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aikaterini-drag · 6 months

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Smiles and Smooches

Summary: You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (no mention of y/n)

Warnings: no smut, takes place during tfatws, boyfriend Bucky, emotional security, fluff, kisses.

The night carried a pleasant breeze, the stars twinkling. You and Bucky sat close together under the dimmed light of a cozy booth at your favorite bar. The hum of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded you. And tonight, you were a little tipsier than usual. You had consumed two of your favorite cocktails— despite your boyfriend’s advice to take it slow. Bucky, unlike you, couldn't get drunk no matter how hard he tried, thanks to his super soldier genes. He had finished the last sips of your drink, attempting to prevent you from feeling sick later on.

Thankfully, you were feeling fine. Only slightly drunk and blissfully happy inside.

With flushed cheeks and a captivating smile, you shifted on your chair and leaned toward him.

"You know, babe," you slurred slightly, "you're like... seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bucky couldn't help but half-laugh. “I told you, you shouldn’t have ordered that second drink, sweets. You’re drunk.”

“I’m fine.” You hiccuped and hugged his arm. “It’s not my fault you’re superman.”

“Super-soldier,” he corrected with another half laugh.

“Tsk… is the same. You’re my strong, virile man. And I love you!”

He grinned and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

You beamed at him, your fingers tracing patterns on his bionic hand. "No, I love you more! Seriously, you're, like, super super cute. I mean, like, cuter than, like, a basket of puppies."

He chuckled at your comparison. “What an adorable declaration of love.”

“You’re adorable.” Your breath ghosted over his lips. “My adorable James. My Bucky.”

He smiled and kissed across your forehead. “Well, that’s debatable. I have the most adorable girl in the world right here with me."

Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Can I have a hug? Please? You give the best hugs."

Who was he to deny you? He eagerly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You popped a button and he chuckled and gripped your hands gently.

“No funny business, sweets.”

You pouted. “Want to kiss you. Everywhere.”

He kneaded your hair. “We’re in a bar full of people.”

“Then let’s go home,” you said as your mouth trailed a path of warmth along his unshaven jawline.

“I’m not letting you drink ever again. You get turned into a little kiss monster.”

You giggled. “Your kiss monster.”

“Mine. Always.” He hummed, his voice a warm murmur.

“Take me home, sarge.”

“Home it is, my sweet.”

After taking care of the bill, he held you up, his arms wounding around you to steady you. You still felt a little tipsy but you were also so happy and warm, holding him close, inhaling his fresh masculine scent. Holding you protectively against him, he led the way to the apartment you shared.

As they walked, he glanced at you. “Why did you drink so much, sweets? You dislike it.”

You sighed and clutched his arm. “I’m just sad you’re going on another mission. I don’t want you to be hurt. I meant to have one drink but… I lost control a bit, I guess.”

Bucky stopped and cupped your flushed face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this.”

“So what if you’re good at it? Does that mean you have to risk your life without concerns?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “What if something happens to you?”

Exhaling, he drew you into a tight embrace. “I’ll be careful, I promise. You know I’ll always come back to you.”

You nestled into his arms, suppressing a sob. “I just hate seeing you go into danger again.”

“I know, sweetheart. But it’s what I do. And I do it to protect people like you, people I care about,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on your moist cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can come back to you.”

“Promise?” You gazed up at him, searching his ocean eyes for reassurance.

“I promise.”

“My Bucky,” you said, caressing his face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

He held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you too, more than words can express, sweets.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you stayed there for a while, holding each other, kissing lazily. His lips brushed against yours repeatedly, his tongue coaxing your mouth apart and slipping inside. He consumed you, with his touches and his warmth, until there was nothing left but his warm gentle touches and the assurance that everything would be alright.

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hopelesslyromanticshark · 3 months

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HI, HEY, HELLO can i get leo with apollo!fem!reader? (plsplsplsplspls i'm beggin') where she performs a song like solo concert for camp (for inspiration new romantics by taylor swift) and leo is just so in love

i think new romantics is freakingly well describes her personality and exactly the energy that she wants to give to the camp (y'know about circumstances)

take your time, lovely! ♡

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ He Can't See It In My Face, But I'm About To Play My Ace

content: leo valdez x daughter of apollo! reader fic warning: language, i believe, but that's about it!! author's note: okay okay, this was the secret fic with the explanation. i do not listen to taylor swift, in fact she's a blocked artist on my spotify, and let me explain why. my best friend is her biggest fan, like huge huge fan of hers. and i love in strange ways. my least favorite colors, colors in which i refused to buy anything in, are the favorite colors of my loved ones. because i associate them with those colors and see it as their thing. and id know how id feel it someone was trying to take something i viewed as mine, i guess??? its the same way with music. i feel like if i become a huge swiftie, then we're competing and i dunno. it sounds stupid writing all this out, BUT me and her have had talks about it and she understands and tbh, that's all that matters to me lmao. sooooo yeah that's just what i wanted to say and i wanted to say it here with the fic because i think it would have been strange as a sort of stand alone comment, ya know??? anyways, to surmise, nothing agaisnt taylor swift, huge fan of her like as a person or human being, but unwilling to listen to her music because i love people weird. okay okay im done ranting lmao (also i shouldn't have to clarify this but i will; IT IS NOT FOR PICK ME REASONS FR IF I HAVE TO BEG A MAN TO PICK ME BY BEING QUIRKY I DO NOT WANT THAT MAN)

admittedly, it had been a stupid bet to take. but the stoll's were egging her on and she really wasn't one to let clarisse of all people walk all over her. plus, she had some minor confidence in the athena cabin to keep their flag out of the ares cabin's grimy hands. apparently, it was misplaced. but, really their were worse bets she could have lost, like shaving her head or getting a tattoo, all bets the stolls have had to follow through with.

"can't wait to see your next show, songbird," clarisse mocked playfully as she marched past with her siblings, laurels proudly set on her curls. you sighed, sticking your tongue out at her back. and really, you weren't sure why you were complaining. you loved to sing! but, it's probably tied to the fact that you hated to lose. then, you started to plot, growing more excited with every passing second.

no one said this bet had to be a bad thing.

leo knew something was up from the moment he sat down for lunch. he could just sense it in the air, glaring over at the stoll's suspiciously. they shrugged and leo couldn't quite tell if they were playing innocent or truly were innocent. damn hermes genes. then a beat started playing through the pavilion, everyone looking around in confusion. chrion and mr. d both stood from there seats, also glancing around in confusion.

"what-" mr. d tried but then you were standing from your table, a played up face of confusion plastered on your face. leo squinted suspiciously at the girl of his dreams, having already caught on that this was her doing from the twinkle in her eyes alone. that twinkle that had his stomach doing flips and his lips curling upwards.

"hey, what's going on?" you called over the music, trying to hide your smile as one of your other siblings shot up from his seat.

"i dunno, y/n, maybe someone lost a bet?!" he called, the apollo cabin giggling among themselves as though they were in on an inside joke. and while the rest of the cabins weren't entirely sure what was happening, they couldn't help but smile and laugh too. except for chiron and mr. d, who were growing increasingly more upset at the interruption to their lunch.

"miss l/n, if you will-"

"oh yeah. i did!" you cheered before using one of your sibling's hands and pulling yourself up to stand on the apollo table, eyes scouring the crowd before pulling a microphone to your lips.

we're all bored we're all so tired of everything we wait for trains that just aren't coming we show off our different scarlet letters trust me, mine is better

as per usually, y/n was an amazing singer with a natural stage presence. she was dancing while singing, her siblings doing some choreographed moves. following the end of the first verse, some sunkissed hands shot up and tugged at the girl's sweatpants and baggy shirt, ripping it off to reveal a sparkly, frilly, and short dress that had leo questioning if he needed to take a 'bathroom break' during the performance.

we're so young but we're on the road to ruin we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin' we cry tears of mascara in the bathroom honey, life is just a classroom (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

y/n now moved from where she was dancing on her father's table, with the help of her siblings. she was now, basically, prancing around the dining pavilion. clearly, a lot of planning went into this, as the apollo cabin perfectly presented their camp necklaces whilst y/n sang about life being just like a classroom. the group had now danced it's way to jason's table, who looked at the group with a raised brow, causing y/n's giggles to waver her voice in a way that had leo falling deeper in love with her.

'cause baby, i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

whilst singing about bricks, the apollo cabin presented them to jason, who in turn laughed and shoved them away kindly. this caused an uproar in the pavilion, laughter spewing from most everyone's mouths as someone (leo) had made them aware of jason's past with bricks. you patted the ares cabin as you raced by, singing off battles that was met with kind hearted 'boo's. then, whilst singing of dreams, you dramatically draped yourself across the hypnos table, clover hovering a bundle of grapes over your mouth like you were a goddess. which leo was starting to come to the same conclusion as you shot forwards and caught one between your teeth, quickly swallowing it as your next verse came up.

baby, we're the new romantics come on, come along with me heartbreak is the national anthem we sing it proudly

we are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet baby, we're the new romantics the best people in life are free

by this point, you were waving over at the hermes cabin, which leo has vague memories of being on your capture the flag team last time, who pretended to be surprised before shooting out of their seats and joining in the flash mob. they weren't nearly as fluid as the apollo kids, but their atrociously bad moves brought a lightheartedness to the whole thing. long ago, chrion had given up, sitting back down and enjoying the show like the rest of the campers. but poor mr. d was attempting to chase the flash mob, which they must have predicted as lou ellen, another capture the flag member of the losing team, shot her hand out and caught y/n's, the girl disappearing for a moment before reappearing, this time standing proudly on the ares table.

we're all here the lights and noise are blinding we hang back it's all in the timing it's poker he can't see it in my face but i'm about to play my ace (ah)

y/n danced around on the ares table, hopping and skipping as they pulled their plates out of the way. she made an exaggerated movement towards her wrist while singing about timing, though there was no watch there. then, seemingly from nowhere, she produced a playing card, holding it proudly up in the air between her two fingers so that everyone could see it.

we need love but all we want is danger we team up then switch sides like a record changer the rumors are terrible and cruel but honey, most of them are true (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

with a wink during the final line, y/n threw down the card. a puff of smoke quickly covered the ares table. when it cleared, the girl was gone, along with the rest of the flash mob. everyone looked around, knowing it wasn't the end, many refusing to be jump-scared by a stupid flash mob. then they came running back, basically flooding the pavilion with how many of them there were.

