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☄. *. ⋆ ┄ How The Gang™ Eats Pussy !
summary: the title is pretty self-explanatory, don't ya think? pairing: the gang™ / f!reader warnings: oral sex (r!receiving) 18+ mdni! a/n: uhh.. happy new year! what better way to start of 2023 than some good ol' fashioned smut? it's been a long time since i've posted any of my writing here so pls be gentle i'm literally so sensitive (but if you have any thoughts or requests feel free to send them here!)
steve !
he’s so so desperate to please
it stems from his reputation as king steve™ i think
like he wants to prove himself so bad even though you’re already head over heels for him
he’s constantly checking in on you
asking you if like it and if he’s doing alright
so when you say yes (because you will say yes) he redoubles his effort
he’s a total sucker for praise
it’s also totally on brand that he’s exponentially good at it
it almost makes you jealous because you’re like how many times have you done this????
but he makes you feel so good you don’t even care
it only takes a couple of times before he’s completely in tune with your body
he always starts off slow and teasing
wants to wind you up until you snap
he knows exactly where to touch you to wring your orgasm out of you
and it comes so gut-wrenchingly slow before hitting you all at once
he’s definitely the kind of guy who’ll talk you through it
“yep, there it is. c’mon, cum for me, you can do it. come on, show me how good you can be. uh-huh. thaaat’s my girl”
he makes you come so hard you cry
and he moans with his mouth on you
because he gets off getting you off
loves getting on his knees for you
and having one of your legs folded over his shoulder
so he can pull you closer by your ass
gets so into it that he won’t stop until you make him
like you have to physically pull him up by his hair
definitely a chronic hand holder™
he’ll have you on your back with his face sandwiched between your thighs
and when your legs start to shake he’ll reach for your hands
“here. hold my hands. let me make you feel good.”
but he won’t let go of you when you come
he’ll keep going as your first orgasm fades into a second, much stronger one
and you can’t stop it or push him away because he’s holding onto your hands
you just have to let it happen and it feels so good
that kind of pleasure you wanna chase and run away from all at once
and after he just smiles up at you with the lower half of his face glistening with you
“see? i knew you could do it.”
eddie !
absolutely loves a woman in charge
would definitely rather you sit on his face and ride his tongue
he’ll make you cum once that way before flipping you over and making you cum again with your legs wrapped around his neck
and he’s so fucking smug 
he’s just smirking the entire time
always wants you to say his name
especially when you cum
keeps eye contact the entire time
will look directly at you while he spits on your pussy
and grins when it makes your eyes roll back in your head
if he’s feeling particularly dominant he’ll stop whenever you look away
“c’mon, look at me, sweetheart. can’t keep going until i see those eyes… there we go.”
he’s a little overeager sometimes
sloppy and aggressive when he gets really into it
sometimes you have to be like “whoa, slow down, tiger. we’ve got all night”
and he just smirks at you like “yeah, we do”
then you’re eating your words because best believe he will go all night
he’s also got a massive praise kink
and loves when you tell him how good you feel
bc he’s not all that experienced
and he likes to know he’s not the Worst at eating pussy
especially if you have more experience bc he wants to be the best for you
and he Will absolutely brag about it to anyone that will hear when you tell him no one’s ever made you cum so hard before 
he’s also super duper vocal
he loves the way you taste and will 100% tell you
pussy spreader supreme™
just loves to take a minute to look at you before ravishing you
and you hate it because you feel so vulnerable
but he’s so obsessed with you “god, you have the prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen”
and he's not even saying it to make you feel good necessarily
he's basically just talking to himself
will smile and laugh like a cheeky little shit when he makes you cum
can be a little bit patronizing but in the eddie munson kinda way
“i thought you said you couldn’t cum again? what happened to that, huh?”
you’ll also have to pull him off of you or else he’ll keep going
he could absolutely eat your pussy for hours if you let him
robin !
definitely has zero experience eating pussy
like maybe she’s tried to learn by watching porn 
but definitely has no idea what she’s doing
she’s a little shy at first and is constantly look to you for reassurance
wants you to tell her what to do
“go down a little bit… a little to the left— yeah, shit, right there”
and once she finds that sweet spot she’ll work at it until you come
she’s super duper gentle at first
but once she gains confidence, good luck
will give you 1000000% when her mouth is on you
like even when her neck starts to hurt from the angle, she will not stop until you cum
she’ll talk a lot and compliment you the entire time
and will say anything that comes to mind no matter how dirty it is
“god, you’re so wet” “you taste so good, i didn’t know a person could taste this good” “you’re pussy is perfect. i honestly didn’t think you could get any prettier”
she doesn’t even know what she’s saying half the time
but it literally drives you crazy
also the sound of her voice is sexy enough to make you cum
and you’re constantly begging her to talk dirty to you
“please, talk to me” you’ll whine
and after the first few times she’ll know what you mean but still play coy
“i am talking to you” she’ll say with an wide eyes all innocent
but yeah she’s more than happy to do it because 1. she can’t shut up to save her life and 2. she knows how quickly it’ll drive you to your breaking point
wants you to pull at her hair and steer her wherever you want her to go and bury her face between your legs
is not against you sitting on her face
even though the idea scares you a little 
like you don’t want to hurt her or break her neck or something
she’s just like “if i die eating your pussy, i will die the happiest woman alive”
and you believe her
nancy !
so in my head she’s, like, freshly out
and hasn’t eaten a girl out before
though she has dreamed about it many, many times
but when she goes down on you, it’s like she’s a professional
bc she’s a perfectionist and can’t ever half-ass anything
she’s 100% tactical and sees it as her goal to make you come
so she’ll throw herself wholly into doing just that
will call your pussy her pussy because yeah
i see her as being a little bit rough too
so there are constantly bruises and crescent-shaped marks left on your thighs and hips from her nails
which she keeps trimmed just so she can finger you <3
there’s biting too because she loves the feeling of your skin between her teeth
won’t do it enough to hurt you per se, just enough to leave a mark
she uses just enough teeth to drive you crazy
sucks your clit into her mouth at the same time she drives her fingers into your g-spot
she’ll also spank directly on your clit to drive you towards another (second, third, fourth?) orgasm
she can get nasty with it if she wants
and will eat you out as a way to get what she wants
if you’re upset at her, she Will go down on you 
partly as an apology but also because she knows you won’t be mad at her after
bc it’s impossible to be after she’s made you cum so hard you can’t feel your legs
i see her more into praising you than you praising her
she’ll compliment you the whole way through
but it’s also a little bit condescending
“oh look at you, always so pretty and wet for me, aren’t you? this is all it takes? just me touching you? seriously?”
and i see her loving to have her hair tugged at
but like also
she doesn’t like to be told what to do
so if you’re pulling her closer to you or trying to pull her away, she’ll definitely punish you
“what did i tell you about touching me, huh? that’s not what good girls do, right? now, i’m gonna make you come and i’m not gonna stop until i see tears. touch me again and you won’t come again for another week, got it?”
maybe i’m just projecting but i can see her definitely having a mommy kink
and still has an air of dominance about her even when she’s making you feel good
she’ll sense you getting close and will command that you cum for her
her voice is so soft and gentle but she isn’t asking you to cum she demanding that you do
and definitely gets off on working your body to its breaking point
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rukunas · 6 months
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college!au drabble which is totally not a self-imagine. tw scummy/toxic eren
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The library shouldn’t be this busy on a Saturday— you’d know. You’re always here around this time every week, trapped in the enclave of shelves and whiteboards and books, a huge stack of them propped next to your laptop. Indigo ink stains more than just your notebook, your palm a mosaic of blue hues. The scent is comforting, though, a stagnant presence as you flick through your anatomy textbook. Your brows narrow at the haphazardly-scribbled diagram of the hormone pathways— where the fuck is testosterone produced?
“Bro, she was all fuckin’ over you last night. Basically had you pinned up against the wall.” Laughs bark down the table you’re seated at. Despite the thick headphones you have on, you hear the voices loud and clear.
Testosterone is produced there. The collective fumes of luxury cologne scream Daddy’s Money™ and disrupt your bubble of productivity. Your forehead pinches again, this time in annoyance, knowing just what group of boys decided to have their own ‘study sesh’ on a Saturday afternoon, definitely hungover and waiting it out before heading to the game.
