#just flirty cute wives

[martian-astro]

D9/ Navamsa chart observations

Moon AND saturn in the 4th is a very strong indicator of an arrange marriage. (especially, if you're from a place where it's common. Even if you're from the west, your parents will be the one to first notice your partner or they could be a family friend's child) (the situation can be similar to the series "the summer i turned pretty")

Moon in 5th can give you a partner who is very good at taking care of kids. It works the best when moon is in cancer or taurus. (if you're a woman and you have this, then you're truly blessed. Your husband is gonna be very supportive during pregnancy, and won't have the "women are supposed to take care of kids, men are supposed to work" mentality and I Consider this to be a win)

(saturn in 5th gives you a spouse who is more "disciplinarian", the parent who is more authoritative, basically the bad cop, whereas moon in 5th gives you a spouse who is more of a "coddler", the parent to whom the children go to when they want to complain about the other parent, the good cop. Remember, both have to work together to raise a good kid)

Mars in 1st, if unafflicted can give really good results, you will have all the good qualities of mars- responsible, productive, healthy, passionate. But if in taurus, libra or cancer, or aspected by malefic planets, then you'll constantly pick fights with your spouse and also if the person who has this is a man.......then (i always tell women not to marry a guy if he has afflicted Mars in 1st in d9)

The Mars in 1st can be controlled if saturn is also there in 1st, but it's better if your AC is in capricorn or aquarius, because this will give you a spouse who is mature and can tame that Mars in 1st energy but if the AC is in cancer or aries then your spouse may leave because of your anger issues or they may just stop loving you.

Sun in 7th means that you'll have a dominating spouse, but in a good or a bad way depends on your d1. Unlike with sun in 4th, this works better when you and your spouse both are dominant. If you are a Mars, Sun, or Jupiter dominant then this placement is good, but if you are a mercury, Venus or saturn dominant, then you'll feel suffocated in your married life and your spouse may not be able to understand your emotions. (it's better when sun is in leo, aries or sagittarius)

(just act like you can't see that mark on srk's face, I couldn't remove it😖😖)

Venus in 3rd can give you a super flirty spouse, if Venus is in aries or scorpio then your partner can have a wandering eye 🥲 (sory) but if it's in taurus, libra or pisces then... CUTE. I've seen this placement in a few people and their spouse (male/female) was so affectionate with them, it's literally a heart eye emoji placement. (if you don't have any other karmic placement in d9 then this is one of THE BEST placement ever, I love it)

Mercury in 10th can indicate you and your spouse working together, you guys can be great business partners since you have a similar vision for how things should be. (it's better if you have this, but 7th house is in pisces or cancer, otherwise, the relationship can be all business with not enough love to keep it going)

Venus in 8th is another placement that I do not like (you guys are probably thinking that I hate Venus but I don't😭). Anyways, I have seen this placement in a lot of men that stay with their wives because the sex is good and women who stay with their husbands because they don't want to earn money on their own) the relationship can also just be sex sex sex. It's better if saturn is aspecting Venus or if Venus is in pisces, cancer or gemini

Ketu in 1st.... is unfortunately a karmic placement, you may trust the wrong people and end up marrying someone who will cheat on you. I have noticed that people with this placement find it really difficult to be alone. I would recommend you to stay unmarried till atleast 30, and be alone, and be alone because you WANT to be not because you're forced to be. Learn to enjoy your own company, hang out with your friends, pursue a hobby and do things for yourself

I know a person who has Jupiter in 4th and she has such a good relationship with her mother in law, her MIL loves her more than her husband, it's really cute. If Jupiter is not debilitated then you can be very close with your own mother as well. This placement also indicates a partner who was raised by a single mother or just someone who grew up around a lot of women, like a lot of sisters.

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#astrology #vedic astrology #astroblr #astrology content #astrology community #navamsa chart #d9 chart #navamsa

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Nail Salon

WARNINGS: none, flirty wives Nat and Reader, fluff, concerned nat and reader fr

WORDS: 1,458

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

SUMMARY: you and your wife Nat have a nail salon day with your toddler

A/N: chapter 1 of Darkest Nights will be posted a bit after this ;)

haven't checked up on you guys in some time <3 how are you, my loves?

Natasha woke up with your hair spread all across her face and her arms stuck around your body. “Detka..” you groan at her attempts of awakening you, “babe. I can't move my arms.” you huff as you sat up and release her arms. You flutter your eyes open, only to be blinded by sunlight. Which you hadn't expected, normally these days it would be cloudy this time. “It's beautiful out, isn't it?” you glare at your wife, “why did you have to be a morning person?” you whined as she pressed soft kisses against your neck. “Beautiful day, beautiful wife. Good morning moya lyubov..” your frown transformed into a smile, “Hi Natty.”

“Mommy! Mama!” you heard one of the kids call, Aliana had just recently started pronouncing words a bit properly, that of which you couldn't get used to quite yet. “Mommy's awake, sweetie! Just one sec, I'll be out there.” you threw off the covers and leaped out of bed. “What was that about morning people?” Natasha said with a cocky smirk. As of course, Aliana was too, a morning person. “This is why I'm Alex's favorite!” you shouted out as you left the bedroom.

“Mommy!” the little girl clung onto your legs, “how did you sleep, honey?” you grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up in your arms. “I sleep good. Alex snores.” you chuckle as you walk into the kitchen, “wanna know something sweetie?” the toddler nods curiously. “Mama snores too.” you said with a hushed tone. The girl giggles as you set her on the kitchen island. “What do you want for breakfast?” she hums as she thinks of a response, “hmm.. cereal! Pwease.” you mentally thanked her for not asking you to make anything too crazy this early. “Hi guys.” you heard a small voice pop up in the kitchen, Alex with his hair a complete mess, and his clothes wrinkled. “Someone slept well tonight, hey buddy.” you got on your knees to his level and hugged the boy. “Hi mommy!” he wrapped his tiny arms around your neck. “Do you want cereal, Alex?” he nodded as he let go of your shoulders, allowing you to stand back up. “Is Uncle Thor coming over today?” he asks as he padded his way to the table.

“No, not today buddy. But, I can ask Uncle Clint to bring your cousin over.” he had a bright smile on his face, “yay! Thank you mommy! You're the best.” you handed him his bowl of cereal. “You're welcome cutie pie.” he frowned slightly, “I'm handsome, not cute!” you pinched his cheek before walking over to the kitchen island. “Mommy loot!” you scrunched up your brows in confusion, wondering what she was pointing at. “What is it sweeti—” you yelped as Natasha came up behind you with her hands resting on your waist. “Nat! Oh my God, stop scaring me it's 9 AM!” she laughed as she placed a searing kiss on your jawline, “I would say I'm sorry but.. you look cute when you're scared.” she whispered into your ear. You couldn't lie, that did slightly make your cheeks go red, but you still managed to lightly smack her on the bicep. “Natasha! The kids are in the room. Shut up.” she pecked your cheek before turning her attention to your daughter.

“Mama can you paint my nails today?” Natasha paused before answering, Ali never asked her to paint her nails before. Usually, she'd ask you. “uh.. alright, if that's what you want sweetie.” the toddlers face lit up as she grinned at the redhead. “Yay!” you looked at the little girl, “what do ya say? Mommy can dress you up all cute and mama will paint your nails?” you ask her. “Yes pwease!” you brushed away some of her stray baby hairs and fed Aliana a spoonful of cereal. “Eat up, then we can have a little salon day.”

After Ali finished breakfast you went to go search for her cutesy floral and multicolored dress. She's been begging you and Natasha to let her wear that for a few days by now, so you chose to let her wear it today. “Nat come here! Please.” the redhead walked into your bedroom, “yeah, babe where are you?” you peeked your head out of the closet. “Over here darling!” you call out to her, “what is it detka?” she asked— her question soon being forgotten as she laughed slightly at your attempts at grabbing the dress. “Stop laughing. Just get the damn dress for me.” she narrows her eyes at you, “someone's feisty today.” she said as she backed you up against the wall. “Nat..” you poke her side. “Give me the dress.” she pressed her lips against yours, pulling you in for a slow kiss, she lifted you up by your waist and moved to the shelves. “Take the dress baby.” she breathed out as she broke the kiss, “thanks..” you picked up the dress and got out of her hold.

“Ali! Whe– when did you get here sweetie?” she squealed as her eyes widened at the dress, “I just walk in room now.” you sighed in relief as you placed the dress on the bed. “Mommy ups!” you saw the little girl with her arms up and smiled as you picked her up into your arms. “Honey, I need to put you on the bed if you want to wear the dress.” she pouted slightly, “okay..” she hopped out of your arms and onto the bed.

You changed her out of her pajamas and into the dress, “yay! Thank you mommy!” she slid off the bed and did a little twirl in front of the full-length mirror. “Can mama paint my nails now?” Natasha walked out of the closet, “I don't know.. can she?” your wife said as she picked up Aliana on top of her shoulders. “Hi mama!” she giggled as she pecked at Natasha's cheek.

“Can we play nail salon toooo?” you nod, “yes, of course, sweetie.” Natasha looks down at you with her brows laced in confusion. “Uh.. krasivaya what's nail salon?” “Some game Ali made up, we pretend to be her little nail technician rather than her parents– it's silly I know, but she's your daughter so I blame you.” you open the nightstand drawer and take out a few bottles of nail polish. Natasha placed the toddler down on the bed and you handed her the nail polish. “What color do you want Ali?” she pointed at the pastel pink. “This one?” the little girl nodded. “uhm..” Natasha turned her gaze to you, “what do I do?” she mouthed.

“Just talk to her but— remember, you're pretending to not be her parent Tasha.” she nodded and opened up the bottle, “so.. what's your name sweetie?” she asked as she put light strokes of nail polish on Aliana's tiny nails. “Aliana.” Natasha smiles, “how old are you Aliana?” “I'm four!” the girl giggles as your wife paints her nails.

