#i'd marry them all if i had enough fingers for rings
Text
I'd Fight The Devil
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Background: (Y/N) Morningstar with her partner, Alastor, has decided to put some of the Overlords in their place.
Warning: Alastor being Alastor, mentions of pregnancy but no one's pregnant, and Alastor might have a breeding kink
_ _ _
"(Y/N)! What a surpri-!"
"I believe that's Princess (Y/N) Morningstar, Heir to the throne of Hell, and Duchess of Chaos - to you," Alastor loved doing this. He adored how (Y/N) had decided to start using her true power, and to bring respect back to her name.
The family name, to be exact.
Valentino chuckled nervously as (Y/N) scoped out the place, her horns ever presenting and tail flicking with annoyance.
"What a pleasure to be hosting you, Princess. What would be the reason for this visit?" Valentino asked, offering her a drink.
"I'm fine, thank you," She dismissed it, already smelling the poison inside the cocktail.
"I'm here to discuss Angel Dust, and your contract with him."
"If he's too much trouble for the hotel, I'll happily-"
"You're the one causing the trouble," Alastor cut him off.
Valentino sputtered, "me?!"
"You can feign innocence all you wish, Val, but I've heard that you've called my sister a bimbo, along with many other colorful names," (Y/N) slowly stood up, leaning over his desk as the lights started to go out - one by one.
"Charlie is nice. She's always been the kinder of us Morningstars, but apparently this makes you think that you can go and soil our name. My father could have strung every sinner on a hook for eternity, torturing you all second by second as your screams sung into our great halls," no one had been unfortunate enough to see the form of (Y/N) Morningstar, and Val was one of them.
Her height expanded to nine feet tall, her pretty black nails forming into claws and her eyes ablaze with scarlet serpent pupils.
And wings - oh great black wings that could make even Adam rethink his attack.
When he was still alive, of course.
"And you sully his gift by mocking us."
"Look, Vox did it first! Okay?! He said you'd never-!" Val tripped on a tentacle that came from her beloved Alastor, who dropped a TV by his feet.
But not just any TV.
"Oh God," Val gasped, "Vox. . .?"
"I took care of him earlier," Alastor grinned, still reminiscent on his screams.
"I couldn't have my dear (Y/N) sully her hands with his filth. But whatever the Princess wants, she gets."
Oh to see her come into her power was as chilling as death itself.
"You're so romantic, Alastor," (Y/N) smiled.
That's when Valentino spotted it. On the left hand of (Y/N) Morningstar was a ruby wedding ring, the band pure gold.
Alastor finally did it.
He climbed up the latter, but not through power.
Well yes, through power, but he certified that it would always be his.
By marrying Lucifers daughter.
"We're matching, isn't it adorable?" Alastor showed off his own wedding band, ruby's encrusted inside of it.
"Now, where were we?" She grinned, and as an engagement gift, the screams of Vox and Valentino were broadcasted throughout all of Hell.
And they say chivalry is dead.
_ ☆ _
"They're fucking crazy."
"They're made for each other."
On that, Angel Dust and Husker could agree.
The lovely couple had become the center of Hells attention after their engagement was announced, and even though Alastor thought it would be hilarious for Lucifer to find out through the papers, she told him first.
And he cried.
"Oh my baby is all grown up!" Lucifer sobbed loudly, clinging onto her legs, "look at you! You-you used to be this small!" Lucifer grabbed a duck, "and you were so tiny and so cute!"
"Am I invited?" Lucifer squeaked, staring up into her eyes.
"Yes, dad," She smiled, bringing him up to his feet, "but we want to wait a bit before we plan anything."
"You know she used to bite my finger?!" Lucifer grabbed the baby pictures of little (Y/N), "look at how small she was! Oh, and this one is my favorite!"
Alastor truly didn't mind how touchy Lucifer had become with him, but thankfully, Lucifer also knew when to stop.
"Wait, is that why you're getting married?! Did you impregnate my daughter?!" Lucifer gasped, shoving his hand on her stomach.
"Dad! Dad, no! I'm not pregnant!" She quickly cleared up.
"Unfortunately," Alastor muttered to himself. Oh to see her belly swell with his children - his own spawn, it made his cock twitch at the thought.
He was fond of children but his own? Oh he'd spoil his little prince or princess with all the blood sacrifices the world had to offer.
"Yeah but you know what marriage entails, kiddo!" He pointed at them both with finger guns, "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby-oh my GOD I'll be a grandpa!"
He started crying again.
She sighed, "at least we know our hypothetical child will be taken care of."
Alastor nodded, "I could not have picked a better father-in-law."
At this point, Lucifer was ugly crying.
Alastor looked at his beloved with a soft gaze as she tried calming her father down. To be honest, Alastor never thought he would ever find solace in Hell. He anticipated every day being a fight for his life, always looking over his shoulder and always striving for more power. And as cheesy as it sounded, he saw (Y/N) as his shining light. She brought out his sad heart, and for the first time in his life, he wished his mother was with him.
To see just what a wonderful woman he managed to catch.
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
→ Hush Hush Behind The Shield.
gif credit.
pairing: soldier boy/ben x wife!reader.
rating: explicit.
warnings: vought's ungodly shenanigans, mentions of cheating, couple fighting, angst, misogyny, antiquated mentality, dub-con, power imbalance, fingering, forced orgasms, angry sex, cock riding...
word count: 3.4k
summary: being america's greatest hero's wife has its perks, but they don't come for free...
taglist: @zepskies, @deansbbyx, @kaleldobrev, @k-slla, @deanbrainrotwritings, @deans-spinster-witch, @venus-haze, @thebiggerbear...
A/N: I'd like to thank my two pretty moots, @kaleldobrev who's been always there for me, listening to mental blurbs and chaotic spews of unhinged ideas and continuous mind dump ❤️ and @zepskies who bares my energy, which can be a bit much, each time I spam her dms with life cringing memes and awaful reacts ❤️
Kneeling down on one knee, your mitted hands hoisted the oven door close as you hummed a melody to yourself. Turning on your heels, you stood up and gave the dining table a once-over before allowing a proud grin slip on your lips.
“Perfect.”
Then your eyes glanced at your watch. It was half an hour past seven in the evening. Perfect. There'd be enough time to pamper yourself in a relaxing shower and spruce up with no rush before your husband was home.
You gave the dining room another glimpse to make sure everything was in place before you headed to the bathroom upstairs, walking through the living room where the T.V. displayed a Soldier Boy anti-drugs commercial.
A snore escaped your nose upon hearing the phrase: “Just say no.” Remembering how your husband threw a fit behind the scenes at how stupid it was, to the point of getting Stan Edgar himself on the line for him to find an alternative to it. Because no way he was saying that shit.
“God, I sounded like a fucking douchebag,” He'd told you in his dressing room, a smouldering reefer hanging between his lips — the irony, after they wrapped filming up.
You'd giggled, playfully plucking it from his lips to take a drag of your own, “No, baby, you did just fine.” You purred, and his mouth curled up into a small grin, “The public needs that y'know…” You tipped his chin up, your polished, long nails grazed lightly to his skin, “You're America's golden son, right? You're the man everyone should look up to.”
“Damn sure they should.” He'd chuckled, leaning down for a kiss which you gladly welcomed.
Being Soldier Boy's wife came with many many perks, but it also had its downsides, one of which was to have to deal with his short temper. But what could you say? You loved the man. Ardently so; you literally fought the world to have him all for yourself despite Vought's disapproval of your nuptial.
You savoured the victory when you married Ben in a small ceremony without Vought's blessing. It was like a slap to them when Ben imparted upon them the happy news, he delivered them a severe black eye, especially the vainglorious bastard Edgar. Who had once told you that you and Ben wouldn't work out, for it was simply "inconvenient" for a superhero like Soldier Boy to be involved in a serious relationship with a mere… human; it'd be a "disappointment" in the public eye, as he put it. Like he had a say in the matter.
But here you were, with a ring on your left hand to swagger about, and happily married to America's first hero, Edgar and Vought could say hello to your middle finger.
To nobody's surprise, you resented Vought, and held such abhorrence against them for not letting you and your husband live the life you wanted for yourselves. Despite your personal efforts, your proclaimed triumph was soon cut short because Vought declined to go public and endorse your marriage. Not that you and your husband gave two shits about their approval, but the rules were rules. And their lawyers affirmed that a public exposure of your marriage might damage Soldier Boy's rep, therefore, Vought's; given the fact that you were more than thirty years younger than him. They couldn't have it said that the hero of heroes was a creep even though they'd tried to conceal his age when he and Phoebe Cates starred in Love And War because it started to seem fishy. It was expected, though. But what you didn't see coming was Ben's response, or lack of response as to put it.
Despite being even more obdurate about this marriage than yourself. You felt terribly abjured by your husband. You'd thought he'd fight for you, for what you both had, and he'd want to let the world know about you. It'd broken your heart when it dawned upon you that Ben wouldn't risk his fame and glory for anyone, for you. Reluctantly, you bit the bullet, you had to, for him, because you loved him, and would do anything to keep this marriage intact. If you had to compromise for it, then so be it. You didn't care.
To your solace, Ben never changed after the frustrating incident; he was still the man you fell in love with. He might be smug, crass, and insufferable to everyone but you could still perceive the tender side he had though he'd never actually admit it, and you never pushed him too much. You were subtle enough to know when to stroke his ego and when to tease it. He was a man, after all. But it was obvious; he was a doting husband who cherished you in his own way. He showered you with gifts, and pampered you when he could. And he was eager to have babies with you. He never ceased to express how rapturous he would be if he were to have a son. A child with you.
Sure, you had your own qualms about that particular day, and there was more than a time you wanted to have a conversation with him about it. But you couldn't bring yourself to screw it up with stupid doubts. If Ben hadn't truly loved you, he wouldn't have treated you the way he did, he wouldn't have brought you to his workplace to have you at his side — and to poke Vought's eye every single time. He wouldn't have let you in and told you about his family and his dad, about his fucked-up childhood and how he became a hero.
No, your bond was bigger than any fleeting thoughts of incredulity.
You crooned softly as you wrapped a towel around your body after you finished your shower. Stepping out, you rubbed your hair with another towel and made your way down towards the kitchen to check on the pie.
Oh, Ben liked pies. You found it amusing how he'd swallow a whole pie alone and wouldn't affect him one bit; a supe sure required a lot of calories. Sometimes, you wished you had his great metabolism.
The moreish scent of baked dough and chocolate told you it was ready. You opened the oven door with a protected hand and placed the delicious pie by the window to let it cool down while you dressed up.
On your way back to your bedroom, you padded through the living room again. Your eyes glanced fleetingly at the screen only to stop abruptly in your tracks. A slight frown made it to your face as you saw a picture of Ben and Crimson Countess together. You never liked Countess. Something about her always disturbed you, and your guts were right.
Your eyes roamed the headline over and over, dilating in stupor.
Breaking News: Soldier Boy and Crimson Countess are officially together, Vought announced.
You shook your head in disbelief, hand grasping the remote control from the couch, shivering fingers shuffling through the channels.
Soldier Boy finally found the one!
Your heart paced up with each press.
A long awaited power couple is now here!
Vought just shocked the world by—
And here's Soldier Boy and Countess's statement…
It was hard to quell your simmering anger when you saw your husband smiling face with that bitch between his arms. Camera flashes and clicks swarmed around them with an entourage of reporters and interviewers.
“Hey, Soldier Boy, now you're together, what can you tell us about the first time you saw Countess? Was it love at first?” A reporter asked.
Ben scratched his beard with his gloved hand, drawling “First time I met Tess was when Vought concocted a hero collab years ago, remember that honey?”
You did remember that event very clearly. You were still Ben's secret girlfriend at the time, and it was exclusive to superheroes, yet Ben brought you there as his date.
Ben grinned as if dreamily reminiscing about the memory as he continued, “And lemme tell ya one thing, this one is a firecracker.”
Countess giggled playfully, gazing up at your husband in the most flirtatious way, it made you gag with disgust.
