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selineram3421 · 4 months

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*writing down taglist* Dodadoo, that's a lot.

Hissy Kitty

Part 1

Prologue

Alastor X Reader

Warning!⚠

⚠ cussing, bold italics = sound affects, italics = thoughts, catnip, cat demon reader doing cat things, hehe ⚠

Husk stared with a scowl behind the bar at the red deer demon standing a little too close to you.

Its been a week and that piece of shit would not stop touching you. Placing a hand on your shoulder, grabbing your hand, and even patting you on the head. The last part he's seen the asshole do more often after noticing you purr at the action.

"You've done a wonderful job! I know Niffty appreciates the extra help.", the Radio Demon grinned.

"Are we going to do anything about the ripped up wallpaper?", you asked, looking at one of the lobby walls with peeling wallpaper.

"Don't worry about those. I'll take care of them soon.", the red demon waved it off and pat your head.

Purrrrprrrrrr

"Hands off you slimy fuck!", he threw a bottle at the deer.

Alastor easily dodged and made a tsk noise of disappointment.

"Honestly Husker, you must stop throwing bottles."

You just crossed your arms and sighed. "I'll take my break now."

Husk brought out a cup and a bottle onto the counter, opening it up and waiting for you to notice what drink it was. Not a second later you gravitated towards the bar with dilated pupils.

"Is that..", you mumbled, staring straight at the bottle.

"That's right."

The cat demon flipped off the deer, who was already walking up to the both of you.

"And what is this beverage?", he asked, tapping his fingers on the bar counter.

"Its my favorite.", you whispered, still staring at the bottle. "Husk, hurry up and pour the damn drink."

Your brother chuckled and poured the liquid into the cup, watching in amusement as you snatched it once he lifted the bottle back up.

"Enjoy you gremlin.", he said while putting away the bottle.

The cup was empty a second later.

Alastor was curious.

What is that? Why did the drink have their full attention like that? What a funny reaction.

"Can I have another?", you asked.

"No.", Husk said without a beat, cleaning the cup you used.

"Awwwwwwww!", you whined and rested your head on the counter. "Pleeeeeeeeaaase?"

"No."

Alastor felt his eye twitch at your pouting face.

"I don't see a problem with having another drink.", the deer commented.

You perked up immediately and looked over to the red dressed demon, ears pointing towards him and Husk's ears going back.

"I'm saying no for a reason.", Husk warned.

The Radio Demon rolled his eyes and had his shadow retrieve the bottle.

"I'll take care of whatever problems they cause.", he laughed and swiped the cup from the cat, pouring another drink. "Sound fair?"

"I'm gonna need that in writing."

In writing? He thought placing the filled cup on the counter. Why would that be necessary?

"Surely nothing bad could happen.", he laughed the bartender's concern off and looked towards the cup, only to find it empty.

Alastor looked towards where you were standing and also found that spot empty.

"Better start running deer boy.", Husk said taking the cup. "They have a knack for causing all kind of hell."

Before the Radio Demon could ask what the cat meant, there was a shout from the kitchen.

"WHO ATE ALL OF MA POTATO SALAD!?"

Alastor quickly wrote up a small deal, promising to take care of any problem you might cause while under the influence of the strange beverage.

There's nothing too serious. He thought as he went walking around the hotel to find you. Just minor little things like eating Angel's potato salad and scratching up some couches.

He walked into a common room.

Nothing too bad.

CRASH

Both of you made eye contact after you pushed a cup off of the table you were perched on.

"Dear, I'd advise you not to make anymore mess. I'll have to clean it up later."

Ignoring him, you slowly pushed another glass.

"No.", he said in a warning tone.

You stopped and stared at him for a moment before continuing.

"Oh for the love of-", he sighed as the other glass broke. "Fine. Let's do something about your current state.", he walked over to you.

It didn't even take a second for you to shift into a full on cat and dart out of the room.

Now I see what Husker meant.

"This is going to take a while."

Husk watched with a smug grin and took a sip from his bottle.

"No! Get down from there!", the Radio Demon ran over to the middle of the lobby.

You were on the chandelier.

"Oh yeah, they like tall places.", Husk pointed out.

"What in the devil was in that drink?", Alastor said, trying to use his tendrils to get you down.

All you did was swat and paw at the dark things. Moving out of the way and scratching.

"It's catnip tea."

There was a record scratch.

Alastor felt his eye twitch at how obvious it was.

"Figures."

The cat demon felt a little better that he got you to be a problem for the deer. Maybe after this the smiling fuck would leave you alone. Then he'd finally get some peace.

"Husk? What the fuck is going on?", Vaggie walked over, gesturing to what was happening in the lobby.

"Nothing much, just my sibling giving the deer a hard time.", he responded.

There was a crash.

The chandelier having fallen and you running off again.

"Damn!", the red demon snapped his fingers, bringing up some creatures to clean up the mess before going after you.

"Can I watch?"

"Be my guest."

The two watched as the deer demon chased you around the hotel. Trying and failing at getting a good hold on you. After a few hours, Husk and Vaggie left, having been satisfied with all the random shit you did to keep the smiling demon occupied.

Alastor, having run around the hotel all day was tired and had his shadows chase you instead.

Walking over to the couch with the least amount of scratches, he sat down with a tired sigh and leaned back into the cushions.

"Never again.", he told himself.

There were growls and hissing coming from the other side of the lobby, no doubt you scratching the shadows that tried to grab you.

"Do be gentle, there can't be any fur out of place.", Alastor told the shadows as he rubbed the side of his head.

I'll have to go over our original deal later. He thought about the first contract he had Husker sign.

It got quiet for a moment and he saw that you had torn apart his shadows.

"How did you do that?", he asked as you trotted over and jumped up on the couch.

Even now you were still a little cat, fully embracing your cat side.

"You are a menace, you know that?", he said to you, watching as you 'made biscuits' on one of the pillows.

I didn't know you could cause such chaos. Though you did end up in Hell so that should have said something. He thought and leaned his head back, closing his eyes from being tired and up all day.

Then he felt a weight on his lap.

Snapping his eyes open and looking down, he found you resting like a loaf of bread.

"All I had to do was sit down..", he said annoyed before just giving up. "Alright, alright. You have the honor of besting the Radio Demon."

You were comfortable, eyes closed and adjusting just a bit before staying put.

Such a calm thing when they aren't running about. He thought and started to pet your head, which had you purring immediately.

"You know, I never liked dogs. And with you I can see myself being a cat person."

His hand was yanked back by the wrist.

"You better get your fucking hands off of them!", Husk yelled. "They aren't your fucking pet. This is your last warning."

You had run off and hid from the barking cat.

"They had just settled down.", Alastor said and turned to look at your brother, pissed. "￦h¥ wθμ|d y¤U rμ¡n +h@t?"

"Oh calm your ass down.", Husk took out a bell and dropped it, letting it roll on the floor.

You pounced on it and started messing with the ringing ball.

"You think I don't know how they act? I spent years taking care of them before officially becoming an overlord."

"This would have been useful information earlier.", the deer snatched his hand back.

The cat demon rolled his eyes and went to pick you up along with the ball before turning back to look at his boss.

"I just wanted to see you annoyed.", Husk smiled, walking over to the stairs to take you to your room.

"And stop touching them. Read our fucking contract you dumbass. You're not supposed to lay a hand on anyone I genuinely care about."

Alastor stayed for a moment longer before shadow traveling to his hotel room, going over to his desk and rummaging through it for the contract.

"Where is the blasted old thing.", he mumbled, going through his papers before remembering he could snap it into his hands. "Looks like I really am tired."

He did just that and looked over the contract, skimming through it until he reached the part about protection.

"No touching, holding, dancing or any unnecessary physical contact with any demon I, The Gambling Demon, deem important enough to care about. This includes any blood relatives still alive in Hell."

The Radio Demon laughed.

What a clever cat.

"Let's see where I can find a loophole.", he grabbed a pen to take notes.

Let the game begin.

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Part 2

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bad268 · 6 months

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hope you’re having a great dayy :)) wondering if you could do one for paul aron in a situation like sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy whipping up breakfast in the kitchen, catching them by surprise smth like that? just fluff cause I rarely see stuff for paul 😢 tysm!!

Morning Surprises (Paul Aron X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (thank you for being patient and tbh i was 🤏 this close to changing it to Ralf. idk why but I'm on my Ralf arc rn, I'm gonna start writing for Ralf so send it in <3)

Warnings: shirtless Paul (need I say more?)

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1101

Summary: Sleepy hugs in the morning. What's not to like?

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(@/Paul's insta from February 23, 2023)

It was too early to function, in your opinion. Half seven in the morning may seem late to people like your race car driver boyfriend, Paul, but to you, it was too damn early to function. Rolling over in bed to hide in Paul’s side, you notice he’s not there. In fact, he had not been there for a while since his side was completely cold.

You groaned as you got out of the warm blankets and found one of Paul’s many sweatshirts lying around before throwing it on. You walk out of your room and are met with a familiar smell, but you can’t tell exactly what it is in your drowsy state.

You walk into the kitchen and see Paul standing over the stove. He was wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt as he was making what looked like a burnt egg. You held your breath as you crept up behind him before snaking your arms around his waist quickly, causing him to quickly look back at you leaning against his back.

“Are you trying to kill me?” You mumbled as you laid your head on his shoulder, already planning to fall back asleep. “That looks burnt. I don’t think Gigi would approve.”

“I tried, okay?” He chuckled as he dumped the burnt eggs into the trash and began a new omelet. Once it started cooking, he took one hand off the skillet (skrittle) to rest it against your arm. “Are you falling asleep again? Or have you died?”

“I mean my heart is still beating. Only for you of course,” You joked halfheartedly, leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him. “I was planning on going back to sleep. You’re just too comfy, but I don’t want to leave you alone and risk burning the apartment down.”

“You’re so cheezy, I love you,” He teased, leaning over to press a small kiss to your forehead. He turned his attention back to the omelet just in time to flip it are the right time, and it landed back in the pan perfectly.

“You’re so domestic. I love you,” You joked back, pulling away to make you both cups of coffee/tea and set them at the table. “So what’s the plan for today?”

