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"You're the best thing that has ever happened to me” + “I’ve got you” + Pregnancy x Miguel O’Hara
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Warnings: Beach day! Fluff, pregnancy, mentions of body image issues, mention of suggestive themes, some light angst (if you squint, really), soft Miguel, he's an incredible husband <3 If I missed anything, let me know, I'm terrible at tagging! Not proofread - oops!
A/N: Hey everyone!!! I'm back!!! Wow, I could post two works this week? Insane!!! Well, it was a real blast writing this. I mean it, I got it ready in like, a day or two. That's just how much fun I had with this little drabble! It was just so cute, and I'm a sucker for soft Miguel. I missed writing for him!!!
Once again, I ask your patience. I promise I haven't given up on writing, I'm just really, really busy hahaha.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this! I certainly did <3
“These are so good…” you mumbled, biting into the treat in your hand.
Miguel, standing next to you, winced and his face contorted in a slight expression of disgust. “Cream cheese with anchovies?” he asked, “Yes, mi vida. I’m sure it’s delicious.”
You kept on biting at your sandwich, a content smile on your lips.
“How’d you know this is exactly what I’d want right now?” you asked, mouth stuffed. Miguel winced again. You knew it bothered him when people spoke with their mouth full, and yet he said nothing, simply happy to watch his loving wife indulge in her (honestly appalling) sandwich.
“Call it a lucky guess. All of your cravings so far have been disgusting, I thought I might as well mix whatever we had left on the fridge, and you’d enjoy it.”
You stared at him, dumbfounded. Seriously? Were you and your cravings that predictable that he could just mix whatever two ingredients there were in your fridge? But as soon as you gave it some more thought, the notion made you laugh. Perhaps it didn’t mean you were predictable, only that your husband knew you that well.
You ran a hand on top of your pregnant belly, giving it a few pats before returning to your sandwich.
“Thank you. Our baby seems to be enjoying it as well,” you tell him with a soft smile.
Miguel returns it and bends down to press a soft kiss on top of your stomach. “Well, that makes me happy.”
You two sat there. You, enjoying your ridiculous sandwich, Miguel enjoying your company. He’d been meaning to take you on a small beach day for a while now, but his work kept getting in a way. After a few tweaks in his schedule (courtesy of Lyla), and a few missions handled by other people (Jessica and Peter B. had been kind enough to catch those anomalies by themselves), he’d managed to snag you away on a sunny Saturday morning.
You had everything you could possibly need. Lots (and lots) of food, an insane amount of sunscreen (that Miguel insisted on applying on your skin every 20 minutes), a few books to keep you entertained (even though you’re only spending the day, and not a whole week), lots of refreshments, and four beach umbrellas for you to sit under (that occupied far too much space, something you’d stressed a lot at home. But it’s not like Miguel listened).
“Everything alright, mi vida?” He asked you.
You nodded and wiggled your feet, relishing on the feeling of the soft sand against them. “As alright as it was five minutes ago, Miggy. I promise I’m fine. There’s no need to worry about me.”
He only sighed in response and shook his head.
“Are you sure you’re alright? Can I get you anything? Would you like something from the beach bar? Fresh juice? Any other beverage? An ice cream?” Miguel looked positively adorable when he worried. Ever since you told him you were pregnant, he started treating you as if you were made of glass, and as soon as you started showing, he went actually crazy.
His wife can’t lift a box – can’t bend down and possibly hurt the baby. He’ll do all of the heavy lifting. In fact, he’ll do all of the lifting.
She can’t do the dishes – spending far too long on her feet can tire her out, and he couldn’t have that. He’ll wash everything and get a dishwasher for the days he worked late.
She can’t possibly cook dinner – what if something goes wrong and she gets upset? Stress is not good for the baby. No, let Miguel do all the cooking.
She can’t clean either – let him handle it.
The point was, Miguel was an extremely protective man. He loved you more than anything. And now you were carrying the world’s most precious cargo: his son.
So why wouldn’t he treat you with the utmost care?
“Miguel, I told you, I’m fine.” You sighed, finishing your sandwich. Before you could say something, Miguel had handed you two napkins and a bottle of fresh orange juice. You took the napkins, cleaned your mouth, and he quickly grabbed a bottle of water, presenting both to you.
“Water? Juice? Which do you prefer, my love?” he asked.
You just shook your head. It was pointless to say anything. Better to simply enjoy it.
“Juice is fine.” You took the bottle and brought it to your lips, which earned a slight groan from him. Safe to say, your pregnancy had just made Miguel even more enamoured with you and your body. The accentuated curves, the softness and plushness of your skin, all for Miguel to grasp and tug and pull. Your tender breasts that had grown, and he’d already spent hours twisting and helping relieve some of your pain and soreness, your calves that often needed to be massaged – your body had always been a treasure to Miguel, but now that his child was growing inside of it, he was going to do everything in his power to love it more and more.
You looked at him; this look of his was easy to recognise. Crimson eyes low and darkened with desire, tracing every swirl of your tongue over your lips. You blushed furiously. It was flattering to know Miguel wanted you, and even more so to know both his love and lust had only increased with your pregnancy.
“Like what you see, Mister?” you asked, tilting your head, and playing coy.
Miguel loved it when you did that. It did things to him whenever you played hard to get, whenever you pretended not to know the effect you had on him.
“Very much. Te ves bien bonita,” he hummed, dipping his head low to place a kiss on your jaw. You sighed, and he took it as a sign to kiss you further, trailing down your neck.
You were just about to run your fingers through his hair when you remembered where the hell you were.
“M-Miguel!” you breathed out, slowly pulling him away from your body. “Please – we’re in public.”
“No me importa. Que vean.”
“No – Miguel, no.” You giggled and pushed him off you, earning an annoyed huff from him.
“We’re at the beach. We’re not going to give these people a show.”
“Oh, but who told you I don’t want to?” Miguel asked, raising a brow, “I’d like to show all of those idiots staring who the hell you belong to.” His voice was low and raspy, and you felt heat pool in your lower stomach. You shook your head, trying to get these nasty thoughts out of your head. This was supposed to be a nice, innocent beach date! Not fantasizing about your incredibly handsome husband.
“Well,” you spoke, “Too bad. You’re not doing anything.”
Miguel grumbled and got up, shaking his head.
“Always the same. Always ‘We’re in public Miggy!” or, ‘Don’t do that, people are watching Miguel”, or even ‘You can’t fuck me in front all of these people Miguel’!”
Your cheeks heat up and you blushed furiously, embarrassment spreading through your whole body. Your husband wasn’t talking in a particularly low tone, and people had started to look at him. More specifically, women, smirking towards him and licking their lips viciously. Your stomach was about to curl when Miguel spoke his next words, making you forget all about other people.
“One of these days I’ll take you in front of all of them, I’m telling you. Show them you’re mine.”
“Miguel!”
“What?” He turned to look at you, and you could see that stupid smirk of his plastered all over his face. It was no secret that Miguel loved to see you flustered like this.
“Don’t say that out loud, oh my god!”
“Why? It’s not like I’m lying here.” Before you could protest further, Miguel offered you a cheeky smile and nodded his head towards the water. “I’m gonna go for a dive. Do you want to come?”
You shook your head. “No, that’s fine.” It was enough for Miguel to tense up, but you were quick to reply. “It’s fine – I’ll be fine, Miguel, don’t worry. I’ll just stay here under the shade.” You tried offering him a reassuring smile. After all, you weren’t a child, and could take care of yourself just fine.
Miguel eyed you for a while, before sighing.
“Fine,” he said, “But if you need anything – “
“I’ll let you know. Don’t worry.”
“And I won’t be long. I promise. I just need to freshen up.”
“Miguel,” you said his name softly, “It’s fine. I promise I’ll be fine.”
He nodded and ran towards the water. You watched him as he looked around and the water tickled his feet.
You then looked around, taking the scenery in. It was a lovely sunny day. There were no clouds in the sky, and nothing but a small breeze could be felt brushing your hair. It was the perfect beach day, and you were so glad Miguel had taken today off to be with you. You missed him when he was gone, and although you knew what he did was extremely important (after all, your husband was Spider-Man), it was only natural to long for him when he was away. Especially with these pesky pregnancy hormones.
You returned your gaze to him, and that’s when you saw her.
A woman, eyeing Miguel up and down, shamelessly.
You raised an eyebrow. For the looks of it, it seemed as if she had been looking at him for a while. It was clear she was looking him up and down, and you felt a nasty feeling forming on your stomach, something green and envious and nasty.
The woman approached him, and your eyes lingered on her, on her perfect silhouette. Her legs were long and lean, her stomach toned, and her bikini sure did wonders showing off her boobs. Along with the jealousy you felt clawing at your skin, came another feeling, that instead of making you angry, just made you sad.
Miguel had seemed to notice her, because he turned to face her and the two started to talk. She was all smiles and giggles, tilting her head slightly and – was she actually swaying her hips? You huffed. Miguel was no stranger to flirtation. Women shot their shots with him all the time. Well, tried to. He was always quick to shut them down, mentioning his lovely wife, who happened to now be carrying his baby.
You knew him to be faithful. You knew he loved you and only you. You knew he would never hurt you or cheat on you or cause you any distress.
So why was it that you felt so unworthy of him when you two were out?
You looked at the woman again.
She was gorgeous, with perfect skin, flawless hair, and a great fucking body.
And here you were, sitting down on a chair you could barely get out of, eating a sandwich you were sure was positively disgusting to everyone else, feeling big and fat and ugly and simply not enough for him. The thought nearly brought you two tears. Miguel always assured you of how much he loved you, of how much he adored you and found you the most beautiful woman in the world.
And yet you couldn’t help but wipe away one or two tears that spilled across your cheeks, dark thoughts clouding your mind. You were surrounded by beautiful women, all of them reminding you of how much less you felt, with their perfect bodies and normal stomachs that did not weigh a ton because of the baby growing inside of them, with long legs that elegantly strutted instead of awkwardly waddling from one room to the other. Would Miguel be better off with any of these women? Would they look better on his arm, on his bed, on his life?
It was simply too much. You grabbed your nearby dress and placed it on top of your belly, hiding it. Then, you moved to grab your book, trying to focus on your reading. It was nearly impossible, and when Miguel returned after a while, you did your best not to look at him.
“Hey,” he said. “Everything okay?”
You refused to meet his eye.
“Mhm. Just peachy.”
“Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Then why are you covering yourself?”
“Just protecting the baby from the heat,” you mumbled. What a terrible excuse.
Miguel hummed before you. He bent down and grabbed his towel, shaking the sand from it (away from you, of course), before setting it down on the spot next to yours, and laying on it. Now that he was up close, you could see every freckle on his body, every muscle, every droplet that fell down his arms, his legs, his back. He was as charming as ever.
And you had never felt more inadequate. Unconsciously, you brought your dress closer, hiding your chest too.
"¿Seguro que estás bien, mi vida?" Miguel asked again, looking up at you. Why the hell were you covering your body? Were you cold? It was rather warm outside, that couldn’t be it. Did you feel sick?
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
Miguel followed your eyes. They landed on the woman that had tried to strike up a conversation with him earlier.
And then everything fell into place.
The way you were hiding your body from him, the way you looked somewhere else so that you wouldn’t have to meet his gaze, how sheepishly you were acting.
And it genuinely upset Miguel. Because how could you ever think that you weren’t the most gorgeous woman out there? That your body wasn’t worthy of worship and adoration and idolisation? His fingers slowly crept up next to you, and he softly pulled the dress away from your body, exposing your belly, your thighs, your legs, your beautiful skin and being.
“Miguel, gimme that back,” you mumbled, trying to take the dress back from him. He pulled back his arm and the dress was immediately out of your reach. You huffed, hugging your hands around your body, as if you could hide it from him. You couldn’t. And Miguel was heartbroken that you thought you had to.
