#you can see with the final version that I just wanted to keep those bedroom eyes
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Getting a little closer to current years, you know this is totally unfinished because I didn't fully do Juste's eyebrows. But gosh I was soooo happy with how those bedroom eyes turned out.
This was an old draft for what would end up being this picture. The reason I chose not to continue this sketch was because I messed up the length of his torso-- that's usually why I mess up with this one.
It turned out so good too... *sob*
#you can see with the final version that I just wanted to keep those bedroom eyes#he's capable of doing them (See Official Art) but my art has him looking calmer by default#so when I manage to draw them right it's just hmm yes :]#also books are just a pain to draw#I never know how much I want the pages to fly#doodle-daas#akumajou dracula#. . . I'm still keeping my guard up. ever so slightly >:(
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Good Morning
Story: You have just spent your first night together and the obvious nervousness comes in with a bang. Will he like me without makeup? I need to keep mints close to me to hide my morning dragon breath. Should I put on some mascara at least?
Characters: Diluc, Alhaitham
TW: Beware! Fluff.
Diluc
You have promised yourself that you will wake up before him. And somehow you did. When you opened your eyes, the sun was still pretty low and the room was filled with Diluc´s deep calm breathing. Slowly raising your head you checked his chest. You have been sleeping on him the whole night so the possibility of you salivating on him was pretty high.
It is fine. Thank god. You sigh with relief.
For a second you got stuck because you could not stop staring at him. He looks so peaceful, but authoritative at the same time. Diluc has this aura of confidence and stoicism that you have never seen in other men. He could have every woman in the Teyvat but he chose you. Your heart flutters.
I do not know what I did to deserve you, but I will do everything to prove to you that I am worthy of you.
With that, you stood up and tip-toed out of the bedroom.
"Are you trying to run away from me?"
Diluc´s voice stopped you right when you were about to reach the doorknob. Heart in your chest started racing and all you could hear was your blood rushing through your veins.
"If I disappointed you somehow last night, you can tell me straight away."
"No!" You almost screamed too ashamed to look at him.
"Then where are you going? I was excited to wake up to you sleeping in my arms."
"Me too! I just need to… Use the toilet. If that is ok."
"Of Course, it is ok." Diluc chuckled with relief as he stood up. "I will show you the way."
"No! Umm… I will find it by myself."
"Y/N, what is going on?" He frowned. "Why you did not look at me once."
You wanted to protest even more, but before you were able to find new excuses, Diluc took your chin and raised your head so he could look you directly in the eyes.
After a short moment, you cracked under his gaze, just like last night.
"I did not want you to see me like this." You finally admit.
"Like what?" Diluc looked at you and scanned you from head to toe.
"No makeup, messy hair, puffy face…"
"Stop it, please." Diluc hushed you with a voice filled with amusement and disappointment at the same time.
"I am sorry." You whisper.
"For what? That I did not show you my affection the same way I feel it here?" He took your hand and placed it on the bare skin of his chest. "Can you forgive me for leaving room for so many doubts? My dear, I have traveled most of our world and I have never met someone like you. Do not ever doubt my affection for you. For any version of you. With messy hair, with whatever makeup you do not wear. I do not care. "
"But…"
You tried to protest, but he immediately stopped you with raised brows that said more than enough.
"With that settled, how did you sleep?" Diluc smiled as he hid you in his embrace.
Alhaitham
Last night was everything but what you have expected from a man who presented himself the way he did. Where did those passionate touches and kisses come from?
Never even in your wildest dreams, you dreamed about being smothered with so much affection. Even though you did not want to admit it, you felt addicted. Men are usually a source of disappointment in your life. How could you score an intelligent gentleman with ways that can make your toes curl from… Well, let's call it happiness.
It would be such a shame to scare him away with my morning state. I should freshen up a little.
You debated with yourself a little before you took your chance. As you carefully moved away his hand wrapped around your waist and tried to stand up, Alhaitham deeply growled. His grip around your body tightened. Who would have thought that he would be into spooning so much?
