

#yeah okay so bacsically #so #arhe #aheruehha #simon petrikov #max #adventure time #fionna and cake #zerogutzz art

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specialagentlokitty · 6 months

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Elrond x teen!reader - safe with us

Hiii! I haven't been active in so longgg it's painful to think about BUTTT I'm here with like some many ideas for requests!!! Could you maybe write an parental elrond x human child (if it's fem I would appreciate it!) in WICH reader was traveling with their fam but got attacked by orcs or sumting and she was told to run, she either a) stumbled upon a patrol of Rivendell or b) something else that led her to Rivendell and can we see soft elrond with her, better yet soft ELVES with her AWWWWWWWWWWW how CUTEEE (ignoring the whole slaughter part ofc) Like she's basically adopted by all the elves of Rivendell. - @hai-kbai 💜

You had been running for god knows how long, your legs hurt, and you were tired, and hurting from the numerous falls you had taken.

But you felt like you couldn’t stop running, you were scared if you stopped then they would find you, that they would get you as well.

So you kept going, right up until you ran into a small group of what appeared to be maybe guards or warriors.

They all looked at you and you screamed, scrambling to hide between some rocks that you could only just fit between.

You heard some quiet talking, and slowly somebody came over.

“Please do not be scared, we mean you no harm. Are you lost?”

You said nothing, and the elf nodded slightly, rummaging through his bag before holding something out to you.

“Hungry perhaps? it’s good. One small bite will fill you.”

You refused to take the food and he sighed, putting it away as he began to talk to him comrades.

While they were talking, you stayed hidden up until the point you heard a noise that sounded a lot like orcs.

Rushing out from your hiding spot, you ran to the elf and stood in front of him, hiding yourself in the group.

“We must go.”

They all got on their horses and the one you had hid behind helped you on to his horses before climbing on and rushing away.

You didn’t want to go with them, but between orcs and elves, they were the safest option.

They had horses and would be faster.

Exhaustion soon took over you, and you fell asleep.

Of course the elf behind you knew you were asleep, but he made no motion to wake you up, neither did the others.

They just carried on their journey back to Rivendell where the sounds of movement made you wake up.

You snapped your head up and looked around, jumping down from the horse and backing away in fear.

“You appear to have brought a guest.”

“We found her alone and scared.” The man replied.

The other elf nodded.

You carefully studied him, he had a friendly face, with a small smile as he looked at you, and he was wearing the most elegant clothes you had ever seen.

“I am Lord Elrond, of Rivendell. Do you have a name?”

You said nothing.

“You’re scared, I understand. But you needn’t be afraid, we mean you no harm, we wish to help you if you will let us.”

You glanced around, and you turned back to him.

“How about a bath, some food and a clean change of clothing?”

You slowly nodded your head.

So they got everything ready for you, and you bathed in peace, only letting out a small hiss as hot water touched the scratched and cuts in your skin.

When you were done you changed into the elegant Elyan clothing you were given, and began to wonder around.

Bare feet padding along the floor, you looked into other rooms, poking and looking at things as you passed.

“Hello, Lord Elrond has requested you to come have something to eat.”

You turned to face the new elf.

He smiled at you, bowing his head a little.

“I’m Lindir.”

He stood up.

“Will you come?”

You nodded and followed him to a grand dining hall, and he showed you a seat next to Elrond and you looked at the food in front of you.

“Whatever you want to eat, you can.”

You looked at him then back to the food, and you glanced at his plate as he ate his dinner.

He saw you looked and smiled to himself, taking your plate, he replaced it with his own, and set your plate in front of him.

You began to pick at the food he was eating, knowing that if he was eating it then it was fine for you to eat.

Elrond smiled softly at you.

“Do you mind if I have a look at your arm after? That looks rather deep and painful.”

You looked at your arm.

“What happened to it?” He asked.

“I fell…”

He nodded his head.

“I see, well, we all fall sometimes. It is nothing we can’t fix.”

Elrond could tell you had been through a lot, so he never pushed you into telling him what had happened.

They simply made you feel at home, with your own room, food you liked, they had even began to teach you their language and games.

Everybody loved you.

“Be care when you go.” Elrond said.

“I’ll be okay!”

You swatted his hands away and he smiled at you.

“I know, I just worry the young elves forget you are not as strong as they are.”

“I’m strong!” You huffed.

He sighed a little, nodding his head.

“I know, just go have fun. And be safe.”

You smiled at him.

“Thank you.”

With that you ran off, waving to everybody you had passed.

They all knew you by name now, the human who lived with elves.

They loved you, and you were part of Rivendell.

You brought them joy and adventures and just the right amount of mischief to make any boring day a little better.

You were still healing over whatever had happened to your family and Elrond could see that in the nights you didn’t sleep, or the days you wouldn’t talk.

But he hoped maybe you could open yourself to Rivendell as your home and realise you never had to leave

#the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x you #the hobbit x y/n #Elrond #Elrond x reader #Elrond x you #Elrond imagine

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l0sercat · 8 months

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To the lovely anon who sent this idea I present to you...

Spider!reader flirting with Johnathan Ohnn

You were doing your usual routine. Check around the city to make sure no suspicious activity was going on and then stop by a gas station to get something to munch on.

When it seemed like almost all of the city was clear and crime was put to rest for the moment you stopped by the closest gas station. You walked inside and decide to grab a slice of pizza. Then you heard a bunch of racket coming from the back.

Your spider senses tingled like something bad was about to happen. You readied yourself and crept closer to the noise. When you looked down the aisle the sight made you stop in your tracks.

There was a man trying to get an ATM in a black hole. You snorted and a smile graced your lips. "Hey there handsome what are you trying to do?" You say and lean on the shelf. He immediately jumps and turns around. You can see what he looks like more clearly now. He is all white with black spots everywhere, there is a big black one in the center of his face. It seems to shrink and it hides behind the sunglasses he is wearing.

"So do you have a name love?" You say and glance at him up and down. He seems nervous by the way his hands fidget. He stammers before speaking "I am the Spot" he takes off the sunglasses and jacket revealing all of himself.

You bite your cheek to contain your laugh. You stay quiet for a while making him grow anxious. "Oh? And how'd you turn out like this hun? If it was a mad scientist please point me the way to where they are so I can thank them for making you look so cute" you stand up fully and walk closer.