“Tell me what’s wrong, mami.” He said, hand caressing your thigh. He’d have to coax the insecurity out of you.
“Nothing’s wrong, I’m just cold – “
“It’s so hot, we could almost fry an egg on that cute belly of yours.” Miguel said. He wasn’t afraid to talk about your body, especially not after you’d gotten pregnant. You’d felt insecure once or twice, but he had always reassured you of how beautiful you were, and how radiant you looked, even with that big pregnant belly of yours. And for the past few months, you’d been doing amazing, feeling confident about your body, and loving your new figure and everything it meant for your future alongside Miguel. But perhaps the beach had taken some of that confidence away.
You sighed and looked away. Unfortunately for you, Miguel reached out with his hand and turned your face towards his. Nowhere to hide.
“Vale. Suelta la sopa,” he spoke.
There was nowhere to hide, nowhere to look to aside from those gorgeous chocolate-crimson eyes of his. You trusted Miguel, you really did. So why were you having such a hard time saying this? Perhaps you didn’t want him to feel like he didn’t love you enough. You knew he loved you. You knew he found you attractive. What if you thought you were being dramatic? What if he thought you were too high maintenance, still feeling insecure even though all he did was reassure you of his love? It’s not like you can help your feelings.
“I don’t want to bother you Miggy,” you replied, voice soft. “It’s fine.”
“You’ll never bother me. You know that, right? Now, come on. Tell me what’s wrong.”
You bit your bottom lip, and then nodded.
“It’s just… I just feel so…” You scrambled for words.
“Take your time,” Miguel said to reassure you.
“I feel so unworthy.”
“Unworthy? How so, mi alma?”
“I’m not – my body is not – I’ve changed, Miguel. My body has changed so much. I don’t look like them – “ you nudged your head towards the water, where the gorgeous woman had been moments ago. “And I never will. And look at you – you’re so handsome. You’ve always been. And next to you, I feel… I feel inadequate. I don’t feel beautiful enough for you… And I know what you’re gonna say. That I am, and that you love me, and that you love this child. And so do I. More than anything. But sometimes, I just feel… I feel like you’d look better with someone like that on your arm.”
Miguel listened attentively to each word you said. Just as he figured out, you were feeling down because of your appearance.
“Honey,” he started, letting go of your chin. “You are right. I will say that you look beautiful, and that you’ll always look beautiful to me.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but he was quicker.
“Uh-uh – let me finish. As I was saying, you are beautiful. And I love you. Sure, your body has changed, but it has changed because you’re carrying our baby. You’re carrying a child. Mi vida, do you know how miraculous that is?” His voice was laced with nothing but adoration, and so were his eyes. “You’re carrying a life inside of you. You’re going to bring a life into this world. That is such a beautiful thing. Your body has simply stretched to accommodate our little one. And that is such a lovely thing. It’s a miracle, mi vida. You’re a miracle.”
Your eyes quickly filled with tears, and Miguel cupped your face with both of his hands.
“I couldn’t care less about other women. Whatever they have, whatever they might offer, it will never compare to what you offer me every day. To the love you so selflessly give me every single day, to the greatest gift you’re about to give me. A child. You’re going to bring my child into the world. You say you feel inadequate next to me – Mierda, I feel inadequate next to you. You have chosen me to be the father of your child, and you’re doing all of this to carry it and bring it to the world safely. And all I can do is watch. I can’t take away your pain, I can’t take away your discomfort. I’m the lucky one. I mean – hell, you could’ve had any guy in the world, but you chose me. You chose this awkward, nerdy, standoffish man who couldn’t even tell you he loved you the first time he kissed you because he was so bad dealing with his own feelings.”
You giggled as you recalled the memory, and your heart warmed. Miguel laughed along with you. He’d come very far with you. He was a man of logic, of reason, never letting emotions cloud his judgement. Which made everything infinitely harder when he met you – you, who broke down his walls and made it impossible to think and be reasonable. He’d come so far, and it was all thanks to you.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Miguel continued. “This child is the greatest thing that could ever happen to us. I know that I can’t take away your insecurities just like this. And it kills me that you can’t see yourself the way I do. But please, please believe me when I tell you that you are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. The kindest, smartest. The most miraculous of them all, carrying a child all by yourself.”
Tears ran down your cheeks, and you sobbed softly. Miguel scooted closer to you, and with his help, you got up from your chair and sat down on his lap. His arms were instantly all over you, one of them bringing you close, the other trailing patterns on top of your stomach.
“I just… I feel so ugly sometimes… And then we came to the beach, and it was supposed to be a lovely day just between the two of us, but then I saw that woman, and she looked gorgeous, and I’ll never be her…” You said in between sobs.
Miguel caressed your head and dropped a kiss on your forehead.
“You forgot the most important part.”
You looked up, confusion in your features.
“She will never be you.”
Your eyes widened softly, and you parted your lips.
“She will never be the woman I love. She will never be the woman who puts up with me every day, even when I’m cranky and grouchy. She will never be the woman who wakes me up with kisses in the morning because she wants me to start my day in the best way possible. She’ll never be the woman who packs my lunch and writes sweet notes. She will never be the woman who loves me unconditionally despite my many, many flaws. She will never be you. Never.”
You smiled through your tears and the invisible rope that tugged at Miguel’s heart loosened its hold. You were smiling. Thank God.
“She’ll never be me?” You repeated.
“No one will ever be you.” He replied, closing the gap between your faces, and taking your lips in his. You kissed him softly, cupping his jaw with your hand and trailing your fingers through his head with the other. When you pulled away for air, there were tears in your eyes once again.
“I’m sorry for being like this… Sometimes, the hormones, they just…”
Miguel quickly cut you off.
“You don’t need to apologize. I will never get tired of saying how much I love you, of telling you how much you mean to me. It’s okay to not be fine. Isn’t that what you tell me?”
You nodded with a small smile.
“Then I’m telling it to you too. It’s okay to feel like this. And I know I can’t understand the depth of your feelings. I can’t know for sure what you’re going through. But I’ll always be by your side. I’ll always be right here to help you. I love you, honey. I really do. I’m the luckiest man alive.”
If someone were to tell you a few years ago that Miguel would be capable of saying these sorts of things, you’d have scoffed and told them to fuck off. When you met him, Miguel didn’t do feelings. He never opened up, never spoke about himself or his emotions. But then you came along and taught him how to feel, how to love. You taught him it was okay to be vulnerable, to be taken care of, to be loved. You loved him all the more for it, your scary, mean, giant of a man who turned into putty whenever his eyes landed on you.
“I love you. Thank you so much for this. I mean it.” You said, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. He smelled like the beach, like the soft breeze and the warm sun. You placed a kiss there and smiled as soon as the salt of the water hit your tongue.
“I’ve told you, mi vida. I’ve got you.” He said, still tracing patterns on your skin. “I’ll always be here for you. I love you.”
You two remained like this, in each other’s arms for a while.
You didn’t feel the need to get up or go for a swim. Not yet.
For now, all you wanted was to stay in your husband’s arms, feel his heartbeat against yours, sink further into his touch. You looked up and took in the scenery around you. The shining sun, the clear blue sky, the sparkly water. You watched as young couples smiled at each other, groups of friends played around, and families ran after their children. Someday, it’d be you and Miguel, along with your little one.
You realised you didn’t feel insecure anymore. Miguel was right. It was a miraculous thing, to be carrying such a precious thing inside of you. Your child. Miguel’s child. The product of the love and devotion you held for each other. You couldn’t be ashamed of that, could you?
You knew this would be an uphill battle. Your insecurities couldn’t be erased simply overnight. But with Miguel’s arms wrapped tightly around you, you realised that as long as you had him to remind you of all the beautiful things you and this body meant, and how much you two loved each other, it would be okay.
You would be okay.
A/N: And that's it! I hope you guys have enjoyed this little drabble.
Have a wonderful day ahead, everyone!!! <3
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Oh, to Find Love in Russia | Konig x Reader
I used to post my stories on tiktok under the username @codlover but I figured since tiktok might get banned I should delete that account and post it here. Here’s one of the stories.
Feel free to use my work as a prompt/inspiration. Better yet, feel free to write your own ideal part 2 just MAKE SURE YOU CREDIT AND TAG ME.
WARNINGS: Mentions of injury, specifically written for my delulu girlies💕
The ice, cold air of a wintery Russia rushed through your body like death through Pompeii. With your lips an ungodly shade of purple and your fingers feeling so stupidly numb, you follow the public map displayed on the side of the nearest building to meet a short term comrade in a common tourist area.
It took you some time, having never been to Russia before, but you eventually find yourself walking alongside a very large man who names himself König. He leads you away from the tourist path and into a market area where you both enter a less than busy bar. You agree you’ll talk here, where it was warm and your shivering didn’t hinder your ability to speak.
The next two hours was a conversation of confirming your roles here and the goals that were set to be accomplished – you both were sent to gain intel, but König’s main focus was to serve as your armor, and gaining intel was especially assigned to you, dear reader.
You were not a special forces operator because you were big and strong, or because you had a particular set of skills pertaining to combat at all. Your task-force had elected you to become one of it’s soldiers because you were a holder of intelligence – you were the brain, and everyone else was the body.
Your skills lied in your ability to speak and understand a multitude of languages. Your looks and personality made you attractive to others both romantically or otherwise – people couldn’t help but make themselves known to you. You were good at making them feel so special that it hurt too much to not spill all their flavors into your cup.
Blackbird, they called you; a symbol of beauty and intelligence. You were your team’s little warbler – whatever they needed to know, you were sent to find out, and you always came back chirping your sweet song of intel.
König was quite taken by you from the very start – he’d never met a woman in his field that carried herself with such grace. Overtime, many women in special forces became much like their male colleagues; rough around the edges, heavily drinking and/or smoking, cursing like wounded sailors.
You? You were so clean. Not a single profanity fell from your glossed lips, your voice was smoother than the finest of silk velvets. Your eyes are still warm with the hope of a better world and twinkled with the gentle promise of eternal youth.
Granted, you were still rather fresh in age being in your early 20s. Still, you were special.
As you both got familiar with each other over the next few hours, König grew firmer in his belief that the radiance of your skin was actually your golden soul shining through your pores.
The safe house you’d both been given had been put together at the last minute. A fact that was clear by how it was a small cabin with only a couch in the living room and one bed in the bedroom, certainly not prepared for two. The kitchen was stocked with little snacks and such, but if either of you ever got the taste for a real meal, you’d have to eat out or go grocery shopping.
König was quick to offer you the only room, as you were a lady deserving of privacy.
Over the course of two weeks, you took turns cooking and choosing restaurants. But by week three, you’d become so focused on your task of manipulating a Captain in the Russian anti-group that you’d end up spending every free moment of your day at the desk, documenting the day’s occurrences and future strategies. König became responsible for making sure you both ate – it seemed that if he didn’t feed you, you’d simply forget to do it yourself and starve.
Week four was when the storm arrived, the great finale that signaled the nearing end of every mission – Blackbird had collected everything she needed and was ready to fly on home and feed her findings to her kin. Things were wrapping up and, naturally, that meant shit was going down.
The final day would end with König wounded – he fought well, your knight in shining armor. Of course he won, but he was losing blood from his abdomen and you knew he was in pain.
The jet that was assigned to pick you both up would not arrive until morning. Your due date was not until two days from now, but you’d finished early. Until then, you used what you had to stop the bleeding and make him comfortable.
You leave him on the bed that you’d been sleeping in for the last five weeks, flat on his back. If not for the pain of his stab wound, he might’ve enjoyed drowning in the lingering, feminine scent of shampoo and perfume stuck to the sheets and pillows you burrowed yourself in at night.
You bandage him with delicate fingers ��� such a stark difference compared to the medics back at the KorTac base. They were always so rough, like hornets pricking and prodding at his body.
He doesn’t notice how your focus was divided between his wound and his bare chest. Your impulsive thoughts, if you gave in to them, would’ve had you resting the palms of your hands flat on his muscles and grazing your fingertips over the ridges.
