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cntloup · 2 months

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RetiredHusband!Simon x Wife!Reader HCs

18+ MDNI fluff, nsfw, pregnancy

After he retires, he'd settle at home. He does most of the housework when you're at work, but you love the times you spend with him doing mundane stuff, and you'd feel bad if you left all that work to him, so you have a laundry day when you both work together, but it almost always ends with you on the washing machine and him between your legs. Or your elbows on the washing machine and him behind you.

He's a great cook. He makes some simple but exquisite dishes. In the military, he had to tolerate the bland MREs (idk how they taste but they look awful), so when he was back home, he'd learn to make some tasty meals for himself when he was living alone. And then for you when you came into his life. Your mouth starts to water at the delightful smell the moment you walk into the house. If you mention that you've been gaining some weight because of his delicious food, he'd honestly love it. He'd constantly touch the plush of your hips and belly, lightly squishing them with his hands while kissing you. He's happy that you like his food and you're well-fed and healthy.

Maintenance and repairs. He's excellent with his hands and understanding how things work, so the moment you notice something needs fixing, he’s on it. Most of the time you don’t even notice it cause he’s already done it when you were gone. He wouldn’t let it bother you even a second. If you ever find him working under the sink or in the garage working on his car, you’re in for a show. The way his muscles flex while working with a wrench, or when he manhandles a heavy object, his dirty greasy hands, sweat dripping down his forehead and his shirt sticking to his body, his pecs and abs visible to your hungry eyes, get you drooling and squeezing your thighs together. He gets super cocky if he notices (he always does), even more than usual.

He makes sure to always have some fresh flowers on display in the living room and your favorites on your vanity table. Sometimes he stands by the door with a flower behind his back to give it to you when you walk in. He even learns how to make flower crowns and how to braid hair with flowers from youtube videos. After a few hours of grunting and groaning in frustration when he messes up, he finally masters the art. Only for his lovely wife.

At the end of the day, if you're both in the mood and not too tired, he makes love to you while holding your hand, your wedding ring glinting in the moonlight, a pillow placed under your hips so you'd feel more comfortable and he'd be able to hit that sweet spot inside you that makes those beautiful moans which he adores tumble through your lips. He praises you throughout the whole session, soft I love you's falling from his lips and calls you "my wife" and "Mrs. Riley" while slowly rolling his hips into yours.

He always cums inside. You love the feel of his thick warm cum inside your womb, and the thought of carrying his child makes you go absolutely feral. He'd love to have a family with you, the image of your belly swollen with his child stuck in his mind as his thrusts get harsher and more erratic, grunting out how he's gonna breed you. Your pussy flutters and tightly clenches down on him as the words leave his mouth.

After you announce your pregnancy, he’s glued to your side. And more handsy. He's always got a hand on the small of your back, your belly, randomly kissing your temple and forehead. He's just so happy to have you. And now you’re having a child?! He's over the moon! He's always by your side when you need him, rubbing your back and holding your hair out of the way when morning sickness kicks in, holding you in his arms when you cry, reassuring you and softly cooing praises into your ear if you’re nervous about giving birth and being a good parent.

If you still go to work while pregnant, he’s got everything ready for you at home. All the housework is done, your favorite food is ready on the table, bath is also ready with your favorite oils and bath salts. You won’t lift a finger at home. Not on his watch. When you walk through the door, exhausted and body aching, he’s there to carry you to bed for a massage. He'll rub the sore muscles of your feet and gently massage your swollen tummy. If he feels a kick, he’ll grin so wide and rub your belly to feel it again, but he stops if you wince in pain, mumbling “sorry” and kissing you so sweetly. He'll give you a bath, delicately washing your tired body, his hand resting on your belly and placing soft kisses on your lips in between your rants about work and what a tough day you had. He watches you with so much love and adoration evident in his gorgeous eyes while you talk, admiring you. He's just so happy to have a little family of his own :)

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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“Are you gonna be a good girl?” || Young President!Coriolanus Snow x reader

Summary: Coryo's friends have always been and probably will always be condescending towards you. When you refuse to stay home when he invites them over for dinner, you become aware of the intricate control that Coriolanus has skillfully woven around you, highlighting a sense of submission in your actions.

Warnings: reader smoking, age gap (r is 18 and Coryo is 25), manipulative, controlling, toxic!coryo, power dynamic, condescending behaviour,

Wc: 740

A/n: crap summary but i kinda got inspired by Priscilla and I lowkey imagined cailee as Priscilla in this but u don’t have to. I LOVE THIS MOVIE SM 😭 also pretend Arachne is still alive.

"I want to visit my family later today, Coryo," you mention, casually flicking the ashes from your cigarette into the nearby ashtray. Coryo looks up from his newspaper, his gaze fixed on you. “What?”

"I want to see my family later today," you repeat, "I haven’t seen them in weeks." The sentiment is laced with a tinge of longing. With a cigarette delicately held between meticulously manicured nails, your painted lips articulate the words, the smoke swirling into the air.

A hush settles in the air until Coryo’s voice breaks the silence, his tone void of emotion. “You can’t. Not today,” he asserts, his attention returning to the newspaper. Your eyes fixate on him. “And why not?” You try not to raise your voice, but a hint of urgency slips through.

"Because, sweetheart, we have guests coming over for dinner." You roll your eyes. "And I want you here, yes?" he adds, pointing to you. “Who’s coming?” Coriolanus sighs deeply, dismissing the question with, “Does it matter?”

“Yes, it does matter. Who’s coming, Coryo?” Your tone grows more agitated. He casually shrugs, “Just a few of my friends, that’s all.” The harsh stubbing out of your cigarette emphasizes your displeasure.

"Your friends?" you question, annoyance evident in your tone. Sensing your irritation, he casually discards his newspaper to the side. “Yes, does that bother you?” he spat in response, his words carrying a tinge of defiance.

You let out an exasperated laugh, “You know how I dislike your friends, Coryo. They’re horrible to me!” You grip the armchair tightly, leaning towards him. You can practically feel the irritation radiating off you.

Coriolanus dismissively rolls his eyes. “Please. They’re not horrible to you. You’re being dramatic—” The room is charged with tension as your hand forcefully slams on the table. “Yes. They are. They belittle me, Coryo!” The weight of your words hangs in the air, your chest heaving from the emotional intensity of the outburst.