"Y'know just cause you look like that doesn't mean you have to be a villain cutie. You can get a regular job I've seen it happen" The Spot stays quiet for a while and stared at you. It seems all the nicknames are still processing in his mind. He clears his throat and if he could blush he'd be red as blood.

He awkwardly rings his hands together and stands up fully. "I am the Spot and you will take me serious" he tries to make his voice a little deeper and louder but fails miserably. You let out a short laugh and cover you mouth with your hand. You place hand on your hip and tilt your head to the side a bit. "Ok ok handsome whatever you want.." you purr the last part

You then shoot webs at him but he quickly opens a hole and falls through. The webs land on the wall and you see him behind you. "Aww I missed" you turn around and shoot at him again but runs out and opens up another hole. You watching in amusement as he struggles.

You sling around and watch ashe tires to escape but you keep catching up. "You need some help love? Y'know not to brag but I haven't had any complaints" He stutters and falls through the black hole and lands on a rooftop. You sling over and land on top right next to him. He struggles to get up and you web his hands and legs down.

"You look so much better like this all helpless and pathetic really gets someone going" you lightly thrust your hips "But I won't do anything you don't want of course" you look down at his still form. "You babe?" You ask and he seems to be speechless. "Well Ill leave you here for the authorities to get. Call me if you need some stress relief" you wink and jump off the roof and continue doing your regular duties. Leaving poor Jonathan flustered and confused and a little horny.

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jinisnuggets · 13 days

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Thanks to the anon who rquested the doyoung smut 🥵🥵🥵 and thankyou for writing it 💖💕💗💜💖🖤❤️ now I can never get enough of doyoung Arggghh!!! can you make another one for doyoung but this time he's the dom 😩

𝑨 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑴𝒆

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ˣ ᶠᵉᵐ! ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁵ᵏ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ˢᵐᵘᵗ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ, ˢᵘᵍᵍᵉˢ��ⁱᵛᵉ, ᵘⁿᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ, ᵘⁿᵖʳᵒᵗᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵉˣ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ᵂʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˢᵏᵉᵈ ᴰᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱᵐ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ˡⁱᵗᵉʳᵃˡˡʸ, ᵗʰⁱᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᶜᵏ ᵈᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ, ᵉⁿᵈˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᶜˡⁱᶠᶠ ʰᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ..?

ᴬ/ᴺ: ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰⁱˢ, ᴵ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ, ᵗʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᵒʳ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉ 🙏

You were at dinner with your boyfriend Doyoung, it was a special occasion since it was your 4th anniversary as a couple and you were glad that you both had made it so far since the beginning.

“Cheers!” You both said at the same time as you took a sip of the wine that intertwined in your fingers. Neither of you were big drinkers, but tonight was an exception and you figured one glass wouldn't hurt.

“Four years huh?” you muttered, leaning against the table with the wine in your grip, your long black dress brushing against the floor as he responded.

“Crazy how fast time flies. It feels like just yesterday since I was looking at you from afar and only ever had fantasies of dating you.” He chuckled a bit, recalling the old times, rolling your eyes, you slightly hit his leg with your heel as he let out a dramatic cry.

“That did not hurt!”

“It did a little!”

“I barely hit you!?”

At that point he was just teasing you. Every anniversary he took you out to a fancy dinner date, making you go in search of a brand new dress every year upon the mention of it. You loved seeing Doyoung wear a suit, looking tidy and professional, it was one of your favorite sights and made you think of Doyoung as something more than just your boyfriend.

And sometimes, it felt that way too…

So when you left the restaurant and walked over to the familiar car in the parking lot, you only thought of Doyoung as something more like your husband, although you both were still young it felt about right to refer to him with that title rather than boyfriend.

“I'm full-” Doyoung muttered, letting out a sigh after buckling his seatbelt and leaning back on his chair.

“Me too, I think we ate too much…” you chuckled, too tired to reach out to find your own seatbelt. Silence filled the car until he ultimately came near the steering wheel and turned on the air conditioner, you picked at your belt until you heard the familiar click.

“Do you wanna stop by a lookout before I drop you off? I think it'd be nice to catch up a bit before heading home.” He asked you, looking at you with the most heartwarming smile despite the darkness of the barely illuminating moon. “I think that'd be nice, to get to know some new sides of you that you possibly haven't shown me yet.” you smiled back, before glancing back at the window and leaning against the shoulder rest.

“I don't think there's anything you haven't seen of me.” Doyoung replied, taking his view away from you and looking upfront to the road.

“There must be something, I wanna get to know a new Doyoung tonight, I think you could show me one.”

He stayed silent, unsure of what to respond with, he didn't know whether your sentence had some sort of suggestiveness or whether it was a fully innocent comment, nevertheless, he only had one thing in mind, one singular side of himself that he couldn't recall ever showing you.

And well… maybe tonight would be the day he'd meet a new side to himself as well.

—————

You arrived at the empty sight and kept yourself awake, slowly drooping your head over to the side before picking it up again.

“Hey, you said you wanted to see a new side of me, don't fall asleep now.” Doyoung teased, you heard the driver side door open, it was when you finally lifted your head and turned to face Doyoung’s side of the car, noticing him open the back seat door before sitting down.

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Come, I think it'd be better to talk like this, we'd be more comfortable along with being more available to physical touch.”

He was right, you didn't wanna fall asleep on the day that was supposed to be special for the both of you, so you opened the passenger side door and brought yourself to the back, sitting down next to your boyfriend who rushed you into a hug.

“What was that for..?” You giggle lightly, not trying to make so much noise in the quiet setting, the low music playing in the background really helped set the tone, quiet, and relaxed music was perfect for something like this, not to mention the beautiful scenery.

“Just wanted to hug you.” He responded.

You nodded and hugged him back, feeling his arm tug on your dress strap lightly, enough to make it slide off your shoulder and onto your arm.

“I'm sorry for keeping you for so long, you probably wanna get home and take off this dress. I bet it's uncomfortable.”

“I can always make time for you.” You sighed, responding to his comment. You truthfully enjoyed every moment you got to spend with Doyoung, so despite the tight dress somewhat cutting your oxygen levels, you wanted to make sure that he knew you didn't mind spending more time with him and to not feel guilty.

And you weren't sure if he got the message… or got it the wrong way.