“D’ya think she still would have been all over me if she knew I had her best friend bent over the night before?” Another roar of laughter, this time accompanied with table banging and echoes of “No way, dude!”
It’s so incredibly clichéd, you can’t help but roll your eyes. There is no way men actually speak like that, as if these head-empty imbeciles could get a chance with a girl if they tried.
“No way, dude!” You huff lowly under your breath, amused by your precision at the tone. It was honestly pretty good, you have to pat yourself on the back for that one—
“What was that?”
A glance upwards forces you to meet a pair of forest green eyes, sharp and narrowed. The smirk settling right below makes you unsettled. Annoyed.
You play it cool anyway, tugging off your headphones and shrugging. “Didn’t say anything.”
“Didn’t seem like it.” He raises a brow. His friends snicker behind him, staring you down, waiting to see how the leader of the pack was going to tear you down, limb by limb.
You aren’t the biggest fan of Eren Yeager.
He’s actually, surprisingly, a fan favorite on campus. Somehow he’s always busy handshaking a guy or has a group of girls squealing and running up to him, bragging about how they’re his best friend— ugh. And he gets the grades to make the Dean’s List, becoming all chummy with the professors and even landing some hotshot internship. But you’re the only one who sees through his shit, catches him at times like this where he isn’t God’s gift to Earth and instead is a typical college frat boy— no, scratch that, definitely worse.
You take the high road and shrug once more, pulling your headphones back over your head. Silently, you pack your things, trying your best to ignore the heavy gaze on your silhouette of at least a pair of eyes watching you leave.
“You have got to fuck her.” Jean sighs. “Or I might. Isn’t she why we’re here anyway?”
Eren isn’t sure if his skin is heating up because of the call out or because of his possessiveness over you, despite the fact that he’s nothing to you. The way you look at him proves it, like he’s a wad of bubblegum sticking to the bottom of your shoe, like he’s the one that’s a nobody.
He knows your friends. Hangs out with them, fucks them occasionally. But not because he likes them— he just likes to keep tabs on you. Why? He doesn’t fucking know why. God, he wish he knew why. He does stupid shit like this, coming to the library on a fucking Saturday like a goddamn dork just because he knows you like how quiet it gets on the weekends. He is so infatuated with someone who won’t even look his way, someone who keeps a nose buried in school work and doesn’t even bat a lash at his looks, his jokes, anything?!?
And fine, maybe he’s also feeling a bit warm because of you.
World’s Biggest Blue Baller, yep, it’s you.
Nah. He’ll get you one of these days. Despite whatever game the two of you are playing, he will win. He knows it, feeling the certainty thrum in his blood. It’s why he’s the leader of his friends, the pack of the herd, the man of the men. Because when Eren Yeager has his mind set to what he wants, he’ll get it.
Besides, those quiet smart girls are always the most fun to break.
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cybertron-after-dark · 8 months
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How would tfp bots and cons react if their human s/o lost their glasses or contact lenses and can't see very well and almost walked into an unsafe area and got hurt?
Ayyyy first ask! That was actually pretty fast. I'm just gonna go with the main bots and cons for now, but if you see someone who isn't there that you'd really like in the same scenario, feel free to ask for them in a part two! That goes for any future (or past) headcanon lists too!
-Optimus would try to keep himself composed, panicking will only make the situation way, way worse, and he trusts that you're capable of fending for yourself. But when you almost get yourself killed, he asks that maybe you should just ride in his cab or let him carry you to get where you need to go, or at least let one of the humans guide you. At least until you can get your glasses replaced. He won't force you, but it breaks his heart seeing you in such a vulnerable position.
-Bumblebee starts off laughing when you bump into things, and of course it's all in good fun at first, but pretty soon you damn near land yourself in the hospital and he's not laughing anymore. He transforms and keeps you in his cab with his doors locked for like an hour after the incident, and only lets you go when you swear up and down it's not gonna happen again. He keeps a pretty close eye on you after that.
-Arcee doesn't really grasp that this is an actual problem for you until you narrowly avoid actual, serious injury. Once the gravity of having lost one of your senses nearly entirely sets in, she's on high alert, constantly swooping in to stop anything that could spell disaster before it happens. She's treating this like a mission, because as long as your wellbeing is at risk, it is. She eventually thinks to get you a stick to feel around with before walking so you don't, like, fall off the catwalk in case she isn't watching (she doesn't really know that white canes exist, she's kind of improvising here)
-Bulkhead at suggests maybe you should just sit back for awhile and watch a movie until he realizes oh yeah, scrap, you can't really watch much of anything right now. Dammit. Still, after the incident where you nearly ended up half dead or worse, he nearly feels his spark go out he's so panicked. The big guy keeps a hold on you, blubbering inelegantly about how much he needs you to stay with him, to stay safe, how he doesn't know how he'd live with himself if you got hurt on his watch.
-Ratchet thinks the best solution would be to put you in stasis until your external optic aids can be sufficiently replaced, but upon being informed that's not really an option for humans, and even if it was you wouldn't really want to be knocked out for that long, he's kind of put in helicopter mode, because what the hell do you mean you're stumbling around without your vision? When you nearly get hurt he kinda just decides "yep. That's it. You're staying in the ambulance." And refuses to let you out unless it's totally necessary. If you tell him to step off, or that you REALLY need some time away from him, he'll let you out, but insist another bot keep watch so you don't die.
-Megatron is honestly just frustrated that you're out of commission. He has enough problems and now he can't even count on his own partner? Disappointing. He doesn't really care if you nearly get yourself killed, if you die from something so painfully stupid, you weren't fit to live. Harsh.
-Starscream is laughing his ass off. Unlike Bumblebee, he makes it pretty clear he's laughing at you, not with you, because, tragically, Screamer is an asshole. Nearly hurting yourself does stop his laughing, but only because now he's bragging left and right about how he so heroically saved you from the jaws of death while you were oh so weak and vulnerable, and how he totally deserves a reward for such an act of selflessness ;)
-Soundwave doesn't think much of it, just tries to keep an optic on you more than usual. He figures your sight's off, but it can't be THAT bad. Then you nearly stumble straight into death and well, would you look at that, it IS that bad. From then on he offers to let you ride on Laserbeak, or, if that's not viable, he lets you hold onto one of his data cables and acts as a 25 foot guide dog. Either way, he's pretty much constantly letting off white noise so you can always tell where he is.
-Shockwave lets you just kick back in his lab for a bit. He has vision problems too, given he only has one optic, so he can sympathize (as much as shocker is capable of sympathizing, anyway). Though clearly your sight is significantly worse. If you nearly get hurt, he'll drop what he's working on for a moment to make you a new set of glasses right there in the lab. Chances are, they'll work better than your usual pair, but they'll also be way bigger and clunkier.
-Knockout just feels bad for you. Losing your vision is no joke, even when you're a bot with other, more advanced senses to navigate the world, let alone a human without such advantages. When you nearly hurt yourself, he does some research on how humans cope with a lack of eyesight and learns about white canes that let you know what you're walking into before you walk into it, so he quickly procures one for you until you can get new glasses. Though he does take the liberty of decorating it for you before he surprises you with it.
-Poor Breakdown already has such a hard time keeping track of you. You're so tiny and he's so big and his chest gives him a serious blindspot that he just can't find you in, so now that he NEEDS to keep track of you or you might get hurt, he's in full panic mode and time you aren't in his field of view. Most of the time he has you just ride on his shoulder or in the back of his altmode. He can't stand the thought of you getting yourself killed if he could prevent it.
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can you do Guardian! Staff members and Mc who loves to crochet or knitting? Please
Awwww i love this!
Guardian! School staff + MC who loves crochet/Knitting
Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Ashton + Sam bc i said so!
Gn pronouns were used.
TW : none
Context : Everyone knew you as the magicless human, the school unpaid therapist, the teacher's/principal's kid! But little did they know that you were hiding a secret weapon! your ability to melt everyone's heart only by using some wool and needles!
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Dire Crowley
When you first mentioned him that you liked crochet, he honestly forgot for a good couple of months,
yeah, he didn't care at all.
But then one day, for, let's say Christmas, you gave him a gift that would almost make him cry.
it was,,,,, a pocket sized crocheted Crowley,,,
and boy did he like it
He always has mini Crowley around.