You tried to be respectful, the man was in pain – but you just couldn’t help your nature as it demanded to behold the glorious sculpture settled before you. Thousands of years ago, König might’ve been the model for ancient Greek statues. He was beautiful.
König sits up on the mattress when you finish, which now is stained with speckles of blood, clenching his jaw as he did. Your hands come up on his bare chest and you stop him.
“What are you doing?” You ask, bewildered, “You have to rest, König, you’re hurt.”
“This is your bed, schatz,” König grunted, “I will go to the couch.”
Now that the mission is over, you suddenly feel a wave of guilt come crashing down onto you. You’d been so busy thinking about what you needed to do, how you were going to get your hands on the information you’d been sent out to receive that you didn’t ever stop to think about König’s comfort. And here he was, spending every single day of the last five weeks watching your back, making sure you ate, and that you were comfortable. All he did was think about you.
As you stare at him, your heart begins pulsing erratically. Your face grows warm with the sudden realization that this big, brutal, soldier of a man was such a gentleman. He’d been so kind and considerate, looking over your shoulder for you like he was born to do it and not just because it was his job.
Your hands raise to cradle his masked face. You think about how this six-foot-ten beast had been sleeping on that tiny, poor excuse for a couch for nearly two months for the sake of your comfortability, and how he would do it even now when he was in pain.
Without a second thought, you go in and kiss him through the fabric of his mask – a little peck of admiration for his chivalry, a humble praise for being a rare man.
König stares at you when you pull back, he’s stunned. All these weeks of very subtly flirting with you … he thought you’d never notice, or even reciprocate his interest. König figured that you both would separate at the end of this story like Orpheus and Eurydice, he’d be damned to never know you again and you’d forget him as soon as he was gone.
With your hands still holding either side if his jaw, you tell him, “Lay down, König. Here.”
He brings up a large hand to meet one of yours, using the other to hold himself upright and stroking your wrist affectionately with his thumb, “You will not sleep on the couch, schatz.”
“No,” You agreed. “We will both stay here, on the bed, and that way if you need anything, I’m right here to help you.”
Still not believing what’s happening, he tries again to rise from the bed, only for you to guide him back down until his head rested on one of the pillows.
You ask, “That’s okay, isn’t it?”
König, beneath his mask, feels his lips curling upward as he laughs breathlessly.
He grins, “Okay?”
It was perfect.
#cod#call of duty#modern warfare#konig#kortac#konig x reader#simon riley#john price#john mactavish#kyle garrick#x reader
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It is currently 5am and I woke up like 20 minutes ago, let's go lol
You know why I'm here, I kinda know why I'm here but that's besides the point anyways, thought of the day: Law becomes confident in their relationship and makes it exclusively Luffy's problem. Luffy thought that Law being confident about them would mean more PDA, more getting to tell their friends about the cute/hot things Law did that week, but no, Law only now doesn't push Luffy away when he kisses his cheek in public and if he asks, a proper kiss on the lips. A win is a win to Luffy though and he knows better by now than to try tearing down Law's metaphorical privacy screen in one go.
What DOES change, however, is that Law has become… insatiable when it's just the two of them. They definitely share a living space by now if you're thinking a modern au setting, which I am so that's all you're getting, and Law is a MENACE compared to before. Sure they would cuddle and Luffy was given free rein to kiss Law when and wherever in the confines of their home, but now Law's dragging Luffy into cuddling on the couch or back into bed while mumbling about 10 more minutes. Luffy thinks Law is sick when he pouts about Luffy not getting home at the time he said he would (he was 7 minutes late). While Luffy wishes he could get Law to put up with his PDA more, he's still over the moon about Law initiating intimacy more than before, makes him feel a lot more appreciated than he expected.
Now the sex. It almost scares Luffy, which has little differences to arousal for him, when Law starts being more vocal and outgoing during sex. Usually he had to fight Law on pulling his face away from pillows or teasing himself until he used his words to tell Luffy what he wanted, now Law was openly crying out for Luffy like he's reciting gospel and at the same time begging for him defile the temple Luffy worships. A week ago Law gave Luffy the dirtiest look for smacking his ass after Law refused to say Luffy's name, only calling him Mugiwara/Straw Hat out of spite, while like an hour ago Luffy found Law fingering himself while shamelessly moaning his name loud enough to hear from the doorway.
I'll be so real right now, I knocked out halfway through that last paragraph, what you see now is heavily edited because I was on some shit while half awake typing it the first time… the last one though I kept mostly original cause wtf was I on when I wrote “Now the sex.” 😭
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NO BC YOU COOKED WITH THIS ONE ANON! I totally relate to the GRIPPING 5am thoughts.
I've been dying to write a one-shot with this premise, I started down this road of brainrot when I made a post about Law becoming a puppy boyfriend after years of dating Luffy and you just took it and RAN. The neurons are firing in my brain. I live for stories about them getting into relationships but one that they're already in a relationship and something changes is so fun.
I love this. Like Luffy is so used to being the one to seek out Law for affection when they're alone and Law has always given it to him, not overly so though, he always acts a little annoyed when Luffy throws himself at him or begs for cuddles when he's busy reading but he doesn't push him away. Law's just not a glutton for physical affection like him and Luffy accepts that. Law's an amazing boyfriend and it's enough for Luffy.
However, now the roles are reserved and Luffy is CONFUSED. Like don't get it twisted he is over the moon and would spend all day cuddled up with Law on the couch if he could. It's just such a drastic change, especially in bed. Luffy loves this new Law that is showing him his face and is so vocal and needy begging him for more and more until even Luffy is tired and that's saying something, it's what he's always hoped for. I think Luffy would faint from happiness if he discovered Law fingering himself and saying his name no joke.
Luffy is thrilled, albeit a bit confused and it feels so not like his Law, the one he's grown to love more than anyone in the world. He's not perfect, but he's perfect in Luffy's eyes. He wants to know why Law is suddenly so different from his normal self. Does he think he's more attractive? He looks in the mirror to see if maybe he looks different but no, he's just the same old Luffy. Maybe he just loves him more? It's great and all but why now?
I'm torn on the reasoning behind this (you should let me know your thoughts). I like the idea that Law just woke up and decided he doesn't care anymore. He knows better than anyone that life is too short and he wants to love Luffy the way that he's been wanting too deep down but he's been held back by his own insecurities even after all this time.
Maybe he had a nightmare after years of not having them and he dreams that Luffy died and there was nothing he could do. His patients are suddenly dying more than usual and Law is terrified that he's going to lose Luffy even though it's illogical. The only thing he can think to do is give him his body and soul (he already had it, but he wants to make sure Luffy knows he has it).
Whatever it is, they both like it a lot. Luffy gets all the physical affection he's ever wanted from Law and Law gets to finally be open and honest about his adoration for Luffy. They're more in love with each other than ever and everyone can see it even if Law still hasn't let up on his PDA barriers to the point they're asking if something happened. Both Law and Luffy reply "nothing" with stupid little smiles because nothing and something happened all at the same time.
Thanks for another fun ask, I love this odd anonymous brainrot sharing thing we have developed here. <3
(ps "Now the sex." is great and I would have loved to see your 5am brain chaos but the edited version is just as amazing!)
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Ok but hear me out… Kirsten x Bada ??? Idk I see it 😜
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙳𝚘𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚗)
Synopsis: Bada and Kirsten's chemistry on screen seems to get a lot of people talking, especially when they work together on Smoke. What if the chemistry reached beyond what's shown?
Warnings: cursing, secret relationship, this is just fluff 🫶
(A/N: y'all i missed youuuuuuu 🥺🥺 hope this kinda makes up for a day of my absence)
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"It's a quiet Saturday today, don't you think? No taping, no lessons, no nothing.. We got a day for ourselves and for our fans." Bada says, smiling at Kirsten as they cuddle in bed together. Kirsten just chuckles and snuggles against Bada, happy that she's able to spend some alone time with her. It's a rare yet a very cherished moment between them.
They've been secretly dating each other since they worked together on the leader class mission. The chemistry that was seen on screen is as real as it gets. They were very careful to keep their relationship under wraps, only a few people knew they were together to keep the professionalism up. It was also a mutual decision that they keep it a secret since they're both at the peak of their careers.
"Mhm. You're going on a morning run, right? Well I'm gonna do a quick instagram live since I promised some fans to let them have a peek at my morning routine.. Then after that, we can go out and get something to eat before we just stay home to cuddle and rest." Kirsten says which made Bada smile and place a soft kiss on her lips. She loves spending the day just at home with Kirsten, basking in her presence and her loving.
"Right. Might as well get ready now. I'll see you in about an hour, beautiful." Bada says and they both got up to get ready for their own plans. Bada got ready for her morning run while Kirsten got ready for her instagram live, making sure that nothing is amiss and that people won't be able to tell that she's living with Bada or that they're in a relationship.
Everything's doing great, until 20 minutes into Kirsten's live that people noticed she's wearing one of Bada's shirts. Kirsten tried to brush it off as 'just a little fun gift from Bada' and went on with her live, hoping that fans would just let it go. 40 minutes came in and all their careful planning came crumbling down when Bada came home, calling out to Kirsten without knowing that her girlfriend is still talking to fans in Instagram.
"Honey, I'm home! Where are you?? Oh there you are.. So pretty.." Bada immediately went to Kirsten, not noticing the camera right away and placed a kiss on Kirsten's lips. Kirsten had a stunned expression, things happened way too fast and they were definitely caught.
"Bada.." Kirsten nudged her girlfriend before pointing at the camera. Bada looked confused at first then slowly realized what just happened. Her whole expression was priceless as she saw the camera and that the people are going wild as they just exposed their relationship to the internet.
Kirsten ended the live, the two couldn't believe what just happened but then there's no coming back from it now. They're exposed and there's no use in lying so they decided to just come clean.
"No matter what happens, I still love you and will choose to be with you." Kirsten says and cups her girlfriend's cheeks. Bada nods and grabs her own phone, taking a picture of her and Kirsten kissing and posting it on her instagram account.
'Been together since Smoke 🩵🩷 Been chaotic but loving every second of it' she captions the picture and tags Kirsten with it. It was chaos for a few days but that just made their relationship much stronger.
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Real Delulu
Miles Morales x fem! reader
"And my man, thank you to my maaaaannnn"
It was no secret you were obsessed with your boyfriend. Definitely one of them "my man my man my man" type of girls. But you couldn't help it !! He was so good to you.
Miles Morales constantly showered you in praises and love. However, this was only when the two of you were alone, or occasionally on his story. He wasn't tryna be hard or nothing, he just valued privacy.
You on the other hand, talked about this boy like he put the stars in the sky just for you.
if he could, he would
"I miss my man.." you dramatically slid out of your chair, warranting a heavy sigh from your girls.
"Did you not just see him at lunch, bitch?" Karma, your bestie, snapped at you. It was only playful, that's just how the two of you talked.
"Okay, but lunch is only like 30 minutes, ima need like an hour." You whined, clinging to her arm.
"Girl get off meeee, it's hot in here," The girl pried you off of her, laughing at your desperation.
"Oh, it's funny, Karma? I'm bout to dieee" you put your head down, fake crying. Normally, you could leave class to meet Miles in the hallways; You knew this class had a good 20 minutes left, and if you asked to leave now, it would be breaking the 15-15 rule.
"Okay, lemme stop. If i finish this assignment now, I can focus on him later," You finally sat up, focusing on your work after spending the whole class giggling over imessage.
"Bet, because im close to getting a motherfuckin C in this class, and i need help." Karma slammed her phone down, ready to work.
...
As soon as the bell rung, you popped out of your seat, dashing to the door.
"No running, Miss L/N" your teacher droned.
And you did not give a fuck, you sped tf out that door, knowing exactly who was on the other side.
