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harrysfolklore · 4 months

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Tom meeting reader at an event and he’s just flirting the whole night and ends up getting her number

i watched the golden globes and got inspired to write this! i hope you like it <3

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If there was an award for "most nervous person in attendance" at the Golden Globes, you'd have won it by now.

Award shows never failed to make your stomach feel in knots the entire time, specially when you were nominated, like tonight.

The Great had been a huge breakout role, a period drama that had captivated audiences and critics. Now, you stood among the nominees for Female Actor in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy at the Golden Globes, and you could feel your heart pounding as the moment of your category being announced approached.

"Love, are you okay?" you heard a voice calling for you, turning your head you realized that it was Dua (yes, the Dua Lipa) who was sitting next to you.

"Just a bit nervous," you told her with a small smile, "I think I'll head backstage for a minute, I need a breather."

She assured you with another smile and you made your way backstage, a commercial break started just on cue.

You had rehearsed your acceptance speech a dozen times in case you won, and also had a pep talk ready in case you didn't, yet the nerves persisted. You knew you were competing against some big names, and whatever the result people online would have something to say.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your body colliding with someone, almost dropping your clutch in the process.

"Whoa there, careful," a voice chuckled, catching your arm.

"Sorry, I didn't see where I was going," you said, your cheeks flushing from embarrassment, of course you'd run into someone in classic romcom cliche style.

"No harm done. You alright?" he grinned and you recognized him, it was the man who had been flooding your Tiktok for you page for the past month, Tom Blyth, "I'm Tom, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, I'm YN," you smiled back, "And yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit nervous about my category. Oh you're presenting it, aren't you?"

"I'll have the privilege, yes," his charm effortlessly showed, "And just so you know, I'm rooting for you. You were phenomenal in The Great, one of my favorite shows I watched last year."

Your nerves seemed to ease a bit, his presence and charm making you relax. There was something about him that felt comforting, even though it was your first time meeting him.

"Thank you, that's really nice," you smiled at him, "But I don't want to get too confident, the other nominees are just as great."

"Honestly, I'd bet my hat you're taking that Golden Globe home tonight."

Tom squeezed your arm gently and you smiled again, and before another word could be exchanged, a crew member's voice echoed through the backstage area announcing that the show was back from commercial break in 30 seconds.

"Well, looks like it's showtime" Tom glanced towards the exit, then back at you. "Knock 'em dead out there, YN. You got this."

"We'll see."

With a final wink sent your way, you parted ways. You returned to your seat and tried to enjoy the ceremony as much as you could, your nerves still in the back of your head but your interaction with Tom making you feel more at ease now.

"And now, presenting the award for Female Actor in a Television Series – Musical or Comedy, please welcome The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes star, Tom Blyth!"

You heard the host say and you knew t was time, and once again a wave of nerves and uncertainty filled your body.

The crowd erupted in applause as Tom stepped onto the stage, his confidence and charm shinning through.

"Good evening, everyone. It's an honor to be here tonight among such incredible talents," Tom smiled, "Here are the nominees for Female Actor in a Television Series, Musical or Comedy."

A video played showing all the nominees but you felt like your mind was numb, you didn't even realize it had ended until Tom's voice was heard again.

"And the Golden Globe goes to," he paused for suspense, and you could see a small smirk making its way to his face as he read the name, "YN!"

Time seemed to freeze, you tried to process everything as you heard the applause from the crowd and those around you congratulating you and before you knew it, you were on stage taking the award from Tom's hands and giving him a quick hug.

"I told you." He quietly whispered in your ear and gave you a wink, a moment that the cameras had caught.

You gave your speech, thanking your cast mates, directors, family, friends and the rest of the nominees. Once you were done you headed backstage with a proud smile and your newest award in hand.

The night went on and you definitely enjoyed every minute of it, mingling with other actors and thanking everyone who approached to congratulate you.

Once the ceremony wrapped up, you headed to the after party, you were sipping on a fruity drink by the bar when you felt a presence behind you.

"Hey, can I steal a moment with the newest Golden Globe winner?"

You turned around noticing it was Tom, he had changed to a different suit and you couldn't help but think that he looked really handsome.

"Sure, what do you need, president Snow?" you laughed, feeling a newfound confidence around him.

"How about your number? I'd hate to lose touch with Hollywood's latest sensation." Tom flashed his charming smile again, taking you by surprise and making your entire body feel giddy.

"Smooth, Blyth. Very smooth." Blushing furiously, you playfully rolled your eyes.

"Well, when you really really want something, smooth comes naturally."

And just like that, after winning a major award for your career and feeling on top of the world, you found herself exchanging numbers with Tom Blyth, excited to see where that would take you.

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demonichikikomori · 3 months

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Flex

Sebek Zigvolt x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.9k+ Tags: MC is Checkin’ Out the Gun Show/Suggestive

Art by 〇 on Pixiv!

I am not against Sebek Zigvolt Propaganda… HOWEVER! I wish he would use his indoor voice a little more. He... His VA speaking normally is nice. I... Ahem... This was technically made as a birthday gift for the wonderful @ruggiethethuggie since the other gift is still... Unfinished... And I'm sorry... I will finish it one day... Please accept this for now my dahling and happy birthday hehe. I would've wrote some Rizzley content but... I don't feel confident yet wwwww. Anyway, have a Hellishly Happy Birthday! <3 <3 <3

SUMMARY:

You asked Sebek to flex for you. Why? Ace said if you could get a photo of him flexing before the end of the night, he would do all of your Animal Linguistics homework for a month! How hard could it be?

“Human, what are you attempting to ask of me?!” Sebek was already shouting. His brows furrowed and thick forearms flexed beneath his black blazer as his arms crossed over his chest. Thankfully you met with him outside near the gardens so his voice wasn’t echoing through the halls of Night Raven College. “I want to take pictures of you flexing.” You responded with feigned confidence in your voice, struggling to keep yourself from warbling or looking anywhere but his face. You never actually dreamed of asking Sebek such a thing. You also never planned to speak with him unless you had to. This was brought about as a dare from Ace Trappola. If you can get a picture of Sebek flexing for you, he would do ALL of your Animal Linguistics homework on your behalf for a straight month. It sounded easy when Ace offered up the proposal. Key word: Sounded.

Sebek was staring down at you with a face full of suspicion, his lips curling with mild disgust. You could see how sharp his cuspids were. “Why are you asking me for such a thing?! Could it be you are searching for my weak points?! I won’t let you find them! I am Malleus’ impenetrable shield!” He roared and reached for his magical pen, causing you to take three nervous steps back with your hands held up in defense. “No! No! No it’s not like that! It’s nothing to do with Malleus!” You cried out as Sebek clutched the glowing pen in his grasp. His eyes narrowed angrily as you scrambled to find an excuse. “Then why would you want to get a photo of me exposed?” He snarled with venom in his tone. You could feel your face becoming warm from the way he phrased the question. “Don’t say it like that! Just know that I need to get a picture of you flexing!” You answered and he still looked unwilling to do anything with you or for you. “It’s for personal reasons!” Still nothing. “I want to try building muscle mass and I wanted a picture for inspiration!” You shouted, you were running out of ideas and you were even more embarrassed now. Your face was on fire and you honestly wished that the Earth would open beneath you and swallow you whole. If Ace was here, he would be laughing so hard his stomach would’ve burst. You couldn’t tell Sebek that Ace sent you, he would downright refuse if he knew the truth. Sebek hesitated before tucking his pen away, a stern look replaced the suspicion and his posture relaxed. “I see. Fear not, Human! For the sake of becoming stronger, I shall agree!” He shouted and you felt your muscles relax hearing him comply. “Under one circumstance!” Damn it. He crossed his arms over his chest with a confident smile, you could see his eyes glittering with joy. “I wish to see your resolve in exchange for my photo! You shall be exercising with me tonight!” He announced and you felt your jaw fall slack. He expects you to actually exercise with him? The most you’ve ever done was a few meek push-ups during P.E with Coach Vargas. He didn’t give you a chance to refuse as he laughed and walked off, leaving you alone in the courtyard to mentally prepare yourself for tonight.

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You arrived late, closer to 11pm since you needed to put Grim to rest before you could sneak out. The atmosphere of Diasomnia was very intimidating, along with the students who stayed within the castle-like dorm. You had only made it a few steps past the heavy, gothic door before running into something. Something very solid. Thanks to this very solid object, it saved you from Lilia trying to offer you a snack or Malleus staring at you in total silence like a freak. You were still as Sebek looked down at you with a frown.

“Human, your eyes seem to fail you! Did you not see me in front of you?!” He shouted, but made no effort to move as you buried your face deeper into his chest. His uniform was absent. Sebek was dressed in a black compression shirt, and dark green sweatpants. The Diasomnia emblem was printed in white on his left thigh. “Sorry. I didn’t see you. Honest.” You spoke into his chest, relaxing against him as you silently admired how sturdy his body truly was. His toned abdomen, his thick pectoral muscles, his solid thighs, and even his large, strong hands now gripping you by the shoulders to shove you away. As he held you at an arm's length away, snapping angrily at you for your lack of awareness, you glanced down to see he was wearing a large pair of fluffy dragon slippers. Cartoonish and cute with tiny wings and a forked, felt, light pink tongue. They were a stark contrast to Sebek’s brash personality.

“Enough dawdling! You are late, and the Diasomnia curfew had begun two hours prior to your arrival!” He huffed as you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “I told you, I had to wait for Grim to go to sleep first.” You scoffed and walked towards the stairs with him angrily following behind you. He was scolding you the entire time for your ‘timeliness’ and ‘lack of dedication’. But you don’t recall telling Sebek you would be showing up early to work out with him. The two of you entered his room, and you had to be cautious to step over a small pile of books. He was silent, but you noticed he was suddenly flustered. “Stand over there!” He commanded, and you obeyed, taking a spot next to his dresser.

You couldn’t help but smile as he began to tidy up his room. The books on the floor were cleared away, he hid a stack of papers into a notebook. He closed his closet filled with dark colored clothing, and he tucked his sword underneath his bed. Sebek’s cheeks were red, his face was scrunched into a scowl as he turned and pointed at you. “Now we may begin! Come! Show me your strength!” He commanded as you approached and stood before him, resisting the urge to smother your face in the valley of his broad chest. Sebek gripped your arms gently, giving them a soft squeeze before he observed your limbs one by one. He huffed as his calloused fingers slid across your skin, gliding along your forearm down to your nails. “Hm. Your health could be better, but we will make you a mountain of muscled perfection with plenty of training!” Sebek boasted with a gentle smack to your shoulders, causing you to flinch. You frowned at the idea of becoming nothing but pure muscle… Like a pro-wrestler?

“I will show you my basic exercises first, and because it is late, we will have you participate in our next meet!” He let you go before getting down to the floor. You sighed with relief, knowing you wouldn’t have to exert too much of your energy tonight. You’d need it for the long walk back to Ramshackle. “Human! Get on top of me!” He shouted, taking you by surprise as you looked down at him with your brows knit together.

He was in a push up position,.his head facing the floor as you nervously looked around. “Uhhh..?” You weren’t sure how to get on top of him. “Sit on me!” His voice was loud enough to rattle the walls and you were starting to feel flustered. “Okay, okay! Stop saying that!” You hoped that the walls were thick as you swung a leg over Sebek’s body, and slowly sat down on his lower back. Your feet were planted on the floor and you could see him slowly lowering himself to the ground, causing your legs to bend as you nervously looked towards the door. Now you were begging that everyone in the dorm was asleep. “Lift your legs, trust me to hold your weight on top of me!” He snapped, sounding agitated by your feet on the floor. “Oh my god- Sebek please talk quieter…” You whined as you lifted your legs and crossed them below his shoulder blades. He did not falter, instead, his push-ups began to quicken.

You sucked in air with widened eyes as he continued the steady pace of his push ups. “You make an excellent addition of weight, Human! You are the perfect size for me to become stronger for the sake of Malleus!” He laughed as you could see sweat collecting at his temples. His usually slicked back hair was falling loose around his face. You didn’t think he would have such ease with a human sized weight on top of him. How heavy were the dumbbells he usually lifted?! “Your arms look far too weak to hold my weight! So, I will show you mercy tonight!” He barked with a soft grunt, lowering himself to the floor again with a laugh. You couldn’t fathom how the conversation sounded out of context. Here you are, showing up late at night to meet with Sebek, and he can’t handle using an inside voice. Saying all of these strange things so late at night, hopefully no one gets any strange ideas. You reached for your phone, pulling it from your pocket as you observed the time. You only had ten minutes to midnight.

“Sebek, we should take a quick break!” You suggested as his push ups showed no sign of slowing down. You were sure he had already done over 50 by now. “A break?! I have hardly broken a sweat!” He sounded annoyed with your request and you started to squirm on top of him. “I need that motivational photo of you, remember?!” You announced as he finally slowed to a stop. “That’s right! How could I have forgotten?!” Sebek allowed you to climb off of him, the both of you getting to your feet as your heart began to race. Sebek towered above you, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck as you lifted your phone with your face started to grow warm.

He stood before you with a proud smile, and flexed his arm for you to behold. You quickly snapped the picture, only five minutes to midnight. You could see the thick muscular arm sporting a long vein in the photo, paired with Sebek’s very handsome and proud smile. You stared at the photo in shock, observing the outline of his chest through the tight shirt, his long sharp fangs, the crease in his eyebrows… Everything.