“As far as I know, we have nothing planned,” he replied, dishing up the omelet he made to share with you as he also grabbed some fruits he had cut up earlier before sitting next to you at the table. “We can do whatever you want.”

“That’s a slippery slope, Aron. Don’t give me that much power.”

That night, Paul was pulled into a last minute mandatory call with Toto Wolff and Mercedes about who knows what at this point. You took it upon yourself to make dinner, one of Paul’s favorites. He was pacing around in the living room as you busied yourself in the kitchen.

You were just pulling it out of the oven when he ended the call, and you just set it down when he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up. He spun you around in a few circles, causing you both to laugh before he placed you back on your feet as you turned in his arms.

“I assume it was a good call?” You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both made eye contact. His only response was to pull you close and kiss you hard, leaving no room between you. Despite not wanting to pull away, he pulled back with a huge smile on his lips. “Wow, that good, huh?”

“Guess who has a seat in F2 next season!” He exclaimed, tightening his hold on your waist as he bounced back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still.

“Hmm, let me guess. Dino?” You teased, causing his face to fall in mock offense as he froze entirely. You laughed at his expression before going back on your word, “No. Definitely not. I’m pretty sure it has to be Zak!”

He gaped at your exclamation as he rolled his eyes, “No. You’ve got one last guess.”

“Oh, one last guess? I better guess…” you hesitated in mock joking again to get a raise out of him, “Ralf?”

“Oh, you’re just fucking with me!” He shouted, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug again, swinging you around once again. “It’s me! I’m getting a seat!”

“I couldn’t tell!” You laughed as you tightened your hold on his shoulders. He set you down with a sharp glare as you smiled back at him. “I’m kidding. I figured as much. That’s why I made your favorite food.”

It was too early to function, in your opinion, but you would not dare to oversleep on a day like today. Today was Paul’s first day in Formula 2, and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed.

You carefully crawled out of bed, struggling to release Paul’s arms from your torso, and snuck out of the room. You made it to the kitchen where Ralf was making oatmeal or something already.

“How did you get in here?” You whisper shouted as you walked toward Ralf. “I was going to make him breakfast in bed. You ruined my surprise, Ralf!”

“I have a key, did you forget?” Ralf chuckled as he set two bowls in front of you. “You can take it to him. I’ll hide out here and make the protein shakes.”

“Let me check on him first. I’ll bring him out here,” You responded, turning around and heading back into your shared room to find Paul not in the bed. You looked around and saw the light in the bathroom on as well as the sound of the shower turning off. You gave him a couple of seconds before walking in, seeing him with a towel around his waist as he ran his hand threw his blond locks. You walked up behind him as he finished pulling on his boxers and jeans, wrapping your arms around him as he did so. “You’ll never guess who broke into the apartment.”

“Gigi or Ralf? My money’s on Ralf,” he laughed, leaning back into your embrace.

“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!” You replied in mock enthusiasm, jumping up to place a kiss on his cheek, immediately feeling the roughness. You pulled back quickly and made a face at Paut through the mirror, “Dang, you need to shave. I’m going to eat the food Ralf made!”

