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Something about this image is making me want to cry
#minecraft#LOOK AT THE LIL GUY OMGGGG#I DONT THINK IVE EVER ACTUALLY *SEEN* FOXES CASUALLY#ughhh theyre so fucking cute#minecraft mob votes could never </3
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Could I have a jealous Simon riley, pleaseee. Angst is something I'd love, fluff or smut or both, your choice, thank youuuuu♡♡
Simon getting jealous :(
Love the ask omgggg, I’m so sorry for replying late :((
It had been half an hour,
To be more specific,
Half an hour since he’s been violently bashing the chap talking to you (in his head ofc) :)) in the middle of your uni’s fair
You had begged Simon to come with you since you didn’t wanna go alone plus, you could finally show him off :)))
So how could he say no to your request, and hey maybe he would enjoy he thought
But Simon wasn’t enjoying one bit.
Not because of you,
All because a puny lil kid was flirting with you.
Ogling at you to be more precise
How could a kid like that even flirt with you under his presence.
He couldn’t take it anymore,
“Let’s go princess” he says as he hovers over you keeping a tight grip on your waist
“What but we just came” you retort
“Let’s go.” He says sternly keeping his grip on your waist while looking down at your ‘friend’
He felt fucking pathetic, what is he a teenager?
He felt like he had no right to be so possessive but seeing you with a younger much more lively guy made him feel a bit inferior.
Taking you by the wrist he walks you back to the car ignoring your complaints.
When you reach the car you snap,
“Si what the fuck was that” you say buckling your seatbelt
“He was all over you, the fuckin’ comments, the way he looked at you.” He replies in a harshly.
“No he wasn’t for fucks sake you think everyone is in love with me or something.”
“Fucking hell princess don’t act naive, you know guys look at you and for Pete’s sake it’s not the best feeling for me”
“That’s not true” you say defensively
“What you don’t believe it?”
“he was fucking ogling at ya, how fuckin blind could ya be” he says while inching closer to you.
You could feel his breath on your forehead as he came closer, pushing your back against your seat.
Your breath hitches as you feel his fingers trail your thighs while his lips are so close to yours.
God his eyes are beautiful, the way he looks at you. It makes you melt
“Love you don’t know how fucking beautiful are, the way guys look at you makes my skin crawl”
“Jesus love you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve set my eyes on so when I act like a fuckin prick deal with it please” his soft tone makes you want to melt into his touch,
You can see his veins protrude out from his neck as he says this
“ Seein’ ya happy with that chap wanted me to fucking drag you to the car and fuck your brains out until the only thing heard in this university is how you’re mine, my girl”
“You’re mine, all mine.” He says with a slight wince in his voice.
“Yes si, m yours and you don’t have to worry about any other guy i promise” you say gently while caressing his face.
As you both hold each other close, he pulls you closer to kiss you and put you on his lap while unbuckling your seatbelt
He gives you a soft kiss on your cheek as he caresses your body while unbuttoning your shirt to reveal your bra,
God he gets so hard just by looking at you,
The way you look, the way you smell, the colour of your eyes, your skin. Everything about you makes him feel like a teenager in love
And he will make sure to show you that while he ravages you in the front seat of his car :)
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a/n- wedding one next ? 🤔 also happy new year !!!!
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y/n nothing matters but you.
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ynandtimmystan they've been together for so long I hope they get married and have babies and then THEY become nepo babies and the cycle just continues fr
paulsdunes ellos son mis padres fr
rachelzegler I LOVE YOU I MISS YOU
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y/n I MISS YOU MOREEEE LIKE SO MUCH SO BAD I miss our sleepovers 💔
tchalamet pretty girl. I'm so lucky.
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@y/n just tweeted- it's me and my loves anniversary soon omg. six years!!!!! where did the time go omg
@wonkasyn replied- six years omg...
@ynsgf replied- are yall doing anything special?🫶
@coolyn replied- "my love" we already know it's timmy girl 😭😭
@timandyn replied to @coolyn- LMAOO she's probably just used to referring to him as her bf, love, etc. she does have a personal life yk 🙄
@ynslipgloss replied- if yall ever break up I'll lose all hope in the world
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tchalamet 🍫🍫🍒🍑
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paulsatreides the emojis 💀💀
y/n im-
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kylesgirlfriend the way its completely unrelated too like he's just horny fr😭😭
y/n my personal chocolatier 😍😍😩😩
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y/n I love you weirdo
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y/n soooo we've been keeping a lil secret for a few weeks... i'm happily with you for eternity my beautiful, beloved man. you've seen me at my worst, at my best and everything in between and youre still here. I've never loved anybody more than I love you. from the day we met, I knew i would love you forever.
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hellatightkyle NO WAYYY OMGGGG
ynsdune OMFG my parents
rachelzegler CONGRATULATIONSSSS I LOVE YOU GUYS
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tchalamet my heart is still racing from that day. I love you forever. thank you for making me the happiest person in the entire fucking world.
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y/n no baby, thank YOU for loving me and making me the happiest person ever.
ynscurtains I KNEW ITTT OMFGGG for their six year anniversary
zendaya so glad to be your personal photographer that day
tsgf it ain't gonna last 💀
hellatightkyle he's not gonna date you 🗣🗣
sabrinacarpenter CONGRATU FUCKING LATIONS OMGGG
y/n I haven't stopped crying sab help
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tchalamet I knew you'd say yes. but I was still so fucking nervous. asking you to be my wife was nerve wracking, but also so exciting and exhilarating and just the absolute greatest thing ive ever done. I'll never forget how beautiful you looked that day. I love you, I adore you. seeing that ring on your finger everyday fills me with so much joy, pride and love. what a lucky man I am to be marrying you.
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atreidesdune god when will I find a man like him
l/nology HIS CAPTION OMGGG he loves her so much 😭😭🫶💕💕💕
y/n crying. I'm the lucky one.
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ynandtimmystan I'm literally a genius
florencepugh CONGRATULATIONS MY LOVESSS
ynslauries I love how he always says he's so lucky to be with her 🥺🥺🥺 how i want my men.
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BESTIE BESTIES OMGGGG I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SO DEPRAVED OMGSJSJKSK. Older!Coach!Ari is a famous sports coach/trainer and is training reader on her upcoming badminton match. Basically reader is a typical rich brat and is constantly butting and being bratty with Ari, but deep down all she wants is to be praised and coddled. Ari at first hates her bcs rich girlies are annoying but then once he recognizes that her brattiness is all just an act and that she's actually just a soft hopeless unloved bean irl, he starts coddling her and praising her for playing good badminton. Like calling her a good girl, rubbing her hair, making her eat etc. Plus he's got all these cute nicknames for her.
And the best part!!!! Reader wears these pastel short ass tennis skirts (yk the ones!) and just practices her badminton in them. They're so cute and short that her lil ass is always peeking and every time she bends down to grab the shuttle, Ari can see her pretty pink panties. Ari would just come up behind her and slap her ass or hold her arm and try show her how to throw properly (yk the typical move where guys get behind the girl and teach her how to do something??). She's sooo tiny next to him and so soft and shy and bratty. He'd finger her right there on the practice ground and would scold her for trembling or moaning too much or not throwing the shuttle properly. Or he'd slap her baby cunt when she's being bratty or he'd make her go down on him and go down on her in the showers. He'd do everything but fuck her (plus points if she's a virgin owwww) and reader begs for it alllll the time but he'd always reject until!!! The reader finally wins the competition she was supposed to be trained for and Ari finallyyyy fucks her because she did such a good job. Basically it's just filthy and crazy and adorable. just everything is so rough and depraved but also soft???? Kill me.
This is so long and not coherent at all. I am sorry 😭. SHOULD I WRITE A FIC ON THIS????
