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pigeonpeach · 3 months

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Aphrodisiac Mayhem!

Prompt: your lover has become far more worked up than they usually are. In some way they’ve gotten exposed to some aphrodisiacs of some kind so now you must help them!

Warnings: sex, fem reader (like mentions of womb) , girl cock, very nsfw, breeding kink, bottom reader, oral, overstimulation, not proofread, bit rushed

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Jean, Arlecchino

Arlecchino

“My love.” She whispered into your ear, her voice more gravely than it should be. “Lets go somewhere else. I cannot control myself for much longer.”

“Did.. something happen?” You were a bit worried. The kids were still getting ready for bed and roaming a but. Some peaking at what was happening. Her face nuzzled in your neck as her arms wrapped around your waist. You could feel her inhaling your scent. Her hand trailing lower to your buttocks, oh… that’s what. “Get to bed now.” You said shooing the last kid left out. The kid wasn’t even in the barracks room before Arlecchino swept you off your feet making you yelp.

“I love your sounds.. don’t hold back tonight. I need you more than ever.” She purred into your ear. You shivered with anticipation as she quickly rushed you into her room, throwing you onto her bed. She locked the door, her eyes glowing in the dark as you instinctively started to undress…

“Please…please..” you whined. Your hands on the headboard, bended over backwards as her thick cock pelted your insides. You looked down to see slick dripping down onto the sheets combined with her release. You could barely form a thought, mindless and pliant in her hands as she grabbed your waist to pull you back onto her cock with each thrust.

“Perfect. The perfect whore for me, I’ll never let anyone else have you. Noo..noo you are mine.” Arlecchino growled right into your ear making you clench in response. Her body pressing against yours as she stalled her hips, wiggling them instead letting you feel how deep she truly was. Then resuming her pace. “I’ll never let anyone have you. No.. nome of them will ever have you. I’ll kill them if they dare.” You knew something was wrong but you were weak to do anything to stop her. Her womb ached as she bruised your cervix. You could tell her thoughts were worsening.

“Yours..yours..” you weakly wined. Your hair used as a leash she tugged you by it.

“Perfect.. so perfect for me..” she purred bitting your neck. You felt her release inside as she stalled, grunting as you whimpered.

You panted and fell face first onto the bed, boneless in every regard, limp like a corpse but heaving and panting like a dog. Arlecchino let you recover as she pressed kisses along your back. Massaging the pelvic area in particular knowing your legs would be weak. “You did so well for me. So perfect.” She purred as she kissed every scar she left, letting you feel warm and loved.

“Ngh… what happen’d to you.. you’re not usually this excited.” You slurred your words slightly. She smiled.

“Columbina gifted me a bouquet today for my help with her, it had a aphrodisiac pollen to it.” She grumbled. “I’ll have it disposed of later. I don’t want anyone wlse getting effected by it.”

“Where did she get this plant? I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the uh… consequences of it.” You smiled dumbly at her. She seemed a bit surprised but pleasantly so.

“Hm. In that case I’ll let her know you enjoyed it.”

Diluc

“Diluc… while I appreciate the uh.. kisses, don’t you think they’re getting a little excessive?” You whined. Diluc was practically lapping at your collar, your dress straps tugged down to expose your collar as he seemed mindless and out of control. Which was bad considering you two were on a picnic currently. Anyone could come by and see this. You could feel his hard on from his pants. He must’ve run into some plant or something that made him like this. You sighed as you forcibly pried him from your shoulder. “Hey! Whats gotten into yo-“ barely could you respond as he leapt, pushing you to the ground with him on-top. His mouth fixed on yours as you quickly were overpowered.

“Don’t.. stop… oh fuck!” You whined needlessly as he emptied what must’ve been his 5th load ride into your womb. “Oh sweet Barbados!” He grumbled as your legs were weakly strewn onto his shoulders. The clapping sounds of your bodies making you red with embarrassment. If anyone came even a mile nearby they’d probably hear you two. You failed to have knocked sense into him, instead apparently activating a breeding kink within him as he seemed to focus on hammering your cervix.

“Good.. good for me… ngh..” his voice low and growly as he moaned softly. His hands suddenly reached for the too of your dress, splitting it open as you gasped. You were too out of your mind then to care about how he had torn your favorite dress. Only on how wonderful you felt like this.

“D-diluc~!” You cried out

“Sorry.” He hung his head in shame as he carried you home.

“Look it isn’t that I didn’t enjoy it,its that this was my favorite sundress! I got it from Fontaine and now I’ll have to get it repaired..” you pouted. Covering your chest as the top of your dress had been torn down the middle by the very brute carrying you home. “It’ll be super embarrassing to ask too.. they’ll know immediately what happened.”

“Sorry.. I didn’t mean to ruin our date.” He said guilted.

“Ruin? What do you mean ruin that was probably the best picnic we’ve had! Just don’t tear my pretty clothes okay?” You said. He seemed to feel a bit better.

Childe

“HEY! Wait whats going on?” You weren’t sure why he just slung you over his shoulder. “Childe whats going on?” You were a bit alarmed. Unable to see his face as you were simply held like some firewood.

“You’re still supposed to be recovering! Why are you out of bed?” He left your question unanswered

“Don’t worry about that.” He said.

“Fuck..” you whined, your legs limp as you felt bloated. His seed spilled out as you had endured rounds of endless pounding. He still hadn’t answered any of your questions. You glanced at him as you panted. “Don’t you da-Ah!” He turned your onto your back, your dress torn and piling at your sides. The look in his eyes letting you know he wasn’t done. He lifted your legs to the sides of his face and he started to hungrily devour you. You gripped his hair as you struggled to maintain any sense.

No surprise but rough sex isn’t exactly good for bedrest patients. He was even more sore and tired afterwards as you looked at him scowling.

“Oh come on how can I resist you! You just looked so.. delectable.” He purred as you handed him his daily meds.

“You spent a month fighting in your abyssal form, you’re not supposed to be fucking like a rabbit in heat! I’m not a necrophilic you know? I don’t want to be fucking a corpse.” You scolded.

“Well it wasn’t actually my fault, it was the agent’s for mixing my meds with a aphrodisiacs.” He said.

“Doesn’t matter, you shouldn’t exert yourself until the doctor says its okay!”

“Its a small price to pay when it cums to yo- hey don’t whack me like that.” He pouted as you bonked him with a rolled up paper.

Jean

“Hey Jean, how do you like this sundress?” You showed off your newest purchase, worn with pride. Jean however clutched her desk as she sweated greatly. “Jean? Jean?” You asked concerned as she kept quiet. You walked over, leaning down to her level, unknowingly showing off your perfect little breasts. With that, she snapped.

Your face sandwiched between her thighs as she rode your face. You could barely breathe as Jean sat, grinding herself on your face. It had to have been hours now. It was dark outside, your cute dress bunched up as she occupied herself with your own cunt. Your whines and moans muffled with her thighs absolutely smothering you. Her fingers rubbed your clit with a fervor making you twitch and spaz. Your cries muffled as you squirted right into her mouth.

“You taste so good.. forgive me but… i need more.” She said. You barely understood what she meant until she got off of you. Letting you finally catch a breath only for her to lift your legs to her face.

“Ah! Wait! Not so soon… oh…” you whined. Your dress was a afterthought to her as she eagerly ate you our.

“Sorry..” Jean was flushed. “I uh… didn’t mean to get so carried away.”

“Oh… my legs hurt…” you whined. Jean tried to dust your dress off.

“It can be cleaned.. now.. what did you come here for?” She smiled awkwardly.

“I-i forgot. But what got into you? Its not like the dress is very revealing.” You asked.

“Well… I uh.. Klee decided to make tea and albedo didn’t check what flowers she used.. she meant it as a apology for her recent fish bombing incident. But uh… I’m pretty sure this flower is a aphrodisiac.” She said. “I’ll save them for uh… other uses.” You noticed a ever so slight mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Oh boy.”

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girlboypersonthingy · 2 months

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hiiiii!!!! so i’m thinking of a velvette fic where u meet the vees after having dated her for a bit (a few weeks maybe). you hate them. you think they’re creepy and just assholes, even for being in hell. (you’re a bit more wholesome but yk still a sinner) like you just do NOT like the guys. you’re super worried abt velvette’s reaction to that fact so u try to sugar coat it but she’s just like “thank lucifer! i didn’t want them to be creepy bad influences on u!” and u’re both super relieved. i love her.

Heeyyyy I was wondering when you’d send in a Velvette request ☺️ you got it friend! Enjoyyyy~

TW: Val being a perv 😎 for like one second tho, Velvette gets a bit suggestive,?? Lots of cussing lol

The Only V For Me 💜

“AAHHH!!! Darling, you’re finally here! How was the drive? How was the driver?” Velvette watches as you walk through the doorway of her studio, looking around with big doe eyes at all the bright lights and flashy outfits and really beautiful model demons.

“Velvette!” Before you can say anything more, she’s pulling you into a a deadly tight hug. “It was actually…like way too much, babe. You don’t have to do all that fancy shit for me, ya know? But…yes, it was really nice. Thank you.” Velvette offers you a cheeky smirk followed by a quick kiss to the cheek.

Your darling girlfriend snaps her fingers and yells out a command to one of her assistants. “You! Come here.” She makes a ‘come here’ motion with her finger as she turns her attention back to you, her lips upturned into a smile again, “Are you thirsty? Hungry? Anything you need, you tell her.” She points to her assistant who is now right at your side. “Anything my darling asks for, you get it.” She gives the worker an intimidating glare before winking at you.

“Let me show you around!” Velvette puts an arm around your shoulders and pulls you along, pointing things out, explaining them. She is absolutely beaming with pride right now, glancing at you often to see your reaction. As you pass a mannequin clad in a really nice outfit, a gasp comes from Velvette. “Oh my! You know who would look absolutely stunning in this little number?” And now she’s flashing you this flirty grin and her bright red eyes are looking you up and down. Suddenly her smooth demeanor dropped as she grumbled under her breath a bit then sighed deeply.

“Oh, who am I kidding. With Vox and Val both here today, if I dress you in anything more appealing than what you’ve got on now, they will definitely try to steal you from me. You already look too cute…” This pulls a laugh from you but your laugh stops suddenly, stuck in your throat when you see how serious her expression is at the moment.

“Wait. What? What do you mean-“ And suddenly the doors swing open, slamming into the walls behind them as an extremely tall, blue-skinned individual with big red heart shaped glass quickly approaches Velvette, towering over both of you.

“WHERE THE HELL IS VOX?! I’ve been looking for that flat faced fuck all day.” He growls out and you take note of the fact that Velvette doesn’t flinch a bit. “Why the hell are you asking me? If he was here, you’d have found him already.” She snaps back and as the angry man before you was about to screech out another sentence, his expression softened rather quickly as his eyes fell on you.

“Why hello~ who do you have here? Wow! What a gorgeous creature you are. I’m Valentino. What’s your name, sweetheart?” One of his hands slips into yours and as he goes to lift your hand to his lips, Velvette pushes him so hard he nearly falls over.

“Their name is (Y/N), alright? And they are MINE. Now back off, Val.” She hisses in response, now tightly holding your hand, the hand that Val was holding just a second ago. “WHOO! Alright. My apologies, dear. Didn’t know this one was all yours. But I mean FUCK! They just have such nice lips! I mean, look at that mouth. You have the perfect pair of dick sucking li-“

Velvette shouts over him, “SHUT IT!!! You’re actually so vile. Get out of here, Valentino! You’re freaking out my babe.” She gives him another shove, making him frown angrily at her before he stomps off, probably punching a wall or kicking something over as he leaves. Oh, he definitely slams the door again too.

“Alrighty! Where were we?” Velvette seems to relax a bit more, going back to a more chipper and excited attitude as she again shows off all of her impressive work to you. She even got a few models to come do a little show just for you, all of them casually posing and showing off different outfits. Velvette kept asking your opinion, begging you to be ‘bloody honest’ with her.

“Oh, darling! You just have to come over one night and let me dress you up, just us two! Hmm~ I could dress you up and then maybe even…undress you again.” Just as your girlfriend started to flirt with you and as you started to feel more comfortable in this environment-

“Velvette! Happy Friday. Have you seen Val? I haven’t been able to reach him all day. I’m-“ The strong, electric voice that sounded from behind you two made you jump a bit and brought a frightening grimace to Velvette’s face.

“Oh~ Hello. (Y/N), right? Pleased to meet you! I was wondering when our precious like Velvette was gonna bring her play thing over. I’m Vox, creator of Voxtech. You know, on the late night talk show…and the morning talk show. I’m also the news anchor.” He doesn’t really offer you his hand, he more so just reached out and grasps your hand in his, giving it a rapid shaking.

His grip on your hand hurts a bit and the smug smirk on his face makes you somewhat intimidated by him. Vox just…gives you the creeps even more than Valentino did and he basically verbally assaulted you. Before you can even come up with a response to him-

“Yes, yes, yes. Everyone knoWS WHO YOU ARE, YOU PRICK. NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” And now Velvette looks kind of scary, like so pissed off and annoyed that she looks like she could actually kill someone right now. The someone preferably being Vox. Her bright red eyes glow with rage and irritation, her pretty lips now turned into a deep scowl.