'cause baby, i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream

baby, we're the new romantics come on, come along with me heartbreak is the national anthem we sing it proudly

once more, y/n waved another group over to join in the dancing and fun. this time, the aphrodite cabin bounced out of their seats and raced to join shouting about heartbreak just a little too loud. and you were smiling so widely that leo couldn't help but smile too, completely enamored by the shameless daughter of apollo.

we are too busy dancing to get knocked off our feet baby, we're the new romantics the best people in life are free oh-oh (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) so, come on, come along with me (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh) the best people in life are free (oh, oh, oh-oh, oh)

the third and final group was summoned, annabeth proudly pulling her siblings up from their table and linking arms with you and piper. percy was laughing loudly from his lonely table, clearly unaware that this was going on, let alone that his girlfriend was involved. then, with another clasp of lou ellen's hand, you were gone. only to appear before leo, standing on his father's table, your eyes darting around until the landed on leo, who swallowed thickly at how pretty you looked in that moment.

please take my hand and

you presented your hand to leo from your higher position and he wasn't even thinking twice before grasping it and allowing you to pull him up to stand on the table as well.

please take me dancing, and

without needing to be prompted, leo spun you and you blushed, which was blurring due to the spinning and leo just barely caught on that it was happening. you then, subtly, pulled him towards the edge of the table, the boy too starstruck to notice until you rested a hand against his heaving chest, the only thing between our lips was a couple of inches and your bedazzled microphone.

please leave me stranded

you punctuated your words with a push against his chest, sending him falling backwards safely into the arms of your siblings. you couldn't help but laugh at the shocked look on his face and leo couldn't help but look at you like you were the whole world, the only thing that'd ever matter to him, and so much more.

it's so romantic (it's so romantic) (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #hoo #pjo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

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starhvney · 3 months

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𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: roomate!gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: not able to sleep, you run into your roommate in the kitchen. to try and get you to feel sleepy again, he shows you how he would take his mind off of things in high school.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, comfort, slice of life, insomnia

𝐂𝐖: gene smokes a cigarette

𝐀/𝐍: i love his character development. also, i’m not sure how i feel about this. it almost feels rushed? i hope you like it regardless!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

you stretch out uncomfortably under the sheets, your back popping as you try to release the aching tension in your shoulders. for three hours, you’ve been staring at the ceiling. you’ve flipped your pillows to the cool side until they were all warm, ripped your sheets off and buried yourself back in them again, but nothing has worked.

turning onto your side, you squint as your bright phone screen lights up, revealing the bright 2:47am on the screen. after groaning into the pillow, you frustratedly rip the bed cover off of your body for what felt like the fiftieth time tonight. after pacing your way to the kitchen with blurry vision, you fill up a cup with water and quickly start gulping it down.

“can’t sleep?” gene’s deep voice startles you, causing you to nearly choke and drop your glass.

you set down your drink, the cup making a small clink against the counter. gene is leaning on the doorway with his arms crossed, and his eyes hooded and sleep deprived. the dim kitchen night light and the moonlight shining through the window casted a soft glow against his skin, making him look paler and his eye bags darker. his black hair was even messier than usual, the wavy strands sticking out in all directions.

you sigh, leaning back against the counter. “nope.”

he rolls his neck, the action causing a faint popping sound to resonate from his spine. he glances at your now empty water glass before tipping his head back, motioning for you to follow him.

“huh?” you question, trailing behind him as he approaches the window of your small living room.

“just follow me.” he insists with a groan, too tired to explain himself as he swiftly unlocks the latch and lifts the creaky window like it was routine.

you freeze for a split second as the window makes a particularly loud squeak, not wanting to wake up and alert sasha or zenix of your little escapade. gene turns to stare at you with a look of mild amusement before he shimmies his way out of the window, using the sill to boost himself onto the low-hanging edge of the roof.

you lean out the window, peering up at the empty space where gene’s feet disappeared. a short moment later, his head leans over the edge of the roof as he looks at you expectantly.

“you coming up here?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowing as you glance between him and the ground.

“you’re taller than me, i can’t climb up there like that.” you explain, your hands getting clammy as you think of slipping from the edge.

gene’s hands reach down for yours, playfully grabbing onto your shoulder as you hesitate.

“c’mon, kitty. i won’t let you fall.”

you sigh, clasping your hand tightly with his and letting him carefully tug you to stand out of the window. after fumbling halfway onto the roof, gene helps pull you up the rest of the way. catching your breath, you glance at gene with a puzzled look. he only smirks in response, shimmying up the slope of the roof a bit and looking out at the night scenery.

you lean back next to him, glancing out in the same direction. the house your group rented out was in a neighborhood on the outskirts of phoenix drop. the distant twinkle of city lights glowed in the distance, far enough to admire while still being able to see a few stars in the sky. the cool breeze carries the scent of fresh night air and a hint of dampness like it may rain later. in the opposite direction, there was a lack of stars as distant dark clouds cover the sky.

gene reaches into his pocket and pulls out a beat-up pack of cigarettes, glancing back over at you.

“you okay if i smoke one?” he asks, pulling one out and lightly waving it between his fingers.

you nod, leaning forward and resting your head on your knees.

“i didn’t know you still smoked.”

“i’m trying to stop, but every once in a while i’ll have one,” he lazily holds up the worn pack before pocketing it again. “i’ve been stringing this one out for a couple of months.”

i nod, staring at his features as he pulls out his lighter. his long lashes brush against his high-set cheekbones and hide his dark blue irises as he situates the cigarette between his teeth. the lighter sparks before the flame takes shape, illuminating his sharp features with an orange glow. he takes the first drag with a deep inhale, before turning his face away to blow the smoke away from you.

he turns his head back towards you lazily, raising an eyebrow as he notices your stare.

“what’s going on in your pretty head, there?”

you clear your throat, cheeks reddening as you realize you’ve been caught. “just thinking.”

he quietly snorts out a laugh at you, eyes squinting mirthfully as he uses the palm of his free hand to lightly smack your forehead.

“well, obviously, silly girl.”

you press your lips together and roll your eyes.

“do you come up here when you can’t sleep?”

“yeah, i started doing it in high school. when i wanted to clear my head.” he takes another drag. “i couldn’t sleep pretty often and i was pretty… pent up, i guess.”

his eyes dart to mine as his face twists to an almost sheepish expression. “well, you remember how i was.”

you lightheartedly scoff as you remember the delinquent he used to be: skipping classes, vandalizing, drinking and smoking. you two definitely did not have the same relationship that you two have now.

“oh i remember,” you recall, your voice sarcastic in tone before shifting to something more genuine. “but… you turned out pretty cool. and, for what it’s worth, i think you’re a good person now. so there’s no use in rehashing the old stuff, right?”

gene’s eyes drift down, his eyes softening as he stares at the number of roof tiles between the two of you. the corner of his mouth turns up and his eyebrows raise as he looks back up at you. it’s only a second that he appears this soft, before his eyes squint again and he makes a face like he was cringing at his own thoughts.

“well, thanks. i think you’re giving me a little too much grace, but…” he stares down at the barely smoked cigarette in his hand, before putting it out on the cool roof tiles. “i appreciate it.”

he sighs, submitting to his previous thought as his eyes move back up to meet yours. his hand reaches up, fingers sweeping away stray strands of hair the light breeze had blown in your face.

“i appreciate you.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

#aphmau #aphmau mystreet #mystreet x reader #aphmau gene #mystreet gene #mystreet gene x reader #gene x reader #x reader

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steveshairychest · 2 years

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Popular children's fantasy author Eddie x Steve, whose daughter drags him along to every single one of Eddie's fan signings and book launches.

Steve pretends it's a big inconvenience to hold his daughter's place in the line while she quickly zips around the store to pick out more books for Eddie to sign. "You're gonna work the poor guy to death." Steve laughs when she stumbles over to him with an armful of Eddie's books that she didn't already have.

He doesn't even look at the prices as he takes the heavy load from her.

"Do you have your questions ready? You're next." He whispers to her. She nods excitedly, her hair bounces with the movement, and it's moments like these that Steve's reminded just how much she looks like his ex. Nancy's genes really shoved all of his out of the way.

"Oh, it's you guys again! Hi! I was wondering if you'd show up today." Eddie beams at his daughter and then up at Steve. He's got on these big, dorky glasses and his hair is pulled back out of his face; it suits him.

Steve tries not to swoon as Eddie remembers Steve's daughter's name and listens intently to all her questions about his upcoming series. He's signing all the books without breaking eye contact with her and Steve is suddenly very jealous of his 10 year old. Maybe he should get something signed so that he can stare into those gorgeous brown eyes and drown in their intensity.

"I'll see you guys at the book reading?" He's staring at Steve when he asks. His daughter nods enthusiastically and gathers up her pile of signed books.

Steve clears his throat and shrugs, trying to play it cool. "I'm being dragged there whether I like it or not."

"Dad, you bought the tickets for it weeks ago. You said you like the way he makes funny voices for the characters." She giggles at the utter look of betrayal on his face and skips off to put her books on the checkout counter, leaving Steve standing there very flushed and embarrassed.

Eddie puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, he's smirking up at Steve with a cheeky twinkle in his eyes. It's probably just the reflection of the lights in his glasses. "You like my silly voices?"

Steve rubs a hand down his face and groans quietly. "You're both insufferable. Good bye, thanks for signing her books."

"Wait, Steve." He fidgets with the black marker in front of him and looks anywhere but at Steve when he says, "Check inside the first book." And then another kid is coming up in front of him and he's all big smiles and excited nodding as he listens to everything they say.

He briefly glances up at a confused Steve and winks before giving his attention back to the kid.

Steve pays for the books and waits until they are back in the car to reach into the bag and snatch the first book up. "What are you doing?" She asks.

"Seeing if he spelled your name right."

"He always spells my name right." She points out. Steve ignores her and flips the book open. He immediately gasps and closes it again, his eyes wide as he stares at his daughter in shock. "Wait, did he actually spell it wrong?!"

"No, I- uhm." He opens the book once again and, to his daughter's shock, rips out the bottom corner of the first page. "Oops, sorry. I'll buy you another one!"

She, of course, immediately dobs on Steve when he drops her back off at her mother's place. And all he can do is shrug and indure the glare that Nancy is shooting him. "My hand slipped."

"Mhmm." She shoos their daughter inside with promises to go to the park with her friends later and then when she's out of ear shot, Nancy rounds on him with a finger jabbing into his chest. "Show me."

Steve takes a shocked step back, his hand instinctively touching the pocket he shoved the ripped corner in. "I- I don't know what you mean."

