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bedoballoons · 11 months

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I can't see if you have an ask box marker or not, but if you're open to requests can you do HCs for the guys that keep the baby having special moments with the bb? Like their partner had a huge workload in their job that day so the guys wake up at midnight to take care of the crying babe and just have a moment where they realize that they REALLY like this family dynamic and having a family with their partner?

( I personally hc scara to be trans so I think he'd see the baby as a blessing cause even if his partner is amab I doubt Ei added a feature for him to be able to have kids)

My asks/requests are open! Thank you so much for your request and I can totally see Trans Scara/Wanderer!!

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~Special moments with the baby~

(Includes: Kazuha, Wanderer, and Xiao!)

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Kazuha:

Kazuhas eyes opened slightly, it was still dark out and even though the reason he had been waken up in the middle of the night was because of a baby crying, he still had that same smile on his face that never seemed to leave anymore. He leaned over, checking on you as you continued to dream away peacefully, as soon as he knew you were still fast asleep he put a gentle kiss on your head and carefully maneuvered his way out of the bed, trying his best not to wake you.

He yawned quietly as he walked to the babies room, his hand out in front of him so he didn't bump into anything and his eyes squinting to see in the darkness of the night. When he reached the nursery the cries had turned to soft sobs as I'd the baby was already starting to feel better by knowing someone was in the room with them and it made Kazuha wonder if the little one had a nightmare...poor baby.

He carefully lifted the small child out of their crib, holding their head against his chest and gentle swaying them in his arms, the soft glow of the nightlight barely illuminating them. "Shhhh little one...it's okay. No matter what was in your nightmare, I'll keep you safe. I promise." He whispered, placing a soft kiss on the top of the babies head and watching with happy eyes as they already started to fall back asleep.

Even after the baby had fallen back to sleep, he still held them...his heart feeling so full of love and his will to make sure they didn't wake up alone from another nightmare...so strong. It was then that he realized just how perfect this all was, he had a child now,...a partner who loved him so much and...he loved both of you more than words could ever express. He silently thanked celestia for giving him this dream life he never realized he needed so badly and swore on his life he'd do everything in his power to make sure he did the best he could for your little family.

Wanderer:

(I use the nickname Scara here!)

Scara groaned slightly, the sound of the baby crying waking him up, his eyes opening to see you fast asleep...still somehow looking exhausted from your long day at work. Normally you'd be the one to comfort the little one after they had waken up in the middle of the night...but you seemed so tired and peaceful...that he couldn't bring himself to wake you up.

Instead he squirmed his way quietly out of the bed, doing his best not to wake you as he he hurried to your side where the baby bottle was. He grabbed it and like a ninja silently snuck out of the room, making his way to the nursery carefully, so he didn't bump into anything, the bottle of milk still slightly warm from when you warmed it up.

He peeked into the small room, the subtle glow of the multiple nightlights Illuminating the room just enough that he could make out the baby wiggling in their crib, their tiny body shaking as they continued to cry. "I'm here...don't worry you're not alone anymore..." He said softly, walking to the side of the crib and gently lifting the little one up, their tiny face wet with tears.

Scara grabbed the nearby blanket, the one the baby had arrived with and wrapped then up in it, holding the bottle for them as they drank it up. He noticed how their breathing was still uneven, their small eyes still watering and their tiny hands clingy to his normal sized one....were they scared? Wouldn't he himself be scared if he had woken up in a dark room...no one else in sight...

What could he do to make them feel better? Then suddenly a idea popped into his head, making him sigh, "...don't expect this to be a normal occurrence." He said to the baby, who just looked up at him not having a clue what any of that meant. He bit his lip and quietly started to sing:

"♪ Twinkle, twinkle,..little star,

How I wonder...what you are.

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky...

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark...,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not...twinkle so...♪"

By the time he had finished singing...the baby was fast asleep and he felt different, like this was the most precious gift he had ever received. In truth, he knew it was likely impossible for himself to actually have a blood related child...so being able to share this moment with the little one and confirm that he was in fact a parent now...felt so good. He whispered a very quiet thank you to the baby as he carefully put them back in their small bed, sitting on the floor so his back was against the wood bars of the crib. This way the next time they woke up...they wouldn't be alone.