Oooh bestie this is so hot! I’m no expert with moodboard, but I put something together 🫣
I can totally imagine beefy dilf tennis coach!Ari, he’s super strict with his students and always seems to be in a bad mood. He doesn’t even train girls because he thinks they don’t belong in the courts, but you’ve decided tennis is your new hobby and your rich dad pays the best coach around (Ari) to teach you… 🤔🤔
And Ari doesn’t even take you seriously, always calling you a “spoilt little girl” and “daddy’s little princess who hasn’t worked a day in her life” 😭 But you’re all sunshine and giggles and so soft and sweet and cute in your pastel tennis dresses and designer racquets and special pink tennis balls! And you’d pout at him like, “Please, sir, I just wanna be as good as you 🥺 won’t you help me?” And dilf!Ari tries to resist because you’re like half his age (🫣) and also bc you’re an annoying privileged brat but he can’t help but cop a feel when he’s trying to teach you how to stand and how to swing and all that. Just his fingers brushing against your butt or the way he grips your hips as he positions you on the court 🫠 and he can’t help but get excited and happy when you do well in practice, although he tries to hide it and keep up his grumpy, disinterested persona.
I can totally imagine you skipping over to sit in his lap during breaks, perched on his knee all innocently while Ari’s eyes practically bug out of his head at how cute you look, your pastel pink tennis skirt flaring up with the wind, the front of your dress all wet bc you’re swigging your water while making eye contact with him as half the bottle drips down your front. And Ari’s so hard because you smell like candy and you’re just so cute and sexy and little but he can’t, so he shoves you off all like, “watch it, little girl. I’m your coach, not one of your boy toys that you play around with.” And you just bat your lashes at him like, “I wouldn’t mind if you played around with me, daddy.”
And Ari just can’t take it anymore, and he drags you into the court changing rooms and pulls you over his knee and gives you a good bare bottom spanking 😳😳😳 “You want to act all slutty on my courts, little miss princess? I’ll show you what happens if you even try.” And he just spanks you till your ass is raw and then he makes you practice doubly hard but he can’t help but notice how submissive and cute you look and how you seem so interested in him and how he could really teach you a lesson or two (not to do with tennis). So he fingers you as a reward for practicing so hard, “And guess what, princess? Daddy can make you feel even better if you keep being good for me.” And you work sooo extra hard in your tennis bc you want to impress your daddy (Ari) 😌😌😌 and bc he promised to make you feel good! And you want to have sex with him soo bad bc you’re a virgin and you’re so ready but Ari won’t 😭😭😭 you’re like, “Please daddy, I’ll play even better in the competition if you fuck me🥺🥺🥺” And he slaps your baby cunt and tells you that daddy knows best and he’ll fuck you when he pleases 😭😭 ALSO THIS IS ALL KEPT A SECRET FROM YOUR FATHER OFC.
And I’ll stop there but bestie you inspired me so much!!! And idek where this all came from!!! I love this cute lil tennis concept you came up with!!! I just couldn’t help but keep writing bahahaha 💕💕💕🫣🫣🫣🌸🌸🌸🥰🥰💞💞
#AHHHHH#ari levinson#ari levison x reader#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans#chris evans x reader#Ari drabble#jeonsbbyeal
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HEHE omg my eife <333 loved the scene where she beat the shit out of tessa and reconciled with uzi and everything. that was so cool im glad to see shes alive cus i thought she was gonna die in ep 7!!! i would hv been sooo sad like i think i would have just died. lol. Lol . that would be crazy dude can you IMAGINE doll dying lol can you imagine? crazy. that would be crayz i'd be so sad anyways shes soooo pretty hehe omggggg <3333
god i NEED herrrrrr omg hehehe holy FUCK shes so prettyyyyyy <33 hehe omg omgawsh look @ her wit her stupid ass lil knife. fuck she doin with that girl CAREFULLL u could poke ur eye out!!!!!!! hehe jk i bet she handles it carefully omgg guys shes so prettyyyy im so glad we saw her in this episodeee!!!!!!! im so happy guys im sooo glad we saw herrr. my wifeeeeeeeeee :3 hehe omgggg
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I've been following you for a while now, and I absolutely love your art, but I have to admit I have seen nothing and know nothing about wrestling. If you've got the time to answer: where do you watch and keep up with it, and where should a newbie start? Your amazing art and your enthusiasm has got me wanting to get into it!
omGGGG thANK UUUUU :-) !!!! it feels like its the year of wrestling at the moment, i love it!
and OH MAN......WHERE DOI WE BEGIN.. truly the best way to get into wrestling is to find a guy yo u wanna squeeze like a stress toy and find everything they're iN AMSIOAHOSF
it also depends on what kind of stuff you liek!! i can send you a lil vid based off of what you may be interested in!
DO YOU LIKE cute shenanigans ? watch a really awkward but sweet propOSAL IN THE RING!
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OR you may enjoy a fun dance off right before a blood and guts match!
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DO YOU LIKE drama?good story? pain and personal suffering? you may like the mjf and cm punk video package!
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i may also recommend this video about roman reigns, esp if you know nothing of wrestling it's such a great introduction to the crazy and mystical world of wrestling!
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DO YOU LIKE blood and guts? then you might enjoy this brutal match with The Bunny ! IT IS VERY BLOODY THO BIG WARNING!
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LASTLY: one of the best stories in wrestling i think is of The Golden Lovers, beautiful sweet and heartbreaking (and still going on!). this is one of the stories taht hooked me !
i cant find the video that goes into much depth but this one speaks on it a little bit! (its starts at 19:59 )
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SORRY THIS IS SO LONG MIDAS it truly does depend on what you like tho! the way i got into it was by seeing a guy i liked and looking up everything wit him in it on youtubE mOMIDIAOHS.. i currently watchg AEW tho if that helps! there is WWE but it;s like,,,, OK.. the roman reigns story is one of the best and on going ones tho!
theres a site that uploads episodes like almost immediatly after (and live!) so if you wanna catch an AEW episode you can check it out here!
HOPE THIS HELPS, I HOPE U HAV A GOOD TIME LOOKIN THROUGH THESE IF U DO! :-)
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Sneak Peek 2/3
Mx., they are now a cozy AF trio
9:48 am, 4/1/2024
Awww the bee plushie omgggg… look at my lil guys
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I love how you wrote my last request so here's another. I feel manic but dogshit lately so please gib angst.
König and ex gf Y/N bump into each other again at a German cafe after so many yrs. Lil happy catch up over coffee (that Y/N prolly initiates bc knowing König). They had a good relationship but shit didn't work out as young peeps. She lives abroad now and just returned to town to visit family, so as much as the relationship was rly special, it's old and unrealistic and both are just happy to know the other is doing great.
Then days after, he lowkey wants a friendly chat again but finds out that she died in a car accident. Now König doesn't know if he wants to cry or not, and if he should visit (he prolly will). Gawd it's a whole level of sad when it fits upbeat music. Song reference? Alexa, play Never Forget You by Noisettes.
And thank you, have a good day.
Hello! Thank you for requesting from me again, I'm really happy you enjoyed my first writing! 💗 I hope you feel better soon darling :( ik how it feels to be in a bad place so I'm sending you lots of love! XOXO 💝
König x ex!reader
Hurt/angst
Sfw
Tw: mentions of death and car accidents, funeral, crying, cursing
How long has it been? 2 years, 3 years? No, definitely more than that
The time you spent with that boy washed away like sand on the seashore
Memories fade, as do old relationships
You just never thought you'd see him again
On a trip back to your hometown, to visit your family
You go to your favorite café, the one you always went to before you went to work abroad
The smell and atmosphere of the café brings back so many memories, of good and bad, happy and sad
Nostalgia is truly a weird thing
As if he knew you were nostalgic, he was sitting at a small table, in the back of the café, looking over it
That's when his eyes meet yours
Both of you freeze momentarily; time seems to stop
None of you dare to move, waiting for the other to initiate the first move
Like how it was, and always had been, you were the braver one
You started your way to him
He shifts, clearly startled by your sudden eagerness
"Hey, is this seat taken?"
"No"
Well then that's your que
You sit down across him; time seems to go by painfully slow. You both don't dare to look in each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. Having to take the lead again, you part your mouths to say what he didn't have the courage to say. "How have you been König?". He seems even more disturbed by your friendliness, shifting in his seat; he answers: "I've been fine, you?". A bit more comfortable now, you decide to be more open about what you've been up to, despite the fact that you both had history.