"What is so funny?" He asked after you chuckled a little.
"Just wondering if I could be the big spoon now."
"No." Alhaitham murmured into your neck without hesitation.
"Can I at least go to the bathroom? Pretty please?"
"So you would let me here with nothing but your scent stuck to my skin?"
"Awwwww." You smiled. "But... Do you want me to pee here?"
"You are free to go wherever you want!" Alhaitham said while dramatically pushing you away from him.
After you gave him your best fake sad stare you quickly left to deal with some important business in the bathroom. When you finally came back, Alhaitham was already sitting in the bed leaning against the headboard reading something.
"And I thought that I had bad bed hair." You laugh.
"You probably had. You have been gone for almost half an hour."
"You did not!" You audibly gasped before you jumped at him.
"Why… Oh god…" Alhaitham growled as he maneuvered you down from him. "...do you have so much energy this early in the morning? If I knew I would never invite you over."
"REALLY?!" You froze.
"Of Course not." He smiled sheepishly as he pinned you down to kiss you oh so sweetly.
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Hi!! I absolutely adore/love your works!🥰💕 Also if you do accept a request can you do platonic with reader as the second child of Lucifer and Lilith!
If your requests are closed you can just ignore this and have a good day/night!😁
TO-DO LIST
—Father! Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter! Reader [Platonic]
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Synopsis: Lucifer promised himself to do better, making a to-do list to keep track of what he needed to work on. Including mending his broken relationship with his second daughter.
Notes: will be making a male version of this later.
Additional Notes: anon didn't specify what scenario it is so I just winged it and made up a scenario of my own.
Progress, sure it's slow but progress is progress no matter what the speed of the process is. Lucifer sighs softly to himself, his right hand holding a fountain pen and his left holding a notepad. Moving his hand as he fluidly crossed out something from the paper.
Organize my room. Done.
He smiled proudly at himself, admiring his work. His bedroom is now neat and tidy, the pile of rubber duckies are now stored away properly. Some are used as decorations but the others were hidden somewhere. He made sure to display his proudest creations, such as the backflipping and fire breathing rubber duckie he recently just made.
He promised himself and Charlie that he'll be better. He thanked himself for allowing himself to visit his daughter's hotel. There, he was able to reconnect with her.
His eyes became heavy as his gaze landed on the very last goal he wanted to achieve. Reconnect with [y/n].
Reconnecting with Charlie was easy as the girl was like an exact copy of him. [Y/n] on the other hand is the copy of Lilith, his ex-wife.
Sure, she has his qualities but personality wise. Lilith.
He and [y/n] stopped communicating with one another after he and Lilith split. Guilt. He felt guilty.
He avoided his second daughter as she reminded him so much of her mother.
It's not [y/n]'s fault, nor is it his. He was just grieving, grieving over a love that lasted for so long and suddenly fell apart.
He couldn't process it properly and hurt his daughters in the process.
He doesn't even know what [y/n] is up to lately. Last he remembered is that she took over some things around the kingdom as he was quite useless during these past seven years.
What a shitty father he is. He couldn't protect his daughter. He wonders how much his daughter is going through by temporarily taking his place for the meantime. He could just imagine those filthy sinners looking at her with those disgusting eyes. The harsh words, the objectification.
He just wants to shelter and adore both of his daughters, okay?
Lucifer sighs softly, hand gripping the notepad.
He wants to reconnect so badly but he's being too much of a coward.
He doesn't want to admit it but he's doing all of these tasks because he's prolonging the inevitable of talking to [y/n].
Running away like he always does.
Before he could self destruct like he always does when facing a problem, he could remember Charlie's words, “Healing takes time and you shouldn't rush things if you're not ready. Take one step at a time.”
Lucifer calms down, right. Take my time. I should use this to think about what I should say to her.
Progress, just like Charlie has said.
Slowly and surely, goals that were written down are crossed out one by one.