"Hey boo," you squealed, kissing Miles on the cheek repeatedly. Although your teacher stared at you in shock, she didn't say anything because this was a daily occurrence.
"Hey mamas" (yeah) , "sorry for not responding to all 30 of your texts, my phone died." He held up his phone as evidence, because you were not going for that.
"Mhm, and that's why you need to be charging it at night." You rolled your eyes teasingly, still smiling brightly at him.
He walked you back to his dorm, prepared to be forced into a cuddle session with you, until you pulled out your phone, opening tiktok.
"Whats this?" He asked, questioning the obvious.
"And my man, thank you to my man" you mouthed the lyrics, making sure you were both in frame. You also made sure to wiggle the promise ring he had given you at the camera.
"A tiktok." was all you said. You sat down on his lap, ready to record.
He just looked at you, smiling. He didn't care much for tiktoks but for you? Oh, it was whatever makes you happy. You posted to tiktok to your instagram story.
karmasabitch replied to your story:
'Girl good mfn night 😂😂'
A/N : this was short asfk but i promise you my best ideas come out at 5 am when i should be sleeping. aaaanyways, as per usual, not proofread or nothing. if i wake up and feel like it, i'll make edits 🩷
#black tumblr#black authors#atsv miles#earth 42 miles morales x black!reader#miles morales#atsv imagines
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Just Like a Folk Song - Part 1
Part 1: Love You to the Moon and to Saturn
Emily and Aaron have been friends since they were children, what will happen when Emily realises she can no longer keep her feelings for him to herself?
A Young Hotchniss AU
Part 1/3
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Hi friends!!
This is part one of a birthday fic for one of my favourite people in the whole world - @ssa-sparks!! It isn't her birthday until tomorrow, but I thought I'd get the celebration started a little early because she deserves it.
Lina - I am so grateful to have you in my life. You're an amazing friend and a true light in my life. I know you love young hotchniss, and I know you love my AU's, so I thought this would be the best of both worlds.
Speak to you in just a little bit <3 (probably.)
Part 2 will be posted tomorrow and part 3 the day after. Part 3 will have smut!
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Words: 2.5k
Warnings: brief mentions of Aaron's childhood, no smut in this part but fic is rated M.
Read over on A03, or below the cut
She’s woken up by a hand on her shoulder, a gentle shake, and a kind voice.
“Miss Prentiss, we’ll be landing soon.”
She blinks a couple of times and sits up, smiling at the flight attendant standing next to her, “Sorry.”
The flight attendant smiles and shakes her head, “No need to apologise, I just wanted to make sure you had plenty of time to wake up.”
She smiles and nods, straightening herself up in her seat, “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“No worries, we’ll be in DC in about 20 minutes.”
Emily blows out a slow breath and looks out the window as the flight attendant walks away. No matter how many times she had done this, countless flights back into DC from all over the world throughout her life, she never got used to the nervous excitement she’d feel in her belly just before she landed. She knew it was in part because she feared what could have changed when she was gone, the very real reality that life carried on without her something she’d had to get used to when she was young.
She’d gone travelling around Europe for a few months after graduating with her Masters. Visiting old haunts from when she was a teenager, everything somehow more beautiful now she was looking at it through the eyes of a 24-year-old. She would miss it, she’d miss the freedom it had given her as she figured out what she wanted to do with her life, but she was excited to get a job, and she was excited to see her friends. She was even looking forward to seeing her mother, but she knew that feeling would likely fade within minutes of seeing her.
Mostly, Emily was looking forward to seeing Aaron.
They’d met when they were children. Aaron’s mother had worked for her mother as a maid, cleaning the house every other day, and she always brought Aaron, and eventually Shaun when he was born, along with her. For a long time, Emily hadn’t been able to figure out why Elizabeth had allowed it, the gesture seemingly at odds with what she knew about her mother, but as she got older she realised she must have known about Aaron’s father. About the violence he was capable of, and how she understood their mother’s desire to keep them safe.
Aaron was a playmate at first. He was a couple of years older than her, but was kind even then, seemingly not turned off by the idea of spending time with a girl a little younger than him. Their friendship grew as they did, and somewhere along the way, he became her best friend. A constant she could always rely on no matter where in the world she was, the letters and phone calls they would exchange a link to the world she left behind whenever she’d go away on one of her mother’s assignments.
He was her port in a storm, the very thing she relied on in her worst moments. When she came from Rome, fragile and still putting herself back together from what had happened there, he’d noticed something was wrong the moment he saw her. She’d considered not telling him, keeping what she still considered her deepest secret to herself, but he’d asked what was wrong and she’d fallen apart, confessing everything as he hugged her, his embrace firm even then when he was only 17.
She didn’t remember when she fell in love with him. When the feeling of friendship turned into more, the love she’d always had for him transforming into what she felt now. It had happened slowly, bit by bit until she didn’t remember how it felt to not be completely, heads over heels, in love with her best friend. There were moments when she thought he might feel the same way too, when his gaze would linger on her a little too long, affection that seemed to run deeper than friendship lingering in his eyes.
Emily wasn’t afraid of much. She’d been headstrong her entire life, something that seemed to be a compliment from everyone other than her mother, and defiant. Keen to always prove people’s expectations of her wrong, desperate to show that she was much more than just the ambassador’s daughter. One thing she was afraid of, was losing him. Aaron was important to her, so deeply woven throughout her history and who she was that the thought of not having him in her life was too much for her to bear. She’d rather just have him in her life as her best friend than risk losing him because she admitted that she wanted more.
She’d tried to find happiness in other relationships, flings that had never gone far enough for her to introduce them to her parents, but she’d struggled. She’d had one long-term relationship when she was studying for her masters, with an older man called Ian, but he’d turned out to be the opposite of everything he had pretended to be, her reality coming crashing down when his live in girlfriend came to her place and confronted her. Aaron had come over the second she’d called, furious for her and armed with her favourite snacks and her favourite movie that he’d rented. He’d confronted Ian for her, something she’d scolded him for afterwards as she held an ice pack to his black eye, but she swore she saw something in his gentle smile that evening. As if she could have leant forward and kissed him and he would have kissed her back.
After her flight lands she feels like she’s going through the motions, barely paying any attention as she goes through customs and collects her luggage. By the time she gets back to her apartment, she’s exhausted, dead on her feet as she abandons her suitcase just inside the door. She sheds her coat and walks into the kitchen, frowning when she sees two messages blinking on her phone.
“$20 it’s Mother,” she says to herself, pressing the button on the machine to play the message.
“Hi, Emily, it’s your mother-”
“Got it in one,” she says to herself as she reaches for the coffee pot so she can make some as she listens to the rest of her mother’s message.
“I know you only got back home today, but I just wanted to remind you that I’m hosting a fundraiser this evening and I’d appreciate it if you attended. Aaron will be there too so you can catch up. See you later.”
She rolls her eyes as she places the coffee pot back into its machine, “I had a great time, Mother. Thanks for asking,” she grumbles to herself and shakes her head. She checks her watch, she would have enough time to shower and get ready before she went out. “Welcome back I guess.”
The second message starts to play and she sighs happily to herself the moment she hears Aaron’s voice, any tension her mother had caused immediately seeping out of her shoulders.
“Hi Em. Just calling to say I hope you got back okay - can’t wait to hear all about the parts you didn’t put in your postcards. I’m sure your mom has already told you but there’s a fundraiser tonight. Can’t wait to see you.”
She hates herself a little for how widely she smiles, her cheeks aching with it as she places her finger over the button, contemplating listening to it again before she shakes her head at herself and steps away, grabbing the coffee pot to pour herself some now it was ready.
“Get it together, Emily.”
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She feels immediately tense as she steps into her mother’s house.
This place had always had this effect on her. It had never quite felt like home, they’d never really been here long enough at a time for her to relax into it, her room never decorated to her liking - indistinguishable from every other bedroom.
All of the good memories she had here were from when she and Aaron were young. When they ran around the halls whilst both of their mothers worked their vastly different jobs that had brought them together. She could still hear their laughter sometimes, echoing around the meticulously decorated halls, an innocent echo from before life had got in the way, back when they were too young to understand what the world had in store for them.
“Emily!”
She smiles as she almost immediately walks into Dave. He was her mother’s friend, one of her advisors first and foremost, and, whether he liked it or not, a father figure for both Emily and Aaron. Her father had died when she was young, her memories of him hazy now, and Aaron’s had died when he was 15, his liver finally giving out. Dave was almost always around and always willing to hand out advice, however unwanted it might be.
“Dave,” she says, pulling him into a hug, chuckling when he kisses her cheek, “How are you?”
“I’m okay, nothing ever changes for me,” he says, shrugging as he pulls back, “More importantly how are you? Didn’t you only get back a few hours ago?”
She chuckles and nods, crossing her arms over her chest, “Yeah, I’m not even unpacked yet.”
“To be fair, Bella, you could be back for a few weeks and you still wouldn't be unpacked,” he quips, laughing when she sticks are tongue out at him, “Have you seen Aaron yet?”
She shakes her head, “No, I only just arrived. Is he here?”
Dave smiles, a slight tightness to it she doesn’t fully understand, “I was just talking to him,” he says, reaching out and patting her on the shoulder, “I should go mingle, but if I see him I’ll let him know you’re here.”
“Thanks, I’ll see you later?”
Dave nods before he walks off, already being called over by someone Emily recognises as one of her mother’s friends. She sighs as she steps further into the party and she immediately grabs a glass of champagne from the tray of a passing member of wait staff. She takes a big gulp, humming gratefully as she swallows before she goes on the hunt for her best friend. She isn’t looking for long, and she can’t help but smile when she sees him.
“Aaron!”
He turns at the sound of her voice and she waves at him, her cheeks warming as he smiles widely and makes excuses to whoever he is talking to before he leaves them, immediately joining her.
“Em,” he says, walking over, his smile getting wider as he walks towards her. She feels her stomach flip and she has to blow out a steady breath as he gets closer. She somehow always managed to forget how handsome he was, how the dimples in his cheeks always drew her in, a part of her always itching to see if they would fit her thumbs perfectly, a place to hold him close as she pressed a kiss to his lips, “I’m so glad you made it. How are you?”
“I’m good,” She replies, and presses her lips together to suppress a smile, “I’d rather not be here right now, but you know what my mom is like,” she says, shrugging nonchalantly, “It’s just easier if I came. Plus this way I get to see you.”
He looks her up and down as if he was reading her mind, and sometimes she worried he could. So in tune with her in a way no one else ever had been that it felt nothing short of a miracle that he’d never figured out how she felt about him.
“Are you sure you’re not tired?” He asks, concern bleeding into his tone, his eyebrows furrowing together as he reaches out for her, his hand landing on her arm, his touch burning her in a way she’s sure tinges her cheeks pink. “You don’t seem like yourself.”
“I’m fine,” She shrugs again, her smile turning into a smirk as she ignores just how tired she truly feels, “You know what I always say -jet lag is a choice.”
“Jet lag is a choice,” he says at the same time as her and she rolls her eyes. He chuckles and pulls her into a hug, “Maybe for you,” he says, squeezing her tightly before he steps back, “But for us mere mortals it’s very much a reality. “I missed you.”
She smiles, and she feels warm, love for him spreading through her body, her skin tingling under where his hands lingered on her back, his hands so warm she could feel it through her dress.
“I missed you too. A lot,” she says, and she bites her lip, suddenly overwhelmed by the desire to tell him how she feels, or to at least allude to it. She isn’t sure if it’s proximity after months apart, or the jet lag she’d denied the existence of, but any reason she’d previously had not to tell him disappears. She feels a spark of bravery, or potentially stupidity, and she finds herself speaking before she can stop herself, “Aaron, I-”
“There you are!”
She’s cut off by a voice she doesn’t recognise, and her attention is caught by a blonde woman appearing behind him, a slightly sheepish smile on her face as she steps next to Aaron. He turns and looks at her, his smile faltering ever so slightly as he looks nervous for a second before he turns back to Emily.