It's true. Whenever you're around Coriolanus' friends, it's hard not to notice the condescending vibe they throw your way, the snarky comments about anything and everything about you.

The memory of your wedding day remains vivid in your mind, etched with indelible images of raised eyebrows and skeptical glances from all of Snow's friends as you walked down the aisle. The collective gaze left you with a lingering sense of embarrassment. You were only 17, and he was 24.

You were well aware of the swarm of thoughts buzzing through their minds every time they saw you with Coriolanus. According to them, you were too young, too naive, too quiet, and perhaps even too unintelligent to hold the title of First Lady.

The unsolicited opinions seemed to echo a common sentiment: Coriolanus should have chosen someone closer to his age, someone who shared more similarities with him.

Conversations with his friends were always filled with subtly belittling comments that Coryo either didn't notice or chose to ignore.

Arachne stood out as the harshest among them all. Her comments, in particular, were cutting and had a way of driving you out of the room, often leaving you with tears streaming down your face.

In their eyes, you were just weak. A wife who sat there and looked pretty. But you were more than that, you knew that, hell, even Coriolanus knew that, but he never spoke up.

"They just like to tease you. Don't be so sensitive," he scoffs, the nonchalance in his tone amplifying your frustration. You gnaw at your lips as Coriolanus rises with a sigh, leisurely stretching his neck before heading to the nearby table to pour himself a glass of alcohol.

"I don't want to be here," you whisper loud enough for him to hear you. "I want to see my family, Coryo," your voice trembling with the urgency of your plea. "You can't deny me of seeing my own family," you exclaimed, the words escaping your lips with an urgency that surprised even you.

His response was swift, harsh. He took hold of your chin, his fingers digging into your flesh as he forced you to look at him. "You are to stay here, do you hear me?" he commanded, his voice cutting through the air.

The forcefulness of his grip left you momentarily breathless. Your attempt to pull away was futile as his gaze bore into you, a mix of anger and expectation in his eyes. Tears welled up, blurring your vision as a wave of helplessness washed over you.

As your gaze meets his with glassy, doe-like eyes, Coriolanus can't help but be overcome with a sense of remorse. His hold gently eases, his fingers transitioning from your chin to delicately trace the pad of his thumb along your cheekbone.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and stay, hm?" His voice was softer now. You swallow hard and you find yourself nodding, silently surrendering to the intricate web of control that Coriolanus deftly wove around you.

Coriolanus tenderly brushes away a stray tear that had dared to escape, his touch as soft as a fleeting whisper. Leaning in, he draws closer to your face, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. The warmth of the kiss lingers for a brief moment, a delicate embrace, before he gently withdraws. "Now, go get ready," he says, his back turned to you as he pours himself another glass as you wordlessly leave.

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loviingpedri · 9 months

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seven days a week

prompt: jude spoils you during your birthday week

warnings: grammar issues, cursing

credits to owners for all of the images

inspired by jungkook’s seven

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sunday

“it’s your birthday week!” jude ran into your shared bedroom in excitement as he heard you waking up.

“jude, my birthday isn’t until saturday.” you couldn’t help but smile at him jump. it was your fourth birthday being spent with him. he made you feel like everyday was your birthday, but this week was gonna be even better.

“that doesn’t matter. you’re finally turning 20! i have so much planned for this week,” he hurried into the closet to grab your clothes for today. “first activity is in 2 hours. come on, get ready.”

“i’m sure you have a lot, but you know i can wait until saturday.” you slowly climbed out of your bed to brush your teeth.

“are you always this boring during your birthday?”

finally, you successfully made it into the car. jude refused to tell you where you were going. the secret made you nervous. you wondered if you could stand being this anxious everyday.

“close your eyes. we’re almost there.” you put your hands over your eyes. jude made sure you weren’t peeking. you were bouncing your leg up and down in anticipation. soon, you heard the engine turn off and the driver’s door open. shortly after he closed his door, yours open. he grabbed your arm gently to get you out of the car. you walked for a little bit before coming to a full stop.

“you can open.” opening your eyes and getting your vision fully in tact, your mouth flew in awe. standing in front of you was your favorite breakfast restaurant that costed almost thousands.

“holy shit, there is no way you called 2 months ahead for a reservation here.”

“yes, i did. do you not wanna go?”

“fuck yeah i do, lets go!”

after your food came out, you hurriedly and ate everything. not one penny was wasted during your breakfast.

“thank you for this. i know how hard it is to get in here.” letting out a loud sigh from the amount of food you just consumed.

“i’m not done yet.” he reached in his back pocket. he revealed a small pouch in his hand. you wiggled your eyebrows at him.

“what’s this?” he urged you to grab it. after opening the small pouch, an anklet decorated with diamonds was laying right in front of you. “jude, this is too much.” you carefully picked it up with a bright smile.

“you deserve it. i mean, you literally moved to madrid with me. it’s least i can do.”

“thank you. seriously. i can’t believe i will have 100,000 on my ankle.” you carefully put the anklet back in the pouch before anyone could notice.

“don’t thank me yet, this is just the beginning.”

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monday

you woke up to a note on your nightstand

i have to do an interview after practice. love you. special delivery at 2 :)

after doing your normal routine, 2 pm rolled around around quickly. on the dot, there was a knock on the door. hurrying from the couch, you opened the door wide.

"hello, this is for ms. y/n bellingham." ms. y/n bellingham. something you've never thought of.

"thank you so much." you carried the giant bouquet of red roses inside and shut the door. you grabbed your phone for a picture and texted jude.

jude <3

thank you for the roses :)

you're welcome! don't

forget to open the box

before opening the box, you posted it to your story.

y/n.l/n has added to their story

it took awhile to find the box in the roses. after digging for ages, you finally found it. opening the box, a shiny golden watch was staring at you. you wore it and immediately felt the weight of it. you couldn’t believe the sight.

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tuesday

being woken up with a pair of diamond earrings were the least thing you expected. hell, you loved it. your boyfriend spoiled you rotten. your phone was currently blowing up with notifications about jude’s interview.

the interview

“so jude, i heard that you were planning something special this saturday.”