Both of your dress straps slipped off of your shoulders, replaced by the feeling of two hands rubbing against your back and pulling you closer.

Before you knew it you were sitting on his lap, the familiar lips that normally made contact with your own now sucking onto your right collarbone. Doyoung transferred messages and signals through those few seconds that his lips came in contact with your body, however you weren't sure if you read his messages correctly or if you were just fantasizing.

Because the only sentence you received were those seven words, followed by the next seven words, and your suspicions were only confirmed when he muttered-

“I want more than what we have.”

Groans escaped from your mouth as he passionately kissed you, more aggressive than you were used to, your eyes were shut as you felt your dress be lifted and expose your undergarments, he rubbed you, massaged and made sure to make you feel good.

“And you're gonna give it to me…”

“Doyoung - calm down please, I didn't mean this when I said I wanted to see another side of you..! Isn't this too fast?”

“I've waited four years Y/n…”

He silenced you with another kiss, biting your bottom lip and beginning to ask for your permission to enter. You granted it but he quickly overpowered you with his tongue, making you let out a cycle of moans.

“So wet for me already, keep doing that and I'll make you feel better.”

“Doyoung… let's not do this please-”

“Come on Y/n- you know you want this just as much as I do…”

His hand traveled under your undergarment, beginning to finger you, opening you up more and making room for himself.

“Doyoung - if we're gonna do this, at least expose yourself to me too… this is unfair and embarrassing..”

“Patience, love.. patience…”

It was a funny statement, how could you be patient in a situation like this? How could you be calm in this situation when every little move he pulled on you just made you wetter than you already were, and it was quite humiliating.

Your back touched the bottom of the cushion, as he slowly topped you. His features came into light as the moon reflected its light onto his face… that pure stare that you used to look at and think as innocent, you couldn't believe someone like Doyoung had been fantasizing about something like this for as long as four years.

His fingers rubbed against you as your zipper slowly came undone, back becoming exposed and sleeves rolling off your arms.

It was truly relieving to have the dress off, you had been so focused on looking good for the date that you forgot about the basic rules, you let out a breath of relief, feeling better upon the feeling of the fabric lifting up from your skin and sliding off your body.

“You don't need to wear these things to look pretty… you already are gorgeous to me, so please don't wear anything that makes something so simple like breathing difficult. You could show up in your pajamas and I'd still be kneeling down and stuttering over my sentences by your beauty.”

He brought his hand down to his pants, taking his belt off of his waist and pulling down his zipper, exposing his hardened dick that did nothing but twitch upon the feeling of fresh air brushing against it.

“You arouse me so much, you have no idea what you do to me…”

He pulled his boxer off of his dick, making it slam against his torso, and although it was dark, you could tell he was thick, his girth was impressive and it made your heart flutter. Making you more excited for the upcoming activities.

“You're excited all of a sudden, are you sure you can handle it?”

“Don't tease me, I can only try..”

He smirked, his gaze only shifting down as he lined himself up with you, putting his tip against your wet entrance and pushing it in and out of you while still staying at your surface.

“I like that answer.”

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honeybrowne · 1 year

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Day 1: First Date

AARON HOTCHNER X READER [1.4k]

Content: Sooo much fluff (obvi); first kiss :)

Summary: After numerous failed attempts at finding the right time for a first date, Aaron decides an impromptu one is better than none.

Author's Note: Fluffy February has officially begun! Twirling my hair and kicking my feet i've never wanted to be reader so bad :,(

Masterlist || FF Masterlist

For the last couple of months, you and Aaron have been trying to make plans for a first date, but it always falls through.

His work schedule is hectic and unpredictable, and he's a single father, which means he doesn't have a lot of time for a social life.

You had met at a coffee shop one morning, only because he bumped into you while being distracted by a phone call, spilling your iced coffee all over your white sweater. He had apologized profusely, and his face turned so red you felt guilty for something that wasn't even your fault.

Of course, it wasn't a big deal because it was an accident, and the next time he had seen you at the same coffee shop, he paid for your drink and you gave him your phone number.

You didn't anticipate him to ever use it. Truthfully, you don't even know why you gave it to him in the first place. Sure, he was attractive and polite, but he never made any advances towards you. He had hardly held a conversation as you stood together, waiting for your respective orders to be made.

You hadn't even known his name.

Surprisingly, his text came as you were getting home from work that same day—short, sweet, and to the point: How much do I owe you for the sweater?

Since then, you've been constantly messaging back and forth, talking late into the night when neither of you can sleep, and sometimes falling asleep on the phone together because neither of you want to be the one to hang up. It feels like you're in high school all over again, and there's something about that that makes you smile almost as uncontrollably as he does.

Despite all of that, you haven't spent more than ten minutes with each other in person.

Maybe you're crazy, but you've been okay with that, for the most part. While you'd love to see him for longer and actually have that first date you've desperately been trying to plan, you know where his priorities lie and you'd never want him to change them for someone who just entered his life.

You have no idea where this is headed, but you know for certain that you like him. A lot.

He's funnier than you imagined and has only become sweeter the more you get to know him. He likes to cook even though he doesn't think he's very good at it, loves baking with his son even more, he's a huge fan of The Beatles, and prefers staying in rather than going out.

Everything about him gives you butterflies, and you can't remember the last time someone has made you feel the way he does.

You're currently checking your phone what feels like every five seconds—probably because it is—aware that now is usually the time he gets a break while working. Part of you feels a bit disappointed when thirty minutes passes, but you've known this would always be a possibility. Things happen and he's important. You can handle waiting a bit longer.

The text or call never does come, but a knock at your door does.

It's not an unreasonable hour, however, it is late enough that you're confused by someone being at your door. You aren't expecting any company, and you certainly aren't dressed for any considering you're wearing pajamas and fluffy socks.

The man you have coffee with when you happen to run into each other and spend the majority of your day thinking about is standing right in front of you.

With flowers.

Never in your life have you been so thrilled for unexpected company.

"Aaron," you gasp. "What are you doing here?"

He smiles, something you've wished you could see more often. "I was hoping for more of a hello, or maybe even a hug?"

You take the flowers from him before hugging him tight, not wanting to risk crushing the beautiful bouquet in the process.

He smells delightful, the scent warm and spicy. You take a deep breath, already adoring the way his arms feel wrapped securely around your waist.