"Steve, I'm not stupid. You only go to those book signings to make googly eyes at that Eddie guy. Did he finally give you his number? Show me or I'm taking her to the book reading." She's holding her hand out expectantly.

Sometimes Steve forgets that they were married; that she can read him like a book. "You scare me sometimes." He grumbles and reluctantly pulls out the crumpled, torn page and drops it into her perfectly manicured hand.

"God, his writing is awful."

"I think it's cute."

She hands the paper back to him and gently squeezes his hand, a soft smile pulling at her lips. "I hope he makes you happy."

A shocked laugh explodes out of Steve as he shoves the number back into his pockst for safe keeping. "It's just a phone number, Nance, not a marriage proposal."

She shrugs her shoulders and heads back inside. "Whatever you say. Oh, you might want to shower before the book reading. You smell like burger grease, which is weird considering I told you not to buy her that crap before dinner." It's said playfully but Steve knows it's a strike on the bad dad board.

She has so many rules it's hard to keep up with them.

"Can I borrow your shower?" He goes to cross the threshold of their once shared home but Nancy stops him gently with a hand on his chest.

It's too soon. He can see it in her eyes. She can play nice and be his friend but she won't play house.

"I'll be back at 7:30." She nods curtly and closes the door.

They've only been divorced for 5 months and he knows that Nancy isn't handling it as well as he is. He'd said some awful things, drunkenly told her that their entire marriage was a lie, was just a way for him to pretend to be normal and live a normal life. She'd known for a while that he didn't love her anymore but had ignored it for their daughter's sake, but it didn't last long. The second those words were out of Steve's mouth, she'd made him leave.

She'd silently pointed to the door and Steve knew that things were done.

It was time to stop playing house.

#OK SO THIS STARTED OFF CUTE AND ENDED UP IN A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT DIRECTION #i got a little carried away #stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #stranger things s4 #nancy wheeler

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malarkgirlypop · 6 months

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Come Away With Me (Eugene Roe x F!Reader)

So @footprintsinthesxnd had a 'Saturday Night Live ask' and I asked her what her ideal date was and with what BoB man. No one was surprised when she chose her man Gene! @footprintsinthesxnd has kindly made the most stunning moodboard to go along with the story, so head over to her blog and find the post with the #bobcollab tag!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved. Keep reading

Tag list: @next-autopsy @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike @bucky32557038ww2 @b00ks1ut

Y/N rubbed her lips together staring in the mirror, her finger carefully rubbing away some of the lipstick she had on her lips. She stood back giving her face and hair a once over. She took a deep breath trying to steady her nerves. Why was she so nervous? It was just Gene.

Y/N had known Gene for years, being next door neighbours and childhood friends they had grown up with each other. They were hardly ever apart. Their bond they shared was everlasting.

Or so Y/N thought.

When Gene broke the news he was signing up for the war she broke down immediately. The thought of him going away and maybe never coming back was the most gut wrenching feeling. But Gene said he wanted to make a difference, to help. He didn’t go to kill, he went to heal. There was no stopping him, he was set in his ways. He had always been stubborn. As much as they loved each other they butted heads on occasion. Always an agree to disagree situation, where they accepted they didn’t think the same and moved on. But Y/N loved that about their friendship, they were constantly challenging each other to think broader, to see things in a different light.

When Gene left they promised to write to each other. There was a flurry of letters back and forward, but they slowly dwindled. Gene didn’t have time and Y/N had started her new job. Y/N wanted to write to him so desperately but didn’t want to burden the man with her ramblings, thinking he would have better things to do.

Y/N couldn’t believe it when it was announced the war was finally over. Her heart soared, Gene would finally be home. Y/N had waited patiently for her best friend to arrive back. His mother had let Y/N know he was going to be home that week. Everyday Y/N rushed home from work to see if he had returned yet.

She walked down the street briskly, nearly running. A cab pulled in front of his house. She stopped dead in her tracks, the familiar figure exiting the car.

“Eugene!” She cried, running down the road. He turned knowing the voice that called him. A small smile tugging at his lips. She charged straight into the man, almost bowling them both over. He enveloped her in his arms, enjoying the familiar scent of her. Y/N hugged him so tightly, ensuring it wasn’t a dream or illusion.

“Ma mouche, gosh have you gotten stronger.” He said hardly able to breathe. She loosened her hold, realising she might have been hurting him.

“Oh, sorry.” She smiled up at him. “I missed you so much.” She quickly wiped the stray tears from her face. He smiled, but it wasn’t his usual smile. The sparkle she knew, didn’t twinkle in his eyes like it used to.

“I missed ya too.” He said. They stood staring at each other unsure of what to say. There was so much that Y/N wanted to tell him, so much she wanted to ask. But she couldn’t form the words, not knowing where or how to start. See when Gene had been away Y/N had realised that maybe she loved him, more than what she believed she had. Her mother always teased them that they were in love, and she was just waiting for them to both figure it out. Yes, she loved him as a friend. But there was always something more she wanted, yearned for. They hugged, but she wanted him to hold her longer. They spoke, but she wished she could listen to him speak forever. They loved each other, but she wanted him to love her. They way she loved him.

“Gene, I know you just got home. But I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time with me, only if you’re free. I’m sure you’re so busy, and everyone probably wants to see you-” Y/N rambled on, trying to hide the blush that rose to her cheeks, since when was it nerve wracking to speak to Gene.

“Of course I would!” Gene cut her off, before she fainted from talking so much without taking a breath.

Y/N smiled brightly at the man. “What do you want to do?” She asked, he hummed in thought, tapping his finger on his chin.

“How about a surprise?” Gene grinned, Y/N was shocked, she didn’t expect that answer from him.

“Are you sure, Gene. I can plan it, you will probably be so busy.” Y/N said worried about burdening her friend.

“Ma mouche, stop fretting!” He laughed at his friend, he looked at her longer. She was nervous with new people, but they had known each other nearly their whole lives and he had never seen her so flustered. He thought maybe it was because of the distance and time they had spent apart. It was like meeting someone for the first time again.

“We can make a day of it. I’ll come pick you up tomorrow around eleven, how does that sound?” Y/N looked up at Gene, eyes sparkling full of joy. She nodded excitedly. His mother had rushed out of the house after that, pulling him inside. He only was able to manage a small wave as he was dragged away.

Y/N sat nervously on the staircase by the front door, she had gotten ready so early. Not being able to sleep a wink at all last night. She was too busy planning. She was going to tell him today, confess her true feelings to Gene. The thought made her stomach flip, so many what if’s flooded her brain. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin what she already had with him.

Ding dong, Y/N bolted to her feet hearing the familiar chime of the doorbell. She smoothed down her dress and hair, taking a deep breath and opening the door. There on her doorstep stood Gene, in casual clothes, but looking handsome as always. She glanced down at his hands, they thrust out the flowers he held. Y/N looked at him shocked.

“For me?” She grinned, taking them from him, bringing them up to her nose to sniff. They smelled heavenly. The bouquet had flowers from his mothers garden. His mother had the most magnificent flowerbeds, she giggled imagining Gene stealing the flowers from her garden. Y/N knew well enough that Gene wouldn’t have asked and just taken them without telling her.

“Hold on, let me go put these in water.” She left him standing on the doorstep, running and putting them in a vase.

“Shall we go?” She asked, closing the door behind her. He nodded, leading the way. They walked down the road, chatting about life. Gene didn’t bring up the war, making conversation about other things.

“Where are we going?” Y/N said as Gene stepped off the path and down a small track leading into one of the meadows that was on the outskirts of their street.

“I told you, ma mouche, it’s all been planned.” He smiled, extending his hand for her to take. She smiled holding his hand as they walked down the dirt path. At this time of month it was late spring, the weather was warmer, but not too hot yet. The flowers all in bloom and new babies of all kinds being born. It was as if life was restarting again, becoming anew.

Y/N gasped as they approached the clearing. She could see under their favourite tree they used to play under as children, was a picnic blanket. An assortment of food lay on top. It overlooked the meadow that was teeming with wildflowers.

“Oh Gene!” Y/N covered her mouth, feeling choked up. “This is perfect!” She ran ahead to get a better look at the perfect picnic he had created.

“Gene!” She squealed, turning around to tackle the man into a hug. He held her back as she held him tightly. “Do you like it?” He asked into her hair.

“Like it! I love it! Gene, you didn’t have to do all this!” She pulled back to look at him, showing her gratitude all over her features.

“Anything for ma mouche.” She rolled her eyes at the nickname, it means my fly in french. Gene had been calling her ma mouche for years, one day he said it and it stuck. They never discussed between them what he meant by it. Y/N had assumed he called her my fly because she annoyed him but he could never get rid of her.

“Yes I know, annoying like a fly.” She mumbled. A confused expression appeared on Gene’s face.

“What?” He asked, trying to figure out what she meant.

“Cause I remind you of a fly, that’s why you call me that.” She smiled at him, it was a funny nickname, he was only teasing. His brows furrowed together.

“Y/N, no. That’s not what I mean at all. Is that what you thought the whole time?” He seemed upset. She nodded confused at why he was so overcome with concern.

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for you to think that.” He reached out cupping her cheek.

“Well, what do you mean then?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Ma mouche, it’s short for my butterfly. Mon papillon.” Y/N looked at him shocked, unable to form words. My butterfly was a lot different than my fly.

“You have always been my butterfly. So bright and colourful, everything you touch comes to life. You make me want to be a better person.” Gene said holding her face in his hands, his eyes shone with love.

“Gene, what are you saying?” She asked hoping she wasn’t reading into his words.

“I love you.” The words she had been so desperate to hear from him easily fell from his lips. A gentle whisper for only them to hear. Everything stilled and muted. They were in their own bubble. Gene was unsure if Y/N had heard him, she stood so still.

“You do?” She uttered, overwhelmed with joy. Her heart beat so hard it hurt, she felt like she could burst into tears. “Gene, you love me?” She asked again to confirm she had heard him correctly.

“I do.” He chuckled, still holding her face in his hands. “Do you love me?” He asked, unsure of what his friend was feeling, was she happy, sad? He couldn’t tell.

“I love you more than words can say.” Her face broke into a beaming smile. She pulled him into her arms as his hands slipped from her face to hold her close. She pulled back, unable to stop grinning. Gene smiled down at her, relishing in her adoration. He bent down, placing a soft kiss to her lips. The kiss was sweet and tender, but only short as he stepped back.