“yes, i am. this saturday is my girlfriend’s birthday. i wanted this day to be very special.” he smiled while thinking about you.

“special occasion. what’s your gift?”

“well, i can’t exactly say it but i have been giving her gifts everyday.”

you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. jude was everything to you.

“someone is rather smiley today.” jude hugged your waist and kissed your shoulder.

“this is the best week ever.” you flashed your pearly white teeth at him trying to contain the excitement for the next few days.

“be careful with that smile. you’ll wake up with an afterglow.” jude winked at you before lifting you up to the bedroom.

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wednesday

jude drove you to a fine dining restaurant for dinner. you relaxed in the passenger’s seat. he managed to ease your mind even when nothing was happening. it was the way that your relationship could easily glide.

after walking to your table, you never expected to see your parents.

“oh my god, what are you guys doing here?” you hugged them both.

“we decided to surprise you. all jude’s idea, of course. we can’t let you spend your first birthday in madrid without a party.” your mom said before hugging you tighter.

you constantly pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. this week felt too perfect. during dinner, jude was fidgeting with your hand. soon enough, a bracelet magically appeared on your wrist. the collection of jude’s devotion was coming along perfectly.

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thursday

you heard jude wake up early. you decided to not think about it. until a thought appeared in your head. it was thursday and practice started late that day. after brushing your teeth and spamming jude’s phone, the front door opened. you bolted downstairs immediately.

“no fucking way,” you screamed in happiness while jumping into your best friend’s arms. “what is going on? why are you here?” your laughter filled the room while jude was having trouble carrying her suitcase inside the house.

“i can’t visit my best friend during her birthday? i missed you so much.” each sentence that spilled out, the hug would get tighter and tighter.

“my god, how much shit did you bring in.” both of you ignored him while you caught up about life.

“i booked us a nail appointment later. then, we can go shopping. i wanna explore this whole city. jude said it was on him. let’s hope that madrid contract can handle all the money.”

after all the spending was done and jude’s wallet was empty, your best friend was sleeping on the couch. you showed jude everything you got.

“look, she picked out this white dress. it’s so pretty.” jude smiled at every item you took out. “i wanted to ask, why are you doing all of this.” you finally sat down after emptying every bag.

“because i love you, duh.”

“no jude, what is the real reason.” you tried laughing silently, but it didn’t work out.

“you do a lot. it’s hard to believe you really moved all the way from germany all the way here. you sacrificed too much this year only for me. i just wanna love you right.” he kissed your forehead before falling asleep.

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friday

today was a team party. jude bought you a bracelet to accompany your black dress. you stared at yourself in the mirror. the dress seemed to hug you in the right places. jude kissed your hips and whispered how perfect you are.

fast forwarding to the party, people swarmed around the couple immediately. people came up to you complimenting your necklace. you received some happy birthday’s and then some congratulations, which confused you.

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-> saturday, 5 pm

the day was beautiful. jude had decided to walk on the beach to watch the sunset. he seemed a little fidgety.

“are you okay? you seem a little worried.” you tried to comfort him, but he shook his head.

“nope, i just want everything today to be perfect.”

“this whole week was perfect jude. there’s nothing to worry about. i love you.” both of you shared smiles to each other.

jude came to a stop on the sand. he stared at the water while taking a deep breath. you were confused since he was just stopping. both of your hands were connected to his. slowly, he got down on one knee. your heart was pounding so loud that you thought it was gonna run away.

“y/n, please make me the happiest man on the earth. will you marry me?”

“yes, i will marry you.” you screamed so loud then the happy tears came out. your silence of admiring the ring at first made him even more nervous. your whole family came up from behind the trees and bushes congratulating you and him.

y/n.bellingham

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y/n.bellingham happy 20th to me. couldn’t have done it better than yours truly

judebellingham i love you ❤️

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jobebellingham btw she said i was the better brother

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user 2 GUYS THE USERNAME

user 3 y/n it was suppose to be me and you together

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judebellingham she said yes by the way

y/n.bellingham 🤍🤍

jobebellingham she should’ve said no

↳ y/n.bellingham jobe i still love you

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user 1 i love them sm

user 2 my parentsss

user 3 jude could do better 🤷‍♀️

from then on, he loved you night after night. every second, every minute, and every hour.

seven days a week

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author’s note: hi everyone! thank you for all the support once again. some of you may notice that some days are shorter because i would rather get straight to the point then stretching it. i am now taking requests! i will be working on a masterlist and more details on it. thank you!!! <3

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luveline · 9 months

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hii could you maybe do remus or tasm peter with a reader who has chronic pain esp in their legs and back and has trouble walking at times? i’m bedridden and tired rn lol

for you, hope this is ok ♡ fem!reader

"Is it bad?" Peter asks.

You're leaning against the dresser in his bedroom, arms crossed over the top, trying to shift the brunt of your weight onto your arms rather than your legs. You laugh, a little panicked.

"Want help?" he asks, shoving the sheets of his bed down to the baseboard with his feet.

He stands up. You shift from foot to foot, pain bounding up your shins like tight laces, not sure if you can walk on them anymore. "I think so."

Super mutant strength has its downsides, but the up and up is that Peter could pull you into his arms without hesitation if he wanted to. He doesn't go that far, offering an arm to slip behind your shoulders. You stretch your forearm behind his head.

"What were you trying to do?" he asks, taking practically the entirety of your weight and walking you back to his bed. It's a double that feels like a single whenever you share, but it's comfortable, and it's where Peter does his best cuddling.

"Just wanted a drink."

"I'll get that for you," he says, as though you're a weirdo for thinking he wouldn't.

It's not that you don't think he'd wait on you hand and foot if you needed him to. He's done it before. He'll likely do it again. "Wanted to do it myself," you say, struggling to hold in a sigh of relief as he helps you sit down at the top of the bed. It's crammed right against the wall next to a low window sill, the breeze filtering in fragrant from the baby flowers blooming in the planter on the fire escape.

"Sorry. I could pick you up? Wear you like a backpack? I'll be your legs." He grins as he says it. Preposterous and entirely genuine, you know he'd carry you around in his arms if you asked.

"Maybe later, Spider-Boy."