"Hi," you whisper, reluctantly pulling away. "Thank you for these, they're beautiful."

"Of course. I'm sorry I'm showing up unannounced; I wanted to surprise you."

It's then that you remember what you're wearing and immediately feel your body warm with embarrassment. "No, it's okay. I'm happy you're here, but I feel bad I'm not more presentable."

"I think you're more presentable now than I've ever seen you," he teases.

"Shut up," you laugh. "Come in, please."

Aaron follows you inside, and you set the flowers up in a vase. Your heart can't help but swell seeing the pink carnations sitting on the middle of the kitchen table.

No one's ever gotten you flowers before.

You had been so distracted by them that you hadn't even noticed the bag of takeout in his hand. It's from the place you told him you liked, and you have a feeling he even remembered which dish was your favorite.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water is fine, but I want to talk to you a bit before we eat—if you're even hungry… I should've asked first."

You've already eaten, but he doesn't need to know that.

"That would've ruined the surprise," you smile, "but that sounds perfect."

You feel your pulse quicken as he sets the takeout down and steps closer to you, pausing when he doesn't know whether to keep his hands to himself or pull you to him.

Considering you haven't seen each other in person very much, neither of you has had the chance to be physically affectionate. You've flirted back and forth a few times, and a pet name has slipped from him once, but that's as far as anything has gotten. You know you both enjoy the other's company in any way you can have it, but this is all new.

Very new.

It doesn't help that Aaron hasn't been in a relationship in a long time, and you're somewhat inexperienced. Neither of you are the type to date around and prefer things that are more serious rather than casual.

You both want exclusivity and commitment.

"How was your trip?" you ask, taking the initiative and wrapping your arms around him.

He sighs, and it almost sounds like one of relief. "It wasn't bad but it wasn't necessarily good either," he shrugs.

"What made you decide to come here?"

"Well, as much as I enjoy our phone calls, I really wanted to see you tonight instead," he confesses. "I was thinking we could watch a movie if you're in the mood for it."

"Absolutely I am," you promise, holding him tighter.

His body feels so warm, and he looks unbelievably handsome with his hair slightly disheveled. You want to kiss him—you have for a while, but you've never had the chance to. He seems to feel the same way, his eyes flicking back and forth between yours and your lips.

"Good. I promise I'll take you on a real first date one day." He leans in as he speaks, his hands rubbing your lower back.

"I don't know about you, but takeout and a movie with you sounds like the perfect first date to me."

Aaron smiles, cupping your cheek gently. "I'm glad you think so."

You start to stand on your toes to make up for the height difference, and he meets you halfway by leaning even further, his mouth so close to yours you can feel his breath. He's the one who bridges the gap, touching his lips to yours so delicately you think he hasn't completely made up his mind about kissing you yet.

He backs away ever so slightly, just enough to look at your face, and he can see your pout.

"What?"

There's a bit of nervousness hidden behind the playfulness in his voice, and you have every intention of letting him know exactly what you want.

You bring him in for another kiss, fingers curling into his hair at the back of his head. The arm he has around you brings you impossibly closer to him, his thumb rubbing along your cheekbone. It's perfect, and you feel like you could explode as he kisses you harder, his nose pressing into your cheek.

Neither of you wants to pull away, but breathing takes precedence. You almost feel lightheaded, completely in a daze as you look at him.

"Didn't know you were the type to kiss on the first date."

You laugh, feeling euphoric in every sense of the word. "I didn't think you were either."

He chuckles softly and leans in again. "I guess we're both each other's exception."

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rustytrident · 1 year

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hey, you! yes, you! listen up. since the demon bros (minus satan) were angels, does that mean that their true demon form is different than other demons' true demon forms?

because hear me out. we have never seen any of their truest forms – or, the non humanoid to some extent, demon forms – so it could be anything, right? and while i adore the idea that they look like their familiars when completely turned, i can't help but think that maybe they look a bit more,,, angelic? in a sense?

according to the bible (and the very much needed "fear not" from every angel ever), true angel forms are terrifying. absolutely monstrous in a sense, they make humans still in their spots, run, look away. they make you want to not look, because looks don't matter. it's the message they bear that is of importance (and whatever the fuck else they represent, i never cared enough to look into the old testament).

demons, on the other hand – they're supposed to be the exact opposite, right? true demon form must, by its association to true angelic form and the relationship of angels and demons as a whole, make you want to look at the being in front of you with everything you have left in you. i mean, it's canon that demons practice seductive speech and aren't against seducing humans into pretty much anything, so demon forms must be analogous to the needs and practices of a demon, right? so, they make you want to look, no matter how monstrous they are, right?

kinda like a moth to the flame. right?

the brothers, however, already had a true form – they had their angelic form as former angels and residents of the celestial realm! then, when they fell, did it go away? or did it merge with their true demon form they acquired upon their fall?

i say it's the latter. and not because of anything else other than the fact that this is my internal world of fictional demon men and i will imagine it as i please, but for the sake of proving my point, i will now (hopefully) convince you that I'm right!

let's take lucifer for exaple:

creds for the images to the obey me wiki

starting from his head, we can see that his halo has been replaced by horns; expected, boring, cliche – NEXT! his collar is the same, turtleneck with some extravagant outer jacket (cape??) collar around it. now that's what I'm talking about! his shoulders are accessorised by golden feathers in both forms, and his wings are the same, just smaller (and i think it's clarified why somewhere in the game but i won't say anything just in case i made that up too). he has something gold and loosely hanging on his right hip in both pictures while his jacket (cape??) remains long and flowy.

and you'll probably say "well, user rustytrident, that's just one brother off the bunch. you haven't proven shit" and i will reply "I'm too lazy to go into every brother, but I'll delve into asmo just for you" and send you a flying kiss.

why asmo, you may ask? well, because asmo is the avatar of lust. if anything, his form would be the most different one appearance wise, since the beauty standards must be very different between realms; on the one up above, you need to wear more. show your part in the kingdom of the skies, the reign of god, united with your brothers and sisters in every way. on the one down below, you're nothing but damned. you need to show your individual colours, what exactly you are because that shows your heritage and position, and that saves your ass from death, on most occasions.