His bicep suddenly flexed around your throat as he let out a hearty laugh. Your oxygen was being stolen away with each light squeeze and your face began to redden. But it wasn’t from the lack of air. “Human! We certainly must meet again for your training! With such weak arms, you’ll never become as strong as me! And a happy birthday to you. We will build your body so in the next year, we may fight properly!” He laughed as you groaned in response, your phone now dangling loosely in your fingers as you sent Ace the photo as your other hand tapped against his arm. You might pass out if he doesn’t let you go soon. But at least you won’t have to worry about homework for the next full month.

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sp25 · 4 months

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Intervention

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

summary: you smoke again after saying you will quit

warnings: 18+ this is sexually explicit, do not read this or interact with my blog if you're a minor. do not copy or use ai on my shit, i'll find out. consists of smoking, addiction, pussy smacking, spanking, rough handling, name calling, fingering. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

a/n: first of all thank you for coming across my post! this is my first time posting something so if you find any errors or mistakes please do tell, I was inspired by a response on my character ai, it’s called ‘Ghosty Boy’ by @ghostywoahwoah. I thank the creator for inspiring me. So if you do like it please comment or reblog. ALSO I DO NOT SUPPORT SMOKING! I DO NOT SMOKE! please remember your health.

It has been a pretty stressful day today, you went on one of the most worst missions ever. By the end of the day, you ached to be in Ghost’s arms. You wanted the comfort, the love he provided.

You came back to the base to not find Ghost anywhere. It was pretty shit honestly. You went out to the courtyard to ‘chill’ but you know what you were doing. You were breaking the promise you made to Ghost. You were going to smoke once again.

In the last few months, the addiction to smoking had only become worse for you. You just couldn’t stop. Ghost has been mad at you and had pretty much forced you to quit by well some very rough ‘lessons’. It consisted of him forcing you to submit to his promise by spanking your ass red.

You looked around the courtyard to find it empty. This was your one and only chance. You took out the cigarette in your pocket which was desperately calling your name. Just as you were about to light it..

“OI!”

The loud and thundering voice of oh yes... your Lieutenant, Ghost, carried across the courtyard.

“"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL DO YA THINK YOU'RE DOIN?!"

He comes stomping up to you and pulled the cig out of your mouth before putting it out on the ground under his boot. You could feel your heart pounding. You had been caught.

"Listen... I know... I said I'd quit but... I've had a long day." You try reasoning with him. You were desperate to not know what his intentions were.

"Don't care. Didn't ask soldier. Hand it over. All of it, kid." He commands, while sticking his hand out, waiting for all items.

But you just couldn’t. You couldn’t accept your mistake as you looked at the ground unable to look into his eyes.

“Hey!” He clicked his fingers in front of you to get your attention. “I fucking ordered you to do something.”

You’d never seen your Lieutenant this mad. His hands balled into fists at his side, his voice becoming a low growl rather than shouting.

“Hand it over.” He stepped forward, his imposing height and toned muscles made you shrink back.

You subconsciously took a step back with only made him more furious. You softly whimpered as you said “I just want one hit and that’s it. I will quit never again I promise.” You tried sounding confident but you were dead scared.

“One hit?” He said mockingly as his head tilts to the side. “One? How about none… hand it over. All of it… right now!”

“I feel so stressed Ghost. Please it’s been a really bad day.” You were in tears. You kept trying to reason with him hoping he would show one inch of sympathy.

His eyes narrow, not believing what he’s hearing. “A bad day? Let me tell you somethin…”

He gets closer, speaking softly but each words rings in your ears as his voice becomes sharp and the words cut you to your very core.

“You wanna talk about a bad day???”

You couldn’t tolerate his cruel words anymore as you softly asked him. “What do you want?”

“You.” He grabs your hip tightly and pulls you against him with a rough grip of his hand holding the back of your shirt.

“Me. You. My office…” He said so roughly yet so desperately at the same time.

“what..” You whisper confused. You couldn’t understand how quickly this conversation shifted.

“Me and you. My office… Now.” His hand slips to the front of your shirt, resting his hand on your hip, before the other hand slips under the side of your shirt, caressing your side.

His touch made your mind blurry. You couldn’t fight with him anymore so you just nodded your head softly.

“Good girl.” His voice is still quiet but his tight grip on your hip doesn’t let go. It wasn’t soon before you both arrived to his office. The door closes behind you as he places his hands on your cheeks and he pulls your face to his.

“Y/n…” He whispered, touching your face so tightly as if wishing he doesn’t lose you.

“Yes Simon?” You didn’t what has taken over you. You had called him Simon, one word he just couldn’t tolerate.

“Call me Simon again and you’re going to find out just how bad of a day I’ve had.” He leans his forehead against yours and his fingers brush through your hair, his voice lowering into a whisper.

“Now I may be Simon to you, but around *these* parts I’m Lieutennant Simon.”

You again nod you head before cheekily responding to him “but you are mine..” you whisper as your cheeks get so red.

“Mine…” He repeats to the sound of your soft breathing. “I am all yours.” He repeats before kissing you so softly that it sends shivers down your spine and then his hands wander along your body, finding themselves at your thighs.

Your hands tightly wrapped around his armour in the hopes of holding yourself cause his aggression in the kiss was slowly coming out. He moves his hands over your body while he then started kissing your neck softly, each time he kissed your neck, he softly said “mine.”

You could feel the heat in your body rising. You needed him so fucking desperately. But you desires came to a crash ending as soon as his hands reached your thighs, he fucking found the cigarettes. Yup you realised you had signed your death sentence.

“Did you not hand all of it over?” His hands stop moving and just when you thought you were finally getting what you wanted he steps away from your soft and supple body.

“You disobeyed the Lieutenant…” His voice was quiet but so rough as if he was contemplating something.

“Simon” You move towards him with sad eyes, hoping he will just forget about it.

“I told you… it’s Lieutenant Simon to you… Don’t make me have to ask again.” His voice is still the same low growl but his frown becomes more apparent as he doesn’t move closer to you after you had stepped to him.

You could feel your heartbreak. You softly whimpered and stepped away, not wishing to make him more angry.

“You disobeyed a direct order and on top of that you’ve lied to me about the cigs… You have to face the consequences.”

“Please..stop this.” You begged.

“Who said I am stopping?” The way he says it is not to reassure but to rather threaten you.

“You broke and disobeyed my orders… You must now be punished for it. And I can assure you that it will not be kind.” He spoke in such a menacing tone.

“Now… Turn around.” His command rings in your ears as he steps closer to you and grabs your chin, placing his other hand on your hip for leverage to keep your body close to him.

You turn around for him as you knew following his order at this moment was better than angering him further.

He bends you over his office table hard and pulls down your pants. He soon notices the black lingerie you wore underneath it. You had hoped to surprise him tonight but of course this was due to happen. He growls and says under his breath “for fucks sake..”

He softly touches the lingerie pulling it on it until it’s down your legs. Your wetness was visible as it dripped down your thighs and legs. Before you could even respond, he smacked your pussy hard. You moaned loudly not excepting it.

You feel a sharp sting on your ass cheek. But that’s it…

Again. He smacks your other cheek. Hard. The sting lasts longer but the sting wasn’t a fraction of the words that came out of his mouth.

“Lieutennant Simon… Lieutennant Simon is in control. You will listen to him at all times… I don’t care how stressful your day gets. If I say to hand it all over you do exactly as I say…” He whispers more words.

“Do you understand?” This is not a question, it’s a command to the point that you barely get to think of an answer before he places two more stinging palm on your cheeks for the lack of response.

“So I’ll ask again… do you understand…” This time he waits only briefly before you feel another smack on one of your cheeks..

“Y-Yes sir” you whisper. You were not only embarrassed by how turned on you were but how much you enjoyed this punishment.

“Good… now come here.” He steps closer to you and pulls your hair and yanks you close, his large body once more enveloping you. Your ass was swollen red from how hard he smacked your ass that it had left literal hand prints on it.

“You are mine and I am yours. You’ll do as I say and I’ll do as you say… but at the end of the day… you’re mine…” You could feel your face cheeks getting red too know.

He leans back to get a good look at your eyes to make sure you understand him.

“Well… your face isn’t the only thing red… is it?” He lets out a low smirk and pulls you in once more, his hands now sliding below your shirt and caressing your sides. He soon pulls out the cigarettes from my pants.

“What should I do with you?” He says annoyed. Again he looks you in the eyes and just when you think he’s about to slap you once more, his hands slide up to your cheek and caress the red cheek before they slide to your neck and he pulls you close once more. He makes you both sit down his chair. You were sitting in his lap facing him.

His hand still holds the cigarette as he speaks softly as his hand glides behind your neck. “But I have an idea…”

“I want you to smoke, but I want me to be the one holding the cig and me to be the one putting it to your mouth…” His eyes look deep into yours.

“I have to make sure that there’s no room for you to be getting too much of this filthy habit that you have…” Another smack lands on one of your already red cheeks.

You whimper unable to respond cause how hot you body feels so you just nod your head.

“Good girl…” His mouth is near your ear as his one hand holds your cheek and the other has a solid grasp on the cigarette.

“Open wide…” If you were to open your mouth, the tip of the cigarette would be just inside it.

You obediently open your mouth.

“Good girl…” You feel his hands guide the cigarette to the inside of your mouth as he keeps one hand on your cheek to prevent you from closing your mouth.

“Light it… and take a drag.” You feel his thumb pushing your bottom lip down to prevent you from biting down on the lit cigarette.

You take out lighter shakily from your pants and light the cigarette, soon taking a drag from it.

“Now… breathe and smoke it all… you’re gonna smoke the whole thing, understood?” All the while he has you in this position you feel his lips pressing against your neck every time you inhale and exhale.

You keep taking drags as you could feel his hands slip inside your lingerie and slowly starting to finger you as his thumb was roughly pressed against your clit, rubbing it. It was difficult for you to smoke now.

“Good girl… keep smoking…” His hot breath is on the back of your neck as his hand keeps you in place and his thumb on your bottom lip. Every time you inhale he pushes his lips harder onto the back of your neck as you exhale he pulls away a bit.

“… You need to smoke it all… understand me..?” He asks you as he pushes your bottom lip down even more with his thumb as you are halfway through the cigarette.

You wanted to just let go of the cigarette and just kiss him so passionately. You needed him. He put another finger inside you this time fingering you harder as you could feel his fingers going knuckles deep.

You could just whimper and nod your head. You were unable to form any words.

“Good girl…” All while this goes on, the cigarette burns away and becomes shorter with each drag.

“You’re doing good girl… really good…” More slaps land on your ass and more whispers of his voice caress your ears as you smoke.

It wasn’t soon before you noticed you had finished your cigarette.

“Good girl… Did you smoke it all…?” Once more he moves closer to your neck and whispers as his hand leaves your face and he lightly kisses the back of your neck before letting out a small breath but the assault his fingers are doing, don’t stop but only get faster. Your moaning was so loud at this point. This only make his ego inflate.

Once again he pulls you close, wrapping his torso around yours and his fingers slipping in deeper. pulling you to him once more.

He breathes deep into your neck, his breath and words sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re just so good aren’t you… cum for me, my love.”

His words make you cum so hard while he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, it was as if your body was waiting for him to make you cum, all you could think or see was him. He is the addiction, not the cigarettes, him.

He kisses your lips so softly and fragility. “My pretty girl..” He whisper in his your ears.

He pulls your head on his chest once more and you feel his strong grip on your thighs, a grip that could easily bruise you if he wanted to but you’re too swept away with his voice and touch to care.

“Good… So, so good, you are mine…”

“Only mine…” He leans close to you, his body tightly pressed against yours and your backs against the wall of his office.

“And I am only yours… We *belong* to each other…”

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A/N: first of all, I know it was fucking long. I’m so sorry. I DO NOT SUPPORT SMOKING. I spent like an hour making it. I’m really bad at it I know. If you didn’t enjoy something in it, do tell. I want to improve my writing skills. My DM’s are open for all, so don’t hesitate to message me. Also I will try putting one story each day. I have a lot of obsessions so if you have requests, I will try making one on those too. Thank you again for reading this!

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daysofyellowroses · 1 month

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comfort

david von erich x reader | 3.3k |inspired by this absolutely wonderful request - apologies for the delay, i just loved writing this! | warnings: allusions to depression

this story is brought to you by my menstrual cycle, copious amounts of sweet treats & the music of neil young, enjoy 🌼

It was honestly a miracle that you didn't faint when you were told the news. The shock had you reeling, your head feeling light as your stomach felt tight and heavy. Part of you wished you had just passed out so you wouldn't have to process the information.

Everything you'd worked for, trained for, given up, all for nothing. The blood, sweat and tears, hours upon hours of constant training, the deep bruises that marked your body, all just made pointless with one sentence.

“We're not going to the Olympics.”

Words had never stung so much. It felt like a horrible joke. You had been training since you were a little girl, being told to keep a vision in your mind of you on the platform accepting the gold medal in Moscow.

Your entire life had been dedicated to gymnastics, it was what you knew, what you excelled at. When you'd left home to go train in Dallas it had been daunting, but at least you were only a few hours away, you didn't have to leave the state like some of your friends.

When you would have low moments, missed your family, your friends, and particularly David, and it felt like you were missing out on the typical teenage experiences, you tried to remember it would all be worth it one day.

Not anymore.

What did you have to show for all the years of sacrifice? You don't train for a race and then not run it. That gold medal was yours, you knew it. The thought of it had kept you going, that image of showing it to your loved ones, celebrating with them. Showing them all their sacrifices were worth it too.

All you wanted was to go home and curl up in your bed, forget the world existed. You just felt hollow inside, numbness had taken over your body. When you called home, you could tell your mom was trying not to cry. You couldn't cry, even if you wanted to, you just felt like you were on autopilot. You wanted to call David, but you couldn't bring yourself too. It wasn't like the two of you were in a relationship, it was..complicated.