Peter sits on the sheets, careful not to touch your legs without your say so. "Pass my pillow?"

You pass him his pillow and lift your socked feet, hissing at the feeling that spreads from your joints as he slides the pillow beneath them.

"You want ice? Leg massage?"

Peter frowns at you as you shake your head from side to side but doesn't ask anything else of you. Instead, he shuffles to the top of the bed. "Pain anywhere else?" he asks, tucking his hands behind your back.

"Kind of everywhere. Mostly my legs."

"I'm sorry," he says, hands rubbing up and down your back out of rhythm. You don't want him to be sorry. Though, it is nice to have your pain taken seriously and sympathetically, nicer when his head dips down and he kisses your shoulder. "I'll get you an ice pack in a minute. Some painkillers."

"Can you web me upside down?" you ask.

"Your legs would be super elevated," he says agreeably. "But no. I don't wanna hurt you anymore than you're already hurting."

"Worth asking."

Peter laughs, kisses soft as the touch of a butterfly's wing up the column of your throat. "Relax. We're gonna lay here and keep your legs up until you can walk again, but then we're gonna lay here some more. You need to rest. I'll look after you, okay? Stop stressing."

"Okay," you mumble, dropping your head onto his shoulder like a mirror image. "Fine. Love you."

"I love you." His voice sounds as honey feels. Smooth and slow.

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fullsunstrawberry · 4 months

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[part 21: need to find him]

synopsis: when your old college decides that your major isn’t worth the money. Meaning you have to transfer in the middle of your last year to neo university. But luckily you have three fuckboys to bring you out of your shell and help you get off

warnings: alcohol, drunk make-out, swearing,

a/n: hehehe sorry for this one guys... (also did not double check for any grammar problems so shh)

taglist open (18+)

“I'm gonna regret this in the morning” you cried out, throwing back another shot.

Chenle’s laugh filled your ears. “You do have a dolphin laugh!”

Chenle gasped, “I knew donghyuck was a bad influence on you!” he pushed your shoulder playfully causing you to fall back onto the bed with a thump you let out a giggle and grab onto his arm.

Chenle joined you in laughter, enjoying the moment. Chenle shifted, lying down beside you on the bed, and the laughter slowly transformed into a comfortable silence.

“You know,” Chenle began, his voice taking a more thoughtful tone, “sometimes we just need to blow off some steam.”

You turned to look at him, the alcohol warming your cheeks. "You're right," you admitted, a small smile playing on your lips.

Chenle traced patterns absentmindedly on the bedspread with his fingers, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts”

"What thoughts?" you hummed out turning to face him and being met with him already looking at your lips.

His eyes held a flicker of hesitation, but the desire behind them was unmistakable. You could practically feel the tension in the room, thickening with each passing second. The alcohol had blurred your judgment, making the allure of his proximity even more exciting.

Without breaking eye contact, Chenle reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sent shivers down your spine, awakening a side of you that had long been dormant. The room seemed to grow smaller as you became acutely aware of his presence, the weight of his gaze heavy on your skin.

Chenle mumbled "We'll deal with the concessions in the morning" before leaning in and pressing his lips into yours.

As you melted into the kiss, all rational thoughts were abandoned, replaced by a raw and primal need. Your fingers tangled in his soft hair, pulling him impossibly closer, while his hands explored the curves of your body with a hunger that left you breathless.

Chenle grinded into you, moaning causing you to close your eyes, and the image of Jaemin's face filled your brain.

"mm Jaemin"

Your mind jolted back to reality, the name slipping from your lips. Chenle froze, his lips barely inches away from yours. The room suddenly felt suffocating, as guilt and confusion intertwined within you.

Chenle pulled away slowly, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. His eyes searched yours for answers, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Shame flooded through you, threatening to drown any remnants of desire that had sparked between you just moments ago.

"I'm sorry," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling with regret. "I can't... I shouldn't have done that."

Chenle's features softened as he reached out, gently cupping your cheek in his hand. "Hey, it's okay," he reassured, his voice filled with understanding. "We both got caught up in the moment."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "No, it's not just that," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I have feelings for Jaemin. I can't betray him like this."

Chenle's hand dropped from your cheek as he sighed, "I understand," he said quietly. "I never wanted to come between you and Jaemin. I just...got carried away."

You could feel the weight of his words hang in the air, the heaviness of the situation engulfing both of you. The room felt colder now, the warmth that had once enveloped you dissipating into thin air. Guilt gnawed at your conscience, tearing at your heart as you grappled with the consequences of your actions.

Silence settled between you, broken only by the sound of your uneven breaths. Chenle shifted on the bed, creating some distance between the two of you.

"I think... I need to go,"

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Risk It All Part 4/6

⚠️Warning ⚠️

+18

Reader gets pregnant by Ruben. Although the two are not together Ruben promises to support her through the pregnancy, eventually letting reader stay with him until the child is born. (This fic includes alot of angst and serious topics)

Enjoy!

You were married to Ruben.

Six months had gone by and following those six months your life was now unrecognizable. After a business like wedding with only one witness present, you were now Mrs Dias, swept into a life of luxurious parties and unwanted media attention, all whilst carrying your first child.

"You're gonna catch a cold."

"It's what I'm hoping for."

Ruben found you on the roof top balcony, hiding from your duties. Elena, the director of your life, would want you inside, shaking people's hands, talking about how excited you and Ruben were to bring new life into this world.

"Y/N, please come inside."

Ruben was better than you at playing along. He didn't mind lying to his friends, lying about how you two met and "decided" to keep your relationship private from the world. They all ate it up, even Ruben's family.

"I wanna go back to the hotel." You said, wrapping your arms around yourself to mend the nights cold. Ruben sighed, but took it upon himself to remove his tuxedo jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "We will, in time. The auction isn't over yet."

"And all the ice cream you can eat." Ruben smiled, grabbing your hand as he led you back inside. He kept his promise, of course. During your time living together you had come to learn that Ruben was no liar, even when the truth hurt sometimes.

It was a charity event in London, the money going to a good cause. However you had no idea why rich people had the need to dress up in expensive items costing more money than what they were actually donating.