so here is asmo:

creds for the images go, again, to the obey me wiki

he's completely different, right? absolutely changed, his big, full of movement outfit replaced by skin tight clothes with completely different textures and compositions. and if you thought that, you're absolutely right. only, i can't read. so this sign can't stop me.

again, horns and halo blah blah we get it. collar is the same. turtle neck, again, with the cut off shoulders on both outfits. the little gold thing he has wrapping around him in his angel outfit has transformed into a symbol of his familiars – both starting from the right shoulder and going down to his waist. his wrists have accessories on them and he has tried to retain some of the movement in his demon form by mimicking the tail of a scorpion. would it be me reaching if i said that the gold thing around his left leg on the first image (what even IS that) has been replaced by the little belt strap pant leg thing on his right leg in the second pic? probably. but i said it anyway :)).

so where did that lead us? why are we even here? in the rare case that anything i just told you counts as "evidence", it wouldn't prove anything, anyway. you can believe what you want, and i will do the same, and we will continue our lives following the same principles we have been following for years, so why are we both here, right now?

well, dear friend, wise people often say it is not the destination that matters, but the journey and the friendships you form during it. you listened to me ramble about demon men in a video game, and i, in return, kept you company on your lonesome travels. i think that's the start of a wonderful friendship, don't you think?

as my gift to you before i leave, i will, if you allow me to, conclude my thoughts. true demon form, in the brothers' case, must bear some sort of similarity to their true angel form. i don't believe it's some sexier, leather-ier, skin tight-ier version of true angel, but rather the combination of what was and what would be. if they were humans that got turned into demons then yes, this theory wouldn't work out, but the pure psychedelia their true angel form carries with it is enough to stain their true demon form's allure.

so, when the demon bros get angry, upset, when they release themselves from the chains of the homo sapien and allow the form of the pure power that flows inside them to take over – would anyone be able to handle it? unless you, yourself, are extremely powerful, chances are that no, you wouldn't be able to.

and it's not because they would strike you down, thus ending your existence once and for all that you would die, oh no. it's because your being, no matter your nature or the realm you come from, wouldn't be able to handle the sight before you. two voices will be screaming inside you: one asking to run back and the other to run forward – until you're perfectly still, unmoving, simply looking at the creature standing in front of you. it's their pure nature that would end you, just their existence and nothing else. the voices in your head will only stop when your heart gives out, and, trust me, it would do so very soon.

the only one who doesn't have that element about him is satan. isn't it ironic, how the avatar of the most violent sin's true demon form looks like nothing short of the safest haven you've seen (compared to his brothers, always)? it's no coincidence that his familiars are unicorns. ever wondered why?

huuu, that was a lot, huh? you doing alright? I'm done talking, so you can continue your journey, don't you worry. if you have any questions or want to come back and convince me otherwise, i would love to have you again. till then, i will await for another visit of yours, with a cup of tea. what do you say?

be careful on your travels, and good luck.

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justwonder113 · 2 years

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had to make another one where we make our beloved haikyuu boys flustered. the credit goes to our adorable anonymous reader who gave me this idea. I'm so so sorry it took me literally months to write it. I feel really bad I just had the worst writer's block and couldn't really write anything.I really hope this one was worth it🙏❤️❤️

This part will only include Tsukishima tho but I'm thinking of making this series👀

You telling the boys that you bought the dress only for them to take it off off you

Includes: Tsukishima Kei

WARNING: Suggestive, fluff, reader is bold as always, reader wears dress and make-up. Please notify me if I missed anything else ^^

Tsukishima Kei

You were feeling beyond proud of yourself. You had come up with the perfect plan to surprise your boyfriend and you were sure he would absolutely love it

He had been on edge for a while, the things at work weren't going all well and it was taking it's toll on him. He was more snappy and overall on edge, not to say how exhausted he was. He barely managed to take care of himself. You tried your best to support him, you gave him his space when you knew he needed it and comforted him with best of your ablities when you knew he needed you, but you didn't feel like it was enough.

Now that you knew that he got through with this problems you wanted to surprise him. You even took a day off on work just so that everything could be perfect.

The house was spotless clean, you ordered his favorite meal and his favorite desserts, you also bought some nice scented candles and lit them both in the living and bathroom while you dimmed the other lights. You also brought out few of the nicest blankets but you were sure you wouldn't use them beause of the surprise you were hiding underneath your nice robe.

Soon enough you heard the sound of keys and after click of the door. You checked for your lipstick for the last time and went to greet him.

"How's my tired boy?" You asked before giving him a soft peck. Kei wrapped his hands around you and hid his nose in the croock of your neck and just stayed there for a fewseconds, as if your scent helped him relax. He made an inaudible noice just to point at you how tired he has. The corners of your mouth lifted up in a soft smile, you took his hand and started to lead him, "come on pretty boy lt's have dinner. I ordered your favorites." He squeezed your hand and let you lead him. You pointed to his chair and then sat across him.

The dinner was peacefull, Kei told you everything that had been going on at the museum and you listened carefully, adding commnents then and there.

After a while you told him to go take a bath while you took care of dishes.

He must have been really touchstarved because he didn't take his time at the bath like usual and almost immediately came to you. You absolutely loved it when he became clingy like that.

He leaned in his whole weight on you and made you fall on the sofa, his head on your chest causing you to giggle.

"Thanks for being understanding, it must have been hard for you," he mumbled against your chest after a few minutes of just laying there with you scratching his scalp and softly placed a kiss on your cleavage, "I feel like I haven't been with you for ages." You smiled softly at him, it was a rare sight to see him talk about his feelings like that.

"Don't worry darling I know how hectic work can get, I'm more concerned about your health.Yes work is important but you can't forget about your health" You pecked his forehead, he hummed, "Yeah you're right."

You chuckled, "of course I am" which made him roll his eyes. He straightened up and you got up, your robe slipped a little revealing a foreign cloth Kei hadn't seen. He eyed your cleavage carefully making you raise your eyebrow.

"Find something interesting?" He scoffed at you.

"Is it new? What did you get?" He suddenly got curious about provocative clothes, your smirk got wider as you got up, his curious eyes following you carefully.