As she yells in his face, his expression drops to one of annoyance and exhaustion. “Where’s Val?” Velvette groans before responding. “You’ve got to be fuckin kidding me! He just left, looking for you. Look on your stupid little cameras and find him and go tell him to STOP SLAMMING MY DOORS OR IM GONNA-“

Not that Velvette scared you but…she looked pretty upset right now and her yelling is enough to put anyone into a slight panic. So you slip you hand around her bicep, gently pulling her tense arm back a bit so you could comfortably slide your hand down to hers, interlocking your fingers. Her words stopped in their tracks, your tender touch almost making her flinch. Her head whipped around and she looked at you for a good few seconds, a smile slowly growing on her lips. She turns back to the screen-faced man, her smile not faltering this time.

“Off you go.” Velvette quite literally shoos him away with a wave of her hand as her other hand snakes its way around your waist and back until her arm is fully wrapped around you and you’re pressed into her side. She turns her back on Vox, determined to keep her full attention on you for the rest of the day. You’re too distracted by her embrace to notice if Vox had even left or not.

You clear your throat. “Babe…?” “Yes, love?” “Don’t get mad.” You look at her with a serious expression, causing her to blink in confusion. “Mad at you? Never. What’s on your mind?” Velvette pulled away from you for just a second then she faced you and held both your hands in her own.

“I feel…extremely uncomfortable here. Specifically, with Valentino and Vox. I-I…I’m sorry I just…I don’t like them…very much…they scare me.” Velvette chuckles before you can finish your sentence and you’re not sure if you should be relieved or even more worried. Suddenly, she pulls you into a tight hug, her hands rubbing big circles all over your back.

“Ugh, I’m so terribly sorry, darling. Truly, I figured those two would be busy on a Saturday, too busy to be bothering us already.” She turns her head to kiss your cheek then pulls you in even closer. “Fuck! I’m actually so relieved you said that. Those two are so terrible…truly, irresponsible! I mean it when I say I’m the backbone of the Vs okay? Those two pussies would fall apart in a matter of hours without me! Ugh they can’t even keep it together for one day!” “Babe…” You try to calm her again, seeing how worked up she gets having to constantly deal with her work partners.

With her attention solely on you, she softly says, “I’m sorry, sweetheart. What do you want to do next, hm? We can go somewhere. Anywhere. Just say the words.” Her long fingers gently graze the skin of your cheek, causing you to become a bit flustered. It’s almost baffling how she can be so cold and cruel to everyone around her except you. You were her only weakness, and she doesn’t mind one bit. She loves you endlessly. She wouldn’t trade this feeling for anything in Hell.

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crystlizabeth · 4 months

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Thinking about Simon and his Stallion!wife How while in Vegas for their anniversary Simon decided he wanted to spoil her. The couple had been walking around the stores he watch as her eyes laid on a Louis Vuitton. “You wanna go in?” He asked pulling her closer to him by the hip.

“I don’t think so.. we’ve already spent enough..” she spoke her voice was hesitant as her arm wrapping around Simon’s waist.

He simply rolled his eyes and walked towards the store. Simon loved spending his paycheck on her, yes she was grown and made her own mine but what’s the fun of having her spend her own money on herself when he was with her. Nothing was to much when it came to her. The Chanel, Dior, hell even H&M bags His hands he carried her bags proudly, his gorgeous wife holding on to his bicep her pretty freshly done nails holding his arm.

Now he kneeled in front of her fastening the heel around her ankle, his eyes scanned her calf tattoo the pretty details, soon his eyes met hers her dark eyes looking down on him a smile displayed on her glossy lips. He stood up watching as she tucked her boho twist, holding her hair as she scanned the heel.

“What do you think?” The sales lady asked.

“Not really a fan of I’m honest.. do you happen to have wedge sandal, the starboards? I’ve had my eye on them for a while” She asked her tone excited while looking down at the small lady.

Simon watched as the lady looked up at his wife Her light eyes a bit nervous, “well umm..” she muttered, yep definitely nervous.

“Oh Honey I don’t bite.” She teased her hands meeting her hips.

“Well ma’am I don’t think we have your size..”

“On thats to bad..”

“I’m sorry I bet you could order them online!” The sales lady said.

She looked over at Simon then back at the lady “it’s alright hun, no worries.” She spoke sitting back down.

He could tell she was sad more disappointed, he helped her take off the heels it’s was and unsuccessful shop. Yet Simon now knew what she wanted, and he be damned if he didn’t get them for her.

He spent that night scrolling through his hope even making a few calls and ended up finally finding a store that had them.

It was weird especially on holiday not to wake up with her husband not in bed with her was new but not out of the ordinary. She ended up getting a text saying ‘Be ready for brunch I’ll be back soon gorgeous.’ It wasn’t long before he got back and she saw the bag in his hand.

He loved the face she made her jaw slightly dropped “Si?” She spoke fastening her gold hoop, Simon’s eyes scanned her body the white sundress she wore hugging her body the bottom being ruffled and stopping at the top of her knees, the top of it in a U shape her cleavage showing the sleeves also ruffled. Shit she looked good.

Simon cleared his throat before speaking “So you know those wedges you wanted.”

She gasped “you did not!” She smiled walking over to him quickly.

Simon hanged her the bag watching her place it on the bed Opening them “oh my lord, they’re so pretty aint they!” She smiled her eyes scanning the shoe.

Simon smiled as she let her arms wrap around his neck her lips kissing his multiple times. “Ugh! I love you so much. Baby! You didn’t have to!” She spoke between kissed knowing damn well he just spent twelve hundred dollars on them.

“But I did.” He spoke simply, his hands wandering soon feeling up her ass.

She hummed “what if we just do lunch instead brunch is for white suburban moms anyway.” She joked.

“Might make you mom…”

“Simon you impregnated me now I will rain hell.”

He chuckled pushing her against the bed, “yet you still beg me to cum in that pretty cunt of yours huh?” He spoke bitting her lip.

“You better get this dress off me, and that don’t mean rip it.” She spoke the feeling of Simon’s hands already at work.

“If this is a thank you I might just buy you another pair.” He smirked against her lips.

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

Sorry for any spelling errors but I figured y’all used to it reading my stuff!

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hopefuloverfury · 7 months

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ey yooooo are requests still open?? if so, what are the bachelor/ette's first impressions of the farmer? who do you think has a crush right off the bat and who takes a little longer to warm up to them?

They are open! I’ll let y’all know when they’re closed, but you can still send in requests regardless—I won’t delete any, but I have to wait until I have time to work through them. This got away from me, it’s so long, and I really wanted to do a bit for everybody, but the post is a monster so I'm going to make the bachelorette's a little later, if that's alright! It also fell a little more toward “How The Marriage Candidates Fall In Love With You,” so. Uh. Whoops? I hope you enjoy!

Bachelorettes are here.

This is super fluffy for some of them, others not so much, Shane is Shane, and Seb is Seb. There’s some little bits of dialogue here and there, but I didn’t go crazy, and I tried to stick to canon but also I did not stick to canon lmfao

Sam

Sam saw you on the first friday of spring, at the saloon

He thought you looked… pretty normal, actually

like, yeah sure, you had work boots caked with dried mud, and a backpack stuffed past-full with an assortment of busted up tools slung over your shoulder, but other than that, pretty normal

Besides, it wasn’t weird for people living on a farm to have a lot of tools, right?

He’s got the image of you seared into his brain for a few days afterward, but doesn’t talk about it with Seb and Abigail because they’re both weirdly touchy about the subject (more on that later)

Then you approach him at the egg festival to introduce yourself, and Sam’s curiosity grows that much more

Your boots are still filthy, your backpack is practically bursting at the seams, and he’s pretty sure he saw you drop at least 5000 gold on seeds at Pierre’s stand

He wants to talk to you more, but then Lewis starts the egg hunt, and for the first time since Sam moved to Pelican Town, Abigail loses—to you

Everyone is surprised, Abigail is bitter about it, Sam wishes he’d had the chance to talk to you again after the egg hunt was wrapped up, but he couldn’t find you

He’s even more taken aback when he hears about your stints in the mines to the north of town, because aren’t there monsters down there????

Not to mention you apparently have a nasty habit of falling asleep in town instead of at your farmhouse?? Where you should be sleeping?? Hello?????

Plus the acts of literal deforestation you’ve apparently been enacting outside of Seb’s house? (with robin’s permission, but still)

He is so confused

The flower dance rolls around

You don’t ask anyone to dance, but you do make your rounds, making sure to talk to everyone—even Clint and Mr. Mullner, and he’s especially surprised when he spots you talking to the homeless guy that lives behind Seb’s house

He’s interested to get to know you, but isn’t self-aware enough to examine the underlying intentions there

Over the course of your friendship, he starts feeling things he didn’t know he could

When you defend him with Lewis, when you take the blame for the egg incident—and when you arrive to the bus stop twenty minutes early for their gig in the city—even though you hate the city

You dressed up for the occasion, and Sam almost drops his guitar case in the dirt when he sees you

You help them load up their equipment into the bus, and Sam can’t stop looking at you

Asks to sit next to you during the drive

You share his earbuds and he shows their music to you

You both bob your heads to the beat, and your thighs are pressing together, but he's the only one who notices

He wants to hold your hand so bad

And then when he’s on stage, he’s got anxiety bubbling in his gut, but one look at you standing in the front row has him jumping headfirst into the set with a wild grin on his face

He catches you buying one of their band shirts and a CD from outside the venue

He gets breathless every time he sees you wearing it around town after that

You wear it when you hand him the bouquet, too, and he swears he could fall to his knees

Seb

He doesn’t like you

Even before you showed up, he didn’t like you

For weeks, you were all anyone could talk about

He couldn’t make it through one conversation without hearing about you, and it drove him nuts

He didn’t understand the allure, or the interest, and he was genuinely irritated every time you were mentioned

Like a song that you overplay so much that you end up hating it?

Yeah. exactly like that

When he meets you, he’s even more put off because he doesn’t understand you

He doesn’t understand why you’d leave the city to go to Pelican Town

He understands the allure of a gigantic swathe of land waiting to be claimed, but still.

Pelican Town???

Also weirded out by how eager you are to make friends, and the first time you gift him a quartz crystal, he doesn’t know how to react—mainly he’s just afraid about how you knew he liked them because he knows for a fact that he's never told you

But even though you make him uncomfortable at first, he’s not going to be outright rude to you or go out of his way to be a dickhead

And honestly, you’re still nice

You’re weird, and he’s never seen the land around his house so devoid of trees before, but that’s really as far as his opinion goes

his mother isn’t stressing nearly as much about bills anymore due to your commissions, so he’s kind of glad about that

But you’re so different from him, and he’s pretty committed to getting the hell out of pelican town, so what does it matter? He’s not going to be around for long enough to make a real friend out of you

Oh, Sebby

He immediately changes his tune the first time you give him sashimi

It was surprising that you didn’t make up a story or give an excuse for it, either

You waltzed into his room like you owned the place, waited until he was finished with work (which was… a new experience for him) and set the container on his corner shelf

“You like sashimi, so I made this for you. Tell me what you think. Have a good day, Seb.” and you smiled at him, and maybe you didn’t notice the way his ears flushed bright red, or maybe you were just too nice to point it out

And it was good sashimi

It wasn’t a special occasion, it wasn’t a prank, and he was dead confused because you’d only exchanged a few hellos and stilted conversations that altogether totaled a grand three minutes, so he had no idea how you knew again

Worked up the courage to ask

Everything clicked into place when you told him that his mother and half-sister mentioned it to you

And then he was stuck with the knowledge that you talked about him to other people—that you even asked about him

You’re respectful of his time and boundaries, you speak kindly to him, show an interest in his hobbies, and he’s amassed a small collection of frozen tears and quartz crystals lined on his shelves

He orders stands for every last one, dusts them all regularly, and when you give him an obsidian stone, he starts carrying it around with him in his pocket, just because

He fights with himself for months before he can admit to himself that he has a crush on you

Definitely has that “oh no” moment lmao

Can’t look at you for a little while, but once he gets over that, he can’t stop looking

Takes longer to admit it to anyone else, and doesn’t intend to admit it to you

You throw a wrench in that plan eventually :)

Alex

We all know he finds you attractive right off the bat

Which—obviously, why wouldn’t he? (<3)

But unlike Shane, for example, he’s readily kind and eager to talk to someone other than his grandparents or Haley

He might be attracted to you, but he’ll try his best not to let that color his interactions as much

There are moments where he slips up, but there’s no negative intentions there

And because he knows himself, he figures whatever mini-crush he’s developing will eventually go away

When it doesn't, he gets really down on himself

Starts thinking about you constantly, and rethinking all of your interactions so far

Kind of ashamed of how he treated you

You’ve always been so kind to him, and so supportive of his goal to go pro

But he’s never really… reciprocated that

It takes him a long while to work up the courage to apologize

He wishes he didn’t do it while in the middle of a workout, but the moment felt right otherwise

It helped that it was just you and him, because you’re so damn popular with the rest of the town that he can rarely get a moment alone with you

And just like he figured you would, you accept his apology without any fanfare, and then turn right around and encourage him again

He’s got hearts in his eyes, trust

His crush builds over the course of months, and the moment it’s solidified is when you catch him on the beach, reminiscing about his mother

You don’t judge him for his tears, and even though you laugh when he asks you to keep it under lock and key, the sound is bright in his ears like wind chimes