On his desk, hanging on the keychain, sleeping besides him on a mini bed like- wait a sec-
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there you go.
he also uses a silk tissue for him as a blanket 😭 like.
He's definitely asked you for scarfs and sweaters (specially really ugly ones unironically)
bonus points if you actually comply because the following requests will be those same things but mini sized...
he just! adores the idea of having stuff like that, that you especially made for him!! it's like always carrying a piece of you around.
He also BRAGS to the staff how he's so worthy of your gifts and how talented you are.
this was so goofy but i can totally picture Crowley sleeping, wearing matching socks with the mini Crowley beside him.
Also i think he would try to make a mini y/n for the next Christmas... yep, an attempt was made, but after showing it to you he's most likely to "borrow" it back so they don't get separated.
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Divus Crewel
The first thing that came to his mind were super ugly sweaters, i mean, really ugly ones.
But the stuff you do is actually pretty cute, and some of it is even wearable !
Once you gifted him a knitted scarf.
Since then every winter he will wear it until the snow melts. EVERY. SINGLE. WINTER. i imagine in the future the scarf will look like those "before and after" plushies, you know, the ones that look fucked up after 20 years of daily hugs.
he isn't like Crowley going everywhere showing the staff whatever you made him.
But if someone points out the cute scarf he's wearing he will proudly tell them that you made it. Yes. For him only.
If you're into knitting tops or dresses he will gladly offer his constructive criticism <3
very proud dad is happy to hear you're into some grandma ass hobby rather than going on hikes with Jade or "birdwatching" with Rook.
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Mozus Trein
Absolutely adores your hobby. Your fan n.1
You often make silly sweaters for his cat. And you know what? he LOVES IT.
Will send you a hundred photos oh his poor cat all dressed up every time you make something new for him.
Sometimes you make matching outfits for Grim and his cat and he's very amused by it.
Grim tho? not so much
But canned tuna will always do the trick.
Will wear anything you knit for him. anything. if it's really ugly he'll just wear it under whatever he usually wears.
You found out by kitting him a Garfield sweater just to see if he would actually wear it this time. At first glance it didn't seem like it but if you carefully focused on his sleeves... you could actually see a trace of orange!
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Ashton Vargas
At first he didn't care much
like, cool, that's always better than drugs
but listen okay. Father's day, Christmas, Whatever but, a gift.
A "world's best dad" kinda gift.
But! not on a mug pfff that would be so BASIC
no.
You gift him a tiny crochet trophy with "world's best dad written on it."
when you tell him you made it, he almost breaks your ribs by hugging you with all his strength 💀
IT'S SO TINY AND CUTE OMG
He will either a) put in on his keychain or b) put in on the shelf with the rest of his trophies and medals 😭
apart from it i just don't imagine this man using scarfs or gloves in the winter like, he's definitely just wearing a thin jacket and the usual stuff he wears in summer.
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Sam
Not a guardian but
He knows, since you usually buy the materials at his place.
he jokes that he could use a doll or two, yk, for "science"
but then one day you appear with a tiny crochet Sam, a little voodoo themed just to follow the joke.
But he's dead serious.
"Since when do you have it?"
"huh? i finished it yesterday...?"
"You shouldn't be doing things like this, little trickster."
You may hate how it sounds when Rook says it but hearing it from Sam right now in such a threatening tone. chills.
"Sure you didn't even poke it a little? you didn't play with it right?"
You shake your head , nervous as hell 😭
And with that he laughs and tells you that he's just joking, he knows you can't even use magic to begin with.
But from now on he also keeps mini Sam around, yk, to keep him company in the store.
also i can see him requesting you this :
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fo4-hellhole · 2 years
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Fallout 4 romanced companions with a S/O(The sole survivor) who was a pre war singer? Like they were featured in pretty popular songs on diamond city radio they even had billboards and posters along with magazines with them strewn in boston they even promoted fashion items and more popular brands they were basically a big shot or should I say they were the face of Massachusetts known as "Mrs./Mr./Mx Massachusetts" back before the bombs dropped.
Even too this day in post war boston they're recognized by the pre-war ghouls even some citizens who are a big time fan of their music and the occasional obsessive collector.
Basically romanced companions dating a pretty famous singer from pre-war america also can it be GN?
I dieded but now im back
Danse:
He’s never really paid any attention to the billboards he’s come across while traveling with the Brotherhood. So he might feel like he’s seen your face somewhere before, but doesn’t realize who you are or where he’s seen you.
He doesn’t actually learn about your history as a pre-war star until he and you meet a pre-war ghoul who recognized your face. Probably just says “Mr./Ms./Mx. Massachusetts, huh? Interesting.” lmao
Lowkey wonders what it’s like to be a celebrity. He might ask you one day.
Deacon:
He probably jokes about it at some point before he realizes you were alive before the war. Says you look like the celebrity on the billboards and jokes that you’re them, without realizing that you’re literally them. If you tell him or if another person points it out someday, he’s genuinely surprised.
Had definitely made some “Hey, you see that that person on the billboards? The one that looks like you? Yeeeeeaah, them and I were in some movies together before the war. We were basically the biggest celebrities around,” kinda comments in the past.
Hancock:
Probably notices the similarity, but doesn’t think you’re actually Mr./Ms./Mx. Massachusetts. Probably jokes, “Y’know, you look just like the person in those old billboards. The pretty one in the Nuka-Cola ads.” But when you explain that, yeah, that’s you, he goes, “Huh, you’re being serious? I’m not tripping right now?”
Totally brags about you sometimes. And if a pre-war ghoul recognizes you, he’s super smug about it, like internally all “Yep, that’s my partner.”
Mac:
Notices the similarity, but doesn’t point it out at first. When you share that you were around before the war, he’s all, “Hey, you’re not… the person on the old prewar billboards, are you?”
Literally thinks it’s the coolest thing ever.
Probably starts asking you questions about prewar life, and what it was like being famous. Sometimes he asks you really stupid questions like “What was it like before electricity was invented?” lmao. It’s kinda like Preston’s Bunker Hill comment
Valentine:
Notices immediately, but doesn’t say anything, cause he assumes you just look like the person on the billboards, or maybe he’s just remembering wrong. Though, once you start traveling with him and you both run across a billboard, he’s mentally like “Ok this is weird, you definitely look EXACTLY like them.”
When you mention that you were born pre-war, that’s when he points out when he noticed the similarity. He’s genuinely surprised when you explain that it’s you, and he probably mentions a memory of OG Nick hearing about you on the news.
Garvey:
He doesn’t actually notice at first, but when you guys eventually pass by one of the billboards, he’ll point out how much you look like them. When you tell him that it’s you, he’s genuinely pretty shocked. But he’s kinda like Mac, he thinks it’s super cool and will probably bombard you with dumb questions about prewar life.
He probably asks you the most about what it’s like being a celebrity. He asks you about how you ended up being Mr./Ms./Mx. Massachusetts, how did you end up on the billboard, were you ever on television, stuff like that.
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bluexiao · 2 years
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requesting for single dad hcs?? maybe with diluc, zhongli or childe??
fluff, crack
—i assume that the reader is like their significant other right nonnie? so yep this is not child!reader okay
—also, side note that their child is gonna be a daughter, it’s not mentioned if she’s biological or not.
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CHILDE
Spoils his kid so much that the kid is probably pretty haughty and confident sometimes, much like her father. Also, where did those punches and kicks come from? Did she learn it from her father too? Either way, she is pretty tough and strong for a kid.
He is quite annoying, honestly, but adorable at the same time.
He’d proudly boast about his daughter very much to the point that his subordinates would be so used and numb to all of it.
“As expected, sir Harbinger,” “She is truly your daughter, my lord,” will be their automatic responses, echoing each other with praises for the child. In all honesty though, most of them are rather merely showing their loyalty and fear to the Harbinger. Nonetheless, it would not be a lie to say that his daughter really is almost, if not as, skilled as her father.
It would actually not be a surprise if she would act spoiled and confident, as she is respected all the same. And as much as CHILDE would hate to expose her to the Fatui, it is not possible as she refuses to be left at CHILDE’s own home back at Snezhnaya and would like to travel with her father a couple of times.
Although he does try to hide her a couple of times too, and only a few Fatui Harbingers actually know he has a daughter. It would be dangerous, after all. So probably only a few of his trusted subordinates would know as he has to have someone protect his daughter when he is not there. He probably even assigned someone—one of his Fatui subordinates—to babysit her especially in the first few years.