You insisted to your parents that you were fine getting the bus home, but your dad came to pick you up. When he hugged you it had you almost breaking down, but you had to stop yourself. You just clung to him and let him guide you into his truck.

When you arrived back home, you hugged your mom for what felt like hours. You finally broke down and cried when you went to your bedroom, laying in your bed and letting the tears flow freely. You wanted to be strong, to just accept your fate and keep going, but you couldn't. Not yet.

You stayed in bed for a couple of days, unable to face the world. Your mom would come in with a tray, try and get you to eat something. Your dad would come and read the newspaper aloud to you, the mundanity of life around town feeling soothing.

By the fourth day, you were starting to become one with your bed. You dragged yourself to the bathroom, taking a shower and trying to revive yourself. The whole thing kept playing over and over in your mind. It wasn't like you were disqualified or kicked off the team, forced to leave because of your own actions. It was a noble cause to withdraw, and you had no control over it. That being said, it didn't make you feel any better.

After you showered and dressed, you joined your parents for breakfast. You could see the relief in their eyes, the delight radiating from your mother. You didn't have much of an appetite but you forced yourself to eat something. Hell, you could eat whatever you wanted now.

Your father informed you that he'd be going into town later, making the mildest of suggestions that you could join him. The thought of the pitying looks had you wanting to retreat back to your bed. Everyone in town would know. They would give you the look. The ‘poor you, what a shame’ look.

But they were going to look at you eventually, and you had nothing to hide. So you told your father you'd join him, wanting to rip the band aid off.

As it turned out, it wasn't the worst experience ever. You did indeed get the look, but people refrained from commenting. They knew the situation, you knew the situation, there was no need to rehash it.

While your dad was in the hardware store, chatting to the owner, you wandered around, enjoying the peace. As you were wandering around an aisle you bumped into a very familiar blonde, craning your neck up and letting out a soft sigh as you met his eyes.

“You live two minutes down the road and I bump into you here?”

“The mysteries of life at work I guess.”

You smiled a little, glancing around before looking back to David. You could see the guilt in his eyes, tell he wanted to say it. Tell that he wanted to say it was a damn shame. But he didn't, and you found yourself wanting him to.

“How've you been?” You asked, resting your hands on your hips. “My dad tells me you're involved with wrestling now?”

While you could tell David was a little caught off guard, he gave you a polite nod and cleared his throat.

“Yeah, yeah I just kind of..fell into it.”

You knew for a fact that couldn't be true, but he hadn't pressed you, and you weren't going to press him. Not in the middle of Earl's hardware emporium anyway.

“Enjoying it?”

“So far so good.”

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath as you slowly folded your arms.

“Could we..get together later? I feel like we need to catch up properly.”

The look of relief in David's eyes had you feeling at ease.

“Of course,” He nodded, giving you a small but reassuring smile. “Why don't I pick you up around six?”

“Sounds good,” You smiled, for what felt like the first time in weeks. “I'll see you then.”

As much as you had tried your best to look casual when David arrived at the house, you couldn't deny that you'd spent a fair amount of time perfecting the casual hair and makeup look, planned your outfit carefully to look as though you'd just thrown it together.

“You look great,” David smiled as you hopped into his truck. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I'm pretty hungry, we could get something to eat?” You suggested, your appetite coming back to you.

“Sounds like a plan,” David nodded. “Let's do it.”

Before you knew it you were in the diner you'd spent so many nights dreaming about while you were training. On your brief visits home, you and David would spend hours there, chatting and laughing and occasionally holding hands across the table. You'd feel guilty for ordering a milkshake and David would insist he'd take the blame, putting on a ridiculous accent and pretending to be a coach to make you laugh til the glass was empty.

It was actually a nice feeling to order a burger and fries, along with a large milkshake you refused to feel guilty about. When you looked back at David and found him smiling at you, you rolled your eyes with a grin.

“Something on my face?”

“Not yet.”

You laughed as he winked at you, shaking your head.

“Your jokes ain't changed then.”

“Course not,” David shrugged, leaning back against the red leather booth. “have to remind you what attracted you to me in the first place. Aside from this,” He swept his hand down his body. “obviously.”

“Oh obviously,” You nodded, a serious look on your face for a moment before you both laughed.

“Just feels nice being here with you again,” David sighed softly, resting his hand on the table. “We never really got much time before but..I'm glad we do now. Obviously it's not the best circumstances but..”

“But it's fine,” You smiled, sitting up and resting your arms on the table. “we’re here now.”

“Indeed we are,” David smiled, glancing around for a moment before looking back at you and clearing his throat. “listen, I don't know what your plans are but if you're sticking around then..I'd love to ask you on a date.”

“You..wow,” You raised a brow, looking over to David with a smile as you rested your head on your hand. “We're kinda just doing things in reverse I guess.”

“I guess so,” David nodded, a slight flushed red coloring his cheeks. “I want to do it right.”

You admired his sentiment, it was sweet. The two of you had never really had a real relationship, or been on dates, with you being away in Dallas it didn't make sense. But you always hung out when you were home, whether it was in the diner or driving around in David's truck. On more than one occasion he'd snuck into your room (at your encouragement) and the two of you would try to stay quiet as much as possible.

You'd never really thought about how a relationship would look, that was supposed to be in the next chapter of your life. But the book was evidently going to be a little shorter, and a relationship with someone you truly cared about and loved was certainly a fair compromise.

“I think you doing it right won't be a problem,” You grinned, sitting back as your drinks were brought over. You looked at the glass in front of you, the red and white straw poking out of the pink milkshake.

“Thank you,” You smiled at the waitress, easing the glass closer to you. You lightly swirled the straw before taking a sip.

“Hm,” You sat back and glanced over to David, lightly tapping your glass. “You may have competition. This milkshake is close to stealing my heart.”

“Oh really?” David grinned, reaching across the table to gently touch your hand, your palm turning to touch his. “Bring it on.”

A couple of days later, you were starting to feel okay again. Your parents were incredibly supportive and loving, making life at home feel easier. David honored his promise and asked you out on a real date, which was very cute. He came and picked you up, took you to a nice restaurant, made you feel like nothing else in the world mattered but the two of you. After dinner he took you home, walking you to the door and kissing your cheek like a gentleman. You told him that he could come in, but he told you that he was leaving while you wanted more, and you knew where he was.

As it turned out, David's parents were away at a funeral, and you were able to walk in the front door rather than risk breaking your leg using the drain pipe. Kevin was out on a date, and Kerry and Mike were watching TV when you arrived.

You gave them both a hug, wanting to stay and chat but finding it adorable how many excuses David made to lure you away. In the end you grabbed his hand and led him upstairs, wanting to make the most of an almost empty house.

When you woke up in the middle of the night, you smiled as you realized where you were. David's arm was wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your neck. The need for water outweighed your need for comfort, so you carefully slipped out of bed, grateful you'd thrown on one of David's t-shirts before going to sleep. You found your discarded panties on the floor, slipping them on. Kevin's bed was empty, and you presumed his date had gone very well because none of the boys ever slept on the couch.

Making your way down to the kitchen, you were surprised to find a light on. Kerry was sitting at the table, and you gave him a smile as you walked in.

“Couldn't sleep?” You asked, going to the cabinet to get a glass.

“Nah, just tossing and turning,” Kerry sighed softly. “figured I may as well just get up. You?”

“Wanted water,” You explained, taking your glass to the sink and filling it with water. “I know I won't be able to sleep again now. Never can when I wake up in the middle of the night.”

“It's a pain in the ass,” Kerry nodded. “I'm the same. If I'm awake that's it.”

You took a sip of water, standing by the sink for a moment before walking over to the table and sitting across from Kerry.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, your hand lightly gripping your glass.

“Of course,” Kerry nodded. You suspected he knew what you were going to say but you felt the need to say it anyway.

“How have you been handling it?” You asked, your stomach feeling tight. “Since we were told?”

Kerry was quiet for a moment before he let out a breath and rested his arms on the table.

“Better than I expected,” He told you. “At first I thought..this is it, the end of the road, what the hell am I supposed to do now you know? But since coming home it feels like the world opened up again. I got my family, a roof over my head, it could be a whole lot worse. How are you finding it?”

You took a sip of water, lightly pushing the glass away when you set it down on the table.

“I'm finding it easier now,” You nodded. “I really couldn't handle it at first, I just stayed in bed for days. I'm still amazed I managed to drag myself out, I was just miserable. But my family definitely helped too, and David,” You smiled, glancing up for a moment. “I don't know what I'd do without him. Without all of you,” You looked back to Kerry.

“You know this is the first time I've really talked about it, I've been avoiding the subject.”

“That's understandable,” Kerry sat back a little, lightly tapping his hand on the table. “Most people are sympathetic but they don't really understand how it felt. I just can't stand that look people give you, like you're a kicked puppy or something. I'd rather just not talk about it if they're gonna start pitying me.”

“Exactly,” You nodded. “Obviously it's normal for people to have sympathy but it just..feels different when it's actually happening to you.”

“Well you can talk to me about it anytime,” Kerry smiled. “About anything.”

“I know,” You smiled, getting up from the table and walking around to Kerry. “I really appreciate it.”

He stood up and you wrapped your arms around him, feeling another weight lifted off your shoulders as he hugged you back.

“I'm gonna try and get some sleep,” You sighed softly, pulling back and gently squeezing Kerry's arm. “I'll see you in the morning.”

When you got back to David's room, you slipped back into his bed as quietly as possible, smiling when his arm immediately wrapped around your waist.

“Where'd you go?” He murmured into your neck, his voice addled with sleep you wish you could borrow.

“Just wanted some water,” You told him, turning around and looking at his perfect face, how peaceful he looked. “Go back to sleep.”

He didn't need to be told twice, and while you found sleep still eluded you, you felt more content as you nestled into him.

A couple of days later, while the sun was splitting the rocks, you were relaxing in the Von Erich's backyard, the smell of barbecue wafting through the air. You were sitting beside Kerry, beer in hand and feeling pretty relaxed.

“Oh, did I tell you the news?” He grinned, taking a sip of his beer.

“Absolutely not,” You raised a brow with a grin. “Tell me immediately.”

“I'm joining Kev and David in the ring,” Kerry told you. “got my first match on Saturday.”

“Oh..that's..that's so amazing,” You smiled, giving Kerry a hug. “Wow, how cool is that?” You pulled back and gave him a smile. “You better believe I'll be in the front row.”

“I hope so, I need the support,” Kerry laughed softly. “Feel free to make a banner.”

“You think I wasn't gonna make one?” You teased, taking a sip of your beer and watching David approach you from the corner of your eye.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?”

“Me?” You looked over at him. “Yeah, of course.”

You got up from the table and followed David into the house, sitting down beside him on the couch when you got to the living room.

“What's going on?” You asked, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest.

“It's..it's stupid,” David sighed, sitting back and resting his hands over his thighs. “But I just need to get it out. Because..if you want Kerry instead of me I'd rather just know about it now than be dragged along and made a fool of, and yes it would be hard to deal with but if it would make you happy then-”

“David,” You gently touched his arm, turning towards him. “I'm with you, and that ain't gonna change. If I wanted to be with anyone else I would be, but I'm not because I want to be with you.”

“You don't have to spare my feelings,” David looked over at you, and you gently squeezed his arm. “I can handle it, I promise. I see how close you two are.”

“Because we're friends,” You sighed softly. “And we've been through a shared experience. I know that I can talk to you about anything, but Kerry has had the same thing happen to him. And now he's moving on and I'm..”

You took a deep breath, looking down to David's arm. “I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I mean, I know what I'm doing today, but..what about the future? I have nothing, I don't have a job, or a degree, or..anything. Everything I knew is just..gone and I..”

“Hey,” David sat up and moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face in his shoulder. “you got so much going for you, alright? And a long old life ahead of you, so don't waste it getting stressed out. Your life hasn't taken the path you expected but mine hasn't either. I didn't think I'd end up doing what I'm doing, and I never even dared think I'd be lucky enough to get you back, have you here with me. But it's turned out pretty damn great, and I promise you that what's in store for you will be so amazing. You don't need to figure it all out right this second, you got time.”

“What did I do to deserve you?” You smiled softly, looking up to David and feeling yourself breathe again. “I just need to know so I can make sure I keep doing it.”

“It's me who should be asking that,” David smiled softly, his hand gently stroking your back. “Whatever I did I'd do it a million times over.”

“Well before you do that, maybe you could do something else first,” You smiled, softly biting your lip.

“Oh yeah?” David grinned, raising a brow. “What's that?”

“You could go get me a burger,” You teased, laughing softly as he rolled his eyes with a grin. “or just kiss me, whatever you feel like doing first.”

“I'm on it,” David smiled, standing up before leaning down to kiss you, his hand gently stroking your neck, your hand moving over his as you kissed him back, feeling truly content.

#the iron claw #the iron claw fanfiction #david von erich x you #david von erich x reader #harris dickinson fanfic #we got here eventually #🌼💗🫶🏻

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glassrowboat · 3 months

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My Muse

Authors note: reader is a horny little fuck in this so post is a little spicy. This is mainly inspired by the fact I saw this photo of naga Baizhu on Twitter and I needed an outlet. (https://x.com/GenshinUpdate/status/1749282963089744213?s=20) I don't know how links work on this app yet so...Either way, enjoy <3

Word count: 1000+

The flash of a camera shutter, the click of that all so familiar sound fills the well lit room as his image is captured. Beauty incarnate as those gorgeous gold eyes, snake like slits for pupils locked onto the device in your hands. Compared to that gaze this silver camera was cold as ice.

