#the thought alone makes my heart sing with joy I think I will do that
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Valeria and Gaz with a fashion designer s/o! Dressing them up and using them as a practice model to test new designs... this has nothing to do with my need to put Valeria in a suit, ofc not
Anon, you're so galaxy brained for wanting to put Valeria in a suit in all honesty! She'd look so good in one because women always look good in suits!
Gaz and Valeria with a Fashion-Designer!S/O
Gaz: He’d honestly be so flattered you wanna use him as a practice model. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very pretty man and he’s well aware of that fact, but he didn’t think he’d ever get that sort of privilege. The first time you measure him he’s a bit confused, but complies, asking you with a chuckle about what you’re doing. However, as soon as you present him with a jaw dropping suit that leaves every other one in the dust, he’s a big fan. While he may have supported you from the very beginning as soon as he heard that you’re a designer, his support skyrockets as soon as you present him with the first piece of clothing for him to wear. He feels so very fancy wearing it. He may be used to wearing fancy clothing from time to time when invited to certain occasions, such as weddings, but he never really paid much mind to that sort of thing. Once you’ve put the first article of clothing on him, he’ll ask you if you wanna use him as a practice model again at some point. Only if you feel like it, of course. He hopes you’ll say yes, he loves how creative you are and the things you create. You’re a lovely designer who puts their heart and soul into it all, and it shows. Although unprompted and despite it being a bit silly, he’ll also pose and do that one walk models do where they sway their hips. He feels pretty in your clothing. If he can afford it, which he likely can, then he’ll even buy some of the things you’ve made. And yes, he will 100% wear them as well, doesn’t matter if it’s a fish tail or if it’s a shirt with a dragon on it. He unironically loves it and will wear it whenever he can.
Valeria: She chuckles a bit when you ask her to put on some clothing you made. Valeria is a very attractive woman, and she knows it, so she’s not at all surprised when you ask her to put on a suit. She’s worn those before, and every time she has she was turning heads left and right. If you blush while seeing her in a suit then she’ll chuckle and trap you against the wall before letting you continue whatever it was you were doing. Like Gaz she wholeheartedly supports you, and she’ll own every single article of clothing you’ve ever created. While she may not have the time to wear them all every time, you will catch her wearing your creations from time to time, if there’s no danger of them tearing. Valeria’s glad that you trust her enough to want her to try on all your prototypes and will gladly pose like a professional model for you and you only. The first time you measure her she, too, would be a bit confused and would ask you regarding what you’re doing, but afterwards she’s more than happy to model for you whenever she can. She doesn’t have a whole lot of time for that, but the things you do for love. If you ever want a real, professional model, she can arrange one, though, it’s no problem for someone like her. Besides, she has a pretty good eye for fashion as well, so she can give you some hints regarding what could look good and what might be a complete no go. You don’t have to do as she says, but she will point it out if you do. If she ever does find herself having the time and there’s a fashion show that shows some of your clothing, then she’ll watch it and jokingly tell you that she looked better in your clothes than all those models did. If you ever need some creative inspiration then I’m sure Valeria can help you as well, she’s seen plenty of things and is always more than happy to help you. Besides, she can get just about anything as well, so you really don’t need to fret if you wanna feel the fabric of something yourself.
#cod#cod x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz garrick x reader#gaz x reader#valeria garza#valeria garza x reader#y'all would never guess who got sick again -.- but hey! at the very least I'm doing home office this time instead of resting up!#this request made me realise just how gay I would be for Valeria Garza. the one and only. to wear a suit#I need her to wear a really fancy suit and show herself off because she'd look so so good in it#sometimes I do go on pinterest and look up women in suits just because my heart can barely take it#women in suits are my ambrosia and I am so glad they exist. more women should wear suits in all honesty#maybe next month when I've gotten paid again I will commission someone to draw Valeria in a suit#naturally I will share it here because everyone deserves to see that sort of thing#the thought alone makes my heart sing with joy I think I will do that#Valeria is among best girls and I would force the world to stop spinning just to make her happy
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Always Ever Only You Part 30 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: Bradley's excitement over the first set of ultrasound photos is unparalleled. He has never been so happy and so overwhelmed in his life, but at times he feels ill equipped to process everything that's happening. And the last thing he wants is to make you feel like he's growing tired of you.
Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy topics, doctors, angst, fluff
Length: 6600 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader
This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32
Bradley wanted to be able to explain it to you, but he wasn't really sure he could. Sitting in the waiting room with you and anticipating an ultrasound to see the baby was honestly more than he ever thought he could have. You were more than he ever thought he deserved, and you wanted him anyway. But a baby?
He barely had a baseline to build off of. His dad died when he was young enough that he only had a handful of fleeting memories. The sound of a laugh. Two big hands lifting him up when he fell. A lullaby sung softly as he drifted off to sleep. Besides the photos that you and he collected from his storage unit and the stories his mom recounted when he was younger, that's all he had.
But he could practically hear his mom telling him how excited Nick Bradshaw was to be a dad. Bradley could remember the joy in her voice whenever she told him about the way she would catch father and son goofing off together. She was adamant that Bradley cried almost nonstop the first day his dad was gone for a deployment. And now Bradley desperately wished he could remember these little details that made up their relationship. Because soon, god willing, he was going to be on the other side of things: the parent who loves goofing off and singing, but who also gets deployed and causes tears to fall.
It was all too overwhelming for him to put into words, but as he laced his fingers with yours, he knew he didn't have to figure out how to do everything all at once.
"Are you nervous?" you asked.
Bradley looked at your open expression and immediately felt better. Talking through things and sharing his thoughts was the best way to keep from driving himself crazy while also letting you know how important you were. "Excited," he replied, kissing your cheek and ear. "Just really fucking excited. I've been thinking... about starting a notebook. Kind of for the baby? Like how sometimes I like to write down what I'm thinking and feeling for myself."
He still felt silly at times for sharing the notebooks with you, but you nodded with a little smile on your lips. "I love your deployment notebooks. I love what you wrote about me."
He reached for you and kissed you without hesitation. "I think I want the baby to be able to read about how much I was looking forward to meeting them. When they're older, I mean. They can read about how I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest right now. And how I can't wait to hold them and give them a name. All about how much I love their mom."
Bradley let you bury your face against his neck. It didn't feel like you were hiding from him so much as giving him a taste of the kind of response he'd get if the two of you were alone. "I like that idea." You kissed the side of his neck and said, "I adore you, Roo. You'll be the best daddy."
Bradley almost laughed when you jolted in your seat after the nurse called your name. "Come on back, you two," she said with a smile. "Hopefully mom and dad can leave with some new family photos."
"Holy shit," Bradley replied, palms suddenly sweaty. Baby photos. He was on his feet in an instant, ready to go. And maybe this was what his dad felt like. Perhaps his parents didn't know what they were doing either, but rather they just counted themselves lucky to go along for the ride. He wished one of them had left him a notebook.
You were smiling up at him as he reached for your hand again, and your fingers felt sure and steady all wrapped up with his. "I'm excited, too," you whispered, answering your own question from earlier while he ran his thumb along your rings. "And maybe a little nervous."
"I'm right here," he promised as the two of you followed the nurse into a room filled with equipment. "I'm not going anywhere."
He kissed you and then begrudgingly let go of your hand when the nurse gave you a hospital gown to change into. As she left the room with the promise that your doctor would be in shortly, Bradley dragged his palms across his khaki covered thighs as he sat down and watched you change. Even though you were suffering from near constant nausea, he thought you looked incredible. Your face was glowing, and you kept looking at him with adoration in your eyes.
"Jesus," he grunted when you removed your bra. Was it possible that today he was the hornier one for once? "Sweetheart. Your tits," he whispered as he ran a hand over his face while you giggled. "Unreal." Then your underwear went sliding down your legs, and he reached down to help you out of them. "Hand me the gown," he told you as he folded your underwear across his knee.
You slipped into the gown when he held it open for you, and then you stood between his legs while he secured the ties and kissed you through the fabric. Your laughter filled the small room, and when the doctor walked in, she found you sitting on Bradley's lap while he ran his knuckles gently across your belly.
"I'm Dr. Morris," she said, shaking hands with you as you stood and then reaching for Bradley's. "I love it when partners show up for appointments, too. It's a lot more fun."
He watched Dr. Morris help you up onto the table, immediately missing your warm body next to his. "I plan on being here for every appointment unless I'm deployed." Your smile faltered a little bit at his words, so he added, "And even then, I'd steal a jet and fly in for a few hours. This is that important to me."
Your smile was restored and then some. Bradley scooted the chair a little closer when you reached for his hand as Dr. Morris started to ask you some questions and enter them into the software. "Do you recall when you last menstruated? I'd like to calculate a due date assuming we find a healthy fetus."
Once you told her the date of your last period, Bradley blurted out, "Why wouldn't it be healthy?"
Now he had two pairs of eyes on him as you squeezed his sweaty hand. "It's very early," Dr. Morris said. "Complications are more likely to occur in the first trimester than in the second or third. And your wife is just between seven and eight weeks along based on her cycle."
"Oh," Bradley said, swallowing hard. You'd tried to tell him all of this information before, letting him know it was too early to inform your parents or Nat or any of your other friends. But it felt somehow wrong coming from someone else. He didn't like this information when it was laid out before him in the exam room.
"It's okay, Roo," you told him, a sweet smile still on your face. So he nodded and watched your lips and the curve of your cheek as you answered a few more questions and asked about prenatal vitamins.
Then eventually Dr. Morris said the only words Bradley really wanted to hear right now. "Let's see what we can find with the ultrasound."
He was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbow leaning on the exam table as he gripped your hand for dear life. As excited as he'd been, now he was on the verge of being sick. What if he'd been too rough with you in bed? What if the football at the beach really did hit you in the wrong spot? What if all of the vomiting had been worse than either of you considered?
One thing was for certain. Bradley was going to love you no matter what, until his dying day. So he held onto your hand and kissed your knuckles as Dr. Morris squeezed lube onto a wand that looked a bit like one of the vibrators you had at home. "Is that for the ultrasound?" he asked, watching you spread your legs wider.
"Yes," the doctor replied, and a huge computer monitor lit up. "We need to get really up close at this stage to be able to see anything, so we're doing a transvaginal ultrasound today. The ones you're thinking of that use a paddle on the belly will come later."
"Right," he replied, and as soon as she slipped the wand inside you, he watched you purse your lips in slight discomfort. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he whispered, eyes glued to your face for any sign of pain. But your pinched expression melted away, and your lips parted softly as you sighed and stared at the computer monitor.
"Oh. Oh, Bradley! Look!"
When he turned toward the screen, he slowly stood as you pulled his hand closer to your body and held it with both of yours. Everything looked a little fuzzy at first, just some gray and black shapes. But then a cute little bean started to take shape as Dr. Morris adjusted the wand, and Bradley rasped, "Is that the baby?"
"Yes," she replied evenly, also watching the monitor. "And everything looks great."
Warmth spread through his entire body as Bradley huffed out a laugh while you giggled. He wasn't sure if his hand was shaking or if it was yours, but he leaned down and kissed your wrists before finding your lips with his. "That's our baby," he whispered, kissing you once more.
"It's adorable," you said, smiling nonstop. "Like a little bean, or a chicken nugget."
Bradley leaned on the table, keeping as close to you as he could. "I'm already so in love." He could feel tears in his eyes as Dr. Morris froze the screen. "Is it over?" he asked in a slight panic. In all honesty, he could happily spend the rest of the day right here with you and the baby, and he wasn't prepared to say goodbye yet.
"Just capturing some images," she reassured him. "Baby's first picture."
"Oh my god," Bradley groaned softly, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he ducked his head against your shoulder. "That's the first picture, Baby Girl."
"The baby looks just like you, Roo," you told him with a laugh, and he kissed you until the doctor cleared her throat.
"Let's see what we can find if we zoom in a little more."
With rapt attention once again, Bradley stared at the screen. It looked like the baby was bouncing around a bit, wiggling to an unknown song. "Is that movement good?" he asked. "And what's that little flickering spot?"
"Very good," she replied. "And the flickering is the heartbeat."
"The heartbeat?" That was inexplicably what threw him over the edge as a tear managed to squeeze its way down his cheek when he blinked. "Holy shit."
He just let his head rest against your chest and basked in the feel of your fingers in his hair as you whispered, "I love you." Bradley had no idea if you were talking to him or the baby. Or maybe both. Or maybe you loved Dr. Morris, because in this moment he certainly did as she snapped more photos. Maybe you loved everything right now just like he did.
"I love you, too."
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Bradley was falling apart as you ran your fingertips along his scarred cheek. Or perhaps he was completely keeping it together. You weren't really sure. He had some tears in his eyes even though he was smiling, and the two of you were holding onto each other.
"Do you want to listen to the heartbeat as well?" Dr. Morris asked, and the two of you responded at the same time.
"Yes!"
She laughed and adjusted the ultrasound wand inside you which was actually extremely uncomfortable, but you were starting to think Bradley would cry harder when she removed it. And then you heard it. Dr. Morris adjusted something on the control panel, and set a device on your belly, and you could hear the heartbeat.
"Why is it so fast?" Bradley asked, squeezing your hand. "That's like really fast."
Now your heartbeat was picking up, but Dr. Morris said, "One hundred and fifty two beats per minute. That's perfectly where it should be."