His daughter is also the only one he lets defeat him. He’d give up easily if it meant he could see his daughter smile in victory. And besides, it’s not like it’s his loss, he wins the moment she smiles, even if she does try to brag to everybody that she just won against him.
You? Well when you come in the picture, the two; father and daughter would probably compete against each other for your attention, I swear. Caught you kissing CHILDE on the cheeks? Ah! You should give her too! On both her cheeks! Saying “I love you” to her father? Tell her you love her more!
Now, he finds it difficult to compete with his daughter for you, but at least you two were getting along, and that’s all that matters. (Admittedly though, it hurts his pride whenever he sees his daughter win when it comes to you, but well he loves both of you)
DILUC
Is very vERY protective of his daughter. Would probably never let her join him at his work nor at his batman duties and insist she stays at home.
As she is the only child, the kid often gets lonely… but at least there are maids and her father’s subordinates around the mansion, and the place is quite big so she gets to play a lot!
Although it would not be a surprise if she suddenly becomes quite rebellious sometimes. She would sneak out once or twice a month to capture more crystalflies or just look around the area to explore. Spoiler: she never gets caught. Plus, the butler is totally on her side.
DILUC is also on the quieter side, so the child may have gotten that kind of personality as well, which meant that she probably did not mind her father being too quiet… but she still feels neglected whenever she tries to bond or talk with her father and he does not respond back with the same energy as her or the others who will do that for her.
As she is quite isolated inside the mansion and probably does not have any other kids besides her, she probably does not know what it means to have another parent as DILUC was the only one she has. The moment she does learn about this, however, she will be questioning her father about this and the man would have a hard time trying to explain to her that it will just be them this time.
Maybe because of this she became quite curious of the outside world even more. And maybe if you passed by the Dawn Winery just because it was a part of your path home and accidentally met his daughter all alone while she was in one of her rendezvous, she immediately took interest in you. It would no be long until she takes your time with all her questions about the outside world and soon inviting you to have dinner with her back at her house.
And let’s just say that it was how DILUC met you—and of course, how his daughter was reprianded because of this.
ZHONGLI
Is quite the doting father. Actually, not too lenient, not too strict, but is quite protective—not too much as well. He also does know how to communicate well, thus it became something that the child also had gotten used to.
His daughter is well spoken. Very, actually, that you yourself will be surprised and in awe that a child would be more well spoken than any children you know.
She is very respectful too, probably the type to intimidate someone with her words even if all she said were facts and lessons that her father used to tell her.
In the early years, he thought he would need a babysitter for her, but as he took notice, his daughter was very independent and behaved. To the point that he thought he could leave her for the meantime while he is working.
As a single father, he does have repercussions and hardships, as this is something he did not particularly have experience with. He is someone who relied on his experiences, as he had many, and observations.
He would probably read a lot of books about parenting, especially in the early years, but I swear he would still have those books as his daughter grows—teens are quite hard to raise, after all. They are prone to rebellious phases and acts, to which he could somehow see in his daughter, but he does know a lot about his daughter, and he’d know how to react with those phases, if she ever has one.
When it comes to you, it pleases him to know that his daughter was working it out with you as soon as she learns he wanted to date you. Actually, his daughter might even teach him how to court you because “Father is very dense sometimes,” “You should pay attention to how you treat them compared to others. They would not be feeling they are special if you treat them the same as you treat others, father.”
Sometimes, ZHONGLI does wonder how old his daughter’s soul is.
But anyway, she was making good points and in the end, it was thanks to his daughter that he got to know a few things he never thought about.
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𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑-𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘
*✧・゚: *✧・゚:
summary: while expecting, peter can’t help but brag to every single person he sees that you’re carrying his own little ‘spider-baby’.
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andrew!peter parker x fem!reader
peter parker x fem!reader
warnings: fluff, talk of pregnancy, pregnancy, hints of sex, just really cute
i thought of this and immediately knew this would be something andrew’s peter would do, so here we are <3
word count: 1K
don’t steal any of my work, thanks!
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𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 smoothing across the prominent bump of your belly, circling around waiting for his daughter to kick. You were sat on his lap, chest against your back and his head between your neck and shoulder; his soft, growing out hair tickled your jaw and your head relaxed back on his shoulder. Your hands were gripped loosely around his wrists, following his movement as they roamed aimlessly around the home your child currently lived.
“I can just tell she’s gunna be a daddy’s girl, you know?” He whispered into your ear, lips brushing against the shell and tingling your entire body. His lips kissed your jaw, feeling a smirk on his lips as his daughter reacted to his words and movement: kicking your belly and signalling that she was already trouble before she was even here.
You held back a smile, failing miserably. “Really? You don’t think she’ll prefer the person whose had her in my stomach for the past 6 months?” You raised your brows, curious on who will be the favoured parent (hint: it was you).
“No way,” He groaned into the skin between your neck and shoulder. “As soon as she finds out her dad is the friendly neighbourhood spiderman, I’ll be the favourite.”
You looked up at his curiously, eyebrow quirked upwards and a smirk painted on your face. “Yeah, totally.” You teased, watching his shake his head and giggling to himself; content with the family he was about to begin his life with, the perfect woman and the most beautiful baby on its way. He couldn’t think of anything better.
He listened to the noise of your heartbeat, the thumps loud with his spider sense. “You can’t tell everyone about this, you know?” He heard your voice. “What?” He questioned.
“The baby, I know it’s been 6 months but I’d rather not walk to work and see ‘Spider-Baby On The Way!’ printed on every magazine.” He smiled at you. “Poor kid isn’t even here yet, I’d rather her first appearance not to be in the tabloids.”
Peter stroked the stray hairs off your forehead, his heart bursting at your dedication to keep this a little family, already feeling pressure for carrying the Spider-Man’s baby girl.
“I promise, love. I won’t say a word.”
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“She’s 7 months along today!” Peter smiled down to the citizens of New York, their smiles up to the man dressed in the spider suit.
The girls squealed, in awe and cheeks a splash red. The men grinned, eyes glistening with happiness and a subtle wink of pride. “That’s adorable, man. See ya Spidey!” Two of the guys waved.
Peter jumped down from the street sign, waving his hands infront of the people and webbing a couple citizens passing by into the little group he had created to engage in the conversation. “Woah, woah, woah! Did you know that my wife thinks that our kid will have my spider powers?” He beamed from behind the mask.
The crowd gasped and awed, heads tilting and eyes doe. Peter nodded his head amongst the reactions, “Yep, yep. I’ll teach her the ropes, but my wife will definitely kick my ass because of it.”
Many people clapped as Peter playfully did a bow towards the crowd and bit his lip to contain his smile. He shrugged off the compliments and congratulations from his fans, loving the thought of everyone being so supporting of his new and upcoming family of three.
“Hope it’s all well, Spidey!” Peter felt like he was going to cry. “Tell your wife congrats!” He’s on the verge of tears. “Take the time of Spider-Man, look after your family!” Sobbing profusely behind the mask.
What a family you would be. The three of you, you. You’re at home, carrying his child with the spaghetti boiling in the pan, knowing damn well you are running your hands over the bump of your belly, pretending it’s his hands. You’re the perfect mother, soon-to-be mother actually. And him, the superhero with a child, the most beautiful child to ever exist and to have the most fulfilled life you can guarantee. You. Shit! You!
He was meant to be home an hour ago! Thanks a lot Spider-Man fans! I blame you completely for making me talk about my favourite thing to only forget about my favourite thing! Damn.
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𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐒 cold the moment he fell through the window, sprinting to the shared bedroom so rip off his suit and walk in the front door to where you would assume he simply got caught up and didn’t hear what he was saying.
He kicked the door to the bedroom and pulled his mask off his face, yanking down his suit to his torso and trying to pull off his shoes, extremely ungraciously.
The light switching on in the room made his jump and land on the ceiling, head falling down to search for danger until it faced a phone screen.
Spider-Man brags about soon-to-be Spider-Baby with his longtime girlfriend, turned wife.
“You won’t tell anyone, huh?” He heard your voice from behind the glowing screen, holding it up for a while so he could read it upside down. Peter groaned and dropped onto the floor.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t think before I spoke. Someone asked me about my future and I immediately thought of you and our child and before I knew it I was— wait a minute, are you laughing?”