You scoffed bitterly at the blatant lies spurting right in your face. That specific night, Ben had childishly grumbled and complained about how much he wanted to be out of there. And to spice things up, he playfully dragged you from the pristine hall the event took place in, and fucked you raw against one of the wall of some other hall, keeping your panties as a souvenir for the rest of the soirée. He kept teasing you through the entire night, riling and messing you up. At the time, it was thrilling and venturous. Now, however, it knotted at the tip of your stomach. His focus that day was solely on you. He wasn't even aware of the bitch's presence for all you care.
“And when I first saw her… knew she was the one….”
You couldn't comprehend what Ben said after that point as a deafening buzz bolted through your ears. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and soon they were streaming from your eyes as you stood numb on your spot. Your tears splattered on the ground along with your heart.
“Honey, I'm home.” Ben announced once he stepped in the house. He sighed, putting his shield down and making his way to the kitchen where you usually would be, making his dinner. He didn't take his boots off though he knew you'd throw a fit about it, but let's just say that teasing and screwing with you was his favourite hobby. His anticipating grin soon dropped and a small scowl knitted his brows when an odd mixture of scents wafted into his nose. His eyes dilated at the unusual messy scene in the kitchen; the table was flipped over, glass splints scattered all over the floor, freshly-cooked food covering the carpet beneath the dining table, and a chocolate pie was squashed into the wall.
With a pacing heart, Ben cried your name, and hurriedly climbed up the stairs. His feet darted to the bedroom when he heard you sniffling and weeping.
An audible sigh of relief flouted out of chest when he saw you. Your hair was wet and a damp towel wrapped around your body, but his eyebrow quirked up when he noticed you packing a bag on the bed. The fuck?
“(Y/N), the fuck is going here?” You scared the shit outta me. He wanted to say, after the shitty day he had, he just wanted to have you in his arms and play with your hair.
You startled for a moment when you heard his southern accent. You used to be fond of it, but today you were certainly not.
“I'm leaving.” Your answer came out curt, your hands tugging your bag zippers close.
You heard his footsteps getting closer until you felt his hand on your bare shoulder, “What happened to you, sweetheart?”
You pulled yourself away from his hold, hissing, “Don't you fucking touch me!”
He didn't seem to heed your warning as he reached a hand to your face. Gritting your teeth, you spun around with your hand ready to deliver a slap to his cheek. However, and no matter how fast and pissed you were, he was always quicker and alerter. Fucking supe.
“You don't get to touch me ever again you asshole!” You shrieked, yanking your wrist from his grasp, your wet hair stuck to your face, chest heaving with each breath.
“The fuck is wrong with you, woman?!” He growled with a deep scowl, “Just left you all happy and giggling in the morning, is it here? Your time of the month again?”
“Fuck you!” You spat, clenched hands rising up to his chest, “You're my fucking problem,” You jabbed a fist to chest, though he didn't move an inch, but damn didn't it feel good! You blew another punch to his stupidly firm chest again and again.
“Fucking Christ!” He grumbled, and with one strong arm, Ben wrangled your back against his chest and caged you in his steel hold, one hand securing both of your wrists above your head, “Calm the fuck down!”
Legs kicking and hands tugging, you tried to wriggle out of his arms but to no avail, you felt so helpless against his raw strength. Your anger and frustration poured out of your mouth in a wailing, broken voice, “Leave. Me. Alone!” You bellowed, “Go to your fucking Crimson Bitch!” Two rivulets of tears drizzled from your eyes again, “Go to your fucking Tess and let her fire-crack your nuts, you fucking pussy!”
“Christ on a cross, do you hear yourself talk, woman?!”
His eyes widened before his eyebrows scrunched deeply. He took you off guard when he brought you down to the floor as he crouched on one knee. Your towel unwrapped at the sudden movement and you were naked beneath his eyes. His hands were still holding you in place.
Two green eyes regarded you softly, “You really took that marketing shit for real?” He thumbed your lower lip, and his free hand trailed down your naked form. “Fucking hell, thought you were way smarter than that, sweetheart.” You shivered from both the cold and his touch, his sinful reaching your mound, “You really think I'd fucking leave you for her?”
You couldn't suppress the moan when he stroked your throbbing clit. A shot of arousal seeped out of your opening much to Ben's satisfaction. Anger made the colour of your face rise, “Fuck you! Fuck your bitch! Fuck Vought!” You spat, your eyes burning holes into his as he proceeded toying with your flesh until your voice broke, “Y-You want me to buy your shit — Ah!” Two of his thick and expert digits entered your slit, massaging your love spots thoroughly. “After you didn't stand up for our marriage?!” You groaned, hips rolling to the rhythm of his fingers.
“Is that so?” His brow quirked up amusedly. Was this funny to this bastard? Was your marriage some kind of a joke to him?
You gasped as he deliberately hit your weak spot; sweet, delightful coils fluttered at the tip of your stomach, “I was under the fucking impression that you had your pretty, little head wrapped around how this fucking business worked!” He snarled.
“Fuck you! I hate you!” Your body snapped as you came abundantly on his fingers which made him grin slyly down at you.
You felt his grip on your wrists loosen, so you took your window and jerked yourself free. He was shocked when you pushed him down on the floor and straddled his hips, your dripping cunt was drenching his pants with your cum. He raised a playful brow at you but soon was replaced by a shocked frown when you slapped his irritatingly handsome face.
“Fucking hell, you fucking little ballbuster—”
You shushed him with a finger on his lips, “You're fucking mine, Benjamin, you hear me! You're fucking mine!” You hissed, having no idea where your vigour came from as you tore his shirt off of his chest. His length poked you when you gazed with searing fire in your eyes at his, “You. Belong. To. Me.” You furiously tucked his pants and boxers down, his cock springing out with life.
A wanton moan came off your lips as you sunk yourself down his cock, whereas he grumbled in pleasure as you hugged him tightly with your wet and warm insides.
You snapped your hips harshly and he growled, “Fuck, doll—!”
Another snap, your voice was laboured, “I own you. You're married not to that whore, not to Vought, but to me!”
Your skin slammed against his meat vehemently as you gritted your teeth when another orgasm was spiralling in your body. You paced up your movement, a hand banging demandingly on his chest, “Say it! You're fucking mine!”
“Holy shit!” You watched his eyes roll backwards as he rasped, “Yours, babe,”
“Holy fuck, Ben! Ben, I'm coming again!”
That was his cue to take control again. He sat up, cradling you in his warm hold, “Cum to me, babe, fucking soak my cock.” You wabled his name, clinging to his shoulders as your climax stormed out of your body like a mad hurricane. You whimpered pathetically when his two large hands on your hips kept making you ride him through your high.
“Fucking stupid girl,” He growled, shooting his seed up your insides.
With laboured breaths, you glared at each other. You felt his cock softening inside of you, “Fucking idiot man.” You scoffed.
He chuckled with a boyish grin on his sweaty face, “That was fucking hot, think I like this wild side of you, darlin'”
You snickered, “You bet, wait until you see what I'm gonna do with that little fuck, Edgar.”
Ben rumbled a deep chortle, much to your annoyance, would this man ever take you seriously? “I swear to fucking Christ, Ben, if they—you don't break off that stupid shit with Countess and go public about us, I'll fucking burn that fucking tower to the fucking ground, because I'm fucking done with this—mhmmm!”
He cut you off with a scorching kiss and its heat made you thaw against his lips. His cock twitched inside of you.
“Jealousy looks pretty on you though, sweetheart” He teased, his lips brushing to yours.
God, damn this man and his endless ego! “Ben!” You nudged him playfully.
“Can't wait to see you wanting to snatch some ladies' heads off when we go to balls together.”
You smiled at him, biting on your bottom lip. The idea of finally being acknowledged as Ben's wife warmed your heart, and his willingness to do so made your heart race. However, disturbing thoughts loomed in your head again, “Think Vought will let us be?” You asked with hesitation. Fuck, that shit really got too deep into you.
He rolled his eyes, “Try not to work your pretty head hard 'bout this, doll,” He tucked a tress of your hair behind your ear, “The man who fucking beat the Nazis can handle some sweaty fucknuts at Vought.” There was something warmly reassuring about his smugness.
“See? All that shit wouldn't happen if you didn't stay silent while they fucking tried to play their fucking game!”
Ben chuckled, “Well, the fucking was totally worth it.”
You groaned in frustration, “Ben… I thought you abandoned me.”
Your husband furrowed his brows at you, “You women hardly think sometimes, don't you?” You scowled at his remark but he sighed, cradling your cheeks in his warm hands, “I fucking fought to make you my wife. I fucking put my whole career and name at risk for you.” You blinked at him, “The day before we tied our knot, I fucking told the boardroom that I was marrying you, that I'd fucking walk off if they tried anything funny… they didn't, till fucking today.” He sighed, “They fucking announced that bullshit before I was even told.”
“Assholes,” You whispered.
“After that pathetic act, I fucking stormed to Edgar like I stormed Normandy. Let's say that he and I did a little bit of chatting,” He gave you a conceited smirk, giving you no detail of how he got scared shitless when he saw the mess in the kitchen. He thought Vought dared to fucking do something to you. And when he heard you cry he feared the worst. But of course, he wouldn't tell you anything about that. Because he was the fucking man of this house; if his feelings of fear appeared, the sense of security he provided to this house, to you, would crumble. And he wouldn't have that. Ever.
You, on the other hand, had a weird combination of pride and happiness sprouted within your chest.
“I'm so sorry, Ben…” You said, cupping his face in your hands, “I-I don't know what came over me when I saw you with her,” You couldn't even say her name.
“Couldn't have your man stolen away, could you?” He teased you.
“Never.” You answered, “And I'm sorry for what happened, husband.”
“I mean you did make it up for me, wife,” He flashed you a cheeky grin, “Though, I don't feel particularly in a forgiving mood… yet.”
Head tilting to the side, your raised an eyebrow, rolling your hips teasingly on his cock, “Don't push your luck…”
“Try me.”
#soldier boy#soldier boy fanfiction#soldier boy smut#soldier boy x female reader#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x y/n#the boys imagine#the boys fanfic#the boys#the boys amazon#soldier boy/ben
719 notes
·
View notes
Text
Promise ring
tw/cw: set in 2018, female reader, established relationship, fluff, slice of life, single dad geto with his teenage daughters, a proposal— you know that feeling when you want someone to stick around with you for life but you don't know how to say it? Geto was going through that lol
wc: 778
Suguru was quick to toss the little box in the drawer of your bedside table when you walked in on him in your shared bedroom all of a sudden.
"Something up?" You asked him, curiously peering at his already empty hands. "Dinner will be ready in a bit."
"Cool, cool," he replied with a smile, trying not to show any hint of nervousness on his face. "I'll be there in a few, then."
That was close, he thought to himself with a small sigh. It was already enough that this wasn't the most romantic proposal. A home proposal was the farthest thing he had in mind when he finally decided that he wanted you in his life for good, even though you'd stay with him without asking for anything in return.
He envisioned a grander proposal with some wine and flowers, perhaps… But in between his work and taking care of Nanako and Mimiko, he hardly had enough time to think about anything else, let alone plan anything.
Suguru could ask his friends for help, but they'd surely end up botching the whole thing even before it started. That's how loose-lipped those menaces were, but they'd be elated by the occasion for sure.
When he opened the drawer to retrieve the ring he bought, he was surprised to find another ring box in there.
Oh. Wait, it can't be— But of course, it was panic and thoughts of the worst-case scenario that flooded his mind first, and even though it was against his good judgement, he brought out the older box first.
It was lighter as opposed to the weight of the engagement ring he chose, but what surprised him even more was the content of the box—
The remnants of a ring pop he bought for you— and it was like, what? Four years ago? You didn't even ask for one, but the girls wanted you to match with them…
It hits him all at once all of a sudden— to think that you had put up with his crazy life and antics and his two adopted daughters who already love you just as much— you clearly deserved better than this.
But nothing was more important than letting you know the soonest he could that he wanted to marry you. That he wanted you to be his wife, to be the mother of his children, to stay in his life for good—
"Suguru! Nana-chan and Mimi-chan have been waiting— H-Hey! Why d—" You poked your head in the door and nearly fell over when you saw what was in his hands. "Th-That's—!"