“Hi,” he says to the woman next to him before he turns to Emily, “This is Haley,” he says, smiling at Emily before he looks at Haley, “This is Emily.”
“I’ve heard so much about you,” Haley says, offering her hand out to shake Emily’s, who takes it, her smile never faltering as she looks back between the two of them, the political training she’d had ever since she could talk coming in useful as her gut churns, “Aaron speaks so highly of you.”
Emily takes a moment to look Haley up and down. She was pretty. Petite and gorgeous in a way that reminded her of all the girls she’d never quite fit in with at school. Her blonde hair came to just shy of her shoulders, and her smile was frustratingly kind. Emily feels a pit start to form in her stomach, memories of Aaron’s college girlfriend, Kate, who looked incredibly similar hitting her in full force as she finds herself coming to a conclusion that she hopes isn’t correct.
She chuckles humourlessly and releases Haley’s hand, looking back and forth between them, “Well, he’d better,” she jokes, “I’ve known him since he was 7 I have a lot of dirt on him.” They all laugh, Emily’s polite more than genuine, and she waits for a moment to see if Aaron will say anything, but he doesn’t, the nervous awkwardness he sometimes had that she’d usually find endearing annoying her. She looks back at Haley, “I’m sorry, who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at one of these events before.”
Haley looks up at Aaron who clears his throat and nods, looking over at Emily, something in his eyes that she doesn’t recognise, and it’s enough to confirm what she’d already been thinking.
“Haley is my girlfriend.”
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This oneshot was originally posted on my second wattpad account and I wanna post them here instead because I know ppl will see them
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Gamer Boy Friend
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Genshin Impact one-shot
{streamer!venti x fem!reader}
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"Venti Bro! I'm here!" Y/n exclaimed kicking open the door to the male's bedroom with plastic bags full of snacks that both of you enjoyed with huge grin on your face.
Said male turned in his chair to look at her and gave her a signal to wait a moment. "Sorry chat, my friend came over with food. Gotta talk to her real quick." Venti said to his stream chat taking off his face cam and muting his mic then his cat ear headphones.
"Sorry, Venti. Didn't know you were streaming." Y/n said a bit panicked.
Venti chuckled. "It's fine. Calm down, you got what I ask for?" He asked.
"Oh! Yeah, yeah I did! Here, it's all in this bag." Y/n said handing him the bag in her left hand.
"Awesome. You're so sweet, thank you." Venti said with a smile walking back over to his desk.
"So, I'll leave you to it then." Y/n said making her way towards his bedroom door.
"Wait, hold on. Stay for a bit." Venti said.
"Okay, if I'm not going to be a bother." Y/n said.
"Of course not. You never are." Venti said blushing a bit at the last thing he said.
"Kay. I wanted to spend time with you anyways." Y/n said plopping onto Venti's bed.
Venti watched her get comfy on his bed with her snacks be her side. Venti turned his chair away from the girl on his bed with a slight blush on his face, he sighed. He put his headphones back on, he didn't unmute or turned his cam back on since he knew that his chat was going to say something.
He's liked Y/n for years now and it's getting bad to the point where he doesn't even want her around. But, she doesn't know that. After calming down his heart and his red face, Venti unmuted and turn on his cam.
"Sorry that took so long chat, now where were we." Venti picked up where he left off for 20 minutes until chat saw Y/n in background and they went off.
sadboi24: barbatos? who's that?
fancycat34: girl 😳
shadowdestiny: is she your friend or something?
edgylord69: girlfriend? 👀
inkymaster: x to doubt 😑
monkelord: she look good tho 🫦
kaylovesbarbatos: oh nah, she better not be his girlfriend
samtheman: bro 👆🏼 that's toxic
Venti looked over at chat since he noticed how fast it was going, his bluish green eyes widened at the chat asking who Y/n was he looked over his shoulder at the woman, who was chilling on his bed scrolling through her phone, munching on snacks.
'Damnit! She's in face cam range. Okay, Venti play it cool.' Venti thought. He took a deep breath and thought about what to say.
"That's my friend, Y/n, Chat. Don't worry about her, we're just hanging out." Venti said.
"Eh? Not really but sure you can say that!" Y/n chuckled.
Venti's mic picked it up and chat went wild. Saying how much they like her voice and saying she's funny with that sarcastic comment. Venti huffed, rolling his eyes.
"Chat, you're here for me not her. Stop simpin'," Venti turned his chair over to Y/n, who was smirking at him. "And you stop trying stealing my viewers!" He shouted.
"Wow, dude chill," Y/n said getting up from her spot on Venti's bed and walked over to him. She took a seat in his lap, taking his headphones of his head and putting them on her. "I am stealing your viewers." She smirked.
Venti blushed not just from her bold actions but the fact that she's just hijacked his stream. "Hello, chat! Venti.exe is not working at the moment so I, Y/n will be taking over." Y/n laughed as chat went crazy
Venti groaned, snatching his headphones from Y/n's head. "Hey!" She exclaimed.
"Stop it, Y/n." Venti mumbled softly, he was still a bit flustered since she was still in his lap.
"You're no funny, Venti." Y/n said.
Chat was going off on how cute the two were together and started to ship them.
"Don't call me Venti when I'm live. I'm Barbatos." Venti said.
"But that's your real name, Dummy. Venti is your nickname." Y/n said raising an eyebrow.
"Shut it, don't tell them that!" Venti exclaimed.
Y/n scoffed. "Whatever you say, Barbatos." Y/n said.
Venti sighed. Y/n frown then perked up again as an idea popped into her head.
"You know since we're live right now. That means I can finally do this." Y/n said turning to face Venti grabbing both sides of his face and pulling him into a kiss.
Venti's heart rate increased as his face flushed red when the girl he's been in love with for years is kiss him, live on his stream in front of thousands of people. He melted into the kiss wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling her closer. It was sweet and passionate kiss so there was no doubt in Venti's mind that Y/n felt the same about him as he did her.
Once Y/n pulled away, mostly for air, Venti and Y/n's foreheads touched as they looked into each other's eyes paying chat no mind as it moved at light speed.
"You sneak..." Venti trailed off then chuckled. "That's why I fall for you in the first place."
"Good! 'Cause you're never going to get rid of me." Y/n said to Venti, wrapping her arms around his neck to hug him.
"Would never dream of it." Venti said with smile.
~End Stream~
#genshin x female reader#genshin impact#genshin fluff#genshin fandom#genshin venti#venti x reader#genshin fanfic#modern au#genshin x reader#genshin barbatos#x female reader#x fem!reader#oneshot#venti the bard#venti x female reader
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Hi!! I would like to ask, if possible, the lifestyle of Baro x black reader in general with the mention of household chores, what they do with their free time, how they sleep together and more if you have inspiration😊
Bye 🫶🏽
Mr. n' Ms.' routine ♡
in which you spend a day with barou.
c.w: black reader, pro footballer! barou, fly girl shit, the gym, idk anything else!
a.n: i post like every blue moon i swear LMFAOOOOO, but anyways, thank you for asking!
morning:
barou wakes up pretty early in the morning to head for training so you wake up without him, but he sends you a voice note saying sweet words to you! something like:
" mornin' doll ♡, practise was good, i'm driving right now but i'm gonna get something from that caffe you were talking about. anyways, i'll reach in 20 minutes, tops, so don't miss me too much, babe, i'll be there. love you forever. "
you get ready to make some breakfast for yourself, (or if you feel lazy to, you can order!) and do your cute lil' skin n' hygiene routine!
when he comes back home, he makes sure to pester you with tons of kisses and goes straight to shower & change and comes back to eat breakfast with you.
you two work together to wash and put away the dishes which typically takes hours because you two are mostly just talking about the most stupid shit, but work gets done!
you can finally get to work in your cute office in which barou chills out in the living room watching some of his favourite shows until he gets bored and starts trying to cuddle with you while you're trying to focus.
afternoon:
'rou knows how to cook real bad, so expect him to make you something really nice, maybe even something from your culture because you taught him how to make it!
but lunch is that time of the day when you don.t need to eat anything that big and appetizing (if i'm correct) and so, he would probably make you a sandwich or order something for you if he feels too tired to make anything and you're too busy.
now in the afternoon, he gets pretty tired and takes a nap in your shared bed after playing some FIFA or probably COD and just dozes off, but always tosses and turns incase you're not there laying next to him :(
you tend to do some laundry and organizing your closets and cleaning up a bit before eating some lunch and going back to work!
if barou doesn't feel tired, he'll help you clean up or will clean up himself!
night:
barou and you tend to go to the gym at night since not that many people are there and it feels more soothing to work out at night.
he drives while you're the passenger princess (he jokes about this a lot and once called himself "passenger king" when you were driving) looking all dolled up but ready for a pretty nice work out.
he helps you through out like a personal trainer and listens to your shared playlist during the exercise until you're done n' head out.
he normally gives you the aux and can be seen mouthing the lyrics to your favourite songs since you're always playing them in the car with his left hand steerin' while the other grippin' your thigh (alexa, play "don't" by bryson tiller!).
" ugh, i'm so tired, i wanna go home, and my thighs hurt :( " " no worries, i'll stretch you out, alright? " " mmh, that sounds nice- wait stretch me out? what you mean by that? " " in the way a queen needs to be stretched out ♡ "
you two take a nice bath together and do your night routine together taking 30 minutes until you make dinner together, making a beautiful dish!
once done eating, its back to the kitchen again to wash and put back all the dishes, brushing your teeth in the bathroom, hopping into your bed and watching your favourite netflix show and maybe doing something crazy ♡
but, at the end of the day, dolls need their beauty sleep and lovin' ♡
#rue rantz#barou x reader#black girl blogger#x black reader#bllk x reader#barou shoei x reader#barou x you#i ♡ barou!#blue lock#blue lock x reader#blue lock x female reader#barou shoei
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Tiny best friend 1/?
Hello! It's my first post and english is not my first language so please be nice! Hope you enjoy!
Next part:
!Warning!
fear, angst, mention of death/torture, vore mention, reffering to a person as an "it", mention of killing
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Jake was a borrower, a tiny person, just around 4 inches tall. He was one of thoese living outdoors, surviving on his own. He was just a teenager, hardly ever 18, yet doing great on his own. Or so he though. In short terms he was very lonely and got a chance from life - he found an herb that would make him grow to human size for a few hours, length depending on the amount consumed. That's how he meet Lucas. Lucas was a human boy, same age as him. They became friends very fast and after 4 months Jake was spending most of his days at Lucas's house. Of course his best friend didn't know his secret as borrowers that were found were kept captive as pets and mainly abused or killed. He knew he could trust his Lucas, they were like brothers even if they didn't know echother for long, but it was still terrifying to reavel the truth. But he loved his best friend, trusted him and wanted to be honest. That's why he decided to reveal who he really was..
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Jake and Lucas were playing video games as usual.
"No!" yelled Lucas as he lost again "I'm the one who though you how to play and now you're beating me every time. It's not fair!"
"I'm just amazing" Jake smiled, trying not to burst out laughing at his friend's frustration.
"Yeah right" Lucas rolled his eyes "shall i get my revange?"
"well, maybe later actually. I'd like to talk about.. something..." Jake sat up and took a deep breath.
"What? Why so serious all of sudden?" Lucas sat up with a worried expression. He didn't like when Jake acted like that. Sure, the boy was tense most of the time as he seem scared of like- everything- but Lucas got really worried seeing Jake looking like there was something really bad going on.
"It's just.." Jake tried his best to stay calm. Really. He trusted his best friend and loved him so much, but the though of reaveling all that was really scary nonetheless. "What do you think about borrowers?"
"Borrowers? Oh- you mean tinies." Lucas looked at him confused for a moment. Jake nodded. "Is it all about? Really you're stressed up talking about some kind of pets? Bro you scared me" the boy signed.