He furrowed his brows when he heard your giggles and lip tugged between your teeth with a grin etched across you face. “Peter, I don’t care.” He relaxed his shoulders and fell into a hug with you, one of his hands resting against your belly.
You tilted your head up to bump foreheads with his, noses rubbing against each other as his was cold at the tip, your warm aura heating him up. He leaned to kiss your lips continually, whispering sweet nothings as he apologised still.
“There’s still no way I’m letting you teach our child the Spider-Man duties. Especially not the ropes.”
Peter laughed at you, knowing very much well that he would do it anyway. This was he chance to have a Spider-Baby, who would give up that chance?
this is awful but like anyways
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between the lines | prologue
rúben dias x original female character [+18]
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synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.
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Prologue
“You were at Wembley yesterday?”
“Yep. And I’ll be covering the final as well. Manchester derby!” Victor raises his pint glass in my direction as I sit down. Victor, Sebastian – our other friend at the pub table – and I were ESPN spanish correspondents, covering the Premier League. This has been my first season in England; After leaving Spain a few years ago, right after college, I worked practically everywhere that matters: Italy, France, Germany. Coming to England was bound to happen eventually.
“Well, I’m kinda covering a final too. I’ll be at the Etihad on Wednesday.” I brag to my fellow coworkers. Manchester City will be playing Arsenal in what is the most anticipated game in the Prem this season, it’s a head-to-head, title decider kind of match. And I’m lucky enough to be working in it.
“Damn, I wish I got that game.” Victor whistles.
The beautiful coincidence of it all is that my older brother, Carlos, has been living in Manchester with his wife Sienna for the past 3 years, and last year they welcomed into the world my first niece, Lucía. I don’t have a big family, in fact, it’s just Carlos and I now. So, when I heard that I was going to be an aunt, the move to England felt more like a blessing and less like my bosses back in Spain cutting costs on reporters.
“Honestly I can’t wait to use the term ‘bottled’.” Sebastian says grinning and I immediately answer, throwing a french fry at his overall direction.
“You’re a Tottenham supporter, Seb, shut the fuck up.”
“Alright, no need to get personal, let’s all calm down.”
After spending monday night at the pub, as usual, I go back to my – mind you – charmingly decorated studio apartment. That’s my favorite part about constantly moving, getting a new place in a new country turns my life into a blank canva. I can be a totally new person every time. This time I went with a ‘earth tones’ palette for the decor. I’m an earth tone apartment type of woman now. It 's exciting. 
As I lay in bed, I found myself unable to sleep. The problem is that the cause of my insomnia has an Instagram profile. In all of my years working with football I have never been so attracted to a player like this. It 's revolting. It 's humiliating. I’ve lost count of how many times I had to interview him this season, and every single time I was blushing like a complete idiot. And it keeps getting worse. Rúben Dias has made me lose sleep for weeks in a row now. So I open the Insta app once again and stare at his ridiculous topless pictures for way too long trying to calm myself down. I tap my own belly, now filled with beer and french fries, and laugh at myself. It’s never ever going to happen, I really need to get over myself.
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the fact that her retainers didn't come to meet her - the audacity! - means she has to seek them out herself in a flounce of rose perfume and fluttering petticoats.
it's evening when she sets out, bells chiming as students mill between classes. she won't get distracted, even with all the new sights and sounds! ..well, maybe a bit. there are flowers she has never seen growing her, and the weather is so much nicer, but - no! she's on a mission!
( she does pluck a flower, though, discreetly. other students are doing it - so surely it's fine if she does, right? besides, she's a princess! )
there are so many faces. so many students, and most of them older than she. she puffs out her chest and pushes through the crowd with the determination only a teenage girl can carry, and finally - finally! - she spots a familiar bow and blue-pink hair.
"you kept me waiting long enough!" she calls out to her retainer, pushing her way uncaringly through the crowd to stand in front of him, hands on her hips. "how rude!"
and yet - despite her harsh words, she's smiling. a rare hortensia smile, the sort worth capturing on a canvas - a real smile, not that saccharine royal smile. the slope of her lips is gentle, her eyes bright.
she throws herself at rosado, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"how have you been?" is asked quieter, more vulnerable. closer to his ear. a weakness for few and far in between - a weakness for not just her retainer, but her friend.
he'll swear it up, sideways, and upside-down on the jana and the divine one and everything in between — that he was looking for her first! bonus points of being well-liked and having a bunch of people to talk to was that he was never ever late to the latest and greatest scoops, and even in a place as full to bursting with royalty as this academy, word of a princess still makes it down the grapevine to his eager ear.
did you see her dress? yep, that's elusia for you!
i swear the newbies that keep showing up here are each crazier-looking than the last. that's her highness princess hortensia you're talking about! and my best friend, to boot.
rosado, of course, didn't usually like to brag ( it wasn't very cute ) but today, today, he couldn't help it.
hortensia— hortensia— was on the way!
he totally didn't sleep last night. ( but when's that ever bothered him? )
so he'll swear it on his best brushes, his favorite platform heels, and all his sweet snacks for the rest of the week. that when hortensia finds him, it's because he's lost track of where to look at the town gates around so many people, and because she's always been a little smaller than most; there's no way a princess should be showing up to the academy unreceived, right? not by her retainers, and definitely not by her friends.
he'll remember that look on her face forever, anyway. like the kind of candy you had once as a kid that changed your life maybe, and you could never find it again anywhere else. and then one day it just shows up, completely out of the blue. he doesn't get to see it all that much, anymore.
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"you're here . . . ! you're actually, really here! i almost can't believe it," he gasps, utters, and breathes into her shoulder, squeezing and rocking from foot to foot like he doesn't want to let go, grinning so hard his face hurts. she smells like the sea freshly crossed and the sky so blue and a little of the snow and ice of elusia, a little like powder and taffeta and bubblegum. and just when he's about to pull back to look at her to really make sure he isn't dreaming, she whispers again, this time like a secret just for his ears. how has he been?
he's been great; he's been happy. he's been totally occupied, and over his head in homework without her to help, and busy with training, and wrapping his head around everything there is to do here, and—
and there's really only one thing that's totally, one-hundred-percent the first and truest thing he wants to say. "ohh, i've just missed you."
arms cinch tighter; just a few more seconds. because she sounds a little like he remembers from not-as-happy times and back then there wasn't anything he could do about it, but this time he can give her a hug, at least? "but now everything's right in the world." now he does pull back, hands on both her shoulders, beaming with all daylight starshine; she's going to believe it! he'll make her believe it. things'll be so perfect that she'll have no other choice! "you, and me, and goldmary. we're going to be unstoppable, just like old times."
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Hi! I drew Júnhua in that outfit you've sent me, and a Shaolin robe pic, and I've also drew out some scenes from your fics of her
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I headcanon that Júnhua really likes dried sesame balls, if you don't mind that. Also Júnhua was not a cute child back then, sticks for limbs and puffy cheeks. I hope you enjoy these, guess which scenes they are based on!
Also side note: I've read a caption that says "bragged how they were called 'gifted kids' back in elementary school but now can't deal with emails as adults" and I can't but think this could apply to LMK Sun Wukong. What do you think?
OMG I LOVE 🥹🥹🥹🥹
HER FIRST MEETING WITH MK AND THEN THE SCENE WHERE HE ASKS ABOUT HER JOB AND THEN THE FLASHABCL SCENE 🤧
i am very normal about your drawings ✌️mhm, yep (lying)
tbh i have not put much thought on Júhua’s favorite foods and stuff, so that’s totally fine! mostly, her character notes are stuff from her past and her involvement in the storyline lol the rest i just come up with on the spot (ex: karaoke night was a spur of the moment idea lmao)
and that line about gifted kids? aha, ahahahaaaa yeah :) silly monkey can’t even answer emails from his fucking lawyer :) yeah that fits him
although, for Wukong, he was kicked out of the gifted program (for sharing immortal secrets) then placed in a supposedly new one (Heaven’s stable monkey) which turned out to not be that (lowest rank in Heaven) and then was given an empty title and then, uh, peach festival
but i am abridging a lot of that story and haven’t even touched on his JTTW self! (which is still that but i do not yet have the brain energy for that yet)
anyway, yeah, yeah that’s Wukong
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Hikoboshi -Oikawa Tooru [Haikyuu!!]