With that, you left him to finish up in the bathroom as you got started with your day.

~~~~~

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jaidens · 9 months

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could i request a bradley bradshaw fic inspired by the song “timeless” by taylor swift? the line “and u were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless” reminds me so much of him 😀

you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine we would've been timeless

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : requests are open! ty for the request

When the letter came into the mailbox, underneath junk mail and scattered bills, sat the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School letter.

It made you cover your mouth and shake your head, as you hear Bradley throwing baseballs outside in the backyard. Giggles and laughing that peer from your daughter and her friend that came over.

It would have killed Bradley to know he had to leave once more. After a successful mission, Bradley told you what he had to do. The Navy was offering him the job as an instructor for the fleets. However, coincidentally, you had given birth and he was on paternity leave for those weeks, successfully missing the letters.

Now, there was no way to get out of it.

Walking over to Bradley, seeing him shirtless as he helps Nick get his pitching position correctly.

“Bradley,” You call, attempting to get just his attention. “Bradley!”

Bradley flips his view from Nick to you, eyebrows crossing together in worry. “Yeah, honey?”

“Can I talk to you? Privately.” Bradley nods and follows you into the house. You sit down at the couch and there sits the letter, as you burn your eyes at it. Bradley looks, understandably, worried as he sits next to you and lets his hand fall against yours. “I was looking through the mail today. And—and I saw this.” Picking up the letter and handing it to him, you cover your face and you see Bradley read the paper.

He opens it with his thumb and pulls out the folded paper. Bradley reads it and says the other part aloud. “...and in reasonable consideration, we will see you on the 1st day of September.”

Bradley drops the paper against the wooden coffee table. His hand goes to cover his mouth as he stares at the paper. “That’s tomorrow. The damn Navy decided to tell me this today, when I'm leaving tomorrow.” He can't look at you.

“We’ll get ice cream tonight, let the kids stay up, and we'll write you notes to look at. You'll be fine.” You scoot closer to your husband, hand holding onto his, and you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I know. It just really sucks. Six months away from my babies, you, my whole life is out here.” Bradley turns his head to look at you, eyes welling with dangerous tears that fall when be blinks.

“We’ll be fine. Everything will work out.” You comfort and you hug him. The gentle feeling of him as he wraps around you tightly.

—

The day comes at 11:30 in the morning. Bradley is standing there, holding his bag against his shoulder as he is practically crying. Nick holds on tightly to his dad's leg and Caroline is in his arms as she kisses his cheeks.

“I'll be home before you guys know it.” Bradley says to Caroline and Nick while he kisses her head softly. The warm San Diego air is pulling you back to your car and in the AC, but you can't leave Bradley for all that you pull. “Swear.”

“I’m gonna miss you. Don't get hooked on any bar girls. Still mine honey." You hear the sound of the plane starting and you hit his chest. “You come home to me you hear that?” You lay against him as he sets Caroline down. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you.

“Swear I'll come home to you. No bar girl is gonna take me away from you. You don't get stolen either honey.” You laugh with him and steal kisses from him. His lips envelop you as they begin to call any pilots to the ship. “I’ll see you honey." He grabs his stuff off the ground and he starts walking towards everyone.

“You come home to me, Bradshaw!”

“I will honey! Swear on my dead body I will.”

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psshaw · 3 months

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You have been one of the most unapologetically yourself artists Ive come across and I dont mean that in the cliche way I mean like... your idiosyncrasies seem particularly unstifled. Your art is purely yourself and the mainstream isnt gonna go for it but the audience you do speak to gets to feel like an alien finding someone else from their homeland. AI image gen feels like a beautiful cake with flowery frosting and when you cut into it its actually frosting all the way down and has nothing of substance. I obviously can speak only in metaphors lol so I just wanted to say I appreciate reading your thoughts on AI and tho I feel strongly abt it I have a hard time putting exacting words to what about it is so worrying to me. As an artist it energizes me when I see artists who are wildly unique and expressing themselves without a care to their skill limitations or personal strangenesses (read: mainstream unmarketability). Manga artist ONE and his charming and funky style is a great example. Anyway I love your thoughts and wanted to say thanks and also throw words at you

FUCKIGN DAMN DUDE, ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY? Why is the weather getting misty on my face specifically. Thank you. My most contentious trait is that I keep forgetting to care what people want from me.

It's really interesting following people who are very honest but more mathy than me, because the way they talk about art and AI lately has gotten... increasingly callous. Even bitter. It's partly justified, because artists tend to suck at defending themselves charismatically. ("AI art isn't real art"; the "AI can't do hands" thing was always destined to age badly) But also, I can't stand the sheer selfishness of people who claim to be rational but don't seem know how to investigate what art at its best is for and why they view it the way they do. When I read "AI is great for hobbyists" I'm like. 95% of the time, I'M A HOBBYIST... I would never generate a script, or music... javascript maybe, but I'd feel guilty about it... but the excitement? I think some guys are just looking to suckle on a feeding tube. Cos they were done a disservice by thinking they had to stop visual art after fingerpainting!

I don't think AI NEVER has substance, but the type of person who gets excited about AI doesn't tend to do interesting things with it. And what really bothers me is that I can never tell exactly WHAT they did, versus how much was a coin flip. This is useless for understanding your voice as an artist. I don't care to see more by you.

ONE is a perfect example. His style MAKES that story. The manga and the anime feel so different. That's why I hate when people say that hating AI is discriminating against people who can't draw, cos like... if you can't make something intentional and real without using what's functionally a search engine, why would I believe you're having ideas worth the cliche conceptartdotcom overrendered AI polish at all? Not to be a dick, but like. In terms of rate of return on my attention investment, so far I'd do better by sitting at a craps table.

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thedevilinmybrain · 10 months

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prompt in case you do fuckfest friday: their sex tape leaks. louis thinks harry is gonna freak out but he ends up being really into it

"Okay, baby, it's bad. Like, bury our phones in the garden, escape the general public for a few years bad, I'll admit." Louis has both of his hands up, placating, not sure if it's in his best interest to touch Harry or not. It was his phone, his fucking stupid phone that he set down at the pub and walked away from. His phone that he had unlocked because he was better at not losing it these days. Or so he thought.

"Hm," Harry hums noncommittally. Before him on the kitchen table, there is a long row of gifs posted and reposted over and over on tumblr. The video has only been leaked for little over an hour, but people are fast.

"And I feel it only appropriate to remind you of our vows. I mean, you said it yourself, through good and bad. Through heaven and hell." Louis can feel that frantic energy starting to inch up his spine, panic setting into the very marrow of his joints. "I love you and we're standing on that very expensive rug you just had to have from Germany. So, if you're going to go for brutal murder, should we at least move to the kitchen? You wanted to remodel in there."

"I really do have great legs." Harry sighs, scrolls for a moment where there are a set of four gifs. It's Louis taking him from behind, arms flexing in the dim light of their LA bedroom, the sweat highlight the cut of muscle. Harry is on his knees, back arched, thighs twitching every time Louis slams in.

"Wh-What? I mean, yeah. Of course you do. I've been saying that for literally years but-" Louis sputters, moves to stand beside him, staring down at the laptop. "Baby, you're not-"

"I mean, Brad and I really have been working on toning, not just bulk, you know? And I think it's been paying off." Harry points to the cut of his hamstring as Louis fucks into him, the muscle spasming. "Like that is pretty damn impressive."

"Our sex tape just got leaked and all you can worry about it how good you look in it?" Louis asks slowly, eyes roving from the scene playing out in front of him - another gif, this one of Harry's blissed out face, eyes glassy, as he stares up at Louis, mouth already open.

"I mean, of course I'm worried. But what are we going to do? It's already out. And besides, a little gay sex can be written off. I mean, it's bohemian." Harry flips his hand up, dismissive. "Tom Hardy has had loads of gay sex, even admitted to it too, and next to Cillian he's practically Nolan's favorite."

"I mean, it's Tom Hardy." Louis agrees, nodding his head.

"And I'm Harry Styles. And you're Louis Tomlinson." Harry laughs a little, turning to throw his arms over Louis' shoulders, pulling him close. "We'll be fine. Or it won't. I'm okay with disappearing for a while. As long as it's with you, then everything will be alright."

#fuckfest friday #larry

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lomllover · 1 year

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grammys day

summary: y/n and harry are there to support each other at the grammys

warnings: so much fluff omg

pairings: husband!harry x fem!reader

word count:

"Y/N and Harry over here, to your right!!"

"Jesus, they're so loud and demanding." Harry said loud enough so only you could hear which made you let out a giggle.

"That's their job, H." You turned to look at him and picked up your dress with one hand and held his hand in the other. "Lets keep going, yeah?"

As the pictures went on, the more Jeff nagged the both of you to hurry up otherwise you’d be late for your performance and Harry would be late for his. “Jeffery, calm down its gonna be okay.” You jokingly reassured him and climbed into the limo. “H, let’s take a picture.” You handed Jeff your phone to take a picture and smiled at Harry as he pressed a kiss to your cheek then made you face him so he could kiss you on the lips.

Jeff made a fake gagging noise and you flipped him off while still kissing your husband. “Okay okay, I think I got the picture. You can stop kissing now.”

“Now before we move onto our next performance by Y/N Styles, I’m here with her incredible husband, Harry Styles!” Trevor said and the audience clapped. “I mean what can you say about this man that hasn’t been said, huh? Incredible album.. Mind blowing tour. What is it? 15 nights at MSG AND the Forum? Women throw their panties at this man,” He pretended to throw something, “And he puts them on and he looks better in them than they do.”

You were watching backstage and could tell Harry was very uncomfortable but what Trevor said next really made your blood boil.

“Easily the worlds sexiest man! Are you- There’s no competition! Sex. Symbol. Of the globe. Especially now that they’ve killed off the green M&M, no competition. R.I.P. This is the room, people. We’ve got LA’s very own Y/N Styles joining us now performing her hit song, Lavender Haze!” He finished and you smiled as everyone turned their attention to you. You had on a new dress since your other one was definitely too big to preform in.

The music started to play and you looked over to where Harry was sitting and gave him a small wave. The intro of the song started and you took a deep breath then began talking. “Grammys! How are we tonight??” You asked and the crowd cheered.

“Staring at the ceiling with you. Oh, you don’t ever say too much.”

“And you don’t really read into my melancholia.” You moved off the main stage just like you had rehearsed and moved over to the center stage because that’s where Harrys table was by and obviously you wrote this song about him. “I’ve been under scrutiny.. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me.”

Those were important lines to you because after being not being in the public eye for as long as Harry, they obviously tried to cancel you for everything little thing but Harry didn’t care, that wasn’t the Y/N he knew and loved.

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride." You held up your ringed finger. "The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying, they're bringing up my history. But you weren't even listening," The lights went purple and there was fog surrounding the stage. "I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say." You looked around the room and saw everyone standing up dancing. "No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me." You loved that line. Everyone always expected you to stay home, give Harry babies, and make him a nice warm dinner to come home to every night. But that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted your own career. Obviously you wanted kids as well but that was for the further in the future and Harry absolutely understood where you were coming from.

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral." Harry smiled brightly and mouthed 'I love you' to you which made you blush like a teenage girl. "Get it off your chest.. Get it off my desk,"

"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest," You spoke that line instead of singing it. "Get it off my desk!" You moved back to the main stage and everyone cheered loud. "Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"Get if off your chest... Get it off my desk."

"That lavender haze, I just wanna stay." You moved back to where you originally started off at on the stage.

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze." You bowed as you caught your breath then left the stage.

"That was so amazing, Y/N!!" You heard someone shout as you walked back to your dressing room.

"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!" You called back and checked your phone to see all of your family members had texted you.

Mom

"Good job, honey!! You did amazing!"

Dad

"Can't believe my baby is all grown up, we love you Y/N"

Y/S/N

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"Good job, sissy. We were all cheering you on!"

Haz <3

"You did absolutely amazing, my love. I'll be in your dressing room in just a few xx"

He wasn't lying when he said that because a couple of minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. "Hey, do you mind getting that? I'm trying to get changed." You called out to your manager from the bathroom.

"And the Grammy for best pop vocal album goes to... Harry Styles, Harry's House!" JLO announced and Harry his his face behind his hands.

“Harry you did it!!” You stood up with him and hugged him tightly.

“Holy shit, Y/N.” He hugged you back and pulled away after a moment to hug everyone else.

Harry took the Grammy in his hands and took a deep breath. “Wow.. Thank you so much, this album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life, from writing it with my best friends and my wife, to playing it for you, it’s the greatest joy. I’d like to thank Rob, Jeffery, Tom, Tyler, Tommy, Tom, and Y/N. Thank you to everyone who inspired this album, thank you to all my family and friends. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you.”

You cheered with Lizzo as loud as you both could and smiled when Harry made his way back down to you. “There’s my Grammy winning husband!!” You pressed a big sloppy kiss right over his dimple and wrapped his arms around his neck. “How’s it feel to know you have two whole Grammys now?”

“ ‘S amazing, sweetheart. I believe your category is coming up next.” He winked at you and your face turned red.

“Oh gosh please don’t remind me. I’m so nervous.” Your eyes grew wider as you both sat down.

“Here are the list of nominees for song of the year,

As It Was, Harry Styles.

Break My Soul, Beyoncé.

Just Like That, Bonnie Raitt.

About Damn Time, Lizzo.

Lavender Haze, Y/N Styles.”

“And the Grammy for song of the year goes to,” Jill opened the envelope and smiled. “Y/N Styles, Lavender Haze!!”

