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I was thinking of the calling your boyfriend your husband trend on tiktok and I started thinking about the 141 boys reaction to it, so enjoy 🥰
Simon
It’s completely on accident, you’re checking into a hotel for your anniversary and it slips out, not even aware you’ve introduced him as your husband until the receptionist repeats it back to you.
“Mr. And Mrs. Riley, correct? Here’s your key card.”
Your heart skips a beat, ready to correct her when Simon eagerly takes the thin piece of plastic.
“Appreciate it. Me and the missus have a long day ahead of us.”
Fear turns to surprise, which turns to glee all in the span of seconds. The elevator ride is filled with the sounds of each floor, as well as your racing heartbeat. Simon’s tight lipped as usual, but you notice he seems much more relaxed, compared to your frantic state.
He called you missus. You might have done it on accident but there was no excuse for your boyfriend, you know him well enough to say that with confidence. He’d never joke about something like marriage if he didn’t really mean it.
Simon’s the first one to speak when you enter your room.
“So, husband? That the alias we going for?”
You rack your nerves for anything to say, eyes darting from Simon’s eyes to the floor. He can tell it was an accident, but he can’t help tease you a bit, you’re adorable when you’re shy.
“Far from the worst thing I’ve been called—suppose we keep the nickname after the vacation, yeah?”
Gaz
He gets very proud, if he was a dog his tail would be wagging faster than the eye could see. He wouldn’t doubt his new nickname for a second, loving every minute.
“Husband, yeah?” He says, an infectious smile spreading across his face. “That’s it then?”
“Mm, yes it is,” you reply, barely able to hold back your own amusement.
“Where’s the ring then?”
“I’m sure I could buy you a ring pop—“
The noise of disappointment that leaves him is criminal. “A bloody ring pop? That’s what I’m worth now?”
“Yup,” you answer, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Because you’re as sweet as one.”
He huffs indignantly but doesn’t pull away from you, so you keep kissing him until he’s forced to return the favor, lips against yours.
Johnny
He’d be the first one in the relationship to call you his wife. He’d say it was an accident, but then he’d be a liar. The first time it happens is a month after you’ve been dating, he’s talking to a friend on the phone and casually says—
“Yeah, I’ve got the wife cooking me up something nice right now, can’t wait to eat it.”
—to which you turn around, stunned. For a moment you think you heard him wrong, until he turns back to you smiling like the cat who ate the cream.
You don’t question it, but you can’t deny how warm the title makes you feel. His little Freudian slips keep happening over the course of your relationship, and after a year he finally gets the courage to call you his wife—officially, this time.
Price
It comes naturally, John always calls you anything but your name and you having your own assortment of epithets for him. You two were often confused for a married couple with the way you hang off each other, so why not lean into the idea?
You’re greeted with the heavy sound of his footsteps, the jingle of keys outside and then the sight of him fills the doorway.
“Got you the mail darling—bloody junk mailers don’t know when to quit.” He says, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. His beard tickles your skin as he does—a welcome comfort you’ve become more than used to.
“Mm, thank you baby,” you whisper. “You’re the best husband a girl could ask for.”
“Husband?”
His lips are turned in amusement, while you’re becoming more nervous with each passing moment. You start doubting whether or not he’d be comfortable with the name, confidence waning with each second.
“Boyfriend, I mean,” attempting to backtrack but John doesn’t let you get away that easily.
“No no no, don’t start lying now,” he grins. “Go ahead, say it again for me.”
He thrives off your embarrassment, enjoying the way you hesitate to answer. “Don’t leave me waiting doll.”
“It was an accident,” you sigh in defeat. A lie, of course, one that John sees through immediately.
“Didnt sound like an accident to me,” he says, leaning down to kiss you again. “And suppose I wanted to call you my wife, what then?”
You stammer, unable to answer. He smiles at your dumbfounded expression before leaving you to your own thoughts.
#call of duty#call of duty fluff#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#soap x reader#johnny mactavish x reader#gaz x reader#kyle gaz garrick x reader#price x reader#captain price x reader#john mactavish x reader#john price x reader
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Ros walking into the kitchen and seeing mc in just their undies/boxers and having the worst bed head just making coffee while still being half asleep. How would they react? (Dating)
I can divide this quite neatly...
The huggers, a.k.a must hug MC right now or else they will die: Paladin (surprising, I know), Wildcat and Ace.
The RO that are barely able of conscious thought themselves, will kiss the MC in the cheek and plop down on the nearest chair: Stardom.
The ones who will just lean on the door frame and watch the MC preparing their coffee with a loving look on their face: Mars and Archon.
Zodiac will wish the MC a good day with a kiss on the temple and begin helping them make breakfast; if the MC is too tired, they will take over.
Thanks for the question!! 🥰
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ok so I’m not sure if you take requests but I had a request for an instagram au, it would be Desi reader and mason soft launch
✨Soft Launch - Social Media Au ✨
Hii 🤭 this is my first IG au request and it’s been sitting in my drafts for quite a while, sorry if you have been waiting for it. I’m honestly not happy with this so don’t read this with high hopes but I needed to get this out ❤️🩹
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yourusername entering my relationship era 🥀
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⤷ maya_ am I going to be third wheeling every time we see each other now 👀
⤷ izabela.r no, mine and y/n’s mission is now to find you a man 😉
⤷ maya_ no thank you 🙂↔️ they’re not for me 🙄
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⤷ user3729 bro chill! she just put a post up today and you’re already asking if she’s gonna show him. It’s people like you who go private
⤷ user3729 it was just a question relax 🙄
masonsprivate what a beautiful couple 😍
⤷ yourusername I think so too 😉
⤷ user803 IS THIS HIM???!