Xiao:

Xiao sat up straight, his eyes wide and yet still glazed over with sleep, as he looked around the room. His heart was beating faster than normal, his hair standing on end, but there wasn't anything there...was it...just a nightmare? He quickly leaned over to check on you, sure enough you were perfectly fine, still sleeping away peacefully.

He sighed in relief, carefully getting out of the comfy warm bed as quietly as he could and making his way to the babies room. His nightmare replaying in his head over and over again, till he started to feel sick to his stomach. It had seemed so real...and in it...he hadn't been able to keep both of you safe, he failed...he broke his promise. He had to keep telling himself it wasn't real...it wasn't real.

He walked into the babies room, their eyes wide open and their small arms reaching for him, a adorable smile painting their little face as soon as he leaned over the crib. "Why are you awake hmm?" Xiao whispered, reaching in and carefully lifting up the baby so he was now holding them, their tiny heart beating just as quick as his own. He gently patted their back, bouncing them softly to help them fall back to sleep and placing a cute little kiss on their cheek.

"...I think you've ended up comforting me more than I have you. I won't let my nightmare turn into reality...nothing will happen to you or your other parent." He spoke quietly, knowing the little one had no idea what he was saying but finding it comforting to say it out loud...and yet also still so strange to say other parent. He was a father, to a actual human child and he enjoyed it too...

When he peeked down at the baby again, they were already fast asleep, their small fingers holding onto the beads of his necklace and his shirt tightly, as if they didn't want to be put down. Xiao didn't mind though...walking over to the window sill and sitting in it, staring up at the bright moon in the sky, no matter what...he would keep them safe. No matter what.

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✿Not me making all the ones who kept the babies Anemo users hehe...ooppppsss✿

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bullet-prooflove · 1 month

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Thursday ‘Western Style' Radio Prompt List

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also read the rules and do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

I've been carrying my trouble In this pack strapped to shoulder

But then he turned and put a gun to my head

Stealing kisses at the break of dawn

And all the clouds are black as nightfall But all I see is you

I got a diamond in my pocket And my baby's got a heart of gold

So girl, leave your boots by the bed, we ain't leavin' this room

Time's were tough, we had to let it go

Something must've changed your mind But I don't want to know about it

I've been running from everything I know

I'm out of money and I'm all out of time

I sobered up, I swore off that stuff forever this time

And we've been dancing all around it

And rain's pourin' through the windowpanes

Nobody knows about my trouble Except for my baby and me

It used to be our favorite song Now it's just a broken record

He pulled the trigger and I fell to my knees

Well, it didn't take too long For the pills and the bottom of a bottle To dig a deep grave with a shovel And bury everything that a young boy needs

A heart on the run keeps a hand on the gun, it can't trust anyone

For all the reasons that I never understood why I feel alone, baby

I can wait all night But that won't bring you home

Gonna take her on a midnight ride

Familiar face, a stranger's touch

But I found me a guitar One lonely night in a border town My pain, I started to right it down But it wouldn't stay away from me

I guess that's what you do when you love someone

And a smile across your face And tell me that you love me

We can live a lie and still get by But that don't make it true

Oh feel my love, honey

Put your faith to the test when I tore off your dress

Checked myself into the lost and found What do you know, my baby come for me

Oh don't give up on me cause im coming down

You can't love someone into loving you

But darlin' I could love you well

Now I'm living the good life Away from all of the bad advice

But home was a dream, one I'd never seen 'til you came along

So cover me up and know you're enough to use me for good

I take every day like it's a paradise

We'll go swim our cares away

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br-ea-th-in--g-blog · 6 months

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Four years old

With my back to the door

All I could hear was the family war

Your selfish hands

Always expecting more

Am I your child?

Or just a charity award?

You have a hollowed out heart

But it's heavy in your chest

Yah, I tried so hard to fight it

But it's hopeless, hopeless (hopeless)

You're hopeless

Oh, father

Please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father

Please, father

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

It's been five years

Since we've spoken last

And you can't take back

What we never had

Oh, I can be manipulated

Only so many times

Before even "I love you"

Starts to sound like a lie

You have a hollowed out heart

But it's heavy in your chest

I tried so hard to fight it

But it's hopeless, hopeless (hopeless)

You're hopeless

Oh, father

Please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father

Please, father

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

Don't you remember, I'm your baby girl?