"Oh, okay," Bradley sighed, eyes transfixed on the monitor. "That's good then. That's a strong Bradshaw heartbeat right there. Can you take another picture? The nugget looks really cute like that."
You laughed and reached for him when she eventually shut off the equipment and removed the wand. At Bradley's request, she printed out enough copies of each image that you'd be able to give them to your parents, all of your friends and even Bradley's cousin Brenda in Virginia.
"This seems like overkill," you whispered as the printer just kept going and going.
"It's not," he promised. "I need all of them to wallpaper my locker and fill my helmet bag. Just a bunch of pictures of you and now the baby, too."
"We'll get more ultrasound photos at the next appointment. And the next one after that," you reminded him.
"Good. We'll have enough to wallpaper at home, too." Eased himself back down into the chair as you sat up a little bit while Dr. Morris cleaned up her workstation.
"When is the due date?" you asked suddenly.
"March 24th," she replied, and you and Bradley shared a smile. "Do either of you have any other questions for me?" she asked as she handed a massive stack of ultrasound photos to your husband who looked like he just won the lottery.
"When can we find out if it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, looking through the images with a crooked little grin on his face.
"In the second trimester," she assured him. "You'll make a special appointment for an anatomy scan."
You cleared your throat and said, "So... I've been really quite... I'm sure it's the hormones and everything, but I've been extremely aroused for the past few weeks." Bradley gave you a wide eyed look as you asked, "Basically, I want my husband around the clock right now, and I want to know if that's normal?"
He let out a strangled choking sound, and his cheeks started to flush pink as Dr. Morris said, "That's totally normal. Have at it."
You pressed your lips together before you quickly asked, "And rough is okay? Like pretty rough."
"Yep," she replied, completely unfazed by your words as Bradley looked like he wanted to run out of the room with his stack of baby pictures. "Anything else?"
A smile crept to your lips, one that Bradley would have probably found alarming if he were looking anywhere else except the door at the moment. "Actually, yes. I do have one more question for you, Dr. Morris. Based on the size of the baby and the date of my last period, can you tell me when you think the baby was conceived?"
"Sure," she replied, turning the monitor back on and scrolling through all of the information in your electronic file.
"You did not just ask her that," Bradley whispered, his voice deep with annoyance and maybe a little bit of desire as you grinned at him and bit your lip.
"I would say you probably conceived right around June 27th."
You squealed with delight as Bradley groaned. "Thank you so much, Dr. Morris. We'll see you again in a few weeks."
When she left the room, you hopped off the table and started to untie your gown, pausing to pump your fist in the air while Bradley held his forehead in his hand. "Okay, okay. You win," he whined as he laughed. "You win."
"I told you the baby was conceived in the Honda!"
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Later that night, Bradley kept reminding himself that Dr. Morris said rough sex was okay. That seemed to be the only way you wanted it as you got on all fours on the bed and said, "Fuck me hard, Daddy." And Bradley was never going to be one to deny his wife anything she asked for.
Beads of sweat were rolling down his face, occasionally dripping onto your back as he leaned over you. He was panting next to your ear as he went as hard as he could, fucking you until your knees buckled and he had to hold you up. "You know, I used to have a wife who liked it sweet sometimes. I wonder what happened to her?"
"You knocked her up," you gasped as he rubbed your clit with his fingers.
Fuck, he was getting close, and your words were not helping in the least. "Come on, Baby Girl. Come for Daddy."
A few more swipes of his fingers and a little more dirty talk, and you were coming. Holy hell, you were coming hard, which was a good thing, because Bradley needed a break. You released an unholy moan as your legs gave out again, and this time, he let you sink down to the bed as he grabbed his cock in time to come all over your ass and your back.
"Roo," you gasped as he painted you up, and you met his eyes over your shoulder. "That's so fucking hot!"
"I'm glad you think so," he grunted before he sprawled out on the bed next to you on his back. "I got nothing left in the tank, Sweetheart. Do not ask me for more tonight."
You crawled over to kiss his sweaty face and whispered, "You did so good," as you patted his abs adoringly. "You're already the world's best Daddy." Then you leaned down and cleaned his cum from the head of his cock with your tongue, and Bradley moaned as you climbed out of bed. "I'm going to shower and get ready for bed."
He raised his hand in a wave or surrender, he wasn't quite sure which. Forty-five minutes of nailing you until you screamed his name was the most intense workout he'd had in weeks. He needed to hit his home gym in the garage a little harder. Maybe he could invite Jake over to lift weights with him, and then he could sneak away and take a nap while you and Jake had one of your gossip sessions. That actually sounded pretty great.
Bradley managed to get out of bed long enough to let Tramp out and brush his teeth. By that point, you were getting out of the shower and drying yourself off, humming and sighing softly.
"I know what you're trying to do," he said with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "And it's not gonna work."
You looked at him with one eyebrow raised as you ran the towel across your chest. "I'm sorry. What exactly am I trying to do that's not going to work?"
He spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, sending a glare at you in the mirror. "Look at your fucking tits, Sweetheart. Now you're just flaunting them."
"I'm literally just standing here."
He shook his head and kissed your forehead as he walked past. "You know what you did."
When you slipped in bed next to him, he pulled you close while you laughed softly. You were wearing nothing except for his old UVA shirt, and when you curled up next to him, he pushed you gently onto your back. Then he yanked the shirt up and shimmied under the covers so his lips were next to your tummy.
He kissed up and down your side before laying with his cheek on your hip and one hand on your belly. "Listen kid, I don't know what you're doing in there, but I need you to chill, okay? Someday soon, you'll get to see how pretty and perfect your mommy is. Yes, I think about her all day long. Yes, I love her, but I can only take so much. Your old man is an old man."
You lifted up the covers, and Bradley felt your fingers in his hair. "No, you're not."
He kissed the spot just below your belly button before returning to his pillow. "I'll be close to thirty-eight when this little nugget arrives."
"That's not old."
When you curled up on him this time, he collected you in his arms. If you were surprised by his words, you didn't let on. "My dad died when he was twenty-nine. My mom died when she was forty-two. You're a bit younger than me, not that I mind. But my age is something I think about a lot. I'm older than all my friends. I like to be prepared for things before I jump into them. I like to feel out my surroundings. Except when it comes to you, apparently."
You snuggled in a little closer, voice soft as you asked, "What do you mean?"
Bradley kissed your fingers before lacing them with his in the dark bedroom. "I was all in with you as soon as you looked at me. Zero hesitation. No turning back."
You buried your face in his chest and moaned. "You can't just talk about me like that. It makes me insane for you," came your muffled voice, and Bradley laughed.
"I guess I never had any hesitation about us having kids either. And I'm just saying... it's nice to have time to think about the baby before the baby actually gets here. But I'm also in my head a lot right now about my parents and how much more flying I've got left in me and how I don't actually know how the fuck to take care of a baby."
"Bradley!" Your voice was scolding as you propped yourself up on him. "We're a team. And I wouldn't lie to you. You're not old, and I'm pretty sure nobody actually knows how to take care of a baby until they have one in front of them. Then you just kind of do it, I guess. The fact that you are so excited about this pregnancy is at least half of what's turning me on so much. You will be the best dad imaginable, because you love me so well, and I don't doubt you have more of that to give."
He was exhausted, and your words settled over him like something he could physically feel. "I really am so excited. Today felt like a dream. I just want to cover the whole house in the ultrasound photos, and I can't wait to get another smaller paper airplane tattoo."
He felt your fingers trace his tattoo in the darkness. You knew exactly where it was without guidance just like he knew exactly where yours was. "You'll get it right here? With the baby's name on it?"
"Yeah," he whispered, starting to feel like he was going to doze off.
"I have a question," you said, and he squeezed your hand softly. "Earlier you asked when we can find out if it's a boy or a girl."
He smiled at the hesitation in your voice. "What's your question?"
Bradley could feel your heartbeat against his body, and he thought about how he had been able to see and hear what the baby was doing just a few hours ago. The beautiful sound of that rapid heartbeat that belonged to his child.
"Do you care? If it's a boy or a girl?"
"No," he answered honestly. "Not one bit. I just care that it's ours."
"Me too. I'm happy either way." Your words sounded soft and dreamy, and he believed them.
"I love you both. Now let the old man sleep."
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The rest of the week felt like a bit of a reality check. You tried taking the prenatal vitamins from Dr. Morris, but you threw them back up almost instantly every single time. "Just skip them," Bradley said on Friday morning as you threw up in the toilet when you were trying to get dressed for work.
"I can't," you practically wailed. "They are supposed to keep me healthy so I can keep the baby healthy." You looked up at him from where you were sitting on the floor.
He sighed and checked the time. "Why don't you just stay home today? You're looking pretty green, and it's Friday anyway. Text Bickel."
Anger flared inside you. He was standing there looking nice and tidy in his khakis while you were on the floor turning yours into a wrinkly mess. And the reason for that was the fact that you had to deal with all of this shit. He just got to enjoy your libido while being excited about the baby. You really didn't want to start resenting him right now when you were leaving for Maryland soon.
"I can't just skip work on a whim like what I'm doing isn't important," you snapped. "I'm trying to get my presentation ready for Annapolis, in case you forgot you offered to help me with that."
He was on his knees in an instant with your chin in his hand. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you overexerting yourself, especially since your work is important and you'll be traveling soon."
You still felt bitchy, even though he made you peanut butter crackers and took Tramp for a walk while you stayed curled up in bed for an extra twenty minutes. "That's right. I'll be gone for a week. I'm sure you're looking forward to having a break from the near constant sex."
You used the vanity to pull yourself to your feet while your stomach lurched, even though he was holding his hand out to help you. "Look at me," he demanded without touching you at all. You didn't want to, but you shifted your gaze to his face as he stood too. "If you really think that's true, then we have a serious problem. I'm going to assume that you feel the need to take your nausea out on me, and that's fine. I don't really mind. That's what I'm here for. But do not accuse me of ever wanting to be separated from you."
You pressed your lips together and just nodded as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You didn't want to be away from him either, but you felt another wave of sickness rolling through your body.
"I need to go, Sweetheart. I'll stop and get you some of those ginger pills on my way home. Maybe they'll help. I love you."
After he left, you threw up again and fought the urge to throw the bottle of prenatal vitamins across the bathroom. Even now you were horny enough that you considered climbing back in bed with your vibrator to take the edge off, but you knew nothing would be as good as the real thing. And you'd have to apologize to Bradley before you could have that, and it would undoubtedly make you cry when you did.
When you finally made your way back out to the kitchen, you found more peanut butter crackers arranged on a plate in the shape of a heart with one of the ultrasound photos next to it. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to call your husband, but it went to voicemail. You listened to his raspy voice before ending the call and texting him instead.
I'm sorry. If you want Marry Me Rooster for dinner, pick up some chicken along with the ginger pills.
After you tucked the ultrasound picture in the new Bronco, you spent your whole morning sitting quietly with Cat, the two of you going over each presentation slide with a fine tooth comb. "Is that calculation correct?" she asked, pulling out a calculator.
"It fucking better be. I did it myself. Months ago."
She looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," you lied, anxious that Bradley hadn't responded to your text. Two days ago, you were having the absolute time of your life with Dr. Morris, and now you wanted to scream. "Can we just finish this?" you said through gritted teeth as Cat checked your math which was obviously done correctly.
"That's what we're working on," she said smoothly, using her mom voice on you and making your nerves prickle. "Finishing the slides so we can spend next week practicing and getting our notes in order for all of these meetings and cocktail receptions."
The last thing you wanted to do right now was pretend you were drinking alcohol while trying not to vomit. Nothing about this trip to Annapolis seemed appealing. And you didn't want to have to try to hide your pregnancy from your parents if you drove to see them one night.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Cat asked, and you had to steel your spine as you nodded.
"I'm perfect." There was no point in making her mad at you when the two of you would be in close quarters for several days, so you rolled your shoulders and got back to work.
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Asking Jake if he wanted to workout actually wasn't the best idea Bradley had come up with recently. It would be nice to have someone to spot for him at the weight bench, but if you were making his favorite dinner, he'd rather spend the time with you.
"Fuck," he groaned as Jake followed him to the grocery store on his way home. Apparently he needed protein powder and didn't mind that Bradley had to stop for chicken. Of course now he had to try to discreetly grab the ginger pills that you wanted to try for your nausea.
It ended up being easier than he thought since Jake took fifteen minutes to decide which flavor of protein powder he wanted. He was still looking at them when Bradley went back to that aisle. "Are you almost done?"
Jake shot him a nasty look from where he was squatting at the bottom shelf. "Listen, it would go faster if I didn't get hit on constantly when I'm wearing my uniform."
Bradley rolled his eyes so hard, he was afraid he'd get a migraine. "Keep it in your fucking pants. I'll meet you at my house."
Jake grabbed a container and followed him to the registers. When they passed a hot sauce display, he grabbed one and handed it to Bradley. "Get this for Angel, and maybe you'll get laid. Sounds like you need it."
"It's literally the last thing I need," he mumbled, but paid for it anyway along with the ginger and the chicken. When Bradley slid his credit card back in his wallet, he saw the corner of the ultrasound image he had tucked in there last night. He unfolded it and took a peek as Jake paid for his powder. You were everything. And the baby was everything. And he should have been a little more patient with you this morning.
"You coming?" Jake asked, and Bradley shoved the nugget photo back inside his wallet before slipping it into his pocket.