But he hadn’t known the fire that he had awoken in his lover. Y/N’s hands flew out catching his face, she pulled him down to her. This time the kiss was more passionate, she kissed him like she would never be able to touch her lips to his again. Gene wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her closer. The kiss was everything that Y/N had dreamed about. Being held in his arms as they tasted each other, like forbidden fruit. Y/N lips parting softly as Gene found his way into her mouth, their tongues swirled together. Their breaths mixed together as they grasped each other with roaming hands. Gene’s lips moved from Y/N’s to her neck, as she tilted her head back. His soft lips pressed harsh kisses along her throat. Y/N stilled his movements when she moved his face back up to her’s. They paused, foreheads pressed together, their breaths fanning each other’s faces, noses slightly touching. Savouring their kiss together.

“More than words.” Y/N whispered, Gene understood her completely. There were no words to say to express their love, but there were acts, thoughts, touches, that represented it.

Y/N felt so giddy she thought she could faint, as Gene and her sat on the blanket eating the food he had prepared. Fresh fruit, a cheese platter, pastries, freshly baked cookies. Gene had thought of it all.

“Would you like some chocolate strawberries?” Gene asked, pulling out a punnet of strawberries from the basket.

“Ah, my favourite! Gene, how did you get these?” She took the box from him, bringing it to her nose to smell the aromatic fruit.

“I can’t tell you my secrets.” Gene grinned at her, as she pretended to pout. He chuckled, reaching out to tickle Y/N under her neck. She laughed trying to get away from him but he snatched her up quickly, jumping on top of her. She squealed and giggled trying to get away from his onslaught of attacks.

“Gene, ahh, Gene!” She laughed breathlessly, trying to stop him but he had her pinned down. They laughed together as Gene slowly stopped. Their faces inches apart, a smile pulled to Y/N lips, as she lifted her head to kiss him. Her lips pressed to his gently, letting the feeling linger before laying back down to stare at him.

“I missed you.” She uttered, feeling tears prick in her eyes. A sadness overwhelmed Y/N, she was unsure of where it had spurred from. But it was a moment of stillness when everything finally crashed down. All of the worry she had in his absence, the realisation that she loved him. Then she had him back in one piece, and then all of today. The confession, the kiss, it had been so much, everything Y/N had hoped for. But it scared her all the same, now she really had something to lose.

“I missed you so much.” She whispered, as Gene watched her concerned, her tears slipped down her cheeks into her hair. He moved off of Y/N so she could sit up. She moved into his arms, clinging to him desperately.

“It’s ok ma mouche, I’m here now.” Gene stroked her hair, as she cried into his shoulder. Gene’s stomach knotted, he hated to see her so hurt. He hated being away from her for so long. After a long day on the front lines he would often think of her. He kept all of the letters she sent, and would re-read all of them when he missed her, which was constantly. He couldn’t articulate to her what he had been through during those times, he didn’t want to burden her with those images. He was sure if he told her that she would tell him it wasn’t a burden, and that it was better to share the load than carry it all by himself. But reliving it was just as painful. He was sure with time he would be able to open up slowly. But for now he wanted to focus on them, on being home. The war was over and he wanted to move on from that time, he could do that with Y/N.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled into his neck, sniffling softly. She sat back wiping the tears from her face. “I’m ruining this.” She shook her head, feeling bad.

“Hey. I know it’s a lot, I feel it too. But it’s fine we have each other now. You can cry to me anytime.” Gene said, wiping away the stray tears she had missed, an adorable smile on her lips. He leant forward to kiss her again. “I’ll kiss it all better.” She sniffed chuckling.

“You can tell me anything too Gene.” They sat in silence letting her words settle. They both knew what she meant. He nodded, pulling her close.

They lay in each other's arms, staring up at the clouds. Y/N laid with her head on his chest and listened to his comforting heartbeat. His steady pulse was strong and firm, she could hear him breathing gently. His hands played with the ends of her hair, twirling them around his fingers in an absent-minded motion.

“That one looks like a bunny.” She pointed up to the sky to the white fluffy shapes that drifted past. He hummed in agreement, staring up at the twilight sky. Gene felt so fulfilled just being here with Y/N, he couldn’t ask for anything more. He checked his watch, sitting up abruptly, sending Y/N flying onto the blanket.

“Gene!” She laughed thinking he was playing around. She watched him, he looked nervous. “What’s wrong?” She asked shuffling forward to sit closer to him.

“We’re late!” He announced, standing up and hastily putting away the picnic. Y/N watched confused.

“Late? Late for what?” She helped Gene pack away the picnic even though she had no idea why he was in such a hurry.

“I can’t tell you, it’s a surprise.” He glanced over his shoulder, as she shook her head laughing.

“Gene!” She whined playfully.

“Come on, Y/N.” He hurried her, as he grabbed her hand dragging her away. They made their way back to the road, a cab pulled up in front of Gene’s house.

“A cab? Where are we going now?” Y/N asked as he opened the door for her to get into the car. All Gene did was tap his nose, she rolled her eyes. She knew Gene well enough to know he would never reveal his surprise.

They sat in the back seat holding hands and chatting quietly, as the scenery flew past. Y/N tried to keep track of where they were but as night fell it was harder to make out their location in the dark. The cab finally pulled to a stop, Gene thanked and paid the man. He helped Y/N out of the car. They stood on the bustling street in town in front of a dance hall, the music from inside spilling onto the street.

“Are we going dancing?” Y/N asked delightedly. Gene smiled seeing her reaction, taking her by the hand and leading her into the building. The music and chatter filled the hall. People danced and drank as the jazz band played. Y/N watched people swing dance on the dance floor as onlookers clapped and cheered.

“Shall we?” Gene asked with his hand outstretched. Y/N nodded enthusiastically, taking Gene’s hand, as they made their way to the floor. The song ‘In the Mood’ blasted from the lively band onstage. Gene and Y/N danced together, laughing and smiling. Gene twirled her around, Y/N skirt floating out around her. They danced for hours, stopping occasionally to get a drink and rest before they went out onto the floor again.

They danced the whole night away, the band slowly bringing down the tempo for the remaining few couples who swayed gently to the music.

The familiar melody of Etta James’ ‘At Last’ was played by the band. Gene and Y/N held each other close as they listened to the lyrics being sung. Y/N sighed contentedly. Pulling back to look at Gene.

“Today has been perfect.” She smiled sweetly at him. Overcome with so much love and joy. Today had been the best day ever, but she knew every day spent with Gene would be even better.

“You’re perfect.” Gene whispered into her ear placing a kiss to her cheek. She blushed furiously, shy from his charming words.

“I love you.” She kissed him on the lips. “More than words.” He finished for her.

#bobcollab #eugene roe #band of brothers #hbo war #band of brothers fanfic #enjoy the cutest date #ahhhhhh #fanfic

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holdmytesseract · 1 year

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Autumn Blues

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader feat. Ella

Summary: Loki spends some precious time with his newborn daughter.

Warnings: none, I'd say... This is pure fluff!

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: This just a fluffly, lil' oneshot, kinda based on the pictures of Tom, taking a walk with his baby. 🥰 Why not letting Loki take a walk with baby Ella? 🙃🧡

Tagging: @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

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"Darling?" Loki entered the apartment he shared with you on quiet feet, pulling off his shoes. "I'm back!" He called out in a hushed tone, in case Ella was sleeping. "Living room, babe!" Your voice echoed back, but in a normal volume; giving Loki the hint that his baby daughter must be awake. The god went to the kitchen first, placed the few groceries he got on the counter, before moving on to the living room. Both, you and him still had to learn a few things; being only parents for a little over a month now - namely to buy enough nappies. That was the reason Loki had to go to the next supermarket today.

Entering the living room, Loki immediately started to smile. Ella was indeed awake, currently in your arms, quenching her hunger. "Somebody's hungry, I see?" His blue eyes shone bright, watching his wife breastfeed his daughter. A sight he would probably never tire of. It was so wholesome and intimate. A special moment every time.

You nodded. "Uh.Huh. Not even ten minutes after you were gone, she started to complain - and I was just on the verge of dozing off." Loki furrowed his eyebrows in compassion, "Ohh, I'm sorry, love." and made his way over to press a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down on the sofa beside you. "It's okay, babe. I mean... We chose this life, didn't we?" You said with a soft giggle, stroking Ella's tiny, chubby cheek with your free hand. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything in this life." Loki answered, still with a smile, cuddling close to you. His big hand went to cover yours, which rested on the baby girl's tummy; his wedding ring twinkling in the ray of sunshine. "Me neither."

It was a beautiful day today. Utterly cold, but sunny and with a clear blue sky. No single cloud in sight. This, and the fact that you barely had any sleep last night and today, gave Loki an idea... "What if I take Ella outside for a while? I can take her on a walk, so that you can get a bit sleep, love. How does that sound?" He asked, lovingly nudging your cheek with his nose. Your lips curved into a smile. "Heavenly." A sweet laugh urged to your ears, before you felt Loki's lips press to your cheek. "In that case, my queen, I am happily obliging and take our princess on a walk." The god stood up then, moving to take the tiny girl out of your arms. Ella was looking up at her dad almost deliriously; totally content and tummy filled to the brim. He giggled and pressed a kiss on her small head; then leaned down to bestow a kiss upon your lips. "Rest, darling. Sleep for a while. I'll be back later." You nodded, already laying down on the sofa and getting comfortable. "Love you, babe." "I love you, too." He was on the verge of turning around to leave, when you stopped him in his tracks. "Make sure to dress her warm enough! It's cold outside." He smiled, nodding. "I know, love." You smiled as well and cuddled into the blanket, closing your eyes, as you heard Loki's steps fading. Sure, Ella had some Frost Giant genes within her, but nevertheless... She was just an infant.

On quiet feet carried Loki the already half-asleep Ella into her nursery and laid her down on the wooden changing table with the pink blanket on top. "Let's change you into something much warmer, princess." The god started with a smile, pulling off her tiny socks, to replace them with a pair of warmer socks. "Not that your tiny toes get frozen." He tickled her small foot softly with his pointer finger, causing Ella to yank her feet away from his touch. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, baby girl. I just couldn't resist." He leaned down to kiss her chubby cheek - as a redemption, then continued to getting her bundled up.

Once he was finished, Ella was barely able to move. A protesting whine left her small lips, but Loki quickly shushed her, cradling her in his arm again. "I know, I know, but daddy doesn't want you to get cold - or even sick. As your mama always says... Better be safe than sorry." Ella seemed to accept her father's reasoning, looking up to him with sleepy eyes, cooing. "There you go." Loki whispered, and tiptoed down the hallway. He took a last, quick look on your sleeping self on the sofa, before he headed towards the main door. Gently, Loki placed Ella in her pram, tucking her in and getting dressed himself. He slipped in his black boots and pea coat, tied his untamed raven curls into a bun and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind himself and Ella. "Let's go on a little walk, sweetheart."