How could you push me out of your world?

Lied to your flesh and your blood

Put your hands on the ones

That you swore you loved

Don't you remember, I'm your baby girl?

How could you throw me right out of your world?

So young when the pain had begun

Now forever afraid of being loved

Oh, father

Please, father

I'd love to leave you alone

But I can't let you go

Oh, father

Please, father

Oh, father

Please, father

Put the bottle down

For the love of a daughter

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manjiropie · 3 years

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Yessssss your request are open thank god 💖🙏😭

I've been thinking for this for a whole night, I swear this so called Haitani Brothers wont leave my mind. So can I request for Haitani brothers x big sister reader who protect them from their abusive father when they are little, and when they're grow up they make it their duty to protect their big sis, simply to say thats the kinda thing they could do to repay her. I just thought that haitani brother have a shitty toxic father, thats why they're so cruel and ruthless. Poor baby 😭

You can make it fluff or angst (pss the big sis ended up dying) anything you prefer it to be. Its also up to you if its gonna be hcs or scenario.

Thank you for letting me request honey boo! Love you and stay safe 💜💖🧡

I thank you for this. I loved writing it and I'm sorry for taking so long to do it. be aware of the warnings, tough topics ahead. lowercase indeed.

warnings: toxic household, physical & non graphic mentions of sexual abuse, violence, death, strong language, gun, child abuse

Until hell freezes over.

man. let me tell you, shit's never been easy in the Haitani household. you want to know why ? well, I'm the firstborn to two stupid and reckless people. my mother left us with our alcoholic daddy as soon as she gave birth to her third child– Rindou. Ran is the middle child, bless him. our father is a complete scum, he's never cared. when mother left, his bottles were his only company and no one else around was important.

I'm three years older than Ran and Rin, nevertheless we were inseparable growing up, like– inseparable.

our dad, like I said, has never showed empathy or 'love' like parents are supposed to. on the contrary, all he gave me were 'lessons'. beatings, to be exact. oh, I didn't cook dinner as he liked it? a punch. hold up, he spent the whole day out pissing himself and the house wasn't shining when he came back? he'd take off his belt. from a very young age I memorized every tiny movement of his and what they meant.

"your body is a masterpiece, you're a painting"

people preach self love out there. I must've been a really good painting growing up, purple and yellow and black bruises all over my body.

I'm a masterpiece of agony and torment.

I went through hell growing up. I was the main target for my father's punishments because I'd refuse to allow him a hand to lay on them. of course I wouldn't reason with my father, I was too scared to do that. instead, I would jump in when I saw him arguing with Rindou because he didn't have the best handwriting or when he'd shout at Ran just because he didn't know where my father's favorite boxes were.

I swore it myself to protect Ran and Rindou until hell freezes over.

"why don't you run away?" that's what my teacher said once when I was on my first year of school. why don't I run away? why didn't I? the opportunities to flee were countless. it'd be undemanding to go by myself and find someone far away that'd melt in pity and would take me in. but I had two younger siblings.

everytime I'd feel scared for my life, I'd run to my room and take Rin and Ran with me, sheltering them under the bed before father started his 'late night show' with me. the way their eyes would widen and tears start appearing in the corners made my legs fail and I'd hold their hands tight.

I remember one day that was one of the worst for me. I was eight while Ran was five and Rindou only four.

"Nothing bad will happen to you, okay? Not as long as I'm here." my voice harder than my thoughts, all I could think about was having them there and not let that man in.

Ran's eyes prickled with heavy tears. " What will he do to you?" he had asked. my tongue felt thick and I couldn't swallow. then Rindou's skinny hand pressed to my arm. I look at him and he's wearing an expression completely different than Ran's. once Ran was at the verge of tears, despair and fear, Rindou had his brows knit together and his small tired eyes looked at me fiercely.

" I hate daddy." he whispered and Ran wiped a tear out of his red cheek.

" I hate him, too."

but, you know, although we didn't have the best upbringing, every now and then I'd manage to sneak my little boys out of the house and provide them a little sample of what a normal childhood would taste like.

these are the few and only memories that I cherish of my life. these brisk moments where, somehow, we'd manage to forget about our fucked up dad.