⤷user3729 just because she replies to a guy from what it looks like, it doesn’t mean they’re dating jesus christ 🙄
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yourusername replied; who’s the lucky girl? 😏
⤷ I think you’ve met her once or twice 😉 she’s the most gorgeous girl I’ve laid eyes on 🤩
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change of attire for once ✌🏼🤍
masonmount replied; my beautiful desi princess 👸🏽
⤷ you’re so cute 🥺♥️
maya_ replied; LOVE TO SEE IT 😍
⤷ LOVE YOU ❤️
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yourusername she’s become a united girlie now 💁🏽♀️ (swipe to slide 3 for a surprise 😏)
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y/nfan the prettiest, the only girl even😍
⤷ masonmount my only girl**
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⤷ masonmount then stop looking.
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How Pyrrha Unwinds
Pyrrha: …well…it’s been lovely, and thank you for having me on your show…! 😅
Pyrrha: *ends video call and slumps into her favorite comfy chair* 😮💨
Ren: Wow, that interview was really…something…
Nora: That host was a smug asshole! I wanted to jump through the screen and smack him! I don’t know how you stay so polite, Pyrrha!
Pyrrha: No…no…it’s fine…! He’s just doing his job!
Ren: *puts a hand on Pyrrha’s* Pyrrha, we’ve talked about this. You don’t have to pretend things are all right when they aren’t.
Pyrrha: 😣
Pyrrha: You’re right…! I hate doing these interviews with all their rude personal questions and I hate the constant expectation that I act perfectly every day because there’s always a camera! 😫
Nora: *wraps Pyrrha in a hug* Don’t worry, Pyrrha! We’re here to help! And so is Jaune when he gets back from his trip!
Pyrrha: *slumps* Thank you, Nora…it already helps to have real friends like you and Ren…
Pyrrha: I’m just feeling extra stressed right now because Jaune is out of town. He does this thing that makes me feel like I can be myself and forget all about being a celebrity!
Ren: Maybe we can help? What does Jaune do?
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Pyrrha: *exhausted after long day* 😞
Jaune: *carefully undoes Pyrrha’s armor* You know, you had the cutest laugh when you watched that kitten video earlier.
Pyrrha: *standing limp as Jaune undresses her* I do not. I laughed so hard I snorted…!
Jaune: *puts Pyrrha’s armor away and undoes her ponytail* It’s cute! And you also have a great sense of humor!
Pyrrha: *sighs as her hair is let down* You’re just saying that… 😮💨
Jaune: *takes off Pyrrha’s circlet and undoes her corset laces* And you’re totally badass. 😌
Pyrrha: *closes her eyes and leans into him* Noooooo…
Jaune: *kisses Pyrrha’s forehead while shrugging off his clothes down to his underwear* Yeah-huh! You looked super cool yesterday when you deployed your shield and spear without breaking stride!
Pyrrha: *slumps against Jaune in her underwear* Mmmmm…
Jaune: *turns on fan and pulls Pyrrha down on comfy couch*
Pyrrha: *nuzzles and wraps herself around Jaune, reveling in the intimacy, warmth, and soft skin contact on her nose and forehead* 🥰
Jaune/Pyrrha: *cuddle up in a tangle of limbs for a nap* 😴
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Nora/Ren: *sitting alongside Pyrrha with their arms around her*
Pyrrha: …thank you both, but it’s just not the same…😞
#JNPR totally cuddle each other#but sometimes Pyrrha just needs her Jaune#rwby#jaune arc#pyrrha nikos#lie ren#nora valkyrie#arkos#jaune x pyrrha#jaune arc x pyrrha nikos#sometimes a cuddle after a long day is just the thing
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17 Jance mayhaps (if you already did it I'm sorry, I love ur style and reading your prompts!!)
Thank you so much 🥰. I think I've officially lost the battle with my “I'm keeping these short” thoughts because this is almost 1.8k oops 😅.
As always, ao3 link at the bottom if you prefer to read it there <3
(Rating: Mature)
Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss
17. … to distract.
“Please, Nacko,” Jan begged from his place on the couch.
Knowing that they had an interview the next morning, Nace had offered Jan to stay at his house. After all, it was no secret that the guitarist was by no means a morning person and, being the one who lived closest to where the interview would take place, it seemed only reasonable to offer him a place to sleep without the need to drive from Vrhnika to Ljubljana in the early morning.
And maybe – and just maybe – something inside his chest was also tickling under the pretext of seeing Jan's gorgeous face when Nace inevitably woke up before him, his features relaxed and his hair tousled. No one needed to know that, though. He was more than willing to take the secret to his grave. It wasn't like someone like Jan would ever look at him that way, anyways.
Once they arrived at the apartment, Nace offered Jan a glass of wine. The bassist himself didn't drink anymore, but he liked to always have something to offer to his guests – in this case, a bottle of red wine.
And that's how they had gotten to this situation, Jan sitting cross-legged on the couch, an empty glass on the small table in front of him and looking up in the direction of Nace, who was standing on the other side of the table, with his pajamas already on and holding the bottle in his hand.
“I've already told you, Jan,” he said, a hint of tiredness in his voice. “You know that on any other occasion I wouldn't mind you drinking more, but we have an interview tomorrow and we can't risk you having a raging hangover because you drank the whole bottle of wine by yourself.”
“...Please?” Jan asked again, pouting and looking up at him with those beautiful dark puppy eyes that had no right to be so adorable. That, combined with the fact that his improvised pajamas were his boxer shorts and one of Nace's old t-shirts that was definitely too big on him – the length reaching almost halfway down his thighs and the collar being so wide that it left one of his shoulders exposed, as well as a bit of his chest hair – was definitely not helping Nace keep his thoughts pure.