“I have a husband and kids!” you and Nat slightly frown at her statement, but she keeps doing her nails nonetheless. “oh really? Is your husband nice?” Natasha asked, “he's mean!” you couldn't tell if you would laugh or scold Aliana. “He doesn't help wif the kids, and–” the toddler continues, “he's wike, "ba- babe go make dinner!" she mocked in a masculine voice. “oh wow.. um–” the redhead looked over at you with a confused look and widened eyes. “I'm gonna spill tea on him.” you burst into laughter, someone had been hanging out with Uncle Peter too much lately.

“ooh thank you mama! My nails look so pwetty!” Aliana jumped onto Natasha's lap and threw her little arms around her shoulders. “You're welcome..?” Natasha said, still processing the words that came out of her toddlers mouth. “I'm gonna go show Alex now. Bye bye!” she crawled out of Natasha's arms and ran out of the room.

“What was that.” she asked you, “I think she should cut down getting babysat by Peter and his little kid friends.” you sighed as you sat down in bed beside her.

“Yeah..” she chuckled. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today, babe?” you smile and roll your eyes, “I don't know, have you?” she sneakily slid her hand up to your upper thigh. “Let me show you moya lyubov.” you smirked as she leaned in closer, her lips almost touching yours. “As much as I would love this.. Clint's supposed to be here with Nathaniel soon.” she groaned. “how soon? I'll make it quick detka.” you got up from the bed at the sound of the doorbell, “that soon.” you giggled as you left her to go open the front door.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[punkclownfreak]

complete guide to this freaks favorite one piece ships, from favorite to least favorite:

ANIME

namivivi- on top. soulmates. they’re the lesbians ever i adore them they’re WIVES

acesan- really cute, they had a few flirty moments in the alabasta arc and i really really love them

zolu: adorable. i love them. they’re so so cute and zoro is such a guard dog boyfriend they’re adorable

sanji x usopp: kinda a rare pair, but i think they’re pretty cute. sanji always seems to take care of usopp and i like them

zosan: honestly, it’s not my favorite, but they do have their moments where there’s a lot of chemistry/tension

LIVE ACTION (fav to least fav)

kobylu- adorable. there’s so many moments where i was so sure that they were about to kiss. they’re literally so cute i adore them

kaya x usopp- soulmate level connection. they were so cute it drives me insane, i need more of them IMMEDIATELY

nami x kaya- i love them, they had so much chemistry, they’re so cute they’re so gay

zolu- zoro being a devoted first mate/boyfriend as usual

zosan- pretty cute, i loved their competitiveness

garp x zeff- kinda cute. kinda gay, i liked them. they definitely both had a thing with gold roger

koby x helmeppo- i. hate. helmeppo. but they’re kinda cute.

in opla i kinda see the straw hats as less shippable with each other. zoro nami and usopp are so siblings to me, and nami usopp and luffy are also siblings, so i don’t really like the whole straw hat polycule ship, but i’m not completely against it. i just did this for fun :)

#one piece #one piece posting #one piece liveblog #opla #one piece live action #roronoa zoro #zoro #kaya x usopp #kobylu #acesan #zolu #sanji x usopp #zosan #nami x kaya #garp x zeff

[headfullofpresley]

𝐍𝐘𝐄 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 🥂 | 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

Warnings: strong language, alcohol consumption, el and the guys being unhinged with fireworks, clubbing, drunk elvis and drunk reader (can you tell i need a night out? lmao), tiny mention of the colonel, drunk parents, lil bit of smut at the end, mention of throwing up, hangoverssss.

A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR, MY LOVES!!! 🎆 be careful with your lil fingers and don't forget to drink lots of water before bed to fight off that January 1st hangover ;)

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New Years Eve at Graceland is even more rowdy than Christmas.

Everyone is there; the guys and their partners, family from both your and Elvis' side, friends from outside of town and even some local fans that you got friendly with throughout time.

Before everyone arrived, you and Elvis made sure valuable things were locked away just in case things would get a little crazy (or more so, if someone got a little too drunk).

Elvis allowed you to create a photo corner in the music room – you'd hung up a mix of gold and silver tinsel curtain in front of the curtains by the window, creating a fun backdrop for the pictures.

You went all out, disco balls and photo props included.

Naturally, you and Elvis matched as he was wearing black and red and you were in a little black dress with red heels.

Drinks and food were served all through the night, keeping everyone satisfied. You and Elvis were good hosts and you liked seeing everyone having fun at your parties.

With the year 1970 only a few hours away, everyone's spirits are high and it doesn't take long before the drinks started doing their job.

Vernon is visibly loosened up, along with your father, trying to get the attention from your female friends even though both their wives are dancing their little hearts out near the dining room.

Both men were rather tough cookies to crack, so you enjoy seeing them like this, even though they are being typical men.

As long as your girlfriends aren't uncomfortable, you're fine with it.

You and Elvis have a full on photoshoot in the music room, with a tipsy Sonny as your photographer.

“Guys, can’t you ask someone else? They keep comin’ out all blurry,” he'd giggle, throwing another failed polaroid on top of the covered piano.

“’S because you keep wigglin’ on those giraffe legs of yours. Give it to me,” Elvis allowed his friend to go back to drinking as he took the camera out of Sonny's hand, turning back to you.

You could've easily used the digital camera, but you wanted to use the polaroid because you liked the aesthetics of it more.

And what Elvis' baby wanted, Elvis' baby got.

You'd pout at him when he told you to pose because you wanted him to be in it, but you did as told and put a glittery '1970' headband on your head as you posed for the camera.

After a few pictures, you switched places and took pictures of him as he used other props to pose with.

More people joined in on the fun and Joe eventually managed to take some cute pictures of you and Elvis, before you posed with the group and so on.

Because there were so many people at the house that wanted both your and Elvis' attention, you two would often be lingering around other people.

You'd catch up with your girls and family and joke around with his fans, while he'd be belting out laughter and jokes with other people.

The more he drank, the louder he got but as long as he'd stay away from the beer and champagne, you knew he'd be fine.

He'd catch your eye from across the room and mouth the words of the song playing to you, or shoot you flirty winks which you gladly returned.

Well before midnight, he found his way back to you and had you pressed firmly against his side as he took you in the kitchen where it was a little less crowded.

The two of you didn't have any special traditions other than a midnight kiss on NYE, but he had recently read something about a Mexican tradition that he wanted to try.

“Or was it from Spain? I don’ remember, honey, but basically we eat twelve grapes and make twelve wishes,” he'd grin as he held up the grapes in front of your face.

“Aren’t we supposed to do this at midnight?”

“Yes, but I really jus’ wanted some grapes,” he'd giggle boyishly, holding out a grape in front of your mouth.

You weren't sure if this was really how the tradition was done, but he made it his own as he'd feed you a grape and make a wish for you instead for himself when he did so.

You went along with it, doing the same as he did.

You were probably doing it wrong, but you liked this little moment you and him were having away from the party.

The Colonel wasn't a big fan of NYE bashes, but he showed up a little before midnight to wish Elvis and the others a happy new year.

You didn't give him much attention; serving him a drink and wishing him an early happy new year, before you made your way outside where Elvis and the guys were setting up the fireworks.

Ofcourse, you had stolen one of Elvis' coats to keep you warm as you sipped on your drink and got your sparklers ready.

Most of the fans were outside as well; the ones attending the party keeping you and some other friends company, younger fans watching excitedly from the other side of the gates.

As the countdown on the TV started, the guys came back to the house to find their way to their partners and to be there to wish everyone a happy new year.

Elvis was right there beside you, his arm swung over your shoulder, apples of his cheeks flushed due to the alcohol as he was smiling brightly while counting down the seconds loudly.

You counted with him, already moving closer to his face to close the distance between you.

When the clock struck twelve, everyone roared out a “Happy New Year!” and kissed and hugged.

As every year, Elvis kissed you deeply, sensually and probably longer than anyone else kissed their respected partners.

“Man, it’s the first kiss of the year. That’s my good luck charm right there,” he'd grin as Jerry and Red eventually pulled him off, pecking your lips a few more times before he allowed himself to be dragged away and onto the driveway to light the fireworks.

Having lit half of them on Christmas Eve, the show wouldn't last as long as usual but they still had enough to draw everyone's attention.

You wished everyone around you a happy new year, sneaking your way inside when (ofcourse) Elvis and the guys found themselves in one of their firework wars again.

You spend some time with your family, wishing them a happy new year and making sure they were still having fun.

At 1 am, all the fireworks had been lit and as the guys made their way back in the house, some people were leaving to attend other parties or go out clubbing.

You, Elvis, the guys and some fans left to go to TJ's Nightclub to dance the night away and go see Alan who was unfortunately working tonight.

Some family stayed behind at Graceland, as they would be staying the night. You weren't worried at all, knowing your mother was sober.

You and Elvis had been repeating yourselves for about an hour when you arrived at the club.

Wishing everyone a happy new year and so on.

Elvis had rented out the place until the early morning hours, but some people that had been invited hadn't been at the house so you were happily greeting old and new friends.

Alan was happy to see you, Elvis and the others, knowing that Elvis wouldn't let him work too hard.

Which he didn't; Alan soon left the work to his co-workers, sneaking away from the bar and into the dancing crowd.

When clubbing, Elvis was usually the type to sit in one of the booths with the other guys and join you for a dance or two... if you were luckily.

This time, he didn't leave your side once – probably because of the drinks he had already nursed at the house and because he wasn't blind, he saw the way some of his male fans were looking at you.

Come to think of it, he figured they were probably your fans rather than his.

You were oblivious to the attention and happy that you didn't have to beg him to dance with you, happily following him as he twirled you around to the rhythm of the music.

“I have a 13th wish for you,” he'd yell loud enough for you to hear him, smiling down at you as he'd have his arms wrapped around your waist.

“What is it, El?”

“My wish for you is that you’ll always be happy and that all your dreams’ll come true. Whether that’s with me, or not,”

“Oh shut it, you big idiot. Ofcourse it’ll be with you,” you'd laugh at the way he slurred his words a little, rolling your eyes playfully.

“I know, jus’ wanted to hear what you were gon’ say,”

He'd grin like a fool, twirling you around again before you even had the chance to reply, laughing at his antics.

Shots shots shots!

So many shots.

Both you and Elvis hadn't learned from your Christmas morning hangover.

It's only NYE once a year, isn't it?