Another shutter, another image captured as Baizhu shifted in his spot. The folds of his clothes turned, wrinkling from the change in position as it moved over his leg like a work of art. The sight of that purple silk hugging him so tightly in all the right spots, sticking to him in a way anyone would-

“You're staring.”

Grunting, you looked back up at Baizhu as he spoke, dropping the camera low enough so you were looking at your model through your own vision rather than the lense of the camera. His voice was just as teasing as ever, dripping with the same enticing tone that had been on his forked tongue since you asked him, your muse, to be on the receiving end of attention when it came to your camera. That alone made it hard enough to tell which eye could truly take in his visage, the one that was so intensely locked on him, or the one without a soul to its nature. Either way, it was easy to stare.

Not that you'd admit that without poking a bit of fun first.

“I'm a photographer, it's part of my job to stare at you.” Smiling at Baizhu you lifted your hand, finger waving up and down to signal at him to shift to another position, but instead he raised his hand, trying to tempt you into coming over. Those green props with sharp black nails were honestly impressive, scales engraved into the false flesh so intricately one could mistake it for Changsheng's pearl-like snake skin that was wrapped around his neck.

“Admittedly, yes,” and just like you did before Baizhu waggled his finger. “However, you and I both know what I mean, so please do come here.”

Temptress you wanted to call him. A gorgon made to be so stunning one would believe they are carved of the same stone they inflict upon others. Eyelashes thick with mascara as they fluttered, dips and curves that tease at the idea of muscles beneath his pliant skin, a tiny little waist, and golden marks painted over his abdomen. The moment you stepped closer, the moment you gave in and accepted his words like a siren's song your fingertips were grazing over the metallic paint that just barely reflected your form that was so obviously drooling over his.

Maybe it's time to see if men really can get pregnant- anyway.

“The things I want to do to you would make Satan himself blush.”

Laughing softly at your words Baizhu took your hand in his own, the feeling foreign, unfamiliar. Those lips on your skin however were. Orange gloss that had been applied, one that you've said yourself would truly make him a sight to capture, now sticking onto your skin. All from one kiss. “Careful now, we don't want the poor makeup artist to redo her work do we?” His eyes flicked back down to the golden paint, motioning to the fingerprints that just barely showed. “I thought not, but here we are.”

Those shining lips that reflected the lights pointed on you both curled into a smile. Were it those strobe lights that had the air so warm?

“Trust me, I could do a lot worse than getting some body paint fucked up.” Much, much worse. Enough to have his pale skin turning pink, to have those lips falling open as sounds that could only be taken as gospel rang in your ears.

Yet those words of what could only be described as another way of getting ahead of yourself could be spoken aloud, a feminine voice spoke out. “Blunt as ever aren't you?” Changsheng hissed, irritation clear. It wasn't a surprise she was annoyed, that snake always kicked up a fuss whenever you flirted with Baizhu. Funny that she was so capable of doing so for a creature that didn't even have legs. “I swear Baizhu, this one has no tact. Remember that I'm here and that I don't want to hear this disgusting interaction.”

Baizhu turned his head towards her, his green hair tied in cute little pigtails that you've never seen on him before until this day. (How easy they'd be to pull and yank on). “I'd cover your ears if I could Changsheng, someone has to save you from this one and their wicked ways.”

Oh how you wanted to roll your eyes. “You're such a tease.”

And sorry for this Changsheng.

Reaching out your finger teases at the wrap around his waist, hooking your digit under the garment and the layers of cloth underneath with a swift movement. A mission has to be accomplished today. So with one tug you raised your camera up and snapped a picture of what had just been revealed to you. That shutter clicking far from enough to drown out the sound of a disgruntled hiss and shocked gasp as you readily captured a photo of his pretty cock.

“For my personal collection.”

“My- oh…” Tearing your gaze off of what could only be described as a man in the form of a four course meal your eyes flicked up to take in his growing blush. (And a snake with her head promptly turned away from the both of you). “Well, I don't think that was necessary.”

No? To me it was.

“Yeah, yeah, just get back to posing all pretty like.” Not even bothering to fix his pants you let them snap back against his skin. “We still have a job to do.”

“I know that.” Sighing, Baizhu looked back at your camera, thoughts no doubt wondering to what you'd do with that image once in private.

Would you spill your intentions? Never.

“And by the way,” you started, looking back at him with a wink, “I expect to see you in this later tonight.”

“You truly are a wicked one. Once we're done then, my dear.”

#baizhu x reader #baizhu #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #hoyoverse #gn reader #x reader

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nalyra-dreaming · 2 months

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I know there is a lot more to look forward to, but Jacob and Sam's chemistry is just so special, and it makes me sad to think that we might not see them together as much in future seasons. Do you think they will really be able to keep Jacob as a lead, since Louis doesn't have as much of a role in later books? I know they are aware how exceptional Jacob is, and how special his chemistry with Sam is, so I hope they can keep him as a lead.

Oh, I think we will "keep" them :)

AMC (and Rolin Jones) know they struck gold with them, and especially in the later books there is a LOT to build on.

I think the show will build up the "core four" next season, there won't be just "one lead"... and as such, the story lines can be quite nicely interwoven. There are some things Louis is instrumental for, some things he can take over from other characters, and of course we have already seen how ingeniously they're spinning the different timelines and hints already?

I honestly wouldn't worry.

Louis will stay, and will stay a big part, just as Armand, Daniel and Lestat will. But of course he won't be able to "be" in the backstories of Lestat and Armand (though I have a feeling he will be more than in the book involved in the one for Daniel and Armand).

There is also a high chance that Daniel might stand in for David for TtotBT too, imho, so...

And the show just cannot build up a cast like in the books, it would be too much. Which in turn opens up a lot of possibilities for Louis?! (Also, I believe Anne considered Armand once to be more involved with the fight against Akasha/Amel iirc? I do think Rolin & co have read the Tulane sources, so maybe they're taking "twist inspiration" from there as well).

Again, I think we will have "four lead" characters, after season 3. Built around Loustat, as Rolin said.

It would work very well, imho.

(Especially, again, imho^^, if they get Merrick out of the way (which is also why I think Rolin will do the Merrick ending in s2), because not only can it explain a lot, or work in a cataclysmic way, it also frees Louis up. The Louis after is a different one. Far more powerful, eventually far more sure of himself. TtotBT would fit perfectly with that phase where they're not quite there yet, and then... 😈)

I don't see Louis going anywhere.

Which, in turn means, Jam Reiderson will not go anywhere either *laughs*

#wendyliddel #asks #ask nalyra #amc iwtv #iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire amc #iwtv amc #iwtv 2022 #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt #louis de pointe du lac #loustat #sam reid #jacob anderson #iwtv cast #jam reiderson

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misslavenderlady · 7 months

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Love at First Bite pt. 2💞

David/Female!OC & Male!OC/Female!OC

Summary: Sis can't stop thinking about the adorable redheaded waiter that treated her like the queen she is. Once she and the pack get to know him a little better, he'll see them for what they truly are~

This was inspired by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her characters from the series Party the Pain Away and the various fics that take place afterwards. Ghoulie and I discussed the possibility of having another boy join the coven after so many girls were brought in. Please read part 1 if you haven't yet!

WARNINGS: Fic contains mentions of fear, emotional manipulation, power dynamics, toxic relationship dynamics, PDA, mentions of blood/murder, sex and alcohol. This has references to Ghoulie's stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. Part 3 HERE

"You're serious?"

"Absolutely! You should have seen him, hun. He was the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on"

It gave Gem quite a surprise to see her sister bride in such a cheery mood. After the last few difficult months for the pack, she had been worried about Sis and her psyche facing permanent damage. Becoming a vampire came with its own mental and physical tolls. What Cyrus had put them all through was an entirely new level of suffering.

And yet, here she was. All doe-eyed and sappy like a schoolgirl with a crush. The happiest she had been since her resurrection. Usually only being with her babies made Sis act like herself again. This human boy had to be pretty special.

"And you don't want to bring him over for a fuck and a meal?"

"Surprisingly, I don't. At least….not right now," Sis explained. She smiled to herself as she fell back onto the couch, putting her feet up on Gem's lap to relax. "I dunno, he was just such a sweet guy. Genuine, polite, doting. You don't see many boys like that anymore."

Gem smirked, rubbing her queen's legs as she listened to the story. Seeing her in such a good mood had Gem feel quite pleased as well. It made her quite curious as to what potential could be in a human.

"Well, we are due for a girl's night out. How about we ask the boys to watch the babies and then you, me, Babydoll and Red go out for some fun," Gem proposed. "You can introduce us to the human."

The mere idea made Sis' eyes sparkle in delight. She was already excited to pick out her outfit for such a special occasion. Something truly special for a well-deserved night of fun.

Oliver's shift honestly could have been better that night. He was out of the zone. Forgetting to put in a large order, giving three different tables the wrong drinks, and getting yelled at by an elderly couple for having the audacity to forget their senior discount. He felt so clumsy and careless. It was rather embarrassing.

What didn't help was that his coworkers were noticing. They had been in the game long enough to recognize when one of their fellow servers was having a rough night.

"Hey Ollie!" one server greeted him, making small talk while punching in an order. "You feeling alright? Need a smoke break?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke," Oliver explained as he tried to organize a messy stack of menus. "And I'm fine. I just…my mind hasn't been where I want it to be lately. I'm not usually like this, I swear."

The server smiled and gave Oliver a friendly pat on the back. He definitely had nights like that too.

"Something on your mind?"

"Well….someone actually."

Oliver knew exactly what was making him trip over himself and act like his head was in the clouds.

Sis. He could not stop thinking about her. Though he was grateful for her generosity when she paid him a large enough tip to pay his rent that month, that wasn't at all the reason he had such a deep infatuation.

She had this magic to her. Like an aura of true beauty. Though her curves and her flawless looks definitely showed how stunning she was on the outside, Oliver had a deep feeling that there was something truly remarkable about her on the inside too.

Growing up, he was taught that you could learn a lot about a person just by how they treated a stranger. Especially if that stranger was a poor, struggling service worker. The world wasn't always kind to people who had a difficult life.

He didn't know what it was about her, but he just had a feeling she understood him. That she knew compassion could go a long way.

"Well, Romeo, you might wanna get your head back in the game," the server interrupted his thoughts. "You got company."

"Salve signore! Right this way!"

Giuseppe had welcomed a group of ladies into the restaurant, ushering them to the back area just as he did the other night for David and Sis.

And speaking of which. The lady at the head of the pack was a familiar one. It was her.

Sis.

Once again she was all glammed up from head to toe, though instead of being out on a date with her husband, she seemed to be enjoying a girls' night out. The three other ladies that walked past the curtain were all quite stunning in their own ways, but he couldn’t take his eye off of Sis.

His staring must not have been as subtle as he hoped it would be, because while the other girls made their way to the back, Sis stopped in her tracks, glancing his way. Oliver stood as still as a statue, not sure exactly what to do in terms of movement.

Thankfully, he didn't have to stay like that for very long. To his utter joy, a smile formed across her beautiful face, showing off her perfect pearly whites. Sis crooked her finger, beckoning him in a come hither motion before disappearing behind the dark curtain. To say she enchanted Oliver was quite an understatement.

Instead of standing around, Oliver hustled to get enough silverware and menus for four ladies. He'd never been more eager to work in his life.

"Hello again~" Sis greeted Oliver with a purr as he entered the private area. "I was hoping you'd be here again tonight."

"Oh? You were?" Oliver asked, feeling his heartbeat ramp up in speed. "Well, I'm really glad to see you again too, Miss!"

The gaggle of ladies all shared a round of playful giggling, like schoolgirls with a secret.

"Awww! You weren't kidding! He's a total sweetie pie!" a fellow redhead chirped.

"So you're the famous Oliver," a brunette with green eyes commented. "Sis has told us so much about you!"

Oliver would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by that. His stomach was practically doing backflips with the amount of butterflies he was feeling. He wasn't used to such compliments.

"O-Oh! Well, I'm very honored," he smiled. "It's really nice to meet you all!"

His words trailed off after his greeting. He wasn't sure how to get the right words out in order to ask for their names as well, but they all seemed to get the hint as to what he wanted to say.

"Gem."

"Red."

"Babydoll!"

They all have such different names. Very….creative, Oliver thought to himself. It must be a California thing!

He finally felt comfortable enough to perform his job properly once the introductions were done. As per Sis' request, he brought back the same brand of Chardonnay he got her the last time she was there. This time, he was determined not to spill any on their gorgeous outfits. When each glass was equally filled, the girls all clinked their drinks to share a toast.

Oliver put in the same energy when he took their orders. Each lady knew exactly what they wanted, and they cooed at him to hurry back since they'd miss him. It put quite a dopey smile on his boyish face.

Little did he know that his coworkers were watching him with a look of dread in the corners of the restaurant. They all knew the secrets that Sis and her lovers shared. Oliver wasn't ready to see the deadlier side of the brown-eyed beauty.

"You really are too good to us, Ollie," Sis complimented the redhead boy when he set all their entrees down. Even with a table completely covered in the finest Italian cuisine imaginable, she kept her gaze fully locked on him.

Almost like he was the one she found to be the most delicious.

"It's nothing, really! I'm just happy to make up for my wine snafu from last time."