He thought about how his hands would feel exploring the skin under the t-shirt or pulling on those gorgeous black locks, how he'd look up at him with his big brown eyes just like that while Nace fucked his mouth, taking it all like the good boy he knew he could be; how he’d love to kiss and bite and mark that exposed skin on his shoulder and neck until everyone knew who he belonged to, how he'd beg even prettier for Nace to touch him, to make him feel good; how he'd look all sweaty and ruined with his head thrown back, moaning Nace's name at the peak of his pleasure as he pounded into that sweet spot inside him over and over and-
Nace really needed to stop his train of thoughts right there before this ended in a terribly embarrassing situation.
“I'm sorry, okay?” He smiled at him apologetically, setting the bottle down on the table as he took a seat on the other side of the couch, hoping the other didn't notice the slight blush he felt creeping up his cheeks. “I know you probably don't want to go to sleep yet so… anything else you want to-”
The question died on the bassist's lips as he suddenly felt Jan straddle his thighs, resting his hands gently on his chest.
Nace simply remained still, his body a bit tense and his eyes wide open in surprise. He still didn't look at the guitarist's face, a million questions running through his mind when all of a sudden the weight of the younger man in his lap and the burning touch of his hands on his chest clouded his senses.
Eventually, he dared to look up, finding Jan's eyes, those eyes that made Nace's knees go weak and that accompanied him in his most sinful fantasies, looking back at him with that smirk he always had plastered on his face when he had an idea. He knew exactly what he was doing and Nace had fallen right into his trap.
“Hello there, Mr. Jordan,” Jan said, his deep voice reverberating in Nace's brain, as his hands went up to cup his cheeks.
He didn't respond, his own hands moving to Jan's thighs, over his t-shirt, while his eyes were flicking from the other's eyes to his lips and then up again and oh how much he'd like to send it all to hell and close the distance between them and-
Before he knew it, Jan's lips were on his.
Nace didn't move his hands, the uncertainty of not knowing how far Jan was willing to take this surpassing the urge to touch every single part of the other's body; but he started to reciprocate the kiss, taking everything Jan had to give him and trying to burn it into his memory, almost as if he was afraid that it was all a dream product of his treacherous imagination and he might wake up at any moment.
Their lips moved slowly against each other, his mouth opening in a silent invitation that Jan didn't hesitate to take, tongues dancing together in a rhythm known only to them.
Everything was so sultry, so sensual, so… Jan. It was intoxicating. And Nace didn't think he would ever get enough of this.
All too soon, the guitarist broke the kiss, pulling away completely and taking his place back on the couch. Nace immediately missed the warmth of his body pressing against his own.
“W-what was that for?” he asked after a few seconds, trying to sound nonchalant despite the deep blush he felt covering his face.
“Nothing,” Jan shrugged. “Can't I just kiss my really hot friend?”
At that, Nace looked up, meeting that mischievous grin before his gaze finally fell on the bottle that had somehow ended up in Jan's hands. Little shit.
“Oh hell no, come here,” he tugged at his arm and in one swift motion took the bottle from him, setting it safely on the table, and took him back into his lap, making him let out a surprised gasp.
“Well, I guess this will do too,” Jan smirked, moving his arms up to wrap them around Nace's neck, tangling his hands in the soft curls at the nape of his neck and drawing him into another kiss.
Nace didn't hold back this time, all the blood he had been trying to suppress from traveling south now rushed to his cock as his hands began to caress the body of the man on top of him.
The touch of his cold hands against the warm skin of his thighs sent a shiver down Jan's spine. Nace's hands traveled up his thighs, slowly slipping under his shirt until they reached his waist, grabbing it and moving his body so they could start grinding against each other.
Deep groans escaped their mouths the moment both of their already half-hard dicks brushed against each other, making them break the kiss, their foreheads pressed against one another as they breathed heavily into each other's mouths.
Without halting his movements, Nace leaned close to his ear and whispered: “Did you just want to distract me so you could get another glass or are you just a horny little slut, baby?”, catching the lobe between his teeth to emphasize his words before starting a trail of open-mouthed kisses and little nibbles along his jaw and neck.
The sound the younger man let out and the way Jan's hips jerked forward of their own accord, beginning to grind down more desperately, told Nace everything he needed to know.
It was still fun to tease him, though.
“I need words, honey. Or do you want me to stop?” he said teasingly. As if you'd be able to stop now that you finally have what you've been dreaming about for so long, the rational part of his brain told him.
“Please don’t stop.” Jan whined. “F-fuck, God knows how long I've been waiting for this.”
That sound, that plea, the meaning those words entailed all sent an electric jolt straight to Nace's cock. He sounded so beautifully desperate and– God. Jan Peteh was going to be the death of him.
“Oh yeah? Do I make you hard, baby?” he punctuated his words with a particularly hard thrust of his hips.
“So damn much, you have no idea. Fuck, have you seen yourself?”
Jan buried his face in Nace's neck, exploring his skin with his lips and teeth, careful not to leave marks in a place that would be visible during the interview and paying special attention to discover the bassist's most sensitive spots. Nace tilted his head to the side to grant him more access.
Neither of them could stop the soft little noises escaping their mouths, getting increasingly louder as Nace's hands started to roam all over the younger's back. They came to a stop at his ass, cupping Jan's cheeks over his boxers and pulling him even closer.
The increased pressure on his crotch caused the guitarist to pull away from Nace's neck, throwing his head back and exposing his throat as a sinful moan escaped his lips. It was probably the most erotic thing Nace had ever seen in his entire life.
However, as heavenly as the dry humping felt, Nace wanted – needed – more. He needed to feel skin on skin with the man that had been occupying his every thought ever since he officially joined the band.