You'd try pretty much every shot on the menu but when you two downed a couple of shots of tequila, you could barely think straight anymore.

Every time someone would walk a little too close to you or look at you for too long, you saw Elvis' jaw clenching and him shooting them the dirtiest look he could muster, no matter to who it was.

You managed to distract him every time though, making him dance or asking him for a lighter even though you had one in your purse.

Thankfully, he kept himself under control.

At around 5 am, you mentioned to Elvis that you were hungry and now the both of you couldn't stop thinking about food.

Most of your friends weren't ready to leave yet, so the both of you snuck out of the club.

Probably not the smartest idea, but since neither of you could drive, you started to walk through downtown Memphis on the hunt for food.

You found it at a 24 hour diner, which was completely empty apart from the people who worked there.

After some autographs being given out by Elvis (which took him a little longer than usual) and small talk, the two of you indulged in the greasiest burger on the menu.

In that moment, your drunk self felt more happy than on any other day and Elvis seemed to feel the same.

But after stuffing your face and going outside for a smoke and some air, it dawned on the both of you that you didn't have a ride back home.

Graceland wasn't exactly walking distance, especially not in the state you were in.

Going back into the diner with Elvis to call your mother to ask if she could pick you up, you felt like a teenager again.

Especially when your poor mother pulled up in her pajamas, laughing at you two after she playfully scolded you.

“’S all Y/N’s fault, ma’am. I didn’t do nothin’,” Elvis laughed from the passenger's seat, fumbling with the radio as your mother kept slapping his hand away, which only made him laugh harder.

“Zip it, Presley,” glaring at him, you'd slap his shoulder.

He would then reach his arm out to you and try to grab you, leaning over his seat which made your mother's scolding turn a bit more serious before she'd crash the car.

Back at the house, it was a surprise you and Elvis managed to make it into the bedroom.

Once you were undressed and freshened up, you were wide awake as you lay next to each other.

Now sex with Elvis while he was this drunk, was do-able. Sex while you were both in this state? A disaster.

You couldn't stop laughing the entire time, making him laugh as well; even when he was balls deep inside of you.

“Goddamnit woman, will ya stop laughing? I can’t focus,”

This would only make you laugh harder, your muscles tightening around him as you did and while he was still laughing, he couldn't hold back a moan.

You had to clasp a hand over both your and his mouth as he decided to fuck you into the mattress nonetheless, your drunk mind praying your family wouldn't hear you.

Your laughter soon died down as he hit your g spot with every thrust and he came inside of you when your muscles wouldn't stop squeezing him.

The both of you were dizzy after; high on colorful cocktails, shots and delicious orgasms.

“Love you, little,”

“Love you too, baby,”

You forced yourself (and him) to clean yourselves up again and once you got back into bed, it didn't take neither of you long to drift off into a deep slumber.

You were more than happy to sleep the first day of the new year away, snuggled up to your man.

The only time Elvis and you did leave the bed, was to run to the bathroom to take turns throwing up the contents of your stomach.

#elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis x you #elvis presley x you #elvis x y/n #elvis presley x y/n #elvis presley imagine #elvis imagine #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis x you #austin!elvis x y/n #elvis headcanons #elvis presley headcanons #austin!elvis headcanons #elvis smut #elvis presley smut #elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022 #tamwrites

[revonie]

SAGAU TIME (Flirty God!Reader Part 1)

God!Reader watched as every acolyte bowed before them. They have no idea why they're here in Teyvat and how they got here. Despite their inner turmoil, God!Reader face remained expressionless.

“Why am I here?” They asked in an intimidating tone. The bowing acolytes were taken aback by their tone, but tried to keep their composure.

“We've summoned you, Your Holiness.” Zhongli replied.

“What did you just call me? What do you mean you've summoned me?” Their eyes stared at him rather frighteningly. Ei decided to speak up.

“W-We've performed a ritual that can summon you here in Teyvat-” She was cut off by God!Reader.

“Why in the world would you summon me?” Rainbow-colored orbs gazed intently at her purple orbs.

“It's because we want you back, Creator! All of your loyal acolytes bowing before you wants you back in Teyvat!” Venti blurted out, earning him a hard stare from them. Every acolyte present suddenly felt a chilling aura from the Creator.

‘Creator? So I am right, sagau is real.’

The acolytes waited for their response. They were scared because they thought they'd angered their beloved Creator.

“I've decided-” All eyes were now on God!Reader.

“From here on out, everyone of you are no longer my acolytes. I do not want you as my followers.” They declared it firmly. Each acolytes eyes widened; they rejected them? They don't want them? Why? Before anyone of them could say something, God!Reader beat them to it.

“Besides,” God!Reader for the first time, smirked at them. “Why would you want to be my followers when you could be my wives and husbands instead~?” They asked in a flirtatious manner, one eyebrow raised.

“EHH!?!” Everyone's now a blushing mess because of their lovely God's declaration. Some of them are on the ground, passed out due to embarrassment; some are squealing in delight, and some are covering their faces to hide the redness. God!Reader being the menace, they decided to mess with them some more.

“Oh my, I haven't done anything, yet all of you are now as red as a tomato.”

“You want me to stop teasing you? Why don't you beg for it?”

“Ahh~, how I love it when you squirm before me.”

“Your lips looks dry. Here, let me wet it for you.”

“You’re cute, can I keep you?”

“You must be (Acolyte Name)? Wow, you're way more hotter in personal than you are in my dreams.”

“I bet you can't say “O” with your mouth closed — that's it, baby. Try saying it more louder~”

“YOUR GRACE PLEASE-”

Everyone, allow me to introduce Flirty God!Reader. Teyvat's beloved Creator.

A/N: Yes, God!Reader has rainbow eyes. Each color symbolizes each element. I believe it suits them. (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

GIF by @/baltharino

#genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #god!reader #sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau fluff #flirty!god reader

[lfghughes]

I feel like it’s so hard to find people that write for John Marino! Is there any shot of you writing a thing between the reader and John where he’s two years older and ever since childhood she’s teased him about being “old” and it gradually turns into flirty comments and flirty touches? Thank you sm!!!!

a/n: a sucker for john requests if you can't tell by how long this got. thank you so much for the request!

Two years was relatively nothing but you made a joke one time when you were seven about John being so old and it stuck. You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky to end up next door to him. All it took was you falling off your bike right in front of him one time and you two had been attached at the hip since. Of course then he had to go and get drafted by the NHL and suddenly you were seeing him less and less in person. But you both regularly facetimed and texted each other.

“Alright old man, you’re picking me up at the airport tomorrow right?” You asked on FaceTime, confirming your plans with him. Occasionally and probably more often than you should, you traveled to New Jersey to hang out with John for a few days. If there was a big game coming up he would typically invite you. Although it was pretty much always an open invitation. “You’re literally old too if I am but yes I will be there.”

The flight was relatively an easy one, a few hours gave you enough time to read some chapters of your book. You were definitely grateful when the plane landed and you would get to see your best friend. As soon as you got outside he was there just like he promised and you immediately ran into his arms. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’m going to just spring it on you. We have off today so the boys all want to go out for a dinner and some drinks after. So we are going back to my place so you can get ready and do whatever girly things you need to do.”

He had a plan and you stuck to it. Once back at his place you took a quick shower and changed into a cute outfit that you deemed good enough for dinner. “Alright, I’m ready.” You walked out to the living room where John was and he let out a low whistle “Look at you.” He gave you that cute boyish grin as you pushed him playfully. “Keep your eyes to yourself, old man.”

At dinner they had set up a beautiful long table at a fancy restaurant and the table was pretty much full already with the other teammates and their wives/girlfriends. Of course you chose your seat next to John. You had met some of the boys before and you knew some better than others from the times you had visited and you had gone out with them. Johns arm went around your chair, something that just felt normal to you.

“John, I don’t think you ever introduced us to your girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Erik.” Your cheeks turned red and Johns were matching yours at the moment. “We’re just friends, we’ve been friends forever.” You quickly explained, this wasn’t something that was completely out of the ordinary, you both had gotten asked about your relationship since you had become teenagers basically.

The conversation had quickly turned elsewhere and you were struggling to keep up with all the different conversations. Until you felt Johns fingers, brush against your arm in a comforting motion. You turned to look at him, a smile on his lips as he leaned in so you could hear him over everyone. “Did you want to do drinks after with everyone or just go have a movie night the two of us?” He asked and you knew the answer already but you still had to tease him “Can’t keep up with us younglings anymore, huh? But I’m definitely feeling a movie.”

“You’re hilarious.” He rolled his eyes as his fingers kept moving along your arm and you had to admit you liked the feeling it gave you. “I’d much rather cuddle up with you and watch a movie than go out.” His words brought back the blush that had been on your cheeks earlier. The rest of the dinner had gone by pretty fast and it didn’t take too long after that for the two of you to excuse yourselves to go back home.

On the drive home, you shifted your body in his car so you could face him better. “I actually have some news I want to tell you. I’ve been looking at some jobs in the area and I actually found a really good opportunity out here so I applied and got it.” You didn’t know why you were nervous telling him. This was John. The nerves dissolved as soon as a smile grew on his lips “Are you being serious right now? This isn’t some April fools joke that you delayed?” You nodded your head at him confirming this was true. “Are we about to become roommates?”

#john marino #john marino imagine #john marino blurb #john marino x reader

[doomedlemur]

Good Omens Fanfic Recs

I decided to write up and sort my fanfic recommendations and thoughts, mostly for my own benefit, as an organized list of my favorites for reference. But also, here it is in case anyone's interested.

Heads up, no post-season 2 fix-it fics on this list if that's what you're looking for. Personally I'm content to wait and see on that front.

Also, I'm a sucker for pining, but also headcanon these guys (gn) as demisexual virgins, so nearly all are ace-friendly except the long AUs.

Canon Compliant - short

In general I favor canon compliance and keeping in character. Part of what got me hooked on Good Omens fanfic was the immense breadth of history available to explore with these characters. Let's list in approximate chronological order!

A Letter from “Crawly” to Azirapil (<1k) - Fanfic in Cuneiform. Amazing.