You stared at your champagne glass and you felt Harry gently shake you to get you to stand up. You looked up at him and let out a shaky laugh. “Oh my god.. Is this actually happening?” You asked him and he pulled you in for a hug.

“It’s actually happening, darling.” He pulled away. “Now go up there and get your award!”

You did as you were told and looked back at the screen to make sure it was actually your face up there. “Wow.. I didn’t have anything prepared because honestly I didn’t think I’d win. I mean I was up against Beyoncé and Lizzo, why on Earth would I win this?” You looked at the award in your very shaky hands. “Holy shit. Thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this song. Thank you to Harry for being my inspiration for this entire album, really. I wouldn’t be here without you, H. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You walked off the stage and went back to your table.

Trevor started talking again through the microphone and you stared at your hands in shock. “Oh my god, Harry. I just won a fucking Grammy.” You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

Harry pulled your chair closer to him and placed a kiss to your temple as you leaned into him. "Mum wants a picture of both of us with our awards, are you up for one right now?" He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

You nodded and watched as he handed his phone to Lizzo then helped you stand up.

"Okay smile!" Lizzo said and you both held your Grammys up to the camera with a huge smile. "Perfect, I took like a thousand."

It was the last category of the night, Album Of The Year, and man were you nervous. It was such a tough category against many talented artists but you kept reassuring Harry that he was going to win. "When you win, we're gonna go celebrate like there's no tomorrow." You ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck.

"Okay everyone, we're on in 5 seconds!" You heard someone say through the speakers and you put your phone in your handbag.

Trevor stood on the stage and smiled brightly. "To wrap the evening up, we have DJ Khaled and John Legend performing for us tonight but before that, we have one final category, Album Of The Year! Lets take a look at the nominees."

"Harry's House, Harry Styles.

Voyage, ABBA.

30, Adele.

Un Verano Sin Ti, Bad Bunny.

RENAISSANCE, Beyoncé.

Good Morning Gorgeous (Deluxe), Mary J. Blige.

In These Silent Days, Brandi Carlile.

Music of the Spheres, Coldplay.

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, Kendrick Lamar.

Special, Lizzo."

"And the Grammy goes to..." He smiled and opened the envelope. "Harry Styles!"

Everyone started cheering and you practically jumped out of your seat and hugged Jeff as tight as you could before pulling away after a moment and looking at Harry who had his face in his hands. "H! You did it, H!" You helped him stand up and then pressed a kiss to his lips.

He returned the kiss and then after hugging everyone, he made his way top onto the stage with you, Kid Harpoon, and Tyler. He took the award in his hands and smiled. "Shit! I mean-shit! Man.. Um, I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone, and I think on nights like tonight, its obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such this as best in music. Um-I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these. This is really, really kind. I’m so, so grateful. I’m gonna pass it over to my collaborators who are- I’m just so uh, this doesn’t happen to people like me very often and this is so, so nice. Thank you very, very much." He handed the Grammy to Tyler and pulled you into a tight hug.

“I love you so much.” He wiped his tears on your dress and pulled back to admire your face.

"I love you so much more."

After you went home, showered, and got changed into comfier clothes, you and Harry headed over to Jeff’s house to hang out. Now you both were sitting on the couch with you in between Harrys legs with a wine glass in your hand.

“Okay but can we just talk about Y/N’s killer performance?” Jeff asked which made everyone look over to you.

“Oh gosh, my earpiece wasn't working at first and then they turned the lights purple and turned on the fog machine too soon and it was so embarrassing. They were supposed to wait until after I sang ‘I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.’” You sighed and took a sip of your wine.

“Well you did amazing either way, my love. And you won your first ever Grammy!” He rested his hands on your stomach underneath your Forest Green Pleasing sweatshirt and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

You put your wine glass on the coffee table and flipped over so your chest was pressed against Harrys and you closed your eyes.

Harry noticed this and ran his fingers through your hair. “You tired, peach?” He asked and you hummed in return. “Wanna go home?”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and pressed a soft kiss there. “No no no, you’re having fun with your friends. Don’t let me ruin that.”

He nodded his head slowly. “Okay, well just let me know when you’re ready and we can go.”

You woke back up a couple hours later to all the lights off and the TV playing a movie. “Harry?” You looked up at him and placed a kiss to his cheek.

"Morning, sleepy head." He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

You hummed against his lips and smiled. "Where are Glenne and Jeff?"

"They went to bed, I was waiting for you to wake up but they said we can stay in their guest room tonight if we don't feel like going home, it's up to you, lovie."

"I'm fine with anything as long as I'm with you." You let out a yawn then nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck.

Harry turned off the TV and slowly sat up which made you groan. "Before you go back to sleep, let's go get in bed and we can cuddle all you want."

Once you got up to the guest bedroom, you took off your sweatshirt and sweatpants so you were left in only your shirt then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Harry's now bare chest.

"Darling?" You heard Harry say after a few moments.

You looked up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you for everything you do for me, I wouldn't be here without here." He ran his fingers up and down your back.

"You don't need to thank me, H. I love you," You grabbed his left hand and kissed his knuckles. "We're in this together, remember? ‘Till death do us part’ then even after that you’re still stuck with me. It’s just us, baby, it’s you and I against the world. We don’t need anyone else.”

“Let’s have a baby.” He blurted out and your eyes widened. “Shit- Uh, I mean, do you wanna have a baby? I’ll be on tour only until July and then we can stay in England and out of the public eye contact and-”

“Harry,” You interrupted him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Of course I wanna have a baby, do you think we’re ready?”

He nodded his head. “I do, we’ve never been happier and I think it’s the perfect time.”

“Then let’s have a baby, H. I’ll stop taking birth control tomorrow and then we can start trying.” You yawned. “But let’s go to sleep now, yeah? We can talk about it more in the morning?”

“I love you so much.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed all over your face and down your neck.

You giggled and laid your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep. “I love you too.”

hi hi! here she is in all her glory! lmk if you want a pt 2. for when they start trying to have a baby, i think i have a couple ideas on how i wanna execute it! as always make sure you reblog to help my page grow, if you just like then that won’t do anything for me! have a good day/night i love you all,

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sarahs-secrets2 · 1 year

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Stargirl (Phillip Graves x Reader) 18+ ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

RAHHHHHHHHH, despite the title IT'S GENDER NEUTRAL FOR ALL MY LOVES!!!!!! It's short too I'm sorry LOL, I wanted to put something out tonight but I just didn't have the energy for 1k words (feeling lazy I'm sorry)

Loosely based on Stargirl Interlude by The Weeknd

gn! (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 662

Warnings: NSFW, sexual tension, swearing, descriptions of sex dream, pet names, light smut

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The lull between missions was the most excruciating boredom you had ever felt. Graves, you, and some other Shadows sat in the common area trying to pass boredom. Laying down on the couch you were throwing a tennis ball up in the air making a game out of trying to knock a ceiling tile out. Graves was sat at the main table flipping through files trying to busy his mind.

“Would you quit bouncing that ball, fuck”, one of the newest shadows was very obviously irritated with how you were trying to expel your boredom.

“No one said you had to sit here and watch”, glancing over at them from your spot on the couch, shooting a middle finger in their direction.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough you two”, Phillip hadn't even looked up from the scattered paperwork as he continued, “Get rid of that damn ball, we’re gonna go take watch c’mon”

“I think staring into the abyss of nothing would be more exciting than taking watch, Commander”, you stood up from the couch, walking past Phillip which gave him the chance to place his hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the room.

“Lose that attitude darling”, Graves’ whispered in your ear, making sure no one else heard. Finally reaching the lookout, the Commander dismissed the previous Shadows who were taking watch.

“Just as boring as I thought”, you laughed leaning up against the guard rail, crossing your legs slightly.

“We haven’t even been up here a minute darlin’ c’mon now, I’ll make it worth your while”, Graves walked towards you, grabbing your waist and pulling you off the rails and into him. Instinctively your hands wrapped around his neck, resting your foreheads together.

“You just wanted to get me alone Commander”, speaking barely above a whisper

“Guilty as charged”, he broke from your grasp, raising his hands like he had been caught. Keeping in mind that the two of you were on watch, Graves’ grabbed the binoculars doing a quick look around to make sure all was well. “What are you thinking about over there”, Phillip asked as he peeked at you from above the binoculars.

“Did I ever tell you about my dream you were in?”,

“I don't think you did doll, go ahead I’m listening”

“Hm okay, I was bent over the counter”,

“Is this a sex dream?” Phillip dropped the binoculars, now giving you his full attention.

“Well yeah”, you could see his pants getting tighter as he leaned up on the rail crossing his arms as he waited for you to continue.

“Go on darlin’, I’m waiting”, a smugness had taken over Graves now that he knew you were dreaming of him fucking you.

“I don’t remember all of it so don't get too excited over there”, pointing at his now very obvious erection. Phillip shrugged, he didn't mind, he was a man who didn’t shy away from sex. “My back was arched, and I was fully scratching the counter, like leaving marks”

“Minx”, Graves just laughed as you were recalling the dream to him, he outstretched a hand to pull you in. Your ass now resting on his hard cock, and his hands resting on your waist rubbing small circles with his thumbs. “What else happened?”, your breath caught in your throat as you tried to find your train of thought as Phillip whispered lightly into your ear.

“I don't remember anymore”, your face was warm and you felt dizzy.

“Well, was hoping to hear how I made you cum, but I guess I’ll settle for the real thing”, placing slow kisses on your neck as he spoke. “Let me get a new team up here to take over watch, and we can make that dream of yours a reality, how ‘bout that doll?”. Still unable to think, you nodded looking back at Phillip who was lightly pushing into your ass as he smirked at you.

"Go head back down to my room, I'll wait for the boys and meet you down there", the Commander pulled you into a kiss before sending you on your way with a wink.

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Sorry it's so short </3 forgive me pls, and if there’s a typo pls lmk I’m so tired LOL

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gloutena · 11 months

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What the hell are you doing?!

This was requested!

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x female Reader

Warnings: Cussing, kinda smut.

It's quite difficult to have time with Chuuya since you work at different organizations, especially since you work as rivals...

You work for the ADA while your boyfriend works for the PM.

The story on how you met is for another day.!

You do live in the same penthouse though, but since Chuuya gets home late and you fall asleep and then you wake up early and Chuuya doesn't get to see you and yada yada ya.

Dazai knows about the secret of course, he found out!

"Y/N, DAZAI, WHAT ABOUT YOUR REPORTS?! YOU STILL HAVE TO FINISH IT!".

"Stop yelling Kunikida, you're making the ground shake with how loud you're yelling".

Dazai smirks at you, why not put more gasoline on fire??

"Yeah, I think I heard glass shattering. Damn your voice sounds horrible".

Everyone looks at you and Dazai smirk at each other while Kunikida gets up and bangs your heads together.

"Ow, Kunikida-kun!! My head hurts-, I mean, my head doesn't hurt!", You look at Yosano and she frowns.

You hear a buzz and pull out your phone, just to see that your boyfriend texted you.

'I'm ordering [Favourite take-out] for dinner since It's my day off.'

"Oo~ To Y/N and Chuuya's penthouse I go!". A voice behind you whispers in your ear.

You jump at the voice just to realize it's Dazai, "You're not going anywhere near there!".

It was too late though

As soon as it was time to leave Dazai was already out the door, "Damnit Dazai!" as you just sigh.

Once you get to the door you gulp hoping that Chuuya will accept his presence for once, oh wait. You actually thought that?? not even in your goddamn dreams.

The [Hair color] haired woman unlocked the door and smiled when her boyfriend greeted her.

"Welcome home, I bet you're so tir-. WHAT THE FUCK ?! WHY ARE YOU HERE??".

Of course your thoughts were too good to be true..

"Hey Chuuya~ Ya missed me?", "HELL NO".

...At the dinner table Dazai is sitting across from you and Chuuya, the red head does have a sour face right now.

Arms folded, cheeks puffed up, mean mugging Dazai, pouty, death glares, stares, more glares, flipping Dazai off, threats, using his ability, death threats, he's like a angry baby<3.

"Honey, it's okay-", "OKAY?! OUT OF EVERYONE YOU COULD'VE INVITED YOU INVITED HIM?"

You look at him and give him a questioning look, "Why are you yelling at me?! didn't even invite him, He invited himself!".

Dazai just eats his food peacefully while you and Chuuya try to calm down.

Nothing's helping, he's being so fussy about it. He's not like that every other time Dazai visits. Why now?

It's starting to annoy you, so instead of yelling at Chuuya, why not give him what he deserves?

Sure it may be devilish but he can get over it.

Once you feel like it's the perfect opportunity, you place your hand on his thigh rolling circles with your finger.

He looks at your hand and takes a deep breath trying to relax, that's not what's gonna happen though~

You put your hand under his pants and undergarments, he's so frustrated that he can't really feel your hand.

Once you start stroking his member he notices alright.

Eyes widened, cheeks red, choking on his food, ect.

"You okay, Chuuya?" Dazai raises an eyebrow, Chuuya just flips him off.

"Y-You idio- mnm...", The moaning and groaning he's doing is like music to your ears. Dazai thinks otherwise.

Dazai is giving Chuuya the biggest, disgusting, repulsive, flabbergasting side eye he has ever given anyone.

You pull your hand out of the red hot-headed man's pants, once Chuuya finally starts gaining control of his body he stands up and grabs Dazai by the arms.

"W-woah, What about my food?! Easy Chuuya, my arm! Ack!!" Dazai frowns when Chuuya unlocks the door and throws him out.

"Can I at least get my foo-", Chuuya slams the door in his face.

"Now what the hell was that for? Tryna make a fool out of me huh?" .

Your boyfriend pins you against the wall and smirks.

"I'll make sure you won't get to walk tomorrow, you're gonna have to call out".

The worst part is when Chuuya says something, he means it.

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samantha-rae-velcher · 1 year

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Break it up

Mully x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Fight sex, violence, degrading.

A/n: 18+ if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

Tag: @goldenstarofthunderclan 💗

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Y/n's and Mully's relationship has really taken a couple twists and turns and frights, they never used to fight and now for the last month and a half they've done nothing but fight. Yeah they love each other but it's like a switch has been flipped, Y/n wasn't even sure how it happened or what started it. She knew that Mully would never lay a hand on her, they cared about each other far to much to ever do anything drastic, but today shit hit the fan.