The god made his way down the long corridor, rounding the corner and heading for the elevator. It opened with a ding and revealed a completely sweaty and dishevelled Natasha, who was clearly on her way 'home' from the gym, which was located a few floors above yours and Loki's apartment. "Natasha." Loki greeted the Russian beauty with a nod and a small smile, joining her in the elevator. "Loki." The redhead greeted him back, smiling as well. The metal doors closed shut. "Going for a walk?" Natasha asked, nodding towards the pram, and crossing her arms over her chest, as she leaned casually against the metal walls. "Yes. Giving Y/N a little break and time to get some sleep." "How gentlemanly of you." Natasha snickered, teasing him a bit. Through you, Loki and Natasha definitively became some sort of... friends. "Was there a time I've not been a gentleman, Romanoff?" "Well..." Natasha drawled, wanting to speak further, but got interrupted by a sweet coo, coming undoubtedly from inside the pram. "See? Ella is on my side." Loki stated, smiling proudly. Nat scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't think so. She's on my side, right Ella?" The Russian spy stepped over and peaked inside the pram. "Hiii, Ella! You're with auntie Nat on this, aren't you?" Ella loved Natasha, and therefore, it wasn't a wonder, that she started to smile, when her blue eyes fell on the Widow. "See? That seems quite clear to me." Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes, before he sighed dramatically, looking down at Ella as well. "Did you just stab daddy in the back, huh?" "Like father, like daughter, eh?" Loki just wanted to answer something, as the elevator came to an halt with another ding. The doors opened and Natasha stepped out. "Have a nice walk." With those words, the red-haired woman disappeared around the corner with a smirk. Loki just shook his head in amusement, before continuing his journey.

Finally arrived on the main floor, he made a beeline to the main entrance of the Avengers tower, passing by Bruce and Tony on his way. They were looking at some papers, discussing something. They looked up to face him, when his steps got closer. "Stark, Banner." Loki greeted them with a short nod, although passing them by quickly. He had no intentions in talking to them now. "Loki," said Bruce, while Tony went with 'Reindeer Games' - as per usual. The two men's eyes followed him as he left the building, pushing the pram. "It's still very strange to see Loki pushing around a stroller, isn't it?" Piped up Bruce, facing Tony. The billionaire nodded, crossing his arms. "Reindeer Games being a father? Weirdest thing ever, and yet here he is." Tony answered, pausing for a moment. "Honestly? I never ever thought someone would make a guy like him a dad, but well..." A boyish smile crept up Bruce's face. "Well, Y/N felt quite different about this." "And I'll never understand her."

The cold, autumn breeze hit Loki immediately, as soon as he stepped out of the doors. Not that it bothered him. He was a Frost Giant after all. So, he walked with Ella through some quieter streets of New York, enjoying the cold, but sunny day. Ella loved it as well, without a doubt. It was also a great way to lull the already tired girl to sleep. By the time they were back at the compound, she was sleeping like a rock - like Loki noticed with a smile. The sun had already started to set, when he stepped through the door of the apartment. Quietly, he took Ella to the nursery, peeled her out of a few layers of clothing and tiptoed a room further. Yours and his bedroom. He gently tucked her in her crib and pressed a lingering kiss on her head, feeling her tiny, soft curls grazing his lips. "Sleep tight, princess. I love you." With a last look at his daughter, he tiptoed down the hall and into the living room. You hadn't moved an inch, still peacefully sleeping on the sofa. Loki smiled and stripped himself off his hoodie and jeans, before he joined you. He slipped behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around you and pressing your body against his warm, comforting chest. "Lokes?" You mumbled, still halfway asleep. "Shh, my love. Go back to sleep." "Mhhh." You smiled and cuddled closer to your husband. Home. It was home.

#the baby fever au #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki x female reader #loki x you #tom hiddleston x reader #loki x y/n #loki fanfiction #loki fluff #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x female reader

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carrie-tate · 4 months

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I saw your playmobil super 4 oc and she is great😃👍

And i love super 4😁 it is the best shows and one of my favorites😃

And to be honest i been sensing all four of the super 4 being 100% ticklees💖

And when i type for super 4 tickle content i was disappointed for was no tickle content.

And so i was thinking and wondering......... When you are not too busy with other things and you have free time can i do requests of super 4 tickle art and fanfics please?

Oh thank you!

It's nice that there are people from the tword community who know this show. I completely agree with what was said above and...

Speaking of requests, it’s unlikely in the near future, if I open requests, it will only be by mid-summer? May be?

But I can leave a couple of old drawings from 2022 uwu

Which makes it clear that I ship Gene and Twinkle a bit, heh 'x>

#talk #art #super 4 #tword community #tickle art

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nyxlaufeyson · 6 months

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Fire is a Beautiful Thing

Winter Masterlist - Loki Oneshot Masterlist - Main Masterlist

POV: Second

Ship: Loki x Reader

Type: Fluff

Wordcount: 752

Prompt: "Fire"

Synopsis: Bonfire on the rooftop of Avenger's tower fluff! (Not a great description, I know)

Little snowflakes fell all around the rooftop where the world’s mightiest heroes sat. It was a beautiful night in the city, snow collecting on the buildings and streets while the holiday lights twinkled. They all sat underneath a portion of the rooftop that was covered by a canopy, so the snow didn’t directly hit them.

Some of the Avengers had blankets wrapped around them, others opting for heavy coats and sweaters. Loki, accustomed to the cold due to his genes, simply sat in a long sleeve sweater that you had bought him.

They sat huddled around the fire, joking around and telling stories. It was a comfortable place to be, and Loki found himself enjoying it despite his inner voice telling him that everyone there hated him.

Thor told the crowd a story from when he and Loki were children, when they had snuck into the royal pantry to sneak cookies and Frigga had caught them. Loki had attempted to hide themselves with his magic, but Frigga knew and “accidentally” spilt flour on them to ruin the invisibility spell.

In all truth, Loki missed those days. The days when he and Thor were just innocent-to an extent-children and didn’t have to worry about anything that would be of significance in the future.

You laughed at the story. “Oh my. You two sound like you got into a lot of trouble as children.”

Thor grinned. “Indeed we did. We were quite the mischief makers in Asgard, weren’t we, brother?” Thor looked towards Loki, who gave a small, genuine smile.

“We did.” He said, taking a sip of his warm cider. You leaned into his shoulder, huddling into his body warmth.

You smiled. “Not much has changed then, I guess.” Loki chuckled, and you relished the sound. His laugh was something that you could listen to on loop and never get tired of, it was that intoxicating.

The fire crackled, turning your attention towards it. The oranges, reds, and occasional blues danced in the fireplace, devouring the wood into ash. Tony stoked the fire and added another log to keep it going.

Loki watched you as you watched the fire, the flames that held your gaze reflecting in your eyes. “Beautiful.” He said, but you didn’t remove your gaze from the fire.

“It is. Fire is a beautiful thing.” You replied, too mesmerized by the flames to recognize a blush forming over his face. He wasn’t talking about the fire.

He nodded. “Yeah, um, fire. Beautiful.” He stammered, and you finally glanced over to him with your eyebrows drawn. He was acting weird, but you didn’t say anything.

Natasha snorted into her drink, and you turned your head to look at her. “What is it?” You asked, wondering what she could have been laughing at. She wasn’t in conversation with anyone else at the moment, so that led you to believe that she was laughing at something she overheard.

“Nothing.” She said, causing you to frown. You did not push it, however, because you knew that Natasha Romanov was not the type of girl you could push for information. Occasionally, you could bribe her with cookies, but you could never attempt to force it out of her.

You glanced at the fire and then back towards Loki. “You want to know something else about fire?” You asked, and he nodded. “It’s so beautiful, yet it can be so dangerous. It can cause so much destruction.”

The look you gave him was not unlike the one you had previously given to the fire. “But also, it can be a great source of life. How would our ancestors have gotten along if not for fire? It was vital, still is today.”

He knew you were just talking about the fire, but some part of him thought-hoped-that you were talking about him. “Is that so?”

Your eyes wandered to Loki’s lips, only for a millisecond, before meeting his eyes. “Yes.” You said, the words coming out a little more breathy than you intended.

“I’m glad you can see through the death and destruction that fire has caused.” He said, and you nervously looked away.

Your hands made their way to the edge of the blanket, toying with some of the loose fringes. “Sometimes the fire can’t help but be dangerous,” you whispered.

Somehow, Loki knew that you weren’t talking about the fire anymore. He took your hand into his underneath the blanket, giving it a gentle squeeze as the two of you watched the inferno before you.

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#loki #loki fanfic #fanfic #marvel #loki fluff #loki friggason #loki laufeyson #loki oneshot #loki x reader #loki x you #loki x yn #loki/reader #loki fanfiction

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letstalktea · 1 year

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Prized Heifer part 3

Series Pairings: Remy x Reader, Wren x Reader, Remy x Wren

Series content: Farmer!Reader, amab!Bull!Remy, amab!Bull!Wren, random extra characters, role reversal, hybrids are treated like animals, breeding (functional and kink), Wren fucks a cow!girl, voyeurism, vaginal sex (extra cow!girl receiving), anal sex (reader receiving), noncon turned dubcon, blood as lube

The violent outbursts only got worse the next day, after Remy had been subjected to a night of smelling all the cows that were supposed to be his in heat and desperate for the bull that was neglecting them. Wren's presence hadn't made it any easier either when, all night, he did exactly what you wanted him to and let him mount a cow (or three) right in front of the chained up, sex-crazed, orgasm-denied Remy just to taunt him.

Unlike Remy, Wren was a good bull. A little naughty sometimes perhaps, but ultimately did his job as you needed him to. That's why you almost felt a vindictive kind of glee when you praised him so highly after he'd finished with your cow.

You sat where Remy could see you, letting Wren rest his tired head in your lap as you stroked his head. His floppy ears jostled at your touch as his warm breath tickled your thighs.

"Such a good bull, making lots of babies for me," you praised. "I should give you a treat for taking such good care of these cows too. You left all of those ladies so happy that they may want to mate again next time they're in heat. Unlike a certain someone."

You gave a pointed look over to Remy, who was holding up shockingly well for how much of his bloodstream must have been drugs at this point. His fists wrapped around the bars of his cage, gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins popped and throbbed.