" Come on, boys! The last one to get there is going to eat cold dinner!" we ran to the playground near the parking lot. I held my dress down as the autumn breeze hit my face and messed up with the hair. Ran was fast but not as fast as Rindou. that boy was something else. he was faster than both of us and he was the younger.

that day we had spent the whole noon in the slides and the swings. Ran fell and screwed up his knee, we'd have to find a way a hide that from dad, but at that moment we didn't care. all we cared about was ourselves.

I sat down to catch my breath and watched the two going up the ladder and then sliding down. I smiled to myself. it wasn't often I heard them laughing. I loved their little smiles. they never smiled in front of dad, though.

but lately I've been noticing that as we grow up, their eyes get sadder and their cheeks don't get that simple shade of faded pink and they don't even joke between themselves. have i failed? was this effort I've been putting all these years... in vain? it were minimum the times when the monster actually beat my brothers. so I guess that I succeeded. guess no matter how much I tried I couldn't change the ambience.

part II here! reblogs and likes help insanely. thank you <<3

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imagineclaireandjamie · 5 years

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Image 18th!century Jamie saw Claire dancing rockabilly / lindy hop? With all the swirling and jumping? I'd love to see his reaction. Bonus if she's dancing with Joe.

We Live For Love

Jamie framed Claire’s face between his hands, drawingtheir foreheads together. Together they inhaled, then exhaled, ears roaringwith the crowd.

“You ready?” he whispered against her lips.

She pulled back. Smiled. The necklace with three goldcharms – the letters J, F, and B, for him and their two daughters – sparkled inthe stage lights.

“Let’s do this.”

He returned the smile, bent for a quick kiss, then strodeonstage, guitar slung over his back.

She didn’t think the crowd could have been louder, butsomehow it now was.

Claire enjoyed what she had so dearly missed watching himdo, these past few years away from the road. For he always took such care tomake sure that everything was just perfect – the lighting, the microphones, themarks where they would stand.

They’d run through it all at the sound check thatafternoon, of course. But Jamie knew that something would always get a littleout of sync – and tonight of all nights, they couldn’t afford that.

Fortunately this check was just a cursory one – because beforeshe knew it, Jamie plugged in his guitar and began strumming the intro.

Confidently she strode onstage. Suddenly glad of the new earmonitors Joe had insisted she and Jamie have custom made for this tour. Forabove the screams of the crowd she could just barely hear Jamie’s guitar. Andshe counted the bars of his intro, smiling into the hot lights, heart racingwith nervousness and joy.

Never again, isn't that what yousaid?You've been through this beforeAnd you swore this time you'd think with your head

It was their first time playing this new acoustic arrangement live –just her and Jamie’s guitar, without the band and its bass and keyboards anddrums. She was afraid that somehow the song would sound naked, thin,incomplete.

No one, would ever have you againAnd if taking was gonna get doneYou'd decide where and when

Jamie, of course, had convinced her that certainly her fears wereunfounded. That the simple acoustic guitar was exactly what her voice needed toshine. The perfect metaphor for who she was now – how far she’d come – and justexactly what this tour represented.

Just when you think you got it downYour heart securely tied and boundThey whisper, promises in the dark

Jamie’s strumming became a bit more frantic, in time withthe melodic shift in the song. The crowd screamed in delight. Claire met Jamie’seyes, and knew that it would be all right.

She needed that reassurance with the next song. For anacoustic version of Promises in the Darkwas just her warm-up; only she and Jamie knew what was in store for the rest ofthe night.

“Wow!” she exclaimed after finishing the song with a flourishof Jamie’s guitar. “Wow!”

The crowd chanted her name. Claire knew she was alreadysweating under the heavy lights – but she didn’t care.

“I can’t tell you how thrilled I am – how thrilled we are – to be with you tonight.”Quickly she bent to sip from the bottle of water perched on a stool a few pacesbehind the amps. “As you know, this is our first gig in just about six years. Iwas afraid you guys would have forgotten about me by now.”

“No!” “Never!” the crowd replied.

Claire laughed. “I know, I know. Jamie and I – wait, doyou know this is my husband?”

The crowd laughed; Jamie shook his head, playing it up.

“Well – we’ve been through a lot these past six years.Spent a lot of time at home, just enjoying being Mommy and Daddy to our twolittle girls. And we’ve been singing and recording – but just for them. And we’veloved it. But we missed being out here with you.”