"Pets..?" Jake whispered. Lucas looked at him strangely. Oh God talking about that was a mistake - the borrower though.
"Well i mean.. they're pretty cool I guess. I've heard they're quite intelligent pets, but like… they're really fragile. I wouldn't buy a pet when I couldn't play with it. Like fine, it's only 20 bucks so after I play around with it I could just buy another one but I just don't like the idea. They seem weird. Like, don't get me wrong, they can be fun, one of my classmates took his tiny with him to class and we played with the thing and it was fun but you know, they're loud, they make noises scream-a-like and we hardly did anything and it died. It sucked, we had to give the guy 5 bucks eatch for like 10 minutes of little fun. I mean, it's cool, but when they die, it can be a mess, one of my buddies' shirt got ruined by its blood. As pets, i don't really like them. But i heard they make meals of them! There's even a restaurant near my school where you can eat them alive! I think that would be so cool, i don't really like raw meat but that sounds really fun to do with friends. Like, imagine that, feeling like a real predator hunting the thing and having it moving in your mouth and maybe even stomache if you don't chew on it. I'm really keen on that but never any of my friends wants to go and-"
"Stop" Jake mumbled through his tears. "Please." He was shaking like a leaf. He trusted Lucas - he believed he would never hurt anyone. He thought of him as his best friend, but he was just a cold-blooded murderer. A monster. Jake stood up. He had to get out before he breaks down. Their friendship has just come to an end.
"Bro, what's wrong with you?" Lucas asked, worried.
"You're a monster."
"What..?" Lukas panicked. "Come on bro, what's your problem?" But Jake didn't answer. He grabbed his things and left the room, heading for the front door. Luke ran after him.
"Jake, what the hell is up with you?!"
"I don't want to see you ever again," he finally replied, tears streaming down his face. Lucas looked at him heart broken.
"Jake... please, what happened? We're best friends," he pleaded, stepping closer, but Jake just stepped away. He was scared. Terribly scared. He didn't know who was standing in front of him. He didn't know Lucas anymore. It wasn't the cute, kind boy who found him, or the boy who gave him the love and affection that made him feel like he belonged somewhere, that he had a family. It wasn't him. He was a cold-blooded monster, a killer, someone who would hurt him if he saw him in his true form.
"Trusting you was a mistake" he said in a shaky voice, letting more tears roll down his face. He turned to leave, but Lucas grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Jake, please calm down. Talk to me" Jake looked at Lucas. The human looked very worried and tears were forming in his eyes. Jake couldn't take it anymore and started sobbing loudly. Lucas didn't understand what was happening but nothing on earth could take his best friend, no, brother away from him. They were too close to never speak to echother again. Lucas spread his arms out offering a hug.
"Is touch okay?" He asked politely, because surely they both needed a hug.
"No.. not now" He wanted to say - no, never - but he couldn't bring himself to.
"It's okay" the other boy said, looking a little sad. "Let's talk about it all"
"NO! We can't- I-You- I have to-" Jake panicked, not wanting to continue this nonsense. It was wrong all this time. It was wrong to even turn into a human-a-like size, to speak to a human, to trust a human. He regretted his decisions. However, he couldn't help feeling terrible, a sense of betrayal, he loved Lucas and he turned out to be a completely different person than he had imagined. Jake loved someone who didn't exist. He liked the imaginary version of Lucas.
"Jake, please," Lucas whispered. Jake could tell that all Lucas felt right now was confusion, fear, pity, and pain. He didn't like that expression.
"I'd like to leave now" he said coldly, wiping his tears.
"Jake please, what the hell is wrong? Can we forget- I mean, let's just chill"
The borrower wanted to forget. He did. He also wanted to answer. But he felt a feeling that made him stop in his trucks. He only took a bit of the special herb because he wanted to reveal who he really was. Shit. He realised he could become tiny any moment now. He paled. Oh hell, not here, not now, anywhere but here. He was next to the person who would kill him if that happened. He wanted to run, to hide, to do anything, but he couldn't. Fear freezed him.
"Jake, I'm begging you, we need to explain this calmly.." Lucas took a deep breath to calm himself down. Meanwhile, Jake had a panic attack. He was about to shrink. He didn't know if he would change if he did twitch. He couldn't even breathe, Lucas noticed.
"What's happening?" he asked timidly and gently, placing his hand on his friend's shoulder. Jake panicked and immediately pushed Lukas away with all his might, taking a few steps back himself. He panicked when he realized he was shrinking. He narrowed his eyes tightly and after a moment he felt that the pain and tension that bound him disappear. Usually it was a pleasant feeling, but not this time. Now he was afraid to open his eyes. He was scared to say at last, he was terrified. As soon as he heard a gasp that was way too loud, he realized it had happened. He shrunk before Lucas's eyes. He opened his eyes uncertainly and looked up. Too high. Lucas was too high up. It was hard for Jake to breathe, and his body began to tremble. Lucas stood there, being gigantic, staring down at him with wide eyes. Another tear rolled down Jake's cheek.
Lucas smiled.
Oh fuck.
#giant/tiny#g/t angst#gianttiny fearplay#g/t fearplay#gt related#gt community#size difference#g/t writing
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I love your stories so much! I want to know what YOU would wish for…
Less of a story here because I dont like writing stories about myself. But I guess if I got a wish, it'd be to instantly get the life I'm working towards.
I wanna be built like a fucking truck, NO A FUCKING TANK! I wanna spend 10 minutes just getting my huge body actually out of bed in the morning followed by a mandatory stretching session so I can actually move through out the day. I want the place I'll be working at to have to custom order a lab coat as I just don't fit in the standard ones. I want my foot steps to be heard all around the office no matter wear you are. I want to have to take a whole ass eskey to work everyday for all my meals.
At the end of the day I wanna hit the gym with my boyfriend who would ideally be into bodybuilding too, nothing hotter than two guys trying to help each other get bigger. I want to sweat like a pig through my whole workout, have all my clothes look like an entirely different colour by the time I'm done and when I get in the car I want my boyfriend to think my B.O is way too rank, no matter how into it he is I want him to think its too much, hell I wanna think I smell too fucking rank but the windows would stay up and if he complained about my post gym B.O I'd simply put hands behind my head to make sure as much of it can fill up the car as possibly. When I get home I want my gym shoes and bag to have to stay in the garage or else risk stinking up the whole house. When I finally get around to taking a shower I want it to be an uphill battle. It takes me 20-30 minutes as it is now to scrub B.O off my bodyhair so imagine how it'll be when I'm finally big. After all that'd done, I wanna sit down on the couch, hear the frame bed under my muscle, load up COD and sit down with a nice big plate of dinner and a XL blender filled with a protein shake and eat all of it to hit my macros, only to be left bloated for the rest of the night, unable to stop burping or belching.
and a few other things like on the weekends spending pretty much all day in my underwear posing and keeping a pump up, wearing gym clothes 90% of the time because thats the only thing made for my body, and of course just for fun buying a shirt slightly too small and seeing how long it takes me to rip it in public.
but a day to day life like that is what I'm working towards, I wanna be told I'm too big and I should give the gym a break. I want to just be a huge fucking tank of a man who takes up an entire doorway.
That is the life I'm currently working towards, only difference is if I got a real wish to make it happen instantly is I'd make sure my genetic limit becomes non existent so there was no limit to how big I could get.
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ENHYPEN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND
description: self explanatory. how i think enha would be as your bf
cw: suggestive (only for the legal members), fluff, annoying bf enha.
a/n: a filler post while i brainstorm ideas for my next fic 😻‼️
HEESEUNG
a lovely man
buys you all your favorites (food, drinks, snacks, etc)
bitches and whines if you don't make him ramyeon at least once a day
"c'mon babe im HUNGRYYY"
lets you wear all his clothes
absolutely gushes when you cheer him on as he games
"GET HIS ASS HEE!"
smiley lil bambi
tit squeezer even if you don't have tits
hugs from behind >>>
sending memes back and forth at ungodly hours
<3's fucking you in his hoodies.
"such a dirty, pretty baby... getting my clothes and my sheets all wet"
staring down jay, jake and sunghoon if they stare for too long
even tries to box them
"IT WAS FOR LIKE 2 SECONDS!"
"2 SECONDS TOO FUCKING LONG! GET OVER HERE SIM JAEYUN"
JAY
oh lord.
spends every last penny on you
even if you tel him not to
"stop! i have enough jewelry!"
"you could never have enough, love"
twerks on you outta boredom
"GET YOUR ASS OUTTA MY FACE"
"at least call my ass fat :("
cooks for you & feeds you
so much so that you feel like your stomach could explode
"jay, im full :((("
"nuh-uh! gotta make sure my lover is all good and plump so open wide :D"
has a thing for stomach fat and thick thighs
like he goes absolutely feral.
but even if you don't have either of those things, he loves you just the same
an ass squeezer
literally will squeeze and slap your ass anytime, anywhere
"JAY PARK >:("
"hey, in my defense, it was out in the open"
slaps his ass back,,, literally everywhere
"hey! >:("
"in my defense, it was out in the open"
quickies in the shower after practice >>>
"gotta make you cum real quick before jungwon comes in"
JAKE
omg
a fucking softie.
teaches you how to play soccer
and laughs if you fall
"ITS NOT FUNNY JAKE!"
dying laughing, clenching his stomach
plays games with you
any kind of game
board games, video games, games to do with sports, made up games
and you beat him in almost everything
"can't you let me win once?", he asks while playing candyland
"no :)"
forehead and temple kisses :(((
watched all your favorite tv shows and movies
cuddly baby :(((((
loves holding you no matter where y'all are
hugs from behind >>> pt 2
forces you to wear his boxers after y'all fuck
"i am not wearing that"
"why not?!"
"THEY HAVE LITTLE DICKS ON THEM"
"so what?! heeseung said they were cool :,("
SUNGHOON
a demon straight from hell.
taunts you for being shorter than him
"look at the midget :)"
"i may be small but that just means it's easier for me to cut your dick off :))"
buys you things that reminds him of you
like those shrek and donkey matching keychains
"why"
"cause you annoy me like how donkey annoys shrek"
he didn't get any for a while.
not even head
"YOU GAVE ME BLUE BALLS FOR A WEEK"
"YOU CALLED ME A DONKEY"
"I SAID YOU ANNOY ME LIKE DONKEY"
>:(
makes you work out with him
"babe... im tired"
"you've been walking for 2 minutes... WALKING"
fucks you against the wall
"you like that sweetheart?", he says while pounding into you, "you like it when i treat you like a little fleshlight?"
🙈🙈🙈
calls you every hour
"you alive?"
"you asked me this 20 minutes ago"
"yeah but your ghost could've texted"
😐
stupid ass mf but you love him regardless
SUNOO
softie pt 2
gentle pecks on your face
"sunooo stawwwhpppp"
"i canttt you're too cute"
:(
devastating in love with you
all eyes on you when you walk into the room
loves finding new restaurants to eat at with you
watching musicals at 2 am on his off days :((
a corny type of bf
like orders a large milkshake with two straws kind of corny
buys you plushes when he travels :(((
"babe im home!"
"IS THAT SNORLAX?!"
also likes fucking you with a plushie in your hand
"baby looks so innocent but they like getting fucked like a little slut, ain't that right?"
does push ups every morning with you on his back
"CMON KIM SUNOO YOU GOT THIS!"
"i- cant!"
"are you tryna say im fat :,("
"WHAT NO WHAT THE FUCK NEVER"
just like jay, he makes sure you eat well everyday
"open up :]"
"but baby, i already ate 4 corn dogs"
"and you're gonna eat another :)"
JUNGWON
half demonic, half soft
enjoys watching tv with his head on your lap
especially likes when you play with his hair
stealing kisses from you while you study :(((
mcdonald's flurries in the middle of the night
cooks for you
and fails
"too much water jungwon. j-jungwon, it's gonna overflow. JUNGWON-"
"JAY STOP IM TRYING OKAY?!"