He slowly licked a strip up his deliciously exposed throat, a smug smile spreading across his face at the shudder that ran through Jan's body.
“Shall we take this to the bedroom, kitten?” he asked, his deep voice accompanied with a little squeeze on his ass making Jan blush furiously.
Instead of answering, Jan smashed their lips together in a hungry, passionate kiss.
Nace took that as a yes, placing his hands under Jan's thighs and lifting them both off the couch to start the short walk to his room, grinning into the kiss when he felt Jan's dick twitch at the casual demonstration of strength as he wrapped his legs around his waist.
As he closed the bedroom door and threw a very flushed and now fully hard Jan unceremoniously on his bed, Nace made a mental note to treat him to all the red wine he wished for the days to come.
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#i'm actually proud of this one hehe hope you like it 🤭#also this is the 20th prompt like WHAT :O#joker out#jan peteh#nace jordan#jance#ask#mine#maca writes#kiss prompts#i just think jan should be called kitten in fics more often and i couldn't help myself
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I have a request for a drabble or headcannon style thing, whatever you prefer. Where spencer and reader are very close (friends or dating you can decide) and he makes a fatal mistake on the job that gets reader killed 😳 if that is something you will do 🥰 thank you
(Long) Drabble: Doubt Comes in
Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!reader
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! Normally I don’t like sad endings lol BUT this request gave me the motivation to write something with this idea I’ve had. I almost made it a full one shot but didn't know how. (if you like Orpheus and Eurydice, see if you can catch the hadestown references)
Warnings!: Sad ending/ANGST, Murder, death of a loved one, mentions of kidnapping, anxiety and questioning reality
Its kinda long for a drabble but not long enough where I would call it a one-shot, i got carried away but hope ya'll like it!
The team was working on a case with an unsub that was targeting couples. The team didn’t realize that the unsub had been stalking them since they arrived. He quickly learned of your relationship with spencer.
You were leaving the precinct to follow up with a victim's family member when the unsub had snuck up on you. After you went missing the team went into a frenzy and tracked your location to an abandoned warehouse.
When they arrived on the scene they had the unsub on the phone. He claimed that you were safe and unharmed.
He said you were free to go but only one member of the team could go get you. He demanded they send in her boyfriend.
Hotch was hesitant to send Spencer in. He was in shambles ever since you went missing that afternoon. His mind was scattered, he couldn’t think of anything but you.
They figured while this was exactly what the unsub wanted, it was their best chance to get you out safe.
Spencer was handed the phone and headed towards the warehouse. The building was dimly lit, it was so dark he could barely see 5 feet in front of him. The place was filled with storage and pallet rack shelves turning it into a maze.
As he made his way through the building the unsub would give him directions if he strayed too far from the path. It was like the unsub had eyes everywhere, he must’ve either had cameras or was positioned on a hidden upper level.
While Spencer was walking the unsub would taunt him through the phone. Asking questions about your relationship.
It made him sick. He never said anything to the man on the other end of the line; didn’t want to give the unsub the satisfaction of knowing he was in shambles.
It felt like he had been walking for forever when he finally reached you. You were curled up in a corner of a dead end. When you saw him you jumped up and landed in his arms. He felt you trembling against him and it made his heart crack.
“You said you would let her go if I came to get her,” he spoke into the phone with a shaky voice.
“And I intend to keep my promise. You both are free to go. Except, she must walk behind you. You cannot not turn around under any circumstance until you both are out of the building.”
“What will happen if I do?”
“Let’s just say you’re wearing a kevlar vest and she’s not. If you turn around, speak, or hang up the phone, I shoot.” Spencer's stomach dropped. “And don’t even think about being a hero and giving her your vest.”
“That's all we have to do? And we can go?” You asked, voice horse from not speaking in hours.
The voice on the phone spoke again. “You’d be surprised how many men can not resist the temptation. The worst temptation you’ll ever meet, the one that lines between your ears and behind your eyes.”
It seemed like a simple enough task. To walk out of the building. Spencer trusted you to be there and you trusted him to keep his eyes ahead.
He placed a hand on your cheek. “I promise I-“
“I know. I love you,” You interrupted.
“I love you,” he spoke softly before leaning forward to capture his lips with yours. The kiss was desperate, like he was trying to savor every last bit.
You both separated from the kiss and started your journey through the warehouse. This time the unsub wasn’t giving him directions to find his way back. At first he didn’t need them, with his eidetic memory he could recall the pathway he took.
But as he kept walking the anxiety started to eat away at him. The darkness was messing with his eyes and the silence was deafening. He started to make wrong turns, forgetting which path to take and doubting himself. Either he was getting lost or the building was getting longer.
The only thing that brought him comfort was the sound of your footsteps behind him. Or was that his footsteps? He didn’t know anymore.
It felt like his senses were working against him. He already felt like an idiot with his mind not being able to think straight due to your disappearance. But now your life was in his hands and they’ve been trembling since he walked in.
The logical part of his brain told him there would be no reason for you to not be behind him. But the anxiety running around in his head was questioning if you had ever been there at all. Or why would he let him win? Why would he let her go?
He had thoughts pounding in his mind of “Is this a trap that's been laid for me? Is this a trick that's been played on me?”
After what felt like a lifetime he made it to the front door. His footsteps picked up and he grasped at the handle to feverishly push the door open.
Spencer walked outside as a wave of relief washed over him. They finally made it.
He turned to face you as the corners of his mouth perked up. He met your eyes, shining with glee that you made it out safe.
Then it got loud. He heard gunshots vibrating against his eardrums. Your eyes went wide as saucers. You grasped at your abdomen before you crashed into Spencer.
How could this happen? They made it out. He said he would let them go. And Then Spencer saw it.
You hadn’t made it out yet.