"From the first time we ever talked about marriage. I remember," he chuckled before eventually handing over the plastic ring to you. "Don't you think it's about time I made good on that promise?"
You must have gone through every emotion you could imagine when Suguru wordlessly pulled out the other ring box from your drawer and tenderly slid the silver band on your left ring finger.
And it fits perfectly. The twins did well on getting your ring size without you noticing at all!
"My life is… crazy as it is, and you're pretty much the only normal thing in it, but that's not bad, too, because that means I still have a little corner of normalcy where I can rest… Where I'm safe."
"Oh… Suguru, I…" You started, only for your lips to quiver into a small but sure smile. "I'd love to be part of your life for good, too."
A sigh of relief left his lips as he finally moved to cup your face and wipe away the hot tears filling the corners of your eyes. "I'm so glad…"
"Yay! Finally!"
The silence of the moment was cut short when Nanako burst into the room together, eyes sparkling as she cheered at her father's simple yet heartfelt proposal.
"Ah! The old man really got the princess cut!" She squealed in excitement as you showed her the ring with a teary smile. "So stylish!"
"I wouldn't have minded another ring pop, you know," you said with a laugh.
"As if we'd let his cheapskate ass do that!" The blonde girl stomped at the mere thought of their adoptive father proposing with another piece of candy. "Mimiko!"
And as if on cue, Mimiko entered the room with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in her arms. "Congratulations, papa and mama."
You couldn't say that you would have stayed even without any of their surprises, not with how happy they looked at that very moment. And how wonderful was it that you got to keep this happiness in your life for good as well?
#songsofadelaidewrites💛#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk geto#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru x y/n#geto suguru x you#geto fluff#geto smut#proposal fics always get me#i am dreaming of one myself
278 notes
·
View notes
Text
Have A Beer For Me || Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
A/N: This is sad, and short, and contains mention of Jake being with a woman. There is also a main character death. If you'd ever like more to this story, I'd be happy to add more to this world. Also! Got inspo from this song.
“Well, I have the most beautiful girl in the world waiting in my bed for me… and I don’t have it in me to make her wait much longer,”
All of the men around the table made a collection of noises. All are in the booing category. It made Hangman chuckle lowly with a shake of his head.
“I have one more cheers in me, and then I really gotta get going."
Everyone at the table quickly lifted their glasses, clinking them together as Jake started the speech he had dragged them all out to hear. Everyone knew it was coming but not a single soul was ready for it.
“Boys, I do gotta ask a favour… you know, if I don’t make it back from this one.”
“Hey man, that’s not going to happen. We all know you, you’re gonna pull through without a scratch,” Bob interrupted but with a singular glare from Hangman he snapped his mouth shut. Any protests that would have ensued were quickly shut down.
“As I was saying, if I don’t make it back, I need a few things from y'all. For starters, I don’t want any tears. My girl will have that covered. I want y'all to have a beer for me, and to keep my truck going. Big off-road treks that get the old girl dirty,” Jake laughed, trying hard to not think about how mad his girlfriend will be at his friends when they come to steal his truck.
This was the part he was dreading the most. This was where he was going to beg them to keep an eye on her. He was devastated to be going on this solo mission. It was surely a suicide mission, and prior to having met her, he was all for those. She had changed everything and he hadn’t had enough time with her. The little diamond ring that recently found its home on her finger was a testament to that.
“I need y’all to keep an eye on her, and when the time is right, you gotta find her someone who will love her like I would have. You know she deserves the world and more.”
No one acknowledges the break in his voice or the hint of tears welling up in his eyes. If all of the guys around the table were honest, they knew that this was what tonight was about. How could they not? Seeing the usually unshakable Hangman in near tears was messing them up more than they’d like to admit.
“And to end this sap fest… I’m proud I’ve gotten to be a part of this squadron. It’s been good to know y’all. Thanks for givin’ me a chance. I know I haven’t always been the best, but don’t you forget to cheer for them Longhorns on the away teams side any chance you get.”
As Hangman pulled his glass to his lips and finished off his beer the rest of his friends slowly followed suit. Rooster was the first to finish off his drink after, watching Jake carefully as he shrugged his jacket back on. They made eye contact, and Rooster couldn’t deny the sinking feeling this was the last time he’d see his newishly found friend. A nod was shared as Jake placed a hand on Coyote’s shoulder.
Javy quickly rose to his feet and followed Jake out the front doors. This was the hardest for him of everyone. He was doing his best to not let it show. Jake never talked like this. Then again, he was never ordered to a suicide mission by himself before either.
“We were gonna get married. Gave her Meemaw’s ring and everything. You’re my best man. Just needed you to know.”
Javy let out a heavy exhale, because of course he was. There would have never been a question of that. He appreciated the sentiment though, and as much as he knew he had to let his friend leave to see his girl, he really didn’t want to.
“I know, man. Always did,” Javy finally answered. His voice was a little more shaken than he would have liked it to be but neither of them acknowledged that either.
Javy held his hand out, waiting for his friend to shake it. When Jake slipped his hand into his friends they pulled each other into a hug afterwards.
“Take care of her while I’m gone,” Jake whispered.
“You got it, big man,” Javy returned in the same whisper.
Javy watched his best friend walk away, and climb into his precious truck. They used to joke that she was the only thing Jake would ever love. Boy were they wrong as ever. Javy watched as the truck disappeared into the dark, knowing it would be the last time he ever saw his best friend.
Jake’s plane ended up going down behind enemy lines. There was no rescue team. All that returned was a folded flag. Javy handed it off to his best friend's other half at his funeral. They both cried as the guns went off. In fact, there wasn’t a dry eye in the whole squadron.
The whole squad, including Phoenix and Halo, had gone to almost every Longhorns home game just so they could sit on the visitor's side and cheer as loud as they could for the home team. And every Friday night, the first and last song played on the old jukebox at the Hard Deck is always Slow Ride.
Javy and the girl who had turned his best friend into the man they had all become so proud to know took that old truck out for a nice long joy ride at least once a month. He had even introduced her to a good ole boy Jake would have hated but was exactly the kind of guy he would have wanted for her. She hasn’t been ready though, and Javy wasn’t sure she ever would be. That dainty little diamond still sits nestled right where Jake left it.
Whenever the sun starts to set, and the sky is a brilliant shade of reddish purple, Javy finds himself with a beer that isn’t his brand down by the shoreline. He whispers the latest updates of life to his best friend, holds the beer up for a cheers, and tells Jake just how much he’s loved and missed with tears in his eyes.
#jake seresin x reader#jake hangman seresin#jake seresin#hangman x reader#jake hangman seresin x reader#jake seresin imagine#jake seresin x you#jake seresin angst#hangman angst#sad hangman#hangman fic#hangman imagine#hangman x you#top gun hangman#hangman fanfiction#hangman top gun#hangman#Spotify
146 notes
·
View notes
Note
can u do smth where ethan buys reader a promise ring pls 🥹 ur fics are amazing 💜
Paper Rings, Ethan Landry [ ONESHOT ]
— i like shiny things but i'd marry you with paper rings
non-gf ethan landry x gn reader -> dating
note: THIS REQUEST AHHH i've been waiting to base a fic off of this song for a while i kiss ur head and i'm glad you enjoy my fics !!
warnings ! — none, just a whole lot of tooth-rotting fluff! + reader doesn't have a specified gender but this was written with an afab reader in mind — nothing points to this fact though ! :)
you and ethan hadn't been together for all that long, a year and a half at most. it took him a while to comprehend the depth of his feelings for you and it was really scary for him.
growing up having been pressured to constantly be as good as or better than his older brother really messed with his head. he constantly had doubts that he wouldn't be good enough for you and that you deserved someone better — someone that wasn't him.
over the course of the first few weeks you and ethan had actually been together, there was cute little dates, hand-holding, giggling into little (sometimes awkward) kisses and him trying to get a grasp on his feelings.
majority of the time he couldn't quite put a finger on what emotions he was feeling. sometimes he thought he was angry when he was really just sad, sometimes he thought he was anxious when he was actually excited.
with you, though? he'd never understood an emotion so clearly in his life.
his heart was filled with love for you, that he knew. love so pure and soft and gentle that it felt like almost nothing could tarnish it. you made him understand himself better — you encouraged him when he would beat himself up over bad grades, you loved him; and he loved you too.
that was precisely the reason why he found himself buying you a promise ring. he'd seen you eyeing a specific one each time you shopped together and you'd talked about promise rings to him a few times.
originally, he didn't know how to feel about those because what if it jinxed your relationship? what if you ended up splitting off and going your seperate ways?
however, after a few weeks just spent thinking it over — all up in his head about it; he decided he wanted to get you one. it'd be a surprise, of course.
one night he had your hand next to his, a measuring tape over the width of both of your fingers. he acted like he was simply comparing handsizes, laughing when you pointed out that he was measuring the wrong way.
"oh, you're right, baby," he chuckled but made a mental note of the size of your left ring finger.
the next time you went to the mall together he kissed your cheek gently before pulling his hand away from yours. "i'll be back, angel," he told you, "just need to go to the bathroom."
you nodded and sat on a bench in the food court, mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you waited for him.
he made sure you weren't looking before he snuck off to the jewellery store, wanting to be as quick as possible so you wouldn't get suspicious. as soon as he was being served, he told the employee the exact ring and size.
it was made to be, it seemed, when the older woman told him that was the last of that ring in that size they had in stock.
he smiled brightly and thanked the woman, paying (quite a hefty price) and slipping the little box into his pocket. he'd get a matching one for himself later, he thought.
when you'd both gotten back to your apartment (which pretty much belonged to the both of you now), he'd sat down with you on the sofa. he kissed your hands gently and pulled you into his chest, the two of you sitting there together in silence for a few minutes — just in eachother's company.
he felt his stomach bubbling up with nerves but pushed them back down. nothing was going to ruin this moment. he cleared his throat to which you perked up, pulling away from him to look into his eyes.
"i don't know much about how to do these things without being awkward," he mumbled as his eyes looked anywhere but at you.
"i wanted this to be special and i know that it's been hard... dealing with me and all, but now i know that i can trust you. i really feel like.. like you understand me better than anyone else ever has before and i can confidently say that i love you."
he took a shaky breath, a smile plastering itself onto his face.
"i know we're still young but i truly think i want to spend the rest of my life with you," he went on as your eyes widened in fear somewhat. "th— this isn't a proposal!" he quickly reassured you, to which you calmed.
he pulled the box out of his pocket and presented the ring to you, "not a proposal — but a promise that one day, there will be one."
he watched as your eyes lit up, tears gathering along your waterline as you let out a choked sob with a smile. you hugged him tight and took the ring, holding it tenderly in your hands.
ethan watched as you slipped it onto your left ring finger, kissing his cheek and then his lips.
"thank you so much, eth. it's beautiful, i love you."
the brunette-haired boy looked away, bashful before turning back to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "there's honestly nothing i wouldn't do for you."
you admired the ring before glancing at his own left hand, "where's yours?" you asked with a frown.
he laughed awkwardly and chewed his bottom lip, "didn't have the money to get it but i knew i had to get yours today."
ethan looked up, confused as he saw you get up from the couch and heard the jingle of your keys. "where are you going?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"we're going to get your half of the promise."
your boyfriend simply stared at you, a puzzled look on his face. "i don't have enough money though? i just said that."
you smiled at him, eyes squinted slightly, "i'm buying it. promises are fifty-fifty."
i loved writing this sm omg
#— river's sticky notes ✩˚｡⋆#— anons ★#— river's inbox 💌#fanfic#writers on tumblr#ethan landry#scream 6#x reader#ethan landry x female reader#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry oneshot#ethan landry x gender neutral reader#ethan landry x male reader#ethan landry fluff#fanfiction#scream#scream oneshots#jack champion#jack champion x reader
167 notes
·
View notes
Text
WangXian go to a bar together because Wei Ying wants his husband to try some more types of alcohol and see if he likes anything other than wine
The bartender is this cute, friendly lady that explains LWJ all sorts of facts and ingredients about the various types of spirits on display and he ends up trying a bit of everything
All is fine and well until it's time to go home and Wei Ying realizes that a bit of this and a sip of that got his Lan Zhan absolutely blackout wasted
So he orders an Uber and tries helping Lan Zhan to his feet.