"Do you promise to buy me Shawarma when we do leave?" You asked, pouting your lips and batting your eyelashes.

"Wait for me while I get the car." He said, leaving you and Elena sitting on the top of a set of concrete steps, enjoying your Shawarmas.

"He really cares about you." Elena said, unprovoked. "My job would be much more difficult if he didn't."

"Thanks." You mumbled, too busy enjoying your declicious food. The growth of your belly also followed the growth of your appetite, something that caused you to gain a bit of extra pregnancy weight.

"Ruben told me to make sure that you get a nice settlement once the two of you divorce."

You snorted. "How nice of him."

The two of you were literally playing house, getting married only to divorce a minimum of two years after the baby was born. If it wasn't for the security your life with Ruben offered, you would have never agreed to go through with any of it. I mean, you were literally playing with your own life, all because Ruben had a precious image of himself to preserve.

"That's us."

Elena stood, seeing Ruben's Mercedes coming your way. You made the effort to stand up as well, but lost your footing as the weight of your belly tampered with your balance.

"Dear god!" Elena gasped, as you came flying behind her, taking a tumble down the concrete steps.

"My Shawarma." You groaned.

"Y/N!"

Ruben was out of the car and rushing to your side before Elena had managed to. "Fuck, are you okay?" He didn't touch you, afraid to do more damage as you stood on all fours, a hand wrapped around your belly.

"Y/N, please tell me you're okay?"

"I wasn't finished." You cried, a sad sight seeing the neatly wrapped bread now splatter on the ground before you.

"She needs to got to the hospital Ruben." Elena heels clicked as she descended the steps, reaching the bottom of them. "Now!"

"I'm fine." You reassured, but struggled to get up from the ground by yourself. Ruben's strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up with one swoop.

"At least let someone check her out." Elena suggested.

"I promise, I'm all good." You said, trying to laugh it off.

It was as busy as any emergency in a big city. People from everywhere came with broken limbs and bleeding wounds to tend. For this you felt guilty that Ruben managed to convince a doctor to prioritize you. "Well, you seem fine to me Mrs Dias." The doctor stepped away from the stool on which you sat, removing his rubber gloves to make a few notes on his computer. "Has there been any unusual activity since your fall, like the baby moving around more than usual?"

"No." Ruben said, determined. "I'll take you to the emergency room." It was the urgency in his voice and the way his hands trembled as he still held to support you. "Okay." You nodded, agreeing to let Ruben take you to the nearest emergency room.

You bit your lip, pondering his question. "Um, no. I don't think so. It doesn't really do that."

The doctor turned back from his computer, a deep frown on his face as he looked at you. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"The baby." You shrugged. "It doesn't move around. Or at least I haven't felt it kick yet."

The doctor turned to Ruben, the two of them sharing the same terrified gaze.

"What?" You frowned.

The doctor stood, retrieving another pair of gloves as well as calling for a nurse to assist him.

"What's going on?" You asked, uncertainty in your voice.

"Mrs Dias, it says you're six months pregnant."

"Yes, and?"

The doctor and his nurse worked together to rearrange his office, bringing in a monitor that looked like a tv screen on wheels. "Prepare for an emergency ultrasound. Patient is six months pregnant but has failed to notice any signs of life from the fetus."

"Doctor please, tell me what's going on. Is my baby going to be alright?" Things were moving fast, as well as your heart rate. You knew that things were serious when the nurse started attaching clips to your finger tips, setting up a graphic to show your pulse. Whilst all of this was going on the doctor had you lay on a medical table, pulling up your shirt as to expose your belly. "This might feel cold." He said, the only warning before rubbing a cooling gel across your stomach.

"Ruben." You flinched, practically panicking now.

"Hey, I'm here." He said, grabbing a hold of your hand, squeezing it to reassure you.

Your eyes traveled to the ceiling, the blinding lights causing tears to slid down the side of your face. You gasped as pressure was applied to your stomach, the doctor moving around with his tools. However, you were to afraid to look and confirm this.

"Ultrasound begins." The doctor said, speaking to his nurse. "We have a visual of the fetus...Everything looks fine. Let's move on to localizing the heartbeat..."

You tilted your head as Ruben grip around your hand tightened. He looked focus, brows furrowed as his eyes were fixated on the little TV screen. The suspens was killing you. What if something was wrong with your....

"Hearbeat located." The doctor said, followed by a collective sigh from both Ruben and the nurse. You, however was still trembling all over.

"Congratulations Mrs Dias, you and your husband await a beautiful baby girl."

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You returned to the hotel room around midnight. Ruben was still on the phone with Elena as you went to wash up. Only when you were halfway asleep did you feel a dip in the bed that you shared.

"Ruben?"

He krept closer, doing something that the two of you had never done before. "I'm here." He said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

"Why are you shaking?" Your eyes flung open, turning around in order to face him. Your heart sank once you saw the exhaustion in his face, the remaining terror in his eyes. "Ruben?" Your hands went to caress his cheek, but he jerked away, not wanting to be consoled.

"Ruben?"

He sat up and you followed.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, burring his face in his hands as if he suddenly suffered a severe headache.

"Ruben, please. You're scaring me." You scooted closer, desperate to be near him, to touch him. However he jerked away once more, refusing to be touched. It broke your heart, seeing him this way.

"I thought I...." He mumbled. "I thought I lost..."

"Oh Ruben, the baby is okay. Everything is gonna be okay." You didn't care if he refused to be touched, you couldn't take it, leaping forwards to pull him close. However Ruben caught you in motion, grabbing your hands just as you were about to touch him. The room was dark but Ruben eyes were visible in the moonlight. They were shimmering, shimmering with his tears. He pressed his lips together, uttering the words through gritted teeth. "No Y/N, I could have lost you." Your heart fluttered, eyes fixated on him and only him. He surrendered, lowering your hands so that they rested on each side of his face. "I could have lost you." He whispered, shifting his head a little so that your hand covered a part of his mouth, his lips soft beneath the palm of your hands. "I don't know what I would have done if I'd lost you Y/N."

"You won't lose me Ruben. Not me or the baby."

"Fuck."