He turned to look at you before you crossed. You both didn’t make it out. You got hurt, and it was his fault.
He held you close to him. The surrounding sounds all blended together. Morgans screams for a medic, the officers breaking into the building. That all fell on deaf ears.
It seemed as though his whole life fell apart when he saw you mouth his name as the light disappeared from your eyes.
Your life was in his hands, and he let you slip away.
“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses
#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid headcanon#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid imagine#spencer reid x you#spencer reid one shot#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid#criminal minds fanfiction
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Dancing to the music of their hearts
Summary
After dinner at restaurant, Aziraphale drags a reluctant demon into a merry dance in the middle of the street. Will Crowley allow himself to be softened?
Notes
50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts
Kiss #49: Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.
On Ao3
Rating G - 420 words
Aziraphale took a deep breath as they left Justine's at closing time as usual and exclaimed, "It was scrumptious again."
The demon chuckled and replied, "You always say that."
"Because it's true," Aziraphale replied, hooking his arm with Crowley's as they walked slowly up the street toward the bookshop.
They had barely taken a few steps when the angel suddenly stopped and said in an excited voice, "Oh? Do you hear that music?"
Paying attention, Crowley also heard some music that sounded like it was coming from Mr. Arnold's, but he had no time to react as Aziraphale had wrapped an arm around his waist, grabbed his other hand, and began to spin him around.
Crowley yelped, "Angel! What are you doing?"
Aziraphale playfully replied, "Dancing. With you."
"But we are in the middle of the street!"
Aziraphale continued to waltz them to the beat of the music and replied, "So what? It's dark and there's hardly anyone around."
Crowley, who had no choice but to go along, grumbled, "But still."
Aziraphale said, slowing down a bit, "Besides, even if the street was crowded, even if it was daytime, what does it matter?"
Crowley mumbled, "I don't know how to move to this kind of music."
The angel's hand tightened around his waist and he squeezed the demon's hand into his own before replying, "But you trust me, don't you?"
Crowley, offended that the angel would even dare ask such a question, replied hotly, "You know I do, Angel!"
Aziraphale smiled broadly and replied softly, "Then all you have to do is let me lead you. You can do that, can't you?"
Crowley could only soften at the genuine question and simply nodded.
Aziraphale pressed a light kiss to his cheek and said softly, "Thank you.
Then the demon let himself be drawn into the dance without further resistance.
With his eyes on the angel's face as they turned, Crowley thought it didn't matter if it was crowded or not, dark or light. Aziraphale looked so happy, his eyes shining with joy, his cheeks flushed from the dance, his smile bright, the rest didn't matter.
So, taking advantage of a slight lull in the dance, he leaned his face into his lover's happy one and pressed his lips to his in a sweet and tender kiss.
They continued to kiss and turn, intertwined in the middle of the street, and even when the music stopped, they continued to dance together to the rhythm of the love song in their hearts.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
Ineffable kisses series : here
Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here
Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2
Part 1 Story 1-99
Part 2 Story 100-?
#good omens#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#ineffable boyfriends#aziraphale#crowley#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x aziraphale#50 kisses
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This is a compilation of highlights from a panel held at the National Museum of the Mighty Eighth Air Force with Kirk Saduski (executive and producer at Playtone), Donald L. Miller (author of Masters of the Air), and Nate Mann (you know who he is 😌). The whole discussion is very insightful and really fun to watch, especially because Don knew Rosie very well, so I highly recommend that you watch it in its entirety. You can watch it here. There's a summary below if you don't want to watch the compilation 😉
Don on Rosie and Nate: “I’ve never met a more impressive human being in my life… his poise, his coolness, his composure.” He thinks Nate “played [Rosie] to a T.”
Nate on the cast getting to know each other and the friendships formed: “A mission like [Münster]… took probably three weeks in a replica cockpit… all the while, Josh Bolt, my co-pilot is sitting right next to me… this was going on for a year… I was just texting him today… that kind of friendship is really the foundation of something like this… because they’re really up there for one another.”
Don on the show: “What makes the film for me is what Kirk talked about… the attention to detail is incredible and the dedication on the part of the actors, they jumped into these roles… I never saw a group of actors so emphatically committed to the project as these guys were; it was really incredible.”
Don on Rosie and Nate: “Rosie was [the] kind of guy who walks into a room and commands the room.” To Nate: “I thought you did that brilliantly, in an understated way. It would have been so easy to overstate that.” —> Nate: *nods vigorously and mouths 'thank you'* 😊🙏
Kirk to Nate: “You’re at the beginning of what we know is going to be a brilliant career, Nate.” —> Nate: *embarrassed* 🤭🙈🙉🙊🫣
Nate on how playing Rosie affected his life: “Things stick around… It’s always a good sign when you keep coming up with questions you might ask of your character. I would love to just sit down and talk to [Rosie] about jazz�� I still feel this curiosity about him.”
Nate on how the incorporation of Rosie’s love for music was helpful: “When I first encountered Rosie, the thing you’re struck by is the magnitude of what he went through and what he chose to do in spite of what he went through, and that warrior-spirit... juxtaposed with this incredible warmth and this grace, and that’s where the music lives for me... He had this sense of trying to bring a buoyancy into others’ experiences, and I think he did with his crew. That balance there, between that steel-headed courage and his effortless warmth with others, was kind of where I tried to pivot.”
During the pandemic, Nate found a letter from his grandfather on his father’s side: it was from 1941 and mentioned how “unhappy he was.”
The letter said: “I just feel this frustration… this sense of wanting to do something with my life, this sense of responsibility, this sense of responsibility to you, to my parents, to my country, and to this society that gives me, a jew, a chance to live.”