Temporary Tattoo (9.8k) - Okay, this one's arguable on the canon compliance, it's kinda a crack-fic (and feels way more 19th century than 11th) but I loved it. Crowley's snake tattoo wanders, and he can feel what it feels. (The sequel is also really sweet, though definitely canon divergent.)

all the planets and all the stars (4.4k) - Vignettes about Crowley hanging out with astronomers in the 17th century.

Mean It (2k) - The origin of the Apology Dance. 1650, 1793, and 1941 all featured. Short and sweet, very believable. Just as flirty as I imagined.

well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice (3k) - Jane Austen, mastermind of the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery, brandy-smuggler, master spy, and wrote books too. Well-researched, with Austen-esque prose, and perfectly fills in the background for how Crowley remembers her.

Crossing Paths (3k) - Edinburgh, 1827. Showing how Crowley and Aziraphale crossed paths there, and dropping us off where the Resurrectionists minisode begins. Delightful.

I stretch out the time (and now I know why) (6k) - 1960's ineffable wives and what happened to make Aziraphale say Crowley goes too fast.

Orchids and Tea (3k) - A shameless plug for my own fic. Meet the old lady downstairs who Crowley gives his "bad" plants to.

What You've Lost But Never Had (3k) - A sweet outsider POV with Maggie's closeted grandfather.

So You Need To Get Into A.Z. Fell & Co.; Now What? (A Guide For Unfortunate Bookworms) (1.8k) - Handy guide for interpreting the store hours, etc.

The Disposables (7.5k) - Arguably canon divergent. Surprisingly heartwarming. Eric the Disposable Demon is buds with the Usher.

When You're Through With Life and All Hope is Lost (Friends Will Be Friends) (<1k) - COVID-era ficlet post-Lockdown minisode.

The Last Four Years (11.7k) - Perfectly fills in the gap between the seasons with all the feelings and poor communication that brought us here, from the Ritz to Aziraphale's phone call.

Pointless (1.5k) - An exploration of Crowley as he is at the beginning of season 2, anxious and depressed about the pointlessness of it all.

Been Together Long? (1.2k) - It's so common for fics to depict Crowley as knowingly in love but hiding his feelings for 6000 years. But I don't think he's self-aware enough for that, and I really do believe that was an Oh moment with Nina on the street. This fic is an excellent insight into what he was thinking there.

The Afternoon Lecture (<1k) - A cute little outsider POV fic, set sometime in the Happily Ever After probably.

The Slings and Arrows of Angelic Archery (<1k) - Guess which historical/legendary figure Crowley was! Sadly just a little modern-day conversation about it rather than the actual thing.

A Narrow Escape to the Country (10.7k) - This one is so fun! Crowley and Aziraphale are guests on a house-hunting TV show. (Established relationship with innuendo, but all sexy times are off-camera.)

My Roommate from Hell (5.7k) - Warlock ends up college roommates with Adam, and yeah, Warlock's upbringing made him kinda weird.

Canon Divergent - long

Divergent in that these were written before season 2 came out, so branch off from after season 1.

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach (99k) - This one is recommended a lot I know, but deservedly so. This was the first GO fanfic I read, as I idly looked to see what had the most kudos. And then I couldn't put it down.

Instructions Not Included (68k) - Plot heavy but excellent. I loved the writing style of this one; it's so evocative with its metaphors, but without being flowery. Sadly left a few unanswered questions since the sequel was abandoned, but it's still well worth reading. Very realistic progression of feelings between Crowley and Aziraphale (intimacy without sexuality).

The Sandford Flower Show (E) (46k) - This was a bit of a painful read with flashbacks to ancient Egypt, but it's very good. Many feels. (Higher sex-drive than I generally prefer for canonverse, so note that E rating.)

Canon Divergent - short

Slow (9.3k) - Adam assumed Crowley and Aziraphale were married and restored the bookshop with a marriage certificate on the wall. Miscommunication and sweetness ensues.

Human AUs - long (modern day)

It took me a while to warm up to the idea of reading AUs, since the immortal natures and powers of Crowley and Aziraphale are so integral to their characters (also I personally don't seek out fanfics for the smut and the highly rec'd ones are nearly always Explicit). But after seeing Slow Show in particular recommended so often, I finally gave it a go. Yes, the human versions of the characters are always different in varying ways, but I've found it really fascinating to see the different ways characters, scenes, and lines get reinterpreted in AUs and have now read way more of them than I expected to.

Slow Show (E) (95k) - I have never in my life read anything (fanfic or otherwise) as emotionally intense as Slow Show. This fic is all lust and angst and I physically felt the agony of it for days while I read. While other fics are also explicit, this is the most mature and "adult" feeling with its themes. Yes this fic is recommended a lot, but its reputation is well earned. However, that said, I wouldn't say it's my favorite.

Old Vines (E) (189k) - Excellent slow burn. This one really captures the aspect of them both being anxious/frustrated under contractual obligations, wishing they could be freer to do their own thing. Truly gratuitous descriptions of all aspects of wine, from growth, production, tasting, and quantity consumed. I learned a lot. Was also actually really inspired by Aziraphale's journey in this.

Or Be Nice (E) (151k) - I wasn't sure I'd like this one at first, but I'm glad I went for it. It's more a character study than a drama. Well done progression from enemies to lovers, and some of the very best conversational dynamics (if a bit of ngk overuse). This one highlights the petty/mischievous sides of Crowley and Aziraphale that are rarely found in fanfics, and the execution is delightful. Loved Anathema in this also.

stalwart sun, wily moon (370k) - (What, a non-explicit long AU??) This fic is amazing. Yes, long, it could use some editing to cut back a tad tbh, but still, amazing. Heist AU with an intriguing plot and life or death stakes. Characters and side characters all really well done, incorporates everything from the botched baby swap to the Great Plan and more. Amazing. Really. Only fic I've bought a physical printing of.

Talk about the weather (81k) - (Technically not explicit but yeah no they have sex.) Weatherman/stormchaser AU. They have an Arrangement. The premise of this one was weird for me because I headcanon Crowley as disliking the rain, but it's good. Not the typical characterizations you see in fics, which was really refreshing. Finally! Someone who remembers Aziraphale is kind of a bastard who doesn't say what he means, and someone who lets Crowley be happy and confident instead of a nervous wreck!

on the same page (E) (117k) - They're both writers. A very good execution of your classic fake marriage. Some lush metaphorical prose. Excellent characterizations on our pair, and the setup preceded by 6 years of intense yearning was just perfect. I do wish the side characters had gotten more fleshed out.

Married at First Sight (146k) - This premise is so silly (though then again the TV show does really exist), but it's actually really well done. The feels nearly made me cry.

Human AUs - long (historical)

On Espionage and Prophecy (E) (133k) - Take the first season 1941 flashback and make it a novel-length human AU. Aziraphale's a bookseller and Crowley's a spy working with him to double-cross the double-crossing Nazis. I will say the plot contrivance sometimes requires a bit of suspension of disbelief, but that's okay, it's fun and has some great pining.

Half Agony, Half Hope (E) (31k) - Regency era AU, but it's not all Jane Austen fantasy-land. We've got some real history lessons here, highlighting the political struggles of the time. This one's on the short side, but doesn't really feel like it; time passes behind the scenes, so the relationship doesn't feel rushed. Overall it's excellent and really deserves more love.

Human AUs - short

On the Ethics of Asking Your Professor on a Date (7.4k) - I kinda wish this one was a bit better with the showing vs. telling in places, but I still found it really charming.

Postcards From Paris (12k) - Crowley starts receiving postcards from an A.Z.F. meant for the previous tenant, and after awhile gets a chance to write back. Very sweet.

Miscellaneous AU - short

air conditioned, love unconditional (8.8k) - AU where Aziraphale is a ceiling fan and Crowley is an air conditioning unit. Look, it's adorable, okay? (though the ending is kinda silly)

Speaking in Code (8.9k) - Cute queer Outsider POV. Aziraphale and Crowley become college professors in their retirement. Arguably canon compliant, but I'm calling it an AU since I don't really see it happening. A+ for the accurate gender treatment on Aziraphale.

#this list subject to edits as I encounter more #will take more recs if you like these vibes #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic rec #ineffable husbands

[machinecreature]

Hi!! :D

Please tell us everything that we need to know about Joe and Troy. ☺️

I know absolutely nothing about them but am SO WILLING to sit here and listen to true stories about them!!!

my time HAS COME >:)

when i started watching the nfl seriously a couple years ago i jokingly was like, lol there's something going on between joe buck and troy aikman. and i quickly then realized, wayament.. there totally actually is.

joe buck is an american football commentator for the nfl (previously he also did baseball but just does football now). he's the son of a legendary sports broadcaster (nepo baby!!) and is kind of polarizing i guess bc he's a bit goofy and some people don't like how he commentates. i first got exposed to him for baseball when i got into baseball in 2016 and i happen to like his voice and how he carries himself. i like silly bitches idk. he's been doing nfl broadcasts since 1994.. he was employed by fox for his whole career until moving to espn in 2022. also he's addicted to hair plugs and has a podcast called "daddy issues" ...make of that what you will.

troy aikman is a former nfl quarterback for the cowboys who does color commentary on nfl broadcasts, also for over 20 years now. he and joe have been partners in the broadcast game for 22 years. i think everyone likes troy. he can also be goofy but in a way that's less annoying than joe to ppl? idk but he's a great football mind. and an all-american hottie, i mean.

bro looks the exact same lmaooo anyway

troy joined fox in 2001 and started working with joe in 02. at first the booth also included cris collinsworth, but eventually cris left, probably because he was sick of being a third wheel.

so over the years joe and troy became a formidable broadcast pairing but also became...CLOSE FRIENDS! how did they become close friends and develop chemistry you ask...

uh ok. ok aight

also they bonded bc they're only 2 years apart in age, were married at similar times andd having children at the same time and then uh *checks notes* Divorce, uh they bonded over divorcing their wives at the same time.

heaps of praise, they r always praising each other alright....

so years go by, they call super bowls together, they have these lil flirty moments in front of america on the lord's day ffs, they get caught criticizing the military propaganda complex when they thought their mics were off (kings!), they become the subject of endless memes, & general mischief -- the stuff that really bonds men together, you know.

a break for pics thru the years

so, we come to the end of the 2021 season.

troy's contract was up. joe still had a year on his fox contract and was by all accounts going to stay. he appeared on a podcast and heaped praise on troy and also didn't like thinking about him potentially not being his broadcast partner. :(

"he knows how i feel. i don't want him going anywhere." plssss

but troy decided not to renew with fox and to go to espn's monday night football. the sense i get is fox not really being willing to pay what he was worth at that point lol. and he basically just chose to put it out there into the world, "hey joe, follow me"

and very quickly after that (like i think days or weeks it truly wasnt long) ......fox decided to let joe out of his contract😭

so really it was never a question whether or not they'd go together i guess. and that quote is cute to me idk. see what i mean joe is a lil goofy but i like that.

so, for the 2022 nfl season joe and troy settled into their new home on espn. same as it ever was. <3

Awww.

and uh, that's it! that's where we are now! they're happy and in luv!

we shall end with some tweets...