Except...
"I cannot go home with you, I have a husband."
"I know, I am your husband." Wei Ying laughs. "And we are going home right now."
"Maybe so. But I am very inebriated right now and you might not be who you pretend to be and take advantage of me. So please provide some proof we are married before we go home."
Wei Ying huffs, fond and only a bit frustrated, and lifts one of Lan Zhan's hands, a gold band shining on his ring finger. "Our wedding rings are inscribed with 'I whatever you', a reference to how I confessed to you when I thought you were going to move out from our dorm room and I'd never get to ever tell you how I feel."
Wei Ying drapes Lan Zhan's jacket over his shoulders and zips up his own as he continues. "We married on June 1st because it's the first day of Pride Month and you wanted to make a statement to your uncle. Also the wedding favor we got him was custom-made to be rainbow-themed."
Wei Ying fishes through his wallet to leave a tip to the barmaid. "Then when we came back from our round-the-world honeymoon, I pranked you with a fake pregnancy test but instead of being angry, you used it to tell me our adoption process for A-Yuan had finished and we now keep it in a box with other memories because you wouldn't let me frame it with our family pictures."
Throwing one of Lan Zhan's arms over his shoulder, Wei Ying slowly drags his husband towards the door. "When Jin Ling turned one year old, and we were at the party celebrating you specifically went up to Jiang Cheng, called him a cunt to his face and then pretended to be drunk to avoid a fight even though everyone knew you were sober. Jin Zixuan found this so funny, he almost dropped A-Ling and shijie didn't let him hold the baby anymore for three weeks afterwards."
That gets a little chuckle out of Lan Zhan, even if it throws his balance a bit. Wei Ying supports him still. "We have three bunnies, Potato, Radish and Peony. I named them because your naming track record includes you naming your family heirloom guqin after yourself when you were 7 because you thought it was the coolest name in the world."
The Uber arrives just as the pair make it out of the bar. "That proof enough I'm your husband?" Wei Ying asks, breathing only a bit more heavily with the effort of carrying Lan Zhan.
Through his drunken, hazy mind, Lan Zhan smiles, dopey and full of love. "I love you, Wei Ying. Always."
The horn of the Uber interrupts the romantic moment
710 notes
·
View notes
Text
fem!reader | established relationship, mostly fluff w a little insecurity, mention of devil's corpse, no beta reader (there never is though), self indulgence for Me
note from nia: bit of a horrendous pacing and self indulgence situation here. actually if u put it through TTSReader (Which I Did.) it isn't that bad. erm. you get it
marriage was never something aki put on the table. a proposal, endless wedding planning, last minute mishaps, working on it alongside his job—just imagining it made his head hurt. and it was a useless thought, wasn't it? when any mission could be his last? so he pushes the thoughts aside, only letting himself glance at rings when he knows he has to walk past, and he tells himself that being with you is enough.
but it's a tuesday afternoon, and he has his legs tangled with yours as you sit on opposite sides of the couch when you call his name.
"aki?"
"hm?"
"if we got married, would i take your last name?"
his heart skips a beat. aki's eyes flicker toward you before gluing themselves back on the tv screen. a random sitcom was playing that he couldn't name 3 characters from—to be honest, he could barely tell you the plot of the episode playing, but he hoped the laugh track covered his responding silence. he takes a breath. "would you want it?"
"...yeah," you reply softly, and his heart skips again. "i think it'd be nice."
your response comes easily, and he wonders how long you've been thinking about it. he never let himself think too hard about your future together; it was a hazy image of you together, somewhere, somehow, at some time. but now here he is, your empty bowls of ramen on the table beside him, thinking of your first name with his last and what songs he could do a first dance to, and his world seems to be tilting off its axis.
biting the inside of his cheek, he speaks again. "did you want to get married?"
there's a beat of silence. "well," you start unsure, shifting the pillow in your hold. "yeah? if we could. if you wanted to, obviously."
if he wanted to.
if he wanted to.
did he want to be with you: yes, he did. of course he did. but did he want to get married? or really, maybe after years of running and chasing with death hanging over his head, the more important question is did he deserve to? did he deserve you? did you deserve that? didn't you deserve better?
vaguely, he recognizes the sitcom's "ooh-ing" sound effect playing in the background, and in the end he lands on another question entirely. "what kind of wedding would you want?"
"huh?" you look at him and blink. "oh...dunno, to be honest. i don't think we know enough people for it to be huge or anything."
as he waits for you to continue, aki sits up, moving to lay beside you. the both of you shuffle as much as you can on a couch to figure out a new position. in the midst of it all, you manage to grab the tv remote and click pause, moving the pillow in your grasp onto the table.
"but maybe power could be my maid of honour," you muse, turning your back to the screen to look at your boyfriend. he had squeezed his way between you and the couch, and could already sense what you were going to say next. "and denji—"
he squishes your cheeks together and huffs. "don't finish that sentence."
"oh come on," you retort as best as you can. "you know you love him,"—you reach to pry his fingers away and grin—"who else would it be? plus meowy could be the ring bearer."
aki sighs before quietly laughing and wrapping his arm around you. meowy wouldn't listen to a regular "stop," let alone execute an important task. but somehow you get him to imagine the cat in a little wedding outfit, as if it was the only logical option. power and denji would try to be trainers, he's sure. their illogically overwhelming confidence would be enough to get them to try.
"i guess i'd trust meowy more than denji," he finally says. you snort and poke his shoulder. "yeah? meowy can be your best cat, too, then. and you already have so many suits. you wouldn't even have to buy a new one if you didn't want to."
aki thinks about how messy his last mission had gotten and raises a brow; he could practically smell the corpse, even now. "getting married in my uniform i fight devils in isn't really that romantic, you know."
"no one would know," you joke, earning an exhale and soft smile from him. aki brings his hand up to your face, running his thumb across your cheek and along your jaw, and continues. "you have a dress in mind?"
"hm? yeah, sort of." you sigh and melt into his touch. both of you knew he could have guessed. flowy, intricate patterning on the bodice, something that came out of a fairy-tale. you had already shown him dozens of dresses from a pinterest board, and marriage aside, he had taken a note of all their similarities to look for a gift later.
he imagines your possible gown—the way it would fit, the way you'd smile and twirl for him to see, how you'd look walking down the aisle, how his hands would look in their place on your hips. but before his mind can wander any further, aki gently takes your hand in his and brings it up to his lips. he presses a kiss to your knuckles. "you'd look pretty," is all he lets himself say.
your face warms at the sincerity, and you focus on your hands instead of his face. "you know i was kidding, but this makes it sound like we're really gonna get married," you tease.
"...we could."
the words are out of his mouth before he can process them, and aki freezes. you don't immediately respond, and with no sitcom audience to fill the air, all he can do is hold his breath while his gut drops. you were kidding. of course you were.
sorry, that was dumb, wasn't it? i'll turn the show back on, is what he should say.
but you look at him again, your fingers still intertwined with his, and the words die on his tongue. "really?"
and one word from you is all it takes.
your go-to date spots, proposal ideas, cake flavours and toppers, venues, guest lists and invitations, whether he'd be allowed to marry you, or who he'd fight to do so—everything he never thought he'd think of races through his mind at the sight of you.
he could make it work.
he'd do whatever he had to do to make it work.
because maybe he didn't deserve to marry someone like you, but he really, really wanted to. and wasn't that enough?
aki's thoughts only slow when he realizes he still hasn't let go of your hand, nor responded. but you wait for him. so he plays with each finger, and hopes you don't notice the way he lingers on the ring, wondering what metal colour and size would fit around it. he smiles again before finally replying, "yeah."
986 notes
·
View notes
Text
Our Life Swap AU! A follow-up to Baxter, your best friend and childhood neighbor, confessing his love for yooooou :)
The first time you met Baxter was on the beach by your house. You were eight years old, on summer vacation with nothing to do, and a walk to the shore changed your life forever.
Now, 15 years later, you'd shared your very first kiss in the ocean after at least a decade of pining for each other.
Considering how long you'd waited to share your feelings, it just sort of made sense that once you did, everything else would quickly fall into place.
The next morning, you woke up in Baxter's bed instead of the one in the guest room. He was still sleeping, his arms wrapped tight around you and his chin resting on your shoulder. You didn't move -- you were perfectly content to lie there like that for the foreseeable future.
Eventually he stirred, pulling you even closer before his eyes opened. When he saw you there, he smiled.
"I love you," he said groggily, placing a kiss on your cheek.
You'd shared the words plenty of times with each other over the years, but soon after he'd kissed you the night before, he said them for the first time with new meaning. And since then, it seemed like he couldn't stop saying them.
After you told him that you loved him too, his smile widened. You thought he'd tell you that he loved you more, which was a fun little fight you'd gotten into a few times over the course of the night before, but he switched up the script this time.
"Marry me."
Your eyes widened, and you pulled back to look at him. He always teased you, and you didn't think he'd joke about something like that, but then again you'd only been together for about 12 hours.
"Shut up," you laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder. If he was just teasing, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself by taking it seriously.
He wasn't quite frozen after that, but you knew him well enough to see that he was surprised that the words had come out of his mouth. He didn't say anything, but he stared at you. You stared back, trying to figure out what to make of all this.
Finally, he settled back down next to you, never breaking his stare, and said, "I didn't quite mean to ask that question like this, I'd pictured something much more grand. But that is what I want. To marry you. And now that we're here like this, I'm having trouble imagining a more perfect place."
"Are you serious?"
"Very," he said, grinning once again. "In fact ..."
He pulled away from you and leaned over to his nightstand. After a moment of rummaging around, he grabbed something and laid back down.
When he showed you his hand, you saw he held a small black ring box.
You looked back up at him, and he opened the box, showing you the sparkly ring it held. You'd never talked to him about jewelry, not that you remembered, but it looked like something you'd pick out for yourself. It was beautiful.
Baxter could tell that you were having trouble finding words, so he decided to talk instead.
"I got this a while ago," he admitted. "It's been perhaps a year now? I started looking around before, in college, for what I thought suited you best, and shortly after I started working I found it." He paused, then quietly added, "I do understand that it may be a bit odd, to buy an engagement ring for someone you're not even dating, but --"
"It's wonderful," you told him, your desire to encourage him giving you back your voice. "I just can't believe ... you really thought about marrying me for that long?"
He smirked, gave you a quick kiss, then said "All my life."
You held your left hand to him, telling him, "Me too."
With an amount of reverence you didn't think you'd ever seen from him, he pulled the ring out of the box, kissed your hand, then slipped it on your finger.
He marveled at it a bit, lovingly stroking your hand and looking at the ring. You let him, savoring the sweet moment. Then, so quiet you barely heard him, he said, "It's strange."
"What is?"
"It's just that for most of my life, you've been my main source of happiness. My own personal ray of sunshine. Truth be told, in my most melancholy moments, I've wondered if I would have survived my parents' home if I hadn't known you were there, right across the street, my safe haven."
Your heart ached for what you knew he'd been through as a child, it always had. You let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him.
"What's strange is that you've always made me so incredibly happy," he continued, nuzzling against your neck. "Being with you has always been pure bliss. But now," he paused for another kiss, "I do believe I'm so happy I may burst."
"Aww, don't do that," you told him, stroking his hair. "If you burst then who will plan the wedding?"
He met your eyes, and a devilish grin appeared for the first time that morning.
"You're right," he said. "I do have several ideas for that."
#our life beginnings and always#baxter ward#our life#olba#our life baxter#baxter x mc#baxter x reader#baxter x you#baxter ward x you#baxter ward x reader#baxter ward x mc#our life swap au
92 notes
·
View notes
Note
Oh my Goshh!!! I just really LOVE your writings!! And I'd like to send a request too!!