"Don't even fuckin start!" He yelled, throwing his hands in the air. Mully slammed his fist down on the table in a burst of rage.

"I don't get why the fuck you can't just listen to me!" Y/n yelled back. "For the last month! I try and say something, I'm either interrupted or ignored! What the fuck is this shit!"

Mully clenched his fists as she got louder, Y/n never yells, she's hates conflict and y/n is always understanding and kind. Mully has heard her yell probably only once in the 5 year span of their relationship, and it wasn't even at him.

They've barely said anything nice to each other since October and now it's December, he hasn't touched her, and she hasn't touched him. It's gotten them agitated and they just needed relief, Mully has gone fuckin feral and he wanted to hear her choke on his cock.

"Shut up." He mumbled. "Shut up."

"I'm going fuckin mad, Mull! And you act like your king of the fuckin worl-"

Suddenly she was slammed against the wall hard, Mully's lips on hers. His hand holding hers over her head, he pulled her flush against him so she could feel how hard he was.

"I'm gonna fuck you, understand? And you aren't gonna fuckin protest." He growled in her ear.

Y/n whimpered, she's wanted this for so fuckin long. All she needed was to feel his hands on her, she wanted him to hold her down and use her.

"Do you understand."

"I-I understand."

Mully freed his cock from his jeans, he spun her around so she was facing the wall. He pulled her hips back and dropped her shorts and panties to the floor, kicking them away.

Mully lined himself up with her and leaned his head on her shoulder as he pushed in, she was so damn tight.

"Nothing has been inside you for a while, huh?" He chuckled. "You've been a naughty girl, because you're so fuckin deprived of this cock, aren't you?"

Y/n bit her lip and nodded, Mully began thrusting into hard as he rubbed her clit and teased her nipples. He gently sucked and nibbled on her neck, leaving dark marks on her skin.

"Fuck, p-please don't stop." She cried out.

Mully's thrusts were relentless, he wanted to ruin her. He wanted to use her up, to hurt her in the most delicious ways. Mully's hand snaked around her neck, making her let out a soft gasp. He tightened his grip and thrusted harder into her

"You like that, huh?" He groaned into her shoulder. "You like it when Daddy fucks you hard like that. When he uses his little slut, cuz that's what you are, Y/n. You're my little fuckin slut."

He could feel his orgasm approaching, and by the way Y/n's legs where shaking, Mully knew she was about to fall over the edge.

"You're mine, Baby girl. You ever talk to me like that again, and I'll fuck you till you scream, I'll make sure you can't fuckin walk for months."

He pulled her head back against his shoulder and thrusted into her one last time, before spilling his seed.

"Cum for me, Baby girl." He rubbed her clit harder, he felt her hot liquid coat his cock, making him groan. "Just like that, Y/n. Daddy is so fuckin proud of you."

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"Well I'm glad that's settled." Josh said to Smashing before turning in his seat, to look out the rear of his car, and back out of Mully's driveway.

THE END ❤️

Thank you for reading!

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yakuzacanons · 10 months

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Ahhh that "s/o cheats on the characters" was sad but damn so accurate. You do an amazing job of writing the boys! <3

Wanna turn the sadness up a notch? >:] How would they react to s/o's death? (Or, if you're not comfortable with writing about death, maybe how they would react to s/o getting seriously injured.)

I live for the angst!!

Angst hours fr fr, I'm gonna spin it as reacting to an s/o being seriously injured as I wouldn't wanna put the boys through any more deaths than they already deal with. Headcanons below da cut and thanks again for waiting!

Kazuma Kiryu

He's doing his best not to just flip a table over, honestly. Kiryu tries really hard to not fit that yakuza stereotype of unleashing physical anger when he's upset, but he is REALLY upset by the news.

Once the initial reaction of anger cools, Kiryu just feels lost. There are few things he values more than his loved ones and even if you're safe in a hospital and in stable condition, he won't stop worrying about you.

Blames himself for not being there for you. Will sit silently in a chair in your hospital room, head in his hands, just kicking himself. When you wake up, he honestly might cry.

Majima Goro

Immediately starts freaking out. What happened? Who was involved? Whose ass does he need to kick? He'll immediately drop everything and be on his way to wherever you are, probably with all of the Majima Family in tow just in case a fight breaks out.

If police or hospital staff get involved before he does, he will demand answers to his questions. He won't rest until he finds out exactly what went down. He seems irrational during all of this but in actuality he's trying to rationalize everything in his head. He's wondering if something could've been done to prevent this.

Paces outside your hospital door like a watchdog. When you wake up, he'll practically leap to your side, taking your hands into his gloved hands, happily crying out about how glad he is to see you.

Saejima Taiga

The most level headed boy, honestly. When he hears the news, he will be on his way to you immediately, silent and focused. He has his own questions he wants answered but his priority is to make sure you're safe and in a place where you can recover.

Brings you meals in the hospital and even feeds you if your injuries are that serious. Helps you bathe and brings you fresh clothes from home. Always wait until you fall asleep before he does.

It's only when you're healthy enough to start caring for yourself more that he starts investigating what happened and starts to look for answers. He thinks it would be too risky to do so while you're in recovery, as he fears something bad will happen again if he leaves your side to selfishly pursue his own questions.

Akiyama Shun

He's just in shock. Unlike most of the boys, Akiyama is just a civilian so he honestly didn't think much of anything bad would happen to either of you. If he's at work when he gets the news, he'll tell Hana to hold down the office and take care of business while he throws his coat on and rushes out the door.

Very respectful to hospital staff. He knows freaking out won't help anyone, although he is still freaking out internally. Likely won't be able to sleep or eat much the first night after hearing the news.

Will absolutely bring you flowers. Perhaps TOO many flowers. He just wants you to wake up feeling safe and loved. Will also have Hana order you any food you desire for delivery.

Tanimura Masayoshi

He's furious he wasn't able to protect you. His police coworkers will honestly have to hold him back from rushing the scene. They know if he saw the condition you were in, he would just burst into tears. Secretly, he knows that too, but he also wants nothing more than to be by your side as soon as he can.

If your injuries were in any way not accidental, you can bet that Tanimura will pull any strings he can at work to make sure he can get to the bottom of whatever happened. Won't rest until he knows you are definitely and entirely safe from harm.

Will totally bring his own blanket, pillow, and toothbrush to the hospital. He's very much like "I'm staying right here!" in your room. Very much your own personal bodyguard during your hospital stay.

Ryuji Goda

Immediately in his private car and on his way to the hospital. Very organized and has some men out looking for answers and a couple of men guarding your room, just in case. Will spend the most to make sure you get the very best treatment.

Chances are, Ryuji's thinking someone did this to get to him and if that ends up being true, revenge is definitely on his mind. However, he will wait to act on it until he knows the full details of what happens and until he knows you're in stable condition.

Brings you lots of soups and teas. Totally believes that warm drinks and warm meals will heal you just as well as modern medicine will. Type of guy to tell you stories until you fall asleep.

Nishikiyama Akira

He is a total and complete mess. A wreck, really. He's not taking the news well at all and is not even trying to hide it at this point. After what he went through with his sister, he can't even begin to fathom the possibility of going through the same thing again with you.

Frantic as hell and honestly is just having a full blown anxiety attack until he knows you're in the clear and will recover. Will absolutely burst into tears when he gets this news and is so happy to know he won't lose you.

Also will cry when he first sees you wake up and might hug you a bit too tight, but it's just because he's genuinely so glad that you're okay. He's also the least likely of the boys to care about revenge or getting answers right away, he just wants you to be safe.

Mine Yoshitaka

He's freaking out about the same amount as Nishiki except he is trying VERY hard to keep it internal. His logical nature means he's going to try to rationalize the panic he's feeling. However, he will absolutely air out his feelings on his punching bag at home.

The most patient boy. If you're in surgery for hours on end, he'll wait in the waiting room without moving. If you're asleep in your hospital room, he's right there with you, nodding off in a chair. Refuses to leave your side.

Puts all of his work on hold until he knows you're awake and safely recovering. His secretary will try to gently push him to call people back only for him to just turn his phone off. Work can wait.

Daigo Dojima

Blames himself more than anything. He's always felt in his gut that his lifestyle and work would one day gets his loved ones hurt. He can only hope this was an accident and that you didn't get put in harm's way simply by being with him. He ultimately feels selfish and like he wasn't good enough to protect you.

If your injuries were intentionally caused by someone looking to harm Daigo, he has the whole Tojo Clan on the case. Meanwhile, he'll personally see to it that you get the best care, the best room in the hospital, the works.

Once you're well enough to go home, he's practically your maid. Will do anything for you and get you anything you need. For a while, he probably will refuse to let you go anywhere without him because he fears something bad will happen if he's gone.

Tatsuo Shinada

A blubbering mess. He's just some writer who used to be a baseball player, why the hell would anything like THIS ever happen to someone like him? He has no idea what to do except sit in the hospital room and wait nervously, probably bouncing his leg or biting his nails.

Bursts into tears the first time he sees how bad your injuries on. It isn't that he finds you disgusting or anything like that, he's just so heartbroken to see you in so much pain. He honestly won't be able to speak for the first few hours once the news breaks.

Type of guy to hold your hand while you're laying in your hospital bed. Will totally fall asleep sitting in a chair with his hand still in yours, his head resting against the edge of your bed. Brings his laptop on his hospital visits so he can work while in the room with you so he can pay your hospital bills as best as he can.

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sunny-mercya · 1 month

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Hey, Brother do you still believe in one another?

15. Osaka Trip - Survival

Heiji Hattori x Male Reader | Platonic! Shinichi Kudo x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Detective Conan/Case Closed

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My friend, I can't wait to see you again

You're my hope, you're my everything

We can fly if you believe in my love!

Getting shot two times in a row—even when the bullets were only grazing your right leg and upper arm and missing its target, burying themselves somewhere else deep into—wasn't fun and never would be to remember.

You stumbled a bit, cursing loudly when the pain flared up, but didn't stop in your running. You didn't even know where to run and hide to, not knowing the area—which looked more than just devastated empty of any civilisation—you're in.

Somehow you ended up in the ruins of a empty school—either elementary or middle school—it didn't matter, right now Conan and you needed a place to hide—to catch some breath and rethink of a new tactic to survive this psychopath.

Picking up on your speed, you run inside—trekking the stairs up to the second floor, kicking open one of the classroom doors and ducked inside.

Leaning against the wall, you pulled out your phone, reading Shinichi's SMS once, twice and a third time again.

Dialling your brother's number, holding the phone against your ear, you waited with bated breath for him to pick up—hoping to hear his steady voice of reassurance again.

„Apologies, this number is currently unreachable, please try again later.“

Biting down onto your lip, you slid the wall down—closing your eyes and taking a deep breath—clutching your (f.colour) flip-phone, with its silly keychains and the few even more silly stickers on it, against your chest.

Nothing had actually changed, hasn't it? How desperate stupid could you any more be—believing, especially in that false—hope crushing and heartache bringing—SMS, that Shinichi would come back at all.

Asshole. Asshole, asshole, asshole—Shinichi is such a fucking asshole.

When you needed Shinichi the most—in a situation where you felt nothing but inner turmoil of being anxious scared—he wasn't there.

At least not when it comes to you, because you're certainly sure that he calls Ran—when she's scared—that's Shinichi's only priority, besides solving cases and being a wannabe detective.

»[Name]......?«

»I can't do this, can't do this......it's pointless.....I'm dumb, so fucking dumb....«

»No [Name], don't give up now! We're gonna–argh!« Conan couldn't finish his sentence, feeling a shock of electricity through his body—being grabbed and thrown to the sides.

When Daiki found you and Conan, he had easy play with you—pushing you onto the floor and kicking you against your already bruised stomach and you were like a helpless doll again.

»Mhm, should have destroyed the damned phone right away when I took you. Now, let's see what made you so defiantly.«

Daiki read the SMS, grinning wickedly as he kicked you in the stomach again when you were about to get up. A scoff left his lips, dropping your phone to the ground and stepping onto it—breaking it in half.

»No!« you shouted, looking at him with wide eyes.

The only message you've gotten from Shinichi—ever since his abrupt disappearance—the only sign of him, that he was still alive—still here, somewhere—and hadn't abandoned you—was now crushed like the last bit of hope left in you.

You glanced at Conan, feeling guilty with what you were about to say next—admitting defeat, for once, freely. Though with what Daiki had said next, brought a wave of anger back.

»Hah! You really believed such trash? Please, we both know that your dear brother is nothing but a liar. Don't fool yourself.«

»Shut up.«

»Huh? Repeat that, I didn't quite hear that, dear.«

»Shut the fuck up! Don't you fucking dare calling Shinichi a liar ever again!«

With an uproar you sprung back up, pushing Daiki with full force into the tables and throwing one or two chairs onto him. Grabbing Conan again, holding him against you, you run out into the hallway—overthinking every route of escape you could take and decided for another drastic move.

Setting Conan down, you pulled off your jacket—putting the jacket then onto Conan, hood over his head—and taken him back into your arms.

»What are you doing [Name]?!«

»It's gonna be okay, just close your eyes and hold on tight.» you hugged Conan closer to you, arms secured around him. Taking a deep breath and then you sprinted towards that one window where you knew was a roof overhang below.

Hah! Sport tournament was nothing against a good old jump—through the second floor window, you thought. Picking up on your speed, ignoring the next grazing bullet against your leg, you jumped—twisting your body in a way that your back collided with the window, sending you crashing down onto the tin roof and pressing the air out of your lungs.

The short moment, in your free fall, of where you had seeing a glimpse of the darkening sky above you—reminds you of what you always would fear, death itself.

And while death itself scares you, even though you had days where you are close to step into the realm of afterlife, the last shimmer of sun-rays brought back a wish of once lost dream.

Getting up, had you no time to regain your breath, smashing the next window and stepped with Conan into the first floor. Another sprint, time was sacred now, searching for another place to hide in.