#the way i spent so much time on this lmaooo #izzy has their aaron rodgers is gay presentation and i have this #whomst else is doing it like us #nfl

[saetoru]

I didn’t realize that some parents don’t use terms of endearment with each other until one of my friends stayed over once and heard my dad singing to my mom and she was like ‘your parents are so cute, they seem to really love each other etc’ and I was like that’s normal right? Anyway my parents flirt with each other like they’re a bunch of high schoolers on the regular.

my parents are also rly flirty with each other JSHDHS !! they are very cute they’re like the old arguing couple but in an endearing way. but they never rly used terms of endearment bc it’s ?? ig it’s a bit of a culture thing but instead of calling the husband by their name in front of others, usually wives say “____’s father” and the blank is the oldest child’s name

like my aunts all call my uncles “____’s father” with each of my oldest cousins names when they’re around us and only rly use their names in private u know ?? so growing up my mom only ever called my dad as my father or she just said his name and he always just said her name and that was it and they were always happy and playful but they never used pet names

but then my sister was like 8 and she was young so she was always pestering them like “why don’t you call each other honey like on tv ?????” and my parents always found it rly amusing so they did a few times as a joke except the habit stuck and it’s been years and they still call each other honey and my extended family is all just like ???? what are u doing ??? 💀💀 jdjsjdj yeah culture disparities while living in america always make for interesting interactions LOL

#asks!

[becausethathappens]

I know you have written mythical ot4 before and I just watched the ai gmm episode from Tuesday. The ot4 vibes were real strong during the hide and seek portion. It was too cute 🥹. I just love them.

YES. it really was. i love their dynamic so much, especially for the extra flirty vibes it brings out of the guys. 💕🤩

re: the hide and seek segment from GMM 2184

decided to rewatch and list out some highlights:

let’s give ‘em a ring [link fidgets with the ring they all have]

stevie’s fake phone noises

the contrast of “i’m here good morningggg!” and “yup, i’m here.”

hey, behb.

ask questions to “our partner” [little smile]

link recognizing jasper’s cries

rhett trying to clown on link's hint of christy having dogs with her then immediately asking if jessie was alone

jessie laughing at link’s “in a sexy place?” delivery

rhett finding a way to bring things back to cucking

link responding to christy cooing jasper as if it were him

rhett having no comment other than, “yeah, that tracks”

christy’s “no, sir” switch up when link started getting close

rhett throwing a “what are the chances?” in there just bc

link’s snaps when he realized the answer

cocky link in general, “go, rhett, go. it’s over, buddy. it is over.”

the girls cheering/laughing for link together 

rhett trying to “win” by guessing christy's spot before link

link: “the magic trunk. you know the one where we saw each other in half. so hot.” again, what?

rhett accidentally oversharing knowledge of ~the trunk in their bedroom~ "you haven't come in our bedroom" which is both wildly funny 👀 AND sounds so much like her teasing rhett about something he brought up before like a boundary-line drawn in the sand, mock shocked that he'd admit to being there so easily (i said it the day of, but i wrote them having a trunk in their bedroom a while ago, so that was jarring😳)

christy roasting rhett over being wrong and oversharing

jessie jumping in to remind rhett "they don’t have that trunk. we redid their bedroom.” like we all know you fucked that one up rhett nice try

link being proud of christy’s efforts in rehab for her injury

jessie fitting into a cabinet 

rhett looking like damn i actually don't like this, re: not being able to say “i’m a girl” (don't know what you got til it's gone)

link excitedly shouting “i’m a girl” again and again

link addressing them collectively as “so, wives...”

jessie suggesting they do this for fun, just the four of them [rhett smirking and rubbing his neck]

them wanting to do this next date night

“love ya” “byeeee” “love you” all just said at random to anyone

the guys being visibly excited it went well 😩

rhett being vulnerable and saying he wanted to go in the chamber

link's mind jumping to rhett having a partner in the hyperbaric chamber???

#answers #i love them #ot4 #mythical wives #.txt

[oddballwriter]

Hey! This isn’t a request or anything but I’ve been reading your fics and I noticed that when you write Jake he refers to reader as “beba”. Which I’m assuming is him calling the reader “babe” or “baby” in Spanish. So I just wanted to point out that it is usually written as “Bebe” cause “beba” come from “beber” which can mean ‘to drink’. You can also use “bebecita” which kind of translates to ‘babygirl’ but is also used as ‘babe’ but like in a way that means they’re a hottie. Or also “Bebita” which is also like ‘babygirl’ but it’s more like an endearment in a ‘babydoll’ kind of way. Spanish is my first language so I just wanted to mention that, hope I’m not coming off as judgy or anything because I honestly love your fics! You don’t have to change anything In your fics if you don’t want because they’re honestly still amazing but I wanted to bring that to your attention just in case. Have a nice day or night! Your doing amazing either way!

P.s. in sorry for the long ramble

Hi. So I'm hispanic and have relatives who are either fluent or their first language is Spanish. I was sort of aware that beba would be seen as the term "to drink" by native speakers but there's a bit of context towards why I have Jake call the reader that and that's because that's a term of endearment in my family with the men calling their girlfriends/wives that. So that's just the way we say bebe and baby in my family.

I was sort of waiting till someone came in and mentioned it because of this but I still used it just because I just see bebcita, bebita, mi amor, mi vida, and all that being used over and over again, and I get that those are common terms of endearment and that they're still cute. But i just sort of felt like using a term that I know and have grown up hearing a lot.

So yeah. It's cool. I was just sort of using my own term of endearment that I have heard before. I'm not against using those other terms, I just wanted to kind of stick out a bit more.

Also, I think it's kinda flirty with the drink meaning too because then he's kind of calling the reader "a nice glass of something" like a drink of water and something that he can't live without.

#oddball speaks #oddball answers #answering this directly so that others who have noticed it will be aware

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

Chicks & Candy

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: pregnant!reader, a slight misunderstanding, fluffy fluff, flirty wives ofc, not smut but a little soft/steamy make-out sesh

WORDS: 1,104

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: felt #emo while writing this oopsies !!😹😹😹

Sure, you had your reasons to be mad at her. You were pregnant and it was probably the hormones, but she still majorly fucked up with her innocent wording. On top of it, the summer heat always put you on a tightrope just waiting for you to fall, her accidental words just pushed you off of it.

She had come back home from a meeting at the Avengers tower and saw you waddling her way with Alex strolling behind you. “Hi darling!” you draped your arms on her shoulders, “hey you cute little chicken.” she smiled. Oh, how naive. She didn't mean for you to take it the wrong way. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “chicken?” oh God. She heard the change in your tone as you questioned her. “No– it's just that y'know you're like.. a mother chicken and– Alex, he just followed you like a little baby chicken. I–” you glare at her and move your arms off her shoulders, crossing them over your chest. “So, you're saying I look like a bird? A stubby bird with feathers that can't fly properly.” she was done for.

So here she is, contemplating her life decisions as she sat in the car parked in front of the house. “Mama why no home?” the toddler asked Natasha. “It's because.. mommy is upset at mama, buddy.” she huffed as she looked down at the candy in the shopping bag. Blue, green, red, and purple colors of fruit flavored hard candy. You mentioned craving jolly ranchers right before she left for the meeting, and here she is, hoping you forgive her little mistake over candy.

After a few minutes, she decided that you might have calmed down and she left the car with Alex. “Mommy I' home!” that dumb little– Nat, that's your son. Shut up. He padded through the hallway and snuck into your bedroom, “hi sweetie! Mommy missed you, c'mere.” he gave you a gummy grin and crawled into your arms. “Ugh, I hope this one is gonna be as chubby and cute as you.” you mumbled against his cheek as you squeezed him tightly. “I‐ can't breathe–” you let go of him and pinched his chubby little cheek. “Mommy! I' not a baby anymore. I' a big boy!” his complaints and huffs turn into giggles as you tickled him. “Babe?” you peered up at your wife at the doorway. Completely ignoring her presence out of pettiness, you continued tickling the toddler.

“Baby?” you chewed on your inner cheek as you attempted to ignore her once more. “Detka?” you couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped your mouth at her desperation for forgiveness. “What is it, Natty?” you finally met her eyes, “I'm.. sorry. For calling you a chicken.” she handed you a green apple flavored jolly rancher. “It's.. it's okay, darling.” you stifled a laugh as you popped the sweet candy into your mouth. “Alex, honey, there's some candy in the kitchen. Go get some buddy.” he gasped and jumped out of the bed, running towards the kitchen.

“Natasha.. you dirty little– close the door,” she smirked and shut the door close. “I'm sorry for being overly emotional.. I wasn't feeling this way when I was pregnant with Alex.” you spoke up as she sat in bed next to you. “It's okay, moya lyubov, don't apologize.” she grasped your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I hope you know that Alex is.. distracted by a toy car set I left for him in the living room.” she whispered as her gaze flickered down to your lips. “mhm..?” you move over to her lap, “yeah.” she smiled as she nipped at your lips. You felt her tongue glide over your bottom lip, “you're so beautiful, detka..” she rasped as she pulled you in for a slow kiss, tasting the sweetness of the candy in your mouth.