So, Neytiri and Jake fell in love with a fem!human reader. And they wanted to court her. But, one day...the reader tell them she's going back to Earth again, and she's just recently got engaged and about to get married. The R said she's probably not gonna go back to Pandora. And I'd like to know how would they process it all, and how they would deal with it.
Oh please, please, please... I need a bit of angst 🥹🥹
Three White Butterflies
Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader
a/n: tysm for the request anon!! i wrote this in like a day so idk how good it is but i hope you all enjoy!!
title from “grandfather please stand on the shoulders of my father while he’s deep sea fishing” by lana del rey!!
warnings: angst. tell me if i missed anything!!
—-
Whenever Jake and Neytiri thought of you, they thought of butterflies.
Neytiri had been obsessed with them ever since you had showed her a picture in a book of yours, a small blue one resting daintily on a bright green leaf. It was from years and years ago, from before the humans killed their world, their mother.
Now, beautiful things like that only live on in memories and pictures.
Neytiri thought they were so similar to atokirina, tiny little things that float on the wind. Jake remembered seeing one of the last ones as a child, a dying remnant of a soon-forgotten world. A colorful little cage full of flowers and leaves to rest on, he thought, while tiny children stuck their faces up against the glass.
You were like an atokirina, a butterfly, the two of them thought. You went where the wind takes you and you drew everyone’s attention as you flew past. Sometimes, Neytiri felt like you couldn’t be compared to anything. You were a category of your own, something they’ve never seen before.
They liked that newness. They liked everything about you. The sound of your footsteps, your touch, your voice, your eyes.
So, when Neytiri looks up from the small dinner fire and her ears twitch, Jake’s soon following, they hear your footsteps. You’ve adapted so well to the forest, to their lessons, you can silently creep through anywhere. But, they know you.
“Jake! Neytiri!” you call out, and Neytiri straightens her top and Jake tries to hide the stupid smile on his face.
“Y/N,” Neytiri sighs, like something had been lifted off of her shoulders. Now, only atokirina and butterflies rest on her shoulders, they carry no weight, only soft love.
—-
Jake nods up at you with a low smile, and you nervously wave, shifting around a basket full of fruit resting on the ground. Neytiri rises to grab your hand, smiling so brightly it’s like she’s the sun or something, leading you to sit next to her.
“What are you doing here today?” Jake asks, picking with the roasted sturmbeest in his hands. “Thought you were coming tomorrow.”
You smile, fiddling with the ring on your finger. It’s only thin metal and a small glass bead, but it’s enough for you, and it’s a piece of Pandora.
Jake and Neytiri have been your dearest friends ever since you came here, ever since Norm introduced you and you were hopeless with all things involving the forest.
Maybe if things were different, you could have been something more, maybe if you hadn’t met the person who put this ring on your finger. You steal a glance downwards, the glass briefly catching the setting sun.
“I won’t be here tomorrow,” you say awkwardly into the waiting silence. You don’t owe them anything, not really, but you still don’t want to disappoint them.
“Oh,” Neytiri muses, reaching forward for a fruit she knows you like. “You are visiting the sea, then? The plains?”
“No, I-” you take a deep breath and release your ring from your grip, just so it can shine in the light. Neytiri is too busy peeling the fruit to notice, but Jake, who’s across from you, who knows human customs, sees it.
You can see the recognition flash across his face, the sadness, the anger, bue fore he pushes it all down and looks up at you expectantly. Like he’s waiting for you to do something you can’t, like he’s waiting for you to deny his suspicions.
“I’m getting married,” you say. Your smile comes out oddly, almost forced, but relief blows through you like a tsunami. “There’s a ship that leaves for Earth tomorrow, and I know that it seems fast, but there’s just a million things I want to do- that I can’t do here.”
Neytiri stills next to you, and Jake’s shoulders deflate, and you hope it’s not what you think it is, because you cannot handle knowing you’re breaking their hearts.
“I- I’m very happy,” you say. Staring into Jake’s eyes, you cannot help but feel like there’s blood on your hands, like you’ve destroyed a life that you didn’t even know was there.
But, there is a life right in front of you, where there’s no atokirina or butterflies. There is only facts, a steady future. You’ll go back to Earth and you’ll live while it dies around you, and then you’ll die too.
This is how it will be, how it was always going to be. You’re a human, and humans are meant to live as fast as they destroy.
Still, you feel like there is blood on your hands and the remnants of a life not lived all around you.
Neytiri is the first to speak, to break the silence. It feels like she’s trying to punch through the ice, but she doesn’t really care about what’s on the other side.
“Oh,” is all she says for a moment, and you have to stare at the stones surrounding the fire. “I see.”
She places the half peeled fruit back with the others, like it was never even meant for you, but the three of you know it was.
“I came to say goodbye,” you whisper. Still, no one speaks, and when you look up, neither Jake or Neytiri can meet your eyes. “I just- I just wanted to say goodbye.”
Neytiri stands up suddenly, heading towards the direction of their tent. You can picture it now, the small indoor fire for when it’s cold, the hammock for the two, everything else that makes it theirs.
Besides, their home isn’t even fit for a human, if there was even some sort of path laid out there. But there’s not, and you’re going back to Earth, so there never will be.
She shoots a quick look over her shoulder.
“You’ve said your goodbyes. Goodbye, Y/N.”
You flinch at the small twig that snaps under her feet as she walks into the tent, the sound of the fabric whipping shut behind her.
You stare at the stones surrounding the fire. It feels like Pandora is the fire, the exciting life, and the stones are what you’re headed to.
“She’s just angry,” Jake says after a moment. You can’t look up at him, because you’re sure that he still has that same look on his face. Like you’re taking a part of his life away from him, an option, and you can’t handle that right now.
Because if you look at him and you see that look, you might change your mind, and you can’t. There is a life waiting for you, that will be happy and stable. And even if you’re not happy at first, you’ll learn to be happy.
“She does hope your happy, Y/N. I do too, she just- she just can’t say it right now.”
When you look up, you look at the bright green forest behind him, at the atokirina that floats past in the distance- almost too far to see. But you see it.
You nod and swallow, something wet falling down your cheek that you manage to hide. Or maybe he does he it, and he just doesn’t care anymore.
“I know. I- uh, I know. Goodbye, Jake,” you say.
And you seal off a part of your life forever.
—-
When Jake and Neytiri think of you, they thought about a life that they could live, about butterflies and atokirina and happiness.
Now, there is only broken hearts and three white butterflies, one going off in different directions.
A part of their life is sealed off forever.
—-
taglist:
@monsterwasstolen @fanboyluvr @artologia-blog1 @tulipatheticee @elvyshiarieko @fluffisalliwant @fluffi19 @jeizllz @myheartfollower @fy-fy-world @minkyungseokie @ivy-plays @blueberryfailureclinic @cryingwhilereading @thatratprincessforever @dumb-fawkin-bitch @sillyblues @buttercup-beeee @smollangrycat @n7cje @eternallyvenus @iwanttogohomeandtakeanap @w3ird11 @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @babyminghao
#jake sully x reader#neytiri x reader#jake sully x neytiri#avatar 2009#avatar x reader#avatar way of water x reader#jake x neytiri x reader#atwow x reader
307 notes
·
View notes
Text
Soft Touches || Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader
Summary: Simon does your skin care routine for you.
warnings: cursing
very full of fluff and soft simon
no mentions of y/n or gender specifications <3
enjoy!!
——————————————————————————
I sat on the floor of Simon and I's shared bedroom, rummaging through the small basket that held most of my hair and skin care products. I preferred doing both in the bedroom because of the giant mirror we had next to our dresser. Its length stretched from the floor to the ceiling and had an LED ring around the trim, giving off the perfect amount of light. Indie music played quietly from the speaker of my phone next to me as I quietly hummed along and nodded my head. Grabbing the products I would need, I placed them in a line in front of me; in application order. Just as my hand reached to grab the cleanser, Simon walked into the room, a soft smile reaching his face as his eyes met mine.
“Well don't you look adorable,” he joked, taking in my fluffy bathrobe and fuzzy headband keeping the hair from my face.
I playfully rolled my eyes and started opening the cleanser bottle and dabbing some onto a cotton round, gently scrubbing away the grime and makeup from today. Simon’s voice sounded once again stopped me in my tracks.
“Can I do it?” I had never heard his voice go so soft and timid in the entire ten years I'd known the burly man.
“Of course you can, Baby. C’mere.” my smile and voice were warm and welcoming as I nodded for him to come join me.
He got up, slowly making his way over to me. Sitting down next to me, I watched as his eyes scanned the various bottles and jars of product. His face was contorted in visible confusion and wonder which caused me to let out a small laugh.
“What’re you laughin’ for, Love? Something funny?” he asked, eyebrow cocked with a small smirk resting on his lips.
“You look so lost. It’s cute.” I teased, lightly bumping my shoulder into his.
“I’ll show you cute…” and with that he gently grabbed a hold of my ankles, suddenly pulling me across the short distance on the hardwood floor to sit between his legs.
My legs were over top his thighs, resting on the floor behind him while our noses were practically touching. His eyes bored into mine, making my face flush at the close proximity.
“We've been married for seven years, and I can still make you freeze up and blush.” he teased back, lips ghosting over my own.
With my breath being ripped away from me at his intense stare and playful words, the only thing I could think to do was close the gap between us. Our lips met, his rough ones slowly moving against my softer ones, the passion just as alive as it was during our first kiss. It was always like that. Every kiss from Simon was searing hot in the best way possible. Pulling away, my forehead rested against his, smiles on both our faces.
“Can we get back to what we're supposed to be doing before we get side tracked and ruin my skin care routine?” I joked, hands grabbing his much larger ones and lacing our fingers together.
“What’s first?” Simon asks, thumbs rubbing circles on the backs of my hands.
“Well since I just cleaned everything off, toner.” I declared, grabbing the small bottle and handing it to him as well as another cotton round,” All you do is pour a little on there and wipe it around my face. Just watch the eyes, please.”
He nodded, flipping the lid open and squeezing some of the liquid onto the cotton. Ever so slowly, he dragged the pad across my face, careful to avoid my eyes. After a few more seconds he pulled away, eyes scanning my face.
“Now what?” he asked with excitement in his voice, eyes darting to the array of skin care products beside us.
“Serum, but be careful. This shit will run in your eyes so fast if you aren't careful. You can’t use too much or it’ll make me look oily too. Two or three drops should be more than enough. Maybe just on my cheeks and one on my forehead to be safe, yeah?”
He nodded as I handed him the bottle. He spun the small glass bottle in his hand, examining the label before twisting and pulling out the dropper. Simon’s thumb and forefinger softly gripped my chin, leaning my head back some so he could get a better angle. He was careful to avoid my eyes and mouth as he squeezed the handle of the dropper, letting a drip fall on each cheek and my forehead.
“Do I just rub it in?” he asked quietly, hand still holding my head back.
I let out a small hum, letting him know he was right. My eyes immediately fluttered shut as his calloused hands rubbed soft circles into my skin. He chuckled at how pliant I became at his touch, placing a kiss to the top of my head. He spent a few extra minutes (definitely more than he needed to) rubbing the serum into my skin before pulling away and grabbing the second to last item.
Simon grabbed the small sample jar of my night time eye mask, the jar comically small in his hands. Watching me apply this multiple times before, he swiftly opened the jar and applied two small dots of it under each eye. He closed the jar and sat it back in the basket with my other stuff before using his middle finger to gently rub the cream into the skin under and around my eyes. Once finished, he grabbed my bottle of moisturizer, squirting some into his hand and dotting it around my face. Using three of his fingers, Simon rubbed the lotion into my skin just as gently as he had everything else, if not more. A content sigh left my lips as he finished, placing a kiss on my temple.
“And done. Let's get you dressed and into bed, beautiful.” he allowed me to un-straddle him and scoot back some before he stood, offering a hand to help me up.
I of course took it and followed him over to our closet where he grabbed one of his shirts and playfully tossed it over my head making me giggle loudly. Quickly discarding my robe, I threw the shirt over my head and turned to look at Simon who was gawking at me like he had never seen me in his clothes before. Rolling my eyes at his behavior, I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me to our bed. We both climbed in, Simon immediately pulling me into his chest, our legs intertwining.