"Just got something to surprise my boyfriend you know." You carefully started to strip off the robe only to reveal most sinful dress you had ever owned. When you saw it first you immediately knew it would make his mouth water so you just had to get it! You had been waiting for an occasion to wear it for ages! It was in your favourtite color too! Hugging all the curves and defining them this well... You knew he already had trouble holding himself back by the way he watched you like a hawk. You slowly made your way to him and slowly straddled his lap, "I really hope you're up to some " You leaned in to whisper in his ear, while his hands slowly slid from your legs to your hips "fun, bacause I only bought this dress just so that you could take it off of me," you purred.

"God you're going to be death of me!" He said and immediatelly flipped you over so that he was above you and smashed his lips against yours, his hands already starting to travel your body, his tiredness just like that thrown out the window. Let's just say none of you slept that night.

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cy-cyborg · 8 months

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So I sent you an ask before your tumblr got deleted and I’m assuming the ask got deleted too. Basically, when I was watching Nimona I thought Ballistar got his prosthetic too quickly after his amputation. But I don’t actually know how long it takes for an amputation to heal, or to build up the strength needed to use a prosthetic. Also I would have liked to see him learn to use his prosthetic instead of using it perfectly from the beginning. But I’m not an amputee. Are my impressions of this accurate?

Yeah, I'm really sorry about that (also that it took me a little while to answer this time too!), I'm pretty sure my answer was actually the next post in my queue 😅.

So I haven't seen Nimona (I really want to, but I don't currently have Netflix lol) so I can only answer generally, but the healing time is different depending on what you mean by healed. If you mean just the wound healing, that takes a few weeks, usually 2-4 weeks. If you mean able to wear a prosthetic, for leg amps, that's usually 6-8 weeks, but I think it might be shorter for arm amputees since they aren't weight bearing through their stumps. Im not 100% sure, though. To fully heal (the swelling in the stump goes down, general pain settles, etc) can take a year or more, but most people will be back to their normal lives long before that, though. As for building up strength to use the prosthetic, that's really variable. Some people take to their prosthetics REALLY quickly, others take a while. The type of amputation is a big factor, but lots of other little things go into it too. Ballistar is an above-elbow amputee right? As I understand it, those kinds of prosthetics are quite difficult to use, both due to the strength needed and due to them not being super intuitive.

In saying all this though, unless its a focal point of the story or its a very grounded/realistic setting, I'm personally pretty lenient with most sci-fi/fantasy in this regards. We definatly need more media - even fantasy and sci-fi that shows that side of being an amputee or at least puts in effort to acknowledge it, but I think stories that lean a bit more into the fantasy side of things have their place too, especially in stories like Nimona where the focus seems to be elsewhere. This isn't to say you shouldn't try to include the realistic rep where you can, but you have to find a balance between realism and the tone your story has. Some stories really would benefit from the more grounded/realistic depictions that show everything, others might only need a brief mention. It depends on the story, and it's really hard to say where Nimona lies on that spectrum without having actually seen it, but from the little I have seen, I feel like it falls on the "brief mention" side of things since it already has so much going on.

I'm going to use How to Train Your Dragon as an example of what I'm trying to say, just becuase I know the first movie got a lot of critisism from amputees for having hiccup literally get up and start walking the moment he woke up after loosing his leg, but I think it lands in a similar area of the spectrum I'm talking about. HTTYD is one of those movies where having the more realistic approach wouldn't have really fit with the tone or pacing, but it would have benifited from a little more than what we got. Not much though, since we kind of already got it with toothless anyway. In my opinion, all it needed was a slight tweak to that ending scene and it would have been perfect (in my opinion). Personally, I would have made Hiccup (without a prosthetic) sit on toothless's back when they went out the door for the first time. The scene plays out almost exactly the same, and you get the symbolic framing the directors wanted, while acknowledging that walking so soon after a burn amputation is not going to happen. Gobber gives Hiccup the tail, saddle and his new leg in the bundle, which allows them to keep the "That bit's my handiwork, with a little hiccup flair thrown in. Think it'll do?" line. Hiccup can instead hold the leg in his hand and say "I might make a few adjustments" - everyone laughs and then it cuts to the end scene with them all flying with the implication some time has passed the same as in the real film. It's a small tweak, but I do think that's all it really needed.

So yeah, While its great to have more realistic representation in your stories, you got to work within the tone your story has. There's no "one size fits all" way to approach it. Again though, I could be wrong about where Nimona would fall here, I know it does tackle heavy subjects in regards to trans representation and discrimination, so maybe it could have made it work. I'll probably talk more about it once I actually see the movie though!

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cesiali · 4 months

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You Love Me To Hate You（Peter/Paul，Mentions of Gene/Paul & Ace/Paul)（part Ⅰ）

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My English is not very good and I haven't been to the US…so sorry for my grammar and translation issues.

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1994

In fact, Peter should have realized the intentionality behind this as early as when he got the call from Paul.

"Who is it?" Peter answered the phone.

"It's me, Paul." A voice he would never forget until the day he died made Peter almost just hang up the phone, "Please don't hang up. "

Great, Paul even guessed that he was planning to do just that.

"What do you want, Paul?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play with me, Paul! What are you calling for? To mock me for being broke or for being swept off my feet by my ex-wife, I offered you the option, take your pick. Or, fuck it if you want, you can mock both!"

"Why should I make fun of you? I didn't even know you were divorced."

"Of course, you don't know..." Peter took the receiver in a different hand, feeling unusually agitated, "You don't CARE!"

"Look, Peter," Paul actually skirted right around the subject, adjusting his tone as if nothing had happened, "there's no way I can talk to you about this over the phone, okay? Let's meet, I promise there's absolutely no sarcasm or teasing, and I'll come to your there and you give me the address."

Peter gulps as the hand clutching the receiver begins to sweat,"What makes you think I'd give you an address?"

"Because I will wait."

Damn it.

———

Peter arrived early at the place they had agreed upon, an Italian restaurant. But was slow to enter, hovering in the doorway, glancing down at his watch now and then.

At the appointed time, he hadn't seen Paul, not even a single figure that resembled him. Although they hadn't seen each other for a couple of years, after Paul's wedding to his actress wife, to which Peter and Debra had been invited, and yes, at that point in time, Debra was still his wife and he still retained the right to see his lovely daughter whenever he wanted... Peter vowed that if Paul mentioned anything relevant in today's conversation, he'll leave right away.

He just doesn't want to see the misfortune of self in the happiness of others.