"Well, you know, just been working, doing the adult stuff....paying taxes and shit." You try to be a bit funny, but you think you sound awkward to him. He smiles, he missed this old you, you've never changed ever since you were children; that takes him back to his younger days, with you. You continue on: "I found a good job abroad, and it pays well. It's also a job that I've always wanted to have.". "I know, you've always been adventurous, wanting to get away from this small town.". You nod, surprised that he somehow still remembers that about you.
"What about you? What have you been up to? You ask curiosly. Truth be told, he had grown up and looked way different from the young boy you used to know, but his personality didn't seem to change much; his body was just a man now. A handsome man at that. You briefly wondered if he was seeing someone else know, but quickly remind yourself that it's not what you're here for. He's just an old friend you knew.
"I got the military job I wanted." Swiftly, he meets your eyes for a second to see any sign of admiration or fondness for his new job. He thought that maybe joining the army would make him more scary, more manly, less of the young and dumb boy he once was. Yet your expression never wavered, but you seemed proud of him. He was fine with that. "That's really great König! I can't imagine the hard and tough training you went through to join the army, I'm very proud of you." Your answer was so genuine and kind. It made his heart ache a little. Just a little... "Yeah, I'm happy you think that." Wow, what a conversation killer you thought. Seems like you still need to take the lead, even in a conversation.
"So...." You start slowly, pleading him with your eyes, to say something too. "So, why are you back here?" He asked, genuinely, he was curious; he hadn't seen you in such a long time, didn't hear from you either, and now you just suddenly show up? And he happens to see you? Fate must have set you guys up, again. Dumbfounded, you answer: "I'm just back to see my family, I miss them a lot, and this town, even if I acted like I wanted to get out of it. I never thought that I could miss it so much, or maybe I just missed the memories I made here." Wow. What a deep answer. Were you also thinking of him when you said the memories you missed? Does that mean you missed him? Part of the reason why he was in this particular café today was because he missed you.
He missed the memories you both made here, the numerous dates you guys had here. He just didn't expect to see you. Lady luck really smiled on him today, so why does it feel like he's fucking it up? What does he lack? What's wrong with him? Hadn't he grown into a better man now? Older and wiser, kinder and smarter? You break his train of thought when you suddenly tell him that it was time for you to go, you still had family to visit. He silently curses himself for letting you sit in silence with him, when he had this chance to talk to you again. He just mods politely, tells you that it was nice to see you again, and maybe you both should go out to catch up again sometime. You nod and agree: "Here's my number if you want to contact me König." Althought taken aback by your boldness, he eagerly takes your number. "Here's mine. See you here, same time, same place, in two days?" You agree and say your goodbyes to him, little did he know, he should've cherished this time better, as it would be the last time he ever got to see and hear you again.
The two days went by so slow. He was still processing the fact that he actually got to see you again. "Should I wear something nicer today?" He thought. "No, it's just a casual talk over coffee. Nothing special." He opted for a white button-up shirt and rolled up the sleeves, paired with dark jeans and leather shoes. At least he looked presentable enough. At the same time as yesterday, he drove to the café. He sat down in the sane spot as yesterday, patiently waiting for you. After he waited around 20 minutes, he decided to text you."Hey y/n, are you okay? I'm waiting at the café for you. If you are running late, it's okay, just lmk." Simple, yet to the point. He waited about 10 minutes for you to reply or call him, but there was nothing. Anxiously, his thoughts started to waver and think the worst. Maybe it was your plan all along, to get him to trust you, and then to hurt him like this. No, you wouldn't do that; you never were that kind of person. He knew he needed to stop being so insecure and worried, so instead, he decided to drive to your family to check on you instead.
It was a short drive, from the café to your family house, which he remembered was on a small but peaceful street. Driving by, he saw it; it was the same as he remembered in his teenage days; small yet cozy, you had a younger brother that most likely already moved out too. The house had all sorts of flora and greens growing outside of it. Your parents had a passion for gardening and always kept everything presentable. Parking his car on the side of the street, he got out and made his way up the steps of your family house. Nervously, he knocked on the front door a few times, anxiously waiting for someone to answer the door.
After a few minutes of worrying and anxious thinking, your mom opened the door, looking distraught and her eyes a bit red. "Hello Mrs.l/n, how are you? I came to check up on y/n after she didn't show up to our...catch up day today.". He was so nervous about talking to your mom again, fearing she would get mad and shut the door on him since you guys weren't a thing anymore. Instead, she looked a bit relieved, but tears started welling up in her eyes. "K-könig, it's so nice to see you again... It's y-y/n, she...she got into a car crash just half an hour ago. She told me she was on her way to see you." His heart dropped. "W-What, Mrs.l/n, are you sure? Y-y/n can't really be....gone? Right?" He was shaking now, stuttering through his words. "I wish I was lying too König, but we just found out too, after the police called us.". No!no! This can't be! After all those years of missing you, he got his chance to talk to you again, and now you leave again? It can't be true! "Would you like to come in and have a seat König? I'll make a cup of tea for you, " she sniffled. Still shocked, he nodded and went inside your house. The smell and feeling of your presence hit him like a train. He couldn't help but let tears well up in his eyes, nose starting to run. Your mom gently pats his shoulders as she leads him to sit down at the dinner table.
After he was seated, she started to make some tea in a kettle: "she had missed you a lot." She told him suddenly. Shocked, König looked up at her from his hands, "she did?". "Yes, she told me yesterday night about how she ran into you at her favorite café, and how you hadn't changed much. She said you reminded her of home." Fuck. He started crying harder now, after he heard what your mother told him. You really missed him? And all this time he was worried about what he did. You truly were a kind soul. Your mom turned around and gave him a hug. "I know it's hard König, I know you must have missed her too. Otherwise, why could you have come all the way to our house to check up on her?" He shifted, agreeing with what she said. "She would've been very happy to hear that you still care about her this much, after all these years.". He started bawling now. He didn't care if it was embarrassing. He didn't care if he wasn't manly anymore. All he wanted to do was to mourn for you, for the soul mate he lost. For the one who slipped from his fingers all the time.
Your mom continued: "After the police are done investigating who the driver that ran into her was, and after they...they gather her body... we will be having a funeral for her. We would be happy if you'd come." "Yes, yes, I will be attending her funeral, Mrs.l/n." "Good, she would have wanted you to. Would you like to stay here for tonight?" She asked kindly. "Thank you for the offer, Mrs.l/n, but I think I should go and think about everything." "I understand König, but you are welcome back here anytime okay?" He nodded, thanked her for the tea, and went about his way home.
On the drive back to his home, he couldn't stop the waterworks from coming. He was never the type to cry so hard, especially not over someone. But you, you had been different. You bad been someone special, someone he held dear.
Now that you're gone, he doesn't know what to do. He was probably going to drink his night away and reminiscence all the good times you guys had together.
The day of the funeral came back. All your friends and family were gathered together on a gloomy, cloudy day. The sky looked like it dared everyone to go home, for it would start storming anytime soon. Looks like even the heavens were downcast from your death. He stood alongside your mom for the rest of the funeral. He brought your favorite flowers and set them on your gravestone solemnly. Silently, he promised to himself that he would never, ever love anyone unless it's you again.
Omgggg this was one of the longest fics I've ever written 😭😭😭 I'm sorry it took kind of long, and I apologize if there are any errors in here, I was too lazy to go back and proof read it 😞😞😞 I hope you guys enjoy it tho!
Have a great day!💐
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Can I just say, I love the way you draw Shadow Milk Cookie. He's so bouncy in your artstyle, he looks like a chewy gummy candy, like those gummy lifesavers. I especially love the way he looks when he's jealous, and when he's in modern clothes. He's just a lil' funky guy who does funky things <3 A skrunkly scrimblo, if I may.