You were already home, and Bradley parked the blue Bronco next to the red one. Jake came careening into the driveway, stopping about two inches from the back of the new Bronco. "Show her a little respect, okay?"
Jake snorted as he climbed out. "You literally fucked the other car to bits. I didn't do shit."
Bradley groaned as he walked inside with Jake on his heels. The first thing he saw was you in the kitchen, feeding Tramp a treat. You had on some skin tight yoga pants and a little shirt without a bra, and you turned to him and said, "Can we talk?" He opened his mouth to tell you that you could have any damn thing you wanted, and then you said, "Hi, Jake," with a look of surprise on your face. "I didn't know you were coming over."
"Hey, Angel," Jake crooned, walking into the kitchen and pulling you in for a tight hug. Shit, Bradley forgot to text you and let you know he wasn't going to be alone. "Didn't see you at lunch today."
"I worked through lunch," you replied, your eyes on Bradley. "Are you staying for dinner?"
"Nah, just going to lift weights out in the garage with Rooster for a bit. I'll be out of your hair after that."
"You can stay if you want," you told him, but he was already heading toward the hallway bathroom with his gym bag. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming over?" you whispered. "I'm not even wearing underwear, and you left one of the ultrasound photos on the fridge."
Bradley quickly pulled it down and stuck it in the freezer on his way to get to you. "I'm sorry. I meant to text you, but then I got in the Bronco and forgot." Tears welled up in your eyes; he should be used to this by now, but he was not. "If you're horny, I'll take care of you as soon as Jake leaves."
You scoffed at him. "It's not that. I don't just want that. I wanted to talk. You're not just a gigantic, walking dick to me."
Jake cleared his throat, and you and Bradley both turned to see him standing there in his gym clothes. "I'll meet you out in the garage," he said with a smirk. "Take your time."
"I'll just be a minute," Bradley called over his shoulder, but you'd already started to open the chicken he set on the counter. "Do you want to talk now?"
"No." Great. You were giving him one word answers now.
"Would you like me to get changed and get out of your hair?"
"Yes."
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As soon as Bradley walked through the sliding glass door and headed for the garage, you broke out in tears. What the fuck was your problem? You didn't mind if Jake was here or if he stayed for dinner. You didn't want to completely discourage Bradley from hanging up the nugget photo. You just couldn't control your emotions, and you had zero patience today. And you couldn't stop running to the bathroom to pee.
You decided to fill up some travel mugs with water and take them out to the guys to smooth things over. Tramp ran around in the grass as you walked across the yard, and you could already hear the two of them talking over their playlist as you approached the doorway.
"Is Angel's ass bigger now?" Jake asked, pointing to the dirty calendar that Bradley hung on the wall and strategically covered part of with a post-it note.
Your husband shook his head. "Stop staring at my calendar," he replied as he added weight to one side of the bar. "And stop talking about my wife's ass."
"She's in a feisty mood today. You probably didn't even need that hot sauce to get laid, old man." Based on Jake's response, you were pretty sure neither of them had seen you in the doorway yet as you stood there awkwardly.
Bradley's brow creased. "She's been a real handful, actually."
Jake hooted with laughter. "In the bedroom? Never mind, I don't want to know."
It took Bradley a few seconds to respond. "Can we talk about anything else other than my wife? Please? Literally any other topic would be great."
You turned on your heel and carried the waters back toward the house as soon as you heard Jake say, "Speaking of asses, you know who has a great one..."
They were out there for a full hour. You made what turned out to be perhaps the most incredible looking batch of Marry Me Rooster of your life while you stewed. Even your husband was already sick of you. Soon you'd gain so much pregnancy weight, your ass would probably be enormous. He'd probably have to close his eyes just to have sex with you.
You froze as you were putting the chicken onto a plate. What if he couldn't stand the sight of you with a belly at all? All stretched out and weird? Bradley had probably glorified it in his mind, but you knew it wasn't going to be all that appealing when you were nine months along in the middle of March with stretch marks galore. You were already bloated enough that Jake noticed.
You were turning and looking down at your body when they both came walking back inside, out of breath. "Smells good in here. Are these for us?" Bradley asked, pointing at the waters on the island.
"Yes," you whispered, afraid to meet his eyes. As soon as you heard his voice, you were horny again, but you didn't want to keep forcing him to have sex with you just because you couldn't help yourself.
Jake kissed you on the cheek, and when you told him he was welcome to stay for dinner, he said, "I'll take a raincheck. See you for golf on Sunday, Rooster," and headed out to his car.
"Do you think you can eat dinner?" Bradley asked you softly. When you turned away from him and nodded, he said, "You didn't have to wait for me if you were hungry. Do you want me to shower first?"
You burst into tears once again. "I don't know if I'm hungry. I don't ever know. Sometimes I just grow up. And I can't stop fucking crying! And I don't want you to be so sick of me that you'd rather talk about literally anything else with Jake, including someone else's ass."
"Whoa, whoa," he said quietly, spinning you around again. "I don't want to talk about anything else besides you, Sweetheart."
You shook your head and covered your eyes with your hands. "I tried to bring the waters outside. I heard you."
When you were pulled snug against his sweaty shirt, you felt slightly better. "Baby Girl. I was not about to get into a conversation with Jake about how I can barely keep up with you in bed. In order to keep my pride intact, I would at least want him to know you're pregnant if I'm admitting that you're wearing me out." He kissed the top of your head over and over.
"It feels like you're getting sick of me," you sobbed softly. "And you brought me hot sauce even though I can't eat it right now, and that made me so sad."
"I couldn't be less sick of you if I tried. I just needed to keep Jake off my back rather than let slip that you're pregnant, so I got the hot sauce. And it's completely my fault I forgot to tell you he was coming over, but I had a lot on my mind today."
"Like what?" you asked, inhaling how delicious he smelled even compared to the dinner you made.
"Like possible baby names and the look and feel of your pussy when I fuck you. Do you need me right now? Because I'm ready to go when you want me."
"So badly," you squeaked. "I'm sorry, Roo."
"Don't ever apologize again for wanting to have sex with me. I will be the one to apologize if I don't last as long as you need me to."
You nodded against him. "Well then I'll apologize for having a bad attitude."
"Do you need me to fuck the attitude out of you?"
"Yes, sir."
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Imagine how excited he'll be holding that baby in his beefy arms. Just stay calm, sweet Roo. The hormones won't last forever. Up next, we're going to Annapolis. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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something more than friends
(lucy gray baird x reader)
tip me on kofi if you feel so inclined
requested: yep, I hope you like it anon♡
content: a little bit of angst but mainly fluff, men (derogatory), kinda lovesick!lucy gray, jealous lucy gray (we love to see it), pretty intense description of kissing but no smut.
warnings: a very brief mention of drinking, internalised homophobia but it doesn't last long, gay stuff (duh), lowercase intended I know boo I'm annoying.
a/n: I haven't read the book yet so idk much about the covey so their appearance may ooc but that's solely due to my lack of knowledge on them
lucy gray baird never faltered when she sang.
there were very few things that could get under her skin when she was on that stage, strumming her guitar and twirling in her skirt as the district folk stomped along to the beat.
sure, sometimes drunkards and the occasional hung up ex would try to cause a scene, attempting to gain her attention from below, but she would simply roll her eyes, waiting for someone to take care of them so that she could go back to doing what she did best. performing.
so what exactly had happened to make the lucy gray baird, forget a line in a song?
she was quick to remedy her mistake, carrying the tune in such a way that most patrons didn't even notice her mess up. but ironically enough, the very cause of her brain fog noticed. you.
you gave her a worried look, but she brushed it off, willing herself to continue playing as if nothing was wrong. and technically, nothing was wrong. you were there, in the far back of the crowd, wearing a white dress with a drink in your hand. and Lucy Gray didn't mean to be cliché, but you really did look like an angel, something divine that she had the honour of setting her eyes on.
but obviously, she wasn't the only one who thought that.
you were speaking to some man. which was fine, you were always the most gorgeous girl in the room in her eyes and she knew that she wasn't the only one who appreciated your beauty, you were always needing to awkwardly laugh at men's advances and brush them off as best as you could, but you weren't doing that tonight.
you were laughing, a genuine laugh, leaning in to hear his voice over the music, over her singing. she wanted to jump off of the stage and break her guitar over that assholes face, and she couldn't explain why.
she had always known that one day, you'd settle down with a kind man who cared for you (not nearly as much as she did, but that was okay) and then she would see you less and less. but knowing didn't make the taste in her mouth any more bitter.
the first time you told her about a crush that you had, on a boy named Tom, she spent the whole night convincing you that he just wasn't right for you. you believed her of course, rejecting him swiftly the next week when he asked you to go on a walk with him, walking instead with lucy gray, hand in hand.
but then, she did it every time you spoke about a boy, and you started to believe her less and less. 'I think you're just jealous lucy gray, and you don't anybody taking my attention away from you.'
you were right, she was jealous, and the thought of you, with a man, it disgusted her to her core. which is why she took off as soon as her set ended, not even staying for the applause as she searched for you outside.
there you were, and thankfully, you were alone, no undeserving man in sight.
she ran up to you, her brown eyes seemingly sparkling even in the darkened night. "how'd you enjoy the show, darlin'?"
her heart jumped when you smiled at her, your eyes crinkling in joy as you took both of her hand in yours, squeezing them affectionately. "you have the voice of an angel, lucy gray. and I envy the lucky fella who's gonna marry you, and have to serenade them whenever they want."
lucy gray rolled her eyes in a good natured fashion, trying to ignore the knot in her stomach when you mentioned her getting married. "I already serenade you, sweet thing. and im not gonna let some wedding band stop me."
you laughed airily, leading her by the hand towards the lake, where you spent most nights together. you sat down at the edge, laying your head in her lap when she sat beside you. her hand went to your hair, and she fought the urge to by giddy at the sight of your head in her lap, you were just... perfect.
"who was that guy that you were talking to back then? when I was singing, I mean." she asked, her voice uncharacteristically quiet.
you thought back to about an hour prior, picturing every person that you had been with throughout the evening as you tried to recall who she was asking about in particular. "oh! that was matthew, his dad and my dad go way back, but the two of us never really shared their closeness for whatever reason. but after speaking to him tonight I'm a bit upset that I never tried to grow a friendship with him earlier."
she nodded, her cherry glossed lips pressing into a thin line. "he doesn't just wanna be friends with you though, I could see it." you scoffed playfully, raising a brow at her curiously. "you were all the way up on stage, in the middle of your favourite song to perform, and somehow, you could tell that much from so far away?"
she opened her mouth to defend herself, but after realising just how insane the notion sounded when you phrased it in that way, she quickly closed it again. "I'm not gonna let any man take me away from you, lucy gray, believe me when I say that I can't live without you."
your words sent a fury of butterflies in her stomach, and she swore that felt dizzy as you picked your head up, moving your face so close to hers that your noses were almost touching. she wanted to kiss you. god, what the hell was wrong with her? how could she be thinking of you in this way?
despite her inner conflict, she made no moves to create some distance between your faces, selfishly wanting to stay like this for as long as you'd let her. "I wish we could get married." she sighed, her eyes widening at her own words. "I meant- not like, I didn't mean- not in, like, a husband and wife typa way-"
you cut her off with trying to, with a tilt of your head making her suck in a sharp breath. "you don't wanna do husband and wife things with me?" you asked, and she could swear that your voice had a certain tone about it, one that made her cheeks feel blazing and her breaths shallow.
she shook her head, her usually fierce tone reduced to a meek almost whisper. "we can't do those stuff together."
you were too close for comfort. she could feel the tip of your nose against hers and if you leaned in any further, she was sure that she would combust. "who cares if we can't? the more important question is, do you want to?"
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. she had forgotten how to breath. this wasn't right, she knew that, so why were her lips on yours in a flash, her hands in your hair, around your waist, holding your hands, touching any part of you that she could reach as the two of you kissed? in public, no less?
she couldn't find it in her mind to stop, not when your soft, sweet lips moved in tandem with hers as if you were molded to fit each other. when you pulled away, with lucy gray chasing your lips with an involuntary whine, you held her by the shoulders, a look of concern on your face.
that was when she felt it. the guilt knawing at her stomach, and the tears thar flowed down her face. was she crying because of how overwhelming her feelings were for you? maybe it was because she knew that you would have to hide... whatever had just happened between the two of you.
you leaned your forehead against hers, you sweet voice easing her fear. "I love you." she nodded, not being able to say it back just yet, but she could only hope that you knew. she moved to kiss you again, being startled out of her mind by a girlish scream in the distance.
it was maude ivory, eyes wide and hand slapped over her mouth in shock, with an equally suprised tam amber standing next to her. lucy gray felt sick to her stomach.
"I knew it." tam Amber said with a shrug, moving to sit next to the two fo you as she stared out at the moonlit lake. "no one looks at their friend like how lucy gray looks at you."
"can I be the flower girl? and the maid of honour? and the priest?" maude ivory rambled, laying half in lucy grays lap and half in yours. you simply laughed, explaining that her dream wasn't exactly possible but flower girl was certainly doable as lucy gray watched, tears threatening to fall from her eyes once again. only this time, they were of relief.
the joy she felt in her chest, at the thought that you could be... together in front of the covey was the best gift she could possibly be given. you and her, together. not just as best friends. although it was hard to wrap her head around it, she knew that it was exactly what she wanted and she had it on good authority that you wanted it too.