“Try and get some sleep tonight, yeah?” I spoke into his chest, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.
“Only if you do the same, Love.” he whispered, thumb stroking my exposed hip.
“Mm only for you, Si.”
#xreader#fanfiction#call of duty mw2#oneshot#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty#fanfic#ghost x reader#mw2022#simon riley x reader#x reader
598 notes
·
View notes
Note
Yeah ghost is good and all but goose owns my heart where's the goose x reader at i need to marry that woman before he can daaammnn
👀👀 forreal? Damn. Ok, here's Goose doing some real cowgirl shit and staking her claim.
The way her hips slide against the saddle, reigns wrapped around on hand, the other gripping the back of the seat as the sleek palomino attempts to buck her off is absolutely sinful. You'd only stopped in the exhibition to get out of the heat of the fair but now you couldn't move, couldn't look away. You find a seat on the bleachers just in time for the horse to come close enough you can see her smile. She catches your wide eyed stare and winks.
"Goose from Ranch 141, showing us all there is an easy way to break a horse," The announcer jokes, earning a small laugh from the audience as the horse gallops around the dirt circle in the center, trying to shake off its rider.
The horse slows, rearing back and bucking hard. You hold your breath, watching Goose leave the saddle and slide right back into it. Another hard buck, her arms are tight, holding herself in the saddle as the horse tries its hardest to get her off. You don't think it's supposed to look so effortless.
You watch the rest of the show with bated breath, waiting for one of them to give an inch. You're unsurprissd when it's the horse that finally breaks, standing still and calm as Goose looks around the tent. Looks for you, you realize when her eyes land on you.
She gives the horse a little tap with her heels and directs it your way, giving the crowd a victory lap, and leaning dangerously far out of the saddle to set her warm brown hat on your head. You feel your cheeks starting to burn as she takes the horse back out of the ring, and disappears. You'd think you were dreaming if you couldn't feel the felt on you head.
You wait nervously by the exit. People file past you tossing you knowing winks. You don't pay them any mind, eyes searching for the woman who'd staked her claim on you.
A hand wraps around yours, tugging you all the way out of the tent before you can turn to face her. Goose raises a brow.
"Hope you didn't think I'd abandoned you," she beams, you shake your head and try not to lean away when she leans closer, peaking under the shadow of her hat, "Fuck you're cute. You got a sweetheart I need to be worried about?"
"No." You tell her quickly.
"No you're single or no I can take 'em?"
"I'm single," you let her tip your head back with two gentle fingers under your chin.
"Good, good girl." You mouth goes dry, and you think it isn't just the summer sun making your cheeks hot. She's not that much taller than you but her confidence makes her seem larger than life. "Come on then, let's enjoy the fair." Goose turns away from you, tugging you along behind her towards the festivities.
"We aren't going to-"
"Oh we are," she confirms, pulling you against her side as you walk, her fingers tightly laced with yours, "but I thought you might appreciate a little woo-ing first."
You very much do. You think she must've sensed you were nervous, because she makes every attempt at making you feel secure with her. She leads you through the fair with ease, treating you to fried goodies and barbecue, adjusting your stance with gentle touches when you take a turn at a shooting gallery. You make a valiant attempt at winning her a bear and end up with a shitty plastic top. She kisses your cheek with the same enthusiasm, and wins a bear for you in two clean shots.
The sun is setting when you finally get led towards the exit. You have to admit, you feel sufficiently wooed. You don't think you've ever had a date this attentive or fun. Even just talking to Goose as you walked around was a blast. She laughed at your jokes and told some horrendous ones in return, and now she was eagerly pressing you against the cab of an absolutely ancient pickup.
Her hand slides into your back pocket and drags you close, she cups your cheek as you wrap your arms around her shoulders and kiss her for all the trouble. Although given the way she smiles against your lips you think she must've had fun too. It certainly bodes well for you when she swipes her tongue against the seam of your lips. You wonder if you're too eager, shivering when she twists her tongue against your palette.
She slots her leg between yours and presses close, making sure you have no avenue of escape. As if you'd want to when she kisses you so hungrily. Her teeth catch your lip as she pulls back, nipping just to sooth the ache with another quick kiss.
"I know the saying is 'wear the hat, ride the cowboy,' but I can swing it either way you want." She murmurs, thumb rubbing your cheek, "Just give me the word, Sugar."
#woah shes bisexual bet you didnt know that#oc: goose#oc x reader#x reader#literally dont know what to tag this as... also wasnt sure what pronouns to use so its fairly nebulous aside from one good girl#fun Goose fact is that shes tall like 5'9“ or so#at least here#yall my sister says its weird u wanna fuck Goose since shes supposed to be a reader insert#but if u wanna fuck goose be my guest#she'll gladly take you home#cowboy!141#since thats my general cowboy tag
201 notes
·
View notes
Note
Omgg it was so good to see a notification from you!!! thank you so much for tagging me and also CONGRATULATIONS on 3k that's such a big achievement im so proud of you 💖💖💖 so since I'm currently putting together a loki fics recommendation post and I'd love to include your work so maybe you could do from fate of the faithful with the song tangerine from Led Zeppelin with a forbidden romance trope? Idk its been on my mind for a very long time and the 54th prompt from your list made me think of like r having an arranged marriage with thor while she's been secretly dating loki for a very long time and now they're trying to fix this mess they're in ? Perhaps with some heavy angst and a happy ending ? I don't knowww im the worst at making requests😭 anyway im sure id love to read whatever you may write but thats just some ideas. Again congrats can't wait to see what you come up with 💖
How It Used To Be
Pairing: Loki Laufeyson X fem!Reader
Summary: You and Loki are heartbroken when you are married off to his brother, Thor.
Warnings: Crying, secret romance, arranged marriage, yelling, kissing, arguing, Thor has a himbo realization moment lol
Word Count: 2.1k
a/n: i kinda went off topic in terms of going along with what that song is about i hope you like this anyways!
my 3k follower celebration!
the gif below does not belong to me
Loki truly considered the day of you and Thor’s wedding to be one of the worst days of his life. He had to stand by his brothers side as his best man and watch him put that ring on your finger. He was silent the whole ceremony, trying to focus on holding back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall down his face.
It was a beautiful summer day the day you and Thor got married but all Loki could think of was the moment you two had shared in this exact spot last summer. You and Loki had been dancing throughout the garden as the sun set, stopping you every once in a while to dip you down, making you smile every time he did.
And when he had brought you up for the last time that evening after dipping you, he pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and promised that he would marry you here someday, when the time was right. Now, you had to get married to someone who wasn’t him in the place he had promised to marry you.
Summer used to be so beautiful to Loki but now it all looked grey to him and all it brought was pain. This pain got worse the longer he had to stay at the wedding and watch you and Thor dance together for the first time as a married couple.
And when he was sure that everyone was paying attention to the two of you, he slipped away from the wedding and disappeared to his room in the palace. And once he was in the privacy of his bedroom, he let his tears fall while his chest moved quickly with every breath he took in and let out. Would he ever truly be able to be with you?
While he cried and gazed up at the stars outside his window, Loki cursed himself for falling for you so quickly. But it was so easy to fall in love with you, he couldn’t help it or stop it from happening. And now he had lost all remaining hope that he would get to love you freely without worrying about someone discovering what was going on between the two of you.
He just wished that people thought he was as good of a man as Thor, that way you would’ve never had to marry his brother in the first place and you wouldn’t have to hide your love either.
————————————
Later that night once the wedding had been over for a couple hours, Loki heard someone knock at his door. And he would’ve ignored them and attempted to go back to sleep if it wasn’t for the voice he had heard on the other side, yours.
“Loki? Can I come in? I really need to talk to you.” you whispered to him through the wood of his bedroom door, mentally hoping that you were loud enough and he heard you.
He then let out a soft sigh and got out of his bed, dragging himself over to his door. He quickly opened it and closed it behind you once you had entered, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you here. Especially after you just got married to his brother.
Your relationship and your love seemed years away now, like it was a dream and you never actually loved him. You were all he had and now you were married to his brother instead of him.
But little did Loki know, while he was suffering at your wedding so were you, trying so hard to hold back your tears just like Loki had been. You felt your heart break in your chest as you promised yourself to Thor, saying “I do.” when the priest had prompted you to.
And once you were within the privacy of Loki’s room,— still wearing your wedding dress — you finally let the tears you had been expertly holding back all day fall. You placed your hand over your mouth — trying to silence your cries — and Loki wrapped his arms around you, letting you press your face into his chest. Your makeup had already been taken off for you not long ago but you couldn’t wait any longer to see Loki so you sneaked out of you and Thor’s room when no one was paying attention and came here.
You looked up at him from your spot in his arms a few moments later, “I’m so sorry, Loki. I-If I had any say in this, I wouldn’t have married him, I would’ve married you. I love you and only you, I swear.” you quietly said to him, easily becoming a bit hysteric while you continued to cry and your breathing sped up.
You desperately needed Loki to know that you didn’t love Thor the way everyone had tried to make him believe. And in this moment, while you cried to him, he understood all of the pain you were also feeling.
He had been so wrong about you and your loyalty to him and he kind of hated himself for it if he was being honest. But now wasn’t the time for him to be insecure, he needed to be there for you and love you the way you deserve to be loved.
Loki then placed one of his hands on the back of your head, placing the other one on your back and brought you closer to his chest once more. He slowly rocked the two of you back and forth while he started to speak to you and you slid your face into the crook of his neck, “Shh, Shh, it’ll be okay, my love, I believe you. We’ll figure something out, I promise.” he said, causing your crying and breathing to slow down.
You nodded against his chest and looked up at him again, “Can I stay in here tonight? I don’t want to face my new reality quite yet. I want to pretend that everything is how it used to be, how it should be for a little longer.” you asked him, hoping that he would say yes. You really didn’t want to have to go back to Thor tonight.
He placed his hands on your face and gently tipped your head back, then pressed a passionate kiss to your lips. “Of course, my love.” he answered in between kisses, making you smile against his lips.
Loki then scooped you up into his arms bridal style and held you close to him while he walked back over to his bed. He slowly unzipped your dress for you after he had set you down on his bed — gently pushing it onto the floor — and he slipped the sleep shirt he had been wearing off of himself and onto you.
That night, you fell asleep in Loki’s bed, in his arms, truly happy while you laid there and pretended that it was Loki you had just married that day, not Thor.
————————————
The following morning, you were woken up by the sound of Loki and Thor yelling at each other in the office attached to Loki’s room as well as the cold temperature that had taken over the bed now that Loki had left it. You frowned at the sound of Thor belittling his brother and overall just being cruel to the raven-haired man.
You assumed that Thor had found you in Loki’s bed that morning and Loki had suggested that they talk in his office to avoid waking you up.
Your heart broke again, this time for your lover as you could hear all of the sadness, anger and desperation in his voice every time he yelled back at his Thor. So you swiftly got out of bed and headed over to Loki’s office, the door just slightly ajar.
You quickly pushed the door open then walked into the room, you looked at Thor first then spoke, “What the hell is going on here?” you sternly said,  immediately silencing their argument.
Thor’s eyes narrowed directly at you, prompting Loki to rush to your side, wanting to be close to you in case his brother tried to hurt you for going behind his back. Instead he spoke to you with a sarcastic tone, “Ah, (y/n)! Care to explain what you were doing sleeping in my brothers bed?” Thor asked as he slowly stepped closer to you and waved his hands about while he spoke, making Loki feel more protective of you.
You took a deep breath and steadied yourself before you explained yourself to him, “I have never loved you, Thor, you should know that, my parents chose for us to get married after all. Loki is the person I love, not you,” you said, pointing to Loki while he still stood at your side, “And if I had any say in it, I would’ve married him yesterday. I have loved him for years and I’m tired of hiding it. I’m tired of pretending like he isn’t my soulmate!” you yelled at Thor and he took a step back from you, processing what you had told him.
Thor had been led to believe that you did love him and your marriage had been arranged just because of tradition. But now that he knew the truth, all of the anger in his system quickly left and instead he felt sadness.