His eyes were focused on you and Wren as he pressed against the pen door, cock bobbing as it dribbled out over the ground. It was a waste of cum, but you smiled anyway because it meant he was finally reaching his breaking point. Soon enough he would be mounting a cow and giving you the quality calves that your clientele expected from him.

Wren rolled over in your lap, nuzzling close until his face was buried against your stomach and his arms were wrapped around your waist. His happy eyes looked up at you, twinkling in wonder as his tail flicked back and forth behind him.

His fur was the prettiest golden shade that others adored just as much as you and made his calves a favorite among those who wanted cattle for show more than function. It was the same fur that shined so brilliantly in the sunlight as he trotted around the field, playing games with whatever other creature crossed his path. It's why the cows were sweet on him, along with a few bulls.

You couldn't tell if Remy was one of those bulls or if Wren was the one who wouldn't leave him be, but you were grateful that it was what it was because it made punishing Remy even easier.

His breathing ran ragged as you gave Wren more love and affection in one brief moment than Remy had received in… a long time, if you were to be entirely honest. Unlike the cooperative Wren, Remy was a stubborn bull who you had to fight at every turn to do his job. You hadn't been pleased with him since the day he was a calf and you were a playful child following around your favorite cattle; since the days you thought cattle and horses and dogs could speak like humans; since before you understood that he was nothing more than a rebellious breeding bull who served as nothing more than a sperm factory to make even more cattle.

Wren though? Wren was a good boy from the moment he was born. His genes weren't as desirable as Remy's, but his temperament was better in every way. He never disappointed you the same way Remy did.

"Moo?" Wren whined from his spot in your lap.

When you looked down at him, you could see that he'd gotten hard again. The sight excited you because it meant he could take care of another cow already. It seemed Wren would be fathering the most calves this season.

"Does it hurt?" You asked as you placed a small kiss against his forehead. "I'll get you a cute cow to play with, so wait right here."

You slipped his arms from around your waist and stood up to go look for a decent cow in the fields, where your assistants were watching them and seeing that the last of your bulls was doing his job. As you left the barn, the assistant with dark shadows under his eyes pointed you in the direction of a heifer you'd gotten a few months back.

She was a young thing that you'd bought from another farm just after she'd reached maturity specifically because she came from a line of good milk producers – the massive tits that made her noticeably top heavy proved that. None of your bulls had made a move on her yet and she seemed skittish to approach them, but you figured there would be no better first time experience than Wren for a sweet thing like her. Plus, she needed to have a calf soon or else she wouldn't start making the very milk you'd bought her for.

You marched into the field, grabbing her by the back of her neck and dragging her along with you back into the barn. The entire way, she was mooing in distress and weakly trying to pull away. It was a natural reaction for inexperienced cattle, so you didn't think much of it.

When you finally managed to get her into the barn and force her away from the grass she'd been so comfortably munching on, you could see that Wren had decided to change positions and move closer to Remy's cage.

"Don't play with naughty boys, Wren. You'll pick up his bad habits." You pinched the back of the heifer's neck to establish your power over her and warn her to follow your lead before spinning her around and bending her forward so her ass was sticking out toward where Wren was – where Remy was. "You can play with this instead."

She balled her fists against your chest and began to pound them pathetically as she whined and cried. The sound made your fingers twitch in anger. It was always the fearful ones that were the worst to break in because they didn't understand their position just yet.

"Shut up," you said through gritted teeth. "It's this or the butcher's shop, so be grateful."

As soon as the threat of the butcher was mentioned, her whining turned into sobbing. However, she also stopped struggling against you and seemed to resign herself to being fucked until she was officially just another cow on the farm.

"That's better." You pet her head. "Now be a good girl and spread your legs so this bull can fill you up."

She closed her eyes and braced herself against your steady body as she shakily separated her thighs and moved her tail aside to show her acceptance of him.

Wren stared at her in wonderment and, if he had the ability, you swear he would have whistled at the untouched fruit being offered to him. He was more cautious than usual as he slowly approached her, erection jumping as he smelled her heat in the air that called to all virile bulls.

As he closed the distance, he placed his hands on her hips and squeezed until bruises started to form against her skin. He brushed his long, thin cock between her inner thighs as if to test the waters. She mooed and he seemed to take that as a sign to keep going because he moved to press his tip against her wet slit.

It was moments like this that proved as the clearest sign that he really was a beast; that he would lose all semblance of composure he pretended to have the moment a fertile female was placed in front of him. At least he was your beast and knew how to fuck and reproduce.

Wren's chest rose and fell with deep, heavy breaths as he hesitated to continue.

Hesitation was pointless in this situation.

"Come on, Wren," you goaded him on. "Show her the pleasures of a bull's dick."

His nails dug into the fat of her hips and pulled her back against him as he pushed forward, sinking his cock into her without any further ceremony.

She cried out as he stretched her open for the very first time. The immediate, primal way that he claimed her made something inside of you burn up. From where you stood, you could just barely see how his cock went into her over and over, each time accentuated with a grunt and her mooing as she experienced pleasure for the first time.

Wren, for his part, was an experienced bull despite his younger age. It was okay if it didn't feel good at first. Her body would adjust and accept Wren soon. After that, she would love being bred just like every other cow on the farm.

Unlike humans that had sex for pleasure, beasts only fucked as a consequence of their instincts. That meant no one cared if her first time felt good or if she even wanted it. She was in heat – that fact made clear by how wet and messy her entrance was without being touched – and any bull that smelled her would take advantage of it.

And, just behind the scene, was you bull Remy watching from inside of his cage.

Remy’s green eyes were transfixed on the sight before him. No doubt he could smell the heifer’s heat just as easily as Wren and it was driving him mad to be so close to her without being able to touch. If the drugs were still running through his system, watching had to be painful. The angry erection standing between his legs was a sure sign that he was suffering only being able to look without touching.

“C'mon, Wren," you said to him even though you were looking directly at Remy and his futile struggle to tear the bars from the cage door and the retraining leash from around his neck. "Be a good boy and make her a cow."

You could feel as her hold on you went weak; as she let go and collapsed against the ground so only her ass was still in the air. You could tell that Wren was slamming into her at a brutal pace because of how she rocked against you, but you weren't watching her. You weren't even watching Wren to make sure he filled her up.

You were watching Remy.

You were watching your naughty bull and his dripping cock that wanted to be buried inside something. You were enjoying watching him go mad from denial. The joy of it tingling between your legs as you reveled in his suffering.

But you needed him to do his job.

"Remy?" You called out to him.

You slipped out of the heifer's grip and stood, walking past the display of Wren finally filling her up with her first batch of cum. He was a good boy, but you weren't here to praise him at the moment. You were here to correct Remy's bad behavior.

You approached his cage, stopping just shy of the bars and looking up at him.

"Do you want to get out of there?" You mocked. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind another round with a bull like you." As you spoke, you looked down at his cock, which seemed to jump at the promise. "Are you finally ready to fuck some cows? Such a good bull…"

You reached for your waist, expecting to grab your keys to open his cage door but fumbling when you couldn't find them. Had you set them down somewhere? Did they fall off the clip where you usually kept them?

Shit! You couldn't open the pen without them.

You didn't have time to wonder where they were though, because, as you patted your waist trying to find them, Remy reached through the metal bars and grabbed the front of your shirt. He nearly tore it open as he pulled you forward, slamming you into the bars as he nearly growled.

It was clear that Remy wasn't under control just yet. Even drugged and drowning in the smell of a female in heat, he was still more focused on his anger and fighting against you.

"Let go of me you stupid bull," you hissed as you reached for something else you kept on your waist in case of emergencies.

Remy ignored your words, leaning forward to the point the collar around his neck began to choke and squeeze him. He let his warm, fat tongue hang out of his mouth, running it up the side of your face pressed against the cage bars and leaving a trail of sticky saliva crawling up your skin.

You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the short knife on your waist and pulled it from your side. Raising your arm, you quickly plunged it down into Remy's shoulder. It wouldn't be deep enough to truly damage the thick skin of a cattle, but it was enough to shock him into letting you go.

He staggered back instinctually, letting the prey animal inside of him take control. You did the same, jumping back away from the cage bars so he couldn't grab you again.

"You fucking-" You spit through gritted teeth, unable to finish the thought for lack of words vile enough to describe your rage.

It was fine. If he wanted to be so angry and stubborn that he'd rather be locked up in a small cage he could barely pace around or lie down in than out in the field where he could fuck all the cows he desired, you wouldn't fight him anymore. You didn't need him, anyway. You only needed his semen and you could inseminate the cows yourself, although the cows wouldn't be happy about it. But who cared? They were just cows and he was just a stubborn bull.

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#h2ho #a cool drink of water #degrees of lewdity #remy the farmer #wren the smuggler #nsft post #tw hybrids

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falsetraditions · 8 months

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Well, speaking of the previous post.

I think I'll start with Twinkle and Gene, since Ruby's and Alex's design is still in processing.. not the point is important.

So. The world in this au is divided into two key parts. Steampunk and cyberpunk.

The Enchanted Island and Technopolis belong to Steampunk (although Technopolis should probably be renamed..). Technopolis has never been hidden by a dome from the rest of the world, which allowed him to build a relationship with the Enchanted Island.

Let's go directly to the characters!

Twinkle, being a student of the Great Fairy, goes with her (and other fairy students) to Technopolis, at the invitation of Dr. X to exchange knowledge or something like that.

There she lagged behind her group and got somewhat lost in the corridors of the Main Tower. In one of the rooms, she comes across a disabled (not that it looked attractive) robot. (You can guess who it is)

She, noticing how he looked, and considering that she could decorate him with her magic, uses a spell on him, however, as usually happens, gets confused in spells.

The robot turns on. He seems to be looking around uncomprehendingly.

Twinkle is scared that she did something wrong. She grabs the robot by the arm and leaves the room, continuing to wind through the corridors until she comes across an emergency exit.

Deciding that she should get away from the island, she takes the nearest transport and escapes from there. Having already arrived in Kingsland, they meet Alex and Ruby, but about them in the next post.

Gene transforms his body over time (after all, let's be honest, Doc is not the best engineer and Gene was constantly breaking down literally because of nothing) and eventually became who he is.

Like last time, I say that I am always ready to answer questions if they arise!

#super4 #super 4 #super 4 playmobil #super four #super 4 gene #super 4 twinkle #супер 4 #супер четверка

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starjane312 · 1 year

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Kit Tanthalos x OC

Big Masterlist

Masterlist

Epilouge

When I open my Eyes I look at Kit.