He looked up, eyes wide. The palm of your hand still covered his mouth, however his intentions were not to speak. He kissed it, the center of your hand, moving on to kiss the back of it, tracing the kisses all the way up towards your forearms, railing you in. You gasped once he had you pressed flush, against him, his head buried in the crease of your neck. He inhaled your scent, preserving it in his memory. "Ruben." You groaned. The heat of the moment capturing you too. You knew that you wanted this, you've always wanted this. "I want you Ruben." The words were whispered against the smooth skin below his ear. Ruben responded with a low grunt made deep down in his throat. And then his hand slipped between the sheets in search for an opening.

Your back arched, to the sensation of him, Ruben's fingers, making their way down your damped panties.

"Say you want me Y/N." He huffed. "Say you want me forever."

"I want you Ruben, forever."

It was all that needed to be said. No further words were spoken as the movments between you synchronized into something fluid, a liquid of some sort. A liquid of love. Yes, it was the only to describe it. The two of you were in love.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #ruben dias imagine #football angst

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carmesi-butterfly · 3 months

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hii love ur work! how would gunwook act with an insecure chubby reader? sfw ofc

gunwook with an insecure chubby reader

park gunwook + gn chubby reader. word count 487. warnings topics as insecurities and low self-esteem. not proofread.

you can't even imagine the amount of pain he feels every time you say something hurtful about your body, of course, you try to not say that kind of stuff aloud but sometimes one comment slips out your mouth…

he always tries to make you love and accept yourself the way you look, and also encourages you to try to change healthily if that's what you want but never forget about the love and acceptance!! that's the most important thing and it's going to work with you every day reminding you that you're loved the way you are <3

gunwook’s hands would be all over your body and face all day if the situation allows it, squishing your cheeks (softly of course) and tugging you into strong hugs, this can be a problem generator and a problem-solving at the same time.

problem generator: you don't want his hands over you, you don't want to sit on his lap or him to carry you piggyback (over all the stuff he wants to do) because it makes you feel insecure :(

“my weight is too much for him to carry”, “he would feel my belly, i don't want that”, and “why is he dating someone who looks like this?” were the kinds of questions that circled your mind in these situations, a pile of the worst thoughts about yourself unlocked in your mind making you fall into a spiral of more unconfident ideas.

problem-solving: gunwook is not an idiot and he can notice pretty easily when you're having trouble with your image, just the look on your face and the way you act is enough for him to understand.

therefore he resorts to the method he knows is gonna work, cuddles :D he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable by touching the specific zones you're conflicted with at the moment, so a hug to start always goes well.

these types of moments that lead to profound conversations tend to happen more usually than he wishes to, not because he's tired or “done with the topic” but because he doesn't want you to feel sad about your looks anymore :(

gunwook knows his words and acts are not enough and that you have to do the hard work by treating to eliminate slowly your self-esteem problems, but at the same time can't stop thinking about how it would be easier for you if you had the opportunity to see yourself with his eyes, the opportunity to admire yourself and all of your qualities and attributes that made you the one for him ♡

in the end, it can be a slow way to reach the self-love and respect you need and want to have for yourself, but don't worry! gunwook is always going to be with you in your complicated moments.

#anon ask #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone imagines #park gunwook x reader #zerobaseone gunwook #gunwook x reader #zb1 gunwook #zb1 reactions #park gunwook #gunwook imagines #gunwook fluff

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feelingdozy · 1 year

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Sleepover

Peeta Mellark x Reader

Hunger Games Masterlist

Summary: waiting for the revolution to take place in district 13, you and Peeta decide to have your first sleepover before everything goes down.

Warnings: weight insecurity/body image

You never knew when it was dark out, relying on the timing of district 13 to tell you when it was lights out. It had been a weird switch. Staying underground constantly made you feel a little claustrophobic in a sense, like you weren't able to ever go above ground.

You hated how an easily erased schedule made your whole day, you wished you'd have more free time throughout. Although you really didn't care about the classes, you'd still gone to them and took notes, knowing how over dramatic they are about their schedules. It's like if you're off by one minute, you've automatically messed up their whole system.

You walked back to your little housing situation, sharing one with Peeta, your best friend. And now because of the games your relationship has progressed into a romantic one, needing to quickly as you wouldn't have been able to make it out of the games alive if not.

The capitol had rushed it, making everything go by so fast. You two couldn't enjoy simple moments together, Peeta proposing immediately after the tours you had been through. Just for the pleasure of the capitol and Snow. You both absolutely couldn't stand Snow, so being in district 13 helped a lot.

"I'm so tired"

You yawned loudly as you collapsed onto his bed, it being the closest to you from where you were.

"hey! I just made that"

"too bad"

Your body relaxed on his bed, taking in the scent of him that calmed you. No matter what it was, if it was of him it always comforted you.

"hey- what are you doing!?"

You felt his hands on your waist, and all of a sudden he had lifted you over his shoulder. You were pretty heavy, wondering if it hurt him a bit. His blanket hit him in the face as you hung onto it well being lifted to try and keep yourself close to the bed, obviously not working.

"how are you even this strong? I'm pretty heavy-"

"your perfectly fine if I can carry you sweetheart"

Your heart pounded when he called you names like that. Sweetheart. Your face was now a bright red, the anxiety and nickname working together to create it.

He carried you over to your bed on the opposite side of the room, carefully dropping you as he didn't want to hurt you. You quickly covered your violently red face with his blanket, feeling like he could feel the heat radiating off of it from where he stood above you.

He yanked it from your arms, wanting to uncover your face and retrieve his blanket for his freshly made bed.

"hey come on give me my blanket back!-"

He finally managed to get it from your tight grip, slowly processing your face before you turned your head into the pillow. He always loved to absorb your emotions, enjoying how you reacted. And this one was new to his eyes.

"are you-"

"shut up!"

He laughed, filling up the room as it echoed. You loved his laugh, it always made you smile. But right now, it was only making your face even redder. He sat on the bed beside you, the mattress deepening from the weight. You somewhat rolled toward him from the weight difference, tapping his back with yours making contact.

"come onnn, roll over y/n"

"You're just gonna make fun of me"

Your voice was muffled by the pillow you were on, not trusting yourself to be able to look at him without a red blush.

"I won't I promise. Please"

He thought of what else could convince you in the moment, trying to grab your waist and turn you to face him.