“Is this really how you feel, (y/n)?” Thor gently asked you while he furrowed his eyebrows.
You nodded and spoke to him again, “Yes, he’s all I’ve ever wanted. Loki is truly the person I want to spend the rest of my life with.” you confidently answered, your words telling Thor what he needed to do now.
Thor looked at you then Loki once again, “I’m so sorry, I’ve been such a fool and neither of you deserve the cruelty I’ve shown you. I’ll go speak to father right away and have our divorce put in place and make sure that your wedding will happen as soon as possible. I will make sure that the two of you get the future you deserve, even if father doesn’t agree.” Thor replied, taking off the weight that had been resting on both of your chests.
Loki then stood behind you and placed his dominant hand on your shoulder, the other resting at his side. “Thank you, brother.” he said and with that, Thor left the room and went straight to Odin. He wanted to make things right between the three of you now, he didn’t want to waste a single minute.
And once you two were completely alone in Loki’s office, you turned to face him and reached up to gingerly take his face in your hands, placing a kiss to his lips. You hoped that this kiss displayed all of the love you have for him and when he kissed you back, he hoped that his kiss would communicate the same thing.
When the two of you pulled away from each others lips a few minutes later, Loki softly rubbed his nose against your own, letting his forehead lightly rest on yours. “I love you, my sweet girl.” he said to you in this special moment like those words were a prisoner that had been set free, not caring anymore if anyone in the palace halls heard what he just said to you.
His sweet words made you softly smile at him, “And I love you, my sweet Loki.” you replied, causing him to smile with you while you both felt yourselves blush.
The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer when you eventually started to talk again, “Dance with me, Loki?” you asked him as you separated your face from his and gazed up into his emerald green eyes.
“Of course. You know how much I adore dancing with you, darling.” he answered, still smiling, reminding you of how he never gave up the chance to dance with you and feel you in his arms.
And while the two of you danced together, happy tears started to fall down to your cheeks, prompting Loki to stop moving right away. He placed one of his large hands on your cheek and lovingly wiped your tears away with his thumb, “What’s wrong?” he urgently asked you, his eyebrows furrowing again.
You simply smiled up at him, “We don’t have to hide anymore. We’re finally free to love each other without fearing what could happen if someone finds out.” you explaining, letting Loki know that these were happy tears on your face.
“We are, darling and I plan on letting everyone know how much I love you every chance I get.” he made known to you, that last bit of his statement making you grin.
You were truly his now and he would finally get the future with you that he had always wanted since the day he first met you six years ago. You two would actually get to spend the rest of your lives together and in love.
My 3k follower celebration!
Follow my library account to keep up to date with the things i write!
Navigation
#mollysolo’s 3k follower celebration#mollysolo answers#loki laufeyson#loki laufeyson one shot#loki laufeyson oneshot#loki laufeyson angst#loki laufeyson fluff#loki laufeyson x fem!reader#loki laufeyson x reader#loki laufeyson x you#loki laufeyson x y/n#loki laufeyson imagine#loki laufeyson masterlist#loki laufeyson fanfiction#loki laufeyson fanfic#loki laufeyson song fic#marvel#marvel fluff#marvel angst#marvel fanfiction#marvel fan fic#marvel x reader#marvel one shot#loki laufeyson fic#loki fanfiction#loki fanfic#tom hiddleston#mcu loki#loki x reader#loki
118 notes
·
View notes
Text
James finds out about Wolfstar.
~~~♤~~~
James woke up and dragged himself out of bed. He didn't bother with his glasses, it was too early to see anyways.
He walked to the bathroom and brushed his teeth, taking longer than usual to try to comb out his hair a little nicer today. (It didn't work)
When he got back out he headed straight for his trunk, pulling out his clothes for the day, he wondered if Lily would want to go for a stroll by the lake after-
"Shit-" A hissed whisper cut off his train of thought. He turned to see Remus standing on the other side of the room, a blanket wrapped around him.
He looked like a deer caught in headlights, not a usual expression for him.
"Moony?" James muttered, squinting, "What's wrong?"
Remus only threw a glance at Sirius' bed, his eyes wide.
James sighed and walked to his end table, slipping on his glasses.
"Holy-" His jaw dropped when he looked back at Remus.
Hickeys and bite marks covered his skin. His chest and neck were so full of dark splotches you couldn't quite tell what his usual color was supposed to be.
"Remus. What-" James gave a short, surprised laugh. Remus gave a terrified squeak and tumbled onto his bed, yanking the curtains closed around him.
James turned as Sirius stepped out of his own four poster, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Moons?" He mumbled, still half-asleep, "Love, you okay?"
"Oh fuck!" James laughed loudly, clamping a hand over his mouth.
Sirius, also with a neck full of hickeys, was wearing shorts that hung low on his waist. James could see the finger-shaped bruises on his hips peeking over the waistband. His thighs were covered in hickeys and bites like Remus' chest had been.
His hair was messy, adding to the Freshly Shagged look. His eyes finally found James and he jumped,
"Oh! Hey Prongs!" He laughed, scratching the back of his neck, "Goodmorning."
"Don't goodmorning me!" James called, pointing at Remus' bed, "Dude, what the fuck?"
"Oh." He looked at Remus' bed, then back at James, "Okay, yeah, I'm not awake enough for this conversation." He laughed.
James sputtered, watching as Remus slowly made his way back out of his bed, his eyes fixed on the floor.
"You two-" He gestured between them wildly, "You two are-"
"We're fucking." Sirius said bluntly, yawning, "And I'd really like to get back to it, we can talk about the engaged part at breakfast, yeah?"
James' eyes widened, "Engaged?" He shouted.
Remus looked about ready to throw up.
Sirius nodded slowly, as though he was speaking to a child, "Yes, y'know, 'Remus, will you marry me?' Engaged."
James turned to Remus, "You're engaged?" He asked again.
Remus closed his eyes and pulled a necklace out of the drawer of his end table. James noticed scratches covering his back that looked deeper than they probably should have been and threw a glare at Sirius who only smirked proudly.
The necklace held a white-gold band on the end of the chain,
"We've been wearing them under our shirts. We were planning to tell you but it just got... complicated."
"Wh-" James threw his hands up, "Y'know what? I'm going back to bed, I don't know how to deal with this."
Sirius smiled, "Great, c'mon Moons." He tugged Remus' hand eagerly back towards his bed. Remus threw an apologetic look at James on their way.
They came to breakfast the next morning with the rings on their fingers, showing them to all of their friends. James noticed they charmed their hickeys away too.
Peter took the news a lot better than he had, tearing up and hugging them. He congratulated them and told them how happy he was.
Lily, Marlene, Dorcas, Alice, and Frank all acted similar, happiness and tearful hugs. But no amount of outraged surprise.
"So nobody's going to ask how long they've been together?" James asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Peter paused,
"You didn't know? They've been together for ages."
Remus looked to him now too, frowning, "Wait, Prongs, I thought you were just upset at seeing us sleeping together."
James pinched the bridge of his nose, "You two have been dating, and I didn't even know?"
Sirius snorted, "Guess so, mate. I thought it was obvious."
"Yeah, James, they kiss like all the time." Marlene nodded.
"And the handholding?" Alice added, "I don't think they've stopped holding hands since third year."
"Didn't Pads literally sit in Moony's lap at breakfast yesterday?" Peter asked. Sirius nodded,
"Yeah." He smiled, unashamed.
James stared at them, shocked, "Well how come you never told me?"
Sirius sighed, "Fine, you know what, James. Next time I'll sit you down and have a talk with you, okay?" He offered.
James nodded, "Okay. Thank you." He picked up his toast as Sirius suddenly pointed at it,
"There's butter on that by the way." He said, smirking, "Just gonna start stating the obvious right away to get in the habit."
James rolled his eyes as the group broke out into laughter.
Needless to say, Remus and Sirius had been dating for years, and sleeping in the same bed for at least one of them.
James was... well, he was a little oblivious sometimes.
~~~♤~~~
#harry potter#marauders#marauders era#wolfstar#remus lupin#sirius black#remus x sirius#james potter#wolfstar headcanon#wolfstar textpost#wolfstar hc#james potter being oblivious#its kind of his thing#sirius black is a brat for sure#they all love him though
57 notes
·
View notes
Text
Molly Whuppie
Gardener!Yuu x Vil Schoenheit
Part 1
Part 2
An average night for the Schoenheit family.
Night time for the Schoenheit's was chaotic. Molly was sweet and as pretty as a doll but she was her mother's daughter.
Once all the dirt is scrubbed from her face and fingers you can see the bright rosy cheeks she had. She had enough freckles as a confetti cake has sprinkles and red curly hair that made the light around her give off an orange glow. Her eyes were like violets that matched her father's to the letter.
She was every bit of what Vil pictured when he heard his wife was with child. Especially when she was all cleaned up and dressed in the cutest nightgowns. Her hair was brushed and her teeth brushed and Molly was ready for bed. This was Vil's most precious moments of the day.
Yuu was already sitting on her bed with a book in hand. A book Vil recognized.
When Yuu was pregnant she began preparing for the future. She wrote a book for her unborn daughter; "Damsels Causing Distress"
Yuu was firm that even if Molly would be Vil's little princess she wouldn't be the kind that lets herself be one that needs to be saved. No princes to kiss you out of a coma for her girl.
Molly curled up to her mother's side. She loved being tucked in next to her chest almost as much as her papa. She smelled like wildflowers and lemongrass.
Molly could feel her papa laying on the otherside of the bed. He pulled the covers over her as her mother began her story.
"There were once 3 sisters who had no other family. The eldest was kind, the middle was talented, and the youngest girl was very clever. Her name was Molly Whuppie." Yuu read aloud.
"That's my name!" Milly gushed aloud her little hand reaching to grab Vil's hand as if to bring him over to see.
"Yes, it is. That's how you got your name Molly well that and another story about another Molly." Yuu remembered hating all the baby name books Vil poured over in an attempt to kind something perfect. It was only when Yuu started writing for the baby that the name was chosen.
The story went on as the girls met a giant woman who invited them to stay the night with her family. The giant husband wanted to eat the girls but clever Molly switched out the ropes on their necks for the gold chains on the giant's daughter's necks. She escaped with her sisters to the nearby king's palace and gave him the golden chains. But after she made it crossing the bridge no thicker than a hair she shouted.
"Twice more churl, I'll come to Spain!" Yuu said in a high picked and unwavering voice.
Molly cheered in excitement.
The king accepted and offered his eldest son's hand and marriage since the lad was taken with the kind eldest sister. At the weeding feast the king whispered to Molly.
"Say little Molly. You outsmarted that mean old giant. Could you do it again? The giant stole my sword. My middle son is fond of your talented older sister and would gladly take her hand. I will allow it if you helped me." Vil said in a very convincing impression of a king.
Molly nodded vigorously as she rolled over to face her dad. He loved it when he was in character.
Molly went back to the giant's house and stole the the sword that hung over the head of the giant and as she got it in hand she stepped on the giant's knobby head before sprinting to the bridge.
"Curse you Molly Whuppie! Never you come again! The giant yelled." Vil said in deep groveling voice.
Molly yelped and clung to her mama.
"Once more churl, I'll come to Spain!" Yuu responded in character.
During the wedding feast of the of the middle siblings the king whispered to Molly again.
"Molly Whuppie, you're the best of the best. Never has their been a girl like you. What I'd do to have a daughter like you. Not much I hope because you see my youngest son is more then fond of you and I'll let him propose to you if you help me. The giant's ring. If you get it then you can marry him." Vil said
Molly liked the prince as well and wanted to marry him. But even more she wanted to show that giant who's boss.
She pretended to get caught by him.
"Molly, Molly! I've got you now! Tell me Molly what you do to someone who has do to you that you have done to me!" Vil growled as Molly let out a giggle.
"Well churl, I'd throw them into a gunny sack with a dog, cat, scissors, with needle and thread. I'd hang that sack on a tree and find the biggest stick I can find. Then beat that sack to a bloody pulp." Yuu said as Vil gave her a dirty look. She didn't want Molly to get any nightmares.