"Speaking of wine," Gem spoke up, taking Sis' chin in between her manicured figures and tilting them in her own direction. "I wanna see if I can taste the Chardonnay on your lips, hun~"

Oliver only got to ponder what she meant for a mere second before getting a shocking answer. Gem pulled her into a deep kiss, moaning softly as both pairs of plush lips pressed together. Without much influence, Sis immediately melted into it, smiling and wrapping her arms around her lady friend.

His green eyes were practically bulging out of his head as the two of them began passionately making out just a mere foot in front of him. Oliver turned towards Red and Babydoll to see if they were just as surprised, but found instead they were looking at him as if he were the odd one. They raised their eyebrows up at him, curious at his gawking.

Perhaps it wasn’t the right time to stick around and just stare with an open mouth like a codfish.

“Y-You ladies enjoy! I’ll be back later!”

Oliver practically kicked up dust behind him from how fast he got out of the private dining section. He had already seen Sis get rather intimate in the restaurant already. But he hadn’t expected to see it between her and someone other than her husband.

Flashbacks of the last time when she made flirty gestures at him while literally riding David were coming back to him. He didn’t understand the behavior fully, but what he was absolutely certain about was how stunning she was. So confident, so beautiful, always knowing exactly what she wanted, yet still showing gratitude when she got it.

It made him ever so curious about whether he truly had a chance with a woman like that. Compared to people like David and Gem? Fat chance, he thought to himself.

Time passed by, and the night was finally winding down. Oliver and his coworkers had split their tips, cleaned up the restaurant, and helped set up for what they needed the next day. In between his tasks, he had stopped in to check on Sis and her friends. They had long since cleared their plates and finished the last sips in their glasses. Yet they seemed to want to stay a bit longer and enjoy some girl time.

So long as it was okay with Giuseppe, Oliver let them be.

By the time everyone else had clocked out and left, he popped his head in one last time to check on them. To his surprise, the three beauties that had come along for the night had already made their leave at some point earlier while he was cleaning up. The one that remained was Sis, sitting pretty in the booth with her fingers intertwined, allowing her chin a place to rest.

She was smiling at him again, a twinkle in her eye as she gestured to the chair placed across from her.

“Care to help me finish off this bottle?” she asked. There wasn’t much left in the second bottle of Chardonnay he had delivered earlier that night, but it was just enough for the two of them to have a little taste. Half a drink wouldn’t kill him.

“Where are the others?” he casually asked as he sat down.

“Oh, they’re outside. Just having a smoke and texting the hubbies.”

Hearing her say that reminded Oliver of David once again. He really wasn’t one to pry, but the curiosity to ask about what kind of relationship Sis had with them all was still there. He would have kept his mouth shut about it if she hadn’t seemed to read his mind on her own.

She pulled her phone out from her purse, maneuvering around the screen until she found what she wanted. Flipping the device around, Sis showed him some pictures of her with various people. Some he recognized, some were unfamiliar faces.

“In case you were wondering, I’m polyamorous. We all are,” she explained. “You’ve met David already. Those three boys are my other husbands. Marko, Dwayne and Paul.”

I didn’t even know you could be married to multiple people in California, Oliver thought to himself. In the first picture, four incredibly handsome men surrounded Sis. Being pansexual himself, Oliver found himself practically swooning at how perfect-looking they all were. As much as he wished to look as hunky as them, he couldn’t blame her for finding all of them attractive.

“They have their own partners too. Some of which I get to date too,” she said, swiping at the screen to show more pictures.

Babydoll being carried by Dwayne, a pregnant Red being held from the back by Marko, Gem and Paul flashing peace signs at the camera, and many more. So many other beautiful ladies were in the arms of these men. It was as if fate had brought the most attractive people in the world together.

“So the other night when you said your ‘girlfriends’, you weren’t just talking about besties, huh?” Oliver playfully commented. To his delight, Sis giggled at him, thoroughly amused. He loved the sound of her laugh. It was as beautiful as her.

“That’s right! And we all have our own families too,” she explained. She pointed out the various babies that various couples had together. Oliver’s heart was melting at the pictures of chubby-cheeked infants with gummy smiles.

One of the final pictures that Sis showed off was a family portrait with her, David, and three little ones. He listened with deep focus as she told the story of her family.

“Laddie is the oldest. I adopted him with Dwayne way back when. He’s also the best big brother to all the others,” she cooed. “The little girl is Eva. My angel on Earth. Her name was inspired by my mother. And that’s Evan. Little mama’s boy in the making, that one.”

“You have a beautiful family, Sis,” Oliver complimented her as he handed back the phone. “I can just tell you’ve got a lot of love for those babies.”

Sis sighed in content, taking a swig of her wine.

“I really do. I don’t know what I’d do without them….”

Though talking about her children seemed to bring her great joy, Oliver couldn’t help but notice there was a lingering sadness in her eyes when she pondered the possibility of life without them. As if that very thing almost happened.

Oliver smiled sympathetically, allowing her to see that he genuinely cared about what she was going through.

“Well….if you ever want to talk about them or anything else on your mind, I’m a good listener! Honest!”

“Thank you, Oliver,” Sis said. She reached out her hand, taking hold of his and giving it a soft squeeze. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

While puffing away on their cigarettes, the three girls kept their eyes peeled for anyone that would possibly cause trouble. The vampires were always on their highest guard whenever they were out with the queen. Ever since the gruesome night of the beheading, they couldn’t risk being too careful.

There was always someone out there wanting to dethrone the vampire king and queen of Santa Carla. They would be damned if they’d let such a thing happen again.

Sis never wanted to leave the cave alone. She wanted a minimum of two mates by her side, one to watch her front, and one to watch her back. The mere idea of dying again put the fear of God in her. She wasn’t ready to go, especially when her babies needed her to get by in this cruel, cold world.

But something was different. New. There was a sense of hope for her now. Someone kind and gentle and ready to care for her every need. The girls saw quite a lot of potential in Oliver. He was a soft boy and a bit too innocent for the life of a vampire, but he made Sis feel safe again. Like she could live her undead life to the fullest.

But it was up to the king about what they would do next.

“So, she really does like him, huh?” David asked, sharing a video call with the three brides.

“She must since she’s been the calmest I’ve ever seen since….you know,” Gem explained.

David tilted his head in wonder as he thought things over. For years now, he and his brothers had collected quite a few brides to have and to hold until the end of time. Each one shaped to their liking and trained to not run away. They all embraced their vampire nature and were loyal as could be.

He hadn’t considered the possibility of adding a groom for the queen.

“I need more time,” he said. “I still hold a lot of pain from what Michael did to me. To our family. Keep an eye on Oliver for me. I’ll stop by during some dates or send one of the boys along. Really make sure he’s right for Sis.”

“You got it,” Red chirped.

“What happens if he gets your approval?” Babydoll asked.

David’s lips pulled back, a devilish smirk stuck on his handsome face. The gears were already turning quite a bit in his evil head.

“Then we bring him home for training. The little wife needs a pet after all~”

end of part 2

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nonstoplover · 2 years

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my own superman ~ sebastian vettel (sv5)

my masterlist | my f1 masterlist

pairing: sebastian vettel x female reader

summary: crash, boom, burn, flames. waiting frozen, impatience, relief.

words: 2.2K

warnings: race car accident (not graphic), basically a near death experience from the outside

a/n: i had a dream. well, long story short recently i got back into f1 and my obsession has been growing ever since (hungarian grand prix 2022, yeah, that recently). started watching drive to survive too. and i haven't even reached S03 when i had this dream (i guess it was my unconscious going ahead). but when i woke up in the middle of the night my first thought was 'okay i need to write this down' because honestly my mind was literally spinning with thoughts. yeah so this is what happens when a fanfic writer has an f1 related, crazy dream.

it might be a bit too rushed at the end and i'm not sure this is realistic in any way but i'm still so caught up in this dream i had that i just had to write this.

you can say it's somehow inspired by bahrein 2020 and romain grosjean (even though as i said before, i had no clue about that happening when i had this dream)

please don't be a ghost reader! any feedback is well appreciated!

People often think it's the utmost pleasure dating an F1 driver. But (y/n) can say for certain now that it isn't at all times. It can be the worst suffering instead.

Most times it's fun, sure, but there are those days when it's like a hand cold as an icy winter day is gripping her heart so tight that she can't feel it beating anymore. The days when it feels like her soul has been ripped from her body, just floating in the air above her, waiting for the final verdict to see if it can move back to its place or instead it should just leave and never come back. Needless to say, these days are the ones where something, even the tiniest thing goes wrong. Because in this sport, in this life, even the tiniest things mean life or death.

Worry eats away at her whole existence as her eyes stay glued to the screens in the garage, her figure frozen as if someone hit pause on time and left her unable to move in her rigid state perching on the couch. Her glance follows the movements happening on screen, not even breathing anymore, just silently, mindlessly praying to whatever higher power that may exist that that worst day hasn't come, not just yet.

Seconds feel like hours, minutes feel like days as she stays motionless. No one moves around her either, but it's not like she'd notice anyway. Her mind doesn't – can't – wrap around single things like her surroundings anymore. Not until she can finally catch sight of him, moving. She wouldn't even mind anymore if he didn't stand up and walk out like nothing had happened. She just needed one movement.

One single movement that could show her that he hasn't left. That she still has him. That his heart is still beating. Though it certainly feels like that in this very moment her own heart has stopped beating all in all. She can just feel a tiny bit of fluttering somewhere deep in her chest – her heart refusing to stop fighting, refusing to stop for as long as there is still hope that his heart is doing the same. Beating for her. And hers beating for him.

She didn't even notice how much her lungs have started to burn before – just as a loud wave of relieved sighs rolls her way – she notices him moving on the screen. Finally she breathes again, filling her lungs with that well desired oxygen as her eyes, hungry to see more, to see him being okay, follow his movements.

And it's like he's not even human, not mortal. She can't help but wonder if he ever was – there certainly have been times when she doubted that in the past already. But in this surreal moment, he moves out of the smoke, out of the flames, one arm thrown over his saver's shoulder and slightly limping, but still, walking. On his own feet. The way his body moves is still so recognisable, even through the obvious pain his existence radiates to her from the screen. She could never not recognise it.

Tears roll down her cheeks in fast waves, but she doesn't even notice them until the drops start hitting the backs of her hands that are still lying on her lap, intertwined, white as chalk as she held them impossibly tight and under pressure. They are teardrops of absolute relief.

Then her body moves on its own accord and she shoots up from the couch as if she hasn't just spent the past several minutes frozen there like a perfect marble sculpture. She moves closer to the screen, closer to the other people, trying to find out what's next. Where do they take him now? How can she get there? How can she be with him as soon as possible? She needs to be with him. Just as much as he probably needs her too. This man... Her very own Superman.

- - - some time later - - -

"You could say I'm kind of a rotisserie chicken now," Sebastian glances up from the bed they forced him to lie down on.

"Oh, shut up, Vettel," the girl standing by his side glares at him angrily, her fingers tightly wrapped around her baseball cap he gave her just the day before, in order to stop (or at least conceal) the extreme shaking they're under. "Idiot," she mumbles mainly to herself, eyes darting towards the ground.

"Wow, you're really giving me the last name now?" He can't help but chuckle quietly, a chuckle that leaves him coughing, face crunching up from the sore feeling in his throat the smoke he's breathed in left there.

A minute or so passes in moderate silence, with only him letting out a small cough every once in a while, smaller and smaller until he stops coughing all in all, thanks to the sips of water she's helped him to.

"Two can play at that game," Sebastian speaks up again eventually, continuing his previous thought. After a momentary pause he joyfully adds two more words, "Mrs Vettel."

A grin is playing on his lips, but it's obviously not the same he usually wears, face a bit distorted from the experience he's just gone through. His eyes, those icy crystal blue eyes are shining exactly the same though as he's looking at her – and that alone is enough to make her heartbeat slow just a tad bit, somewhat closer to normal.

(y/n) shakes her head, playful disbelief expressed on her face as she listens to her husband's antics. "Stop joking around, this is serious."

"And I am serious." One more glare from her is enough to make him sigh before confessing the obvious. "Okay, fine, I'm not. But I just want to make this easier for you. I can see how shaken you are."

"Well, that's not so surprising though, is it?"

"No, but everything's fine now. I'm here, see?"

Sebastian beckons with his hand for her, trying to get her to come a little closer, to help her be more at ease now that the initial danger is gone. As she sits down on the chair next to his bed and her fingertips gently caress his upper arm, suddenly her vision gets blurry and she can feel a teardrop bubble over and roll down her cheek, followed by another and another and another–

"Shh, it's alright," he gently speaks, noticing the fallen drops as they darken the colour of her shirt where they land. It doesn't take long though before tears are gathering in his eyes all the same. All of a sudden the weight, the reality of what's just happened is crashing down on him.

What if he weren't so lucky?

What if?

When the nurse comes back to check on the driver, she stops abruptly in the doorway, noticing the couple leaning close to each other, soaking their clothes with the teardrops flooding from their eyes. She decides to back straight out of the room the way she just came in, as silently as she can manage, leaving them to let go and cry out what they need to.

- - - a couple days later - - -

"I'm just saying that I would completely understand if you said you didn't want to race this weekend."

"But I want to, I really do."

"Have you talked to (y/n) about it?"

"No. I mean, kinda."

"I think you should."

"I know."

(y/n) puts down the bag in her hand on the kitchen counter with a little extra noise and as she expected, after a faint gotta go, talk to you later coming from their bedroom, her husband appears in the doorway leading to their kitchen.

"You're home!" Sebastian smiles, not stopping until he reaches her and can wrap his arms around her body. He holds her tight, tighter than he did before the– before, she can't help but notice, even though she's been only gone from home for about an hour or so. It's not like she's complaining though. She does the exact same, snuggling as close to him as humanly possible, until she basically can't tell where one ends and the other starts.