It took a few weeks at most but he's finally done. Taking out his pen and crossing something out of the notepad.
Try to understand sinners. Done.
His eyes landed on his final goal. Reconnect with [y/n].
Taking a deep breath, trying to calm his fast beating heart. He's nervous, that's an understatement because he is downright terrified.
Finally picking up his phone, tapping on to the screen to look for his contacts.
Finally seeing [y/n]'s contact, her profile a rubber duck version of her that he had made.
Taking a deep breath, trying to remember what he planned to say. Finally, his fingers hit the call button.
Ringing. It's ringing.
His fingers taps along the table of his office nervously, waiting for her to accept his call.
“Father...?” [y/n] answers hesitantly from the other line and his heart almost leaped out of his chest. He cringed a little, after his relationship with his second daughter fell apart. She started calling him father instead of dad. Which sounded way too formal for his liking.
Taking a deep breath, he needs this to be perfect.
“Hey sweetie... I am just calling because I am wondering how you have been?” he says, stuttering a little.
The other line went silent for a few moments before she answered, “Are you okay? This has been the first time you've called me in the last... 5 years. Do you need something father?”
He could practically hear doubts in her voice, imagining that she's raising an eyebrow at him at the moment.
“Are you busy at the moment...?” he asked softly and he could hear the deep sigh from the other line, he could practically hear the disappointment from the sigh she let out.
She probably thought he only called her for a favor. What a bad father he is, really.
“Not at the moment, why?”she asked.
“Can I visit?” he asked hesitantly and the line went silent once more.
“Why...?” she asked, he flinches from the question.
“Can't I visit my daughter now?” he asked, jokingly. He can practically imagine her deadpanning at him.
“Surprised to hear you still call me your daughter, I'm sure I didn't feel it for the last seven ish years.”
He flinches, yeah. He hurt her a lot.
“I know [y/n]... I was a horrible father to you and you didn't deserve that treatment but... I want to be better. For you and Charlie... So please? Can I see you...?” he pleaded softly, tears rolling down his cheeks. He could hear her breath hitched from the other line, followed by a sigh.
“Alright, fine. You can come over.” she says, defeated. No matter what he did, she'll always look for her dad.
The phone call ends and Lucifer takes a deep breath, calming himself before eventually teleporting to the other side of the pride circle, where his daughter's office is located.
He immediately teleported to her office, seeing her working on her desk, typing out on her laptop.
Without giving her time to process, he immediately went to her side. Pulling her up from her seat making her yelp in surprise and hugging her.
“Dad?!” she yelped in surprise, surprised by the warmth her father gave her after seven long years. The male hugged her waist. [Y/n]'s eyes soften as she returns the hug.
“I know I treated you so horribly and I cannot justify my actions. You have been nothing but the best daughter to me and I pushed you away. For that I am sorry, please forgive me.” Lucifer pleaded softly, crying silently against her suit.
“I should've been there for you as you lost your mother but I made it all about me. You had to take over my work while also grieving. I should've been more competent but I pushed all my responsibilities to you and for that I am deeply sorry for hurting you.”
[Y/n] stayed silent, crying silently as she hugged her father. She misses him so much.
“And for that, I hope you know that I am very much proud of you. I love you my dearest princess.” he says softly and it was enough for the girl to finally breakdown, sobbing into her father's shoulders as she kneeled down to reach him. Lucifer held her, holding her body protectively.
“I am grateful that you are my daughter more than anything.” he says, running his hand through her hair. His other hand rubs circles on her back for comfort. “You've grown into such an amazing woman and I am very proud of you. I hope you forgive your father for making you do his work. Don't worry, daddy's here now...” he cooed softly, still holding into the crying girl in his arms. He promised to be better. One step at a time.
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Masked- unmasked
After 'wrong'
Dick cupped Phantom’s cheek, brushing his thumb against the too pink lips.