[Note: When you're late early for Tanabata...] ⭐︎...⭐︎
"What are you doing up here?"
Oikawa jolted a little surprised, but managed to conceal it as the cold night breeze run through inside his sweater. Having recognized his voice (that same voice that seemed to pester his mind way too much for his own liking), he didn't turn his way to look at him.
"I can ask you the same question," he huffed when out of the corner of his eye saw him taking a sit besides him.
"But I asked first."
Annoyed, Oikawa turned to glare at him with a bitter remark ready to spit on his tongue but he ended up chocking on it: he was sitting with his arms around his legs, making himself so little despite his long limbs, and he had a cheek against a knee to look up at him so intently. There was the shadow of a gentle smile on his thin lips.
"Altair should be visible tonight," the setter could have managed a lie (anything) but he felt stripped bare by that reverent look and honesty spilled unintentionally from his heart, "But it's quite cloudy..."
"Mmm, it's the light pollution," he finally moved his gaze to the sky and Oikawa obliged himself of doing the same, "Where should it be?" he asked as if he was genuinely interested.
"Right there," he pointed behind a big fluffy gray cloud, "So? What are you doing here?"
"Couldn't sleep," he simply shrugged.
No way in hell that Oikawa would accept that kind of answer.
"Be honest," he demanded.
He side-glanced him and a light of guilt shone inside those dark eyes before an "I'm being honest," was murmured.
"Spit it out," he insisted and crossed his arms waiting (not so patiently) for a real answer.
"Fine, fine!" he gave up showing his palms and then putting them beside him to stir his legs, "I'm gonna confess it to you, but you have to promise you won't tell anyone..." he made him swear.
"Yeah whatever, now what is it?"
"Nosy," he humored and before Oikawa could snap a remark, he took something from his hoodie pocket and put it between the two of them.
"What is-" he scrunched his little nose while reaching it with his fingers and then he realized "Oh my g-"
"You promised you won't say a thing!" he stopped him right there with a pointed finger.
"It was just a reaction!" the setter protested swatting his hand away and picking up the little packet, "You smoke!?"
"As I said I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to disturb the others so I just-"
"Came here on the rooftop to smoke!" Oikawa finished his sentence.
He laughed a little for his surprise, looking at those big shining eyes under the raised eyebrows and that lips curled in to a little "o". "Is it really that shocking?"
"It's shocking you still manage to do your run exercise after these!" he exclaimed "You're an athlete, you can't use this kind of habit!" he scolded him and made him shrug.
"It's nothing serious, once in a blue moon-" he curled up again.
"It's already empty!" the setter stated peeking inside and counting just three cigarettes left.
"I have them counted: one for each day, but I didn't smoke everyday!" he justified himself.
Oikawa shook his head disappointedly, "I can't believe you smoked all this week behind our backs!"
"Did you like me to share...?"
"NO!"
He let him calm himself by keeping it quiet for a while, meanwhile he was trying to figure out what to say to break that tension but...
Unexpectedly Oikawa did it first.
"Do you really need these?" he asked softly, less angry, "...to rest, I mean."
"Not really," he confessed honestly, "They help me stray away when my mind gets too clouded..."
He just nodded and stared at the packet, the three handmade cigarettes inside it.
"It's nicotine, right?"
"Yep, I made them before coming here because I can totally control myself," he bragged humorously, "Just one puff?" he asked innocently.
"No."
"Aw, c'mon!"
"Each puff is a breath close to death," the setter reprimanded him.
"Each breath is one close to death," he replied smirking a little.
"It's different..."
"Not really, but I wouldn't mind either way," he shrugged and that caught all of his attention.
Oikawa stared at him for so long as if he was scared he could really dissipate in that exact moment, in just an eye-blink. It was rough -he got to know- life was harsh with him but... did he really-
"Are you telling me that you would accept it if it was now?"
He sat up straight and picking his ankles with his hands, shuffling on the spot to make both of them stand perfectly in front of each other.
"If this was my last minute, I would lovely smoke my last breathes and ask you just one thing: for you to smoke the last puff, and only then I could die happily," he smiled and Oikawa shivered realizing how much he meant it.
He didn't say anything,
"What are you doing?"
just picked one of those cigarettes and giving it to him.
"Did I manage to persuade you?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't be cruel to deny a man's last wish?" he said making him laugh.
"Such a benevolent prince!"
"Shut up," he hissed feeling his ears burn at the silly nickname.
"Make me," he challenged him and Oikawa just presented him the little dose of nicotine.
But he didn't like that lack of reaction.
Daring, he picked it directly with his own lips from his fingertips. He smiled slyly, looking up at him and nodded when he commanded "Just one puff, that's it!" and put a hand on his heart to swear it.
He waited for him to click on the lighter: the setter's face all crunched up in a concentrated pout, while his thumb slipped uselessly on the spark wheel one two three times...
"Try like this, so you don't risk to hurt yourself," he ended up mimic how to switch the lighter on correctly.
"I know how to do it," he puffed his cheeks but listened to his advice, "It's not like I've never been at parties... but did you?" he just tricked him to burn the tip, opting for a banter first.
"Not really a fan of them," he shook his head, "Also I never smoke or drink things people bring at those parties, for both precaution and mistrust," he explained keeping the cigarette in his place between his teeth.
Oikawa finally leaned the little flame and burnt the tip off it. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the butterfly shake of his eyelashes as he inhaled so deeply, the pretty light warming up the apple of his cheeks and the relaxed release of his shoulders when the breeze run through his hair.
"Oh my god, please! I know I said just one puff, but breathe!" he said noticing how long he was trying to keep that drag, (not at all because he wanted to tear himself away from that scene).
He snorted, a big open smile shining through the gray of the smoke, a deep but clear ringing of voice echoing through the night. "Sorry sorry," he giggled and Oikawa took advantage of his distraction to steal the cigarette away from his fingers.
"They used to lit it for me, not the other way around," he mumbled thinking about that time Hanamaki and Matsuwaka wanted them all to try a joint at some party.
"As they should," he agreed pointing his elbows on his knees.
He made his last wish come true by taking a little drag, "Why is it so bitter?" the setter stuck his tongue out disgusted but tried again to take a normal puff, "Disgusting," he commented at the end and giving him the cigarette to put out.
But he didn't.
Keeping the eye contact through heavy lids, he stole another drag putting his lips there where were his the right second before. "But it's so sweet to me," he whispered and smirked a little at Oikawa's blushing face of realization.
"That's it, put it out!" he reminded him and obediently he obliged, carefully letting the flame die without crashing the whole thing on the butt, "Wha- why are you giving it to me? Throw it away!"
"Am not a madman: I can still smoke this one, just put it back with the others," he replied.
"As if I'd let you," he did as he said, but didn't return the packet, "You won't smoke anymore."
"Have you ever hide a packet of smoke?" he asked cynical, "Gimme and you won't have any trouble, I can promise you not to," he tried to reach for it but failed.
"Stop it," he batted away his long hands, "I won't give it back, forget it!"
"Alright," he surrendered and turn to look up to the sky, "Y'know it's really sad that Altair can't be seen at all," he whispered after a while, turning back at the start of their conversation, "But I think it's kinda glad there's still someone who try to look out after it no matter."
That was a weird way to put it, but Oikawa couldn't deny the earnest and happy feeling in his guts at the proof that he didn't dare to belittle him at all, that he really cared about (him) it... and he snickered at the not so subtle way of meaning something else instead.
"It's glad...?" he repeated humoring the star's personification that he just made.
"I read books, don't act surprise if I wax poetry!" he replied and made him laugh and he was really going to follow his lead when he saw him shiver again, "Better get inside, it's getting quite chilling, mh?" he stood up and as the knight in shining armor as himself proposed to be, offered Oikawa a hand to do the same.
They silently walked back inside and then down the halls to get to their rooms, but they didn't decided when they were supposed to separate and so the setter turned to him. Dammit, he was way too close to his face like that!
"What?" Oikawa shouted quietly to brush his own embarrassment off.
"Last change to get rid of the packet," he answered.
"Forget those disgusting things! Go to rest, tomorrow morning I'll give you hell!" he slapped him on his chest to get him going.