She swallowed. “We were afraid you wouldn’t want to hearfrom us anymore. But I guess we were wrong.”

“Yeahhhh!” the crowd cheered.

“Well – so we decided this time around, we’d mix it up abit. Just Jamie and me – we’re giving the rest of the band a break. And we’dsing for you some songs you know, just that they sound a bit different. Andthen we’d sing some new songs for you, too – after all, we do have a new record out.”

“I hope you’ve bought it,” Jamie laughed. “We gotta putthe girls through college.”

“Anyway,”Claire rolled her eyes. “For these next few songs, we’re going to do somethingwe’ve never done before. See – this man right here, my husband – you may notknow this, but he helped me find my voice.”

“I wasn’t aware it had been lost, baby,” he teased.

She turned to face him on the stage. “Back when I wasstill Claire Beauchamp, singing show tunes in jazz bars – he helped me find avoice that wouldn’t get lost with his electric guitar. There would be no ClaireFraser without Jamie Fraser.”

The crowd sighed and cheered.

“We’ve given the gift of music to our little girls. Andthis next song is something we sing to them every night. Our two-year-old lovesit – she thinks we wrote it for her – but please don’t tell her we didn’t!”

The crowd laughed. She nodded at Jamie, and he beganplucking a very familiar introduction. She closed her eyes – pictured Bree andFaith’s joyous faces when they had music time – and began singing.

She's got a smileit seems to meReminds me of childhood memoriesWhere everythingWas as fresh as the bright blue sky

Now and then when Isee her faceShe takes me away to that special placeAnd if I'd stare too longI'd probably break down and cry

Jamie’s baritone voice joined hers for the chorus. Tohear their voices together, amplified, sent chills down her spine.

Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mineOh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

She opened her eyes to watch what happened next. For shestood away from the microphone – and for the first time in their public career,Jamie Fraser sang on his own.

She's got eyes ofthe bluest skiesAs if they thought of rainI hate to look into those eyesAnd see an ounce of pain

His voice was so beautiful. For so long she’d wanted himto share it with the world – but for so long he had resisted, insisting (correctly)that the focus should be on her, not him. That she was the star – not him, eventhough they had been equal partners from day one.

But now, on this tour that naysayers in the press saidwas a comeback and fans said was just about time – now, they played by theirown rules. Dictated absolutely everything. And when Claire insisted theytransform the performances into duets – Jamie couldn’t refuse.

Her hair reminds me of a warm safe placeWhere as a child I'd hideAnd pray for the thunderAnd the rainTo quietly pass me by

He sang directly to her. Knowing that she couldn’t helpbut think of how he loved burying his face in her neck, sheltered in the cloudof her hair. How he would cling to her in sleep; how they would burrow undertheir quilt, skin-on-skin, lips and limbs tangled for hours and hours in thedark.

Oh, oh, ohSweet child o' mine

Her voice rejoined his.

Oh, oh, oh, ohSweet love of mine

The intensity in his eyes stirred something deep in her.How the hell was she supposed to get through the next ninety or so minutes,when one glance made her want to drag him offstage and lock the door to their dressingroom?

He electrified her – and she him.

Next up in their set was back-to-back Bob Dylan covers.

“It may not surprise you that we idolize June Carter andJohnny Cash,” Jamie explained, tuning his guitar before the next song. “Theyfirst started singing this song together back in the 60s. And most people don’teven know Dylan wrote it – like Jimi Hendrix and ‘All Along the Watchtower.’”

“It’s better with the harmonica,” Claire interjected. “Butnot today. Maybe next time.”

Jamie rolled his eyes – and launched into the intro. Thistime he began the song.

Go 'way from mywindowLeave at your own chosen speedI'm not the one you want, babeI'm not the one you need

Following in the hallowed steps of June Carter, Claire’svoice joined in. Yet again they sang in perfect harmony.

You say you're lookin' for someoneNever weak but always strongTo protect you an' defend youWhether you are right or wrongSomeone to open each and every door

It was the perfect metaphor, really – for that’s whatClaire and Jamie had been looking for – and found – in each other, thosefateful days in New York when they were recording their first album. Theirvoices raised for the chorus –

But it ain't me, babeNo, no, no, it ain't me, babeIt ain't me you're lookin' for, babe

After this song the lights went down a bit – and aspotlight hit Jamie.