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Rain and Dirt (Yandere Rex Lapis/Zhongli x Goddesses!Reader)
Chapter Three, Ghosts of the Past
Sequel to The Moon Will Sing and Time Alone
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Summary: Stories are told of Rex Lapis the God of Contracts and his darling the Goddess of the Moonlight, but what people do not know is the truth of what their relationship really is. People think at Rex Lapis’s death that his wife would be the first to weep, but what if she is the first to smile.
You began your journey to Jueyun Karst with Lumine and Paimon, acting as their guide. As you walked along the road that ran through the Guili Plains and into Jueyun Karst you looked around at the sky above, it was starting to get dark as you were nearing the abode of the Adepti. You wondered what would have happened if you ended up coming here for the Rite instead of staying in the city, would they be made at you, violent even? No you shook that thought aside, they would never harm you even if your husband wasn’t there to protect you anymore.
No, no, no! You did not need him to protect you, have you forgotten you are a goddess? It is well within your power to protect yourself… but some nights when it gets cold, being held by someone helps. Or the pain of thousands of years gone by, sharing that burden with someone else… but he also gave you a burden-
“(Name), Are you alright? You seem to be drifting off?” The voice of Lumine’s floating companion grabbed your attention and you smiled and nodded in response with a small hum.
“I am alright, it is just….” Your eyes drifted up to the peaks out the mountains approaching in the sky, knowing what you are about to encounter. You sighed as your eyes fell back down to the path you walked on and the ground below. “It has been awhile since I have come here. It feels strange, especially given the circumstances.”
“You mean the death of the Geo Archon, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“You know, Paimon noticed that while most are in shock and crying over Rex Lapis’s death, you remain totally calm, why is that?” Paimon stepped in, poking you with a question.
“I….” The question made you stop in your tracks, why was it so easy for you not to cry? The answer should be easy, because of all the things he has done to you. But did you honestly know that answer? Did you hate him? “…don’t know…”
“Really?”
“Really, honestly for all the people’s praise of him I do not know if I can make myself follow him like they do.” You paused again before forcing a smile and changing the topic. “Well what brings you to Liyue? I doubt it is just the sights if you are willing to do all of this.”
“I’m… I’m looking for my brother. He was taken from me.”
At Lumine’s answer your heart ached for her for you knew her pain, what it is like to lose a sibling. You had no idea where your sister is today, thousands of years later. You can still remember the sound of her voice, the life in her eyes, the joy in her smile.
“I’m so sorry, I understand your pain but it still hurts, does it not?” A look of surprise came across Lumine’s face at your sympathy.
“You understand?”
“I do, a long time ago my sister set out to explore Teyvat and I did not go with her, I have not heard from her or about her since. I would be lying if I said I didn’t regret going with her, I think about it everyday.” You reached down and gave Lumine’s hand a squeeze. “After this I promise you I will help you find your brother, I have all the time in the world.”
“Thank you, that means so much.”
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You were reaching the abode of Mooncarver and you knew that full well that he would call out your true nature on the spot so as you got closer you acted like you needed a break but urged Lumine and Paimon to go on ahead.
“Are you sure, (Name)?” Paimon questioned, to which you smiled and nodded.
“Yes, yes, I will find you both in a bit, I just need to rest my feet. I am afraid that I am not so used to walking such long distances.”
“Alright if you say so.”
You watched two walk off as you sat against a tree for a bit of shade so that you were covered from the sun’s heat. You ran your fingers through the grass and hummed, closing your eyes. You have been here before, not just in Jueyun Karst but this exact spot. When was the question?
You closed your eyes to think and you must have fallen asleep because you felt a hand brushing the hair out of your face stirring you awake. You opened your eyes and seeing the person there made you gasp.
“Menogias?”
There was a laugh and nod from the Yaksha, one who you thought to be dead for so many centuries. “Hello my Lady.”
“Why- wait- how are you here?” You asked, springing to sit up. You pressed your back against the tree, sitting there next to your old friend, for lack of a better term.
“What do you mean, I am supposed to be with you today.” He sighs and shakes his head, his fingers coming to rub his temples. “My Lady, did you forget? Today your husband is off at a meeting with an Adeptus in Chenyu Vale. I was placed to guard you until his return.”
Ah yes, how could you have forgotten? Morax had even told you the night before. He would be gone all day and perhaps a bit of tomorrow as well. Really you must get better at remembering these things.
“Apologies, it just feels like my mind is off these days.” You say curling your legs inward towards your chest.
“Off? May I ask how so?”
“I do not know how exactly to describe it, almost as if I have been tricked into something.”
“My Lady, it’s best if you don’t dwell on these things for too long, it would be bad for your health.” Menogias answered swiftly, almost to cut off your idea. “Your husband would not be very pleased with that.”
Your husband…
Rex Lapis…
Morax…
Zhongli…
All the same person…
All caused the same suffering…
“Menogias, can I ask you something…”
There was no response…
“Menogias?”
Again, no response?”
“Menog-“
You were cut off by the scream that ripped from your throat as you turned your head to look at the Yaksha, only to see him dead. His skin almost looked shredded and he was bleeding profusely out of a wound in his stomach.
You snapped awake, sweating and gasping for air from the dream. It was just a dream, but one that came from your memory to an extent. Menogias did watch over you some days when your husband was away, but so did the other Yaksha. Beyond that the rest of the dream weee just the ghosts of your past. Honestly out if all the Adepti, you hated Menogias the least, he was kind to you but still did nothing to dissuade your husband’s possessive tendencies.
As you rubbed your eyes in an attetonwak yourself up from that horrid nightmare you heard voices, shouting, and approaching you. Before you can even turn your head you are seized up by the forearms and find yourself face to face with soldiers of the Millelith.
“You are under arrest as a suspect in the assassination of Rex Lapis.”
Oh dear…
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You were dragged along by a Millelith soldier, deeper into Jueyun Karst to find Lumine and Paimon, the other suspects. You panicked as you got closer and closer to Moon Carver’s abode, and you tried excuses like you would rather be tamed back to the harbor so you could be proven innocent already,mor that you had no idea who they were talking about when the described Lumine and Paimon, but none of it worked.
Then your heart sank the moment you turned on the path and your eyes laid on not only Lumine and Paimon, but the mighty and illuminated Adeptus, Moon Carver. His deer form was as proud and strong as ever and no doubt he retained that strength to carry that pride.
“It’s the assassin, they dare-“
The moment the soldier spoke and caught the attention of Moon Carver you knew all was over. The Adeptus’ eyes went from the soldier speaking, to the one who was dragging you along, then lastly to you. The moment you made eye contact with him, his eyes lit up in pure and untamed rage. He raised his front hooves up and stopped them on the ground, and the sound that echoed from it rang in your ears and even was enough to shake a few stones off of the mountain peaks.
“YOU DARE TOUCH HER!? YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO EVEN LAY YOUR EYES ON HER!”
The Millelith soldiers look back and forth at one another in pure confusion, meanwhile you just hang your head low and wait for this all to be over.
“Mighty Moon Carver we-“
“One does not care for your excuses, unhand her at once!” At the demand of the Adeptus the Millelith did not care to stay much longer after that. The grasp of your arm slipped away as the soldiers backed up away from Moon Carver and once they were far enough they turned on their heel and started running. You watched them run before turning to face Moon Carver and your eyes landed on the confused Lumine and Paimon as the Adeptus approached you. Slowly Moon Carver lowered his head before you in a bow before rising, his eyes meeting your own. “My Lady.”
“My Lady? What is this crazy deer on about, (Name)?” Paimon questioned, looking at you who were probably bright red in your embarrassment. Before Lumine can add something, Moon Carver gazed down at the floating Paimon, rage in his eye, not as much as with the soldiers, but still visible.
“You dare to call her by her name, you have no right-“
“Moon Carver!” You shouted, cutting the deer off. He looked almost ashamed for a moment at the sound of you raising your voice. “Please, I let them, they are my friends.”
“Very well.” He nodded towards you before facing Lumine and Paimon. “One humbly apologizes for such abrasiveness towards my Lady’s companions.”
“Lady? What’s going on?” Lumine asked, looking at you and you sighed.
“Really it is nothing important-“
“Nothing important?” Moon Carver scoffed at your statement, as if now he was scolding you. “Is being the bride of Rex Lapis not important? One thinks not.”
“Bride of- wait.” You watched as Paimon slowly clicked together the pieces in her head and she let out a loud and rather dramatic gasp when it clicked. “You’re the wife of the Geo Archon, you’re the goddess that Childe told us about. That’s why you knew so much about Liyue.”
“That is… true.” You sighed and stepped forward, not forcing a smile like you did before. Now you wore your true emotions, a face that suffered for thousands of years. “Allow me to properly introduce myself, while I still am (Name), I am the goddess of moonlight and rain and…” you felt yourself choke on your words for a moment, but you quickly swallowed the lump in your throat. “…and the wife of Rex Lapis, the Geo Archon.”
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I'm so happy your requests are open again! Can I request something about Willy reacting to you wearing his necklace with some nice lingerie? Probably sounds boring but those necklaces he wears though got me thinking
No no no! Not boring at all bb - in fact, this is hot 🫠😍 God, I’d love to see his reaction 😉
I apologise, this is a bit short ❤️
Warnings; mild-smut (18+); mentions of sexual behaviour;
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I want to wear his initial, on a chain 'round my neck | William Nylander 🖋️⚡️
Music was playing softly through the air of the condo, while you took your time in the shower. You’d poured a glass of your favourite drink, put out your sexiest set of lingerie, and cooked yourself a delicious meal as tonight was your alone night at home.
William spent the entire day training and given you had a day off from work, it prompted you to indulge in a much-needed spa day for yourself.
You pampered yourself by doing your nails, shaved, shampooed and conditioning, applying your favourite hair mask, and then moisturising your skin to feel fabulous and confident.
It was an uncommon type of evening for you since you and William had moved in together. Despite his frequent road trips, you rarely found time for yourself.
Usually, your days were filled with work, William's hockey training, and/or games. And when he was away, you'd make plans with friends or work overtime to accrue enough hours for travel, leaving little time for yourself.
But tonight was different, and you’d dedicated every single minute to yourself.
Singing softly along to the music resonating through the condo, you swayed and danced lightly while enjoying your drink. Then, slipping into the delicate lace barely covering your breasts and core, you couldn't help but smile and admire yourself.
Normally, you didn't hold much confidence in your body. However, being with William for just over a year, his constant affirmations about your beauty and sexiness had significantly boosted your self-assurance.
You recognised your curves yet maintained fitness, even though your boyfriend often interacted with tall, slim, naturally tanned girls possessing undeniably beautiful faces. Nevertheless, William consistently returned home to you and lavished praise on your physique.
Perhaps it was your shared love for food that had him all intrigued. He didn’t really like it when girls held back in eating because it wasn’t very “lady like.” So when he first saw how much you loved diving in to any meal presenting itself, he immediately fell in love. Just the mere fact that you were always curious about food and different cultural cuisines had him fall deeper in love with you. Especially the first time he took you home to Sweden and introduced you to his family, where his grandmother had made a good old fashioned traditional Swedish home cooked roast, and you’d indulged with pure joy.
Likewise, you cherished William's love for food. As your grandmother always said, "the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach."
Though it might not always be universally true, in the case of William, it certainly was.
And as you strolled through the condo towards your bedroom, you found yourself sifting through your drawers, contemplating just how to greet your man upon his return from tonight's training.
Your fingers delicately explored the varied fabrics of his ties, sparking thoughts of possibly using one to tie around his hands before offering yourself to him on your knees. However, tonight was more about sensuality than playful fuckery. So next, your fingers trailed over the assortment of jewellery collected in a large drawer. And among them, one necklace stood out: a number 88 necklace purchased as a jest a few months ago in collaboration with some of the other girlfriends of the team.
The idea had been rather amusing, and William had gone completely feral over it. It had been a different kind of declaration of your love for him; showing the world that you were his, without saying that he owned you.
Then, another idea dawned on you. Alongside your collection of jewellery lay his, adorned with various rings, bracelets, and neck chains. And it struck you.
Slowly, you gently encircled your fingers around one of his favourite chains, a medium-sized one, not too bold, yet you knew it held special significance for him. It was the one he typically wore during road trips, as it reminded him of home.
And thus, you decided to drape it around your neck, feeling the cool metal against your sensitive skin. Chuckling to yourself, you glanced in the mirror, amused at the sight of yourself wearing hour boyfriend’s chain.
And lost in your own reflection, you didn't hear the front door unlocking.
“Babe,” William's voice echoed through the condo, snapping you out of your reverie.
Then with a slight smirk gracing your lips, you leisurely stepped out of the bedroom to welcome your man.
“Welcome home, love,” you uttered softly, casually leaning against the doorframe that bridged the hallway and living room, drawing William's attention.
“Shit, babe,” he gasped, struck by your relaxed demeanour, which tastefully showcased his favourite lingerie on your enticing figure. His eyes roamed over you appreciatively. “What a welcome…” he breathed out, slowly closing the distance and pulling you into a gentle kiss.
“Well, I know you’ve been putting in a lot of effort lately, so I thought I'd give you a delightful sight,” you playfully teased, meeting his gaze flirtatiously, fully aware of the effect you had on him.
His hands lightly rested on your hips as he pressed his body against yours, his head leaning in so that you shared the intimate space between your faces.