And you still kept his secret

Alex is gone on you from that moment, 100%

You’re kind, and attractive, and you treat him so well it almost makes him feel insecure

When he’s working at the ice cream stand during the summer, there are plenty of times where he’s almost scooped out of the wrong tray because he was busy thinking about you

He’s never felt this way about anyone

All of his crushes have been super shallow in the past, but this is different

They were all physical, but he fantasizes about living on the farm with you, and wonders what kind of partner you’d be on the regular

Sticks his face in the freezer when his thoughts veer into less innocent territory (he thought about how you might like to kiss him)

Haley makes fun of him about it lmfao

Y’all don’t figure your shit out until year two, probably during the dance of the moonlight jellies

You ask him to watch them with you, and with the glow of the ocean illuminating your face, you hand him the bouquet

He accepts it (duh) and tries to play it cool, but he’s cheesing for the rest of the night

Elliott

Sees you fishing on the beach after an early morning spent in the mines

He walks out of his cabin to stretch his legs after a long night sitting at his writing desk

He’s only been in Pelican Town for a year himself, but he notices a new face right off the bat

You’ve got your legs hanging off the edge of the pier, fishing rod in hand, and two buckets next to you (one for bait, the other for your catches)

Elliott knows you’re the new farmer immediately

Though he’s not entirely sure why a farmer would need a sword, or a shoulder guard

He’s not intending to introduce himself to you, but when you look up and lock eyes with him, there’s a sudden tug in his chest

He believes in soulmates, I’ll just say that

Then you wave at him and smile, and he walks up without thinking about it

You take your fishing rod out of the water and set it aside, getting up to introduce yourself, and Elliott is fond of you already

Anyone who prioritizes the person they’re speaking to is going to be very attractive to him

And because Elliott’s a little sensitive, he tends to take it the wrong way when the person he’s speaking to doesn’t give him their full attention

One of my personal hcs is that he came from a rich family that never paid any real attention to him or valued his input

So when you give that to him without a second thought, he knows he’ll get along with you just fine

He’s curious about you in the beginning, but that’s as far as allows himself to take it

He thinks of you as a friend, or at least he tries to

Maybe it was the way the sunlight streaming through his windows caught your eyes as you inspected his struggling rose, or maybe it was the soft smiles you gave him when he would find crabs in his shirt pocket, but he’s constantly catching himself thinking about you

He plays it cool for the most part

But then you gift him a bottle of squid ink, mentioning how you noticed his stock getting low during your last visit, and the gears in his head make a funny noise

During the long process of writing his book, there were many times he was cemented in place by his writer’s block

But when his brisk walks through town and his piano breaks weren’t enough to spark inspiration, even a short conversation with you was enough for his fingers to twitch

You make him enjoy his art again, and he doesn’t care if someone notices the similarities between you and the protagonist of his book

Finally embraces it and dedicates his book to you

He knows he’s probably being so obvious about his feelings, but your face flushes brightly when he tells you during his reading at the library

If I’m honest, I don’t think he’s actually capable of having crushes on people

He feels everything so deeply that he might just fall straight into the ‘smitten’ category, but he swears that something about you is different

When you hand him the bouquet, he doesn’t blame fate, or any cosmic forces

None of them hold a candle to your power over him, anyway

Shane

We know how this guy is

Or rather, we know how he acts

He’s not at all curious, and he would rather you leave him alone entirely, but it’s not because he hates you or anything

He just doesn’t know you

But most everyone in town looks at him with pity, and he can’t stand another person looking at him like that

He’d rather you just not like him at all, so at least your expression will be different

Except you’re a persistent little shit

Every request he sticks on the board outside Pierre’s will be completed within the first few hours of the day, and he knows every time that it’ll be you, with whatever he’s asked for in your hands and an eager smile on your face

You always make time to talk to him, you smile at him on your way to whatever it is you get up to in your free time, and he’s pretty sure you’ve spent a small fortune on pizza and beer for him at the saloon

You laugh at his jokes, you listen to him rant about Morris and shitty customers without a shred of complaint—you make him feel like he’s actually worth listening to

The first time he’s properly mean to you is when he’s on his way to work

He’s finally accepted that you want something to do with him, and you’re tentative friends now, so it isn’t on purpose, but it’s still his fault

It’s cold outside, he hasn’t had a drink in two days, and he can’t drink before work if he wants to keep his job, so his withdrawals are bad

The wounded look on your face when he snaps at you swims behind his eyelids for his whole shift

He’s fighting tears back for the rest of the day, and his self-talk is the worst it’s been in a long time

He’s convinced he’s driven you away for good, and while part of him is almost glad that he’s managed to do it, the other, much louder part of him, is breaking apart because he’s really and truly fucked up with you

He’s at the saloon that night, already two beers in, when you waltz in

He makes eye contact with you out of habit, and your smile falters, just a bit

He feels like shit immediately, and looks down into his pint

For the first time he realizes that having you hate him feels infinitely worse than how it would if you pitied him

But with that knowledge, he reserves himself to his fuck-up

Even though he knows he should apologize, because that’s the right thing to do, he figures it’d be better for you if he just kept to himself and left you be

Until you plop down on the stool next to him at the bar, with a drink of your own

“Hey, grumpy. Do you feel like tolerating some company now?”

Stares at you in surprise for what feels like a minute before he stares into his pint again, squinting and trying to find anything wrong with it

You chuckle at him and guide him into setting down his beer

“No one spiked your drink, knucklehead, it’s me”

Was convinced that you’d want nothing to do with him, but then you order a pizza for the two of you, and he’s struck clean through by how… normal you’re being about him

Apologizes while you’re waiting for your food, and asks pretty bluntly why you’d still want to talk to him after that morning

“I figured you were just in one of your moods,” you shrug, taking a long drink from your glass, “Besides, I’ve had my moments, too. It’d be pretty hypocritical of me to get on your ass about it. But I forgive you, so quit beating yourself up about it, yeah?”

Probably doesn’t believe you’re capable of any “moments” because you’re always busting your ass to be the kindest you can possibly be

He used to think it was weird, and probably took you as the manipulative type when you first arrived, because you gave gifts and started conversations undeterred, desperate to win affection

But looking at you right then, he finally figures it out—that that’s just you

Maybe you do want everyone to like you, but your interactions with everyone have never been shallow

His chest gets tight, and he sets down his pint. He doesn’t intend on finishing it, because his vision is blurring around the edges, and he really wants to remember your conversation

Usually you’d ask him about how his shift went—if Morris was an annoying prick again, but he beats you to it while you’re in the middle of a sip

“Tell me about your day?”

The surprise coloring your features makes him feel guilty, but he shoves that aside in favor of listening to you talk

He didn’t know you went into the mines as frequently as you did, and he has no idea what the hell a “skull cavern” is, but he hangs on every word

You both walk home together, dropping him off at Marnie’s as you go, and he flops into bed with his head swimming and a dopey smile on his face

He wakes up the next day with a hangover, but he’s off work, and he’s still got the image of your smile tattooed on his brain

“Fuck.”

Y’all he’s so dumb

Harvey

You have this man stressed out from day one, and it takes him longer than the others to realize his feelings—or develop them (longer than Shane, too. Wild isn’t it?)

He’s a little impressed with your complete lack of anxiety about most things

He’s been the valley doctor for years now, but he still doesn’t have a very personal relationship with most of the townies

But you moved in three months ago and you’re already on your way to being besties with half of the town

The only thing he’s not sure about is your apparent lack of self-preservation instincts

You’ve passed out in every part of the valley at least once, and he’s treated several broken bones and serious injuries of yours by the time summer rolls around

he’s worried about you—as the valley doctor, he practically holds everyone’s lives in his hands, and there are patients that he’s lost in the past and can’t forget about

So making sure everyone is taking care of themselves is already nerve-wracking enough without throwing someone like you in the mix

You, who can’t go one week without some incident happening

He’s started up a tentative friendship with Marlon up at the guild, if only for the many times he’s carried you down to the clinic with varying level of injuries littering your skin

But you’re aware of the stress you bring him, and over time, you start improving

You get better at defending yourself in the mines, and he hasn’t found you passed out in front of someone’s porch in at least two months

That doesn’t sound like a long time, but given your track record, it’s impressive

And you’ve made a habit out of bringing him a coffee twice a week as a silent apology/thank you

He appreciates the caffeine, and your efforts to not stress him out

And during your check-up, he’s surprised to find that you’re actually—all things considered—pretty healthy

You bashfully admit that you’ve been trying to take better care of yourself so he doesn’t have to worry, and even though there’s no way he won’t worry, he appreciates it nonetheless

He properly realizes his feelings when you watch the plane fly overhead together

You’ve got your head poked out his apartment window, trying to catch a glimpse of the plane

He’s watching you carefully, making sure you don’t lean too far out, when it hits him

He’s not sure why, but you’ve got the sun shining on your face as you squint through your fingers to look at the sky, and the smile on your face when you spot the plane is brilliant

His breath leaves him in a silent gasp, and he doesn’t really care that he doesn’t get to take a good look at the plane, because he’d rather look at you

Over-explains his model planes to keep you around longer, but thinks about it for days afterward

Can’t stop thinking about how you looked, listening to him talk with your full attention

He doesn’t have many friends, and no one has ever shown a real and true interest in his hobbies—most people have found him dorky for it, but not you

He can tell the model of a plane based on the shadow of it in the sky and the sound of its motor, and you never fail to point one out and ask him which one it is

The glee on your face when he picks it out easily will never fail to make him smile

For what feels like the first time in his life, he can impress someone

His family is full of successful people: lawyers, musicians, a few unsavory cousins of his have turned to politics, and there’s more than a few pilots as well. Him being a doctor was never impressive to the people around him growing up—it was expected

He didn’t get much praise, forever overshadowed by everyone else in his family

Fake praise grinds his gears, but he knows it’s never anything but the truth when it comes from you

And the fact that it comes from you, who took up the mantle of your grandfather and turned the farm around from its steady decay and deterioration with your bare hands?

His confidence always jumps a level or two when you compliment him, because if you like him and think he’s cool, then he must be, you know?

A few weeks later, when he sees you standing outside the clinic through the window, he’s a little confused

He’s pretty sure you’ve already given him his caffeine for the week, but when he walks out to ask you what’s up, he sees the bouquet in your hands

He’s your doctor, and because he’s your doctor, he knows the blush on your cheeks and the scattered eye contact isn’t indicative of anything but nerves

You’re both practically steaming with how hard you’re blushing, and he gently takes the bouquet out of your hands

He doesn’t mind that he didn’t get to be a pilot. If he had, he doesn’t think he would’ve met you, and with the scent of flowers in his nose and your image etched into his memory, there’s nothing he’d hate more aw you guys are so cute

#sdv #stardew valley #elliott #shane #alex #sammy #sebby #harvey #stardew valley headcanons #anon #asks #this took me so long agh #i will get to the bachelorettes!#don't worry!#(I promise i like them lmfao)#thanks for the request! i really appreciate it #blurbs

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i loveee the scenarios you wrote about the heroes proposing + on their wedding day!! i was wondering if you could write one about what it would be like to plan your wedding with them, like how involved in it you think they would be!!

also i just love your writing in general you make me want to start my own blog dedicated to the heroes and and start writing again 🌟💗

Stop, I make you want to start your own blog and start writing again! That feels like such a compliment thank you! 😭💕

All members \(ˆ-ˆ)/

Summary: Planning your wedding together with Xdinary Heroes.

WC:~1k

Warning:grammar

photo not mine credit to owner.

Gunil

Gunil gets so excited when it’s time for the two of you to start planning your guys’ wedding. He’s very open to hearing all of your ideas and opinions. Honestly he just wants to do what will make you happiest. Even if that meant holding the wedding in your guys’ living room. He’d do it as long as he gets to marry you. Ends up getting very invested in your wedding hairstyle.

“Ooh this one’s really pretty,” Gunil said pointing at a hairstyle.

“Gunil you’ved said that about the past three hairstyles,” you laughed.

“Well they’re all pretty. I really like the little flowers in this one though,” he points. It’s more like planning a wedding with your best friend. If things get a little hectic and stressful he’s there to keep you grounded. He’s not looking for some perfect fairytale wedding. Reminds you that the important part is that you love each other and that’s all he really needs.

Jungsu

Jungsu always heard that planning a wedding is a lot of work, but he didn’t fully understand it until now. Booking a venue, catering, the cake, making and sending invitations, getting decor, finding your dress, finding his suit and that’s not even everything. It really was all a lot of work.

“Does this suit not look the same as the last one?” Jungsu murmured to you when you were at his suit fitting. You chuckled as you readjusted his tie.

“The last one was a slim-fit, this one is a modern-fit. Not that I know what that means though,” you laughed and so does Jungsu. The never ending appointments can be a bit stressful, but since you and Jungsu are tackling them together they don’t seem so bad. Everything is more than worth it as the big picture starts to be drawn together. Jungsu gets to marry you with a beautiful wedding the two of you planned together, making it all the more special.

Gaon/Jiseok

When it comes to wedding planning Jiseok lets you take the lead. It’s very daunting to him. He thought choosing the ring to propose to you with was hard, but turns out wedding planning is a whole other level. If you ask for his opinion he’ll give it to you, but also tells you that he trusts you and whatever decision you make he’ll like. Jiseok is most involved when it comes to choosing a cake flavor. He was so excited to go taste all of the different flavors.