“You think?” you mumbled against her mouth, “well why else would I have gotten you knocked up?” you roll your eyes and lightly punch her on the bicep. It did nothing considering her strength. “oh my God, do you always need to ruin cute moments, Tasha?” she whines as she pushes your body closer to hers, “is the moment back?” she said as her hand rested on your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. “Maybe..” the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft smile. “'Maybe'?” she snaked her arm behind your waist, pushing your breasts against her chest. A silent moan slipped past your lips, “Natasha..” she had a cocky grin on her face as she groped your breast through your clothes. “mm..” she cocked her head to the side and spoke up, “what about cute moments being ruined?” God, why is my wife so insufferable?

“Nat.” you gasped softly as she snuck her hand under your shirt. Well— her shirt that you for that, but she can't get upset at you for that, you being pregnant with her 2nd child is a good enough excuse. You let out a sigh of relief as her cold palm gently rubbed your stomach, soothing your overheated skin. “Does that feel okay? Am I hurting you?” she asks as she continues her gentle movements, “y-yeah.. it feels good, don't worry. Keep going.” you gripped onto her muscular shoulder as her other hand went up your bra. “Natasha.. darling, be gentle.” she peeked up at your face, understanding that she was touching your sensitive areas. “I will, babe, shhh..” she lightly kissed your neck, slowly sucking at your pulse point. You whimpered quietly as your grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Have I ever told you that you look sexy pregnant?” you groaned at her words, “yes, yes you have. My annoying, mood ruining, wife of mine.” she feigned a dramatic gasp, “I don't ruin the mood.” you scoffed. “Two years ago, when I was pregnant with Alex. It was hailing outside and—” you get cut off with a pair of lips over yours, “yeah, yeah, shut up.” she squeezed your waist and locked her lips with yours. Natasha, you bitch. I love you.

“Can someone play cars wif meeeeee?” you heard Alex from the other side of the door. “Nat. Go play cars with my cute little chicken.” you muttered against her lips. “Chicken? So you were pretending to be mad at me.” you giggle as you move off of her lap, “maybe I was, who knows? Now go give our son attention.” she chastely kissed you before leaving the bedroom. “I love you so much.” you smile, “I love you too.”

You wanted him back. Your cute, chubby little chicken.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #say yes to me

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

HII!! Im just redoing this request to make it easier for you lolol I hope today treats you well including for the rest of the week to lolol, but here I go anyways 😓😓 and I want like a hc request

so can you do Enmu, Rengoku and Uzui(with his wives if possible) with a gn! reader who has a yae miko personality from genshin impact??

thank you and I hope this is good!! :D

Sure, I will do my very best on it. I hope you have a good day as well 💙😁

Enmu X Yae Miko! Personality GN Reader Headcanons

You and Enmu has a wonderful relationship despite you being extremely flirty towards him

To others he is a demon no one wants to mess with, but to you he is just a cute little demon

You tease him constantly, making him as red as a tomato

You aren't afraid of teasing him in public either, some demons would tease along with you as well

He also asks you if he can play with your ears and hair, and you will always say yes

When you two cuddle you would always tease him by telling him how cute he is and how much you love him

Rengoku X Yae Miko! Personality GN Reader Headcanons

At first Rengoku thought you were a demon due to your features, but you said to him that you have no intention to hurt humans, and that was when you two became very close

Not only you've became close to Rengoku, you also became surprisingly flirtatious towards him as well

However Rengoku doesn't get flustered when it comes to you flirting with him

He would tease you back which makes you very flustered instead

He will also play with your ears and hair without asking you, which you don't mind him doing

You two would always tease each other endlessly and would always hang out together

Uzui X Yae Miko! Personality GN Reader Headcanons

When you first met Uzui, he looked at you with a confused expression because of your features, but he eventually got used to them and you two became very close

Like Rengoku, Uzui doesn't get flustered easily and will always find a way to tease you back

But unlike Rengoku, he will also call you nicknames to tease you even further

He'll also tease you in front of the other Hashiras as well

The other Hashiras teases you as well, and you get so flustered when you're around them

When you two are alone you guys would always flirt with each other with flirty pick up lines, and Uzui would always come up with the best ones

#genshin impact x gn reader #genshin x gn reader #demon slayer x gn reader #Enmu X GN Reader #Rengoku X GN Reader #Uzui X GN Reader #yae miko #genshin impact yae miko

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! Sending you lots of positive vibes and much love! Also a couple of questions for you for your new ask game:

Demon Slayer or My Hero Academia?

Tanjiro Kamado or Asta?

Zenitsu x Nezuko or Finral x Finesse? (Flirty Guy x Sweet Girl pairings hehe🥰)

Mist Breathing or Love Breathing? (In honor of the new KNY season)

Thank you so much, friend! Cheers!! 💖

Thank you for the vibes, Acacia, they are must appreciated... 💖

Now, to answer your questions!

Show: Demon Slayer. Hngh... I still have a fondness for MHA but for the earlier arcs. The current arc is just... dragging. I miss the simpler days when the students weren't expected to lead the front lines against the Villains. Okay yes, I know Demon Slayer has the same problem of having youths being the main fighters against dangerous foes, but it feels different. I don't know how to explain it, it just does. Also, the way the two medias handle the whole "the enemy is hurt" thing is done better in KnY. When Tanjirou is fighting, he's thinking of fighting and of how cruel demons are for the evil they commit. But once they're defeated and Tanjirou can let his guard down, he softly watches them pass and laments their tragedy (Rui and the Upper Moon 6 siblings in particular). But then Ochaco is in the middle of drowning on Himiko's Twice copies and she's like "I like seeing people happy so I notice when they cry." Like, my child, your life in on the line right now; stop the sympathy and kick some butt right now.

Character: (frantically looks between my two boys like I'm in a burning house and I can only save one) Girl no, this is too mean!/lh I'm sorry Asta. I'm sorry baby boy, I do love you but Tanjirou is who I pick today. Tanjirou is just... a little less yell-y compared to Asta. The boys both share an ability to touch the hearts of others and while I do love how Asta inspires the Bulls and other characters to change, I prefer how Tanjirou inspires people while those characters still get to draw power from other places. Tengen is impressed by Tanjirou but it's his love for his wives and wish to be a better man that keeps him going against Upper Moon 6. Genya and Sanemi... Enough said. Kanao's change of heart was started by Tanjirou but ultimately, it's her bond with her sisters that pushes her through her final battle. I think it's lovely to see Tanjirou be one strengthening aspect to characters, like how everyone Tanjirou meets also strengthens him.

Ship: Ahsiuhfast! You're right! That got those base traits in common! UIehsrt! I think I'll have to pick Finral x Finesse this time around. I do love Zenitsu and Nezuko's wholesomeness. Zenitsu is a young lad in love and is so mushy-gushy about Nezuko. And she's there just kinda taking it in (her subconsciously remembering Zenitsu's sweetness though, that has me all kshasrtuisarht IT'S TOO CUTE DARN IT!) 😂. But Finral and Finesse is so... Ah! It's wholesome as well, since Finral's flirtatiousness doesn't really show around Finesse. It's a little stronger for me since Finesse isn't in a state like Nezuko. She can actively observe Finral and recognize what he's trying to do for her sake. And the fact that she doesn't judge him and simply encourages him as he tries his best. It's so sweet and lovely and ajshgiaushtr!

Other: Yes, in honor of the new KNY season! I pick Breath of Love (yes, I know that's not the actual terminology used in canon but it's what I adopted when I first started reading and while I usually adopt the terminology in canon material, not this time). Breath of Mist is a very cool (ha ha, because mist is... hah... you know...) breath style (oh my gosh the way it was animated was a feast for the eyes) but I prefer Breath of Love for its uniqueness. The way Mitsuri fights is like she's doing a ribbon dance, light and graceful. But she's also in extreme control of her body when she fights. Also, Mitsuri canonically has the coolest weapon in canon which just adds to my love of her breath style.

#questions from the ask box #fully bloomed acacia #soda asides #demon slayer #tanjirou kamado #ralesse #not me thinking that ralesse and nacsele parallel each other #with a sad man trying so hard for his lady love #and the lady love just being like #'i love you regardless but am so happy to see you trying for me' #like babes finesse and josele would get along swell once the curse is broken

[the-void-writes]

Welcome to the Spice Show

I’m trying something a little more my style. Here are some little lists about certain couples from my WIPs and how freaky they can get. Thanks for the confidence boost @bloodlessheirbyjacques 😅

Warning for suggestive content: If you’re under 18 or don’t like this kind of stuff, skip this post.

Javi and Alex:

They have tried every trick and toy that’s been invented over every decade. If you want to know how something works, you ask them.

They like to play games in public, like being out with friends and teasing each other in ways that they know will make them break. The citizens know what’s up when they turn around and they’re both just gone.

Alex would always address Javi as his prince, and he takes that tradition all the way to Paradise. Javi goes crazy for any affirmations about his gender.

But Javi loves to turn the tables. Alex makes the softest, most blissful noises for Javi when he takes the lead, especially whenever they were in Javi’s room during a party. The risk of being caught was kind of exciting for both of them.

They both have small crushes on Gazali, and have a whole arrangement worked out where they can just hop over to the palace to entertain their king. They also develop a crush on Frank, and work out a similar arrangement, but things become much easier after Gaz and Frank get married. Both couples love their own partners dearly, of course, they just have extra love to share.

Gazali and Frank:

The king who’s up for anything as long as it pleases his partner, and the doctor who doesn’t want to admit that he has kinks.

Frank’s got his whole “I don’t deserve love for helping Vesely” thing, and Gazali’s having none of that. He gently coaxes Frank into telling him what he wants, assuring him that he’s worthy of affection.

When Gazali says he’s up for anything, that means anything. If someone gets off on skydiving, he’ll do it. He’s very supportive and excited by his partner’s pleasure.

Frank’s not that hardcore, though. He’s more into playing with different sensations; ropes, silk, feathers, certain toys (not all), the chunky rings that Gazali likes to wear. Javi got him to try hot wax once, but the burn was too much for him.

Praise is Gazali’s off-button. He can sweet-talk all he wants, but if Frank compliments or thanks him, he just melts and begs for more. Frank can’t understand how he has so much power over him.