"Oh, this is more than just delightful, babe… you're incredibly hot, and you know it," William chuckled huskily, his eyes still devouring you, lightly licking his lips before focusing on the item adorning your neck. "Is this... mine?"
"Mmm," you playfully confirmed, biting your lower lip.
"Looks good on you," he almost whispered, taking a deep breath, his gaze remaining fixed, as his finger gently toyed with his own chain on you.
"Yeah, you think so?"
"Fuck yes…"
William found himself unable to contain his excitement. Although he hadn't previously considered how alluring his piece of jewellery would look on you, he had to admit it complemented the lingerie he adored so much.
And as his eyes lingered on you, his body pressing closer to yours, he felt the warmth of blood rushing to his member, an increasing urge for release slowly building up within him.
You could feel a tingling warmth spreading through your core as his broad chest pressed against your breasts, the bulge between his legs brushing against your thigh, and the grip of his hands gently tightening on your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin.
“Willy, darling,” you breathed out, maintaining eye contact through your lashes, your hands resting on his muscular chest. “Would you like to join me in the bedroom?”
Your voice carried a soft, seductive tone as you began to rub your thigh against his slowly growing length.
“Mmm,” William deeply groaned, the desire intensifying within him. “Nothing I want more.”
“Then come,” you playfully signalled with your index finger, grabbing his hand before turning around, and intentionally swaying your hips a little as you led him towards the bed, his eyes locked intensely on your movements.
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BPP, sorry if you've answered this question before but what is your best song from Face?
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I’ve had a rethink. I think Face-off is now my favourite song on the album.
Set Me Free Pt 2 is still top 3, but Jimin’s enunciation on Face-off brings a smile to my face every time I hear it because that man is too damn sassy for his own good lool.
In the latest Suchwita episode, Hobi revealed that Jimin practiced live singing six hours everyday before and during FACE promotions.
Six hours. Every day.
That made me pause. I started thinking about everything that happened during FACE. I don't talk about this at all here because I won't ever share personal pictures and I know I was incredibly lucky and many other people here likely deserved to see him before I did, but I saw Jimin live during his very first shows for FACE.
He was so happy. The joy on his face and the way he worked the crowd... like a fish in water. He gave some of the best performances of the year during FACE promotions. The whole project and the thoughtful way he went about promoting the album, is noteworthy.
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But then I remembered the BS, the way k-pop stans reacted to the album, to the MVs, to the encore stage, the way BTS akgaes indulged in their sociopathy on his account, how BigHit failed (the anger Jimin biases feel is justified but some of y'all are wallowing in it). I remembered a few of Jimin's Wlives, how so much has been going on for him this year, and then tried to fit 6 hours daily practicing into it...
I have to stop myself when I think about Jimin. He has such latent intensity, like a glamour, a force field around him... it's like a black hole that sucks everything, including you, into him and his world. It scares me.
I know I whine about Jimin biases but y'all amaze me ngl. It takes a special fortitude of heart to bias Jimin. This post already sounds incredibly effusive, but I don't believe I'm exaggerating when I say he's a truly beautiful person. It's almost as though the world does not deserve him. It's impossible to not love him, desire him, care for him... want more sooner for him. I see all that, but I also see that man is stubborn as fuck.
He took his time to start work on his solo album. The middle of the Vegas concerts is when he said he suddenly came to his senses, shook himself out of that trance, and earnestly started putting together the FACE project. He'd written songs before, but FACE was its own thing. The personal stories he chose to communicate, the care in lyricism and production, the quality... Jimin created art in FACE and trusted that those who care for nothing but the best, will love it.
That's sexy, but the way he went about it also betrays a conservatism in him. It's a shadow of the edge in him, that thing about him that causes a tinge of anxiety when you watch him too closely.
I'm not sure if I'm making sense, but what I mean to say is you need a special kind of courage to bias and love Jimin. I recognize that. When I write what I do here, I always remember that. I also have very little respect for solos. And those two sentiments aren't mutually exclusive.
But taking it back to Face-off, my favourite thing about it is Jimin's sense of humour and skill coming through in the song, as well as how he enunciates his words. To really hear the switch in his tone, you need to stream in this order:
Like Crazy > Alone > Set Me Free Pt 2 > Face-off
By the time you get to Face-off, Jimin's voice has already gone through every variation possible, but then he brings out a tone I've heard only one other artist do well (Rihanna), and that tone is disgust.
Pure, refined sass. And he's already got the sauciest voice in k-pop.
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The melodic and tonal choices Jimin makes at these timestamps fucks with my head:
1:53 - 2:08;
2:16 - 2:25;
2:41 - 2:56....
(lol, at this rate you might as well just listen to the whole song again.) Jimin is fantastic in the whole thing.
Europe is where Jimin belongs, but America would eat Jimin up too. The country already does if we're being real, America already loves Jimin. But given the right concept, Jimin would devour because he always does, and the world should get to see it. I hope I get to see more of it. As I've said before, if you feel inclined to communicate that to BigHit, I strongly suggest you do.
During Suchwita, Hobi showed how he's planned content for fans almost years in advance. It's possible Jimin does this too, planning music and content for fans to see months later... (So we might not learn why he went to London, for months...)
Yeah... I don't have the strength of heart to bias Jimin. Good luck to y'all.
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Anyway, sorry I rambled. Face-off is a really good song and Jimin did an excellent job on it. The whole project is very good so I can't wait for the next songs we get from him. Shit can't get worse than BB deleting D2C sales so on the bright side, we can only go up from here, and for Jimin who already owns the record as the first soloist in history to debut #1 on the Billboard Hot 100, up will be a good spot to be.
Stream Like Crazy, Seven, All Day, and HUH?!
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Confessions
You asked for fluff? You get all the fluff.
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Arulmozhi watched his elder sister and Vanthiyathevan standing next to each other, and smiled softly. He knew that they had fallen head along in love, and knowing both very well, he absolutely supported their union.
Speaking of… his eyes darted to the small window where he had seen his favourite pair of wide, doe eyes, and a thought flashed in his mind. Before his brother left, he wanted Aditha to know.
“Akka,” he called out softly, smiling when a radiant Kundavai looked at him.
“Thambi?”
“Did you come alone?” he knew he had an amused look on his face, causing Aditha to look at him in surprise.
“What do you think, Arulmozhi?” Kundavai seemed to be challenging him, though her eyes twinkled merrily, knowing expression causing him to smile.
“Where is she, Akka?” he asked, suddenly turning serious. “She came all this way, but has not met me yet.”
“Thambi, you know how she is, don’t you?”
He nodded, and said, “I do, that is why I know she is not far from you. She is like your shadow at all times, so how is she at a distance away from you?”
“Who are you both talking about?” Aditha asked, looking from one sibling of his to the other.
“Vanathi, Anna,” the two replied together, looking at each other, neither noticing Aditha raise his eyebrow. Of course he knew who they were talking about, but for Arulmozhi to use her name…
“Vanathi, thambi?”
Arulmozhi looked at his brother with a perplexed expression, before suddenly realizing what his brother was pointing out, and he smiled.
“Anna, if I cannot call the woman I will marry by her name, who can I?” Arulmozhi responded, calm but paying attention to the excited sparkle in Kundavai’s eyes. His sister’s whole hearted approval radiated from every pore of her being, and she looked like she would rush off to Vanathi in that moment.
“So you decided, thambi?” Kundavai asked, joy seeping through her tone.
“Akka, I decided a long time ago,” he smiled softly. “But I had to wait for the right time, or so I thought. These near death experiences have taught me differently.”
Kundavai nods and smiles.
“Shall I go and call her then?”
“Ilavarasi, I do not think she will be in your rooms,” Vanthiyathevan interrupted, giving Kundavai a knowing look, which she returned the same way.
“Why will she not, nanba?” Arulmozhi was now curious as to what his friend knew that he did not.
“Adhai naan solla koodadhu, Ilavarase, (I should not be the one telling you, Prince),” Vanthiyathevan said, though he looked apologetically. Arulmozhi could not help but smile at the loyalty he displayed.
“So she is busy making medicine with the bikshus?” he asked knowingly. He smiled further at the startled look his sister had on her face, and said, “Akka, did you forget how well I know her? I may have been around her only for a short time, but I know her like I know myself.”
“Thambi, are you saying you are in love?” Aditha sounded surprised, but also happy, despite not anticipating it.
“Very much so, Anna. But I do not want to discuss this further with anyone other than Vanathi. Can any one of you help me get her to talk to me?”
He knew he was looking at his elder sister imploringly, but who better than Vanathi’s uyir thozhi to help him?
“I do have an idea,” Kundavai said, smiling suddenly. “It will require a little subterfuge, but I am sure you are up to it.”
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“Vanathi, nee paada vendum, kanne, (Vanathi, you have to sing, my darling),” Kundavai needled her friend.
“Akka, I have been singing illaya?” She asked softly. “On your insistence, I’ve been singing Thevarams to Ponniyin Selvar since we came here.”
“Darling, why are you so morose?” asked Kundavai, caressing Vanathi’s cheek.
“I just feel like I am the reason your thambi got into this misfortune, Akka,” she sighed softly. “I am not able to shake that thought.”
“Illai Vanathi, nee ninaipadhu thavaru (No Vanathi, what you are thinking is wrong),” said Kundavai. “Arulmozhi’s horoscope says clearly that he will go through trials but come out of them successfully, and so far, every prediction has turned out right. In fact, what the josier said about you too should turn out correctly.”
“And what prediction is that, Akka?”
Vanathi stiffened but also relaxed when she heard his soothing voice reach her ears. Her love has come to Akka’s chambers?
She slowly turned around, meeting his eyes before lowering them, a blush covering her cheeks.
“The josier stated that Vanathi’s horoscope is an extremely fortunate one. She has very powerful Maangalya bhagyam in it,” Kundavai said. “Furthermore, she will bring prosperity to the one she marries, which Patti says is a sign by just looking at her, her horoscope is not needed to know that.”
“That I can say is very true, Akka,” he nods at Kundavai, who smiles at Vanathi and quickly slips out of the chambers. A shocked Vanathi is about to leave, but Arulmozhi moves to stand in front of her, ensuring that she stays and hears him.
“Ilavarase…”
“Ilavarasi,” he acknowledged her, smiling when she flashed a small pout at him. It had not taken him long to use her given name, even before he left for Eezham. To call her Ilavarasi now would only serve to tease her, and thus, he couldn’t help himself.
Vanathi was about to say something, though she stopped herself and looked down instead.
“I have to ask you something, Ilavarasi. May I?”
Her big doe eyes, now filled with a tinge of hurt, looked at him, and Arulmozhi couldn’t help but feel her emotions as his own.
She nodded, a small frown etched on her face, causing his heart to ache.
“Why did you not come to see me, Ilavarasi? Didn’t Vanathi want to see her Yaanai Pagan?”
Vanathi looked up with wide eyes, wider than he had seen before, understanding blooming on her face.
“Ayya, I didn’t want to disturb you,” she said softly, looking at him still, his heart stuttering at the stars glowing in her eyes.
“Vanathi,” he whispered softly. “How can you disturb me?”
“Ponniyin Selvare, you are the Prince of the Chozha dynasty,” Vanathi whispered. “Who am I..”
She trailed off, taking a deep breath, fortifying herself to add something, but Arulmozhi interrupted her.
“The beloved daughter of Siriya Velar, the adopted and just as beloved daughter Periya Velar, the uyir thozhi of my beloved Kundavai Akka, the star pupil of Patti Sembiyan, and the queen of my heart.”
Vanathi stared at Arulmozhi, whose eyes had softened impossibly, though the love he held seemed to fill every pore of him, his eyes, his smile, his body language even. Arulmozhi was tired of hiding the love Vanathi’s presence inflamed in him. She was like the light that his body needed to move, and till he had met her, he had not understood what his Anna had meant when he had said the same for Nandini.
“S-Swami,” she stuttered out, before blushing, about to correct herself, when he stopped her, a bright smile alighting his face, making him seem like the most handsome man on the planet to Vanathi.
He gently tugged her by her hand closer, before making her sit on the settee on his left, allowing her time to understand the implications. Her grip tightened, and he smiled, knowing she understood what he was trying to say.
“When the turbulence of the sea got too strong, and I could feel the ship rocking against the furious waves,” he rubbed a thumb across her knuckles in reflex, hearing her distressed sound at his words. “It was your face I saw. When I thought I was going to lose my life, I thought of my Kingdom, my parents and my siblings and people, of course, but also of you, Vanathi. I could not help but think I had failed you by not returning, especially after your secret olai through Vanthiyathevan.”
“Swami,” she whispered, a tear falling down her rosy cheek, that he automatically wiped.
“Do not cry, anbe (dearest). I am here now,” he said softly. “I could not forget the stars of your eyes or the soothing breeze of your laughter. Nor could I forget the expressions and stories you weave in your doe eyes. The truth is, I could not even look at another woman when I had you waiting back for me at Pazhayarai. Ennavale (She who is mine), do you not know that the song my heart sings is the same as the one yours does?”
Vanathi stared back at him, luminous eyes glowing like the stars that he often saw in the night sky, every single twinkle the glow of her maan vizhigal (doe eyes). Her ruby red lips widened into a helplessly in love smile, and he knew he sported the same expression.
“I do have an important question for you, Vanathi.”
“Order me, Swami,” she smiled softly, glowing like the moon that tended to sooth him.