“It looks like you’re only here to eat cake,” you poked him playfully.

“Cake is very important. Everyone has to eat it,” Jiseok spoke, taking another bite.

“Ok then, which do you like best?” You asked. Jiseok thought for a moment.

“This one,” he points to a plate. Even if he’s not the most involved he is still always there for you to lean on. Makes sure that at the end of the day you are happy.

O.de/Seungmin

Seungmin is right there by your side for everything. Tends to just agree with what you want, but if he does have some of his own ideas and wants, he is not afraid to let you know. He easily expresses his opinion to you. If you’re getting caught up on small details he’s there to ease your mind about it. Suggest that you take a break and come back to it later.

“Seungmin, I don't think these flowers look good together,” you sighed, feeling a little frustrated.

“Y/n,” he says, taking you by the hands. “They’re flowers and I think they do look good together. Let’s just step away for a bit and come back,” he rubs his thumbs over the back of your hands. Looking at you with loving, reassuring eyes. He’ll step up and take more charge if he senses that you’re becoming a bit overwhelmed. Seungmin understands that you want the wedding to be great, everything you dreamed of and he wants to give that to you, but not at the cost of your well being.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

The mere thought of everything that needs to get done for the wedding is enough to stress him out a bit. He is more than glad to let you take the reins. His only ask is for it to be a small wedding, which you’re more than happy to agree to. A small wedding helps to make some other aspects of planning easier too. That doesn’t mean there still aren’t a few stressful encounters along the way.

“You know what? We could always just elope. Then everything else wouldn't matter,” Hyeongjun states. He’s half joking. A wedding is a unique experience and he wants to experience it with you, but on the other hand he can’t say that eloping doesn’t sound tempting.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” you responded. It’s only a joke though and you both know it. You two won’t let these hurdles get in the way of your wedding. Hyeongjun will hold your hand all the way through it.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon is more involved than he thought that he would be. In the beginning phases of planning he was just letting you take the ropes and giving his thoughts here and there. However as the planning process moved along he found himself falling deeper into it. Before he knew it was asking where you should have flower centerpieces or glass centerpieces or maybe even just some candles.

“These flower centerpieces are pretty, but look I found these glass ones that look pretty cool. I also saw some pictures of candles that also look pretty. Which one do you think we should do?” Jooyeon questions, looking at you with a slight pout.

“We could put the candles in the glass centerpieces,” you suggested.

“You’re a genius,” he raves, eyes litting up. You laughed at his excitement. It was very pleasant to watch as Jooyeon fell more and more invested in wedding planning. In the end the pair of you will have a wedding that you both loved and loved preparing together.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 1 year

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Desperate First Kiss–Keys

Working for a video game company has pros and cons. Your job is always needed, but you sit in front of a computer all day long. You have great insurance, but you're surrounded by lonely guys who think they're God's gift to women.

You get fun nicknames, but they usually are based on something embarrassing. Not anyone else's nicknames though. Just mine.

I walked into work, instantly tucking my head and slumping my shoulders. I tightened my grip on my bag as I walked over to my nook. I've been working as a graphic designer for about two years, and I wonder every day if it's worth it.

"Hey, Y/N."

I looked up and smiled when I saw Keys walking over with a cup of coffee in his hands.

"Hi, Keys."

"Did you see that accident on your way in?"

"See it?" I scoffed. "Why do you think I'm 45 minutes late?"

He laughed as he started walking with me to my desk. "Don't worry. Antwan doesn't usually get here until 11. Besides, it's not like any of us are going to rat you out."

"Thanks," I laughed.

Keys was the only one in the entire company that doesn't call me by that embarrassing nickname. In fact, he tried to stop others from calling me it.

"Hey, KV," Mouser teased as he walked up to us.

"Come on," Keys sighed, slightly taking a step toward me.

"It's okay, Keys," I whispered. "KV?" I bit back my smirk as I turned toward Mouser. "KV? Really? You're too lazy to say the whole thing?"

"Do you prefer me to call you Kissing Virgin?"

"I prefer you to call me by my name," I scoffed. "It's shorter than that damn nickname."

"Where's the fun in that?" He laughed as he walked away. I took a shaky breath, trying to get rid of the lump that just formed in my throat.

"Y/N," Keys started.

"Wow," I laughed harshly. "I've been here not even ten minutes and already want to quit."

I started to walk away but Keys quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me back.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I really wish I could get them to stop calling you that. It's only Mouser and a few other guys."

"It's fine," I tried to shrug off. Keys shook his head, tightening his grip on my hand.

"Please don't lie to me, Y/N," he said under his breath.

"Keys," I sighed, "I have a lot of work to do before the New Year's Eve party tonight."

I finally pulled my hand out of his grip and walked back to my desk. The rest of the day, it felt like whenever I looked up, Keys was watching me. During lunch, I went and got a sandwich from across the street. When I got back, I kept my head down and finished my work.

Finally, it was time to go home and get ready for the party. I started to pack up and as I stood up, Keys was walking toward me. He fell in sync with me as I started to leave.

"Are you going tonight?" He asked.

"Maybe," I shrugged. "I probably won't stay the whole time."

"It won't be that bad," he said, trying to be optimistic. He saw the look on my face and laughed. "You're right. It's going to be horrible. Let's stick together."

"Sounds good."

* * * * *

I checked how I looked in my dress before leaving my apartment. The entire way back to Soonami Studios, I debated about turning around. I could ring in 2023 by myself in my apartment. It would be much better than ringing it in with a bunch of drunk coders and designers.

I walked into the building and headed upstairs. The thoughts of wanting to turn around continued the entire elevator ride up. The doors opened and I almost hit the Lobby button. The only thing that stopped me. . .

"Y/N!" Keys laughed. He grabbed two glasses of champagne and met me at the elevator.

"You look beautiful. I'm glad you decided to come," he smiled as he handed me one of the glasses.

"Still kinda on the fence," I sighed as I took a sip. I laughed when he reached out his free hand for me.

"We'll stick together."

Just like he promised, Keys stayed by my side the entire night. Whenever someone tried to call me by the nickname, he interrupted and corrected them.

It was ten minutes to midnight and I decided I didn't want to be here when that clock hit midnight.

"You okay?" Keys asked.

"I think. . . I think I'm gonna head home."

"Okay," he said, sounding slightly disappointed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said shakily. Instead of telling him the truth, I said, "I don't want to be driving past midnight. That's when all the drunks come out."

"I can drive you," he suggested.

"It's alright," I said a little too quickly. "Have a good night, Keys."

"You too, Y/N."

Instead of going home, I walked into the employee lounge and grabbed a coffee.

"You leaving already, Kissing Virgin?"

I turned around, not hiding my anger anymore. "Mouser," I said slowly, "go to hell."

I dropped my coffee in the sink, not having even taken a sip. I tried to walk past him, but he stepped in front of me.

"Let me go," I said, my voice breaking.

"Y/N," he sighed.

"Don't," I cut him off. "You. . . You're the one who. . . You started it."

"It was just a. . ."

"A what?" I scoffed. "A joke? What kind of joke takes a girl's biggest insecurity and flaunts it in front of the entire company?!"

"I'm sorry," Mouser sighed. "Really. I'm sorry."

"Save it," I said, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"What if I said I could help you fix that insecurity?"

"How?"

* * * * *

I woke up the next morning, with a weird feeling in my stomach. I slowly got out of bed and made myself a cup of coffee. I grabbed my computer and sat on my couch, turning on a random show. I could hear my phone ringing in my room, but I didn't bother to get it as I started looking for a new job.

A few hours later, I had given up looking and applying for jobs. I was laying on the couch, falling asleep, when I heard a knock on the door. I sighed, forcing myself to get up. When I got to the door, I wasn't expecting him.

"What are you doing here, Keys?"

"I've been calling you all morning," he said, glancing me over.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat.

"You feeling okay?" He asked, stepping a little closer to me.

"I'm fine."

"Y/N. . ."

"I'm just hungover," I quickly lied.

"Y/N, you only had one glass of champagne last night," he sighed.

"How did you know that?" I asked, my voice breaking.

"I just. . . I did," he stuttered. He cleared his throat before asking, "Have you eaten anything?"

I wrapped my arms around myself and shook my head. Keys sighed as he grabbed one of my hands and led me into my kitchen. He had me sit down and started making me something to eat. With everything he did, I couldn't stop watching him. My conversation with Mouser before I left last night replayed in my head over and over again.

"How was the rest of the party?" I asked.

Keys sent me a look before letting out a small laugh. "To be honest," he said, handing me a plate with a sandwich on it, "I left about thirty seconds after midnight."

"No New Year Kiss?" I tried to sound light-hearted but it came out more forced.

"Who am I supposed to kiss?" Keys laughed. "Mouser?"

"I have to tell you something," I blurted out.

He looked up at me and studied me for a second. He finally walked over and sat next to me.

"You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know that."

"And you promise not to judge me?"

"Of course not," he said instantly. "I would never. . ."

"I let Mouser kiss me last night."

Keys didn't say anything for a few seconds. You could practically see the wheels turning as he figured it out.

"I'm sorry," Keys said slowly. "Wait, you let who kiss you?"

"I know it was dumb!" I jumped up. I started pacing around the room as I continued to mumble. "I'm tired of everyone making fun of me, calling me the Kissing Virgin. So I was desperate. Big deal. It's not like there was anyone else lining up to take that bullet."

"I would've."

We both froze.

I turned around to see Keys looking surprised. It was like even he didn't think he was going to say that.

"What do you mean?" I asked under my breath.

"Nothing," he stuttered.

"Keys," I said, his name getting stuck in my throat. "Please tell me. What did you mean when you said you would've taken that bullet?"

"You know what I meant," he whispered, slowly stepping closer to me. He reached forward, grabbing my hands in his. I instantly recognized how warm his hands felt.

"I'm not sure I do," I whispered. "I mean. . . I don't want to be wrong about. . ."

Keys leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. My breath got stuck in my throat the second his lips touched mine. Even though this kiss was soft and a little hesitant, it felt way stronger. I slowly started kissing him back. When I did, he deepened the kiss. We broke apart when neither one of us could breathe.

"Wow," I whispered.

"Mouser was just practice," Keys said with a small smirk. "That was your real first kiss."

"Hopefully not the only one."

Keys was about to kiss me again, but I gently stopped him. "Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice soft.

"I need to confess something," I said with a small laugh.

"You kissed Antwan?" Keys joked.

"No," I smirked. "Close though."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't kiss Mouser."

"I don't understand," he said slowly.

"Mouser and I didn't kiss last night," I explained. "He offered to help me with the nickname, but not by kissing me."

"Then how?"

"By telling me of someone he knew who wanted to kiss me but no because he wanted to win a workplace bet."

"He told you about the bet?" Keys asked.

"Yes," I laughed. "But that's not the point of what I just said."

"I know," he said with a small chuckle. "I just thought. . ."

I cut him off by standing on my toes and pressing my lips to his. Keys instantly deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around me. We laughed, breaking the kiss when we stumbled and almost fell.

"If you're no longer a kissing virgin," Keys whispered, "what do you think Mouser is going to change your nickname to?"

"He actually told me he had a few ideas."

"Oh yeah?" Keys laughed as he pulled me in closer. "And what ideas did he have?"

"His favorite is one I actually like too," I smirked.

"What's that?"

"Keys' Girl."

He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. He pulled away, his face inches from mine.

"I'm okay with that," he whispered.

"Me too."

He smiled at me as he reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I felt my face burning as his hand lingered.

"Happy New Year, Y/N."

"Happy New Year, Keys."

#keys #Walter keys mckeys #free guy #free guy imagine #joe keery #joe keery imagines #joe keery x reader

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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heart has his heart | part 5.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

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You and Moetini were hanging out in Mal and Evie’s room. Jane was there too, which honestly surprised you. On her own, Jane was cool but she was definitely controlled by Audrey. You were surprised Audrey let her be here. Maybe the princess didn’t know.

“Mom said ‘If a boy can’t see the beauty within, then he’s not worth it’. Can you believe it?”

“I mean she’s not wrong, Jane. My dad says the same thing. A little less eloquently but more or less the same,” Moetini said.

“Yeah, my parents too,” you agreed.

“What world do they live in?” Mal huffed out, amused. She was sketching in her little notebook. Evie was at her sewing machine set up on her desk.

“Do you guys like?” Evie held up a type of poncho dress situation.

“Yeah, it’s cute,” you answered.

“Really brings out your eyes.” Mal momentarily looked up from her drawing to see what Evie had done.

“I know,” the girl responded happily.

Jane flopped next to you on the bed. “I’ll never get a boyfriend.”

“Boyfriends are overrated,” Mal said.

“She’s saying that cause she’s never had one,” you tried to comfort Jane.

“You haven’t either (Y/N),” Mal retorted.

“You know, I’m with Mal on this one. Men. Overrated,” Moetini chimed in.

“How would you know Mal, if you’ve never had one?” Evie asked.

“I’ve never had one cause I don’t need one, duh. They’re a waste of time.”

All of a sudden Evie sprung up. “Ahh! I forgot to do Chad’s homework!”