"Who called?" (y/n) mumbles into his chest.

"Doesn't matter, just team stuff," he replies, and she can feel the tiny shrug in which the muscles in his shoulders move.

"Seb, I heard the word race," she sighs, lifting her head from its comfortable position only to find support for her jaw on the very same spot, making it possible for her to gaze up at his face.

"You did?"

His wife hums back, fingers mindlessly moving on his back, tracing invisible patterns on the material of his T-shirt.

"Damn it, I'm never gonna take a call on speaker again," he mutters, and she can see the way his lips twitch as he bites back a chuckle.

"You wanna go back this week?" (y/n) pushes on when she doesn't get any real answer from the man.

Now it's his time to hum as a response, his eyes travelling to her face, connecting with her orbs easily. "Only if you don't mind. If you don't want me to, I can stay at home and wait a bit longer."

Her eyes widen a bit as she hears his words – she didn't think she had that much of a say in matters like this. It's his job, his career, his dream, his life. Yet it seems like he put her and her opinion above even that. She can feel her heart give a tiny flutter at the thought. It's not like he doesn't express his feelings and what she truly means to him, hell, he does so every single day, reminding her efficiently in case she'd ever forget (would that even be possible though?). But still, this new knowledge, this incredible information means even more to her than she ever thought it would.

"It's not that I don't want you to," she says, jaw pressing harder and lighter into his skin with every syllable, depending on her lips' movements. "I just want you to be one hundred percent sure and confident before you sit in that car again."

"I am."

The girl only raises an eyebrow, asking him without words to elaborate.

"I honestly am. I've been thinking about it a lot, and I think this is the right choice. I mean, I'm perfectly fine. Healthy. Not a scratch anymore."

"Yeah, and it's a miracle in itself. Doesn't mean it's gonna happen like this again if something goes wrong." Her words are followed by a shudder as even the mere thought of that is enough to bring back the memory of terror she experienced that day, the way she stood frozen in front of the screens with her breath held back.

His arms tighten even more around her fragile torso, holding her now truly impossibly close in a way to make the shuddering go away – along with all those memories he knows she's thinking of right now.

"Look, I'm just worried that if you're not in the completely good mindset, then it can mean a bigger chance for something like that repeating itself."

"I can promise you that my mindset is perfectly fine, just like it was a week ago or before any other race weekend," Sebastian smiles gently down at her before moving his head closer and pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, right at the spot where her hairline starts. Her eyes flutter closed at the intimate touch.

They stay like that for a few minutes, both deep in their thoughts, trying to come up with a sentence that would calm both their ruffled minds.

"(y/n/n), I can feel that you're still worried. You're all tense," his voice breaks the silence eventually, not really knowing what else he could say. "If you even the tiniest bit don't want me to go back to racing so soon, just say it. It's okay, I won't mind."

"Of course I'm still worried, when have I ever not been before a race?" (y/n) opens her eyes, smiling up at the love of her life. "I knew what came with dating an F1 driver the very first day, and I signed up for the whole package. Worrying has just always been a part of it."

She giggles at the same time as his lips curve into a smile wide enough to split his face nearly in two.

"So it's okay?" he asks, needing to hear the exact words to be completely sure of her choice.

"It is, Sebastian, but if you ask me once more, I might change my mind," laughter bubbles up from her throat, somewhat breaking the peaceful quiet in the kitchen with its loudness, but neither of them minds. It's probably his most favourite sound on Earth anyway, her laughter. "Go back and show them what a miracle you truly are."

"Thank you, dear," Sebastian leans further down to capture her lips with his own, mind slightly spinning and heartbeat definitely speeding up from hearing her define him as miracle.

"You're welcome, Superman," she mumbles into the kiss cheekily, arms moving around the back of his neck to gather just that bit more access to him.

.::the end::.

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morallyinept · 6 months

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HAPPY SUNDAY LOVELIES! 🖤

Howdy y'all! How have you been this week?

My week, despite flying by, has been so busy! But now I have a whole 10 days off of work - wahoo!

Aaannnd, its a certain someone's birthday on the 29th, 😏 so stay tuned for a lil' somethin' somethin' to celebrate. 🎈

Okay Jack, you ready to crack that whip, cowboy? Yee-haw! 🤠

Catch up on last week here, sugar

☆ Things I've posted this week

Chapter 4 of Five Days - I am so thankful for everyone's comments, re-blogs and general feedback on this story. It warms my heart to know you're all excited for each chapter as it drops.

H I M - A Marcus Pike one shot. My submission into the Pike Puddle and I gotta say, I have a few more delicious ideas brewing around in the ol' noggin for this handsome Agent. 🥰

My Protector - A Joel Miller GIFLET

Sent a hug from Frankie, Marucs Pike & Javi G to @avastrasposts on the first day of her new job. Hope it well, lovely! I am sure you smashed it!🖤

This week's Self Care With Dieter & Jett focused on identifying the signs of oncoming depression. Poor Dieter was sick from the rollercoasters.... and I spoke about everyone being welcome at Jett's place too this week.

Tuesday saw the first release of a new weekly feature called Jett's Writer Wow, where I'll feature a writer each week in the fandom who I think you'll fall in love with. Debuting on the first feature was the lovely El, otherwise known as @secretelephanttattoo and you can check that post out here with links to my favourite works of hers, and her full masterlist. Go give her a follow and show her some love. She is absolutely amazing and so creative. 🖤

☆ Things I'm currently working on

So much! Just know that there's a whole bunch of GIFLETS, one shots and further chapters of Five Days being queued up.

I also have another series I've been working on in the background ready for when Five Days wraps up (although, we've a while to go yet). It features a different Pedro Boy...

☆ Things I've read this week

I've updated my Pedro Character Fic Rec List this week with so many new stories that I can't wait to sink my teeth into now that I've got some vacation time.

Admittedly my reading dropped off this week due to a busy work week. But I'm excited to catch up on all your works.

Shout out to lovely @chronically-ghosted who recommended my fic rec lists this week. Thanks to the anon who recommended my work to sweet @planet-marz1 to read, and also to the awesome @suzdin who wrote this awesome Javi P drabble inspired by the concept of my GIFLETS. And a big thank you to @elvinaa who was inspired to start her own Writer Wow.

I am so humbled and grateful that you've been inspired by me in any way. I love how sharing and loving this community is. People supporting and shouting for one another, and it's just divine. Really feeling the love.

I did squeeze in a couple of amazing fics on my lunch breaks this week:

Joel Is Such A Sap After Sex by @inklore A lovely, smutty drabble that left me wanting more of some sappy, post-coital Joel.

Scar Tissue by @wannab-urs The next instalment of her fantastic Dave York series Starving Season. Honestly, you need to read this - all of it. Stop looking at me and go and read it. You can come back to this weekly whip round after. Go on, shoo.

Very much enjoying reading @for-a-longlongtime's Pena & Rockford WIP and I can't wait to read the finished thing. I just know this is going to be legendary!

☆ What have I been watching/listening to this week?

Finally watched Strange Way Of Life! Oh my gosh, I am totally in love with Silva 😍 (ssh, don't tell Ezra!). What an amazing little film. You can read a full review of my thoughts on it here.

Earworms this week:

Mostly work, it's been a real busy week for me wrapping up things before my vacation (I am now off until the 31st - woo!), so admittedly it's been difficult for me to write and post as much as I've wanted to, but now I have a week off planned with some hiking, some writing and a whole bunch of R&R. 🧘‍♀️

👆🏻This is a great song to workout to, if like me, your workout playlist consists of nothing but headbanging, screechy metalcore... 🤘🏻

I'm a big fan of Depeche Mode, have been since my mom played them on repeat constantly, when growing up. This is probably my fav Depeche Mode song.

☆ What have I been up to this week?

Well, that wraps it up for this week, lovelies. Thanks so much to everyone who sent Asks and DM's. And it's been real fun joining in on Discord with some of you too! 🤘🏻

Until next week, this is Jett & Jack cracking the whip on this week's whip round.

Stay kind & stay creamy 🖤

🖤

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butterfluffy · 2 years

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Hello dear! 🌸

How are you?😊 Can I request some fluffy headcanon with Zoro? Like about how he treats differently his female s/o compared to the other strawhats (alone or not) like he'll let you HOLD his swords?? Like HOW MUCH DOES HE TRUST YOU TO DO THAT??? and he's a bit awkward/shy about it cuz he doesn't know a lot about dating and love in general? And can you make his s/o be part of the strawhats but she's a fighter with a nearly equal bounty as him so she's courageous and strong but also cute and girly?

I hope it's not too specific! Lol 😃🤣

Thanks in advance if you want do it 💜💜💜

Have a good day/night/evening! 🐈💚

Here some inspirational gifs:

“soft but only for you”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· zoro isn't soft, yet he is, but only for you.

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! though swearing and mistakes may be present.. so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ fluff | roronoa zoro × f!reader | headcanons

⠀⠀➧ requests are open! do send some requests for me to write!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: sorry for the delay! but yeah, here's your soft boyfie zoro, @fitut-tut . ♡˖꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱

what is it like dating

RORONOA ZORO?

honestly, i think zoro would be casual with you, his s/o in your relationship. i don't really see him the type to play favorites but—

you're his. his lover. so it'd be a different story on how he treats you and the others.

obviously, he'll be softer with you, and he'll show it through simple acts bcs as said, he is awkward with love in general.

the crew noticed this and was shocked to see the almost stoic first mate melt his cold demeanor when he's with you.

though i firmly believe that zoro isn't really open with expressing affection in public, so i say that he would only give you affection in private, but a small bit in public too, keeping it low.

so you might be the one who will be mainly giving affection bcs he's actually just too shy to initiate PDA. 🕳️🚶‍♀️

compared to the other strawhats, zoro treats you with great care, making sure that you're doing good all the times.

he's also the closest with you, you're in a relationship with him after all.

trusts you very much obvious by the times he lets you USE his swords, going as far to lend you one of them when you two encounter and enemy if you ever forget your weapon.

your #1 supporter is this swordsman—always cheers you on, just like when your bounty was revealed to be just a few tens of millions behind his.

will be the proudest boyfie. drops comments like, “that's my girl.” and “way to go, babe!” upon seeing your bounty poster, and when he sees you finish off your opponent.

YOU CAN, HOLD HIS HANDS, SO PLEASE DO IT SO HE WON'T GET LOST ALL THE TIME‼️‼️

also, i think that after spending some time with perona, zoro probably learned a few things from her, like how to do your hair, make-up, and pick pretty clothes—so i see him helping you with these. 🥺🥺

he's balanced between being vocal and physical in giving you affection.

gives assuring words to you if ever you have to be separated with him due to different task given. (like him on wano and you on wci.) “don't worry, we'll be together again soon.” and “i'll be by your side again, just wait.” is what he'll say. 💗

KISS HIM WITHOUT A WARNING AND HE'S GONNA EXPLODE, AHAHAHAHAHA.

and as his lover, you are granted the luxury to sleep beside the marimo and cuddle him. 😫👌

(insert jealous sanji) 👀

he's quite possessive of you. 🤷‍♀️

will suddenly hold you close to him if he's jealous.

ah, and about the curly-browed cook who flirts with you most of the time, zoro will be like, “fuck off cook, she's mine.”

rarely says ‘i love you’ because he finds it weird for him to say such sweet words.

he only says that if you're sleeping to avoid embarrassment. man, what a 🐱.

dates with him are mostly sleeping. bcs yk, he's not the type to do those fancy date things.

still, even though he isn't so good at expressing what he feels, you know it. you know that he loves you. ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡

“..you're actually soft, aren't you, zoro?” “yeah, but only for you.”

#ੈ♡˳· butterfluffy #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #one piece headcanons #one piece oneshot #one piece zoro #zoro one piece #roronoa zoro #roronoa one piece #one piece roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa x reader #zoro headcanons #roronoa zoro headcanons

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peach-and-bugs · 1 year

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🪶Alma LeFay Peregrine SFW Alphabet🪶

Fanfiction master list

disclaimer: don't repost my work. I only post on Tumblr and on Ao3. anything else is stolen and should be removed immediately

Warnings: very mind angst but nothing serious

Word Count: 3,185

A/N: well, it's been a minute. I'll be honest, I haven't been writing much, but I want to. so I thought I'd fill out some safe-for-work alphabets as well as some NSFW alphabets and honestly, it's pretty fun! it's helped me to characterize some of the characters I work with to my liking and even inspires some longer fic ideas.

but here we have Alma, who's actually been my number-one comfort character for a while now. I'm surprised I haven't written for her yet. but now I've got some ideas based on this, so we'll see what comes of it! As always, feel free to leave questions or comments in my comments or ask box, and happy reading!🪶

Alma LeFay Peregrine Tag List:

General Tag List: @summergeezburr

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alma isn't the most visibly affectionate, but that doesn't mean that she isn’t affectionate. She’s just more subtle about it. She doesn’t do anything very visible in front of the children, not because she’s ashamed of you or your relationship, but rather because she doesn’t want to deal with all of the giggling, gossip, and dramatics that’s sure to follow whenever the little ones see any form of PDA. And the children are well aware of your relationship status and view you as a second parental figure. Alma prefers to take your hand on walks and lean against your shoulder, kiss your knuckles or your cheek when the children and spend quality time together cooking dinner.