“Will you parade with me in Nagai tomorrow through the festival? On my left? As my future wife?” he looked at her seriously, trying to convey his request the way it was meant to be.
Her eyes widened and tears shone in them. The blush on her golden cheeks told him it was happiness, and he waited, in hope.
“As you wish, Swami. Will you take me on your elephant then, Yaanai Paaga?” she laughed at her own words, but the nod that came from him made her eyes widen with joy.
Arulmozhi smiled back with just as much joy, in complete content on having confessed his feelings finally for his beloved, and her joy at them was all he had needed. With Vanathi by his side, supporting him, he knew that even the dangers and tumult waiting for him in Thanjai could be faced easily.
With a smile at her, he relaxed himself, talking to her softly about things unsaid, and coaxing her to talk about the same.
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Thank you to @rang-lo for ranting with me about Ponniyin Selvan at all times! She enables me as much as I enable her :p
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Elvis & Echo
Pairing: Elvis and the mythical Nymph Echo
Summary: Elvis meets a beautiful young girl who only speaks by repeating the last three words spoken to her.
Word Count:???
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Author's Notes: Hey people! So, this tale has been on heavy on my mind. I love Greek mythology tales of love, power, sorrow, tradition, and morals.
One story that broke me when I first read it is the story of Echo and Narcissius. If you aren't familiar with it. The legend goes Narcissius was one of the most handsome man of his time. Blessed by the gods. He was so good-looking that if he saw his reflection, he'd fall in love with himself. Nymphs never really go for men unless they are next to beautiful, but Narcissius was adored for his beauty.
One nymph in particular fell in love with him, Echo. Echo was cursed by the goddess, Hera, for her affair with Zeus. Echo's curse is that she can only echo the last three words that are spoken to her. Narcissius was on a hunt in the woods that Echo lived in. She fell in love with him at first sight, but it was unrequited love. She tried hugging him, and she tried kissing him, but he told her he'd die before she'd enjoy his body. Heartbroken, Echo runs away. The story gets weird around this part because different historians say different things about Echo's ending. One story says she ran to a cave and concealed herself in leaves. She withered away until nothing was left but her voice. Another story goes, even though she was heartbroken, she'd watch Narcissius from a far until he died discovering his own reflection.
Echo deserved better love, and I believe Elvis would be a better and more understanding love. As we all know, Elvis has beautiful, ethereal features that are compared to that of the Greek gods. I believe if Echo saw Elvis, the experience would be better. She'd swoon just like we do.
Please enjoy this tale. I think I'm only going to do this one unless y'all want more??? 😉😏 Let me know.
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Elvis came home from his tour, and he needed a break from people. He just wanted alone time for once. He starts walking in the fields behind Graceland and starts humming to himself.
He walks beyond the fields into the woods of Graceland. At this point, his singing out loud. Elvis loses himself in I'll Fly Away. Elvis finds joy and solace away from the cocaphony on the stage. Just praising his Lord and savior is enough for him. The Lord, being his audience of one, is enough at this moment. Or so he believes he's alone...
Elvis doesn't realize there's an audience of two. This particular girl has been listening from behind the trees since he began singing. His voice stuck her with cupid's arrow. This nan before was blessed three times by Apollo and Aphrodite. His beauty was more than that of Adonis or ever Narcissius. The man who broke her heart. That love made her hesitate to try again, but there's something different about this man that makes her want to love him. Something makes her want to hold him, and please him, if he only let her.
She wishes she could speak to him normally. She wishes she could ask his name, but since her curse, all she is able to do is repeat words spoken to her. It makes it difficult to make friends in this strange new world called the 50s.
She has a mind of her own, but her voice is gone. Maybe if he keeps singing, she could sing with him to catch his attention.
"I'll Fly Away. Glory, glory. I'll fly away!" Elvis sings
"I'll fly away!" She sings.
Elvis stops singing and looks around. He thought he was alone, but it seems a fan may have found him. He doesn't mind any fans. He wouldn't dare turn one away. If it wasn't for his fans, he'd still be driving a truck.
Elvis continues to look around at the trees. He knows he heard someone.
"Hello?" Elvis calls out.
"Hello?" She calls back. This is it.
She thinks to herself. This is it.
"Someone there?" He asks, hear the young woman's voice.
"Someone there?" She repeats.
Elvis, confused at the game being played, continues to see if the girl would come forth.
"I won't hurt you. Come here." He says.
"Come here!" She shouts with glee, running from behind the brush.
She runs straight to Elvis, faster than he anticipated. She embraces him and he her.
"Wow," he he says.
"Wow," she repeats, lacing her fingers through his hair.
She finally gets a better look at Elvis. This is the first time she sees his hue of his eyes. They turn her soul lusty, and her heart swoons at the sight of him. She can't help herself and kisses him. Elvis doesn't pull away, but he indulges her. Who was he to turn away a beauty as fair as she? He dips his tongue into her mouth, and she repeats the action. Never before has she done this. It's quite enjoyable.
After a moment, he slowly pulls away from her. Elvis looks into her warm brown eyes, and his heart melts.
"Who are you?" Elvis asks, touching her face.
"Who are you?" She asked, repeating the gesture.
Elvis kind of laughs it off but answers her question.
"I'm Elvis."
"Elvis." She answers.
What a beautiful name that fits such an extraordinary man. She thinks.
Elvis examines her closer. Her clothing is different. Her wardrobe reminds him of the toga that he would see in old Greek books or films.
"Baby, are you lost?" He asks.
"Lost?" She repeats, kissing his hand.
No, I'm found by you. I'm in love with you, Elvis. She thinks but can not express it.
"No, who are you? Where are you from? Are you hurt? Do you need help?" Elvis asks.
"Need help." She says.
"I'll help you," Elvis says, escorting her back to the house.
He wraps his arm around her as they walk up the back way to the house. She wraps her arm around his waist.
"Who are you, baby?" Elvis asks her.
I'm Echo. My name is Echo, Elvis. And I'm so in love with you.
She thinks. Oh, how she wished to speak to him. To tell him everything on her heart, but all she can manage is,
"Baby."
Once inside the house, Elvis starts to make phone calls to the police department.
"Elvis," Gladys asked. "Who's this?"
"I found her in the woods, Mama. She needs help."
Gladys does her own inspection of Echo. Examining her from head to toe. She realizes she doesn't have a bra on and quickly covers her with a sweater. It was one of the warmest covers Echo had ever had, and she gently grabs Gladys hand. Thanking her. Gladys accepts her gesture.
"What's your name, dear?" Gladys asks.
"Dear." Echo replies.
"Mama," Elvis says. "I don't believe she has words of her own. She just repeats what's told to her."
"Tol to her," Echo replies.
An hour later, Elvis takes Echo to the police station where a doctor examines her. She hates being away from Elvis, but her eyes never leave him. They are both mesmerized by one another.
The doctor's conclusion was that the young lady had been through a traumatic experience that caused her to go speechless. The doctor also concluded that her voice was just delayed, which is why she copies the words spoken to her. Yet she understood a lot and was not a fool. It's just hard her her to express herself the way she'd like to. She also didn't have any family or friends, which is why she attached herself to the first person who paid attention to her.
"We could put her in a hospital if you'd like Mr. Presley," the doctor suggests.
"Hospital?" Echo replies.
"No, I'll... I'll take her home with me," Elvis says. "My family won't mind."
Echo smiled at him for that. He takes her by the hand, and they head back to Graceland. Upon arrival, Elvis explains to his folks about Echo just staying for a few days until she can get on her feet.
"Son, did you find out her name," Vernon asked.
"Her name... it's Belle," Elvis says, giving her a name. "She abandoned, and she attached herself to the first person who paid attention to her. That's me. She's not here because of my fame. She's here because of my kindness. I wanna help her."
"Belle," Elvis calls to her, and she takes his hand.
Elvis recalled what the doctor said back at the police station. She repeats words given to her, so whispers in her ear what to say to Gladys and Vernon.
"Mr. and Mrs. Presley," Echo starts. "I'm so grateful to you both for letting me stay. I know I'm a stranger to you, but I mean no harm."
"See," Elvis says.
This makes Echo's heart sing. Elvis helped her speak, but she wished she could do more.
Gladys and Vernon look at one another. Caving to Elvis' pleas, they allow Belle (Echo) to stay. Gladys and Alberta make dinner with a little help from Echo. This Southern style dinner was different from everything Echo ever had. She enjoyed every minute of it. She loved watching Elvis and his family at the dinner table. It was a heartwarming sight. There was so much love in this house and among them all. When Elvis laughed, she laughed. It was quite contagious.
Gladys set Echo in a room upstairs not too far from Elvis' room. She made up the bed just right for Echo, not knowing just how special this was for her.
"I hope this is just right," Gladys said.
"Just right," Echo said.
"Well, good night, Belle. Rest well," Gladys said.
"Rest well," Echo replies.
Echo sat in the bed and relaxed her body. The bed was soft but firm. It's better than the ground or the trees she rested in. She rested her head upon her pillow and fell asleep for a while.
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Even though she slept well, she wanted to be with Elvis. She quietly climbed out of her bed and headed toward Elvis' room. She quietly enters into his cool room. She sees him silently resting in his large bed. She crawls into bed with Elvis, sliding under the covers with him.
For a moment, Echo watches Elvis in admiration. She captivated his beautiful features, dark black hair, his pouty lips, and his deep voice. She watches his hairy chest rise and fall. Echo can't wait any longer and lightly places her fingertips on his chest.
Oh, my beloved Elvis. You are more than I ever dreamed of. Kind, loving, handsome, strong, talented. Where were you so long ago? Echo thinks to herself.
She leans in and kisses his lips, startling him awake. Echo smiles at the sight of his eyes. Elvis is absolutely breathtaking.
"Belle?" Elvis says.
"Belle," Echo says.
Elvis knows what he needs to do to hear what he wants from her.
"Elvis," he says. "Kiss me, Elvis."
Echo smiles, "Kiss me, Elvis."
He does as she asks and kisses her gently. Their tongues massage one another. Elvis goes down her neck to her shoulder as Echo massages his back with her fingers. Then Elvis whispers in her ear, "Make love to me."
"Make love to me," Echo whispers with glee.
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I can't be silent any longer, too many people have different interpretations, and I also really want to share my vision of Edgar. Also if suddenly someone wants to talk about this awesome guy - I am very often online (at least for now). Feel my HUGE love for Choir Boy through these headcanons pls...
So, headcanons for the best boy:
- Edgar is an orphan (this is almost a canon, since Choir, as I remember, came from an orphanage?), as a boy he was forced to panhandle on the streets of Yharnam, until a kind member of the church took him and sheltered him in Choir (I even think it could be Ludwig, but I'm not sure how much they coincide in timelines, it's just that they seem to me as related characters. I can imagine young Edgar trying to repay Ludwig for kindness, but he did not accept anything from him and only said, that a knight couldn't do otherwise)
- He sings beautifully, I mean, he is able to hit very high notes and sounds really like an angel
-He grew up on the dogmas of the Healing Church and was always a little bit.... naive? (in other words - gullible) It firmly got on in his head that the Church means only good. He is not a fanatic, but all his life he was sincerely grateful for the chance given to him then, in childhood.
- Edgar is sociable and open-hearted, he always surrounded himself with kind, bright people
-At the same time, tho he was a devoted to the Church, there was always a spark of doubt in him about their actions, and despite the contempt for the School of Mensis, somewhere in the depths of his soul he knew that they were on the path of progress, albeit a very terrible one
-Edgar always strove for tidiness and preciseness, while often showing interest in strange things. If he lived in our time, he would be well-dressed, organized and seemingly absolutely “normal” (by social standards), but exclusively fond of esotericism, dark and scary things, historical research in the most unusual areas and etc
- Edgar hates masks, both literally and figuratively, although ironically he lived with them all his life, first in the garb of Choir, hiding his face and soul, and then in the disguise of a spy
- As @katyspersonal pointed out, he does not use A Call Beyond, although almost all members of the Church do. It seems to me that he simply does not want to - there is a prohibition in his head, sown by himself as a child - the Great Ones are sacred, impregnable, something that Above him, they cannot be used, let alone defiled. No matter how much he disagrees with this thought as an adult. It's kind of his gestalt I suppose?
- Micolash's ideas, which he learned during his mission, pissed him off, defeated, destroyed, made him cry, interested and inspired him - and all at the same time
- And Micolash himself - from Edgar's view - he is a heretic and a bastard. At least he convinced himself of that. Edgar knows - if he will allow himself to feel sympathy for Micolash, he would betray everything and stand by his side, starting his own blasphemous research
- To keep some sanity Edgar drinks tea. He is a tea person to the core, and while Micolash treacherously sips 1 cup of coffee a day instead of a full meal, Edgar is busy with conducting an entire tea ceremony - it brings him joy even in his state of affairs
-He never leaves without looking at his reflection and making sure he looks great, kind of a bloodborne dandy xd However, this habit began to bother him annoyingly when he got stuck in the Nightmare - it was disgusting to look in the broken mirrors, especially since once Micolash jumped out of one, laughing at Edgar who was grimacing in front of the mirror lol
- Edgar is very gifted physically (his in-game stats are something) - despite his thin build, he has very strong arms and is able to carry heavy things (a grown up man with an iron cage on his head is already heavy enough)
- He hates Micolash and sadly realizes that in another time and place they could be friends (maybe even best friends)
-And ofKOS he is also a true scholar! Edgar was sincerely fascinated by the secrets of Pthumeru, even participated in one of the last expeditions to their tombs as a translator from the ancient language (thanks, @karnaca78, for his linguistic abilities in my headcanon xd)
- Edgar is a very warm-hearted and nice person, kind, capable of empathy, but when talking, he can laugh all of a sudden - from internal thoughts, often awkward and strange. It looks cute, but it's actually really weird (tho still cute)
- He is one of the few who sincerely, out loud laughs at Micolash's jokes (once even to tears, and this made him doubt his own adequacy lol), perhaps because he is actually the same as him
Hope you enjoyed all of these and I didn't create any misunderstanding with my PeRfEcT (no) english language xd Love for Edgar churls and swirls Unending
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Young Royals S3 thoughts
EP3
The queen saying it’s all exaggerated and she’s fine, and then immediately breaking down again… not a good sign. Willeeeeeeeee
Wille holding his knees in the fountain with the credits over it in light purple - poetic cinema. But also, aaaaahhhhhh!!!