Mal gave you a look as if to say ‘see, I told you so’. You shrugged and gave a half-nod in slight agreeance. Just then, a girl knocked on the open door before stepping through.

“Hi guys. My name’s Lonnie.”

You all just looked at her.

“My mom’s Mulan… no? Anyways, I love what you’ve done with Jane and (Y/N)’s hair. And I know you hate us, and are, well, evil but do you think you could do mine?”

Mal stopped drawing. “And why would I do that?”

“I’ll pay you fifty dollars.” Lonnie held up a sack that looked pretty hefty.

“Good answer,” Evie said taking the money. Mal reluctantly got up and turned Lonnie’s ugly black bob into pretty dark brown curls. The lack of bangs really opened up the girl’s face.

“I love it.” Lonnie admired herself in the mirror. “It’s just… I’m missing one thing.”

You stood up and grabbed a pair of scissors off of Evie’s desk. Maybe you were a little too trigger happy with the scissors and drastic makeovers. You stepped up to Lonnie.

“I know exactly what you mean.”

You cut a slit up her skirt on one side and cut the sleeves right off her top, turning the whole outfit into something cute and chic for the warm weather. Lonnie gasped when she saw it in the mirror.

“Now, I’m cool.”

“Like ice,” Mal said hanging onto the bed post.

“I wanna be cool too.”

You handed Jane the pair of scissors. The girl cut the sleeves off her dress to and also made a slit. She stood there in shock.

“What did I just do? My mom’s gonna kill me!”

“Trust me. The thought passes,” you said as she handed you back the scissors.

Moetini left with Jane and Lonnie to work on their science project as Jay and Carlos walked in. Carlos closed the door behind him.

“You figured out a way to get the wand from Jane?” He asked as he approached.

“Do you think we’d still be here if I had?” Mal said agitated.

You were all still focused on the wand. Auradon wasn’t so bad but your parents were counting on you. You had no choice. You would just come back to Auradon after Maleficent took over the world. Not that she could if you guys didn’t come up with a solid plan.

“We can do this if we stick together.” Jay said trying to calm her down.

“And we won’t go back until we do. Because we’re rotten…” Mal started.

“To the core.” The rest of you answered in unison.

“Oh that reminds me. I heard from Doug Fairy Godmother uses the wand to bless Ben at coronation and the whole school gets to go. I have nothing to wear, of course.”

The group looked at Evie. The blue-haired girl didn’t realize the bombshell she just dropped. You had a chance now. A big chance. And one you guys couldn’t afford to blow.

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“Didn’t your mom ever tell you not to run around with scissors?” Ben asked as you ran right into him.

He was talking about the gold scissors you attached to a belt and wore like a fashion accessory.

“On the contrary, she told me to make sure the pointy end was always facing someone else.”

“What’s the rush?”

“They just announced spinach puffs for lunch. Chef Kronk’s spinach puffs! Let’s go before the line gets too long.”

Ben walked with you to the cafeteria.

“So what’s up with the scissors, though? Is this a new style?”

“You never know when someone needs to feel a little cooler, Ben.”

You paused and looked at you. You moved up in the lunch line but stopped when you noticed him still standing in his old spot.

“What?”

“Did you just use my real name? No insult attached? Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N) Heart? What happened to my loser, is she sick? Is it a fever?”

Ben dramatically put a hand to your forehead as if check to see if you were well.

“You’re a dumbass. I’m being serious. A lot of the girls here just need a little help feeling cool. And who knows how to be amazing better than me? Nothing says I’m bad like a few cuts to an outfit. In fact…”

You took the scissors from the spot on the belt. Ben was in more casual clothes today, a long sleeve blue shirt and khakis. Ben looked worried as you started moving the scissors in a snipping motion.

“Woah, woah, (Y/N)… wait, wait, wait.”

It was too late. You already cut off one leg of his khakis to make it short. You looked up at him.

“I can stop but then you’ll be stuck with one pant leg and sorry Benny-Boo but the asymmetrical look, just isn’t in.”

“Go ahead,” Ben sighed, giving up.

You cut off the other pant leg, turning his pants into khaki shorts. “Roll up your sleeves, it looks hotter that way.”

Ben gave you an annoyed look but did it anyway. He stepped out of the scraps of khaki on the floors, picking them up and putting the now detached pants legs on his lunch tray.

“I feel exposed.”

“Let loose a bit, Prince Stuck-Up.”

Ben placed a handful of spinach puffs on your tray and pointed over your head.

“Just move.”

You finished getting food and drinks before trying to find your friends in the lunchroom. It was just the VKs at the table when you approached.

“Hey, (Y/N). Hey…Ben?” Carlos greeted you two as you approached.

“The shorts were her idea.” He dropped his tray unceremoniously on the table and sat down. You happily sat across from him, beaming at your handiwork.

“So, Ben?” Mal started to speak. “Evie heard we get to go to your coronation, is that true?”

“Yeah. Whole school’s invited.”

You and the VKs smiled at each other. This was going to be easier than you thought.

“Is there anyway we can sit up front? Soak up all that goodness from Fairy Godmother.”

Ben let out a slight laugh at that comment.

“I wish you guys could. But it’s supposed to be just me, Fairy Godmother, my parents, and… my girlfriend.”

“Audrey?”

“Yeah, my girlfriend has a spot up there. It’s a royal thing.”

“We don’t do that in Wonderland.”

“Semantics? Really? Well, then it’s an Auradon thing.”

“Oh, that’s sweet,” Mal said. You could see the gears turning in her head. The plan got slightly complicated.

“Yeah. I’ll see what I can do to get you guys good seats but my hands might be tied on this one.”

“It’s okay. You know, I think you should wear that to your coronation.” You motioned to his outfit.

“Ha. I’m never letting you and your scissors near another pair of pants of mine ever again. Can you believe she did this…”

Ben turned to the others. Everyone was laughing as he told the story.

“It’s not that bad, thought,” Evie said.

“Yeah man. You actually look kind of cool,” Jay chimed in.

“See? I’m right. Everyone likes you better this way.” You stole a spinach puff off his plate despite having lots of your own.

Ben didn’t miss a beat and took the nearest puff off your plate before making a face and coughing. You held up the bottle of hot sauce and smirked. The puff he grabbed was doused in it; you did it while he was complaining about his new shorts to the others.

“I didn’t want you to think that just cause you can keep up with me, means that you can out-wicked a VK. Stay on your toes, Benny-Boo.”

“Okay, (Y/N). I’ll give you this one.”

Ben made a move for his water when you grabbed it and drank it all in one go, setting down the empty cup in front of him. He tried to grab your water but you were faster. You held it up.

“Say I’m the hotter stepsister.”

The other VKs looked at each other very confused. It wasn’t the first time they had heard you and Ben joke about the stepsister thing but literally no one knew the origin of it.

“I’d rather suffer.”

You shook the water glass slightly as incentive. Ben looked at you completely serious. Despite the fact you knew his mouth was burning, he wouldn’t yield.

“Just say it and the water’s yours.”

He reached for the hot sauce bottle in your hand. You watched wide eyed as he tipped the bottle slightly back, you could see a long stream of hot sauce about to come out.

“Wait, wait. Oh my God.” You stopped him and handed him the water.

Ben took the water and went to put it to his lips before he paused. “I can’t believe you fell for that. You sure you’re a VK?”

He gulped down the water, smugly.

“Benny-Boo! Ben!” Audrey called him over to where she, Chad, and some of the other kids were sitting.

Ben nodded and got up. He leaned down and looked you directly in the eye as he took a spinach puff off of your plate.

“Better luck next time, Heart.” He popped the spinach puff into his mouth and walked off to go join the Auradon kids.

You looked on as he walked off before scoffing to yourself. He actually played you. You were impressed.

“Looks like Benny-Boo is going to need a new girlfriend.” You heard Mal say.

You turned to see the VKs all looking at you and smiling wickedly.

(Part 6)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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collecting-stories · 2 years

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Hi! Congrats on 11k! Can I request a soulmate au with Luke from jatp with sharing songs please :)

Oh my gosh thank you!!! Also I’m really excited about this, I haven’t written Luke in like, a while so it’s nice to kind of dust off the JatP! Thanks for requesting!!!

Troubadour - Luke Patterson

Summary: YOU’RE THE VOICE I HEAR INSIDE MY HEAD THE REASON THAT I’M SINGING I NEED TO FIND - not quite but Luke gets a set of chords stuck in his head and it turns out they’re yours.

A/N: I went with this one (but like Sunset Curve in the 90’s style) sharing songs = they keep hearing songs that they can’t find on the internet, finally realizing that they are their soulmate’s own, unpublished songs

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“What are you playing?”

Luke stopped mid-hum, fingers stilling on his guitar and looking over at Alex. They’d been taking a break from practice but Luke had been strumming the same few chords for the last couple minutes. It wasn’t unusual behaviour but Luke typically would’ve been writing down lyrics or trying to figure out the next piece of the song. As far as Alex could tell he was just transfixed on those chords and nothing else.

“Uh,” Luke faltered for a minute, racking his brain for the name of the song that had been stuck in his for the last few weeks. “I…I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Do you have anything written yet?” Reggie looked almost hopeful as he asked. He’d been sneaking lyrics into Luke’s notebook lately. They weren’t bad but they also weren’t Sunset Curve by a longshot.

“It’s not mine,” Luke explained, “I spent all day yesterday at the record store on palermo and still can’t find it…”

“Where’d you hear it first?” Alex asked, interest piqued at this bit of information. Luke had an undeniable ear for music. He could know a song just from the opening strum of the guitar or strike of the drums. It was unusual that he didn’t recognise a song he’d been playing over and over again.

“That’s the thing,” Luke admitted, setting his guitar in its stand and getting up to pace around the room. “I don’t really remember. Like I just woke up one morning and it was in my head.”

“And you haven’t heard it anywhere else?” Bobby asked, coming back into the garage with water bottles for the four of them.

“No.” Luke shook his head, getting a little frustrated with the questions but more so just because he felt like he didn’t have any of the answers he wanted. “It just was stuck in my head one day and I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. Look, it’s whatever. Let’s just get back to practice. Reggie wants to go to that show tonight-“

“We can’t miss it, it’s open mic once a month, if it seems like a good crowd, we should think about putting our names down.” Reggie replied, cutting Luke off. He’d been telling them about this venue for a couple weeks now, since he and Bobby had gone down there for a show and seen a flyer about their amateur band nights. Unsigned bands in LA could perform for fairly regular crowds. It was better than anything they’d been doing.

“We won’t miss it,” Bobby said, grabbing his guitar.

The crowd was a good one tonight, not packed but full enough that Luke felt the familiar warmth of being surrounded by eager concert-goers. Alex pushed forward, the other three following him to the edge of the stage. There was a band performing, a group of 20-something guys dressed more like accountants than rockers but their music was good.

As the set finished, Luke turned away from the stage, listening to Bobby talking about how it seemed so far. Trust him to be the most analytical of the four of them. Luke was always all about the music but Bobby had a head for the business side of things too. It didn’t take long to switch out instruments, none of the bands seemed interested in keeping the crowd waiting for too long, not when most of them were just trying to get their names out there.

Luke still had his back turned as the house lights dimmed and the next band came out.

You weren’t normally this nervous about performing but lately you’d had a song stuck in your head and it’d been distracting you from working on your own music. As soon as you sat down to write it was there in the back of your head. You’d had songs kind of, creep up on you before. Words or chords just got stuck until you wrote them out but something about this song told you it wasn’t something you’d dreamed up yourself. It didn’t feel like you at all, more like you were hearing someone else’s song in your ear.

You hadn’t told anyone about it and now you were getting ready to go on with your band, hopeful that you didn’t mess up, trying to combat the song in your head with your own chords.

The crowd had some good energy, seemingly more welcoming than when you had been here the last time. “Hey, thanks for letting us take up some of your time tonight, this song is a new one I’ve been working on. I think I finally got it, I’ll let you guys decide,” the comment was met with some laughs and you smiled, trying to calm your heart from going haywire in your chest, “alright, here we go.”

You started strumming and Luke turned around, his eyes wide as he stared up at you. All he could remember was what Reggie had said on the way over, these were all new bands that didn’t have records, that hadn’t been signed. You said yourself you had just finished the song you were singing, but, Luke knew that song.

“That’s the song,” he said, nudging Alex, “that’s the song!”

“What song?” Alex asked, turning so he could hear him better, “you mean the song you were playing earlier today?”

“yeah; that’s it.”

“How is that possible, Luke, we’ve never seen these guys play before.” Alex reasoned. It didn’t make any sense that Luke would know a song before it even existed in the world, “maybe you’ve just got some chords stuck in your head and it sounds like that.”

“No,” Luke shook his head and looked back up at the stage. It was impossible to really see the crowd, he knew that, he’d been on stage enough times to know that you’re really just looking out at silhouettes. But as he looked up you turned your head and he swore your eyes locked with his. He could feel a pounding in his chest like the nerves he got before a show, sweat beaded on the back of his neck and goosebumps erupted on his skin. It was like his whole body was mirroring yours and you looked like you knew.

He wanted to pull you off stage and ask you how you’d done it. How had he heard that song in his head when it was only just finished, how had the words all seemed so familiar when just that afternoon he couldn’t remember any of them. Luke was stuck in that moment until he felt the house lights come up and he was blinking from the change, turning his head back and forth. He felt like he’d been dreaming, if he pinched himself he almost expected to wake up in the garage again.