“I know this one’s a bit more folk-y then you all may beused to. But it shows off Claire’s voice in a very different way. She says shelikes to hear my voice at home – well, I feel the same way about her. Andbelieve it or not, she doesn’t sing rock and roll every day. She sings as shedoes things around the house. And I caught her humming this one a few monthsback, and bugged her enough that she agreed to share it with all of you.”

“Well, Dylan started off in New York clubs, too,” Clairereasoned. “If he can do it, I can do it. And Jamie wrote this particulararrangement – we haven’t heard anyone do the song like this. So it’s a risk.”

“Well, when have we shied away from risks, Claire?”

“Never, Jamie,” she laughed. “Now start playing, beforeeveryone gets up and leaves. All right?”

Claire turned to face the audience. Jamie played a shortintro – and they sang together.

Oh, where have youbeen, my blue-eyed son?Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountainsI've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highwaysI've stepped in the middle of seven sad forestsI've been out in front of a dozen dead oceansI've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard

It was a bit more poetic then the lyrics she typically sang– but the hush that came over the audience during the song was positivelyspellbinding.

And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's ahard, and it's a hardAnd it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall

So it continued – song after song after song.

Some familiar favorites re-imagined – songs from herprevious albums, cover songs from the 60s to today. Interspersed with songsfrom the new album, including We BelongTogether, which everyone said would hit Number One within a matter of days –and then a few brand-new songs, written exclusively for this tour.

When Joe Abernathy – their friend and mentor – had askedwhat they wanted to call this tour, WeBelong Together naturally came to mind. But Claire – and Jamie – had adifferent message to send.

So after Jamie strummed the final notes of the secondencore song, and gripped Claire’s hand, and they took a bow – Claire spoke intothe microphone for one last time.

“Thank you, from the bottom of my heart – and Jamie’sheart – for your enthusiasm. We took a big risk doing this, but we know nowthat the Our Voices tour will be thebest we’ve ever done.”

Jamie kissed her sweaty cheek.

“Good night!” they shouted into her microphone, then ranoff stage, holding hands.

In the wings, Jamie handed his guitar to Fergus – normallytheir bassist, now playing the role of guitar tech for the tour – and pulledClaire away from the screams of the crowd. Within seconds they arrived at theirshared dressing room, and he shut – and locked – the door behind them just intime for Claire’s hungry mouth to find his.

They were both shaking, he realized – from adrenaline,and exhaustion, and pure unadulterated need for each other.

“You were so, so good, baby,” he whispered against hermouth, peppering her sweaty face with kisses.

“Mmm.” She bit his lower lip. “I love singing with you. It– it just does something to me, Jamie– ”

He cut her off with another deep kiss, picking her up andsetting her on the makeup table. He stepped between her legs, and she wrappedher calves around his hips.

Five quick knocks at the door tore Jamie’s mouth fromhers. Because it could be only one thing –

Claire jumped down from the table, opened the door, and staggeredas two giggling daughters grabbed hold of her legs.

#Anonymous #;mod gotham #we live for love au

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monstaxsthetics · 5 years

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Monsta X Member Playlist - Hyungwon Ver #2

For Him - Troye Sivan

“We are runnin' so fast. And we never look back. And whatever I lack, you make up. We make a really good team. And not everyone sees. We got this crazy chemistry between us. Jump starting your car 'cause this city's a bore. Buying e-cigarettes at the convenience store. Making new clichés on our own little tour. Let's ride. You don't have to say I love you to say I love you. Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons. We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue. Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money. All I need is you.”

Hotter Than Hell - Dua Lipa

“Can you feel the warmth, yeah. 'Cause my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol. Where I'm coming from, yeah. Is a darker side of me that makes you feel so numb. ‘Cause we're hot like hell. Does it burn when I'm not there? When you're by yourself. Am I the answer to your prayers. I'm giving you the pleasure of heaven. And I'll give it to you hotter than hell.”

Feelings - Hayley Kioko

“I over-communicate and feel too much. I just complicate it when I say too much. I laugh about it, dream about that casual touch. Sex is fire, sick and tired of acting all tough. I'm hooked on all these feelings. I know exactly what I'm feelin'. This love asylum, like an island, just me and you. Spent the night, you got me high. Oh, what did you do? I'm hooked on all these feelings.”