„Why did you think I didn’t tell you anything?“ - Yes, Simon, please tell her. I really really want you guys to work this out
Those graduation caps look ridiculous
I’m sorry but every time Vincent opens his mouth I want to tell him to shut up. This man annoys me so so much.
Simon looks so rough, like he hardly slept. I fucking hate everyone who makes him feel that way.
@bjarsta.andreas who the fuck are you and what is you fucking problem.
I hate it when they both don’t listen to each other, when they’re so wrapped up in their own problems they don’t see that the other one needs them right now.
It feels a little bit as if Simon realizes for the first time what Wille is going through every day and what he is taking on now.
„All I want is to be with you.“ Phew…
Those girls mock singing Simon’s song can fuck right off. YOU are embarrassing!
Boris & August wheheeee :) I’m glad they’re getting a kind of reconciliation
Simon turns down Pabellón. This is wrong, this is all wrong. Someone give my boy a hug and help him!!!
Is it bad that I think August is handling the situation really well? Like, he’s really trying…!
„Are you involved? … Of course you’re involved.“ - Wille, please, you don’t know what happened. You’re being unfair right now. But then again, if I were him, I’d probably think the same about August.
Siiiimooooooooon….! I’m so so sorry, you don’t deserve this… aaahhhhhhh I can’t handle seeing you crying like this…
Cheeky make out session in the music room :))) they’re trying to trick me into thinking it’s all fine and then they’ll fight in there again. I don’t trust you!
But also love them smacking their lips and acting all innocent when they’ve been caught :) „You two keep rehearsing…“ hahahahaaa
VINCENT HONESTLY YOU NEED TO JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE SIMON ALONE! Why is Wille not standing up for Simon here?
I feel like Felice is not getting enough screen time. And something tells me she will not just hush everything up but speak her mind! You go, girl!
I feel like Wille could check in on Felice a little bit more. And she on him. He shouldn’t lean only on Simon, he needs his friends too!
Sara laughing and smiling with her dad in the car. Healing. This makes my heart happy.
I bet August thinks he’ll go and sweep Sara off her feet like Prince Charming. Even taking the bus, wow wow… I can already tell you it’s not going to work…
The way her face falls as soon as she sees him….
„August Horn of Årnäs“ - „Micke Eriksson of Bjärstadt“ hahahaaaaaa this will never not be funny
„Better to have a dad with bad episodes than no dad at all“. Ouch, that hurt.
Surprise, surprise, it didn’t work. But also, it’s good that you’re apologizing and showing that you want to make amends, but you’re only talking about yourself! Have you ever thought about asking Sara how she is, or what she thinks and wants?
Sad August is making me sad. What is the world coming to?
The. Baking. Scene. fljkh esPOUFRHQasd mknöwejfnb lhbsdyxkjvcnpq wjbfeasdyx
Not Sara zooming in on the first picture in weeks in which Felice is smiling. They need to taaaaalk!
I feel like Micke deserves some credit for his parenting this season. He is actually doing a decent job at supporting Sara. Just really hope it doesn’t go downhill.
Wille singing is hilarious :))
That song they play when the torch procession comes is a vibe though :)
„You can just stand there and feel things and be open and vulnerable.“ - „Yeah but I wasn’t this time. It’s getting harder to stay relaxed when I sing. It’s not as much fun anymore.“ - I am broken. Simon losing the joy in singing. That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.
Sara is so brave for going there. I would have run away before anyone could have seen me.
That kiss by the window in the candlelight is gorgeous.
I love the music over that whole sequence. And the ‚I love you’s at the end. Can we please just pause this here? I don’t need any of the drama, I just want them to be able to stay happy forever.
Ohhhh nooo, Micke! I don’t know if I believe him or not. Please don’t let Sara down again.
„Erik could never have done that to me.“ Oh Wille, you don’t know. You don’t know what he did. And part of me hopes you’ll never find out.
„So how can I ever trust anyone?“ - „You can trust me.“ - This is going to go wrong, I can feel it.
Simon wrapping himself in his purple hoodie. And a woman with purple hair coming up to him with her son. Alt er love.
I really really want Simon to take that picture so that he can feel that people appreciate him. But also, don’t post it on instagram!!! This will only lead to problems. Pleeeeaasseee.
Maybe it would be better if Farima talked to Simon…? Then Wille wouldn’t have to constantly police his boyfriend like that.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh noooooooooooo!!!! Siiiimmoooooooon!!!!
Uuuughhh, whenever this show gives you like a crumb of happiness, it takes it away just as fast. Like Simon was just starting to feel a little better about the online hate and their position in the world, and then - snap - someone throws a stone at his house. He just wants to be safe and be with his boyfriend. Why does the world have to be so cruel?
#young royals#young royals season 3#young royals spoilers#young royals s3 spoilers#yr s3 spoilers#yr season 3 spoilers
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@gyubby99 I like pain.
Warnings: mentions of grief, self harm, losing a son, and depression.
I used to float, now I just fall down
I used to know but I'm not sure now
What I was made for
What was I made for?
Aponi layed on her bed, the tears she had let fall earlier dry on her cheeks as she held a stuffed animal in her hands.
It was a deer.
She had gotten it for Theo when he was a baby.
When he was alive.
Now when she woke up every day, it felt like she was falling.
Falling and there was no end where she would hit the floor, no longer having to worry about life.
An endless pull in her chest that wouldn't let up....
It wouldn't go away....
She wanted to forget..... forget that he died because maybe if she forgot, he would be standing right in front of her singing karaoke with her like he used to....
Takin' a drive, I was an ideal
Looked so alive, turns out I'm not real
Just something you paid for
What was I made for?
She felt so vulnerable..... so alone.....
She felt like a bad mother.....
She sat in her car, in silence, not driving anywhere...
She stared off into nothingness.... perfect.. giving that that was all she felt...
Nothing.
Except for the endless sorrow that crept into her broken heart every second of the day.....
She still had to be a "mother".... but she wasn't allowed to have a child anymore.....
She leaned her head back until it hit the car seat, closing her eyes as a tear rolled down her numb face.
She wasn't made for this....
She couldn't handle this.....
'Cause I, I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday, I might
Someday, I might
She sat in her office at the club she took over....
A picture of her, Theo, and Alastor hanging on the wall.
When she looked at it, it was like she couldn't feel anything....
Shebwanted to feel something.
But most of all she just wanted her beautiful son back.
When did it end? All the enjoyment
I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend
It's not what he's made for
What was I made for?
"Aponi?" Angel dust asked as he walked into her room.
It was heavy with grief...
"Aponi.... I think you should tell Alastor what's been happening with you..... he's going through the same things," Angel stated.
No response.
He came to sit next to her...
Still.... silence.....
"Lilly?" He used her real name...
"Its not what he's made for," Aponi replied, so quiet it was almost a whisper.
She was right.
Alastor coped in his own ways. Including focusing heavily on his work.
He hadn't even thought to contact his wife at all since their son died.
'Cause I, 'cause I
I don't know how to feel
But I wanna try
I don't know how to feel
But someday I might
Someday I might
Aponi sat up on her bed, her facial expression still numb.
Her wrists were bleeding.
She swore to herself she wouldn't go down that road again.
But it was something she could feel... and through the numbness she felt, thats just what she needed.
She focused on the sore feeling in her wrists, pressing on one of the cuts to make sure she was real.... to know that this.... that losing her son... was real...
And it was... it was very real.
Think I forgot how to be happy
Something I'm not, but something I can be
Something I wait for
Something I'm made for
Something I'm made for
It was like she had forgotten how to be happy....
Even singing didn't spark the same joy it had sparked when he was alive.
Instead, all it did, was make her remember the lullabies she sang to him when he was scared after a nightmare.
So... all she could do was lay in her room, alone, with blood on her wrists and tears on her face as she tried to forget that her baby was dead... again.....
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Okay I know this post will gain absolutely zero traction but the more I think about it the more I want to cry about it??
slight spoilers for one of the character arcs in Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre ahead,,,
So I saw Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre in the cinema today. I was alone, it was reasonably full, the film technically only opened two days ago, and it's wider release isn't for another week, but I had time to kill and it was the only thing that piqued my interest. It sits in an interesting spot tonally, comparative, I'd say, to Netflix Exclusive Michael Bay movie 6 Underground, though to use a more recent marker I'd drop it somewhere near Bullet Train (though it's definitely much closer to 6 Underground). All this context to say that I went into this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie with zero expectations and almost completely blind.
So please believe me when I say I was truly blindsided with joy to have canonical, casual queer representation in this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie.
Maybe it's that I don't watch a lot of media now, but it's something I noticed while watching Glass Onion too, both with Benoit and Hugh Grant (ha, put a pin in that) and especially with the character of Peg, and it makes me a bit teary and excited when I think about it. There's something to be said for how far we've come, to the point that Casual Queer Rep is even possible. There's something about watching Peg get all flustered talking to Helen and knowing that it's because she has a crush, without it having to be flagged, spelled out, or otherwise othered by the film or its writing.
It's normalised.
Which I know shouldn't be a big deal, but right now, to me, it is. I didn't realise I could feel this way; to see a full character who just so happens to be gay, where the plot doesn't revolve around her being gay, but that part of her identity is still made clear?? I love Peg so much holy shit.
But Glass Onion is the second in a series that has established itself as a forerunner for casual diversity. Let me tell you about how Operation Fortune made me want to YELL in theatres.
It's the 8th of January, and it might be a bit early to call it, but Danny Francesco might be my favourite character of the year.
Is he perfect? God no, he's objectively not a great person; he's sleeping with his sister-in-law, he's a Hollywood diva, he's demanding, and he (spoilers, seriously) ends up engaged to a war criminal. Who happens to be the main antagonist. Who happens to be Hugh Grant. Danny is the light of my life, however, and I love him with my whole heart.
So in the beginning we're told that Danny turned down $10m because he didn't want to jump out of Greg (Hugh Grant)'s cake and sing Happy Birthday; whatever, I thought, Greg is a rich, eccentric with an obsession with celebrities, and Danny is the biggest star right now, I shouldn't read anything into it because Sometimes Rich People Just Do Things For Status Reasons. We're also told, and subsequently shown, Greg tries to take celebrity's partners/girlfriends. Cue Sarah (Aubrey Plaza) in a bright red dress that I will dream about for the next month.
Also, in the scene where Danny, Sarah, and Orson (Jason Statham) are joining the fancy party, there's some distinctly fruity vibes between the three of them, but I'm not here to push my Orson/Sarah/Danny polycule agenda, just know that I have one.
So obviously Greg is excited to see Danny, but later makes a Very Distinct Pass at Sarah, inviting both her and Danny to stay with him for the weekend, with an implied Wink Wink Nudge Nudge.
While they end up taking him up on that offer, Danny, who started the film having refused Greg's Rich Weirdo Request, and now having to spend time with him for the job, finds that he actually genuinely likes Greg, who appears to genuinely like him back, doting on him, even giving him gifts.
When Danny says to Sarah "(I'm paraphrasing, about Greg) he's really into you! If you don't take him up on his offer then I might!" my eyeballs were Out Of My Head. Like sure it sounds like a joke that would be written in to simply highlight Danny's materialism, a whole 'gay for pay' joke, something about his vanity, or even just an offhand joke that I might hear one of my straight friends who were super comfortable and confident in their sexuality say about their best friends, I was So primed for this to be something that the audience could laugh off or dismiss in hindsight. Like in my mind that solidified my headcanon of Danny as bi, but I was so used to queerbaiting and years of being told I was reading into things.
So as the plot continues, Danny's fondness for Greg goes on, turns into something incredibly genuine, and looking back, he clearly has a hero-worship crush on Greg by the end of the film.
The last shot we see of Danny and Greg is the pair of them getting into an elevator after Greg pulls a stone cold power move on the films secondary antagonists, which he had Danny assist with for flare after Danny asked specifically to stay with him for that event. In the elevator, Danny tells Greg that that was "the coolest thing he's ever seen someone do" and that's the last we physically see of them.
HOWEVER!! THE ICING!! THE CHERRY!!
At the very end of the film, one of the protagonists mentions how he's gone into the film industry, and the response he gets is;
"You better not be talking about Danny Francesco and his fiancee Greg Simmonds!"
an accurate depiction of me as the credits began to roll;
WE WIN THESE!!