“Luke!” Alex grabbed his arm and brought him back down to reality. He was awake after all, “where are you going? The next band is getting ready to play.”

“I have to find that singer…that, I…that’s the song.”

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THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

THE BABY IS OUT OF THE BAG

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: It’s time to tell everyone about the baby Barber.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N: use of the pronoun they to refer a baby.

Word count: 1397

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June 13th, Andy’s birthday. He wasn’t actually a guy who like to celebrate his birthday with big parties, he liked going out for dinner, a small gathering nothing too extravagant. But this year Annie convinced him to be a little bit more bolt with his birthday celebration, so he decided to have a pool party and a barbecue during the weekend, it was the summer, so it seems appropriate. Annie rented a place for them, their family and friends. The place had a big pool, a grill area and a cabin.

Annie was now in her 4th month of pregnancy, her bump was a bit visible now, still small though, her jeans were tighter, and she began to wear baggy shirts and dresses to work to keep hiding her pregnancy. According to her doctor everything was perfectly fine, the baby was healthy, momma was healthy and Andy was over the moon watching how she was getting bigger as days passed by.

Andy put all the provisions, meat, beers, sodas, and their bags in the trunk of their car and headed out of town to where his birthday was taking place. By the time they got there, Sebastian, Sharon and Mark were already waiting and the rest of the people arrived 30 minutes after they did. Everyone was invited, people from Andy’s office, including Neal, Anthony and his family, Lynn and her husband, Pam and Phoebe, The Lopez and of course Annie’s family.

As soon as they walked in, the girls and the kids went straight to the pool area and the guys went to the grill to begin making the food. Except for Andy and Annie who stayed in the cabin. Annie grabbed her duffle bag and walked into the bathroom in the master bedroom. Andy was taking the rest of their bags and put them in the cabin, they planned to stay there for the night. He knocked on the bathroom door after he put the bags on the bed.

“Honey?” Another knock, “Everything ok? Are you feeling sick?”

Annie walked out wearing a baby pink bikini, her little bump was totally visible, Andy’s eyes shone when she saw her.

“Well, look at you. All pretty in pink.”

She walked to the full length mirror in one of the corners of the room, her hands caressing her bump a wide smile spread across her face. Andy walked behind her placing his hands on top of hers.

“How is our baby today?”

“They’re good.” She giggled when she felt Andy’s beard near her neck when he kissed her shoulder.

“I think it’s time, honey.” He gave her another kissed now in the back of her neck.

“Andy, everyone is waiting for you, you’re the birthday boy!”

“No, I’m not talking about sex.”

“Oh! So what are we talking about?” He caressed her bump.

“You said it, everyone is here. And you heard the doctor everything is fine with our baby.”

“But, Andy, I think we should wait.”

“Wait? Till when? When the baby is out of you?”

“We could do that.”

“You’ve got to be kidding! Look I know you are still a bit scare, but nothing bad will happened.”

“Well, you don’t know that cuz you are not a doctor.”

“Either you tell them or I will!” Annie thought about it for a second, “I want this to be my birthday present.”

“Huh! That’s a lot cheaper that what I bought for you. Can I returned your present then?”

“No, this will be my second present.”

“Ok, fine.”

“Yes!” Andy did a little dance making Annie laughed, “Can I know about my other present?”

Andy walked out of the cabin, going straight with the guys to chat for a bit, and Annie walked out a couple of minutes later wearing one of Andy’s t-shirts. The kids; Mark and Sharon were in the pool splashing water all over the place.

“Come on! Are you not coming in?” Sharon said pouting like a kid.

“You know, Jake and Luis are a bad influence for you.” Annie said and Sophie and Martha, who were laying on the loungers next to the pool, laughed, “I am coming in, ok? Just gimme a sec.”

Annie took the helm of the t-shirt, Andy was looking at his wife, pretending to be listening to his friends. Annie lifted his t-shirt revealing her pink bikini to everyone.

“Oh my god!” Martha, Sophie and Mark said at the same time.

“What?” Sharon said who was looking the front of Annie’s body, “What?” Annie turned to the side and showed her barely there belly. “OH MY GOD!!!!!”

The guys turned around when they heard Sharon’s loud voice.

“I’M PREGNANT!” Annie said at the top of her lungs feeling a great relief doing it.

Sharon and Mark jumped out of the pool and hugged her tightly, followed my Martha, Sophie, Pam and Lynn. The kids were still in the pool a bit confused about what was happening. Andy’s friends turned to see him, a wide smile spread across his face.

“Yeah!” Seb said and jumped to Andy’s arms. “Congratulations!” The rest of his friends padded his back or shook hands with him, expect for his brother in law, who was just staring at him.

“You got my sister pregnant?”

“Dude, what did you expect? They’re married, they have sex.” Neil said.

“Come on, man, no brother wants to know some guy is banging her little sister.” Anthony said.

“I’m… sorry?” Andy said with a clear fear on his voice.

“Sorry? I’M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!!” Tom hugged Andy squeezing him hard, “I know I already said this the day before the wedding, but do something to her or try to leave and I will hunt you down.”

“I would never dream of leaving her.” Andy said and Tom padded his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Annie laid down in one of the loungers, talking with her friends and sister in law. Sophie was talking about some things she thought were necessary for Annie during her pregnancy.

“I don’t mean to interrupt.” Martha said, “But she is not listening to you.”

“What?” Sophie turned to see Annie soundly asleep on the lounger, breathing steadily. “We should probably get her inside, she’s gonna sunburned if we don’t.”

“I got her.” Mark said. He took her in his arms, turned to see Andy who gave him a reassuring nod and headed to the cabin.

Andy walked into the bedroom in the cabin. Annie was still sleeping covered by the comforter. He walked slowly and sat next to her. His hand went to caress her cheek.

“Honey?” He kept touching her cheek, “Wake up, baby girl.” Annie stirred, her eyes fluttering open, “There you are.” Annie looked around, she wasn’t around the pool that’s for sure. She looked a bit confused. “You fell asleep.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. They understood.” Annie nodded, “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna come with me, so we can eat together? I made you a rib sandwich with barbecue sauce and extra pickles.”

Her mouth watered when Andy said pickles. She smiled and stood up ready to leave when Jake appear in front of them, droplets of water dripping from him.

“Yes, sweetie?”

“What is praganant?” He said with a frown on his brow.

“Oh!” They had totally forgot to have this conversation with him. They haven’t told him anything in fear he will said something to other people. “Jake, sweetie. I’m having a baby. You are going to be a big brother!”

“Really?!” he began jumping up and down, “Santa, finally listen!” Andy and Annie laughed. “Where is the baby?”

“In here.” Annie pointed to her tummy.

“You eat the baby?”

“No, Jake, the baby lives in there until is ready to go out.” Andy explained.

“When is the baby out?”

“Mmmm like in November.” Annie said.

“That’s so away! I want the baby now.”

“Darling, we can’t have that. The baby needs to grow and then you’ll meet him or her.” Annie replied.

“I want the baby is a girl.”

“We’ll see. Ok, buddy?” Andy said.

“Yes! Ok!” Jake lifted his arms so Andy could carry him outside.

The baby was finally out of the bag and Annie never thought she could feel this excited to finally say she was pregnant. The three of them left the cabin to enjoy their meal and to keep celebrating Andy’s birthday.

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #andy barber fanfiction #andy and annie #the nanny au

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zensations35 · 1 year

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Fractured (LSSR) (Part 1)

Okay, it's time for more Ren whump. This story takes place just after he and Skye broke up, and is in the perspective of Sasha. Because I love torturing her with juicy sneezy Ren. (PINING MUCH??)

Sasha

What a shitty day. Customers are not kind during the holidays, no matter what social media says. And I made the mistake of wearing heels to my date tonight. They were on sale and I thought the thick, solid heel would be low enough to accentuate my legs while also being comfortable.

I was wrong. They suck. And now I have to walk home in them because my date stood me up.

Ugh.

I pull out my phone and my finger hovers over Skye’s name. I want to text her so bad. But my last three texts have gone unanswered. I don’t want to berate her--she’s been in a pit of depression since she broke up with Ren. I’m trying to give her space.

I pocket my phone and continue on down the street. It’s wet and cold out, the moon a scythe in the sky. Not many people around, all choosing to take Ubers or carpool rather than face the elements.

I tug my faux leather jacket tighter and exhale. Not quite cold enough to see my breath, but the occasional drop of rain still sends fresh chills down my body.

Cars whizz past, misting the air around them as they blast through puddles.

When I get home, I’m going to curl up with some wine and Netflix and--

A sound from ahead stills me to a stop. I always notice sneezes but this one…this one sounded…familiar.

I take a tentative step, squinting past someone’s headlights. The sidewalk is empty. Except. There, I see someone sitting against the wall of a dingy bar, knees up, long arms drooping over them. His head is down, lank hair plastered over his brow.

Familiar…

His head lolls back, shadows dancing across his face. I hear the scoop of air into his lungs. Heat crawls up my body. His hands come up, fingers splayed as if to catch a ball.

“Hhht-SHZZ-eh!”

Oh fuck. I know that sneeze.

“R-Ren?” His name pops from my mouth before I can stop it. Before I can think: Hey, maybe this is a bad idea…

He tilts his head to me and his eyes meet mine. They’re swollen and red, his blue irises doing that annoyingly gorgeous thing they do when he cries--they glow.

“Sasha?” he looks a bit alarmed to see me. I wonder what Leo has told him. If he knows how I feel about the breakup.

“What are--” we both speak at once.

I pause, shifting my weight, my fingers squeezing my purse strap as if it were a lifeboat. The neon sign above us casts a multicolored glow onto his face, sharpening his cheekbones.

“What are you doing on the ground?” I ask.

He stares up at me, one brow quirking. Like he’s trying to communicate with it. What do you think I’m doing here?

I step closer and he flinches. What the fuck? His gaze cuts away and he sniffles. His hair is damp and I wonder how long he’s been out here. He’s not even dressed for the cold.

I’m used to seeing him in formal attire but tonight he’s wearing a plain gray shirt with jeans. Both are rather damp.

“Ren,” I scoot closer, eyeing the space next to him. Ren sees me hesitate and reaches between his knees, pulling out a balled up sweater. He spreads it out on the cement for me.

I kneel down and settle in next to him. The sweater is cold and wet under my legs. Was he sitting in the rain? I feel the chill seep into my legs but I don’t move.

“Why are you out here?” I ask again.

He lifts a hand and flutters it behind him, head bobbing left and right. “I was enjoying refreshment inside, but I have been…removed.”

I slit my eyes at him, “Why…”

“I perhaps compelled an older gentleman to keep his hands off another patron.”

“You got into a fight.”

Ren lifts his hands, palms up.

“So, you’re wasted and--”

“Hhh…” his nose crinkles, lips pulling in a snarl of air, “Ffff…hieh--!” his arms wrap around themselves and he jerks forward, “HXS-SZZHH! IX’TZH!!” his hair covers his downcast eyes and he shivers.

“Are you sick?” I prompt.

“Most likely.”

Great. Just my luck.

“And you’re sitting here in the cold, in the rain, making it worse?”

He shrugs, a lift and slump of his shoulders. He still won’t look at me.

I consider my options. I could leave. Ren is 100% not my problem. I’m sure Skye would tell me to just ditch.

But Ren was my friend. Is? Fuck, I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since before they broke up. He and Leo are still friends but they predate Skye. I do not.

I trash the thought of ditching him almost immediately. Even if a part of me is pissed at him, I’d feel like a shithead forever. I at least need to get his drunk ass home. Out of this weather.

I slap his arm and he jumps, startled. “Get up,” I say, wobbling to my feet, cursing the heels.

He’s looking up at me now, brow furrowed. I glower back. “Get up!”

He does. Rather quickly, I might add. Almost like a soldier snapping to attention. But then he wobbles slightly and I frown. “Come on,” I wave at him, “I’m taking you home.”

He cocks his head, “Your home, or mine?”

I spin on him, cheeks heating, “Yours, of course!”

“Ah. Well.” He frowns with those pouty cupid bow lips. “I do not wish to be home.”

My fist hits my hip, “Why the fuck not?”

He stares at his feet, the air thickening with tension. A drop of rain plinks onto my cheek and I bite back a growl. “Lawrence Grayson, you asshole, if you don’t come with me right the fuck now, I will--”

He lifts a palm and sways, “Very well, Sasha. Very well. I do not wish to incur your wrath.”

“Damn straight.”

The trek is an unsteady one. Ren stumbles now and then, sways with the gusts of wind, and pauses to sneeze like five times. Finally, he stalls, lagging behind me, his chest heaving with heavy pants.

“Ren,” I turn to him as he slides against the wall of a bus stop. He dangles a finger in the air, signaling for me to wait. But he looks like he’s about to fall over. He presses his back to the wall, head tilted up as the stray raindrops patter his face. His eyes look glassy, and his nose keeps doing that scrunch thing that makes my stomach flip.

“Ren…” I step a bit closer.

“Hhhh…” his breathing picks up, mouth slowly opening for more air. “HHhh-GSZHH!” he pitches into his cupped hands, his elbows banging against the hollow wall, making a clanging noise and causing me to jump. “Hhh--hhfff…” he’s hitching into his hands, eyes squeezing with each drag of air, “HFF-XSSSHHHT!” The last sneeze sends him stumbling forward and I scramble to catch him before he falls.