J: What the hell ?

My whole body hurts.

J: Why do I feel like I’ve been kicked by a Horse ?

Kit hugs me.

J: Hey everythings alright. I just turned to Stone.

She looks at me Confused.

J: What ?

K: You don’t Remember ?

She looks at Willow.

K: How ?

W: What is the last thing you Remember ?

J: I turned into stone. I was walking in a Dark Void until I saw this green Light.

W: Her Body must have been a shell. Only showing her deepest fears and Insecurities.

I sit up.

J: If you’re here. Where is Miles ?!

He lifts his Coat and shows Miles bind to his Chest.

W: Protection shield like I told you.

I look down at my Clothes.

Ja: So you don’t Remember a thing that has happened ?

J: What the fuck am I wearing ?!

He hands Miles to me.

I shake my Head.

J: Not a Single bit. Care to remind me ?

K: You were on the side of the Crone.

J: You’re Joking right ?

Everybody looks at me with Dead serious faces.

J: I didn’t try to Kill anybody did I?

Ja: You did.

I look at Jade.

J: I’m so Sorry.

She waves her Hand.

Ja: You weren’t you.

We get up. Once I see aryk. I frown.

J: What did you do to your Hair ?

A: Doesn't it look Good ?

J: Meh. Would have to get Used to it. But this is Different.

A: I’m different ? You Married my Sister and you have a Baby.

J: Ok. Everything is Different.

I look around.

J: Where is Twinkle-Toes ?

Everyone stays Quiet.

J: No.

Tears gather in my Eyes.

E: He died protecting me.

I chuckle.

J: God damn. Did he at least …

K: He told her he had the Hots for her.

J: Good.

I shake my head and chuckle.

Ja: No ones gonna know how Brave he was.

K: They will. We’re gonna Tell them.

J: And I will show them how good of a Writer he was.

I get the book out of my Pocket.

B: You have that ?

J: Didn’t give it back the last time. Kinda flew over my Head you know, with my Wife giving Birth and stuff. It's a Miracle it's here.

A: Wait, how old is he ?

J: Three days.

He looks at Kit.

A: How can you walk ?

E: Magic.

He nods and then looks at Miles.

A: What’s his name ?

K: Miles.

J: You wanna Hold him ?

He nods. I hand him to Aryk.

A: Why does he have red Hair ?

J: We’re suspecting either your mothers Genes or the Blood magic.

We look at the unending lands.

A: It just goes on and on till eventually you end up back where you started.

B: Nah, we’ll make it back. We always figure something out.

I look at Boorman and shake my head.

B: You know you really have to Prove it though, if you wanna adventure with us. We don’t mess about.

I slap Boorman across the Head.

J: Shut it you Oaf.

B: Hey !

A: Who are you again ?

J: Remember my Brother that left when we were Seven.

I point at Boorman.

A: Oh.

J: Yeah.

B: By the way.

He takes something from his Wrist and holds it in front of me. It's the bracelet. I take it.

J: Yeah, kinda not sorry for that.

B: I am.

I nod.

J: I know. And maybe I will forgive you.

I look at Kit who's wearing full Armour.

J: It worked on you huh ?

She nods and looks down at herself. I smirk. I have to admit she looks very Hot. Jade smiles at us.

K: What ? I’m gonna take it off. I will have to eventually.

She points at Miles.

Ja: When ?

K: As soon as I figure out how.

Aryk leans over to me and whispers in my ear.

A: You kinda wish that was never, Huh ?

I look at him astonished.

A: What ?

I take Miles back from him.

Ja: What if the Wyrm or whatever is still down there, waiting ?

E: It is. I saw it.

Ja: Shouldn’t we go back and try and Kill it ?

W: Soon it’ll come for us. Now we’ve really pissed it off.

We look at Willow.

Ja: You don’t really seem to Worried.

J: Isn’t that usually your thing ? Worrying ?

W: No. I’ve got you Girls and soon there’ll be more. Like a snowball gathering size and Speed as it rolls downhill. Did I ever tell you about the Time Madmartigan rolled himself into a giant snowball ?

We start Walking. But Jade puts her Hand on my Shoulder.

Ja: Can we talk ?

I look at her.

J: Only if you help me put Miles on my Chest.

She grabs the Linen and Starts.

Ja: When we were fighting you yelled at me that I’m always in the way. And that Kit’s supposed to be on your side. Are you insecure about mine and Kit’s friendship ? Cause I can assure you it is nothing more than that.

I look at her.

J: I once was, when was 14. You always seemed so close and … I guess that fear was still buried somewhere. But I know that you want nothing from her, so we’re fine.

She nods and makes a knot in the Linen.

K: What are you doing ?

We look at her.

J: What does it look like ?

K: Standing around.

I walk to her.

J: Sorry that I didn’t want my Arms to hurt from Carrying our Child the Whole time.

I take her Hand. We keep walking. But look back once we notice Elora's standing still looking back.

K: Hey. Come on.

J: We need you Up here.

She comes to us and we walk with the Sunrise.

J: I’m gonna miss Twinkle-Toes.

K: Going from wanting to Kill him to being his best friend.

J: Ironic isn’t it.

I smile at her and then at Miles.

#kit tanthalos #kit tanthalos x reader #kit tanthalos x oc #willow #jade claymore #aryk tanthalos #elora danan #thraxus boorman #graydon hastur

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trulybetty · 7 months

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oct' x 30 - seance (2/2)

Prompt: seance Pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) Word Count: 628 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, alot of domestic fluff, mention of a ouija board Summary: dieter does some unconventional shopping for a forthcoming arrival

A/N: I had two ideas for today's prompt and couldn't choose between the two, so you get both! 🙌

x. masterlist

The sound of Dieter's boundless energy startled Bryony awake as he entered the bedroom. He dropped himself onto the end of the bed with enthusiasm that Bryony couldn't fathom possessing so early in the morning.

“Eurgh, Dieter.” Bryony groaned from under the heavy duvet, “it’s too early, don’t you have a yoga class to be in?”

“Daff,” he checked his watch, “I’ve been back from there for an hour now.”

Another groan of annoyance came from Bryony, muffled by the overstuffed pillows she hid her face in.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Dieter kicked off his sneakers and crawled up the bed to lay atop the covers next to Bryony, the only part of her visible being the crown of her head and mussed hair from sleep.

“What was that?” Bryony asked, the blankets muffling Dieter’s voice to her ears.

He pulled back the blanket, revealing her less than amused face, “I said I bought something.”

Dieter buying something was not usually cause for concern, what was concerning was the grin on his face and the padded envelope he was ripping open.

“What did you buy?” Bryony asked cautiously.

Instead of answering, Dieter pulled out a wooden board from the envelope; the sight of it alone was enough to produce a fit of laughter from him which only proved to add to Bryony’s concern.

“What did you buy?” she asked again, her brow furrowed framing her face in a picture of annoyance before even finding out what it was.

Dieter flipped the wooden board, revealing a bright yellow facade with brightly coloured wooden alphabet pieces slotted in two rows underlined by a line of numbers one through ten.

“A baby's first Ouija board? Really?” Bryony said sardonically as she looked from the board to Dieter's laughing eyes.

He snorted, trying to contain his laughter. “Come on! I thought it was hilarious. And cute! Look at the little ghost on the top corner!”

She stared at the board and then back at him, one brow arched high. “Dieter, do you think I'm having Rosemary's Baby?”

Dieter grinned, placing the board on the nightstand. “Well, who knows? I mean, they are fifty percent my genes. Pretty sure I have a great-grandmother somewhere who was a spiritualist.”

Despite her exasperation, Bryony couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. She reached out, giving his hand a squeeze. “You really are something, Bravo.”

He winked at her. “That's why you love me. Anyway just imagine the look on people's faces when they see Baby Bravo playing with it.”

Bryony rolled her eyes. “My mother will have a fit.”

Dieter pulled the duvet down further, revealing Bryony’s swollen stomach under one of Dieter’s shirts she’d long made her own.

“And that,” Dieter said, leaning in closer to her, his hand travelling the swell of her stomach, “will be worth the price of paying for overnight express shipping.”

As his hand rested on her belly, he felt a strong kick against his palm. Dieter's eyes widened in delight. “Whoa! Someone's got my reflexes!”

Bryony laughed, her hand joining his on her belly. “Yeah, and apparently, my patience too. Can't blame them for reacting to your antics.”

Before Bryony could react, Dieter had pressed his ear to her stomach, humming softly. He paused for a moment, a mock-concentrated look on his face.

“What are you doing?” Bryony giggled.

“Shhh,” he whispered theatrically, “We’re communicating.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And what, pray tell, is the baby saying to you?”

Dieter looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “They're saying not to cross out any of the names on Daddy's list. Especially the top one.”

Bryony groaned as she pulled the duvet back over her head, “Not happening Bravo, not in your wildest dreams.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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spacedoutman · 3 months

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【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 12)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: It's a little slow I know but We're getting somewhere soon lol. Very soon, in fact... hehe (I am not going insane)

Warnings: Sexual themes, talk of death

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 13 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 11 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

“Where can we go? The fucking twit hears everything we’re saying-”

You gently clicked the door, stepping onto the front porch. Your slightly widened eyes trailed from Paul, whose palm sat firmly on the hood of the car he leaned against. He looked up at Gene, who froze pacing, one hand caught in his hair. You tip-toed on the grass.

“You know what?” Paul quietly sighed. “I get your concern, Gene, but in another way, if we’re keeping him around,”

“Hold up.” You quickly cut in, grabbing both their shoulders. Paul looked at the dust baked on his sleeves.

You yanked the two into a little circle. Gene stumbled. “Gene, look.” Paul groaned tiredly, rubbing his jaw. “Realistically, there’s no way at all we could or should keep him.” “Paul, you just said ‘if’ we keep him around.” Gene got a bit firm. “Doesn’t that imply we could?” Paul raised his hands in mock surrender and shook them. His gloomy gaze retreated.

“Why do you want to keep him?” You pressed, raising your brow. “If anything, he’s a liability.”

“But what else are we supposed to do??” Gene’s eyes shot mad wide. His hand flew on his heart. “There’s no way in hell we can just drop him off—he’ll tell!”

“I think we’re going to have to kill him.”

Your throat tightened. Gene’s jaw clenched. Paul’s head sunk. The somewhat light air smothered. Your grip around their shoulders tightened. Silence slithered in.