"please.. sweetheart?"

Your face grew even redder, not knowing it was possible to feel your heartbeat and warmth this much.

"please-"

Your voice trembling at this point,

"I can't handle it, you're gonna make me even worse"

"even worse?"

You finally turned to him, giving in. His eyes were staring deeply at your face, then your hair, then your eyes and lips. he went over them all carefully, memorizing the blush and the emotion in your eyes. The way they looked at him with embarrassment, but also lovingly.

"you see how red I am? I'm basically a heater."

He laughed again, gaining another laugh from you not being able to contain it after his. You admired the way his mouth lifted into the laugh, his eyes too, same with his hair. Everything about him, you realized, was amazing.

"How about we have a sleepover hm?"

"You're always laying with me. Just stay here a little longer and call it a sleepover"

You both laughed, basking in each others company.

"have I.. ever kissed you in private y/n?"

Your eyes widened in a bit of shock. It was quite a random question, but your face still reacted fast.

"without a camera in our faces?"

"no- no.. I don't think so...why?"

He placed his hand gently on your cheek, slowly leaning down to your level on the pillow.

"may I sweetheart?"

"how could I say no to the Peeta Mellark?"

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youngster-monster · 8 months

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You're gonna carry that weight

(image descriptions in alt)

#web weave #web weaving #art #writing #prose #poetry #lyrics #weight #trauma #bear with me. i love connecting things and seeing patterns #this was inspired by talking to king about the dark knight quest and sending that cowboy bebop card as an argument #also that henry v screen is for baron specifically. remember my chorus/dark knight thought? Do You See My Vision #edit: added the anne carson quote thanks to grapecaseschoices' tags #i can't believe i forgot about that one

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eltriador · 6 months

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#「 images 」 — ❛ you're gonna carry that weight. ❜#rings ...

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lazyjellyfish300 · 1 month

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in my head, the aftermath of your traitor fic is that we find someone better and miguel tries to come crawling back but we’ve already moved on😭😭😭

I CAN NEVER LET A MAN HAVE THE UPPER HAND i always have to come out on top💀

Agreed! This is a situation where I'd definitely not get back with him lol 💀💀💀 Cheating on, and then with you?! No coming back from that. 😬 Here, I made a mini epilogue, themed after White Horse by Taylor Swift. (Sticking with the theme of break up songs like the first part) Don't worry, we get our happy ending but not with Miggy this time :'(.🫶🏽 Word count 916. CW: angst, mention of cheating ,pregnancy, slight suggestive if you squint

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Traitor mini epilogue

Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider-Woman Reader

First part

🎶Say you're sorry, that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to🎶

The fiery crimson burns you once again, the familiar look in Miguel's eye propelling you backwards to three years ago when you were driving distraught past his street after he left you for good, only after fucking you while Xina, his supposed soulmate, was out of town.

"I'm so sorry..." He rasps, those full lips of his in a pout that tug at the strings of your heart that once used to beat nonstop only for him. "Come back to me."

You turn around and close your eyes. That's when it all clicks for you. This moment that you prayed would arrive one day finally did. The moment that his begging for you to come back no longer stirred the deepest parts of you, no longer sent an undying ache in your bones. The way he said your name no longer carried any sting. You were free at last.

You shake your head, softly telling him goodbye for the final time, leaving him with his thoughts and his tears, the grip he had on you turning to shadow and mist with every step you took away from him.

The image of you walking away would go on to haunt his dreams every time he dared to slumber. He finally understood the weight of the pain he left you with all those years ago. Now he could watch you as you left, leaving only himself to blame.

🎶And there you are on your knees

Begging for forgiveness, begging for me

Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale I'm gonna find someone someday

Who might actually treat me well

This is a big world, that was a small town

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now...🎶

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Captivating seas of baby blue greet you as Ben Reilly flashes you a stunning smile when you walk in. "Hi there, baby..."

You giggle as he hoists you on the countertop, pressing a kiss to your soft belly, laying his cheek against it, humming to the sound of his tiny baby boy stirring inside it. You had hardly begun to show, keeping your tiny bump hidden under a comfy layer of sweatshirts.

Your fingers tangle in his golden locks as he presses soft kiss after soft kiss into your belly, taking this time to worship you. His gorgeous gorgeous goddess carrying his baby.

"You look so good today, love..." he purrs, massaging your tender thighs.

You wave him off with a shake of your head. "I'm exhausted."

He hums, letting his hands run up and down your shoulders. "Let's get you in bed, yeah?"

You nod, wincing a little as he helps you down from the counter. "You okay? Did I hurt you?" He asks, his tone laced with worry as he cradles you like fine china, hugging you against his lean, muscular body as he brings you to your shared bed.

"M'okay Benny..."

"I know my girl... something's on your mind." He crawls in next to you, gesturing for you to come closer as he gets you properly situated on your pregnancy pillow. "Wanna talk about it? Or just rest?"

You let out a tiny groan. "Just saw my ex today, he was begging for me back. I of course told him no. I'm very happy with you, and pregnant." You manage a weak smile as you stare back up into his handsome face. That smile of his was pain relief all on its own.

"As he should..." Ben smirks, pulling you closer, taking care not to compromise your comfortable position too much that he carefully put you in with your body being cradled by the pillow. "I'm sorry you had to deal with that though, sweetheart."

He kisses your hand. "This will never happen, but obviously if I'm ever stupid enough to let you go, I hope you smack me so hard I don't see straight for a week."

You smile, shaking your head as the tip of your nose pressed against his, "I couldn't do that to you...I won't need to anyway..." Your lips meet his in a tender kiss. "You're so good to me, Ben..."

"You're so good to me, angel. I should be the one thanking you..." He whispers, his hands coming down to softly touch your body in every spot that sends a flock of butterflies swarming your stomach. "For loving me, for carrying my baby...for just being you, beautiful."

Your lips meet again, a little extra heated than before, a heavy pant leaves your lips. "Stay with me this afternoon? Don't want you to leave just yet...I need you a little longer..."

Ben smirks, his hands moving gently down your body as he sits up a little more, caging you protectively underneath him, taking care not to squish your delicate growing belly. "As you wish, my lady...I'll stay with you all night. How's that?"