OMGGGG thank youuuuu i never realized my art would reach soo many people you’re so nice thank you thank youuu AHHH!! hzjbejsbsjsns
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ok its me again hi AAAHHHH this is so nice i feel so warm im lying on my bed kickin my lil legs i cant believe this thank you for being nice omgggg now im on a roll im gonna say things about julian hkdhjgdgjf
only one song really that i scanned the whole tag looking for to see if anyone said it before and i was so surprised that i didnt find it and i went to check the official playlists on spotify cause maybe its on there already and thERE ISNT ONE WHAT???? i had the muriel one liked on here and id never checked any other ones out lmao but like i swear there had to be one?? like maybe they made it first and its somewhere separately??? julian is like the most popular one how the hell does he not get a spotify list is that how this tag was created?? *gasp* am i discovering the ~fandom lore~
(just gonna say you dont actually need to answer any of that in detail dont waste your time gksgkydgjf im just screaming into the void cause i was so flabbergasted after those 3 whole minutes of research i put into this)
ANYWAY the actual song would be House of Wolves by our lord and saviour MCR! its so good for him with his whole Woe is Me drama king vibe lol and the plaguey thematicssss mmmm delicious TELL ME im a BAD BAD BAD BAAD MAAAAN aight you lil masochist i see u and the "you better run like the devil cause they never gonna leave you alone" you get it caUSE HES A FUGITIVE DO YOU GET THE DEEP UNRAVELABLE METAPHORS DO YOU GET IT DO YOU G aight shut up hkhfjtdy anyway
ok i lied jystfhte heres another one i just remembered i really wanted to put here its not new but just in case somebody hasnt seen it yet lmao its such a masterpiece ill do anything to give it its due here ya go
https://youtu.be/61HltPN_k3g
and the other thing im really glad to have seen people mention here is musical songs cause thats one of the things i love about him the most like yass we love a thespian king slay grl so then anytime im binging a musical there always come the intrusive thoughts of "aw hed love this one" and "oh hed be great for this role" like i went to see f-ing swan lake with my f-ing grandpa and one of the major takeaways i got from the experience was (UH IM GONNA PUT A SPOILER WARNING HERE? I GUESS? IN CASE ANYONE CARES HELLO JULIAN BAD ENDING SPOILERS AHEAD DO MOVE ALONG NOW IF YOU DONT LIKE THAT AVERT YOUR GAZE CITIZENS LMAO LIKE YOU HAVENT SEEN FANARTS N ADS ALREADY ALRIGHT ALRIGHT) "omg jules would be so perfect as that bird guy villain IN HIS BIRD GUY SHAPE TOO OMG WITH THE WINGS ON STAGE THIS IS AWESOME WHY CANT I DRAW GOOD GODDA-"
anyway hed love hadestown (hed at least try to cast muriel as hades cause hes perfectly intimidating for it but theres way too many lines which okay Maybe but AND he has to sing???? nah hes out bkgdhkdt) i dont know what hed think of pierre natasha & the great comet cause its maybe a little eccentric i suppose but i think hed appreciate the cultural roots of the vibe with him being fantasy ruso-slav-ukrainian-whatnot heritage i reckon and hed definitely have a blast at a live performance and hed ABsolutely join in with the actors in between the rows at some point and theyd ABSOlutely let him cause hes that good and game recognize game cmon hes gonna show you amateurs what a real kazotski looks like
i can also see him enjoying sweeney todd, for its delightful edgyness, maybe even some themes relatable for him, and his sappy ass would SO memorise Pretty women to whip it out at an opportune serenading moment khgdturshc im so cringe and loving it
well i cant think of any more shows to throw him together with so thus ends my soliloquy wow i cant believe thats how you spell that anyway i hope anybody who knew what the hell im talking about enjoyed all that jgfztits see you in another 20 minutes when i come back like "AND ANOTHER thing-
Yay, it's the character song essays anon!! :D
I'm glad to see you back, and I will once again be re-linking the song you shared below and adding your suggestions to the tag ^.^
And frankly, I'm 76% certain that one of Julian's love languages is theatre, especially musical theatre. That could be tickets, that could memorizing the lines from one of this favorite scenes and reciting it back to him, it could be showing up to every single performance he's involved in :)
I'm glad to see you back in my inbox, friend, feel free to message me if you ever want to obsess over the characters together! Cheers -
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I'm slowly working my way through your fanfic and it's literally so amazing omgggg I love it. if you want a writing prompt, could we maybe have a one shot or something?
Maybe Oz like accidentally hurts himself being clumsy and then Calum takes care of him? Idk, I think it would be cute.
If you wanted a marvel prompt you can always make it stucky or something but I love your lil guys smmmm
I want you to know that I kept coming back to my inbox to read this until I could answer it because it makes me so happy 😭😭😭😭
Anyway, have a quick fic under the cut ❤️❤️❤️
Fall 1991
Oz wasn't brave enough to look at his knee to see if it was bleeding. Tears spilled hot over his cheeks to echo the blush that matched the burn in his hitching chest. It didn't leave any room for bravery.
He'd been following Calum inside through the kitchen door of the Kilpatrick's house, when his foot seemed to catch on nothing (That was always happening; his mom said he had more limbs than he knew what to do with, but Oz didn't know what he was supposed to do about it.) and he tumbled to his knees on the brick walkway. Now, both of his knees smarted, along with his palms where he reached out to catch himself, with his right knee hurting worse than the other.
But he wasn't supposed to cry about it. Only babies cried. Oz swiped at his face with his arm, a pained sob bursting from him, and there Calum was kneeling in front of him.
"It's okay, Oz, you're okay. Does it hurt? You just need a plaster, come on."
Calum grabbed his arms to stand them both up. Oz saw his knee without meaning to and whimpered. His knee wasn't bleeding-bleeding, but the top of his knee was skinned with blood slowly oozing to the surface. Seeing it only made the pain worse. Another sob burst from him as Calum took his hand to lead him into the kitchen and sit him down at the bar.
"Stay here, okay? Mam has a kit under the sink."
Oz nodded, wiping at more unwanted tears. "Okay," he blubbered out.
Calum was back in only a few moments, with a red zip bag that looked like it had been used a lot. Different first-aid supplies spilled over the counter as Calum unzipped it and looked through it. Oz winced when Calum tore open a wet square. It hurt when Calum wiped the small piece of cotton over his knee, making him yelp and Calum apologize, but it wasn't the lasting burn he expected. He watched the wound on his knee bubble through teary eyes, before Calum smeared Germolene over it. The wintergreen scent made both of their noses wrinkle.
"Please don't tell anyone I cried," Oz said, while Calum was smoothing a plaster printed with glow-in-the-dark stars over his knee. "My dad said I'm not supposed to, and I don't wanna get in trouble."
"That's silly. What else are you supposed to do when you're hurt?" Calum leaned down to press a kiss against the bandage. "There, now it has to feel better." He moved to give Oz a hug, and he clung back. "You can cry when you're over here, if you want. I won't tell anyone."
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I was the anon that was too embarrassed but I got a little confident rn 😭 but thank you for not minding my spams 😼 here are doodles I have of Tim that I wanted to share wit u
omgggg i love ur style!!!!!!its so chewable!!!!!
look at my bf guys he looks so good ik ik no need to tell me🤭🤭🤭
take this art i did of fem goth pony for my gf ft by lil soda and darry!!!!!
#tim shepard#ponyboy curtis#darrel curtis#darry curtis#the outsiders fanart#the outsiders art#babs’ art corner
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THE LAST OF US EP 1.08 SPOILERS
guys i’m with a friend again and they don’t know what’s gonna happen and i’m literally so fucking scared HAHAHAHA
I’M SO SCARED
I’M SHAKING AND SWEATING
the second i see troy baker on my screen i’m screaming and yelling and running
my friend was like “BRIEF NUDITY OMGGGG🤭” and i was like 😳🫢 NOT FOR THE REASONS YOU THINK
THEY KEPT THE NAME OF THE RESTARAUNT
i hate this
i’m already so scared
not forgotten memories playing
YELLINNNNGGGGGG TROY BAKER I’M YYEEELLLIIINNNNGGGGGGG
WAIT IS THIS BEFORE THEY WERE CANNIBALS????????
or are they speaking in code??????