"not trying hard enough", yall say
upset baby
a literal fucking child
pouts if you don't give him enough attention
"babe! :( it's been an hour already! :( can you put the book down? :("
supportive of you no matter what you do
lets you cry on his shoulder
but stares at you in disgust when you get his shirt wet
"ugh now i gotta put this in the washer 🙄"
stfu.
NI-KI
a demon?
no!
he's satan himself.
taunts you for being shorter than him pt 2
even if you're older
"look at you! you barely come up to my shoulder!"
"watch it riki, i will kick your fucking kneecaps out"
gets off on teasing you
teaches you dances
and laughs if you fail
but frowns if you did well
"why the long face babe?"
"you're tryna dance better than me and i don't like that >:("
teaches you how to box
or at least he tries to
"you're doing it wrong riki"
"then you do it heeseung! >:("
pouty baby
literally.
if things don't go his way, he gets all pouty and upset
"rikiii :((( what's wrong?"
":,( i said no pickles on the burger and they put pickles on it"
"😐 just take it off"
"BUT IT STILL HAS PICKLE JUICE ON IT"
dating him is like raising a newborn baby.
sleeping with him
but getting kicked off the bed in the middle of the night
"riki nishimura."
"hm?"
"you know your long ass legs literally pushed me off the bed last night"
"really? i didn't hear anything"
"WHAT?! EVEN HEESEUNG HEARD ME FALL TO THE FLOOR AND HE'S LIKE TWO ROOMS AWAY!"
"🤷🏻♂️ my bad?"
how are you even dating him
crown kisses :(((((
even if you think your hair is unruly, he will still find a way to kiss the top of your head and make you feel it
#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enha fluff#heeseung hard thoughts#jay hard thoughts#jake hard thoughts#sunghoon hard thoughts#sunoo hard thoughts#boyfriend enhypen
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Ranking (bullying) LD Curtain's season 2 fashion choices
Because even if the show seems to have forgiven him, I sure haven’t.
DISCLAIMER: This is in NO WAY criticizing the costume designers of this show- it couldn’t be farther from that. They’ve done an amazing job with every single piece in the show, and all of these fit Curtain’s personality and aesthetic perfectly. This is just me mocking the in-universe fashion choices that the character makes, because he needs to be bullied more. All lighthearted, all in good fun.
Disclaimer #2: I know literally nothing about fashion, please don’t attack me.
Okay, from least heinous to most heinous, here we go!
First up:
As much as it pains me to admit this. I actually. Really like this one. (”And if you told me I would never say something like that, well, I would never say something like that, but here we are.”) I think the silhouette is interesting, and all of the pieces come together well. Plus, in some of the tighter shots you can see that the fabric texture and detailing is really cool:
The leaves as clasps and that crinkly texture kind of really slap, and I really love the way the collar sort of wraps into the placket.
8 / 10
Interview outfit:
Wow, look! Another one that doesn't inspire immediate feelings of rage! We're doing so well.
This one isn't as visually interesting as the first outfit, but I do sort of like it. The collar folds create kind of a cool shape, and the grey accents under the top is a nice little contrast. I don't know how I feel about the zipper right below the collar, it's kind of a weird choice and might look better if it wasn't so visible, but I'll let it slide for this one since we have a much more heinous zipper situation coming up later.
I like the contrasting shades of blue with the button up shirt, and the lavender shirt he wears under it later in the episode, and the fact that part of the collar can kind of fold down to make a different shape.
6 / 10
Clown sleeves:
So the sleeves on this one are. kind of a lot. But they gain a couple of points for being the only thing in this outfit that really pops. They're sort of weird, but I can see the appeal of them standing out against the black vest, and being a pretty nice contrast that draws the eye.
5 / 10
Meh:
Time for the part of the post where I include 6 outfits that I just kind of don't have strong opinions on, mainly because they feel like pretty standard, decent outfits with no real reason to bat an eye at them.
The last image is saved on my computer as "are those your pajamas?" but. acceptable.
sure / 10
Dancy dance:
🧍♂️
I don't have much to say about this one other than, for some reason, the visual of him wearing tennis shoes makes me viscerally uncomfortable.
🤡 / 10
Elizabeth Holmes Chic:
He looks like a kid playing dress-up in their dad's giant overcoat, except someone let him go outside looking like this. I know oversized clothing items can be fashionable but here he's like drowning in it.
And then when he takes the coat off:
This maybe wouldn’t be a terrible outfit, it’s just so goddamn pretentious. He seems like he's trying to look like Steve Jobs, but ended up looking more like Elizabeth Holmes.
about to start another pyramid scheme / 10
Vacation dad (derogatory):
On someone else I might like this outfit, but on him it just looks so dumb. He looks like he's about to go skydiving with how much he's buttoned up. Better watch out or he could get carried away and spend 20 minutes unstrapping and unbuttoning it to reveal his fun little vacation shirt underneath! It's somehow stupidly formal and stupidly casual at the same time, and I just think it's a very silly little outfit. He's joining the army as penance for his fashion crimes. If you ask very very nicely he might tell you what's in his four huge, weirdly-placed pockets.
what's in the pockets / 10
And now.
We've arrived. We're finally here. The last one. The moment we've all been waiting for.
The worst of the worst:
I'll be honest, I don't really know where to start this one. There are too many things to choose from. Do I start with the weird asymmetrical pattern on the sleeves, with the red and blue stripes that aren't even made up of the same type of pattern?
Or maybe the fact that the buttons (and the piece of fabric they're attached to) ends too high above the neckline of the top layer?
Or we could talk about the fact that the top layer looks like one of those smocks you'd wear to get an x-ray at the dentist, made in a fabric that must have been rescued from the back of a fabric store after 50 years of not being bought.
I think by far the worst part is the length:
The fact that those strange little smock flaps go almost a foot past the zipper, halfway down to his knees. It swallows like 2/3rds of his body in this horrible block of grey fabric, and this man has the audacity to carry himself like it’s fashionable, instead of an assault on the senses.
I want to set it on fire. I want to burn him along with it. I want to gently take his tailor aside and ask if Curtain held him at knife point and made him design this monstrosity. TEAR IT TO PIECES, GET IT OUT OF MY SIGHT, TURN IT INTO SCRAPS FOR SQ'S ART PROJECTS.
Anyway.
This outfit is such a menace to this world that I thought everyone should get a chance to tear it to shreds, so presenting, the communal roast:
“GROSS. SHUN.” -@mvshortcut
"prison chic. dentist x-ray chic. ugly." -@mysteriouseggsbenedict
“the terrible zip up vest that just keeps on going fucked a potato sack” -@bi-demon-ium
“runway model for the most pretentious fashion designer who ever lived” - @sqenthusiast
“Trying to be casual but also Better Than You. The definition of 'you really thought you did something there'” -@echo-delta
“Child with one of those books where you can draw clothes over top the shape of a person” -@mysteriouseggsbenedict
“Mr Curtain sir I don’t feel very happy looking at this. I think it’s a little counterproductive.” -@mvshortcut
Truly horrendous.
borrowing constance's acid to destroy the outfit and then clean the eyes of anyone who wants to forget they saw this monstrosity / 10
Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, and as always, send the x-ray bib to hell.
#the mysterious benedict society#mbs disney#mbs#mysterious benedict society#ld curtain#this post has been in the works for a WHILE so I hope people enjoy it#we don't need to talk about how long it took me#this post really just devolves as it goes on#a portrait of me losing my mind#i could also scream about how much i love the costume design of other characters on this show#but this was the funnier option#on any other characters i would be complimenting them for their bold fashion choices (except for maybe the last one)#ledroptha curtain
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really not sure how I feel about the ending to travelers, or the show as a whole. it has such a fascinating concept and builds an incredibly rich world off of that, but there are so many pitfalls to how it's constructed. I've never seen such a rollercoaster of quality that's SO rapid. i'm talking 10 to 1 in the space of a minute and back again, over three entire seasons. insane. LONG POST INCOMING
good stuff:
the direction is amazing. visually, the show is beautiful, and sets up shots that are consistently creative and designed to depict the emotion the scene is supposed to evoke, which I've never seen done so artistically. we'll see half of marcy's face when she's lying. we'll see kathryn filtered through soft light when maclaren looks at her. blood and sunlight is shown in stark contrast. action scenes have moments of intense stillness in the middle, which make the violence so much more shocking. philip's addictive eye-drop medication is always shown dripping down his face like tears. standout eps for stuff like this are '17 Minutes', and 'Protocol 3'.
fairly anti-copaganda for the most part. it's rare to see.
the acting is wonderful. jared abrahamson (trevor), reilly dolman (philip) and jennifer spence (grace) especially blew me away. trevor's dual energy of sprightly teenager and wise old man had to be very difficult to get right, but it was done perfectly. when he stares down his host's abuser in 'Update' his eyes were nearly black; you could imagine a 400 year old man and the rage he must have accumulated through centuries of hardened existence. philip was a character who wasn't allowed to live up to his potential, and I will be repeating this, but the scenes he had were devoured. he had an addiction to multiple substances, he was mostly ignored by his team despite being the most crucial member, and he had not a single friend outside of his fellow travelers. the agony of all of this was portrayed to perfection. grace fulfilled a role that is normally given to a paunchy white guy, an annoying genius who gets away with inappropriate behaviour because they're clever. [the rodney mckay effect, one of many stargate echoes in this show, thank you brad wright.] she was absolutely hilarious and brought light to a very grim show at times.
the traveler missions were excellent. the pacing in these scenes was great, the plots were generally airtight, and the awareness of the audience's intelligence was thrilling to witness. i figured out mysteries exactly when I was supposed to, a few minutes before the fallout - so you see how the dominoes will fall, and you see how nobody could have caught them. SO on theme for this show. the one moment that did catch me off guard was maclaren's birthday party in s1. oh my god I was so mad at the gotcha jumpscare, it annoyed the hell out of me lmao
bad stuff:
my main gripe. this show is called travelers. this show spends only about 50% of its runtime with solely travelers. the rest of the time is spent with david (marcy's boyfriend who doesn't know she is from the future and possessing the real marcy's body), kathryn (who also doesn't know her husband, maclaren, is not her husband) and jeff (an abusive alcoholic who consistently tries to beat up his ex girlfriend, who is also now a traveler.) these people completely take over the show. they have multi-season arcs and entire episodes revolving around their problems with marcy/maclaren/carly, often domestic. attempts to give philip and trevor stories outside traveler missions are abandoned sometime around s2. when these civilian characters were abducted together in s2 I literally started calling them the Avengers of Being Annoying. I've said it before but imagine how awful the show leverage would've been if 20 minutes out of every episode sophie, nate and eliot left to talk to their individual spouses about their relationship problems.
there wasn't even a serious confrontation about the consent issues surrounding the takeover of someone's life - especially assuming a sexual or emotional relationship with that person's loved ones. like that should have been a huge ethical dilemma removed from simply possessing a previously dying body. like why are you now fucking your host's wife like it's ok??? you're not him and she doesn't know you????
it was grim. it was also very clear that david was a favourite, some writer had a crush on marcy's actress, and some other writer was apologising to his wife through the maclaren/kathryn storyline. or maybe I'm just a hater. idk
this show had an amazingly compelling narrative, but it sacrificed a great deal when it comes to character stories. these characters were established very well, and built up over season 1 to have great depth and rich histories... and then we never explored most of it. we don't know the original genders of philip, maclaren or marcy. we don't know about the families of philip or maclaren. we don't know if the main 5 knew each other well or just trained before coming to the past. the future is almost a complete mystery and that was what made it cool in season 1; by the finale? fucking annoying.
these characters' most emotional moments and deepest relationships happened with the 21st century people they emotionally abducted. idk why. maclaren had no reason to stay with his host's wife. trevor could have freed himself from high school sooner. carly (with philip's help) could have gotten rid of jeff very quickly. I don't know why they insisted on this aspect of the show when the main cast were so underdeveloped and remained so for 3 seasons. this, more than anything, made the finale seem very hollow. the main 5 were coworkers, and apart from philip, and occasionally trevor, marcy and carly, they weren't that invested in each other's wellbeing outside of their efficiency as agents. this was not the found family I signed up for.
basically:
7/10 show for me. very visually gorgeous, as mentioned, and besides the kathryn and david of it all, very tightly written. thanks for saving the world, I suppose. I'm going to go look at the sky.