You smile, nuzzling closer into him, the smell of his cologne was faint on his neck, one of the few things that didn't trigger your morning sickness bringing you instead to a state of complete comfort and safety. "Mmm... perfect. I love you..."

"I love you, babydoll...rest for me now, yeah?"

You hum, falling asleep in his arms as he caresses your tiny bump.

#miguel o'hara #miguel atsv #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara angst #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #ben reilly #ben reilly x reader #scarlet spider #atsv ben reilly

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shakingparadigm · 27 days

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What if Luka expects Hyuna to come like she did in his round with Mizi and he is plotting something.He has the trust of aliens,the love of the public and no one would suspect him to do something outside the box,far from the image he created of himself.Hyuna made her appearence in round 5 when we didn't expected it. If the round isn't entirely dedicated to Ivan and Till,this may be an option.He may confront Mizi and Hyuna,they may not be able to rescue Ivan and Till and not make it in time. Luka may not appear at all.

(Me overthinking things: OMG Akugetsu will cover Hyuna's song this must mean something | The other me: OMG I can't wait,this song literally suits him!)

(I like the style of your drawings,the way you use colors and the way you phrase things! When something about ALNST comes out I just wait for your updates! I can't imagine what will happen on tumblr when round 6 is out. And then all of us will wait for the next one over again XD)

Till the end.

TILL... the end...

Ok this is the worst joke I could ever make.

Oohh. Luka appearing in ROUND 6 would honestly be insane. I thought about him making an appearance in the short teaser scene before credits, but if he actually confronted anyone himself that would be so interesting. Imagine all 6 of them in the same episode... the same room... no way... the Alien Stage would be real...

Luka attempting to sabotage Mizi and Hyuna is such an intriguing concept. I do think he's figured out that Hyuna will be returning, he grew up with her, after all. He's most likely aware of her penchant for protecting people. He probably expects Mizi to come back for the only friends she has left, too. He couldn't do anything the first time he saw Hyuna after ROUND 5, but he might be more eager to get his hands on her now. If we get our first adult Hyuna and Luka interaction during ROUND 6 I'd actually go insane. as much as I hope for it though, I'm not sure whether or not it will actually happen. ROUND 6 already has a lot going for it. A final confession of love already makes for a heavy episode, but with Till's newly revealed backstory added to the mix? Mizi and Hyuna's attempt at a jailbreak? The whole video would probably need an entire week to be processed and even comprehended, especially if they want to go into extensive detail on each aspect. Still, though, if Luka interfered... if Mizi and Hyuna were unable to save anyone and had to defeatedly return to the rebellion base carrying the weight of their failure, well, I DON'T THINK I'D BE REACHABLE FOR AT LEAST 10 BUSINESS DAYS I'd have to go into hiding in order to cope with that. But who knows! The fun part about VIVINOS videos is that they're always gonna leave you fucked up in one way or another!

AKUGETSU COVERING ALL-IN. TILL COVERING HYUNA'S SONG. I've posted so many times about this day holy shit its finally real. It really does suit him! Do you think AKUGETSU is

1) hinting that Till is joining the rebellion

2) giving us the All-In cover as compensation for whatever bad thing is going to happen to Till

(or a secret third thing: he literally just did it for fun and we've just gone insane.)

Ahh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff! I'm so happy, everyone's been really nice to me as of late and I don't know what to doooo hahaha I'm just really glad to share everyone's excitement for ALIEN STAGE :)

You wait for my updates??!! oh no I'm so sorry 😭 I'm quite late at times because I've had some stuff going on (I've barely said anything about the April Fools actor au 😭) but hopefully I'll be free to go absolutely nuts after the release of ROUND 6 tomorrow!! If you're ever in need of someone to scream about ROUND 6 with my inbox is always open!! Thank you for your kind words!!

Can't wait till I get to hear from you again! :)

#alnst #alien stage #alien stage round 6 #asks

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embracing-the-ineffable · 1 month

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It was such fun to participate in the @gospexchange with the prompt from my giftee, @kotias: Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga. And now I have this image lingering in my head, of Crowley doing the iconic Wednesday Addams dance. It's a pretty small leap:

Have any artists drawn this yet? I'd LOVE to see! I can just picture David Tennant as Crowley doing his own version of the dance: 🔥

The song inspired The Ineffable Dance, my new fic about what happens after Crowley drives away at the end of season 2. With many thanks to my beta, @andromeda4004, come read about Crowley exorcising his demons (or angels!) at a dance club, and traveling through time to where his angel is waiting at a club of his own... (reblogs are appreciated, even if you don't have time to read right now!)

He saunters up to the door and miracles his way inside, carried forward on the swell of the music.

Love is just a history that they may prove

As he crosses the threshold, his senses are flooded with sounds, scents, and sights. He blinks and breathes - one, two, three times - and feels himself adjust to the whirlwind press of the crowded dance club. Aziraphale would hate this, but then again, he isn't here, he isn't anywhere Crowley can reach. He firmly pushes that thought away.

And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you

He visits the bar and downs a fortifying glass of their best whiskey, savoring the heat of it in his mouth and then down his throat, giving his body something to feel that isn't crushing weight or other distressing things. He takes that feeling with him, this small part of the night that Aziraphale would appreciate - delicious, buzzing warmth - as he steps onto the dance floor.

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands above my head

The beat of the music is more compulsion than invitation, but he welcomes it into his body, percussive thrusts joining the heat of the whiskey and driving everything else away.

I won't cry for you I won't crucify the things you do

He dances.

I won't cry for you See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Crowley

His heart skips a beat, and he blinks, hard. For a moment he thought the line was "I'll still be Bloody Crowley," but that doesn't make sense. It was definitely "Mary". Right? His heart skips again as Aziraphale's voice echoes in his thoughts: "You're being silly!"

Keep reading here to see what happens after Crowley discovers Aziraphale also dancing... in the past! 2.5k words, rated T, sweet and hopeful with no major warnings.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens #gospexchange #crowley #aziraphale #bloody mary #ineffable dance #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #jenna ortega #wednesday addams #wibbly wobbly timey wimey #time travel #hundred guineas club #gavotte #good omens fanart

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