~~~

Hiding in the girls restroom, was a good decision or at least sounded like one. Sitting Conan onto the counter, you barley took a glance at yourself in the mirror—not wanting to see the brutal truth of ugliness and insecurity in it, which is just a reflection of you.

Rubbing your face and leaning against the counter as well, you let out a tired sigh—breathing heavily as you tried to regulate your breath again.

Your lungs burned, feeling so sandpaper dry—like your voice used to be hours ago—and your body ached from exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to sleep, god, does sleep sounds so promising—so peaceful.

Fishing out a package of cigarettes, a lighter and two small bottles from the jacket, you lighting one up and took a long drag from the cigarette, letting the burning smoke invade your already heavy lungs—why you had cigarettes packed in the jacket, Conan didn't know and he also didn't knew that you smoked, but that was a question for another time—before taking the cigarette and pressing the tip onto your wounds.

»You know Conan–« you begun, didn't know yourself why you start to feel so nostalgic—so sentimental—and wanting to share a memory—from your childhood, so pure and with so much happiness in it—about Shinichi and you with Conan.

Perhaps it was because time was running out and you wanted to cherish in the past again, once last time.

Or maybe—and that's sounds more likely—it's the mix of morphine and adrenaline you gulped down, seconds ago, in one go—like a shot of vodka—choking on it as the taste was anything but pleasant and taking it on a empty stomach was not good, wanting to vomit up right away—because apparently you still weren't feeling mad-hatter and joker enough.

Whatever it might have been, in this moment it just felt right to share this sacred moment.

»Just mere moments ago, I wanted to give up once more. For final this time.«

»And why didn't you?«

»Besides the asshole insulting my brother? A thunder of thoughts, a flashback, struck me.« you stopped again, smiling at Conan and ruffling through his hair.

And then you told Conan about the most treasured memory you had;

It was during elementary when Digimon had its rookie-start in the TV. Shinichi and I would've watched it everyday and the openings—and few songs in it—had me so awestruck with joy, that Shinichi once begged our parents to buy him a walkman with the tape.

Shinichi didn't wanted any other presents for his birthday, except for this and when they gave in and brought it—Shinichi, proudly and happily grinning, had giving me the walkman.

Telling me—in all seriousness he could muster with his chubby face—that whenever I would start to feel sad again—back then, our parents already knew what started to happen with me, but all Shinichi and I knew was that I was feeling immense sadness and sometimes pain—it was also during the time, where I tried to drown myself in the bathtub for the first time and I will never forget the frightful and worried face of my knightly brother on that day—I should listen to the tape.

Because Shinichi had believed, that when I listened to the tape, the sadness would go away and somehow it did—but not really because of the music itself, but because—and it took me some years to understand—of Shinichi himself, who always acts so selflessly just to make me laugh.

Conan never wanted to tell you so badly, that he's Shinichi—that he's here with you, like how he always promised you and that there's no need to ever be sad again, because your brother is here and everything is gonna be alright.

But Conan couldn't, just couldn't do that. It would brought you more trouble and in danger—making you another target for the Men in Black and being an achilles heel to himself—than you already had.

The truth would cause more harm to yourself and could bring you into, perhaps, final collapse with your fragile mental health—and the thought of you being mad at him, Conan just couldn't stand and wouldn't forgiving himself for it.

»And whenever we've listen to these songs, which I still do nowadays, Shin-Chan would tell that all our dreams and wishes would come true.«

»Did they come true? Your dreams?«

»They did. At least for Shin-chan, who is, besides my wonderful boyfriend of course, the greatest detective of all times«

»And what about you [Name]?«

»Me? Well, I don't think I ever really had something akin to a dream or goal in life. Till now. Meeting Heiji, you, having the people around me which I love so much, make me realise something,«

Taking off your necklace, which had Heiji's promise-ring—and a pendant with Shinichi's and your parents names (and birthstones) engraved on it—looped in and putting it around Conan, tapping his nose.

»Besides me wanting to die on some days, it is worth to live after all. So I'm gonna promise you Conan, here and now, that I won't die tonight and neither will you. We're gonna survive this night and see the sunrise once more.«

And then you told Conan the next steps of your new reforming plan. Telling how you will smash Daiki—even though the fucker deserves a headshot, but Shinichi once said; killing someone out of self-justice, makes you not better than a murder themselves—into the ground and making him regret everything he had done.

Living like you're dying isn't living at all

We are, we are, we are gonna be alright

We got, we got, we always got the fight in us

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miyuhpapayuh · 2 years

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Crushin’

"Ooh girl, there he go!" Jade looks in the direction where her friend is pointing, seeing him.

"Sweet Jesus, he is fine." Another one comments.

"He's always been fine," Jade adds. "Ever since high school." She flips her locks over her shoulder, still looking in his direction.

"Mhm, it's been that long and you still got a crush on him. Don't you?" Jade looks at her friends and rolls her eyes.

"I don't have ti—"

"Shh! He's coming over here!" They straighten up and place their straws up to their lips.

He stops in front of Jade and gives her a smile. "Jade. Long time, no see." She bats her eyelashes, giving him the same smile.

"Indeed, Y'lan." He bites his lip, failing to hide his smirk.

"You look gorgeous, as always."

"Fuck her already," her friend mumbles. She smacks her leg underneath the table. He chuckles.

"You wanna go somewhere and talk?" She stands up from her seat and grabs her drink.

"Sure." He holds his hand out for her take, leading her back to his table.

"So, how have you been?" He asks. She stirs her straw around in her drink, eyeing him coyly.

"We're not gonna play 21 questions, like we're in high school, are we?" He laughs, shaking his head.

"Nah. I just wanted to see how you been."

"Hm. I've been good, I can't complain." She shrugs.

"Mm, well you look great." He sends another smile her way.

"What's up with all the compliments?" She crosses one long leg over the other.