"The little bastard's late..." Peter stomped his foot twice in annoyance and uttered a curse.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he heard a rush of footsteps, and Peter didn't need to look up to know the identity of his visitor. Peter eyes were down low, and he noticed that the other man was wearing a pair of white and purple Puma boardshorts.

"Sorry I'm late..." Paul's breathy tone sounded convincing.

"You do deserve to be sorry." Peter inwardly took pleasure, Sinful Pleasures, in the fleeting embarrassment in Paul's words.

When Peter realized that a grin was forming on his face, he knew that Paul had noticed it as well, and although the sunglasses were blocking the lead singer's eyes, the way he tensed his lips was enough to show that he was trying to suppress the discomfort he felt about it. If he could, Peter really wanted to laugh out loud, wondering if Paul wouldn't be able to resist yelling at him. However, the thought flashed briefly through Peter's mind and he quickly stop, not wanting to give away too much.

As the eyes of passersby around them began to gradually fall on the two of them, "I think we should go inside." Paul adjusted his sunglasses.

"I thought you loved attention."

"Not at a time like this."Paul clasps his arms to his chest.

He didn't retort, unexpectedly honest, for a master of disguise like Paul Stanley.

...

The waiter led them to their reserved seats, and the two of them took their seats one after the other.

"Are you going to take it off?" Peter said as he received a warm towel from the waiter.

Paul, who had also wiped his hands on a warm towel, froze for a moment, realizing with hindsight that Peter was referring to his sunglasses.

Paul froze for a moment, then obediently removed his sunglasses and gently folded them on the table. Revealing the part of him that Peter had known best from before, his eyes. Peter had heard a theory of biology that the eyes, the only five senses in a human being that don't change as they age. Peter backed up that statement 100%.

In fact, looking at Paul's face, it struck him that Paul was most likely wearing makeup, maybe just a little foundation or something, and there was no trace of eyeliner on his large, drooping eyes, except for a few wrinkles. There was none of the childishness Peter remembered, and he wasn't as shy as he used to be, but he still retained a vague sense of gender. Age had sharpened the line of his jaw, and his long, curly hair balanced it out nicely...even if only half of it was real.

"Is there something on my face?" Paul took a sip of water from his glass and pulled his hair behind his ear.

Peter shrugged and took a sip of water as well, "I heard a rumor that neither you nor Gene's hair is real."

Paul's hand still rested on the glass, and he nearly choked himself before he could swallow the sip he'd taken. "Do you have any insight into this?" He exhaled.

"No, it just popped into my head..." Peter's voice is fading. leaning back in his chair and shaking his head at the ground.

Paul didn't pay him attention any more, instead turning his attention to scrutinizing his own reflection in the mirrored image reflected by the metal knife and fork after the waiter had handed out the menus and set the cutlery. He ran his fingers through his wavy hair and turned his face sideways for a moment. For a moment, felt like he was back in the 70's, where any minute now, crying, screaming fans would be rushing towards him, but unfortunately they didn't have any bodyguards around to keep them in check. the 70's were as far away from KISS as a lifetime ago, and the glory and the honor had been washed away by time.

Like countless times in the past, Peter stared long enough that he began to wonder more and more why he was here. He picked up the menu in front of him, determined to distract himself. As it turned out, the menu was cluttered with new-school dishes he didn't recognize, much to Peter's annoyance. He simply closed the menu with a thud and decided to follow his experience.

"Let's start with the main course, a pasta, the Neapolitan kind, ya know? With red peppers and chopped parsley, oh... Yeah, and finally grate a bit Parmesan cheese on top, I like to smell the cheese. The rest of it...Paul, do you want to take care of the other parts of the order?"

The sudden call of his name made Paul's hands and feet flutter, his eyes flickering back and forth between the knife and fork and Peter's face, "Me? Uh... Actually I wasn't-"

"What the fuck does that mean?" Peter cut him off, his brow furrowing.

"I'm on a diet."

Paul hesitates, unsure if he wants to reveal more in front of outsiders.

"Bullshit."

"I really am!"

"It's an Italian restaurant, Paul, don't be rude." Peter rolled his eyes. Paolo hasn't changed a bit.

"I don't want to do this, Peter." Paul's eyes widened and his mouth opened slightly, then the corners of his mouth rapidly turned downward.

"Finish your meal, Paul, or I'm leaving now." Peter threatened sternly, his hands balled into fists.

If it had been Gene, he probably would have gone along with Paul's wishes and taken care of most of the food, then lost the argument with Paul during the dessert session and sent a drunken Paul home when it was over because his was in charge of the drinks portion. But that was the big difference between Gene and Peter, he would never pay for Paul's pathetic dream of being a lead singer, and since he offered to come out to dinner, he had to eat his share.

Paul turned his face away, he was clearly suppressing pent up anger.

It made Peter suddenly a bit regretful, a precursor to Paul building up his self-defense, and it was highly likely that he would skimp on self-expression for every minute of the next day, not volunteering a single word until Peter was so tormented he couldn't take it anymore and drowned the two of them in silence.

The good news is Paul wasn't quiet for long: "That's up to you. Except for one thing, no fried garlic in the pasta, I'm sticking to that."

"What kind of spaghetti aglio e olio (pasta with garlic and oil) is that without fried garlic?"

"Just remove the aglio (garlic) and keep the spaghetti e olio (pasta with oil), Peter."

For a while, neither continued to speak, just staring into each other's eyes.

"Fine, no damn fried garlic." Peter gritted his teeth and took the lead in compromising, picking up the menu to put him up and block them both from view.

Why on earth would he agree to see Paul? They spent the mid-80's throwing all sorts of shit at each other's heads through the media. The relationship went on for quite some time, no one remembering who started it and no one knowing how it ended. Into the 90's Paul invited Peter to his wedding out of the blue, agreeing to go although he was quite surprised.

It makes absolutely no sense, but that lack of sense is exactly the norm in their relationship.

By the time their food was served, Peter's stomach was already growling with hunger and he feasted on it without a care in the world. That is, until he noticed Paul sitting across from him, slowly rolling up a few pieces of pasta and popping them into his mouth with the tangled expression of an anorexic chick. But as soon as the flavors melted on his tongue, Paul's eyebrows in surprise and his eyes narrowed in an involuntary smile.

"Enjoying your food, Paulie?" asked Peter taking in everything that had just happened, he loved seeing Paul enjoying his food.