“Godsdammit, Ren,” I rasp, my hands firmly planted on his chest and arm, doing a shitty job of holding him up. My hands start to sweat and I notice how hot his skin is. I can feel it through his shirt.

My eyes skate up his chest, his face. This close to him I can see the dark shadows under his hooded eyes, his cheeks tinted pink and flush with fever. I can feel my heart pounding in my throat. With a mind of its own, my hand climbs to his forehead. I feel the heat before I even touch his skin. When my fingers graze his brow, he leans forward, so slight I don’t even think he notices. But I do.

“Jesus, fuck,” my words are mostly breath. I can’t feel my legs.

He’s really fucking sick.

Ren’s gaze is cloudy and he looks lost for a moment. He blinks and I watch him visibly recover. He snaps back and leans away from me. Embarrassed. I’ve never seen Ren embarrassed before.

“I…” he licks his lips. He steps around me and continues down the sidewalk.

“Ren!” I call after him, feeling stupid. So fucking stupid. What is happening??

“Dammit, Ren, will you slow--”

He whirls, rage flaring his features. “Why are you here?!”

I jerk back instinctively. He seems to tower over me, and I’m very not used to seeing him angry. I straighten myself though. I know how to defend myself, and Ren will not intimidate me.

“I’m trying to help you, asshole.”

“Why?” he snarls. “Do you pity me, Sasha? Or are you here because the sounds I made have stirred you?”

My hand connects with his cheek, the sound bursting down the street in a sharp echo. As soon as I realize what I’ve done, I panic.

Holy shit. I just slapped Ren. What the fuck am I thinking?

I wait for him to react. To retaliate. At least yell or curse. He leans away from me, lifting his hand to touch the red spot on his cheek. His expression is a mask, he won’t meet my eyes.

“I apologize,” he says softly. “That was uncalled for.”

I give a stiff nod. “It was.” I begin walking, prodding him to continue along. “Come on, then.”

He does. We walk in silence, save for him sniffling and my heels clacking. My thoughts are a jumble, my emotions knotted together.

I haven’t seen Ren lash out like that before. He’s such a calm person. Sure, he can be an ass, but he’s not handling this well. He’s slowly drowning--like Skye.

Gods, Skye. I wish I could talk to her. But…I’m also terrified. What if she hates me for helping Ren? For even speaking to him?

I’ll stress about that later. Right now, I need to get Ren home and call Leo.

When we get to his apartment, I pause outside, stepping between wet brush for privacy. Ren fumbles with the lock while I dial Leo.

“Hey Sash!”

“Leo, umm, hi. Listen..” my eyes flick to the door as Ren stumbles inside. “I’m at Ren’s place. He’s…not okay.”

Leo swears. “Is he drunk?”

“Yeah. And…really sick. Fever, chills,” I swallow back the other symptoms. “I think he needs someone here.”

“Fuck,” Leo sounds exasperated. I can only imagine what he’s had to deal with since the breakup. “Sash, I’m out of town. I can’t leave today.”

I squeeze the phone.

“Sash, Ren’s in a bad way. He’s barely sleeping. He’s been drinking at work. They put him on sabbatical. If he’s sick too,” a sigh ripples the line. “I hate to ask,” he says and my stomach drops, “I know you’re more friends with Skye, but I can’t be there. Will you stay with him?”

The wind slices my face in an icy blast. I pull my arm tight around my body. I lick my lips, words stuck in my throat. “I…”

“I’ll make it up to you, I swear. I know it’s a shitty thing to ask, since you’re Skye’s friend--”

“Ren’s my friend, too, Leo.” I snap.

He pauses.

Why did I snap at him? Do they both think my loyalty to Skye means I would dump Ren as a friend? Should it?

“Of course,” Leo says finally. “I didn’t mean to imply…”

“It’s fine,” I wave it off. “I’ll stay.”

“Thank you--thank you, Sasha. I owe you. Really.”

I sign off with Leo, my fingers trembling as they press the screen. I can’t fault him for this. He doesn’t fully understand what he’s asking me to do.

I steel myself before heading inside. Ren isn’t in the foyer or the living room. And the place is messier than normal. The few times I’ve been here, it always looks freshly dusted, even the coffee table gleams with fresh polish. But today, there are plastic solo cups stacked on the table, one of them knocked on its side with dark liquid rimming the inside. A few stray items of clothing stretch over the rocking chair. The couch is in disarray, all of the pillows jumbled and piled into a heap.

“Ren?” I call, picking my way through the room. I hear clanking from the kitchen. I go that way, noticing a distinct lack of light--some of the bulbs have gone out. They haven’t been fixed. The kitchen trash can is full of paper plates and takeout bags. There are a few dishes in the sink, but it’s not unclean. I doubt he’s been cooking at all.

Ren is standing barefoot on the tile, ducking in the fridge for beer.

“Ren!”

He startles and bangs his head on the roof of the fridge. He turns, massaging the bump and looks at me with a confused twist of his lips.

“Why…are you still here?”

I stomp over and snatch the bottle from him. “Are you fucking serious, Ren? You think more alcohol is a good idea?”

“Why do you care?” He sniffles, the sound full bodied and crackling. My response falls out of my head. He frowns. “Sasha, you have no obligation to be here. I am ill. And truthfully,” he reaches and plucks the beer from my hand, “I would rather not have to worry about sneezing in front of you.”

He steps around me, leaving me stewing as the fridge closes with a puff of cool air.

Damn him. He knows how uncomfortable this is for me, but I didn’t consider that it might be uncomfortable for him, too.

I rub a palm over my eyes and breathe. Maybe I should just go. Leo asked me to stay, but if Ren doesn’t want me here, what can I do?

I follow his steps into the living area, prepared to head out the door. Ren has taken up on the couch, back propped up against the pile of couch throws. He guzzles the beer and stares at the wall.

I want to say something but I can’t think of anything that would help. So I grip the doorknob and twist it open. Outside, rain pelts the ground like thick needles. Wind rips across the street, turning trees on their side.

“Fuck.” I feel the sting of tears. I can’t call an Uber--I have negative $2 in the bank.

I hang my head for a moment, breathing. I feel my heart racing, my fight or flight kicking in.

Shhhh… I suck in a breath through my nose and blow it out of my mouth. Coping skills, bitch.

I look out the door and give the rain my best death glare. Fuck the rain, right? I can handle it. I do my best to loosen my legs. To take a step forward. I’m halfway out the door when warm skin encircles my wrist.

Ren jerks me back inside. “Where are you going?” he asks, incredulous.

I blink at him, very aware of his body heat fogging the cool air from the storm. “Home?” I squeak.

Ren’s brow creases, his gaze sliding from me to the street. “You plan to walk?”

I pull my arm back. “I can’t afford an Uber.”

Ren’s lips thin. He leans over me, his arm brushing my shoulder, and he closes the door. He looks at me, “I will cover one for you.” He backpedals but his feet tangle and he stumbles. Gods, he’s drunk.

“Ren, are you--”

He holds out a hand, palm up, his left running over his face, through his hair, fingers digging into his skull. He lets out a soft growl, “Dammit--HXsht!” His entire body sways into the sneeze. “HHSZZHH-ieh!” he jerks forward and I brace him with my hand. As soon as he feels me make contact, he jerks away from me, eyes narrowed as if I struck him again.

I glare, “Jesus, Ren! I’m not gonna jump your bones. I have some restraint!”

His face falls, lapsing into confusion. I see the moment his eyes lose focus. “Oh…” he says, as if he’s just realized something.

Then his body loosens, and he crumples.

“Shit!” I dive after him, both of us ending up on our knees. He kneels, head down, gulping air. I crouch next to him, my heart speeding. “Ren, come on,” I try to rouse him even as he slips closer to the floor. “Come on, you need a bed.”

“Hnnng…” he shudders, pooling onto the carpet, his eyes glazing. I touch his brow and it sears my fingers.

I toss off my heels and quickly pad to the kitchen to dig for a hand towel. I wet one with cool water and rush it back to Ren. I drape it across his forehead and he shivers, teeth chattering.

“S-Skye…” he moans.

“Ren,” I brush his hair out of his eyes, “come on, get up.”

He jerks away and buries his face into his arm. His shoulders shake and I hear a sob wrack his throat.

Fuck. Gods. Fucking. Dammit. What the hell do I do??

Well, if he can’t (or won’t?) get up, then I’ll bring a bed to him. I move away and start to push myself up but Ren snatches my wrist and I freeze. He’s still face down, covering his eyes with his left arm, but his right arm snakes toward me, fingers whitening around my wrist.

“D-don’t go…” he whines. He’s breaking my fucking heart. “P-Please…”

I put my hand over his, “I’m not leaving, Ren. I’m getting you a blanket.”

He shivers and squeezes my hand. Then he releases me.

I search as quickly as I can, bundling blankets and pillows in my arms to bring to Ren. When I get back, he’s stopped sobbing but he’s listless. Staring at the wall, looking utterly defeated. Tears leak down his cheeks.

I kneel down and help him lift his head for the pillow. I wrap him in a blanket and I run a hand down his back. “It’s going to be okay, Ren. I know it feels like it won’t, but it will.”

He drags in air and sniffles.

“Get some rest,” I say.

“Stay, Sasha,” he croaks. “Everyone leaves me. Please stay.”

I feel the blade of his request bury deep in my chest.

Skye…if you could see him like this…

I scoot closer and drape an arm over him. “I’m not leaving. I promise.”

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alicepao13 · 6 months

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So this had more of a teamwork feel than the last few episodes. It could belong in any season, really. Makes me feel that maybe starting the season the way they started it really was just bad scheduling.

If you want to know how bad CityTV is at scheduling, guy made a joke about the killer dressed in a superhero costume "like it's Halloween", and the episode aired a day after Halloween. So yeah. The only episode that shouldn’t have aired close to Halloween, aired on Halloween. Good job, CityTV.

Standard superhero/vigilante crime show episode with a twist. You can’t reinvent the wheel by following the same path others have made. But it’s okay, I don’t expect it from this show, or any formulaic crime show. I mean, you’d have to be an idiot at this point to expect that.

I keep seeing similarities between the Moonknight and the Night Keeper costumes. At least the Night Keeper costume is black.

I was hoping that Sarah had some kind of family story when she mentioned that she had experience with delusional disorder but of course it’s one of her multiple degrees.

The fact that Charlie and Sarah mentioned that they’d meet at dinner and then we didn’t see the dinner is A CRIME. But at least they remind us (in their own distant way) that they’re still together.

I’ll put a BOLO out for Charlie’s house, by the way. I’m hoping the reason it’s missing is because Charlie and Sarah are moving together in another house (now who has a delusional disorder, lol).

I was hoping for a comment about reboots. Come on, guys, you are a reboot yourselves.

As soon as the nephew pulled up with that car I knew he was the killer. Unsurprising.

Well, at least they put the murder weapon inside a cylindrical evidence tube. I'm saying that because I just watched a show where they put it inside a nylon evidence bag. In the year of 2023.

I love Verdi’s Dier Irae and its remixes. I have one in my playlist (mine is a 2WEI remix). Remixing classical music and mixing it with modern tunes is my jam. Although I kinda pity all those who will watch without headphones (which is probably most of the audience).

Damn, the house is great. And a secret compartment? Come on!

Jesse bragging about his skills. You go, Jesse.

Charlie sending Rex with Sarah like he won’t be the one to need him (I knew before I saw it, they like being predictable lol), because he wants her to be safe.

Thank you, killer, for tasing Charlie. It’s literally the only whump he’s had for ages. Bless you, kind killer.

By the way, I think Charlie has gotten too comfortable having a dog watch his six that now basically anyone can sneak up to him when he doesn't have Rex with him.

Charlie stumbling and trying to get up. Yes. I want more of that.

Googling how long it takes to get over an electric shock from a taser.

Okay, so it takes a few seconds. Maybe Charlie was a bit dramatic lol

Rex running because he knows his trouble magnet partner is in danger. I love it.

I was kinda hoping that Sarah would save him, but when you have Rex and the Night Keeper, eh, I wasn’t holding my breath.

“I've got my superpower right here” SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP oh my god this was so corny I loved it (this user is not immune to grown men being soft with dogs, it’s a very specific illness, non-curable).

I think they had like fifty team shots in this episode. It was like someone was annoyed by the lack of team screen time in the previous episodes and overcompensated. Also, do decide what the temperature is in the room. Some wore coats, and Sarah (who is always cold) wore a sleeveless shirt?

Overall, fun but unsurprising episode, in the tone of Hudson and Rex as a show. The level of enjoyment very much depends on whether someone cares at all about superheroes, in my opinion, because they got the characters and “actors” involved quite a bit. Easily rewatchable, more enjoyable than I thought (I audibly groaned when I saw the promo for this, mind you. CityTV call me, you need me). Plot loses cohesion in the third act but it’s okay because you’ll have figured out the killer way before that.

PS: It seriously helps to remember what the show is about. I’m talking to both the fandom and the writers here, but especially to the writers.

PPS: How many German shepherds next week? I’m assuming Diesel’s entire family are actors by now.