Your heart made a nice home in your twisting guts. Gene stepped back. “.. I’m going to try to go get him talk.” He could barely choke out a voice. “Er.. you guys go ahead and plan things.. I’ll…” Your expression softened. You smiled reassuringly. “You’re good, Gene.”

He nodded and backed off. You looked at Paul, who sighed, staring into the distance. “Paul.” You said quickly. His head snapped to face you. “What do you think we should do?” “Rob more gas stations.” He shrugged, defeated. “If we stick to that, we can keep a somewhat low profile—depending on where we stick to and.. uh, we can live comfortably.”

Your heart jolted like you raced out of the station. You clutched your chest. Paul took you by the arms, his gaze soft with concern. “Love?” “I’m okay.” You twinkled. “We’ll.. uh, do some planning once we get back on the road.” “Either way, I.. guess things might work out.”

You cocked your brow. Paul chuckled. He looked around. “You’ve got to admit—this is kind of nice.” He sighed, his hand sliding to yours. You took his. “It is.”

The smooth hills should’ve been on the wall of some 18th century aristocrat’s estate. Trees surrounded like an army. You swore the tall grass had been painted. Your smile spread into a grin as you leaned close, laying your head on Paul’s shoulder. He wrapped an arm around you. Your heart settled. You melted. He leaned into you, laying his head against yours.

Your hearts beat gently as one. He closed your eyes and lifted your hand, giving it a warm little kiss. You closed your eyes as a flock of black birds bobbed overhead. “Isn’t it nice how places like this are usually hidden?” Paul’s soft voice flooded with.. joy? “These little pockets of the world, some people will never see.”

“It’s weird how others will go their entire lives seeing nothing but this.”

You wanted nothing but to fall asleep beside him. The breeze whistled in your ear along with his gentle breaths. He kissed your hand again. You sunk into him.

A little while later.

Gene looked at the letter. He narrowed his eyes. “Your name’s.. Paul? Paul Daniel Frehley…” His voice shook a little with uncertainty. He turned it to ‘Paul Daniel’, who squinted. “It’s baby.” He hissed, so flooded with spite he would explode. “Why baby?”

“Figure it out.”

You and Paul walked in. Paul eased the door shut behind you. “Please tell me you two have something!” Gene gripped his hands together, shaking them as he begged. His eyes were so bright they burnt. “How long have you been trying?” Paul furrowed his brows.

“A couple hours now.” Gene sat on the table. ‘Daniel’ yawned. “But the most I’ve gotten out of him is ‘daddy’.”

You held back laughter. Paul pinched your arm. “I’ve given him about..” He counted on his fingers quickly, gazing into nothing and furrowing his brows a little. “.. Seventy ultimatums.” Gene groaned, curling in and resting his forehead against his hands. Daniel exploded into laughter. He boomed so loudly the hills shook. “Frehley, why won’t you take me seriously??”

“Daddy..” ‘Daniel’ mocked. His eye grew large. “I-”

“He’s impossible.” Paul stated sharply. “I think we should just.. you know… uh, give him the old…”

“I actually agree with Paul.” You joined in.

Gene shook his head rapidly. “Yer not gonna’ do it.” Daniel scoffed. “Oh—and by the way, it’s Ace.” Gene’s eyes smiled. He looked… proud? He wrapped his arms around Ace, who—relaxed?? You and Paul looked at each other as if it was a joke. “I think you’ got thirty more to give him.” You joked. “I’m going upstairs.”

Ace glared all the way.

More time later? “Don’t you want something to eat?”

“Yeah, you.” Ace cooed.

Gene’s exasperated groan burst your ear drums. You rolled over on the bed. It wailed, splitting your brain like scraping chalk whispered you to bed. Paul crashed onto you. Your eyes widened for a split second. You wedged your elbow under his chest and slid him off. CREEEEEEAK!!! You. Wanted. To. Sob.

“Please, please just talk. I’m begging you.” Gene, downstairs, sounded like he wanted to cry too. “You’ve got to want something, right?”

“Yeah.” Ace’s sugar-drenched voice sent searing pain through your head. “And it’s what you’ got in your pants.”

You slipped off the bed after a couple hours. Your head screeched for it all to just end. You tip-toed downstairs. How was Paul sleeping so soundly? You glanced over you shoulder. A warm smile lit up your lips. You crept down the stairs and stumbled over to Gene.

“What the hell are you guys doing still up?” You yawned, rubbing your eyes harshly.

“What are you doing in my house?” Ace’s voice snapped venomous. “Oh, right!--Robbing me uh’ my dignity!”

Ace chuckled. You rubbed your eyes—until you saw Ace rubbing his nose. Your eyes shot wide. “Gene, oh my god—you untied him?” Your heart leapt through your ribs. Gene sighed deeply, scratching the nape of his neck. “I was going to let him go.” Gene sadly admitted.

“B-But he knows our faces—and names!” You cried, tossing your hands in front of you. “What the hell, Gene!! He’s gonna talk!”

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Dragons among us (part 1, Ominis gaunt x Elijah Marksmen)

(This will contain A/B/O elements to it so keep that in mind when reading, also the picture below is ominis's dragon form)

Every night is much the same, with humanity forced down to nothing but cockroaches, scampering about in the shadows. When the dragons took over, cities burned and it became survival at all cost. Elijah encounter a dragon by pure misfortune, but when instead of violence, it transformed into a human-like man, forging a carnal connection with him. He knew everything was about to change,His name is Ominis and now Elijah's his.

Elijah just looked at him kinda surprised that instead of feeling fear he felt safe and almost had a hint of comforting feeling going though his body With his eyes still locked on Ominis's he slowly and with grace kneels down in front of him, placing both hands on your shoulders and in a gentle and soft tone, "Human You and me, we're mates" Ominis says with a small smile apon his face. Elijah became a little confused ominis says that "I'm sorry.....we're what?!" Elijah yelled as ominis takes a deep breath "Mates, you and me We're mated for life" he says as His hand slowly slid down to Elijah's waist, his fingertips digging into his skin. As he got a better look at Elijah,his lips curled into a grin "You're cute, human" ominis says coursing Elijah to blush a little bit. With a playful twinkle in his bright blue eyes, ominis grinned "Now, you're mine and I'm yours, We're to mate for life, I'm a protector, provider and friend and We're to live our lives together" he says. Elijah takes a deep breath "I understand that you won't know what it means to be a dragons mate so I'll explain it for you, The dragons have a strict hierarchy and mating is no different. There were the alphas, who mated for life, with the others, being the lower-ranking dragons. You've just been mated into the higher class; you, a mere human" ominis says. Elijah found himself liking that idea as he didn't exactly have the best home life so despite the fact he couldn't believe this he was on board with the idea and ominis could sense that and he smiled some more."Now, human Tell me your name" he spoke as His hands roamed slowly and softly against Elijah's body All dragon, his touch was warm and reassuring, As much as Elijah tried to resist, it felt good to let himself go.

His hands and feet began to tingle and a soft warmth filled him, he felt safe with him as he spoke a reply "my names Elijah" He says and ominis smiled "Elijah" He said in a husky tone "We're mates now" and Elijah asked another question "but don't most mates want to have families together, I can't do that for you since I'm a guy" he says and ominis chuckled a little bit. He looked Elijah in the eye "well you should know that you humans have a dormant gene that is either alpha or omega and it only comes active apon being mated to a supernatural being so since your mated to me I can tell you have the omega gene so you can carry and have children" ominis says. Elijah found himself liking that idea as he always dreamed of having a family someday "I'm in" Elijah says with confidence. All of a sudden ominis pinned him to a near by tree and In between breaths he spoke "your mine, Say it" he groans into his ear "I'm yours" Elijah's words brought joy to ominis. Ominis speaks "Good Now, I need to mark my claim" His warm hands roamed down to Elijah's lower back and slowly spread around his hips "Just like this, you'll belong to me" he adds on. Elijah kept his eyes on him during this time as ominis teeth pulled down on his neck, biting hard. As soon as Elijah yelled he covered his mouth with his hand, "Quiet, love Quiet," he muttered, continuing down to his collarbone. Elijah's body responded to his touch, his breathing growing more erratic and his lips parted open, letting out a high-pitched whine. Eventually ominis pulled away and smiled "Mhhhh....Now I've claimed you" His voice sounded like silk, he looked into Elijah eyes, giving him an encouraging smile which was returned. Ominis takes a breath "well since you'll be living with me now I think it's fair to go say your goodbyes" ominis says and Elijah nodded "I'll be right back" Elijah says peaking ominis cheek before heading back to his hamlet.

When he arrives he gets shouted at by his farther "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU STUPID BOY?!" That made Elijah flinch a little "there was a dragon spotted near by you stupid child" his mother says "well I'm just here to say goodbye" Elijah says and his farthers face gets red. As the man went to step forward there was a growl and to everyone's shock this huge dragon with shimmering white scales steps out of the tree line and it wraps its tail around Elijah so no one can get to him. Everyone was just frozen in fear and the dragon looked at Elijah and eli knew those eyes belong to ominis and after getting the hint he climbed on his back "what on earth are you doing?!" His farther yelled again and the dragon roars at him and then took off into the air while Elijah held on for dear life. They were flying for at least another two hours before landing in front of this beautiful Manor "wow" Elijah says getting off his back. Ominis shifted back and smiled "it's your home now too, shall I give you a tour?" Ominis asked chuckling at the exited grin on Elijah's face as he said yes. Ominis shows the downstairs first and then he takes him upstairs and the last room they checked out was the bedroom, the bedroom was rather spacious with a four-poster bed along side a walk in wardrobe and ensuite bathroom and everything was a mix of green and silver. Elijah steps inside and his heart skipped a beat at everything and he sees there was a balcony which contains a table and chairs as well as a hot tube with a beautiful view of the forest. As elijah stood leaning against the banister ominis comes up behind him and wraps his arms around him "I'm so happy to have found you love" he says softly kissing his mark he left on Elijah's neck making the boy smile. They spent the rest of the day getting to properly know eachother "so your sister disappeared how long ago?" Ominis asked "it was when I was just 7" Elijah says softly "I'm sorry love" ominis replied "oh by the way my friend sebastian sallow and his sister Anne are coming over tomorrow" ominis says. Elijah felt a bit nervous hearing this "don't worry darling, they'll both love you" ominis says and after getting ready for bed they both climbed in with Elijah laying his head in ominis chest while ominis held him close "I promise I'll make life amazing for you" ominis says kissing the top of his head and Soon Elijah had fallen asleep dreaming of what was to possibly come.

#ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt smut #ominis gaunt #Elijah Marksmen #dragons #shifters

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