"Hmm, It's a bit more than I expected, actually it's really good." Paul lets the food slide down his throat and nods contentedly.

Did Peter just call him "Paulie"? He was pretty sure the last time Peter had called him that in years, the news was still reporting on Jimmy Carter's re-election defeat.

"You know what? You should just relax and allow some good things to happen in your life."

"I don't know, Peter. It's been so long that I can't tell the difference between a lot of things anymore." Paul's fork stopped. The food in his mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow.

Can't tell what? The good things in life? Come on, his wife gave him a son not too long ago, can't even his child fill his empty ego and be considered a good thing? Paul's ego-collapsing problem is non-trivial.

"For God's sake, Paul, you just had a baby boy, remember? That's worth being grateful for what you have."

"I do appreciate that, really."

Paul wanted to say something, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on that shit."

"What do you mean?"

"From the past to the present, you've always gone in both directions. " Peter flipped his wrists from side to side and take a sip of wine.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not Ace, I've never gone the other way."

"Keep talking, Paul, keep convincing yourself, even if you can't convince anyone. "A snort escaped Peter's lips.

Paul puts down his fork: "Don't talk like you know a lot about me, you don't know me at all-"

"I know you well enough! All those complaints and little secrets from your past." Peter picked up his glass again and this time drank it down in one gulp, moving so much that he missed a few drops on his baggy t-shirt, "We used to talk on the phone every night, remember? We'd go on and on and Lydia would argue with me about me draining the phone bill. It was all good then, until you got hooked on Ace......"

"That's enough, It's all in the past, Peter. I don't want to keep talking about this." Paul quickly interrupted Peter's reminiscing, seemingly truly determined to make a clean break with the past.

"I didn't start all of this, you did..." Peter was guilty of muttering as he glanced at Paul to make sure the lead singer wasn't too disturbed by the conversation he'd just had, and he raised his hand to summon the waiter to order another glass of wine.

With his second glass, Peter greedily chased the aroma of the brew and felt better.

"So, how come you're alone, I thought you and Gene were Siamese twins now?"

"He's got his own thing going on, and we're not always together." Paul didn't react to Peter's inappropriate analogy as if he was finally getting used to it.

Watching Paul pick his fork through his spaghetti like a three-year-old with less than a third of the portion left, Peter saw it as an improvement.

"Want one?" Peter pushed the bread basket leaning in front of him towards Paul's end, curious if he could get Paul to eat more.

"I don't think I should eat anymore." Paul burped at the right time.

That's not the kind of answer that would satisfy Peter.

"PAUL."

"Fine!" Paul impatiently picked up a baguette and pushed the bread basket back.

Peter immediately casts a wide smile and slackens his expression management.

Then the smile faded from his face as he witnessed Paul slowly placing the soup-covered baguette into his mouth.Paul's large eyes ghosted over to his own for a quick glance, just one glance, and quickly moved away. At the same time, he bit down into the bread, soaking up the soup so deliciously that it almost made him moan, and he closed his eyes to savor it. On the other end Peter was struck in the small of his back by a primal urge, his body's betrayal coming so suddenly that he had to awkwardly adjust his pants in his seat.

Did he do it on purpose? Or did Peter misunderstand the meaning.

This query would keep playing on the drummer's mind for the rest of the mealtime.

#kiss #kiss band #peter criss #paul stanley #gene simmons #ace frehley #fanfic #I just copied what I posted on ao3...#paul stanley x peter criss

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Hey I hope you still want people rambling about their Tavs because you've opened Pandora's box with that one and now I'm back!

My actual canon Tav is named Tristan, like me. He actually had the name first. I first made him as an OC, and then fell in love with him so much that I decided I'll use the name for myself as well.

Anyway! His full name is Tristan Trevelyan, because someone in his life thought it'd be funny to troll him like that. No, there's just some interesting naming conventions going on in the Trevelyan bloodline. His father, for example, is (or was) named Trevor Trevelyan. He's not in Tristan's life anymore though, and they've never had a great relationship to begin with, but I haven't decided what exactly happened to him. I might have to revamp a bunch of Tristan's story anyway.

So far, Tristan is a literal prince, but he gave up his right to the throne because he wanted to travel the world instead of being chained down by the heavy duties of a future king. Whether or not he'll remain a prince, I'm not sure of, because I don't know how well that'd fit into the entire BG3 lore, but it's his canon origin so for now I'm rolling with it, and even if I demote him, he'll still have a noble background.

He's also transmasc like me, but unlike me, he's known it his entire life, and his mother, Shanna, has always supported him, to a point where she supplied (and still does to this day) him with ~a tincture that allowed his body to develop in a masculine way~, so pretty much fantasy HRT. When he's wearing pants, he passes perfectly, but since that tincture is medicine, and not magic, it didn't change the bits he was born with. Tristan is also outrageously gay though, and although his past hasn't been free of any and all kinds of struggles, he's come to see it as a blessing in disguise, because it gives him at least a hypothetical chance to have biological children with a man, should he ever find one he'll want that with.

Spoiler alert: He will.

Tristan is a sweet, wholesome kind of guy. He's kind, optimistic, and will give absolutely everyone at least one chance. He's helpful, and supportive of those he even remotely cares about, and makes an effort to uplift the people around him. He wears his heart on his sleeve, and he's a terrible liar on top of it.

His best non-romantic friend out of the group will be Wyll, because those two have a lot in common even already at first glance. They're both valiant swordsmen with noble backgrounds, questionable fathers, a penchant for helping others, and a huge romantic streak, and I could've absolutely seen them falling in love, if it wasn't for the fateful moment in which Tristan pulled a certain man out of a certain portal, falling head over heels for him the second their eyes met for the first time.

There's much more to tell about my boy, but I think this is enough for one ask. Hope you've had fun reading!

It's Tristan!!! I've been dying to know more about him 😭

I love a good sweet boy, and a bad liar to boot. He sounds so wonderful. He and Gale are going to be so disgustingly(affectionate) romantic together, I can't wait to hear more about their love story

Tell me more! Are they going to have a big family?? One happily spoiled child? Is their wedding gonna be so huge???

(I still ALWAYS want people rambling about their tavs in my ask box they're all so beautiful and fun and lovely and I want to know them all!)

#bg3 #tav infodump asks #ask #other people's ocs

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