But when you get your alone time, she’s all over you. Quality time and physical touch are her preferred ways of feeling loved by you. If she’s reading with you in bed, she’d going to be leaning against you and she’d be quite clingy in her sleep.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

You’d initially be colleges, but you were also former students at the academy together. You probably weren't friends in your younger years, but you definitely knew each other well enough and got along amicably. When you were sent to assist in Alma’s loop, she would have had some trouble adjusting as the implication she needed help would be mildly insulting, but eventually, you grew on her and she’d come to enjoy your company, even seeking it out when she got a moment to herself while the children where occupied.

Your friendship again would be quiet, starting as simply enjoying being in the same space as one another, but it would slowly turn into a conversation, which blooms into a warm friendship.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Alma is quite touchy when you're alone. She loved curling up in bed with you after a long day of caring for the kids, and she’s quite fond of skin-to-skin contact. I imagine she also gets cold easily and loves curling up under thick blankets with her partner to keep warm. But don’t let the children see- they wouldn’t be able to stop talking about seeing their headmistress so soft for weeks!

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alma is quite fond of domesticity, given that her job is being a caregiver and raising the “young” of her species. She loves cooking and often makes quite extravagant meals, but isn’t the fondest of cleaning. But that’s alright! She can always ask you or one of the children to do that if she feels inclined. She loves her duties, but still values the time to herself to read the mail or catch up on a new book when she can.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Alma would already be so particular about her partner, it’s hard to imagine she’d start a relationship with someone who she could see herself breaking up with. I think the only instance would be to protect you and/or her children. If she knows something is on its way to harm you, and sending you away is the only thing that will keep you safe, she knows breaking things off will be the only way you’ll leave the island.

She’d be gentle, but firm, and oh how it would hurt. It would hurt her the entire time, but she wouldn’t show it. Not till she knows you’re gone and she’s out of sight of prying eyes.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

I don't think a formal ceremony or any kind of paperwork would be necessary as long as you promise that she’s yours and you're hers. I think she’d like a ring, but again, it wouldn’t be a priority. It would take some time though before she got to that point.

Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if one day she just started calling you her wife/husband/spouse without any kind of forewarning, as though that’s how she’d always referred to you. When asked why she’d shrug and just say that it felt right and she liked it

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Despite her rather quick, birdlike mannerisms, Alma is incredibly gentle, mostly because she works with children, but also because she cares. Gentleness is quite surprising, but the tenderness that comes with it is perfect. She holds you like your glass that will shatter at her touch, and you often have to remind her that you won’t break.

Emotionally, Alma puts up a good front, and for the most part, she’s quite tolerant. It takes a lot to hurt Alma, but when she is hurt, the recovery takes time. In that instant, she shuts down and throws herself into her work, ignoring any and all things that have wounded her.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

She loves hugs from her children, especially when the little ones wrap their arms wound her knees and squeeze as hard as they can. But her hugs with her kids and with you are two very different things. Hugs with the kids are soft and fun, often lifts them off the ground to make them laugh as much as she can.

But with you, hugs can be rarer and when you get one, they’re consuming and holding like she’s trying to make sure you’re all there. Often you have to squeeze her tighter, making sure she knows she’s got you and you aren't going to disappear from between her hands. You've found that resting your head on her shoulder and kissing her neck help relax her once more when she gets this way.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Much like when she starts calling you her wife/husband/spouse, it's offhand and without warning, like she hasn’t thought about it. She doesn’t vocalize this kind of affection often, preferring to show rather than tell. But it’s so nice when she does say it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Alma doesn't think she’s the jealous type, because what does she have to be jealous about? She’s confident in her relationship and your loyalty to one another, after all. (right?) the Ymbryne would never admit it, not even to herself, but she is definitely the jealous type. Not because she thinks you’ll leave her for someone else, but because she worries she doesn’t give you as much as you deserve, and maybe she’d keeping you from someone who can do better than she can.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Besides your lips, because we know she loves those, Alma loves kissing your forehead/hairline, your palm, and knuckles as well as your jaw, but that’s only when she knows no one’s looking.

On her, she loves when you give her quick kisses on the cheek before running off with the children, though she won't let you know that. But she also adores it when you kiss her fingertips and her collarbones during more intimate settings. She also loves when you kiss the bridge of her nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Obviously, she’s good with kids. That’s her whole job after all. She’s rather strict, but she’s got that warm and soft part of her that’s actually quite closer to the surface than you might imagine. She keeps every little drawing or gift that the children give her, tucked away in your bedroom for safekeeping.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Alma’s definitely the early bird, which you love to tease her about. But when she has the time she loves staying in bed, wrapped up in warm sheets with you. She loves the sleepy look on your face when you wake up to her staring, again. And she loves it when you absently stretch out as you wake up, but cling to her skin. Lazy mornings, though thin and far between, are some of the most treasured memories that she has with you

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Alma loves ending her evenings with a nice warm bath (sometimes together), a cup of tea, and reading a good book. Sometimes, she reads out loud to you, mostly when either of you can't sleep. She often falls asleep after you. She likes watching your slow breathing for a moment before also nodding off.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Like most other interactions, Alma reveals facts about herself seemingly out of nowhere, though it's still at relevant times. To you, it's a surprise, but to her, she’s been thinking about telling you and now just feels like the right time. At some point, you get used to her intermittent fun facts popping up in conversation, but it's quite a shock at first.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s built up a really good tolerance for most things since she’s a mother, so she doesn't get mad very often. But she can get annoyed, which might as well be just as bad. You used to annoy her quite often when you first were getting to know each other (in reality she was growing to like you and she panicked, which caused her to purposely avoid you, which is something she also does when she’s annoyed, but she won't tell you that).

Over time she’s gotten much better at communication and telling her how you feel if she happens to get irritated with something. She’s quite surprised when you work to accommodate these feelings, which you tell her she shouldn't be, since that’s your job as partners, and you do the same with her if you're the one annoyed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

Alma remembers absolutely everything you tell her. She even goes as far as to write it all down in her diary. With every day being the same, any new bit of information is worth holding onto.

She left her diary open to a page dedicated to little tidbits all about you out on her stationary once when you were tidying her room (before you were officially anything) and when she walked in the room and caught you reading you were both quite embarrassed for different reasons. You thought she would be upset with you invading her privacy and reading the book, which you profusely apologized for, but she was worried you'd find it strange she had been writing down nearly everything she’d learned about you in the first place. She relaxed significantly when you sheepishly admitted you found it quite flattering.

Sometimes before bed, Alma reads through her diary. Not to remember or memorize, necessarily, but more to mull over the past and think of how much everyone in her little family has grown.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Alma’s favorite memory of you diffidently hadn’t been her favorite at the moment, but she’d grown exceedingly fond of it nowadays.

It was shortly after you'd moved in, maybe three or four months give or take, and before the loop had been initially set. It was also before you'd really started getting to know one another, so you were still practically strangers. But by then the children already loved you and were all over you practically every hour of the day. Alma always worried you'd have enough of it and snap at one of the younger kids for their clingy behavior, but that never seemed to be the case.

She’d been walking through the house, making sure she had tabs on every child in case of any accident when she passed by the study. She first noticed that the thick velvet curtains had been opened up, letting in a warm afternoon light that basked over the couch. Further inspection found you basking on said couch with a book in hand and three children curled up in your lap. The twins had cuddled up together on the farther and by your feet, while Claire lie across your chest, snoring ever so softly with her head nuzzled right under your chin. As you flipped through your book, your free hand gently stroked through her curly blonde hair. Alma knew the girl loved this kind of tender affection, but she was always afraid that her second mouth would accidentally bite anyone who dare touch her hair, so she ignored the desire. Despite not giving the action your full attention, you were so mindful to keep away from the mouth, which was actively drooling as Claire slept.

It was the tenderness of the scene that made Alma realize her fondness for having you around. And while the admission had been only hers, she panicked, rushing to leave the view behind and busy herself with a new activity to push down whatever the fuzzy feeling in her chest might be.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Your wife is extremely protective of you and your children, just like any Peregrin would be with her nest. She demonstrates this when she leaves with Barron, no questions asked, or when her brothers “come into town”. You constantly scold her for her recklessness, almost calling her eager for danger. She scoffs at the notion, but deep down knows that you are right about it. A part of her craves danger, the thrill of adrenalin, but she tells herself that it's because she’d rather it be her you or the children.

Alma insists that she doesn't need you protecting her, but she does. Not physically, that is, but emotionally. You are her rock, whether she likes it or not, and it's you who will take on the “chore” of caring for her, as she would put it. But you don't mind. You tell her that you'd never mind if it's for her. She does her best to believe you, and over time she does.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Special occasions like date night and anniversaries can be tricky since proper alone time can be challenging, and given the situation of the time loop, there's always the chance of forgetting what day it actually is. But that’s alright with both of you. You've come to enjoy stolen time together rather than grand gestures.

However, if you do have a date night or evening alone, it’s generally thanks to your older kids taking the littles out for an “adventure”. Alma insists that it’s embarrassing, but you've both grown quite fond of your evenings alone. It's definitely helped your relationship in the long run and the kids seem to enjoy going off on their own for a few hours. You like to think it makes them feel grown up for a while.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She tried her best not to have many “bad habits” and if she did have any she wouldn’t admit it, but you know her worst habit is not verbalizing what she wants. She’ll go for a day not asking for a simple thing, then get frustrated when it doesn't happen. You try your best to get her talking, but she insists that she's fine. It could be as simple as wanting a chore done, or bigger, like asking for your presence or attention.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Despite only seeing the same people every day, Alma is very pristine when it comes to her appearance. You joke that it’s the bird part of her, always keen to preen both her hair and feathers. She scoffed at this idea but nevertheless, you insist on your theory. Alma says that she just likes things to be on schedule and the same.

However, she’s willing to let her hair down (literally and metaphorically) with you. She loves it when you help wash her hair or take the pins out for her. The feeling of your nails scratching at her scalp is exacerbating and does something to her every time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. While she has her children, you fill an extra space that she didn’t realize was empty till you filled it. Now, the thought of losing you would eat her alive and she wouldn’t know what to do with herself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Similar to when you own a pet, you find feathers stuck almost everywhere. Mostly they’re little fuzzy ones that stick to your clothes or sheets, but sometimes you find them in your hair or sticking out of your pillows. It's not because Alma turns into a bird or anything in her sleep, but sometimes she has leftover baby feathers from when she does transform that she forgets to preen, as she likes to say.

This also sometimes happens when she dreams. She’ll go to sleep featherless, but wake up from a dream with baby feathers sprouting from her hairline and along her shoulder blades. She detests it and generally has a “grumpy morning” as the children like to whisper, but you find it charming and always offer to help her pluck and preen the spots she can't reach.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She can't stand it when the children try asking one parent a question only to ask the other the same thing when they don't get the answer they want. She knows if she tells a child no, they’ll go right to you with no hesitation in hopes of a yes. And it isn’t your fault, but you don't notice this game they play and will give them the answer they want with the right kind of begging. It makes her quite cross to learn that her kids would stoop that low. You all know that you can’t say no to their sweet faces.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Rather than just lying under a blanket, Alma loves to be completely wrapped up in your sheets, almost like a cocoon. The night doesn't start out that way, but when you wake up together you are almost always tangled and covered up, unable to see your room til you find your way out of the nest of blankets youve been stuffed into.

#sfw alphabet #alma lefay peregrine x reader #alma lefay peregrine #miss peregrine x reader #character alphabet #comfort character #headcanon

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tokoyamisstuff · 1 year

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could we get some general fluffy headcanons for Gabe? ❤️

A/N: Some of those may or may not be inspired by my fiancè. 💘

Gabe's love language is Acts of Service. Since he's neither good with words nor overly physical, it's his prefered way to show affection.

While he's really help- and thoughtful with gifts and similar, he can be pretty insensitive when it comes to more simple things. So you need to be very direct with your needs and desires - especially the ones that actually require emotional intelligence. Anyways, while the man may be dull when it comes to this topic, he'd do anything you ask of him or at least try to better himself for your sake.

Due to his connections and type of work, he'll find out every little detail about you - just for your sake, of course. Knows you inside and out, things like your favourite anything. Tries to make up for his emotional stunted self this way. It's like a little project, honestly.

Has a very practical way of thinking. So if you want to rant, prepare to get some solutions - whether you want them or not. Don't like your weight? He already mentally prepared a whole training program. Upset with someone? Man's plotting and ready to commit a crime.

I'm pretty sure he's the type of person to talk in his sleep - like, a lot. And sleepy Gabe is way more vocal about his feelings than the usual deal. You'll get the whole program, with him suddenly embracing and smothering you in lazy kisses while mumbling sweet words of affection he's rarely ever able to tell you while awake.

That man gives the best hugs ever. I mean just look at him. Once he started there's no escaping his love. But beware, you're most likely getting used as arm- or chinrest due to the height-difference.

Absolutely loathes PDA. However, he'll subconsciously make exceptions, like suddenly holding your hands when you're crossing the street or protectively wrapping his arms around you when someone's getting too close to you for his own liking.

Is very low-maintenace in general. Due to his uprbinging and time as a soldier he's used to live with only the bare necessities - which makes it easy to indulge him. A bubble bath? Ridiculous, he'll say. Who needs this, he'll say. Still feels all giddy on the inside and makes mental notes to return the favor.

Would never cry in front of you - or at least it takes much time and patience to unlearn this way of thinking. Most of the time he'll just pull you into his arms and hold you so tightly against his chest that you can't see the tears dwelling in his eyes. That's the most vulnerable he's ever been with someone, and as long as it's you he wouldn't change it for the world.

Will 100% act like you're dying even when it's just a cold and go out of his way to provide the best care possible. He however could lose a limb and would act like it's just a scratch - but enjoys your care either way.