"What do you mean?" He raises an eyebrow at her. "I've always thought you were beautiful."

She laughs. "That's funny, cause I never knew that. Where was this energy in high school?"

"I wasn't the type to approach people in high school, let alone someone as bad as you."

"Hm.... what about Vanessa? Y'all went to prom together." He smirks.

"She asked me to prom. I didn't even really wanna go."

"Then, why did you?" He gives her skeptical look, making her throw her hands up. "I'm just curious. This is a honest conversation, right?"

"My boys were going and they all had dates. Now, while that never mattered to me, she asked me at the last minute and I just went with it. Nothing serious."

"Did you say that last part for my benefit?"

"Do you want me to say yes, so it can make you feel better?" He asks.

"No, smart ass. I'm just saying, just cause you were attracted me, doesn't mean you have to dumb down your romantic situations for me."

"I still am attracted to you." He swirls the dark liquor around in his cup, before emptying every drop into his mouth.

"I know you're attracted to me, too." She places her chin in the palm of her hand.

"How would you know that?"

"You just admitted it, Jade." She briefly closes her eyes, opening them back up to see him laughing at her.

"Shut up, Y'lan."

"Aw come on, there's no reason for the hostility." She waves him off, sipping the rest of her fruity alcohol through her straw.

"You think I'm cute, huh?"

"I'm gonna need another drink." They both laugh.

Thirty minutes, great conversation and three drinks later...

"You wanna get outta here?" Her low, red eyes stare back at his.

"And go where?" His eyes dim in response.

"Your place. My place. Hell, ima fuck you up in my backseat if you keep lookin' at me like that." Her thighs clench together.

"What makes you think I'd let you fuck?"

"Cause you're wet, right now." She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth.

"What about my girls?" Her phone buzzes.

Simone

GET THAT DICK GIRL!

Angie

We want every little detail!

She laughs and tucks it back in her pocket. "Never mind."

He stands up and grabs her hand, pulling her up as well.

She follows him out into the parking lot. The orange glow from the sun casts over her, sending him for a loop.

"Damn, you're so beautiful." She blushes, while he opens her door. She climbs inside and he does the same, taking off down the street.

———

"You know, I've always had a thing for tall women." She laughs, while he unbuttons her shirt.

"And, why is that?" He lifts her up and places her against the wall. She purrs.

"So, I can do that." His lips find her neck, sucking until a sweet spot is found. Her long legs wrap around his waist, as he moves away from the wall and over to his bed.

Tossing her onto the soft mattress, he removes his jacket, allowing his dark chocolate skin to come into view, much to her approval.

She bites her lip, watching his jeans hit the floor next. Her eyes travel below his v-cut, to his very noticeable print.

Tapping her leg, her gaze lands back on his face. Her face flushed red with slight embarrassment.

He smirks, pulling her thighs apart and lifting her skirt to remove her panties, when he realizes she isn't wearing any.

"...shit." She throbs at his gaze on her lower lips. Her heel clad foot finds its way on his bare chest.

"Like what you see, huh?" He doesn't answer her, but rather grabs her leg and straightens it towards the ceiling.

Sinking between her legs, he wastes no time latching onto her clit. A gasp leaves her mouth, while her hand grips the back of his neck.

"Ohh fuck... just like that, yesss!" Slurping wildly at her folds, he tightens his grip on her hips, keeping her in place.

"Sss— oh my God, Y'lan!" A knot forms in her stomach. She slips her heels off to comfortably dig her feet into the bed.

Her moans bounce off the walls. His sucking becomes fervently passionate, causing her to claw at his neck and shoulders.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Her voice hits an octave that becomes inaudible at a point, leaving her to pant wildly and squeeze her eyes shut.

Not stopping until she releases once more, he moves away from her pulsating core and kisses his way back up her body.

"You taste so good, babygirl." She shoves her tongue down his throat, beginning to tug at his boxers.

"Fuck me."

Assisting her in removing her skirt, he rips her shirt open and glides his tongue over the cleavage that spills over her bra.

Removing his boxers, he lines himself up with her entrance, spreading her wetness on his tip. Sliding inside, he curses to himself while her eyes roll back.

"Oh shit..." her nails dig into his back, as he begins to stroke. Her soft whimpers fill the air, along with his grunts.

"Mm... I've wanted this pussy since high school." He confesses. The corners of her lips curl into a smile.

"Shut up and take it, then." He glances at her, before gripping the back of her thighs and picking up speed.

Her nails break through his skin, drawing blood. Her mouth forms a permanent 'o' shape, letting every profanity escape.

"Ffff— aaah fuck!" His hand wraps around her neck, pulling her up to watch him slide in and out of her.

"See that shit? Look at that pretty pussy grippin' that dick." Her eyes become glued to the sight; her wet cove swallowing his thick girth with every thrust. The squelching sounds echoing off the walls.

"I'm gonna cum— ohh fuck!" Squeezing her neck tighter, he rocks in and out of her wildly. Her hands scratch at his thighs.

"Shit.. let it go, girl." Her body bends upward, spazzing out and scooting away from his.

"Where you going'?" He chuckles, pulling her back by her ankle.

"We got all night."

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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oh come on...

Media Some Dogs Bite

Character Casey

Couple Casey X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I sat on the sofa my head on the pillow, blanket over me, watching TV, I had a little nap but I was still beyond exhausted,

I perked up as I heard Edgar crying from the nursery, I rolled my eyes and sat up stretching and yawning,

"You going?" Casey sat up from his chair where he too had fallen asleep but Edgar's cries jolted him back to the world of the living,

"I'll go," I sighed,

"I'll go if you want?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, no, you stay I'll settle him." He said as he got up and headed across the apartment, he gave my head a kiss as he went,

So I smiled and laid back on the sofa tucking the covers around me tightly, and soon enough he returned bouncing Edgar on his hip,

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"The cupboard is empty,"

"Ohh yeah sorry, he was asleep when I got back from shopping so I left them there on the table,"

"No problem, come on then little man,"

"He need one then?"

"he does, he's a stanky little man." he said as he brought Edgar over, Casey sat on the floor setting Edgar on his little play mat and grabbed the changing bag, and brought it over,

"You gonna be okay?"

"Y/n. He's my lil baby man I can do it," He smiled taking Edgar's little feet in his hands and playing with them,

"Alright," I laughed,

He smiled and worked on removing Edgar's little onsie "How many buttons do you need? Hey little man? your mummy put you in this, didn't she? Yeah, 'cause there are six million buttons."

"six million buttons?"

"too many buttons,"

"If I put him in the ones with snaps he breaks out and takes his pants off." I laughed, "Little man's just like his daddy constantly wants to take his damn pants off."

"Little man already understands the frustrations of pants," Casey laughed giving Edgar some kisses as he got his onesie off, "Now how does ... Ahh ohh dear,"

"Umm?"

"The sticky bit didn't unstick."

"Just rip it, Casey,"

"But if I rip it I can't fold it up to throw it away?"

"wrap it in tissue then,"

"Ohh yeah," he nodded, "Ahhh! Christ little man you are toxic." He complained trying to work as quickly as he could getting it off and wrapping it up to throw it away, "Ughh got damn it. that smell is in my brain."

"Yeah, well I mean all he consumes right now is milk, and those little banana and honey squeeze packets,"

"How do you make milk, honey and banana smell so terrible?"

"He's skilled,"

"Very skilled. ughh god- Ohhh my god..." He complained as he cleaned him up trying not to gag, "Ughh it touched my hand! ughhh - how do you do this without vomiting?"

"Because you get used to it Casey, you don't often do it your not used to it,"

"I guess, You know the day I look forward to the most?"

"What?"

"When you can wipe your own ass little man. I will rejoice that day," he said throwing the baby wipes away,

"Hurry up don't let him get cold," I giggled,

"Why what happens if he gets-" Before he even finished the sentence it began, "AHHHH AHHHHH OH MY GOD! STOP! Stop stop stop Edgar, stop." He whined quickly wrapping him up so Edgar would stop projectile peeing on him, "uhhh... it's on my hands, it's in my hair I feel it, ughh I'm pretty sure some touched my face,"

"You want help?"

"No. I can do it," he said, "Baby powder, just cover him just as much as possible, and then we get the new one and we... how does... now that's backwards, no... wait I flipped it both ways how am I still wrong? this is insane. and there is so much pressure in case he gets cold and starts to pee again, uhhh Y/n?"

"Yes, Casey?"

"Help."

I laughed and moved down to sit with them taking the nappy and wrapping little Edgar up in his new clean nappy and his little onesie "There we are, happy little Edgar,"

"Awww, see. That's why you're my baby mama." He smiled kissing my cheek, "I love ya,"

"I love you too," I smiled, before I returned to the sofa getting cozy again,

"you a happy little man now? a happy clean little man." He smiled picked Edgar up and cuddled him, but the moment he picked him up Edgar made the familiar giggle and rooted away, "Oh come on..."

I couldn't stop laughing grabbing another nappy from the bag and handing it to him,

"The quicker you get potty trained the better little man,"

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im trying to not with that outfit but I can't

a cardigan, a high hip cut cardigan at that, is an accent piece, not the whole top, am I appreciating the low cut of the undershirt? yes, but I cannot with the rest of it.

THAT CARDIGAN IS TOO SMALL AND IT IS SUFFERING THE MAN IS TOO BROAD

the pants are... fine?... I certainly think he looks better with more form fitting pant legs, his silhouette is very boxy. not like, Max in WW84 boxy but it feels close to me.

so i think, with the right top the pants would be salvageable, the cardigan... undo the bottom two buttons, a nice dark undershirt, and form fitting pants, I'd still have questions, but they'd prob be fewer

I'm gonna apologize for the old lady I will some day become because if I'm sitting on my porch and someone walks by wearing that? I can just hear my cranky old self. "This world's goin' to shit."

WARNING: Do not read more. Adira's gonna go flip some tables.

Transcript: Begin rant.

Listen. I woke up to that monstrosity and had to go to an online meeting and engage for two hours on very little sleep. I went and took a nap and I'm still fkn cranky about it.

No. You know what? I'm REALLY fkn cranky about it. Like, it feels like a personal attack.