Nate thought of that letter when auditioning for MotA because “that personal sense of duty, for Rosie, was so pivotal to his inspiration and helping him fight.” He further said that “getting to explore that connection to [his] grandfather… it’s one of those unexpected great wonders of getting to do the work that [they] get to do.”
Nate on what stands out with this project: “This is unique in that, feeling connected to this history and being able to be part of sharing it with you guys and helping to educate the public on these men, on WW2, on that sacrifice, brings a whole other dimension of meaning to our work.”
The rest of the video is made up of clips of Nate being an adorable, sweet, thoughtful, and supportive human being 🥰
#nate is pookie#i could listen to him all day#his laugh😭#his smile😭#his everything😭#rosie sounds like he was an amazing and otherworldly man#nate mann#rosie rosenthal#donald miller#kirk saduski#masters of the air#mota
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Hello, by the way, your work is amazing and I try not to miss anything or updates🌟
I have a question. I knew a lot about Emily and Lute's🥰💞, but what about Michael and vox's? How did their relationship start???
JusticeStatic's storyline in the AU begins after the main series ends. Vox was guilty of a felony, but thanks to Emily's success in convincing Michael, Vox was given a second chance to prove that he could change under Michael's strict supervision (This was Emily's idea).
So the two of them were stuck with each other and Vox had to live in Michael's palace so the King can have a better watch on him. Both Vox and Michael inherently did not like each other, but in the situation of having to be together, the two of them gradually got used to the other's presence. Over time, Vox also put away his charming, fake businessman mask because he knew that mask had no effect in front of the King of Hell.
Originally, they didn't even intend to talk to each other, but because Vox had most of his power sealed and Michael's palace was quite boring, the TV demon often appeared to bother Michael, making him feel extremely annoying. However, over time, Michael also discovered many aspects of Vox that he did not think existed.
Vox might not be as stupid as Michael thought. At one point he attempted to throw some unimportant papers to Vox for him to handle, but mainly to make Vox shut up. Unexpectedly, beyond Michael's expectations, the demon completed the assigned task quite well. Even with the sharp eyes of a businessman, he also came up with solutions that Michael had never thought of. This also left a good impression of him in Michael's eyes.
On a rare occasion that they had a serious conversation, Michael had always thought Vox would enjoy watching humanity writhe in crime and chaos, love to witness people's suffer but turn out, Vox just didn't give a damn about that. Don't get him wrong, Vox sure loves chaos and pain for others but that never is his number one priority. The demon only cares about what will bring most benefit for him, for his wants. If people being happy means he would get closer to his goal then he will make sure those bitches keep their smile still on their faces by one way or another.
While Michael hates the idea of sacrificing everything for desire, Vox is infatuated with it. For him, it is the blind pursuit of desire and stubbornness because of greed that makes human life in hell even more bustling, exciting and unpredictable because every day will pass like a mysterious and exciting gamble. Compared to angels who suppress their desires and live aimless, boring lives, wouldn't it be happier to pursue their ambitions and taste the sweet fruit at the end of the road? Like Princess Emily, for example. Didn't her dream also originate from desire?
Having finished speaking, he smiled a cold, evil smile of a scummy bastard while slowly enjoying the glass of Whiskey in his hand. At that moment, the King of Hell felt that the demon in front of him was no longer the usual flat faced TV that he knew. He vaguely saw an image of a sharp businessman in his 50s, proudly showing off a pile of money stained with innocent blood - a terrible bastard. Michael was disgusted by him, but he also didn't expect that the idiot he always despised would have such "profound" moments...
And it was also extremely interesting to see the person Michael thought was sharp a few hours ago turn into a rowdy child after losing a game of chess, just few taunts from Michael made the demon angrily flipped the chessboard.
In the end, Vox is still a hundred years old man, the "silence" between them will still happen. The moment the two stood side by side without saying a word.
The moment when Vox could be quietly smoking outside the balcony while Mike soon noticed from afar. Different from the look that irritated Michael the day before, different from the look with a sly smile the other day, even more different from the look of a noisy from before... There is something more "real" about that cunning demon. And before Michael knew it, he had unconsciously walked towards Vox.
Vox quickly realized Michael's footsteps were approaching. He turned back to look at the fallen angel and his expression immediately changed. He smirked and teased Michael a few words. Vox braced himself for a punch to land on his screen, but it never came.
This time, Mike just glared at Vox before ignoring the rest of his words and silently watching the explosions and screams from the city in the distance. Vox saw that the person next to him had no reaction to the sarcastic words. He could only roll his eyes in annoyance, then leaned back against the railing to light a new cigarette.
In that moment, a rare sight occurred. The King of Hell was currently calmly looking out at the chaos from afar while the demon he had always despised quietly leaned his back against the railing while inhaling a rich cigar…
Immersed in his own thoughts, Vox didn't notice when Michael's hand reached out. Michael was always curious about the taste of those cigars - the drug that always filled the body of the man next to him. Why is he so addicted to it? Perhaps today, Michael will break the rules and let himself try something "toxic"...
Michael suddenly snatched Vox's unfinished cigarette away, making him startled and upset, shouting, "Hey!" Michael continued to ignore Vox and slowly imitated the other person, taking a gentle breath. Gray smoke poured into his mouth, making the King of Hell frown slightly. The taste was exactly as he expected, extremely bad and completely unappealing... But Michael did not throw it away, instead continued to bring the cigarette to his lips and slowly enjoy it...
His thoughtful appearance while smoking and the image of the cloudy smoke escaping from the his dry lips made Vox's choke a bit, his face suddenly slightly warmed up. Uncomfortable with his own unusual thoughts, Vox turned to the other side of the railing, feeling the blood-scented Hell wind blowing onto the screen, causing Vox to relax a bit... And that wind also brought the smell of coffee that he always loved from the smoke of the person next to him...