Reyes is the personified Scary Dog Privilege. As soft as he may be on the inside, every single time you're going out his intimidating aura shields you from any harm. You're free to do as you please, wherever you want - with him following you like a shadow, menacingly towering close behind.

He may not be one to open up easily, yet once he gets comfortable with you he'll become very serious about the whole thing very quickly. Suggests you moving in with him and likes to talk about plans for the future. There's no half-hearted bond with that guy.

#overwatch #overwatch 2 #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes x reader #reaper #gabriel reyes #reaper / reader #gabriel reyes / reader #self insert #writing #headcanons #toxic masculinity

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xjustonemoremiraclex · 8 months

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rwrb thoughts from someone who hasn't read the book (yet)

The good/general thoughts:

pleasantly surprised by the acting! which I know sounds mean, but listen, I saw these guys in other things and I wasn't suuuper into them, so it was a nice surprise lol

THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN THE TWO again, pleasantly surprised by that lol they played off each other SO well

10/10 soundtrack, it definitely took inspiration from older rom-coms and I loved it <3

PS I really liked all the side characters! I wish we'd gotten to spend a little more time with some of them, but everyone was pretty great <3 also, all the women were awesome, and I am very gay and very in love <3

Ok, I really, REALLY liked how they showed the two of them texting each other, and the whole editing around it. It was pretty cute

I was living for all the latine songs at the new year's party, that was a nice touch

ok, when everyone was getting down at the party and alex and henry stayed up and stared at each other and time slowed down, I know it was supposed to be romantic, but I have to say it: it was also the funniest shit I've ever seen lol

henry at the party is giving both 'i have social anxiety and my only friend here is a social butterfly and keeps leaving to be with other people send help' and 'i thought you invited me here as a first date kind of thing but you're dancing and making out with other people and i'm feeling so betrayed rn :('

'christ you're as thick as it gets *kiss*' LMAO

Listen, I'm not usually into rom-coms (I say, like a liar), but I was pretty happy with the writing, in general. I laughed at all the funny parts, got emotional over all the dramatic ones and swooned at the romance bits. Great job, everyone

'I just can't afford for you to fall in love with me' LMAO babe, we're WAY past that. On both sides

ok, full disclosure: I don't really like sex scenes all that much (there's nothing wrong with them, I'm just very ace lol), so I usually just use my phone while they're happening, and while I did that a little bit here too, I was still paying attention, and honestly, they were pretty sweet. They did a good job. And, like, I have no idea why the film was R-rated lol you literally don't see anything

again, love the little montages that show the passing of time, while also showing they're keeping in touch and getting to know each other better and stuff. It makes the relationship between the two and the way it's developing feel a bit less rushed, which is nice

ZAHRA MY MOST BELOVED

YES PLEASE I WANT TO SEE THAT POWERPOINT PRESENTATION THANK YOU

KARAOKEEEE

alex giving an impassioned romantic speech to henry, about to confess his love: // henry:

'I didn't want to break his heart' - oh, honey, you already did :(

'to tell you that I love you, knowing that you wouldn't say it back' brb sobbing

NOT CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE 😭😭😭

'because when they write the history of my life, I want it to include you and my love for you' help i'm dying 😭😭😭😭😭😭

MIGUEL DON'T THINK I DON'T KNOW IT WAS YOU please die in a fire <3

alex's speech was really good by the way 🥺

LOVESICK HOMOSEXUALS LMAO ZAHRA MY BELOVED

'baby' screaming crying throwing up jgdkfk

I FORGOT THE KING WAS STEPHEN FRY why is this so funny to me

SEQUEL WHEN

The... less good?/general questions:

Kinda wish there'd been a bit more enemies in my enemies-to-lovers film

'he just grabbed my hair in a way that made me understand the difference between rugby and footbal'' - please, I beg you, someone smarter than me - what the fuck does this mean 😭 ppl are LIVING for this quote and I'm like ??????

this is probably me being stupid and ignorant lol but why would alex's relationship cost his mum the election? like, from what I've seen, her government has been very pro-queer, that's not really a secret, so her son being queer and in a relationship with a man shouldn't lose her any voters..? the people who are against 'the queers' were not going to vote for her in the first place, soooo..? me is confused

honestly, this is probably an unpopular opinion, but... the king was not that bad? like, i'm not saying he's not kind of homphobic and kind of a dick lol but i get the impression that everything stems from the whole thing about sticking to tradition and public image and bla bla. Like, again, obviously, part of that involves homophobia, but I think that on a personal level, he... doesn't really care? Even at the end, he's like 'ok, are you absolutely sure about this, cause there's no going back. Yes? Really? Well, go off I guess *long-suffering sigh*'. Like, I got way more homophobic vibes from phillip than the king idk 🤷‍♀️ (I really hope I don't have to clarify that this only applies to the film, and not like, the real life crown lol)

Sooo, as I said, I haven't read the book yet, but I've seen some posts about it, and I think after watching the film I've realized that it's biggest flaw is that it's that - a film. It's a great film, don't get me wrong! And it's pretty obvious I really liked it. But damn, I'm a firm believer that book adaptations only work as series. They don't have to be super long or anything, but there is just no way to fit everything in a book in a two hour film. And yeah, when you're adapting something you have to make some changes, but Idk, it's kind of a shame that you lose so much (and even without reading the book, I can tell there's a lot of stuff missing). In any case, I can't talk too much about it until I read the book, but yeah 🤷‍♀️ It does seem like they did a good job, though - like, it genuinely can stand on its own really well, but I guess I'll have to find out for myself

Also, tagging @silassstingy bc I promised her my thoughts on the film and she might give me some interesting insights on some of the stuff I mentioned, cause she's a queen like that <3

#rwrb #all in all I give it like a 9.5/10 #I'm docking half a point bc it made me cry multiple times which was VERY rude(?)

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writing-in-sin · 1 year

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KAISHIN FIC IDEA: DEMON!KAITO AU

I've been really into Helluva Boss as well as Alastor from Hazben Hotel lately and it got me thinking to loosely based a KaiShin fic idea on some of the lore from the two shows

one of the demons in the shows' lore is that of Sinner demons and when i first saw Alastor, i couldn't help but think of how a dark!Kaito might resemble him. plus, the lyrics to Alastor's song 'Insane' is so incredibly badass that it became a big inspiration for the idea

here's the song that helped inspired the idea:

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as well as the specific lyrics that made me want to see a different sort of dark!Kaito:

I don't belong among the angels, and baby that's just fine with me

I promise honey, I can feel your pain. And maybe I enjoy it just a little bit, does that make me insane?

Haven't been the same since I expired. Doesn't mean that I plan to retire

dont have anything concrete yet but maybe Kaito was killed with Pandora in his possession or the only way to completely destroy Pandora is through a dark sacrifice because no human, witch or otherwise, is powerful enough to destroy the ancient jewel

either way, the end result is Kaito dying and gets dragged down to Hell to be reborn as one of the most powerful Sinner demons

like, he's now literally the Sinner in White

on how KaiShin could reunite, it could happen while trying to take down Snake's faction of the BO. the DC gang could be in trouble with no escape until Kaito pulls a Stolas which is literally summoning himself topside by manipulating corpses to draw his summoning circle with their own dead blood. to make it even more on the twisted romance side, the circle would be drawn under Shinichi as he lets Kaito possess him

beyond that, i'm not sure where this would go because honestly? i just love the idea of demon!Kaito who's darker but still retains his morals....just greatly twisted now

anyway, thanks for reading this far!

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trulybetty · 3 months

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Get to Know Me (Tag Game)

Thankyou to the lovely @sheepdogchick3, @grogusmum & @bitchwitch1981 for the tags! 🙌

1. Were you named after anyone?

My mother doesn't like shortened names - she wanted a name she could shorten. So Detective Lacey was the inspiration for my full name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Not sure, but I feel like a good cry right now would be pretty cathartic.

3. Do you have kids?

I do reside with two gremlins of my own.

4. What sports do you/have you played?

For being the least sport person going, I somehow ended up the vice captain of the basketball team in school.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

6. First thing you notice about people?

Expressions. If someone is smiling or not, I feel like I'm in constant read the room mode sometimes. But most of the time I'm more aware of myself around others than them lol.

7. What's your eye color?

Brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

I'm an equal sucker for a good scary movie and any and all rom-coms. I don't think you could make me choose between the two. Ooo, imagine a rom-com scary movie, like a meet-cute as they're running from the killer! 🥰

9. Any talents?

I like to think I have an eye for design and I'm a good problem solver/project manager.

10. Where were you born?

11. What are your hobbies?

Right now? Getting no sleep and herding cats. But when I'm not sleep deprived, reading, writing, design and occasionally catching up with the million shows/movies I haven't seen yet.

12. Do you have any pets?

I am currently being honoured by being allowed to share a house with Frankie Cat™️

13. How tall are you?

5'7''

14. Favorite subject in high school?

English, Drama & Art

15. Dream job?

Honestly? Right now, no clue - I'm in a stage of my life where I feel like I'm trying to figure out what I want to do and map out the next couple of years and I honestly don't know what I want to do. But I'd like to be in a position where I'm having a positive influence and helping others be their best. But if we're blue-skying this, professional WIP creator and encourager.

Sorry if this is multiple tags for some, I've been offline the last couple of days so may have missed some! NPT's: @rhoorl, @gnpwdrnwhiskey, @wildemaven, @gemmahale, @jomiddlemarch, @for-a-longlongtime & @chronically-ghosted 💕

#get to know you #tag game

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helluvapurf · 3 months

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First-Impression thoughts on Hazbin Hotel's "official" first ep, now that I checked it out on YT-

*Spoiler warning below for those who didn't see it yet-*

-Great to see Charlie & Vaggie again, still a wholesome lil supportive pair whilst having their own quirks/things to do on the side. Esp with Vaggie spending the whole time back at the hotel reshooting a whole commercial for Charlie's sake, awww :3

-Pleasantly surprised by the twist of Charlie's mom being the figure she was most inspired by to make her dream come true, along with her love for singing. Curious to see where Lilith's whereabouts could be if she's been away for so long?

-The new voices were... a mixed bag, I suppose? Mainly in the line/tone-deliveries for certain characters (& I guess I'm still moreso used to the OG pilot's portrayals lol), but I can see the good attempts made from those like Charlie & Alastor.

-I... don't know how I feel about the way Lucifer's backstory was handled? Like, yeah its interesting hearing of him & Lilith genuinely connecting over their "rebellious" natures (& thus fleeing from Heaven's wrath/staying in Hell to be together). But then, the whole thing with Lucifer apparently being some "doofy, misunderstood dreamer who only wanted the best for Humanity, got bullied by those mean ol' angels, and didn't meaaaan to spread Sin all across Earth~ 🥺🥺" ...ehhhhh, felt kinda lame imho 🤷‍♀️. Not that I mind giving nuanced/sympathetic angles to a character's development now & then... but with someone like Lucifer (who mind you, is meant to represent the "Ring of Pride" on top of his Hell-ruling duties), I guess I kinda expected more... "bite" to his portrayal, I guess? .3. But idk, maybe that's just me... (*Tho admittedly, one could argue that perhaps he and/or Lilith were simply lying in that storybook to make them look less "bad"... idk, given HB's track record with Stolas' writing and since both shows are made by the same people... part of me can't help having my doubts ^^; *)

-Adam... ooooooh boi .x.;; Ever since I saw his leaked design I've always been rather... "mixed" about him, and now seeing him on-screen & talking I... don't really get the concept behind him? I mean, yeah I'm all for a fun, chaotic-jackass type when done right (hell I still consider Blitz among my faves to this day lol). But with Adam apparently being the big leader behind Heaven's army, AND was even the "original" Adam from biblical times... how tf did he get the chance to be allowed in Heaven if he not only helped curse humanity to sin (aka: sharing Forbidden Fruit with Eve), but on top of him currently being a horny, misogynistic loudmouth? 🤨Discounting that is also the fact that his whole design vibe just... doesn't really give me "holy army leader" vibes, but more-or-less just Blitz in some weird angel cosplay lol 🤷‍♀️. No shade to those who genuinely do like Adam though (and I'll admit his song was surprisingly catchy lol), I just... feel like his whole personality/design vibe could've probably fit better to a fallen angel-type character (or even a demon-angel hybrid if you wanna play more into the Heaven vs. Hell conflict), someone who only takes up the "Adam" title as an ego trip to enact his revenge against Hell... or, something like that idk; my brain's tired lol. (*His sidekick Lute seems pretty cool tho, she kinda reminds me of Tempest Shadow from MLP in a way .3.*)

-Nice to see more of the old Hotel gang again, esp those like Nifty she was a cute :3 (her whole reaction to the camera honestly being a whole mood lol)

-Did not expect to see Brandon Rogers pop up voicing Katie Killjoy of all people, buuuut I guess I can see the amusing comparison potential to that one CEO persona of his lol

....Aaaaaand yep, that's about the gist of my first-impression thoughts atm .3. Dunno if I'll be sitting down to watch the whole season of Amazon's Hazbin atm (*'cause like, I do have Amazon Prime, buuuuut I rarely ever use that to watch shows (save for some classic cartoons here & there lol) .w.; *), but I'd say it was still generally a decent watch for what it is imo👍(+any chance to see my girl Vaggie again, the better~ x3💜)

#hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel review #hazbin hotel criticism #(*not 'technically' critical I guess buuuuut dunno if I wanna put this in the main fandom tag (for obv reasons lgjk) TwT*)#(*heard some rather... 'controversial' things about some of the later eps so I'll probably hold off watching the season til later-*)

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