Hello - PRETTYMUCH

“I ain't got much time, girl I gotta catch a flight. Thinking if you're here alone, we can kick it for the night. Way you make that cake look good. Make me wanna take a bite. Put that denim in reverse, back it up into my life. Used to put my heart inside the friend zone, but baby I could throw it out the window. You could pay me back on the low. You said hello hello hello. Used to be like bye bye bye.”

Paris in the Rain - Lauv

“I look at you now and I want this forever. I might not deserve it but there's nothing better. Don't know how I ever did it all without you. My heart is about to, about to jump out of my chest. Feelings they come and they go, that they do. Feelings they come and they go, not with you. The late nights and the street lights and the people. Look at me girl, and the whole world could stop. Anywhere with you feels right. Anywhere with you feels like Paris in the rain.”

Dysfunctional - SATICA ft. Sakima

“I got the scent of your skin lingering up on my neck. Like the smoke from the air, from your fucking cigarette that you always seem to smoke when your body's nervous. I know that you thinking that you don't deserve this. Why does it feel like we're just dancing now? Find a way to bring me down to nothing now. Why you come around here with all the messes that you make? Why you tear it up by cleaning up you know you got me?”

Gentleman - Gallant

“Take what you want, don't be scared. Girl, you know I've been here before. You can ignore all the signs that you feel. When you're touching and kissing my neck. Girl, you know what you want, and I'm here to give into. Tell me, have you ever had a gentleman? If not, then girl you deserve a gentleman. Eat you out for dinner like a gentleman. Knock before I enter like a gentleman.”

Sober - Niykee Heaton

Leave every bottle as empty as my promises. Just like the last time I swore I'd get sober for this. Told you I fought ‘em. They tempt me. I'm begging to live. Hands on your shoulder. I told ya, I'd get sober for this. Wanna drink, wanna smoke, wanna feel it in my throat. Then I sink, then I choke, and I realize that I don't.”

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @tizniz🩵

How many works do you have on ao3?

60-

What's your total ao3 word count?

198,335

What fandoms do you write for?

911 currently.

Top five fics by kudos:

all i know since yesterday is everything has changed

I'll chase the irony

you keep his shirt, he keeps his word

right now, i wish you were here with me

heal

Do you respond to comments?

i try! but sometimes i don't get to them until there's a lot and then i get overwhelmed and just don't. but i see all of them and appreciate them

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably die a 1000 times, or i've pleaded with the powers and their plans

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uh idk.

Do you get hate on fics?

i have, or i did, until i started monitoring my comments. now i don't really

Do you write smut?

i am trying.

Craziest crossover:

i don't know if i'd call it crazy or technically a cross over but Witness, or tell me how much hurt a heart can take before it breaks

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so

Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah i have! someone translated one of my bucktommy fics to russian.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah! me and @whatisreggieshortfor co-write all the time.

All time favourite ship?

i was obsessed with Drarry, Dramione, and Harmony as a kid, so they'll always hold a special place in my heart, but i think either buddie, bucktommy, or steddie have to be my favorite.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i have so many that i just write and the middle of them i just lose motivation but i personally think if the world was ending, you'd come over, right, or if this was a movie, you'd be here by now, or swore on the bottle, baby, i'd never leave you. which makes me so sad because i was so excited for those.

What are your writing strengths?

i don't think i have any of those, but tanis and ellie and jessie did tell me one time that i have the ability to rip people's hearts out with my words so there's that i guess.

What are your writing weaknesses?

i personally think i don't put enough detail into some of my fics. like they could be so good and they're just not.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm cool with it. I'm actually learning Spanish because of how many people don't put translations in their fics. I decided I didn't want to be lost in the sauce lol

First fandom you wrote in?

The Hunger Games. I was on Wattpad then lol

Favourite fic you've written?

I don't know. Probably Dear Daniel or i've pleaded with the powers and the plans. I also really like so stupid in love and all i know since yesterday everything has changed.

tagging: @actuallyitsellie @whatisreggieshortfor @theotherbuckley @sunnywiththestars @tiltingheartand @rebelrayne and anyone else who wants to join!

#sunny gets tagged #tag games

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