"Was worth a shot anyway..." he sighed with a small smile, "Okay then, goodnight little prince," he bowed his head a little and then he disappeared into the dark leaving a fluttered Oikawa behind.
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A Clash of Kings - 32 SANSA III (pages 440-448)
Joffrey has Sansa stripped and beaten in front of the court until Tyrion steps in.
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"Tell me what I've done." "Not you. Your kingly brother."
ah. damn. That's not good. This is going to be an entire proxy thing, and Joffrey is not going to be in any kind of mood to be emotionally readjusted.
"Using some vile sorcery, your brother fell upon Ser Stafford Lannister with an army of demon wargs, not three days ride from Lannisport. Thousands of good men were butchered as they slept, without the chance to lift sword. After the slaughter, the northmen feasted on the flesh of the slain."
wow. That's impressive how much bullshit it takes to soothe your ego. "oh they can't have beaten us by normal means, we're too awesome to fall to anything less than sorcery and treachery UwU"
Oh and listen to this boy brag about killing a starving peasant.
"Leave her face," Joffrey commanded. "I like her pretty." ... "Boros, make her naked."
Oh! there's the scene, iirc they moved this in the show, to when Tyrion first arrived at King's Landing, it was his big hero entrance. I think I actually commented when he showed up during the Dontos at the birthday party scene, instead of this one.
Also: holy shit that's brutal, this is so many kinds of assault.
This is an el- no she's... twelve? now? Irrelevant, this is a literal child they are publicly stripping and beating. She should not have to go through this. No one should. No, you know what?
Suddenly, the Iron Throne exploded, the swords which had comprised it rending apart and flying through the room, slaying Joffrey and is minions where they stood, but leaving Sansa unharmed. "What the fuck?" Tyrion asked from the door, but Sansa could only stare in horror. "Right... Not drunk enough for this," Tyrion decided, and had Sansa gently escorted back to her rooms. ... "And then what happened m'lord?" Shae asked as Tyrion brushed her hair in their villa. "And then I messaged Robb and arranged an exchange of prisoners, Sansa is on her way to be traded for Jaime, and my father is on his way here to be hand, and I am going to be lord of Casterly Rock. What do you say, would you like to be a lady?" "Mmmm, alright."
And so everyone lived happily ever after, and Arya made her way home in a slightly unrelated adventure and the girls were never harmed, or scared, or hungry ever again.
"What is the meaning of this?"
Yep, there's Tyrion, here to use his powers (invulnerability to the normal side-effects of mocking and berating the king) for Good.
"Someone give the girl something to cover herself with," the Imp said. Sandor Clegane unfastened his cloak and tossed it at her. Sansa clutched it against her chest, fists bunched hard in the white wool. The coarse weave was scratchy against her skin, but no velvet had ever felt so fine.
I imagine that's the relief. The fact that this is signalling that you're safe again for the time being, both physically and mentally giving you something to hold onto.
"I am not threatening the king, ser, I am educating my nephew. Bronn, Timmet, the next time Ser Boros opens his mouth, kill him." The dwarf smiled. "Now that was a threat, ser. See the difference?" Ser Boros turned a dark shade of red. "The queen will hear of this."
and yet I notice a distinct lack of Boros being killed in the following moments.
Ohhh, hello? no "i'm loyal to my beloved Joffrey" "Sansa you may outlive us all" moment? She's in shock and suffering emotionally, instead of having a moment of quiet girlboss? Oh right, GRRM does foreshadowing and character growth like an actual writer instead of ... whatever the heck D&D were doing. "but we had her be tough and sassy for a whole line here, that's totally foreshadowing for- oh no, we've foreshadowed too much and now everyone will know our plan! The one that we don't even know!!"
"You have a right to know why Joffrey was so wroth. -"
oh my gosh, what is happening? someone giving Sansa valid information? Making sure she knows what's going on? Treating her like a person and not a mushroom?! (Kept in the dark and fed shit) Oh my gosh, this is, I need a moment.
Don't think this will make me ship you two, Tyrion. (One thing I did enjoy about season 8 was the 'amicably divorced still friends' energy they had for about a scene, I feel like that should be their relationship goal, it's just a pity they couldn't skip the 'married' part of the divorce.)
The sad thing is, that in so far as it goes, Tyrion is the closest thing Sansa has to a genuine ally, if only because Tyrion can see more tan Joffrey how the war is going to affect things, and because he's not a total monster. (I'm likely going to be taking this back later when we get in his brain space after the wedding, I'm aware.)
Not that Dontos isn't trying, but... I get the vibe that he wants something, and that's not just because he was working for Petyr in the show. Sandor also, seems like an ally, but again, he clearly wants something, the same something. (we're not even going to pretend like Petyr is subtle. And who knows what Varys wants, they all pawns to him, and I don't even think he's playing chess.)
At the moment, Tyrion is more interested in how Sansa can help stop the war, which let's be honest, isn't very much, this is way bigger than her now, and Tyrion has Shae to keep his other interests.
You know, I think reading this scene, it really helped that I knew help was coming, because I don't think I would have done well otherwise. Joffrey and 'friends' certainly would have found themselves dying in a few more spontaneous AUs.
And she's still determined to go to the Godswood, still holding on to the hope that she can get out of there. She is being so brave, and enduring so much, and not breaking.
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i have watched 8 episodes of faithful by now and it's still really, really good. seriously, i don't always distinguish between "i like it" and "it's actually good" when i talk about some new thing i love but this is both.
i've seen it described as a "revenge drama" as if that were some kind of established genre and idk, maybe it is? but if it had been advertised to me as such, i would have thought it wasn't for me. who cares about revenge? doesn't sound interesting. however ... nie huaisang quickly became my favourite character from the untamed. hmm 🤔
the premise of this show is that a girl (in historical china) who tries to bring her rapist to justice fails to achieve her goal and dies. in response, her friend spends 7 years hatching an elaborate revenge plan. we don't immediately find out how the girl dies, how that man is able to get away with his crimes, who exactly is in league with whom among his various enablers or why, and of course what the revenge plan entails - everything is slowly revealed in segments alternating between past and present. i still don't know how she dies. love this story structure tbh
the protagonist (dead girl's friend) is absolutely delightful and also very easy to read as a lesbian or aroace. however, in the flashback segments we see that she starts out with some rather understandable flaws and her quest for revenge is likely motivated at least in part by regret for not having done more sooner. you see that in male characters so often, it's refreshing to see a female character get the same treatment!!
other than that, the ACAB vibes are off the charts for now. we'll see how that holds up throughout the story, but one of my favourite things is that there's this "good cop" guy who's honestly more of a Slightly Less Bad Cop because his heart is clearly in the right place but he's lazy about it and too much of a realist to do anything most of the time.
he ends up in prison for seven years with a broken leg that never healed right because he was overheard bragging about totally having helped that girl way more than he actually did. yep. that's all it takes
(hilariously, he is now also hell-bent on getting revenge, but mostly for his leg. like, he's got a concerning obsession with finding the main villain and breaking his leg in return, even though the people who did it were his former colleagues - he can see the big picture, he knows whose fault that really was. absolutely incredible)
recently an Actual Good Cop appeared (young and full of idealism), prevented various horrors from occurring, and was beaten up for his efforts. 7 years later, he seems ... hardened but true to his ideals? i'm curious to see how he managed to keep his job!
anyway, lots of good stuff here. it's a super heavy subject, but handled surprisingly well i think. hopefully most of that will stay true for the remaining 17 episodes...
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Not today it seems (Proxima x F!Reader)
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Proxima clenched her fists tightly as you laughed with that little friend of yours again. She hated when your best friend came to visit you. First, because you were Thanos' spy on earth, he had given you an opportunity to serve him and you had taken it.
You said you didn't care about the lives you had to sacrifice to help him, you believed in his ideals, despite being human yourself. Inviting your friend was a clear risk to the mission.
Second, you were distracted, leaving your weaknesses in the sight of everyone in the order. You never seemed more human to her than when you hugged your friend and laughed with her. You seemed so fragile and childish...but at the same time happier, freer. It confused her.
And third and most important, although Proxima was not human and you still had to explain a lot to her about your customs, there was one thing she did know, something universal that crossed all kinds of boundaries in space and time. Something that was painfully obvious to everyone but you: that girl was flirting with you.