The giant left after throwing Molly in a sack. As she hung in the tree she began to sing. She sang about all the treasures and wonders that were in that magical sack.
"Oh Molly dear, please show me what it is you see. Might you share with me? The giant's wife asked after she came by while hanging laundry" Yuu said softly like the giantess.
Molly said she would if she brought the giants ring. She did and Molly cut open the sake with scissors. She jumped out and pushed the woman in. She then used the needle and thread to sow it shut.
"Oh, Molly! You rotten girl! You tricked me! Let me out! She yelled but you couldn't hear her over the dog and cat yowling in the sack" Yuu scolded as her Molly giggled.
When the giant returned with a tree instead of a stick to beat her with. As she reeled back Molly felt a bit of sympathy and shouted.
"Good sakes man! Your wife is in there!" Yuu said in panicked voice. Both Milly and Vill laughed at her antics.
Molly bolted with the giant chasing like the hounds of hell nipped at her heels. She made it across the bridge of one hair again and raised her fist.
"Curse you Molly Whuppie! Never you come again. Never will I see your kind come to my land again, nor mine yours!" Vil growled lifting Molly in his arms.
"Never again churl, will I come to Spain!" Yuu said stealing Molly away into her arms and settling her back into her blankets.
Molly returned and married the prince and lived happily giant-less after.
"Yayyy!" Molly cheered as her body gave out her last hurrah as she began drifting off to sleep.
Her parents sighed in relief as they kissed her goodnight and slipped off to their bedroom.
(Anyways to the asker who hates when I add character descriptions to Yuu because "you wouldn't do that" or "its not inclusive for everyone" or "not all readers are like that. I don't like you, please go away. I don't write reader fics. Yuu is not You. You aren't meant to be them. Read other people's fics if you don't like mine. You don't pay me or even know me. You aren't entitled to my work. Everyone else have a nice day.)
#twisted wonderland#vil shoenheit x reader#vil schoenheit#twst vil#vil twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland vil#vil x yuu#gardener!yuu#twisted wonderland x reader
173 notes
·
View notes
Note
yes part 2 please, and of pen pals and how to kiss
Wish You'd Make Me Cry Pt. 2
I'm working on the other 2 rn as well. Should be out in a couple days if not today!
Pairing: Ellie Williams x reader
Warnings: Alcoholic Ellie, Cursing
Summary: Ellie realizes she's been taking her anger out on you, but is it too late to save your relationship?
Idea from the song : Wish You'd Make Me Cry by UPSAHL
*Not Proof Read* TLOU Masterlist
Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3
Pt. 3 on the way.
***** Third P.O.V. *****
Snow crunches beneath Ellie's tattered converses'. Anger and frustration seethe through her body, getting worse the more she thinks back on her conversation with Y/N.
'What the fuck does she mean. I do talk to her. I talk to her all the fucking time.'
Ellie yanks open the squeaky bar door. A few heads snap towards the direction of the sound, quickly turning away once they spot the angry woman. She's not one to mess with when angry.
Ellie takes a seat at her usual spot at the bar.
" Hey, Ellie. What can I get ya tonight? " Jesse greets.
" A drink. " She replies curtly. All she needs is a fucking drink. It's what helps her forget. It's the only reliable thing in her life. Alcohol doesn't lie and it sure as hell doesn't argue.
Jesse lets out a sigh. He can tell she'd had more than enough to drink already. " I don't know, Ellie..." He replies gently, not wanting to piss her off anymore.
Ellie looks up at the man. " Jesse, just get me a fucking drink, alright? I don't need you to do whatever the fuck you're doing. You're not my father. "
Jesse throws his hands up in surrender. " Whoa, calm down, Ellie. What the hell is wrong with you tonight? " He grabs a glass, against his better judgement, and pours a little moonshine into the glass. He passes it Ellie who immediately takes a sip.
" Fucking Y/N. " She mutters while wiping off her mouth. All her rage from the night seems to pour out uncontrollably. " I don't get what their fucking problem is. No matter what I fucking do I'm never right. I go on patrol, I come home and I want to relax, right? And all they wants to do is fucking talk about shit we've talked about a million times. It's always the same thing with them. ' How did this happen. ' " Ellie mocks Y/N. " ' How did it get this way '. I don't fucking know, Jesse. I honestly don't know. "
Jesse patiently listens to Ellie rant. He'd heard about the couples' marital problems from Y/N before, but never Ellie. Ellie's not one to share about their relationship.
Ellie takes a breath. " When I used to look at Y/N I felt this... " Ellie's brows furrow. " I felt this strong love. I felt like I couldn't breath without them. Like I'd die without Y/N nearby. Now...I constantly feel like I'm suffocating in my own home. And-and I don't know why. I don't know why I'm such a fucking cunt to Y/N. It's just whenever I see their face I feel so trapped. " Ellie finishes. Guilt rises in Ellie's stomach. She'd never admitted her feelings to anyone.
Jesse nods slowly. " Do you think that maybe this all started last year when you guys got married? " He asks, nodding to the small silver band around Ellie's finger.
Ellie looks down at the glimmering jewelry. She'd spent weeks looking for the perfect ring for Y/N. She'd learned pretty early on that Y/N wanted to get married, and she wanted to make sure she found the perfect ring. All she wanted to do was make Y/N happy.
Ellie thinks back to when she proposed, taking Jesses' words into deep consideration. Did this happen because they got married. Ellie hadn't been completely truthful when she'd told Y/N she didn't want to get married. In reality, she'd been pretty excited to propose. She just needed something to say she new would hurt Y/N.
" I don't know. " Ellie sighs while running a hand through her hair.
Jesse thinks before lowering his voice. " Do you think you could be taking your anger at Joel out on Y/N. "
Ellie hadn't thought of that. The week before Joel died Ellie found out what he did at the hospital. She was fucking livid. She didn't talk to him at all. She never got to say goodbye.
She never told Y/N.
Ellie decided to bury it. Joel wasn't here anymore so it didn't need to be addressed. At least that's what she thought.
Sure he'd sometimes creep into her thoughts at night. She'd wonder if he died thinking she hated him. She really didn't. She wondered if there was any way she could've saved him.
The easiest way to kill the thoughts was to drink. The memories seemed to blur when alcohol was involved.
Jesse takes Ellie's silence as an answer. " You need to talk to Y/N. You need to be honest and tell them what's going on with you. They don't deserve to be left in the dark because you don't know how to deal with your shit. That's not how relationships work. You're going to lose them if you don't get it together. " Jesse grabs the empty glass from in front of Ellie. " You're destroying yourself and your partner. "
Ellie's stomach sinks. She hadn't thought about how what she did to deal with Joel might have been affecting Y/N. All she wanted was a little relief from the never ending thoughts that raced through her mind.
With a groan, Ellie stands up. She needs to fix what she fucked up.
_____
All hopes of Y/N still being awake are immediately crushed as Ellie walks up to their dark house. She quietly opens up the front door.
She tosses her coat to the side before making her way to the couch. There's no way in hell Y/N would let her in the bed after what happened.
Ellie lets out a small sigh, trying to make herself as comfortable as possible. She needs to make this right.
_____
Sunlight pouring in from a the window wakes Ellie up. She sits up, immediately getting a headache. She makes her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. A small glimmer catches her eye. Ellie peers down across the counter at the silver object.
A ring. 'Y/N's ring.'
Ellie picks up the ring in confusion, flipping it over in confusion. She grabs the small paper underneath, her heart dropping as soon as she reads the words.
Ellie,
I'm done. I'm done fighting for whatever the hell this is. You're right, we never should've gotten married, especially not this young. We're not ready for this.
I've tried talking to you. I don't know what else to do. I don't know what the fuck I did to make you so upset all the time. You're free now, Ellie.
I'm sorry you felt pressured into marrying me. I really loved you, Els. I really did.
Y/N
Ellie really fucked up this time.
Ellie's heart begins to pound faster. She drops the ring and note onto the counter before bolting up the stairs. She pushes open the door with fear in her heart.
Empty.
Ellie opens up the closet to reveal your half empty and a suitcase gone.
" Fuck! " Ellie grabs her hair in frustration. " She sits on the end of the bed, staring down at her knees. " Fuck fuck fuck. " Panic runs through Ellies' head. 'Where the hell could they be?'
Suddenly a name pops into Ellie's head. 'Dina'
Ellie jumps up from the bed. She hurries out of the house, not bothering to lock it up. She needs to get to Y/N. She needs to fix what she fucked up.
She only hopes you accept her apology.
A few minutes later, Ellie arrives on Dina's porch. She knocks on the door, her foot tapping anxiously.
Hushed whispering pours out through the other side of the door. Ellie's heart clenches, hoping Y/N's at least here and safe.
The door opens up slightly to reveal Dina. She gives Ellie a tight, sympathetic smile. " Hey. "
" Is Y/N here? " Ellie rushes.
Dina's eyes fall back into the house. She hesitates for a second before responding with a head shake. " No. "
Ellie narrows her eyes. " Don't lie to me, Dina. I know they're here. I just need to talk to them. Please. Just-just let me talk to Y/N. "
Dina's eyes wander back into the house. " I'm sorry, Ellie. Y/N doesn't want to talk to you right now. "
Ellie lets out a sigh. " Yeah, I get it. Just...let them know I'm sorry. Please? I'm really fucking sorry. And I have a lot to talk to them. I know it might be too late but...fuck...I have to try. "
Dina nods and moves back to close the door. " I will. Bye, Ellie. "
Ellie watches as Dina disappears behind the door.
For the first time in months, the alcohol isn't here to shield her from her pain.
Sorry forgor to tag u . Do you guys want to be tagged? Lmk.
@octavias-next-meat-bite
#fanfic#fanfiction#ellie the last of us#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x reader#ellie x you#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie williams x female reader#ellie williams x plus size reader#ellie x fem reader#ellie x y/n#tlou 2#the last of us 2
99 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Do you want to know a secret?" Stede whispers in his hear, and Ed's mind is instantly in overdrive, goosebumps erupting all over his skin, knees going a little weak, and he's glad Stede at least had the decency to push him into a wall before he decided to scramble his entire brain.
He gives the tiniest nod, can't manage to get any words out.
"I love you, you nut. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Ed startles so badly at the words that he almost headbutts Stede again by accident.
"None of this means anything to me without you." Oh god, there's more? "What would I want with fame and fortune if I couldn't share them with you? I already left everything I owned behind once, Ed. I'd do it again in a heartbeat if keeping it meant losing you."
Ed started crying at some point during his speech and he barely even noticed. His mind is flooding with Stede and love and Stede loving him enough to give up the entire world for him. For Ed. Not Blackbeard, not the legend but the man. All he's wanted since he woke up from his trip to the gravy basket is to be warm and safe and stop having to work so fucking hard for everything. And here Stede is, offering himself heart and soul, all of Ed's wildest fantasies coming true before his eyes.
"Marry me." Stede says next.
Ed gasps.
"What-"
He needs clarification, needs to know if he's hallucinated this entire conversation and those two words in particular, manifested them out of thin air just from how badly he wants to hear them.
"Marry me, Ed. Let's spend the rest of our lives together. We can do whatever you want, keep sailing or retire or run away to fucking China after all. We can figure it all out together. We'll discuss it over tea and draw up an entire plan. This isn't a whim for me." He's staring intently into Ed's eyes, so fucking earnest that Ed can't do anything but believe him, believe he means everything he said and he won't panic this time and leave him stranded with all this love in his hands.
They'll discuss it over tea, ha. Ed's marrying a madman. Because he will marry him, come hell or high water. He'll put a ring on Stede's finger and say his vows and tie their whole lives together as tightly as their bodies are right now.
"Yes," he says, smile radiant on his lips.
"Yes!" Stede cheers. And this time there's no running away unless it's hand in hand towards their shared future.
#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#ofmd#our flag means death#my fic#i blame the beatles for this#also david jenkins
60 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
chunkycharlii
Chunky Charlii 💋🔥
hesen71
أيها الشوق اتفقنا أن تلوي مشاعري
darkwingeddreamer
Aimless
randannanner
Smile More in Bananaworld