I also need to apologize to everyone who has felt this way over Fabio's choices lately. I feel your pain. But I actually love his style and that he keeps our boy comfy and whimsical and up to date (because, let's face it, left to his own devices, Pedro is a teenage boy). I mean, I didn't exactly love the pants for the wine event, but let's not get into that. I got over those. Because you know what? Pedro looks good in everything.

Or so I thought until this morning.

When I woke up from my nap I actually groaned. Not because my back fkn sucks but because I knew this outfit was still out there. That it had happened. That someone whose job it is to dress people found the most beautiful man on earth and did that to him.

How do you pick four colors and not have any of them compliment each other???? And then pick four BLOCK colors, no patterns, but all different fabric textures? And then choose a sweater that's made from something so shiny and synthetic that I can hear it creaking every time it stretches over his shoulders? Like, that's the kind of shit they can't sell at Kohls so they take it off the racks and put it in clothing subscription boxes and try to convince people that "it's not ugly, it's just new and hip and so fashion forward you're not used to it yet." If it caught fire it wouldn't even burn, just melt into a bubbling pool and then cool into a puddle of silly putty.

No.

*screams into a smushmallow*

You know, I'm gonna scoot past the fit of the pants and their zoot-suit pleats and their droopy cuffs and forgive them just so I can concentrate on that sweater. Don't put him in that color!!!! Boy has beautiful undertones and can wear just about anything and you picked the one fkn color that makes him look like an abomination!!!

*throws an arm over my eyes like a drama queen except really not ironically*

There are so many crimes happening here and on a not so cranky day I'd mostly just feel protective that she made him look terrible oh mah gahhhhh

But it's a cranky day. And someone that works in the fashion industry thinks it's okay to pair camel shit plastic with Heinz 57 Stray Cats. If that's what's coming of the runways these days give me two spoons and I'll remove my own damn eyeballs my own damn self--

*takes a deep sigh. tries to forget the pain. lies in an agonized heap*

Did you know edibles are legal in Minnesota now? Yeah. The dems put it on a bill with a bunch of other great stuff and the republicans in the state house didn't read it and signed it into law. It was really great. That was a good day. Legalized gummies.

I'm gonna go get some. BRB.

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queen--kenobi · 5 months

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🌩️ or 🌧️?

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP?

Hhmmm. I'm gonna go with canon for Elayna because I've been thinking about this.

Elayna’s normal perfect braid falls away from its pinned position as she gestures wildly. Her curls, already sticking out from the sides, begin to unwind and fall apart.

"Fuck him!" Elayna snarls. She grabs the edge of her writing desk and pulls. It hits the ground with a large crash. The chair Elayna throws into it splinters.

"Fuck Alicent and Rhaenyra and Daemon and Aegon and most importantly, fuck my husband." Elayna's voice rises with each word. They echo within the stone walls. "Fuck Aemond!"

She sounds almost delirious. The glasses on her small table are the next to go. They shatter against the wall. The bottle of Arbor Red drips down onto the floor to pool like a bloodstain. She flips the table they were on. It smashes upon impact.

The curtains around her bed tear easily. She doesn't stop after ripping them down; she digs her fingernails into the fabric to pull them apart until the seams themselves groan. The curtains around her window take more effort. She truly resembles her house's sigil in the moment, a lioness with bared teeth and sharp claws.

Eventually, she stops. She stands in the center of her room. Her chest heaves. The wild look slowly fades from her eyes to be replaced with tears. Elayna surveys the damage before collapsing in upon herself. She crumbles like the items she ruthlessly destroyed not minutes ago.

"Damn him. Damn Aemond to the Seven Hells for dying. For leaving me! For leaving me and Aelon and Reynard!" She begins to openly weep as she wails. "Damn him for leaving me when I need him most. He left me! He died when me and our sons needed him!" Elayna pauses. In the midst of her tears, she lets out a bitter laugh. "And damn his brother for leaving me. He didn't even have the decency to see his daughter's first birthday. He never was going to be a good husband, but he could have tried! Instead he let himself be poisoned."

"If it weren't for my children, I would personally damn the entire fucking bloodline to the Seven Hells. I would ensure they rot where they belong."

She tries to wipe away her tears. The action only seems to spur a new wave.

"Why? Why did he do this, why did he die? Were our children not enough to make him fight harder? Was I not enough?" Her lower lip wobbles. "Was our love not enough?"

"I miss him. I..." Her mouth opens and closes with no sound. Elayna swallows. Her inhale sounds sickly.

Finally, her voice cracks.

"I cannot. I cannot go on with him."

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♫ you dont have to answer this especially if you already have a ton but lllllllincoln li-wilson,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i am a simple man

SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO THIS I WANTED TO BE REASONABLY THOROUGH (AND YES I DO HAVE TO ANSWER THIS ACTUALLY!!!)

*breathes* heh. This might be a tad long, so let's go to my super secret Lincoln Li Wilson fan club under the cut

-oh right, the password! No problem it's

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okokokokokok so so so so well I guess what I realized is that, while I have many songs for this boy- err technically a lot of them are in a shippy sorta context?? But I don't wanna, well, I don't wanna hit you with anything that is too, like, "ship-dependent" cause I don't know what you do or don't ship!

*That said*- my fucking gothcleats playlist dude? I'm handing it to you anyways cause I have FEELINGS about every single one of these fucking songs and imo honestly you can interpret most of them in a completely non romantic context anyways also also almost all of them are from Linc's perspective for me so I think you'd genuinely still appreciate at least some of these. All *that* said, I will be picking a few from this playlist to talk about that really aren't that romance-coded if at all buuuut are gonna be about Scary to some degree.

Oh- my swiftli playlist you ask??? IT'S SO FUCKING STUPID DUDE. It's so dumb like it's so silly like it's almost purely vibes and the vibes are really really dumb but yesss I'm handing you this one as well I'm not saying the songs don't slap but they're still very stupiddddd.

OK on to some fucking songs yeah???? So I guess the first one I'll start with is:

"Angel With A Shotgun" by The Cab

Which, okay, before I even get to the lyrics like come ON am I wrong for thinking that even just that fucking name is the most Lincoln Li Wilson thing in the whole god damn world??

But yeah, I mean lyrically really this one has a lot going for it as a Lincoln song, but to point out a few particular lyrics that stand out to me:

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If love's a fight, then I shall die With my heart on a trigger

They say before you start a war You better know what you're fighting for

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

I'm an angel with a shotgun, fighting 'til the war's won I don't care if heaven won't take me back I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe

Sometimes to win, you've got to sin Don't mean I'm not a believer

And I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight

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😤 This one really gives me extra feels after the last episode, I gotta say! :0 As far as like pure imagery goes I think some strange combination of an angel and a soldier is just *so* Lincoln. There's just these really interesting themes with Lincoln of like, devotion, and sacrifice, and perseverance, and making tough decisions! Especially to help those around you! This song really just captures that for me.

Okay, next!

"Hit The Floor" by Linkin Park (more like Lincoln Park am I right sorry sorry)

Right right, where to start with this one... This one captures two primary concepts for me. It's partially, like, confrontation between Linc and Scary, from his perspective. But actually, I think you could also interpret some of these as relating to his frustrations with Grant as well! Otherwise, I like this one cause I think it captures Linc's ability to like, totally turn the tables and flip the switch when you least expect it? Seriously, that boy is quick on his feet (heh soccer heh), and always has a trick up his sleeve. Here's a few lyrics:

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One minute, you're on top! The next you're not, missed your shot You think you won, and then it's all gone

So many people like me put so much trust in all your lies So concerned with what you think to just say what we feel inside So many people like me walk on eggshells all day long All I know is that all I want is to feel like I'm not stepped on

What goes up will surely fall, and I'm countin' down the time 'Cause I've had so many stand-offs with you, it's about as much as I can stand So I'm waitin' until the upper hand is mine

I know I'll never trust a single thing you say You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway And all the lies have got you floating up above us all But what goes up has got to fall

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I guess Mike Shinoda is just *the* Linc artist for me, cause this next one is from him as well!

"Believe Me" by Fort Minor

:0 Also about Linc's confrontations with Scary, but with a different flavor! Here I think it's more retrospective, at least in part, in reference to how Linc used to look up to Scary in some sense, and trusted her and all that. Otherwise, there's obviously some narrative parallels going on between these two, particularly with regards to the evolution of their mental/emotional states, which I think some of these lines nod to as well:

...Yeah it's really basically the entire song for this one ahahaha what can I say it's good shit

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You like fun and games? Keep playing 'em I'm just saying, think back then, we was like one and the same On the right track, but I was on the wrong train Just like that, now you gotta face the pain And the devil's got a fresh new place to play And in your brain, like a maze you can never escape the rain Every damn day is the same shade of grey

Hey, I used to have a little bit of plan Used to have a concept of where I stand But that concept slipped right out of my hand Now, I don't really even know who I am Yo, what do I have to say? Maybe I should do what I have to do to break free And whatever happens to you, we'll see But it's not gonna happen with me

I guess that this is where we've come to If you don't want to, then you don't have to believe me But I won't be there when you go down Just so you know now, you're on your own now, believe me

Back then, I thought you were just like me Somebody who could see all the pain I see But you proved to me unintentionally That you would self destruct eventually Now I'll be thinking like the mistake I made doesn't hurt But it's not gonna work 'cause it's really much worse Than I thought, I wished you were something you were not And now this guilt is really all that I got

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ALRIGHT. Let me leave you with one that's just for Linc. I won't bother with specific lyrics for this one, this song slaps (I think!), you gotta give it a listen.

"Galvanize" by The Chemical Brothers

Linc calls the shots in this fucking podcast, you know this, I know this. That's what this one is about.

#“Lincoln Park” is very funny actually I should have doubled down on that #I hope you end up liking some of these!!!#IT WAS A PLEASURE BTW #SORRY I TOOK SO LONG #BUT EVEN IF I HAD A MILLION I STILL WOULDA DONE IT #EVERY LINC NEEDS A TAYLOR AFTER ALL #HEH #lincoln li wilson #dndads #dndads playlist #dungeons and daddies #feymarche #gothcleats #swiftli #scary marlowe #taylor swift #not that one #Countless yours is next I swear!!!

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