JOEL AND ELLIE WOOOOOOOO
ugh god i love them
OH NO
ELLIE DON’T LEAVE MISS GIRL
PLEASE
THE RABBIT AHH AHHH AHHH
THIS IS A LIL TOO MUCH LIKE THE GAME AHHHHHHH
OH GOD
this is definitely NOT before they were cannibals
omg just like the game
ewwwww
also so slay that troy has gotten to act with 2 ellie’s
GODDDDD THIS IS SO MUCH LIKE THE GAME I HATE IT AND LOVE IT
i’m so stressed
THAT CRAZY MAN WAS TRAVELLING WITH A LITTLE GIRL AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH
I’M SO SCAREDDDD
troy baker is slaying
THE MUSICCCCCCCCCC
I’M SO SCARED DUDE
THE LAST OF US (YOU AND ME) FUCK OFF
THE SHOT OF HER LYING NEXT TO HIM GO AWAYYYYYYYYYY
THE WAY HE TURNED TOWARD HER I’M GONNA DROWN MYSELF
WHERE DID THAT MEAT COME FROM???
HUH????
THAT’S NOT VENISON IS IT
NOPE
BC THEY JUST GOT BACK WITH THE DEER
I’M GONNA THROW UP
SO THEY LIE TO THEM ABOUT WHAT THEY’RE EATING?????
EXCUSE ME THE WAY HE HIT HER???? I’D BE JUMPIN OVER TABLES TO STAB HIM
god they made david so much worse uuugh
i’m actually sweating so much
IT’S DEFINITELY NOT VENISON JAMES WAS SO APPREHENSIVE AND RELUCTANT TO EAT
ALLOWED TO BE HAPPY AHHHHHHH
uh oh ellie’s wearing the sweater from the promos where she’s in the cage😅
I’M SO FUCKING SCARED
THEY’RE AFTER HER BRO
oh joel’s gonna fuck people UP when he’s fully conscious
preparing to see this horse get shot unfortunately
NOT TROY BEING THE ONE THAT SHOOTS THE HORSE
GODDAMNIT
THE MUSIC AHHHHHH
troy do be slaying tho
I DON’T LIKE THIS
ready for joel miller to beat some bitches U P
hit me with the “that’s alright. i believe him.” PLEASE
YES JOEL MILLER
STEALTH KILL SLAY
HOMIE HIT TRIANGLE
OH NO.
ELLIE IN THE CAGE.
OH NO.
hmmmmm couldn’t think of why the cage is in THE KITCHEN.
PLEASE LET THIS BE THE INTERROGATION SCENE.
PLEASE
YYEEESSSSSSS
YEEESSSSSS
SLAY SLAY SLAY
YEAAAAA MAP TECHNIQUE
“that’s okay. i believe him” YYEEEAAAAAAA
OH NO
OHHHH NO
THE EAR
BREAK HIS FINGER ELLIE
BREAK IT
ellie doesn’t need a father?? hard to believe
i want her to break his finger so bad
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CAMERA PAN DOWN TO THE HAND
EWWWW HIS HAND OVER HERS IS SO GROSS
YEA BREAK HIS FINGER
CUNT???? YEA. BELLA RAMSEY IS SERVING THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
YEAAAA ELLIE IS THE GIRL THAT BROKE YOUR FUCKING FINGER
YEA JOEL MILLER
WAIT IS THIS WHERE HE FINDS ELLIE’S BAG???
OHHHH GOD
EWWWW THE BODIES
OH GOD IT’S THE PART
troy baker still serving
NOOOO TROY BAKER
OH GOD BOSS FIGHT TIME
IT LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE THE GAME TOO
I’M SO SCARED
I’M SCARED
THE CRAWLING PART LIKE THE GAME AHHHHH
HER SCREAMING I CANNOT.
“it’s okay babygirl” CRYING CRYING
them walking away and leaning on each other😭😭😭😭
NEXT WEEK IS GONNA KILL ME
ASHLEY JOHNSON ASHLEY JOHNSON ASHLEY JOHNSON
AHHHHHH
god i’m not gonna survive
THE FAKE HORSE PFFFFFT
UGH.
the look in ellie’s eyes when joel wraps his jacket around her UUUUGGHHHHH
BELLA RAMSEY GIVE THEM ALL THE AWARDS
welp. see you next week. for THE FINALE.
UUUUGH.
#the last of us hbo#tlou hbo#the last of us hbo spoilers#tlou hbo spoilers#the last of us spoilers#tlou spoilers#the last of us#tlou
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ur such a silly lil guy ty for being an amazeballs mutual wtf i live laugh love ur account and art 😋
You can look at my rock collection 💕💕 that’s how special you are ✨
ROCK COLLECTION REVEAL (ALSO THABK YOU SO MUCH OMGGGG)
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Victoria going into premature labor while Michael is away on business and they already have Niccolò, Verona, Vincent and James… James is about three years old or so.
Michael rushes home after quickly dealing with whatever business and has Tom and Sonny deal with the rest.
When he gets to the hospital that the doctor has rushed Victoria to, he isn’t allowed in the delivery room and ends up having to calm down a scared lil James who had been with his mama when it all happened and he is such a mamas boy that he wouldn’t calm down for anyone other than Michael who murmurs away in Italian to him, his youngest son and mini me falling asleep cuddled into him.
The baby turns out to be a little girl and Michael is totally smitten with her and she has him wrapped around her fingers from the first time he sees her. She is a literal duplicate of Victoria in miniature baby form (Verona looks like him with bits of Victoria) and Michael greets his youngest in Italian and kisses his wife too.
They name the baby Emilia Ludovica Corleone (continuing the Italian geography theme like they did with Verona)
Michael brings the other kids into meet their baby sister and tells the boys that they need to protect both Verona and Emilia now
Omgggg this prompt!! 👀 Victoria's fifth pregnancy with a baby girl, let's go! I altered the prompt a little as in the premature labour to a regular birth but a little early/as a surprise not to stray too far from the original prompt, but here's the birth of little baby Emilia!! 🥰🙏🏻 I've got a lot of prompts for a fifth baby (with different names too!) and although this isn't canon in the fic (Michael and Victoria haven't had a fifth child, yet... 👀) I'm more than happy to write up these interesting prompts for you guys!! 🤗💞
‘Two weeks left, two weeks!’ is all you could ecstatically think to yourself and chime out to Michael over the phone earlier this morning, excited for your husband’s return from a business trip in New York.
In exactly two weeks, you’d be in the delivery room of the hospital again after two years, giving birth to your fifth child and the newest little member of the Corleone family.
Your fifth pregnancy was somewhat of a surprise but at the same time you and Michael could both call it ‘expected’ considering the amount of unprotected sex the two of you were having.
It’s not that either of you were careless about it, but more so not against the chance of having children again if it resulted into pregnancy.
As it always comes to be in the winter, Michael’s business trips grow in length and frequency which consistently means less and less intimacy spent together in bed, but quite impressive in a way that causes you to blush thinking about it since you and Michael conceived again.
You remember your pregnancy with the twins as if you were carrying them in your belly just yesterday; how consistent morning sickness was but all in all the majority of your pregnancy went with little to no discomfort and lots of bumping around inside.
Still, you weren’t able to reach your delivery date when pregnant with Niccolo either, giving birth a week early with your water breaking in the study of your New York estate before Michael rushed you off to the hospital.
Vincent and James were welcomed into the world on their due dates although it seemed as if Vincent was going to burst out of you any minute from how active he was in you.
James was a quiet one, but you could always feel the heel of his foot pressing against your belly and giving that a little nudge or pressing your hand against it made you even more giddy to finally give birth to him and welcome another little baby to your growing family.
Now however with your fifth pregnancy which is only two years after the birth of James, it’s become all the more difficult right up until the later stages.
Your morning sickness seemed doubled than from what you had with the twins, you constantly felt nauseous, you craved the strangest of foods and felt fatigued much more often than usual.
You knew this was going to be a bit of a troublesome pregnancy and aided it with lots of rest time, especially insistent on Michael’s behalf.
It surprised you and Michael both once you got to the eighth month of your pregnancy that your symptoms alleviated smoothly over time with the fatigue and backpain lingering every now and then when you spent too much time sleeping in one position or on your feet for long.
Michael would have never even thought of leaving for his business trip if things got worse or if nothing changed as he’s always been one to be cautious and worry about you from the moment you get the news you’re pregnant up until the month after your pregnancy as your body rests and recovers. This would be the fifth time you’d give birth naturally too, of course.
Squealing out “two weeks! Two weeks!” now came out to be screaming “two weeks?! But there was two weeks?!” in your bedroom as you can barely find the strength to balance on your own two feet.