Vox frowned slightly, then leaned his whole body against the railing, looking down... A rare peaceful atmosphere, both were immersed in their own thoughts and did not care about the other's presence at that time. It wasn't until Michael finished smoking that he quietly walked inside, giving Vox back the quiet space.
A moment later, out of habit, Vox reached into his pocket to take another cigarette, but this time he discovered that the pack was empty. Vox stared at the empty cigarette box for a moment while his thumb gently rubbed the golden letters on the box. Then, suddenly and without thinking, Vox flicked it, sending the box flying down. Luckily Michael wasn't there to witness it, otherwise Vox would have had to hear him complain about littering again. Standing just a moment longer, Vox turned on his heel and walked back inside, silently closing the balcony door.
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Basically, their relationship will start really slow. It's a long amount of time to change from hate to love. Like it just their slice of life of understanding more about each other and find out that maybe the other wasn't that bad and eventually, slowly open themselves with the other and enjoy each others' company... This just some of what happen in their daily life when they live together. Sorry if you guys found them kinda messy and hard to understand because our explanation is kinda long and not to the point much. I guess t is is more lia an oneshot than a real ans to er the question.
But I hope you guy can at least see some reason behind why we ship them and even love them as we do?
If you can read to the end and see my silly ranting then thank you so much for reading this. I really appreciate that!!! >=333
Bonus some JusticeStatic arts for you guys who don't use X
#ruddy hotel#hazbin hotel au#hazbin hotel swap au#hazbin hotel michael#hazbin hotel vox#justicestatic#hazbin hotel oc
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i just wanna say i'm living for your gameplay! love the cozy, alternative vibe of it <3 also you really know how to tell a story through pictures with the right angles. question: is there lore/curiosity facts about these characters that we don't know yet?
Thank you for your kind words! I'm very pleased! 🥰
And thanks for the interesting question. The question does not specify a specific character. I choose Amaryllis. 🌺
The most important fact about Amaryllis that no one knows about.
Amaryllis has wing scars on his back. He's a fairy, but we don't have fairies in the game (hello to The Sims 4 developers). That's why Amaryllis doesn't have wings, but only marks from them.
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Steven and Jaide for @jils-things hehehe thank you for letting me draw these two dorks heehee 😳🤧💕💕
Anyway plugging my commission info here heehee ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
#this art is sponsored by needing to draw more anime couples and spite akdhwkqlsp thank you for listening to my grief jil ajxjslao#also thank you so much for helping me out with my question the other day waghhskqka i love you mwa mwa 🥰🥰💕💕#i love your ships so much im just so happy i get to draw this fr fr wargdkdjql i hope you like it ;w;#asukart#selfshipping#selfship#selfship talk#selfship community#selfshipping community#selfship art#oc x canon#si x canon#self insert art#self insert community#other's selfship
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can you tell us a fun fact about each of the ROs? mostly Paladin because I love what we have of them so far haha. also thank you for writing this, cant wait to get more!
Not actually fun facts, but interesting facts! 😉😉
Wildcat sometimes sleeps like a cat on the couches and beds around the tower, most of than not as an factual cat. When Paladin sees this they will just gently grab them and carry them to their actual bed.
Ace is very ticklish. Particularly in the armpits, sides, neck and feet. Interesting enough they can feel ticklish on their prosthetic arms, particularly in a spot in their inner elbow.
Zodiac, it comes with no surprise, is your typical "mother hen". They make sure that everybody on the team is uninjured after a mission or if they are eating healthy.
Paladin is quite an interesting character. They secretly engage in lengthy conversations about weapon design and fighting techniques via an anonymous chat room—only Stardom knows about it. They also have a habit of sharpening their blades and cleaning their weapons everyday before sleeping. They have the flexibility and agility of an elite Olympic gymnast, which they use during covert missions.
Archon is actually extremely competitive and will do almost anything to one up the other members of the team in any kind of competition, regardless of how trivial it is.
Stardom probably has ADHD, which they refuse to get diagnosed for some reason. It's why their lab is a mess of unfinished projects.
Mars learned how to play several musical instruments by themselves, so they are self-taught. Their favorite instruments are the piano and the koto, a Japanese string instrument.
Thanks for the question!! 🥰
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I know you don’t do story reversals (which I agree with!!) but I wonder what you think an au of ‘what’s mine is yours is ours’ would look like if it was master Anakin impregnating young knight Obi-Wan? Would Anakin be quicker to believe the baby was his or nah?