Roxie and Proteus:

The best way to describe Roxie and Proteus is the android version of Roger and Jessica Rabbit. A gorgeous woman that everyone thirsts over despite her disdain for it, and the man she married because he makes her laugh and he’s the only guy who doesn’t drool over her.

That’s not to say that he doesn’t find her irresistible. He’s in love with her confidence and her attitude, and he always cheers her on when she’s yelling at a disrespectful patron.

Proteus always makes sure that Roxie knows she’s in control. If she needs to stop or do something else, all she has to do is speak up. He would do absolutely anything for his wife.

He loves blindfolds, that’s just how he is. The mystery of what Roxie will do is thrilling to him. Roxie thinks it’s cute because he gets all excited while she’s securing it.

Android anatomy means no mess and no need to breathe, so they can literally go on for as long as they want. Dante might tease them for it, but Roxie will call him out because he would totally stay in his suite for days if he and Will were androids.

Pedra and Josephine:

The pirate wives are so in love with each other. They get distracted by each other all the time. Pedra will be showing Josie how to fence, and they’ll just immediately fall to the floor because seeing the other with a sword is just too hot for them.

Josie is so flirty with her wife because she knows it boosts her confidence to be called soft and feminine things. Pedra still has bouts of dysphoria, even though she’s able to present the way she wants to, just because life and her family really messed with her head. Luckily, Josie knows how to worship her and make her feel like the woman she is.

They have their own boat, which they love to take out on the water whenever they’re in the mood. No one can interrupt them, and it reminds them of the good old days where it was just the two of them sailing the world, and they could be as loud as they wanted.

Back home, they used to sneak off at parties and hide in a side room. Josie can be incredibly quiet, so no one ever suspected anything. And if anyone ever walked in, Josie’s dresses were long enough for Pedra to hide under (which just gave her more room to work).

They don’t have to hide anymore, though. Gazali’s palace has all kinds of guest rooms for his friends, and Pedra and Josie have a nice room overlooking the ocean. They can just sleep over at the palace and wake up the next day for breakfast and Gazali just greets them without batting an eye.

Jason and Henry:

This is where it’s really at. These two are so into each other that the minute Henry finds out Jason’s alive, he runs on foot through miles of forest and sneaks into a highly-secure facility just to sleep with him for the first time in years.

Henry has confidence issues because he’s rather large and squishy, especially compared to Rio, but Jason always assures him that he’s the most gorgeous man there. He loved Rio when they were together, of course, but in his mind, no one could ever compare to Henry’s softness and his goofy energy.

Jason is done hiding his relationships or being insecure about them, so he refuses to hide his affection. He’ll make out with Henry whenever Vesely enters the room, he’ll tell people to call back after he’s made love to his boyfriend, and he’ll announce proudly that he’s going to bed with the most amazing man in the world. The new confidence flusters Henry beyond belief.

Henry is all about service. He wants to care for Jason, to show through every action that he loves and worships him. Some days, he’ll just ask to please Jason without expecting anything in return, but Jason will insist on returning the favor if he wants it. They’re just so in love with each other.

They have definitely done it in Jason’s private office. And the soldier’s locker room. And an abandoned laboratory.

#writeblr #writing community #spicy writing stuff #void spice

[ohhophelie]

when: may 24 - 30 who: fee, ft. @theo-chaussard what: fee actually does something dark and violent!!!!  warnings: drugs, overdoses, other dark violent things

May 24, late

“Ok so,” Ophélie looked at Théo with almost a pleading look, twisting her ring around her finger to keep her hands from shaking. “I have an idea and I think it's a really good one if I can play it right. I really need you to please, like, hear me out fully before saying no or telling me to stay out of things. Please Théo?”

Théo nodded, and Ophélie beamed at him.

“Thank you.” The blonde ran a hand through her curls, then sank into the chair across from him. The gallery was empty, the last patrons having left an hour ago. They would send someone for the painting in the morning, but Ophélie knew better than to let them leave without writing her a check. It now sat on the desk between them, along with several others from the past few weeks when she’d assumed control of their joint endeavor. He looked exhausted, the hollow space between her ribs ached for all they’d lost and all they still might.

Anger was better than grief, anger was better than guilt.

“This,” she set her ipad on the desk, open to the instagram account of a bleach blonde,  “is Everly Astor, American expat, very new money - oil money -  despite the name, her father’s third wife is the daughter of a Russian oligarch.”  

***

“So you like run this place? That is so fucking cute, Fee-Fee, I love!” The American’s voice was shrill, clawing at Ophélie’s already frayed nerves, but she smiled coyly and shrugged.

“I mean I do all the fun stuff.” This was bubbly airheaded Fee, the shallow thing with a lilting, girlish voice and little desire to do anything but play. “Like hosting parties and events, picking out the art, playing with the artists,”  a wicked sort of smirk, “None of like, the business-y stuff,” she waved an errant hand, “Absolutely not interested. But what have you been up to? How was the wedding?”

“Uhg,” Everly groaned, “it was fine, he keeps having ‘em bigger and bigger while his wives get younger and younger.” She rolled her eyes. “But it's like whatever makes y’all happy. She keeps tryin’ to like, be besties with me and invite me out with all her scary skinny Eastern European model friends. They are actually super fun and flirty though, we literally never pay for anything. So I’ve just started hanging out with them without her. Daddy will replace her in two years anyway so what’s the point?”

“Love that for you, honestly,” Ophélie laughed, and it felt hollow. “We’ve literally already forgotten her name.”

***

“Pierce St. James went to school with Gaël,” Ophélie opened the next account to show Théo, “He has a weakness for pretty girls and boys,very much playing the pseudo-intellectual starving artist trope when in reality his parents seem to think throwing money at him will fix his drug habit.”

***

“I cannot believe G is engaged,” Peirce was classically beautiful, almost irritatingly so. Ophélie let him pull her close, an arm casually wrapped around her shoulders. She even managed to smile instead of flinch when he touched her.

“I know, he’s already being such a bridezilla, to the surprise of absolutely no one,” this wasn’t one of her usual haunts, AU and Vixen too full of pain and anger from those she loved for her to effectively play the part she needed to. To be the girl who didn’t care, who didn’t wake up screaming and burn with such anger. “He wants like, five ‘pre nuptial’ festivities, as befitting the token gay Redgrave. His words, not mine.”

Pierce tossed his head back and laughed with such genuine ease it almost startled her. She joined a heartbeat too late and she almost convinced herself it sounded real.

“I’m sure you will throw five absolutely spectacular parties, O, don’t stress your pretty little head.” She allowed him to ruffle her hair. “You always have the very best shit anyway, one day I will get your connection’s contact information, count on it.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ophélie smiled sweetly, lacing a bit of promise into her words. “It is far more amusing to me for you to try and convince me, when you know I always share the goodies they find me.”

***

“Our third and fourth contestants are Stuart and Marina Gray; she trained in St. Petersburg and was with the Royal Ballet until last year when they eloped. I think we talked about it then,” she tilted her head to the side trying to remember as she showed Théo the last account she had pulled up. “Yeah, it was like a whole big thing because she was incredible, like, poised to be the next big star. Anyway they both rely on drugs - her to stay skinny and him to stay interesting. He might also be in a bit of financial trouble, and she’s told nearly everyone about it.”

***

“To London’s youngest retiree and a year of wedded bliss!” Stuart and Marina were too high to catch the casual cruelty in Ophélie’s voice, and happily returned her toast.

“Bliss sounds so boring, we aren’t that boring yet!” Marina looked at her husband pointedly, he shifted in his seat, taking a long sip of the champagne Ophélie bought them.

“Of course not, darling, weren’t we just out with your friends the other day? I am way more interesting than the old men who follow them around.”

“Who needs interesting when you have wealth?” Marina snapped back at him, and Ophélie laughed like this was all a fun little game they played regularly.

“An old married couple already,” Ophélie teased, “once you stop arguing I have a very belated wedding gift.”

***

“Through extensive, stimulant-fueled social media sleuthing that would make MI-6 proud, I have confirmed that all of them are individually connected to and frequently party with women who I would bet my life savings work for that Russian pimp as her b girls, I think they are called. You know - the talent-less wannabe vixens that they don’t actually give a shit about?”

“Also,” Ophélie continued quickly, she was nearing the crux of her proposal and slipping close to nervous rambling. “They all individually know me, and believe I have this excellent drug dealer who I am very protective of. But being the generous and delightfully fucked up little disaster socialite they all think I am, I am always willing to get extras for my friends.”

“Everyone knows that I am a coke girlie, but we have been known to dabble in other things.” She avoided his eyes here, knowing he wouldn’t exactly like how far she was willing to put herself at risk for them. So she wouldn’t tell him all that she tried on herself to see how noticeable the difference was between the MDMA her contacts were used too and that which was laced with something extra. Just a taste, nowhere near the amount that would seriously endanger her - the amount she planned to use.

“I promise I have a point,” Ophélie looked back up at Théo. “My friends, and I’m using that term very loosely, always ask for extra whenever they are going to be with the b girls, apparently their mistress keeps them on a tight leash and they have to go outside of the family if they want to partake.”

“So, my proposal is that I, through one or more of my contacts, provide them with laced drugs. I was thinking MDMA with Fentanyl. I’ve got the dosage figured out for maximum damage. And when a dozen or so young women overdose at the same club on the same night, it will be detrimental to their business. Not only because they lost those girls, but also who’s going to go to a club where all that shit happened?”

She took a breath, the first one in what felt like a few minutes.

“If we need revenue to do things, then so do they. And this isn’t something like destroying a building where there’s insurance. If this goes the way I hope then it will take time to recover.”

Théo’s face grew brighter as Ophélie spoke, giving him more of a smile than he had in what felt like weeks. He appreciated the thought that went into it, the research (he had used social media for similar purposes and could appreciate how much time was spent when it never looked that way), and the fact they were going after the money. Going after people, that was a given, but people were replaceable. But the money? That was much harder to replace once it was gone.