The heavy fatigue you felt on and off for so many months has hit you like a truck all at once, racking over your entire body at its worst when it had just crept back into you ten minutes ago.
You can’t decide whether to hold onto your bed post, the wall or onto your lower back killing you from the achy soreness spiking over your muscles, let alone the tenderness you feel in your belly.
Your mouth grows dry from panting out in panic, sweat forming over your forehead from the insistent rush of contractions rocking back and forth over you and only increasing in pain.
“No, no,” you croak out, shaking your head and attempting to make it towards your bedroom door. “Ugh!” You clutch onto your baby bump, grimacing in pain as another thirty second contraction comes over you.
Unable to focus on doing anything properly or even thinking straight from the immense pain surrounding you, you fumble with the doorknob to throw open the door before you stumble right out into the hallway.
Sitting on the carpet of his bedroom floor, little James holds up his favourite set of toy trains, placing them next to one another.
He’s under your supervision from the day after his studies with the governess, waiting for you to come join him again after finishing doing some dusting in the bedroom.
“Mama?” James peeks his head up, setting his toys aside.
“S-Sonny, Tom,” you whimper, trying to make your way out towards the living room and study towards your brothers-in-law.
“Mamaaaa?” James calls out louder, clutching onto the doorway before spotting you and gasping.
“James…” You turn your head back, smiling weakly at your son.
“Mama!” Tears immediately sting James’ eyes as he runs up to you in worry. “Mama, what happen?!”
“Honey, please.” You groan out in pain, “g-go get your uncles and—oh God, not again, not—” You glance down to your shaky thighs, noticing a trickle of fluid beginning to leak through your panties and down your legs.
“I told you,” Tom chuckles, setting down his glass of whiskey. “I had to add that to the count.”
“They’ll make you vice president next offer.” Sonny chuckles; his feet propped up on the coffee table as he continues smoking his cigar. “You tell ‘em about the Tropigala though.”
“Uncle Sonny, Uncle Tom!” Hollering as loud as his little voice can, James sprints into the living room in a panic, bursting in tears.
Momentary, sweet relief hits you as the contraction subsides and you can finally pick up your pace a bit towards the voices of Tom and Sonny you hear out from the living room.
“Aah!” You shriek out in pain, feeling a contraction three times as worse as the last one and twice as long begin to unravel through you.
Alarmed by James suddenly running into the living room and screaming on the top of his lungs, Tom almost knocks over his drink on the table before he springs out of his seat in worry. “James? Victoria?!”
“Ey, what the hell is going on?” Sonny furrows his brows before he sees you slumped against the wall and screaming out in pain again.
“It’s mama!” James points over at you, all the more frantic and anxious he can’t do anything to help you himself. “She’s hurt! The baby hurts!”
“Sonny—” Panicked, Tom nudges him to get up before he runs over to you. “I can see her water broke, she’s gone into labour!”
“Okay, okay. Hey little man, you wanna help your mama?” Sonny scoops up a crying James in his arms who nods back at his uncle. “Okay, come with me then, alright?” Sonny begins to rush off down the opposite side of the estate. “I’m gonna get Doctor Katherine and some help, stabilize her!”
“Hurry up!” Tom shouts back, putting his hands on your shoulders gently. “God, when did this happen, Victoria? You just went in now?”
“Y-yes!” You grunt out through gritted teeth. “T-Tom, I don’t understand, I’m not due for another—”
“I know, I know.” Tom pulls you into his arms as your body begins to grow limp from weakness.
The contractions hitting you back and forth in waves do not relent in extreme pain doubling tenfold, robbing you of any energy to even remain standing for longer.
“Mrs. Corleone?!” You hear Doctor Katherine’s voice down the hall as she’s joined by Sonny behind her, and Connie by her side looking just as worried, if not more.
“I’ve got an ambulance coming, Tom!” Sonny hollers as both Doctor Katherine and Connie quickly help you up by scooping their heads underneath your shoulders.
“AAAAAH!” You cry out again, feeling your knees give out as more fluid drips off your legs and lands over the carpet.
“Victoria, it’s okay, hold on!” Connie attempts to reassure you as she, Doctor Katherine and Tom all begin to carefully help you move towards the front entrance of the estate.
You roll your eyes back in pain, clenching your hands into fists from how agonizingly painful the next contraction begins to feel.
You wouldn’t be surprised if you fainted from the pain itself and would now much prefer it, even though you’re no stranger to painful pregnancy contractions from your last four pregnancies.
Knowing it’ll make no difference, won’t stop your pain or change a thing, you still can’t help but throw your head back and scream out on the top of your lungs from the pain the moment you step outside with everyone. “MICHAEL!”
You don’t catch the worried glance Sonny and Tom exchange with one another hearing you shriek out Michael’s name, even though he’s still on his business trip.
Tom doesn’t need to hear it again to know just how pain you’re in before he gestures Sonny to join you and the girls in the ambulance; he has to be the one to call Michael and get him here immediately if anything.
There’s still the matter of the children with the governess working on their studies on the opposite side of the estate; if you had any energy to scream again, it may have just been loud enough for them to hear too.
Tom huffs out in frustration, picking up his pace and making his way into the study where he quickly snatches the telephone off the table.
Hearing the ambulance and your sobbing just out the door, Tom blinks aimlessly at the telephone for a moment to figure out what number to dial through all the noise surround him before he snaps back into it.
Tom’s fingers are quick to spin the number in before he forces himself to sit down on the seat next to the table just to calm his nerves; he’s had Theresa go into sudden labour like this before and it’s freaked him out then just as much as it has now with you.
Back in New York City, Michael and his business partners sit outside in a private section of the botanical garden owned by one his colleagues—enjoying drinks over a light appetizer before business officially begins.
“There’s more than enough ghost towns in Nevada.” One of the businessmen chuckles, “I’m sure everyone could benefit from seeing some greenery there, Michael.”
Raising his drink to his lips, Michael puts on a half smile, forced for the sake of business. “It’s an investment.”
“I won’t argue with that.” The other business man adds, giving out a relaxed sigh. “I’m telling you opportunities came to every businessman tenfold once that parasite Greene got out of the way.”
Michael’s eyes dart to the businessman, listening intently. “It doesn’t surprise me he was not liked in New York either.”
“Nobody likes a loud mouth, for one.” The first businessman says. “So whoever put a bullet between that bastard’s eye did us all a favour.”
“Agreed.” Michael takes a sip of his drink, leaving his input short and sweet.
“Mr. Corleone?” The waitress serving the group steps back out of the restaurant, looking on edge from the bewildered expression on her face.
“Yes?” Michael tilts his head back, glancing at her.
The waitress blushes a little, catching Michael’s eye contact. “Um, sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but Mr. Hagen is on the telephone and he says it’s an emergency.”
Without even bothering to take a second look at his business partners, Michael puts his drink down and is off his seat in an instant—straightening out his suit jacket. “Gentlemen.”
“Hope all is well, Michael.” The second business man murmurs with a frown.
Michael gives a quick nod to the waitress, following her inside to the lobby where Tom is on the line.
As soon as Michael picks up the telephone and holds it to his ear, the waitress stands away at an appropriate distance not to overhear anything.
“Tom?” Michael speaks out in a clear, calm tone. “What is it?”
“Michael,” Tom has managed to calm himself down for the most part. “It’s Victoria, she’s gone into labour and it’s real bad. She’s screaming and everything, we barely got her into the ambulance without her fainting as is.”
“Labour?” Michael’s eyes widen. “She wasn’t due for another two weeks.”
“I know, we all know that.” Tom sighs deeply, “her water broke and she’s on her way to the hospital now. She said she’d been feeling a little off this morning—”
“I’m on my way. My chauffer is still here, have my private jet ready as soon as possible.” Michael hangs up without any further reply from Tom, tightening his tie and turning back around to face the exit of the restaurant.
With your contractions lasting over a minute and the pain much too unbearable to stand on your own, you’re carried into the hospital on a stretcher off of the ambulance and rushed to the delivery ward; Connie and Doctor Katherine by your side for as long as they’re able.