#travelers netflix#netflix travelers#philip pearson#trevor holden#grant maclaren#marcy warton#carly shannon#traveler 3468 if I ever see you it's on sight. you should have stayed with carly. it's insane that you didn't#philip was originally a 50 year old lesbian. to me. marcy was a 37 year old bi man.#maclaren was originally a straight guy but he was also 25. this explains a lot when you think about it. THINK about it#the fact that they never explored the mess that would come from changing genders or having a sexuality that does not align with your host's#utterly tedious. white man writer's syndrome. they can't imagine the world not catering to them.#the way philip talks about his host 'this young man'............. like...........#i know the number sequence makes it so marcy's the youngest but i need it to be maclaren. he is very much a little shit#imagine exploring the differences between yours and your host's bodies.......... hall could've been an 18 year old girl.#boyd could've been a 45 year old man with a wife and kids. WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING COOL WITH THAT.#imagine marcy and david's relationship but marcy tells him she's a gay guy from the future. a conversation for the ages. and we missed that#going to travel to the past and tell brad wright to do this or there will be a plague outbreak in 2020. back in a sec#(meant to say this show REEKED of stargate universe. even the close up shots like I WAS THERE. I WAS IN THE TRENCHES)
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[20 Question Fic Writer Game]
Tagged by @faindri and @pancake-breakfast!
How many works do you have on AO3?
18! Most are poetry collections, so a lot of smaller stories in one anthology.
What is your AO3 word count?
75,144
What fandoms do you write for?
Trigun is my main squeeze atm (and biggest in general, I have four projects for it which is double anything else--and the highest wordcount, too), but I've written for KinnPorsche, Sabikui Bisco, Danny Phantom, Vampire In The Garden, Sasaki to Miyano, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, Goncharov (yeah... yeah), The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window, Signalis, Omori, Lycoris Recoil, and The Executioner and Her Way of Life
What are your top five fics by kudos?
No idea and I ain't looking! Trad publishing has me extremely scarred from some nasty comparison wars, so I have kudo and view counts blocked on ALL fics, including mine. From my kudos emails, though, Hallowboned has to be my top fic for sure. Last time I was paying attention most of my other fics didn't pass into triple digits by a long shot
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
I do!!! I adore comments, and I love chatting with folks, it really keeps me motivated and chugging along. I am... very behind on replying to the comments on my last chapter rn because I feel so awful and guilty about having to quit writing
What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Uh... I don't write a ton of narrative fics, and I do love me some tragic poetry, but I guess the angstiest collection might be my Signalis one, Observable System Transcendence? But my Omori poem and the Trined Soul collection might be contenders, too
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I mean, Trembling Hands is a Trimax fix-it fic, so? Though the Sasaki and Miyano collection, Effortless Dreams, is definitely the most tooth-rotting fluff I've ever slapped onto the page
Do you get hate on fics?
Oh yeah, I've had my poetry called pretentious and also not good enough to be poetry lol. It's been a hot minute since that's happened, people are just jerks sometimes
Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I used to! Porn with plot, my beloved. It would be interesting to explore in poetry format, but we'll see if I have the time who wants to commission some poetry porn from me lmao
Do you write crossovers?
Nah, not my cuppa
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeah, many moons ago
Have you ever had a fic translated?
No, but that is one of the coolest things fandom does. Loving a thing so much you spend the time to painstakingly transform that art into something you can read and share in another language, bro??? Translators are amazing
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
I've worked pretty closely with artists a loooong time ago, but I've only written fics where I'm the sole writer. I have used other writers' ideas and outlines (with their permission, of course), but that's the closest
What's your all-time favourite ship?
I DON'T KNOW?!?! Shipping has never really been my main focus of media typically, but when one digs its teeth into me I go rabid in a completely feral but different way each time.
What's a WIP you'd like to finish but doubt you ever will?
))): All of them
Life feels kinda... really dire atm, it's hard to see ever writing again. However! God I want to finish Hallowboned SO BADLY!!! I have so many chapters written for it that I haven't even posted!!!!! Y'all haven't met Livio yet!!!!!! GAH 3:
What are your writing strengths?
Uh... ??? I'll be real, I've got no idea. I feel like I write so weirdly atm, it's hard for me to analyze in that kinda way
What are your writing weaknesses?
I tend to get really excited/into things and flit around and forget to explain or describe things sometimes. Thank god for having been well-trained to edit my own work. Not that I catch it all, but I try!!!
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I think it'd really cool, but I'd need a native speaker on hand to make sure I don't fuck it up in my own fic
First fandom you wrote for?
I think my first piece of written fanwork was a Danny Phantom Quizilla thing lmao, I'm old. I don't remember what it was about, just that it was ANGSTY
Favourite fic you've ever written?
Ah?!?! Honestly, each project is so different and written from such a different place, I've got no idea. I'm proudest of Observable System Transcendence being my longest, most consistent project (outside of my Smaugust collection, which isn't a fan project), Hallowboned being the first thing that really inspired me in ages--and the most indulgent one lol. But each collection and fic and poem comes from such a different place, and it's hard to pull them apart and pick???
Tagging:
Whoever wants to hop in! :3
#Yadda yadda#This was fun to poke my head back into fanfic headspace for a moment#Thank you guys for the tag! <3
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Hello Dear Skippy !
I loved your old people post ! Today is my birthday - I am officially 63 yrs old. I say officially because for some reason for most all of last year I thought I was 63 and then someone would correct me and remind me I was 62.
I haven't agonized about getting older since my late 40s.. firmly believing it is a true blessing to get older because so many wonderful people are not given that chance. I will admit that I continued to color my medium to dark brown hair with blonde highlights until last March, I wish I had stopped sooner because now I have a few thick bands of my natural color bordered by areas streaked white and gray from about my ears back . Around my face, I have almost all white for my bangs left of my center part and on the right side my bangs are streaks of white, gray and my natural color and my hair from eye level down framing my face is whitish/blonde. I love mother nature's color choices better than anything applied at the salon !
At some point over the last couple of years, I have let go of a lot of the trivial issues that used to worry me. I do worry about ageing ... not getting older but ageing and how quickly 20 years can fly by - I would be 83. I worry about who will look after my daughter with CRPS and how my youngest is only 28 yrs old and how much I hope I am still around when he turns 60. That leads me to worrying about how much care I might need at 95 and then I tell myself to stop counting down the future and enjoy the moments I have now.
You are aware that sometimes my life gets very busy and often stressful with 5 kids and 4 grandchildren and extended family.. and I get tired and moan about needing some "me" time but I cherish every minute of it. Every day, I am here to be a mom, grandma, sister, cousin, aunt and friend is a cherished gift.
Truth be told - these days my most worrying thought of the day is trying to decide if I want to lose 10 lbs to better fit into my clothes or gain 10 lbs to better fit into my wrinkles.. lolol
A Very Happy Birthday to you my dear friend! I do understand losing or gaining a yr or two, now and then. I do it myself. I have to consciously tell myself how old I am.
Yes, you are so right, Mother Nature does amazing things with our hair. I did have Covid hair like the other anon mentioned. Then when I could get it coloured again, I went and had it done. It seemed to take forever, and then I decided I had no patience to sit in the chair. So stopped. I do get a “spit and shine” (as I call it).
Worrying about loved ones when we are gone. You know, I remember talking with my dad about that. He told me this…”when I am gone to heaven, God will make sure to keep things running down here for you”. Life will keep going when I am gone. God will have everything already figured out for everyone”.
I can remember asking my mom once in awhile….”what will I do when you are gone?”…..she would say..”you will be ok”. When she was in the hospital dying, one night I asked her “what will I do when you are gone.?” She said “I don’t know”. Well, when she said that I froze, it seriously scared me. Then I realized she didn’t know. She couldn’t know. Only God knew what I would do without her. After she passed, I felt her with me…I still do. My sister told me to “always remember whose daughter I am, because that is what will keep me going”. We can’t spend time worrying about our loved ones after we are gone. If we do that, it will take away the real pleasure we have with them. Fear of the unknown is sneaky. It can overtake us and paralyze us….we have to let it go, we have trust that God will take care of them, as he took care of us when we have lost our parents. It will be ok.
I don’t spend anytime worrying about clothes….if they don’t fit…it is the dryer’s fault. Wrinkles? No, I don’t do wrinkles. If you believe they exist…they will show up! They don’t exist in my mind. Not allowed! Love and hugs to you! Happy Birthday!
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We’ll Always Have Each Other
call sign: Angel; Before becoming a pilot, Angel was a field medic for the navy, often referred to by patients as their guardian angel.
CALLSIGN NOT USED IN THIS DRABBLE
pairing: Bradely “Rooster” Bradshaw/ Wife!Reader
In which the newly wed Bradshaw’s move into their first house on base together.
(totally not in any way inspired by how i’m laying on an air mattress in my new house)
⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ Fluff, a bit of angst (not really), Rooster being a teddy bear
Placing the last box in the Uhaul, Bradley turned to you and gave you a high-five. It had taken three days, but your entire apartment was finally boxed up and added to the moving truck along with your husband’s belongings.
You and Rooster got married a month ago, and spent two fantastic weeks in the Virgin Islands for your honeymoon. But when your trip came to an end, the real task began. House hunting.
There were plenty of options on base to choose from, but they were mostly single homes. You and Bradley knew that you wanted to have a family, and after 2 weeks of looking at new houses on base, you found the perfect one.
Climbing into the passenger seat, Rooster put the truck in drive and pulled out of your apartment complex. The new house was only about a 20 minute drive, but it was a long weave through the neighborhood to reach it.
Pulling in the driveway, Bradley put the truck in park and took the keys out of the ignition. You stepped out to be greeted by an on-base realtor, who greeted you both and handed you the keys.
You unlocked the front door and stepped inside. It smelled nice, that fresh paint and new floor smell. The echo was insane, you could hear each of your footsteps echoing throughout the entire open kitchen.
The realtor thanked you both and took his leave, leaving you and Bradley in the silence. You were faced away from him, but out of the silence you heard a small sniffle. You whipped around to find Rooster tearing up with a gentle smile.
“Baby? Are you okay?” You stepped towards him and placed your hand on his cheek lovingly.
He nodded gently against your hand, turning his head to kiss the inside of your palm. “We’re here, and-“ he trailed off, his body wracking with sobs.
“Oh, Bradley. C’mere love.”
You pulled him into your embrace and he cried into your shoulder. Albeit, he had to bend over so he could actually cry on your shoulder, his large form looking huge in your arms. Eventually you found yourself hugging him on the floor, crying with him.
“I love you, you know that? I’m so glad I get to spend every day with you now. Waking up with you, coming home to you, and eventually our kids.”
“Oh, quit with the sappy monologue, i’ve heard it,” you joked and rolled your eyes as you dried your tears. Pulling your husband up, you kissed him on the cheek and led him back out to the Uhaul.
He laughed lightly at you, sheer admiration in his eyes. He loved you to the moon and back, and all the other lovey dovey expressions he uses. There’s no other place in the world he would rather be than right here with you, taking on this new adventure.
And you both knew no matter what, you always had each other.
thank you so much for reading! any support helps! and thanks for all the support on my last post, it means a lot :))
have a good day/night and make sure to stay hydrated! <3
#rooster fanfic#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster top gun#rooster x reader#top gun#top gun maverick#missbayside
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