BOTH DANNY AND GREG ARE CANONICALLY BI/PAN IN THIS JASON STATHAM-LEAD ESPIONAGE ACTION MOVIE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023!! THEY BOTH LIVE UNTIL THE END!! THEY'RE ENGAGED!! THEY'RE BOTH ABSOLUTE DISASTERS!! THEY'RE BOTH FULL, ROUNDED CHARACTERS WHO HAPPEN TO BE QUEER!!
I get choked up thinking about it now, considering how quietly overwhelmed I felt in the theatre realising that Danny and Greg's comments and moments throughout the film weren't some elaborate joke, the dialogue that reminds me of my friends, the moments that felt true to my life as a queer person, they werent the setup for any kind of homophobic mixup, miscommunication, or microaggression; no, I finally, actually felt like I saw a part of myself, of my community represented in media.
Everyone in that movie is terrible in their own way, but Danny and Greg just happened to be terrible people who are also queer. Are they perfect representation? No! Thank fuck! I think we deserve more dumbass, disaster, unethical queers in media.
Even if I don't necessarily recommend this movie (it's pretty okay if you're a fan of the genre I suppose), I subjectively love it and especially it's characters, with my whole entire heart.
Danny Francesco is canonically a dumbass, bi disaster who fell for his sugar daddy, war criminal Hugh Grant. Good for him. It's what he deserves. 🥰🥰🥰
#operation fortune ruse de guerre#operation fortune#ruse de guerre#danny francesco#greg simmonds#hugh grant#greg x danny#danny operation fortune#greg operation fortune#josh hartnett#knives out#knives out glass onion#glass onion#peg glass onion#peg knives out#lgbtq#lgbt#lgbtqplus#fortunate ops
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Hi, requesting Namo x reader with the prompts: was that your first kiss? and i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. Thanks!
"The first kiss"
Pairing: Námo x Reader (Maia | Second person POV)
Themes: Soft | Fluffy
Warnings: Kissing
Word count: 500 words
Summary: You and the Doomsman share a kiss on the beach.
Minors DNI | 18+
Rules and taglist here.
His kiss was sweet, like the honey you had eaten earlier. And he was gentle. Nàmo sighed when you melted into his embrace. It was the perfect moment, and he picked the ideal place. The waves whispered like lovers as they lapped against the shore, and the stars burned brightly in the sky. The lights from the two trees had dimmed, and Varda's creation could be seen in all its glory.
Your hands delved into his hair. The strands were so soft that they felt like silk as they passed around your fingers. Námo had to bend over. He was so tall in his physical form. His arms slowly tightened around you and pulled you closer. The scent of night-blooming jasmines wafted off his skin.
Never had you imagined your first kiss with him being this wonderful. Námo was the Doomsman of the Valar and the Keeper of the Slain. Many considered him stern and pitiless and without warmth. His touch was claimed to be as cold as ice, but the heat radiating off him while the two of you kissed and kissed told a different story. Here was a side of him that only you got to see and feel, one that was all sweetness and light. The thought alone was enough to fill you with awe.
Námo thought he had strayed into a dream. He had pictured this moment and always wondered what it would be like when it happened. He was fearful and thought he would do something wrong and drive you away. He thought you would say no and might laugh at him when he told you he had never kissed. Seagrass waved in a gust of wind thick with the smell of salt. Your gown rustled softly, and a seagull cried out from a nearby nest.
"That was better than I thought it would be." Námo pulled away when he sensed a temper in the air. A storm was approaching, and he needed to get you home before it hit. "My brother would wax poetic about it, calling it one of the greatest joys one could ever experience. I confess I didn't believe him till now."
You tilted your head and gave him a measured look. Námo looked away, utterly abashed. Realization dawned.
"Was that your first kiss?" You asked. When Námo nodded, his pale cheeks flushing pink, you smiled and stood on the tips of your toes, taking his face into your hands. "I'm not angry. And it's all rather sweet, knowing that I was your first."
His lips twitched and curled before a slow smile worked across his face and lit his coal-black eyes. Starlight glittered off them, making it seem like tiny diamonds were hidden within. Námo was pleased. More than pleased. His heart started to sing a melody it had never done before, and warmth filled his fana.
He had never looked more beautiful than he did just then. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile," you whispered.
Námo reached out, his fingers curling around your hair. "Only for you," he whispered in return. "Only for you."
Tags: @edensrose @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays @floraroselaughter
#Námo#Námo x reader#Námo soft#X reader#Reader insert#The silm#the silmarillion#The ainur#The valar#Fanfiction#Write it#💫a world of whimsy writes
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Nah I relate so much with reading jjk fics but only seeing through gifs/spoilers 😳 whole ass mood.
Anyways may I request headcannons of Geto with shy innocent reader. She has no idea what curses are, she’s just an average citizen living life. Meanwhile Geto loves her naive nature and teases her a lot.
Thank you so much and good luck with the new blog ♥️
(It's honestly so real. The only reason I didn't want to read it was so me and my friends could get together and watch a new episode every week as like a friends night. But with me being on the webs, spoilers are inevitable. My knowledge is a field with a ton of blank holes scattered about lol. Anyhow, I hope it's okay I left the reader open a bit so a wide group of people could insert themselves into it. Thank you so much for the ask!)
~Geto's Innocent Little Interest~
headcanon|scenario|letter|fake text|drabble
-Pet? No that's not exactly right. Although your purity and idiocy to the world around you often resembles that of a small puppy. Pet wasn't the right word to describe it. Interest? Certainly he was interested in you of course. You behaved in a way that was a bit peculiar and endearing to say the least. Lover, significant other? Maybe he should start calling you that. He didn't claim you as his partner but he didn't want anyone else doing so either. The thought of someone possible taking advantage of you, poisoning you and your happiness, or simply taking up more of your time than him? This alone was enough to send him into a flying rage. Significant other...he'd settled on the title without even telling you a single thing.
-Speaking of telling you not a single thing, you were in the dark about a lot of stuff. This seemed to make him happier than you would know. He'd preferred to keep you as innocent as possible because the joy you radiated from your ignorance was like no other. You, in simple terms, were ignorant. And what do the humans say about that? "Ignorance is bliss" he mumbled to himself as he watched you skip along the sidewalk and right into his arms. He gave the best hugs, you claimed. He smiled at just the smell of your perfume/cologne. You'd done up your appearance just for him perhaps? You looked so good today he'd be sure to keep an eye out for anyone that lingered too long on you.
-"Tell me again what curses are, Y/N?" He asks as the two of you walk along the sidewalk together. You thoughtfully place a finger on your chin and hum. "Hmmm...curses are like hexes that a magical being like a wizard or witch can place on you. Like the movies right?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "I suppose you might float away with the wind considering there was no brain in there to help weigh you down." He teased. You scoffed and playfully punched his side. He loved doing that to you. Teasing you was his favorite thing to do because you never seemed to take it to heart. The two of you could have a good laugh over this and he'd get to see that smile of yours on full display.
-His other favorite things to do with you included watching you go about your everyday life as if danger was present around every corner. He was still not the safest person to be around but you had no clue about that. How lucky would you feel if you knew? Would you thank him for being ever present to protect you from other cursed spirits if you knew about this stuff? He likes to think/dream that you would. He watches you go about your life as though there were no problems at all. You make your drink in the morning, you read and do house chores. You drive, walk, dance, shower, sing, eat, sleep. You do all of these things and perhaps so freely with him that he sometimes find himself forgetting he wasn't a human like you.
-Unbeknownst to you, your naivety was something to be cherished and preserved for as long as possible. The minute you find out the truth about the world around you is the moment everything would change. Maybe it was inevitable considering the coming events he had planned. Still, he'd work hard to ensure you remained in the dark as long as possible.
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i’m writing this message on a throwaway because i’m very shy! but i wanted to get this out because i think you should know. a few months ago, one of my friends was skimming through AO3 and came across one of your aeon fics. they were instantly enthralled. we spent weeks, and i truly mean weeks, talking about and going through your work. i mean it when i say it wasn’t like anything i’ve read before, especially not in the resident evil fandom. everything you incorporate into your writing makes it so incredibly beautiful. the poetry and the artwork. your beautiful, poetic, prose. how you work in all these metaphors and symbolism…
if writing were a sport, you’d be a gold medalist. you have the writing equivalent of the steadiest hands for sewing. it led me to reading just about everything you’ve written, resident evil and not, and i have to say, i am beyond glad that i did. i took a glance at your twitter, as well, and when i saw how much you love poetry and reading, it all made sense. but it honestly touched me as well in a way nothing has in a while- your passion for literature and for creation is so strong, and so visible, and so incredibly beautiful. and not only that, but your support for what others create only makes you all the more amazing.
your writing is genuinely something so special, in every form it comes. so i guess i really only have one thing to tell you, and i hope you know i mean it with every fiber of my soul- please don’t ever stop writing. and thank you so much for sharing the beautiful things you’ve conjured up with the world. <3
oh my dear god???!! i will tell you right now. i spent the last week trying to find the words for what i felt, after reading this. and i keep failing every time because this is one of the kindest things anyone has said about my work, about the connection that exists, that is always there between an author and reader, and so i just cried. i sat down and i cried because i was so grateful.
thank you for reaching out to me. thank you for thinking of me and for spending time with my words and for holding them close. i’ve thought of your message every day since i read it. i’ve thought about how i started very small as a writer, and still feel very small in some ways, but when i read messages like this, i’m reminded that i’m not doing it alone. like, how amazing that someone else in the world is seeing you, listening to you from across the void, across the little strings of code and everything else that separates us and still there they are, singing back to you and reaching out. and this is true for art that any of us brings into the world, isn’t it? what a joy that is, that we are here and still creating, still reaching for each other. i mean this with my whole heart. if your message was a shell picked from the sea, i would carry it with me everywhere. i will always hold it close.
thank you. 💜
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In your Adrian post you mention regression is more common amoungst the coven heads then they thought. Are there other coven heads who agere as well? Do you have some hc on them?
I do!!
Personally, I think that Raine, Hunter, and Lilith (they may be ex coven heads but they count in my heart) also regress! I think the other coven heads are just used to it at this point.
But anyway! Here's
Raine Whispers, Lilith Clawthorne, and Hunter Agere Headcanons!
Raine Whispers:
They regress to cope with stress, both brought on from being a coven head and worrying about things in general
Anxiety will do that to ya
Raine's regression space can range from 5-10, but it mostly ends up being lower on that range
When they were a teen, Eda was their caregiver
Now that they don't really have anyone, they try not to regress
Terra found out a while ago and things were not pretty. Raine hates her more than anything
They stay in their quarters and lock themselves away
In their quarters, they have a hidden toy chest and old stuffed animals that Eda won them
They are 10x more emotional when little and honestly a little bit of a cry baby
They've restricted themselves from using their scroll while little
Last time they did, Eda got a text from a very small Raine
"mmmmiss u moma"
They usually pretend that it didn't happen afterwards
Their quarters are sound proofed thanks to the last bard head
So when they're small, they have little dance parties and sing to their stuffies
It doesn't scare them! Those are their friends!
They love chewlery
Their favorite piece of chewlery is shaped like a butterfly and half chewed through
Strong jaw.
They stim a lot when alone
Mostly small jumps and flapping their hands
They refuse to drink any tea when small
They have thrown it when given
A tragedy, truly. That time out was brutal
Lilith Clawthorne:
Similar to Raine, she also regresses due to stress
She also feels like she's lost so many years of her life to the Emperor's guild and man. that really stung to think about
Her age range is a lot smaller, mostly around 2-3
Thankfully, Gwendolyn understands and encourages it, so she finally gets all of her mom's attention!
She's a very happy toddler, surprisingly
Very cuddly, as well
Her palisman will nest in her hair while she's regressed to keep her constant company
If she's left alone for too long, she cries. A lot.
She loves being carried
Which. is good because she has a strong mom
While she was living at the Owl House with Eda and Luz, she spent a lot of time with Hooty
"Hootsifier" turns into "Hoo"
Hooty is. Crying tears of joy
Lilith loves coloring. So so much
It's easy and stress free
While she was at the Owl House, her and Eda did it a lot
"This is just like when we were kids, Lily!"
"Mmhmhmhmhm!"
Ever since she's left the coven, she's just been a lot happier
Hunter:
He is so baby coded.
He deserves a childhood. And a good one
His age range is mostly 0-4
He's a very cranky kiddo if he's not constantly attended to
Thankfully. His caregiver (and dad) is Darius
Darius won't admit it, but he is sort of a helicopter parent
Hunter wants nothing more than to play with others
But he is much too tiny.
Thankfully! The Emerald Entrails are incredibly understanding
They work together for some killer babysitting
And Hunter gets to be with his favorite friends and play! It's a big win for him
Flapjack is never far behind. That bird is almost as bad as Darius
He can't choose a favorite activity
He wants to do everything, all of the time
Is it to make up for lost time? Or is it just him being an excitable baby?
Also really big on being carried and cuddled
He hides under Darius' cape when he's overwhelmed and small
"Little Prince.. What are you doing there?"
"Hide.. Dada help!"
My favorite au. Where Hunter just gets to be a kid and taken care of
He has a cardinal bottle and paci
He carries around his frog plush
Please hold his hand. He needs it
Darius has a leash for him. It's attached to a backpack so he doesn't wander too far
He can't help it! He's curious!
#sfw agere#fandom agere#toh agere#i call this one. i get side tracked because im thinking about raine#hunter deserves the world. so much#agere raine#agere lilith#(underated btw.)#agere hunter
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