so if I recall correctly obi-wan and anakin had been like mostly a sure thing courting-wise in what’s mine is yours is ours and so obi-wan isn’t just disbelieving that it’s his because he never ever slept with anakin but he’s also super betrayed - it’s only his love for anakin that allows him to compartmentalize the betrayal and embarrassment and hurt enough to go after anakin and then talk with him rationally
but like. I can’t really see master anakin being capable of that. I feel like he’d leave the moment the council says that obi-wan is pregnant (before they can even say that obi-wan is saying it’s his) and then he’d probably be very angry and either lash out at everyone around him and explode OR disappear for a few days and then reappear at obi-wan’s door fully intent on finding out who it was that dared to touch his padawan when they were going to be together they were courting they were going to be mated who did he sleep with how dare he betray anakin like that etc etc
like I can’t see a fic where master anakin handles the momentary betrayal the same way - he’d be a whole lot darker and angrier about the entire thing up until the moment obi-wan was able to offer him physical proof that he hadn’t been betrayed at all (probably via force feeling of the baby signatures or something idk where obi-wan forcefully makes anakin touch his stomach and feel their force signatures)
so would a master anakin believe it faster? nah I think he’d draw it out. fully plan out a few murders of the most likely candidates. whine to the chancellor about the whole thing, toe the line of outright falling to the sith before going back to obi-wan to demand closure and facts first only for obi-wan to be spitting mad now in his own right because it turns out his silver tongue means nothing if his master refuses to be around to hear him explain
#asks#squick tag: a/b/o#it’s very much a plot that really only works in the same feel good way as master obi-wan/knight anakin#just because I tend to write all of my master anakins as pretty unhinged in a weird way about their obi-wans#but it’s a fair question! im not counting this as a reversal but thank you for remembering I don’t like reversals 🥰#(reversals of my own stories to clarify lol - I love a good age swap)
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Mid season rookie comparisons! (for sprint weekends, the sprint is first on the graph.) If you have any questions about the information in the graphs or think I've made a mistake, please message me 🥰
Race by race graphs are found here
for anyone curious, here are the averages including vs excluding sprints:
On two occasions, time penalties affected the gap between drivers. In Canada, Lando received a 5 second penalty for "unsportsmanlike behavior". Without this, Lando would've been 3 places ahead of Oscar, instead of 2 behind. In Spain, Yuki received a 5 second penalty for forcing another driver off the track. Without this, Yuki would've been 5 places ahead of Nyck, instead of 2. These are the only times penalties affected the gaps in the first half of the season.
#formula 1#f1#mclaren#alphatauri#williams racing#lando norris#oscar piastri#yuki tsunoda#nyck de vries#alex albon#alexander albon#logan sargeant#msgraphs#myedit#msgraphs23#*f1#i originally was gonna have a super thorough read more but then i was like#i have a job and a life and other things to do. i dont have to!! i very much invite questions i would love to talk about it but i'm not#doing all that work upfront 🥰 especially when my graphs i post dont tend to do well :(#thank u @champagnepodiums for ur thoughts as well 💖💖#also i was gonna thoroughly double check but!! i'm gonna trust past me. if i made an oops its not the end of the world i'm posting this for#free i dont need to force myself into extra stress 🥰#ALSO. long tags i know. feel free 2 be mean 2 logan in the tags it just tells me who to block xoxo
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What are your favorite movies?
i dont watch many movies anymore, but i think i'd say it is world war z, kick ass, barely lethal, extraction, 28 days later and snatched!!
#i'll go w them bc those r the movies i've rewatched the most times nd would prob watch now for comfort!!#thank u for the question u dont know how much i love being asked things 🥰💗💓💞💕💖💘#and if u wanna answer; what are your favorite movies??? ^-^#ask
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Care to share some facts about the ROs?
Ro facts, ok, here we go, I got this:
River
📢Random quote: ”Would it change anything now?!”
❤️At best: Kind, Artistic, Observant, Empathetic
🚩At worst: Withdrawn, Anxious, Insecure, Envious
4 random facts:
🍕hates cooking, would only eat instant noodles and microwavable pizza if left alone
👪does not know who their real parents are
❄️favourite season is winter
💅bites nails when nervous
Alex
📢Random quote: “I’ve never told anyone.”
❤️At best: Inspiring, Passionate, Loyal, Dedicated
🚩At worst: Nihilistic, Erratic, Burned out, Unreliable
4 random facts:
💌 his ex was his first everything
🐈⬛100% cat person, has a grey Maine coon named Gandalf
🔧 car enthusiast, would have been a mechanic if music didn't pan out
🎶 hums when bored
Morgan
📢Random quote: “No one needs to know.”
❤️At best: Optimistic, Flirty, Supportive, Genuine
🚩At worst: Unreliable, Mistrustful, Impatient, Indecisive
4 random facts:
🦇had a pet snake and wants a bat next
🎁favourite holiday is Christmas
💭 spaces out completely if the conversation is boring
🥁 twiddles with things when worried, nervous or impatient
Hazel
📢Random quote: “How did I let you drag me into this??”
❤️At best: Reliable, Generous, Driven, Charismatic
🚩At worst: Pushy, Deceitful, Driven!, Confrontational
4 random facts:
📖 has listened to all the self help books on Audible
🌶️ has read some of the Kai fanfics
🛍️has shoplifted out of sheer pettiness
🚬 she becomes easily addicted to things so generally avoids a lot
Levi
📢Random quote: “Well, isn’t this an interesting turn of events?”
❤️At best: Confident, Uplifting, Alluring, Addictive, Sensual
🚩At worst: Manipulative, Troublemaker, Belligerent, Egocentric
4 random facts:
🎻enjoys classical music
🐕only movie they can't watch is Hachiko
🧒emancipated at 15 and hasn't seen parents since
👄annoyed by loud chewing
Kai
📢Random quote: “We’re gonna have to be quiet.”
❤️At best: Assertive, Loyal, Passionate, Reliable, Kind
🚩At worst: Overprotective, …and um, nope that’s it!
4 random facts:
📸has refused several offers to become a model
💍was almost married once
👪has 2 younger siblings
⛪believes in a higher power
Seth
📢Random quote: “Go with me. Somewhere, anywhere.”
❤️At best: Cute, Caring, Passionate, Supportive
🚩At worst: Trust Issues, Possessive, Jealous, Withdrawn
4 random facts:
🏍️ loves his bike so much because of his father and his own passion for motorcycles
🍫has a massive sweet tooth
🐈 is allergic to animals, but still loves and plays with them
🕷️mild arachnophobia, will not run screaming, but he ain't going near it either
#thank you so much 🥰#lovely anon#I do hate open questions very much though :)))#my mind goes to random places and then I realize I end up not answering the actual question at all#hope I did well this time#😵💫🥴#interactive fiction#robd-if#twine if#robd#rhapsody of broken dreams#let me know if ya'll wanna know more about them 🤗
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