#hudson and rex #long post

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bouqetofmemes · 1 year

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so Are we gonna get cake still?

y’all get yo ass beat here 🧍‍♂️like kicked in the stomach beat

While everyone was playing pool you were spacing off in the garden

'If I wear a nice dress one day out of the blue, what would he think of me?' 'What if I'm not the sister he was expecting? What if I disappeared, would he even care?... I'm useless.' Y/n started letting a couple tears slip

"Mistress?" *gasp* *sniff* "Yes Sebastian?" "It is tea time." "Oh, I'm coming...."

While Sebastian was talking about the tea for the day Ciel asked Y/n a question "Y/n, where did you go earlier?" "I went to the garden." "Oh."

"Grell." "Oh, yes my lady?" "Learn something from Sebastian." "Yes." "Just look at him. I mean this physique!" Madam red started touching Sebastian's ass 🌝 "You should quit this country job and come work for me in the city!" "Pff- Madam red, you're too funny!"

"So do you believe the drug trafficker was one of your guests today?" Lau asked "Perhaps." "Why not leave the extermination to Lau?" "A rat knows best where a rats nest is, doesn't he?" "I'm but a tame Guinea pig dedicated to my lord and lady." "If they instruct me not to act, I'm bound to do nothing." Lau finished with both of his hands on your heads

"Watch it!" "You'd best keep your paws off my darling niece and nephew!" Madam red yelled at Lau "You wound me!" "I would never paw at them in they're own home, dear Madam!" "Are you saying you would elsewhere?!" Madam red yelled at Lau letting both of you to fall to the ground "Careful! Your on thin ice now sir!"

"Master, mistress?" "The rats are here..."

"IT WENT THAT WAY!" "And here too."

"...ready soon, would both of you like to eat with your guests?" "Bring it to my study, I'm done here, come Y/n." "Yes

Certainly, my lord."*huff*"Finally, some peace and quiet..."Then both of you saw black "The policeman and woman of England's underworld, two of the nobles who have done the royal family's dirty work for generations."" "the Queen Guard Dog, and Butterfly." Tasked with disposing of anyone who disagrees with her.""Just how many nicknames do you two have?""How many family's have you crushed, Ciel and Y/n Phantomhive?""I thought it would be you.""You shame your family Azzurro Vanel.""Come now, my little Lord Phantomhive.""Do you know how hard it is for the Italian mafia here?""You Englishmen have nothing but tea on the brain.""It's difficult to penetrate those small minds of yours, so we have to think outside the box to make money.""So we found the drug trade."

*grunt*

"CIEL!""Did you hear that!?" "The time for talk is over!"

*scream**splat*"Y/N!"Azzurro was kicking your stomach multiple times while pulling your hair"Monsters like you always wear disguises, how 'bout you turn off that porcelain face you've got heh?" He was now kicking your face as blood was coming out of your mouth and noseThe telephone rang and the man answered it, not expecting to hear Sebastian

*chuckle**giggle*

"That's too bad..." Y/n started"Sounds like your little game of fetch is over." Ciel ended"Just shut your mouth you damn brat!""CIEL!" Azzuro hit Ciel once again"Hello?"

Sebastian was on the phone"Woof." Ciel answered Time skip

A couple minutes later"I have no intention of fighting you. Not yet." Azzurro said to Sebastian

He then grabs your hair along with Ciel's "But you better have what I asked for!" Azzurro said while holding both of you at gun point"Yes I do, it's right here."

*gunshot*"Wha-""Sebastian, what the hell...""Aw, sorry, dandy. I really am, but this rounds mine.""There's no way I was going up against Phantomhive’s, lord and lady of games, without a trump card hidden.""I damaged the goods a little bit , but that's alright. I'm sure both of you'll fetch a pretty price, even in this condition.""I might even keep the girl here.""Im sure she'll make a fine attraction." Azzuro said darkly"Don't worry, you have so many enemies,I doubt you'll be alive for that much longer.""Alright, I'm tired of messing around." Ciel finally spoke up"How much longer are you planning to play dead.""Not long."

As Sebastian was turning into his demon form you grabbed a handkerchief and wiped off any remaining blood from both you and Ciel"Good thing we didn't get injured too much." Y/n said softly"But your stomach-""I'm fine Ciel, just a couple kicks, that's all.""Whatever, I'm having Sebastian check you for bruises and scratches.""Fine."As Sebastian was carrying Ciel and holding your arm the other servants came

"Oh, master, mistress, are you alright?" Mey-Rin asked"We were so worried, I thought you two died!" Finny said almost crying at the end"Well, at least you guys are safe and sound." Bardroy said, sounding relieved"Well, we need to get cleaned up, so please, excuse us." Y/n said worried"Do you think she's alright?" Finny asked"She's was prolly shaken up by the fact that she got kidnapped." Bardroy said"But she's safe now, maybe I can prepare a bath for 'er!" Mey-Rin said"Sure, I'll give you what's needed then you can take care of her while I tend to the master.""WAHH- S-Sebastian?""My lady.""Come in?""Mey-Rin, did you need something?""Ah- I- Uh-m, I've come to prepare a bath for you!""A bath, for me? You're far too kind Mey- Rin, there's no need for that." Y/n said, walking towards Mey-Rin"But my lady, you got kidnapped not too long ago, I bet you're shaken up a bit.""Indeed I am, fine, come, run the bath, I'll wait here.""Of course my lady." Mey-Rin said bowing

https://at.tumblr.com/bouqetofmemes/flash-back/zc0detzo11cb

#black butler x y/n #black butler x reader #Ciel Phantomhive x sister reader #sebastian x child reader #Mey-Rin x child reader #bouquetofmemes

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transgender-train · 2 years

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Countryhumans x Y/N + my headcanons b4 you req

iliI will write the characters here x Y/N.

Y/N is gender neutral btw.

TW ED mention

all art used is not mine!

used this picrew:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/1473879

Germany

quiet, stern boy

also very smutty, but fluff is on the plate too [pls no smut tho]

will write angst with this man with other characters

9′8. [may or may not canon that all countries are fucking tall as shit]

not really big on beer if he’s honest

dresses classy because his vater thought him to do so.

so did his grandvater.

touchstraved

he will speak German when tired

uses any and all pronouns. He’s genderfulid.

all of the countries are pan.

i don’t ship Germany x Poland, Poland is terrified of this man

resting bitch face + emo

not overworked, he just has an addiction to working

Also a sugar daddy

France

Intersex

all of them have an accent btw, all soft accents tho.

fluff. pure fluff.

9′1.

He uses he/her pronouns tho

dresses more kinda 50/50

she hates the taste of wine, but loves freshly made baguettes. only if they’re freshly made tho.

Will spoil you

if you love French music [like Moi C’est] he will cry.

She love it when you play with her hair.

local lovable idiot.

murmurs French words to you, will sing to you.

he’s really good at singing.

he’s amazing at co-parenting the kids.

She is more fem. Use mainly she/her pronouns on her.

Britain/UK

Resting bitch face.

melts when they sees you though! They’re pretty big compared to you because they are like 9′9

They’re accent is pretty weak, though

fancy, pretty boy.

They kiss you all over the face immediately when they kiss you.

pretty fluff, softcore smut.

hums gentle lullabies

tell them they look good, they’re insecure

they have Vitiligo, it’s pretty bad.

they love their children with all their heart, even has main custody!

co-parenting? They’ll miss Ame, Aussie, Zealand, and Nada, but overall good at it!

can and wlll hold you.

they/them

America

Chaos, fucking chaos.

Skater boy, but he loves you so much!

the youngest. Even though him and Nada are twins.

he has Heterochromia iridum, he has insecurities because of his past classmates bullying him about it.

child at heart because of the childhood he lost.

He/him

he’s also a cuddler

he punches people when he is excited, the more excited, the more stronger.

he will not punch you tho- well he tries

and he’s doing good so far

9′2

he works as a DJ

he hates the smell of weed

he has an ED, will need your comfort

“I’m sorry you have to see me like this” repeated, this man thinks feelings are weak because of a Russian classmate that teased him when he cried.

he bleached his hair.

Canada

second oldest

hold this baby’s hand and tell him ‘i love you’ everyday-

he’s a total sweet heart and will nickname you Mapel

just like how his twin is born with Heterochromia iridum, he has it too.

He cried when Ame got the piercings btw.

9′2

He has tattoos.

Pretty warm for a country that’s normally -5 or -15 degrees C. 24 degrees F.

has a pet raccoon and named him Rascal.

‘I love you’s every 5 seconds, even in French.

Shy baby boy 2

just like how Ame punches people, he bites people.

his nickname is Shark because when he was 5-15 years old he bit people when he was excited.

he still does but like.. don’t say anything.

Only does this to people he knows.

Ukraine has bite marks on their hands. They are close friends. Ukraine was his babysitter.

if you have freckles he will trace them into hearts.

long hair? oh that’s getting played with

Fluff only.

Australia

HUG HIM. He is 3rd oldest, he is also 10′

he goes by Aussie and Fairy.

Used to be a way to bully him but now he loves the name.

stoner.

loves nature but is a stoner.

is a victim to Canada’s biting

he actually finds it cute, Ame also socked his shit when he was like 13, Aussie was 17.

hewassoproud

fluff.

He hugs you every day, no matter the occasion.

He hates hiccuping. He’d rather die than hiccup.

He also is a cuddler, ever since he was 8.

Mini backstory: Zealand hurt his arm when he fell off the bunk-bed, Aussie felt guilty, now he clings on to anything by him.

“That’s a pillow!” “i need something in my arms, shut the fuck up.”

During the Fall and Winter he is the best.

Halloween is his favorite day of the year.

loves you alot, he can’t explain it. He just loves you.

He will hold your hands and kiss your hand sometimes.

walking past you he will ruffle your hair- or smack your ass.

sitting in the car he will grab your thigh lightly.

Smut and Fluff.

has a tattoo of his mom’s name.

never showed anyone.

he’s tan bc he’s always out in the sun.

he will trace scars or stretch marks.

Zealand

shy fucking giant.

like 10′2 bro.

He is the oldest.

Hugs always, all though

drawing you is his love language.

He draw you 36 times, still in counting.

kisses you a lot.

he kisses your forehead a lot too

total sweet heart.

he’s good at back massages.

he loves to kiss your nose, he finds your smallness adorable.

nuzzles you alot.

softie.

Russia

veiny hands

tough man actually softie aYOOO??

he calls you every cute nickname in the book

yes, even kitten

but his accent saves him.

He is a total cuddle bug

honestly? He loves you.

Very romantic, thinks of sex as if making love to you, he’ll go nice and slow...

BUT THAT’S ON A GOOD DAY HUDEUDEGDEGY

anyways, emo and albino.

slight daddy issues?

Anger issues but not too bad

doesn’t chug vodak.

he drinks it with a chaser tho

other than that no.

he hugs you tightly. very tightly.

when he gets nightmares about his dad he will hold you very close and very tightly.

10′7

tallest country

China

He worries about squishing you.

very possessive of you tho!

9′4

he cried when you confessed to him, he never thought he would score a beautiful human like you

calls you Flower a lot.

if you have daddy issues, he is your new dad.

another sugar daddy.

his accent is not that strong.

he hugs you a lot though! so that’s a plus

kisses every 5 seconds.

total sweetie when it comes to you.

Ukraine

thought you were a weird cat ngl.

he’s 9′9, hush up.

he will pick you up.

movie night on Halloween with the best candies,plus your favorites.

wraps his wings around you.

“I love you” murmured into your forehead when he’s tired.

if you show that you hate a part of your body he will pay extra attention to it in bed.

in a good way though, just tell him to stop and he will.

he’s adopted.

nervous.

he trusts you.

he’s the pretty boy of the family.

Taiwan

love at first sight.

8′1

pretty short for a country but still.

kisses you like you are heaven!

because you are heaven to him<3

nicknamed you ‘sweetie’ and ‘darling’

rubs your back a lot.

noms on a of your hair or your shoulder.

he loves you so much

good at massages.

SIZE KI-

anyways, flower crowns :D

Japan

no. not Nekomi. Nekomi is 15 in my AU, so no. Her older brother Japan!

He’s very dominate. He calls you ‘sweet’.

very cold and stotic, but he seriously love you.

They are a Naga though, so he is amazing with his tongue.

Fluff and Angst

he knows about South Korea’s secret, which he will not tell you.

possessive too

loves to hold you close

if you are chunky, he will kiss your rolls, he finds it cute

thigh and ass man.

North Korea

Heloveshistwin

Shywhenitcomestoyou

His love language is handing you a self defence weapon.

Doesn’t care about weight, height

he just loves you.

angst and fluff

he will kiss you all over your face sometimes

he loves to speak Korean to you and see your confusion

he will murmur soft Korean songs to you

oh yea btw he’s 9′6

picks you up all the time.

crying? he’ll rub your back softly.

South Korea

shy boi

8′3

He’s trans masc, and loves to touch you

he kisses you when he sees you

hugs you everyday, even holds you

he sings to you, soft lullabies

just loves you

he/they

soft boy.

if you have eczema he will kiss your scars and hold you close.

loves to tease you

dyed his hair

fluff

Philippines

intersex

more masculine tho

calls you “Mahal”

kisses your face all over when he sees you.

big tough guy

9′5

cuddles you everyday

very buff

loves to sing to you tho!

thighs.

ruffles your hair and slaps your ass.

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