“Do you think that you can use your connections after to do more damage? Spread a few extra rumors, just for extra impact. The drugs are a fantastic idea, and I think you’re in a very special position with these connections of yours to do more damage on this scene than we could.”

Ophélie blinked, almost in shock.

“Really?” She barely let herself hope that he’d consider her plan upon asking him to listen, and this? This was more than she’d even considered. “I mean probably - no, definitely. I have more connections, these were just the people that made the most sense for this thing.”

She took a deep breath and let herself feel that glimmer of possibility.

“So you’re saying yes? I can do it?”

“I am giving you a tentative yes, but I have a few more questions,” Théo nodded, “more of a let’s workshop it than any of these are full deal-breakers. I just want to know how are we going to make sure that this doesn’t turn into everyone dying. It’s war, as much as I hate it, we can justify a few deaths because technically they are a product as disgusting as it is to say about a human. But most of the B-girls are human trafficking victims. I just want to make sure we’re not turning this into a mass casualty event. That might get the wrong eyes looking at where those drugs came from, where normally OD’s and a bad reputation aren’t going to do anything but damage the business.”

“Ok yes, anything.” Her enthusiasm was almost overwhelming, but she bottled it up, like all things. At his questions her face fell into a mask of cold cruelty.

“Mass casualty? Like when they walked into a fucking hospital and repeatedly shot people I love? Or is this more of an argument for their innocence? Like I was innocent the Halloween before last, and instead targeted and brutalized for my fucking name and nothing more?”

She’d suddenly become almost preternaturally still, the only movement her fingers lightly trailing the scar that still figured prominently across her chest, its mate only recently masked by the peony tattooed down her spine. The peony Varden helped her design.

“They are distant enough that it won’t be instantly connected to us. And even if it does get back to me, none of these contacts know of my involvement with you all, so the organization will be safe.” Unspoken - I will take the fall.

“Fee,” Théo quietly said, taking her hand and squeezing it, “what they did to you was horrific. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts about it. But we’re better than that.  If they get to the hospital there’s a chance that they’ll be able to properly get out. The Russians will still be hemorrhaging their money, the club's reputation will be in pieces, they’ll be losing their B-girls. Maybe one will even leak Zhanna’s name in an attempt to get safety. And that’s all your plan. I just care about you and having that many deaths on your conscience, it’s not easy. It can haunt you, and that’s not me saying that you’re fragile because you’re so much stronger than I think you even give yourself credit for. It’s so easy to lose yourself when all you want is revenge, and honestly, after losing Noa, I don’t think that I can handle losing another person who I look at like a sister.”

But we’re better than that.

“I’m not.” She stood quickly, pulling her hand from his and turning away to pace the small office as the rest of Théo’s words sank into her skin. “I’m not better than that, because I don’t know how else to convince everyone that I’m here and that I’m all in. I’ve tried other ways and been told I would only get in the way.” Ophélie wouldn’t look at him, couldn’t - her hands combing quickly through her hair as Étienne’s rebuke echoed through her mind.

“I don’t know how else to convince everyone I love that I am here to stay. I know I ran last year and I know I shouldn’t have. But it doesn’t matter, I don’t want it to matter. Because if I hadn’t met Paul, if I hadn’t been brought into this group, this family - I don’t know who I would be right now, I don’t even know if I’d still be around.”

“You didn’t know me then but like, Théo, I was a fucking mess as a teenager and in uni. To this day I am shocked I made it this far. And I know that, without you all, and if I’d done what I was supposed to do - I’d be married off to some politician who resents me, who once tried to push me down the fucking stairs because I was 23 and reckless and kissed his rival. And I would hate myself and my life.”

“So no, I am not better than mass murder. I would burn this fucking city to the ground if it meant that the people I loved were safe, and that they knew how much they meant to me.”

It was a sentiment that Théo understood well, one that he had felt so many times since he had found out about the attack on the hospital. Truly he wanted to burn the city to the ground too, for all the hurt it had caused them. Noa would have wanted them to do as much damage as possible, everyone was in mourning, hurting, trying to find a way to make it feel somewhat better. And as much as he hated doing it to victims, sometimes people had to be a means to an end.

“Do it,” he finally said after a few seconds of thought. Théo had always been softer than most in his position, maybe it was time he changed too. “Think about what I said, but do what you think is right. But if Sofie asks, the deaths were accidental. Understood?”

“Fuck.” The reminder of Sofie and her own too familiar past with those Ophélie might endanger hit her. The blonde sank back into the chair, all fight fleeing her body at once. “I forgot about that.”  

Fuck. Théo supported her. He really did. She saw the violence flash in his eyes, the danger etched upon the soul of one she loved as brother, and finally beheld him for the threat that he was - the thing that had earned him that ring. And he would back her, would fight for her plan and support her - it was so much more than she was prepared to feel.

Ophélie swallowed a sob and then looked at him - gray eyes more akin to silver flames.

“You’re right,” she whispered, “I wouldn’t be able to handle that much death, you all know I’m an emotional disaster anyway.” Ophélie shook her head and blinked back tears.

“Okay but what if I decrease the dosage of fentanyl but increase the time frame, and instead of just using one of the connections - we use them all. Sustained, longer term impact. I can make it so it’s not as fatal but still harmful to people who haven’t got a tolerance.”

***

She started with Peirce.

He’d always had a thing for her. It was almost too easy - despite the fact that she needed two glasses of wine before she felt calm enough to text him. By the time he responded and made his way to her place, Ophélie had fully settled into the shell of the girl he expected her to be. All smiles and laughter, playful airy flirtation and that almost ephemeral affect of never quite being fully focused on the present. The dark and twisty bits, all those sharp edges and messy anger were locked away; bottled up and shoved down into that deep part of her that was the well of unwanted emotion. She sometimes wondered if she’d ever find the bottom.

She laughed at his jokes and did not think about loss. He played right into her hand, practically tripping over himself for a bit of the MDMA she said her source had around, and conveniently offered to take it off her hands when she complained about having too much. And because she was nothing if not committed, Ophélie even convinced him to try a bit with her, right then, to fully seal it. She knew which ones were safe, of course, but the high was still tainted with a low beat  of anxiety - what if she’d fucked it up? What if he saw right through her? What if? What if? What if?

They finished off the wine and she got her pulse under control.

She let him kiss her and felt an echo of guilt, like it was something she’d forgotten. She kissed him back and carved out the guilt. It was hard to be engaging, enthralling, when one felt like an open wound. When she took him to her bed, when she looked up at his heartbreakingly beautiful face and saw only greed and arrogance - Ophélie decided she no longer cared what happened to him beyond her own purposes. Still, she let him fuck her. She did not let him stay the night.

When he was gone she went back to the roof. Not for vertigo and grief, but the sobering silence of the still cool spring nights. The next ones would be easier, particularly now that she’d gotten over that unfortunate moral dilemma about involving people in a war they had no idea existed. She thought of Noa & Dan, of the children they’d never get to see grow up and all the love and life they should have had. She felt their absence like a haunting, and it was suddenly easy to justify her choices.

Everly only needed an extended lunch and five mimosas, her desperation to impress her new found model friends doing little to mask the deeply seeded daddy issues manifesting in her need to outdo his third wife. Ophélie was only three mimosas in, sober enough to recognize the hypocrisy in her own judgment but far past caring. She played the generous friend well enough, it seems, that Everly didn’t even take her up on the offer to sample them before slipping the tablets into her purse.

They made promises to do this once a month, at the very least, and Ophélie knew she wouldn’t see Everly again.

Somewhere between numb and tipsy, her anger so smothered under that mask that she couldn't even summon an ember of it to hold on to, she sought out Olivier. His own rage burned hotter and darker than hers, and they spent the afternoon in bed where he skillfully coaxed out the real Ophélie until she could finally feel something again.

She always asked Olivier to stay the night.

Marina and Stuart were the easiest, or maybe it was just that she no longer cared what happened to the people it was convenient to use. She’d been playing the volatile couple off each other for weeks now, ever since she first considered her grand plan. Careful messages meant to look thoughtless, some well placed rumors, and three separate happy hours/cocktail parties (one with him, one with her, and one with them both) - and Ophélie had them. After slipping them the tablets - seriously it's nothing, my connection had way too much and then gave me way too much, I know you’re good for it, just get me next time - they both texted her separately asking to know if she got any more.

That night, for the first time in what felt like months, Ophélie did not wake from a nightmare.

***

May 30

Monday, she’d argued, was not the best day for the type of business her targets were involved in. But the general chaos of the broader French plan won her over. The initial shock would only make the long run damage she willed upon them that more effective.

A part of her, a very very tiny, incredibly reckless and utterly stupid part of her, considered going to see it for herself. Security at these sorts of venues had been an issue she and Théo had to reckon with but they decided the odds were in their favor with a greater number of contacts. So Ophélie knew that her walking into The Basement (what a gauche name for a club, really what was the thought process here, what vibe were they going for) would likely end with a gun to her head, or worse. Still - for the space between seconds, she let herself consider going and watching her own triumph or failure.

Instead, Ophélie stuck to socials. By now she knew intimately who to follow and what to watch for this kind of news - all through burner accounts of course which may or may not have initially been created to stalk her own fans/haters. She felt like a live wire, liable to spark at any moment with her anticipation and anxiety. It was the lack of control that bothered her the most. She’d created this plot, neutered and crafted it almost lovingly to the most effective damage, but now she had to watch it unfold out of her hands - at the whims of people and forces she did not know.

She paced, her restless energy jerking at every sound  from her phone or ipad. She regretted waiting it out alone. She would have driven any company mad with her pacing and questions and stress.

Then the rumors came in, the messages in various groups, the vague instagram stories and tiktoks. Ophélie gave herself one minute to luxuriate in this feeling of utter success, to bask in the power trip of her manipulations. After the minute was done she texted Olivier to come over. Then she texted Théo.

Ophélie: unconfirmed reports have 1 or 2 down at vorya and 3 (!!!!!!) down at the basement Ophélie: which is a shitty fucking name for a club but i digress Ophélie: did i actually maybe pull this off théo?

#self para tag tbd #we told you this was melodrama | development #this is long af but i warned yall #the fee plot! we are very proud of her #its mostly rambling #apologies in advance