It isn’t until you’re in your designated hospital room that the doctor begins to administer drugs to not only relieve you of the pain from labour, but making you extremely drowsy in the process in just a few minutes.
Michael made his way out and straight to his chauffer who he instructed to drive him to his private hangar where the Corleone family private jet remains—now getting ready under Tom’s orders to prepare for Michael’s early departure.
The cold look in Michael’s eyes differing from his usual stern and calm disposition alone tells Michael’s chauffer he’s in a rush and knowing it’ll take Michael four hours to fly back to Nevada, any time cut shorter on the road is no longer a request but a demand.
Noticing the vehicle beginning to immediately speed up the moment Michael exchanged a glance with his chauffer in the mirror, Michael rests his arm against the window and attempts to relax himself.
On the outside, Michael’s disposition shows no amount of discomfort or haste, but all Michael can think to himself is how suddenly you went into labour, if there’s any complications, and if it’ll mean you or the baby will be hurt.
They’re all questions Michael will only be able to know when he arrives in Nevada at the very least—he can always telephone the hospital and so forth but even Michael knows unless he sees or witnesses something for himself, he’ll never believe what he’s told.
Laying on your hospital bed only with Doctor Katherine by your side as allowed by the other physicians, you can still feel the contractions shaking over your body but not the pain to accompany it with.
Still riddled with discomfort and panic like you’ve never been before giving birth to four children previously, even Doctor Katherine can’t come close to comforting or reassuring you as you continue crying throughout your labour.
In the first five minutes that Michael boards his private jet, the plane begins to take off. Michael’s hired flight attendants have already safely packed his belongings and suitcase brought in from the hotel by Tom’s men, giving Michael nothing else to think about except you.
‘It’ll be the longest four hours of my life.’ The first thing Michael does and the only thing he’s going to be doing for the next four hours is reaching for cigarette after cigarette from his pack and avoiding looking out the plane’s windows.
Rejecting any sort of refreshments or food except for a glass of cold water to take with his diabetic medication, Michael almost seems inconsolable in his seat.
Completely unapproachable and even unfriendly, Michael rests his fist over his cheek—propped up against the arm of his seat.
A table before him only holds his water, cigarette pack, an ashtray now filled with the ends of two smoked cigarettes and the pill bottle holding Michael’s diabetic medication.
The only thoughts lingering in Michael’s mind is that he’s not there to be with you as you’ve gone in labor, and he may not even be able to make it on time to have you deliver the baby.
With four hours dragging by, the drowsiness of the drugs has done well in distracting you as you’ve been able to muster up some strength through labour.
Pushing as hard as you can with how weak and frail your muscles feel after six hours of contractions, you finally come to give birth to your fifth child.
“Oh my God,” you cry out, writhing from the final push as you feel relief from underneath you.
“Perfect, Mrs. Corleone. The baby’s here—the baby’s finally out.” You can hear the physician tell you as you struggle to keep your eyes open.
The sound of a newborn crying fills the room, instantly relieving you and bringing you to tears at the same time. “What is it—is it—is it a boy? A girl?” You catch your breath, trying to look over.
“Easy, Mrs. Corleone.” The nurse gently presses down on your shoulder, keeping you down. “Don’t worry, she’s a healthy baby.”
“She?” Your eyes widen as the other nurse assisting the head physician carefully cuts the umbilical cord.
“That’s right.” The doctor smiles at you, bundling up the baby in a soft cloth before approaching you with her. “She’s a beautiful, healthy baby girl. Congratulations.”
“Sir, excuse me?” A nurse stands in front of your hospital room, blocking Michael’s entrance. “I’m sorry, you can’t come in.”
“I’m Michael Corleone.” Michael stares down at the nurse. “Victoria’s husband.”
“Yes, I have no doubts about it sir, however we can’t have anyone in the delivery room at this time.” The nurse tells him with a nod.
Michael exhales out deeply. “Tell me how my wife is doing then.”
“She’s fine.” The nurse answers. “There’s absolutely nothing to worry about, sir. Her contractions were insistent and in her words, much more painful but it’s nothing to worry about. She gave birth to a healthy baby.”
“Is it a boy or a girl?” Michael raises his brow.
“I’m not sure, sir. I couldn’t tell you.” The nurse shakes her head. “When the head physician comes out, I’ll see if he can give you permission to enter inside.”
“Fine.” Michael narrows his eyes before turning on his heel to hear a small voice crying out for him.
“Daddy!” James waves at Michael from across the hallway, running on his little legs next to Tom, Sonny, Vincent and the twins.
The frustrated and unamused disposition fades off of Michael almost immediately at the sight of his son as he begins to walk up towards his family—more than relieved to see Michael finally at the hospital as well.
“Hey, buddy.” Michael crouches down as James jumps into his arms, sniffling. “Tom, Sonny.”
“Everything’s alright, Mikey.” Tom gives Michael a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, and you know these four weren’t going to stay put either.” Sonny chuckles, holding Vincent up in his arms.
“Is mama okay, daddy?” Verona looks up at her father with worry in her eyes.
“Yeah daddy, they won’t let us inside.” Niccolo pouts.
“They won’t let me in either.” Michael mumbles, giving the top of Vincent’s head a kiss and bouncing a fussy James in his arms. “Not until the head physician is out.”
“It’ll have to do for now.” Tom rubs Michael’s shoulder, giving it a pat. “At least we know she and the baby are doing.”
“I wanna see mama.” Vincent frowns, looking at his father for answers too.
“You and me both—James, qual è il problema?” (What’s the matter?) Michael’s tone softens as he realizes James is sobbing in his arms. “Cosa sta succedendo? Stai bene?” (What’s going on? Are you alright?”
“H-ho visto la mamma.” (I saw mama) James hiccups, clutching onto Michael’s suit jacket.
“Yep.” Tom bites down on his lip, placing both of his hands over the twins’ shoulders. “Little man came racing in saying his mama is hurting—that the baby’s hurting.”
“He saw her go into labour?” Michael knits his brows, extending one hand for Vincent to hold.
“She was spending some time with him early in the morning.” Sonny confirms, watching as Vincent’s tiny hand wraps around Michael’s fingers.
“Guardami, James.” (Look at me) Michael whispers in Italian to his son, lowering his tone. “Andrà tutto bene, te lo prometto. Tua madre non è ferita e nemmeno il bambino.” (It's going to be alright, I promise you. Your mother's not hurt and neither is the baby.)
“Davvero?” (Really?) James pouts, his bottom lip quivering from crying.
“Certo. Vuoi sapere come lo so?” (Of course. You want to know how I know?) Michael nods, seeing how hopefully his son looks into his eyes. “L'ho visto academe quattro volte prima. Tua madre non è ferita. Sta bene e anche il bambino. Li vedremo presto, ok? Tutti noi vedremo presto tua madre. Sei stato molto coraggioso a raccontare subito ai tuoi zii di tua madre. So che non lo dimenticherà. Puoi dire tutto anche al tuo nuovo fratello quando crescerà.” (I've seen it happen four times before. Your mother isn't hurt. She's doing good and so is the baby. We'll get to see them soon, okay? All of us will see your mother soon. You were very brave telling your uncles about your mother right away. I know she won't forget that. You can tell your new sibling all about it too when they grow up.)
“He’s a mama’s boy.” Niccolo grins back to Verona, hearing you soothe James in Italian.
“Aren’t you still a mama’s boy?” Sonny raises his brows at Niccolo, causing Vincent, James and Verona to burst out laughing.
“Aww, man.” Niccolo giggles sheepishly. “Don’t have to call me out like that, Uncle Sonny.”
Michael wipes James’ tears away with his thumb, giving his son a soft kiss on the forehead and keeping him snuggled over his chest. “He just needs to relax a little bit, that must have been a lot for him to see and process.”
“Right, and he’s so little too.” Tom nods, feeling upset just remembering how panicked the little guy was bursting into the living room and screaming.
“Rilassati, va tutto bene. Va tutto bene.” (Relax, it's alright. Everything's alright.) Michael rubs James’ little back in gentle circles, sitting over the worn out waiting couch.
“Does he always do that?” Sonny asks quietly, gesturing to James already falling asleep in Michael’s arms.