Now, she didn't want to brag, but she'd been married before, and though things between her and Corvus hadn't ended well, it taught her enough to recognize all the signs. Your friend wanted to keep you.
And she was NOT going to allow it. If only Ebony would let her kill that stupid friend of yours.
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"Hello, Roxi" you said seductively.
Proxima looked up from the spear she was cleaning to see you locking her room’s door. She looked at you suspiciously as you walked right up to her, wrapping your arms around her neck.
"What are you doing, human?" she asked you curtly to hide her nerves
"What? Can't I come to visit my favorite girl?" you answered
If you were honest, you felt silly and out of place throwing yourself at her like that. But Mackenna was right, you had already tried every subtle way to let the woman know you were returning her feelings (yes, you were fully aware that you were the beautiful alien's crush), but she just dismissed them nonchalantly, thinking that they were just "stupid human jokes".
So here you were. You couldn't get any more direct than this. She had to understand.
"I'm not a girl" she told you
"It's a saying, Roxi"
"That's not my name"
"Proxima, we already talked about this! It's a nickname!!" you rolled your eyes "look, you better shut up because I came in hot and you're cooling me down very quickly"
"Hot?" she frowned "Why did you come here then? If you're hot you should go to the infirmary right away. We can't have weak and sick soldiers in the black order"
"W-what? N-no, I didn't mean-" you sighed deeply. Total failure "I didn't mean hot like that"
"Not like that? Then what, woman, what?!"
You looked into her eyes for a few seconds. It really frustrated you that she didn't get the message, but you also couldn't deny that she looked adorable when she desperately didn't understand your "human ways," as she and Ebony called them.
"You're lucky you're cute, or I would have given up by now" you said, giving her a light tap on the nose before turning away and walking to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To plan something else. Maybe next time I'll give you a letter or just tell you that I love you directly" you shrugged and left there, leaving a very perplexed and confused alien woman.
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"Oh that's not true"
"Yup" you nodded
"But you hugged her?" Mackenna asked
"Yep"
"And you used the casual reveal card at the last second?"
"I did it"
"And still she didn't get it?!"
"nope"
Your friend looked at you in disbelief for a moment before moaning and hiding her face in her hands.
"Why do aliens have to be so difficult?!" she growled
"I take it things weren't better with Maw then?" you smiled
"He didn't even get past the friendly greeting"
"...I still can't believe you like him" you laughed
"You like a much more evil version of Maleficent, leave me alone, sleeping beauty"
You laughed out loud and lay down next to her on the lawn. You knew if Proxima or Ebony saw you, you'd be cold turkey for a week, but it was their fault for not picking up the clear signs of infatuation.
The only consolation you had was knowing that at least things would be more interesting once Thanos announced that Mackenna was part of the order now as well. Oh, you already wanted to see everyone's faces.
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Heyy can you do a little fanfic about groupchat we’re portwell are flirting and the others are annoyed by it (not really)?
Hey anon! This was a pretty fun ask to wake up to this morning, so thanks!
I interpreted this as a text fic, which I’ve never done before, plus I feel like I’ve never been a real flirty person - so lots of new things but I hope it lives up to your expectations! (It also ended up a bit more than what I would call a ‘little fanfic’ 🫢)
Apologies if anyone seems ooc, I tried my best to capture each character.
Ginas started a new job at a new coffee shop but no one else knows except EJ, so they decide to have a bit of fun. 
Chaos, threats and innuendos ensue 
From no-ones pov in particular, featuring a little bit of everyone (except Nini, I’m sorry! I didn’t know how to fit her in) plus a little bonus at the end 
Enjoy!
EJ: you guys checked out the new coffee shop?
Ashlyn: no? Whereabouts?
Carlos: new coffee shop? Why I am only now hearing about this?
E: it’s around the corner from school. On Newport drive. 
Kourtney: did someone say coffee? 
A: oh yeah. I thought I saw something going on there. 
E: we should go there some time
E: I hear they got the best barista in town ☺️
K: good coffee around the corner from school? Yes please! 
E: I think she also digs me.
A: EJ!
C: please tell me you did not just use the phrase ‘digs me’
E: ok then 
E: has the hots for
E: is head over heels for
K: oh gosh… Carlos what have you done…
E: has a thing for
E: is crushing on 
E: fancies
E: better? 
C: no 🤮 
K: I think fancies is worse
A: I hope to dear god you turned her down, otherwise you’re gonna have me to deal with.
E: calm down ash… It’s someone you know.
E: someone we all know. 
A: you are skating on some thin ice cuz…
Gina: random fact of the day:
Seb: ooh I love those!
G: it’s REALLY hard to  make coffees when your phone is CONSTANTLY buzzing in your pocket
G: and you know exactly how I feel about you ej ;)
E: And I’m dead. Brb gonna go get my grave ready
G: luv you 😘
S: that’s not what I was expecting… did I miss something? 
C: oh honey…
A: WAIT WHAT?!
K: ahhh congrats girl!!
C: sometimes I wonder why I put up with you two..
Ricky: you and seb aren’t much better dude
Big Red: cool! welcome to the service industry!
R: ok clearly I missed something…
K: scroll up… (at your own risk though 👀)
E: haha, you ok ash? 
R: that’s so cool, congrats gi. Is it that d’angelos place?
G: thanks! And yep thats the one
A: I’m… yeah… I’m just gonna need a minute. Just need to recalibrate my brain. I was literally one second away from coming over and giving you a piece of my mind. 
E: sorry, that probably wasn’t the best way, but the reactions were totally worth it 😆
A: it’s cool. we definitely have to check it out tho. you still there?
G: just clocked off. But I’m working this weekend. You guys should come down. 
K: ooh yeah! Can’t wait!
R: 👍🏻
C: I can’t believe that’s how we found out
K: and she wasn’t even in the chat! Our boy is down bad 
E: If I wanna brag about my gorgeous barista girlfriend, then I’m gonna. You can’t stop me 
C: unfortunately…
E: you guys still love us tho
A: yeah something about being all in this together or something… 
E: wow really feeling the love 
E: From both of you…
A: jk jk 
A: you know we love you :)
A: both of you <3 
G: luv you too ash <3
E: well I gotta go. Picking up said gorgeous barista girlfriend who, unlike some people 🙄, actually does love me
E: You still on for tonight, babe?
G: hot date with the regular film studies student? Yes please!
G: though, should probably go home and change first. There was an… unfortunate… incident in the bathrooms… 
BR: welcome to the service industry… where you deal with things you never thought you had to. 
G: you got that right
G: oh btw ej, you got the blankets and pillows ready?
E: you know it. 
E: Plus parents are out tonight too so we can be as loud as we want ;)
A: I know I literally just said I love you both but that’s TMI!
K: you know you’re still in the group chat right? 
G: hahaha 😆
C: oh god…
R: and that’s my cue, see ya later ✌🏻
E: we’re building a fort and then watching movies… what did y’all think we were talking about? 
G: 😆
C: you’re really something else caswell 
G: don’t I know it ;)
A: alright that’s enough! I’m done! Bye! 
K: should I be concerned how often you both wink?
C: 🤮
+ Bonus: Personal message between EJ and Gina
E: I had way too much fun with that.
G: nice touch with the parents comment 😆
E: thanks, it’s just too easy sometimes
G: but they still love us 
E: and despite the crap they give us, we still love them
E: see you soon? 
G: can’t wait <3
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I asked the Ned and littfinger question and I’m giggling over “Maybe even a friend who became the king?” for some reason I totally forgot about Robert 😂
In fairness to you it's a rather significant plot point that Robert doesn't resemble the friend Ned knew all that much anymore!
A second anon asked:
Re: your last ask. I always found it weird how it was mentioned at court that LF was bragging about sleeping with Cat and I’m assuming Robert knows about it too… Now I’m pretty sure Robert would think that’s bullshit but even still?? He’s just never said anything about it? Never warned LF to shut it or Ned/Cat about it happening at all? Also when did he even start this rumour, because I can’t see Jon Arryn knowing about this and just not caring at all. Like I know NedCat weren’t married at that point but she was still engaged to Brandon sooo?
Yep. I suspect Jon Arryn was out of that gossip loop - he didn't know about Cersei and Jaime either, after all, who were right there in court not being all that subtle - but if Robert heard, he didn't say anything. I can see Robert thinking it'd be Ned's business to sort out.
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