“Fall asleep after crying his eyes out?” Michael speaks back in an ushered tone, nodding. “Yes.”
“Wow.” Sonny chuckles, sitting next to the twins on the couch.
“He’s a baby, Uncle Sonny.” Verona rolls her eyes at her uncle.
“Oh, okay, you got your mother’s attitude.” Sonny smirks, relaxing in his seat. “I know he’s a baby. He can sure scream though.”
“Sonny, be quiet for the love of God.” Tom nudges his arm, shaking his head.
Little James rests his head over Michael’s chest, hearing his father’s heartbeat as he begins to drift off to sleep—feeling comforted, warm and safe in Michael’s arms.
Michael lets his eyes close as well, not to fall asleep but to rest how sore his eyelids feel from waking as early as he did this morning for business, then the plane ride back which has always tired him out no matter where he’s going.
“Mr. Corleone.” A male voice speaks out quietly, approaching Michael and the others with a clipboard in his hand.
“Yes?” Michael’s eyes snap open immediately.
“If you’re ready, we’d like to have you in to see Mrs. Corleone and the baby now. Uh—” He holds up his hand at Tom and Sonny beginning to rise out of their seats with the twins. “Apologies, one visitor at a time right now, alright?”
“Sure, what’s a moment longer?” Tom jokes, causing the twins and Vincent to giggle and sit back down.
“Please.” Michael murmurs, gently putting James in Tom’s arms as slowly and quietly as possible not to wake him. “Is she still doing alright?”
“Mhmm.” The head physician nods, leading Michael inside the hospital room. “Just relaxing and recovering afterbirth. I’ll give you two some privacy.”
The head physician doesn’t step inside the hospital room as Michael does whose eyes immediately light up seeing you and the newest bundle of joy snuggled up to your side.
“Michael?” Your eyes widen to see your husband walking up to you. “Y-you came?”
“They didn’t tell you?” Michael can’t figure out who to look at first—the little baby or you. “I came as soon as Tom gave me the news.”
“Oh my God.” You whine out quietly, gladly accepting the kiss Michael gives you on the lips. “You didn’t even have to… You were on business.”
“While my wife goes into labour?” Michael gestures to the sleeping newborn baby in your arms. “Nothing else matters other than me being here. Wow…” His eyes dart back to yours expectantly, “is it a boy or a girl?”
You giggle, noticing the baby’s eyes slowly beginning to open. “It’s a girl.”
“It’s a girl?” Michael’s eyes widen in surprise, peeking at his little daughter. “Another daughter.”
“Right?” You smile up at Michael weakly. “I’m so happy she’s here…even if she is a little early.”
“Me too, baby.” Michael kisses the back of your hand, moving in closer to see his daughter. “Hi there.”
The baby cooes quietly, reaching out it’s tiny little hands aimlessly towards her father.
“She’s so tiny.” Michael chuckles, lacing one hand with you. “And I’m not going to compare her looks back and forth but, wow.” Michael points at the baby’s nose to yours. “She’s a spitting, mini image of you, isn’t she?”
“You can see that too, right?” You look back at your newborn daughter’s little face. “I even see some of Verona in her.”
“As do I.” Michael plants an ever so gentle kiss on his newborn daughter’s forehead, caught by surprise as she tries to clutch onto Michael’s cheek. “Hello, hello.”
“Do you remember what we said we’d name her if we had a daughter?” You give Michael’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“I do.” A rare, beaming smile grows over Michael’s lips as he looks upon his daughter. “Emilia.”
“That’s right.” You blush, taken back by Michael’s smile.
“Ciao. Sei arrivato in anticipo come una completa sorpresa.” (Hi there. You came early as a complete surprise.) Michael speaks in Italian to baby Emilia. “Il tuo nome è Emilia.” (Your name is Emilia.)
“Emilia.” You repeat as Michael kisses your cheek, leaning back. “She’s absolutely beautiful, even if she was a little, painful surprise.”
“You’re doing okay, right baby?” Michael frowns, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Much better now, honey.” You sigh in relief. “Is that annoyance of a doctor going to let the children in to see their baby sister now at least?”
Michael chuckles quietly. “He isn’t just a nuisance to me, it seems. It doesn’t matter, he’ll let them in now. He’s not going to have a choice.” Michael clears his throat, “Tom!”
A few seconds of silence pass before the door to your hospital room creaks open—one Tom Hagen peeking his head in with James awake and in his arms. “You called?”
“Hi, Tom.” You laugh, waving at him. “Bring the children in, please.”
“Hey—move!” Sonny grunts, trying to push Tom out of the way. “Can I come in too, Vic?”
“Might as well.” You grin, giving baby Emilia a tiny kiss on the cheek.
The door practically flies open as Vincent and the twins scurry over the hospital bed; Sonny scooping Vincent up to give him a height advantage as everyone peeks over the newborn baby.
“This is Emilia.” You hold your baby daughter in your arms who now looks up at everyone surrounding her. “Meet your newest baby sister—or niece.”
“Oooooo…” James’ eyes widen at the little baby before him.
“Oh my gosh!” Verona giggles, “mama, it’s a girl! I have a sister?!”
“Yes, you do.” Michael rubs Verona’s shoulder. “I was just as surprised as you.”
“Yes! Yay!!” Verona squeals, “I love her! She’s so pretty!”
Niccolo curiously peers at the tiny baby who clutches onto his thumb with her whole hand. “She’s very, very small mama.”
“You were too as a kid, you know.” Tom chuckles. “She’s beautiful, Victoria. Congratulations.”
“Tiny baby!” James claps his hands together. “Mama, you’re both okay?”
“Of course I am, sweetheart.” You reach out to hold James’ hand. “Me and your baby sister are perfectly okay.”
“Congrats, Mike.” Sonny nudges his younger brother. “Now Tom has two daughters, I got identical twin daughters, and you got two daughters too. The prophecy is complete.”
“Pwofacy?” Vincent blinks, causing all of you except Michael to laugh.
“What do you think, Vincent?” Michael ruffles his son’s hair. “Excited to have a baby sister?”
“Yeah, daddy.” Vincent beams, hugging your arm. “I’m happy for mama.”
“Awwww, I love you.” You give Vincent’s cheek a little smooch. “I just know you’re going to be the best big brother ever.”
“You four know what this means, right?” Michael reaches for Emilia as you give him an approving nod. “Your baby sister here…” Michael scoops her up carefully into his arms, hearing her coo out quietly. “Just as I had said when Vincent and James were born, we’re all family, and I expect you four to take care of your sister and protect her, just as you would each other and yourselves. Understood?”
“Yes, daddy.” The children chime in at the same time, nodding.
“Especially you three,” Sonny points a finger at Niccolo, Vincent and James. “You both have to protect Verona and Emilia now.”
“Just as Verona and Emilia need to protect their brothers too.” You cut in, clarifying. “There’s nothing more important than family and taking care of each other. I have no doubt my boys and Verona will be an amazing older sibling to little Emilia.”
“Absolutely.” Michael nods. “But because she’s so small and literally was just born—” some giggles and snickers come from the children, “we all need to be gentle and patient with her, alright?”
“Okay, daddy.”
“Yeah, daddy!”
“Perfect.” Michael gazes down at his newborn daughter, more than ecstatic to welcome a baby girl to his family after three sons almost back to back, and to be able to hold a little baby—his and your little one in his arms again. “I’m going to protect her too, with my life.”
#godfather au#prompts#moth to flame fic#michael corleone x reader#moth to flame au#godfather x reader
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Little thing I wanted to quickly send, this is Eddie (I briefly mentioned him in my DC trip explanation), he is my emotional support penguin. Just know if you’re ever feeling down, this lil guy is rooting for ya and that if the picture I entered in doesn’t load, this will be very awkward.
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 wait this is the cutest little guy ive ever seen i remember you mentioning him i just forgot to ask to see what he looks like omgggg
#thank you eddie for protecting everyone with your bravery & dinosaur costume 🫡🫡🫡🫡#he is precious 🥺🥺🥺🥺#the closest thing to an emotional support carry on would be a blanket my parents bought for me before i was born#he is so much cuter omg#hopefullynobodyhasthisname#also im gonna follow you on my main because i cant believe i dont already#asks
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