“What?” Phantom asked. He shifted heavily lidded eyes from the t.v. to Dick. They were so blue. The hint of green was there, just around the pupil of one looked close enough, but Phantom’s eyes were so blue.
“Just observing,” Dick said. He didn’t know how to sum up even a fraction of everything going through his head right then. His mind scrambled to catalog every difference in Phantom: the lips pinker, the eyes blue, the blush redder, the skin warmer. He leaned down to kiss the scattering of freckles; freckles that were a rusty red rather than a pale scattering of light.
There was no faint glow that bled through Dick’s eyelids.
“I can go.”
Dick pulled back with a frown. “What?”
“If you don’t want to be around me like this, I can go,” Phantom repeated.
It still didn’t make sense to Dick.
He stroked Phantom’s cheek gently. “Why would I want you to go?”
“I just mean—” Phantom cut himself off with a huff of air. It was a long pause before he tried again. “I just mean, it’s okay if you don’t… like this version of me. I know that all this isn’t what you… agreed to have in your bed.”
“All this?” Dick asked, brow furrow. “All this is still you.”
“Sure, but it’s not special, not like my other form.”
Phantom’s sour smile begged to be kissed away so Dick did just that. He leaned in and kissed Phantom’s lips until Phantom gave in and opened up his mouth for Dick. Dick twisted, sitting up further so that he could press down into the kiss. He slung a leg over Phantom, mindful of the stitches and he settled lightly on Phantom’s stomach.
Phantom was the one who broke the kiss first to pant for air. Another difference.
“Boo, you’re beautiful. You’re beautiful in your other form and you’re beautiful like this. I was just enjoying taking in all the differences,” Dick tried to explain. “I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want you out of my bed. You’re still you.”
Phantom still looked unsure. “You might not like the differences.”
“I will,” Dick assured him. “Let me show you.”
“You might eat those words.”
“I’d rather eat you,” Dick said with a smirk. He laughed as Phantom shoved him, letting himself be pushed back. “I mean it. I don’t care that you look different. I still want to kiss you and blow you and fuck you and be fucked by you. I still want to spend time with you and talk to you and keep you close. You’re still you. It doesn’t matter that I haven’t seen this side of you yet. It’s just a whole new part to explore. So, let me prove it to you, okay?”
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Phantom complained, though he was finally smiling again.
“Yep,” Dick said, popping the ‘p’. “So it’s best you give in and just lay there like a good pillow princess while I fuck you.”
“Don’t make me crush you next training.”
“Worth it,” Dick assured him with a roll of his hips that had Phantom groaning. “Are you really going to say no to me spoiling you.”
Phantom did his best to glare but there was no heat in the look. Finally he sighed as if giving in to the biggest favor. “Fine, just don’t call me pillow princess.”
“Pillow Prince?”
“N.”
“Bedroom beauty, sheet sultan, night—”
Phantom pulled him down into a kiss that Dick was certain was just a move to shut him up, but he went willingly. He’d never say no to those lips, whether they were tinged a cold magenta or a warm pink.
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AN: tossing this up before I try to sleep. Pain is very bad right now so we'll see. I'm sure there are errors, but I don't need them corrected, ty. Hope all you darlings are being delightful!
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@steddiemas Day 20 Prompt: Sick Day
Tags: Established Relationship, Mentions Of Past Parental Loss, Eddie Munson Needs A Hug, Steve Harrington Is A Sweetheart
wc: 1290 | Rating: G
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Steve doesn’t get it.
He’s seen Eddie in worse shape.
Death knocking on his door, tubes, and machines keeping him alive. In spite of the shitty cards he was dealt, he always had a smile on his face — cracking jokes with the kids, charming his way into extra pudding cups and sides of mashed potatoes. Steve’s pretty sure they mourned the day he was finally released because he had a way of making even the crabbiest doctors smile.
If ever there was a time to be miserable and wallow in the pain it was then.
And yet, a winter cold has managed to knock Eddie on his ass, turning him into the most miserable, helpless version of himself.
Steve hates it.
Not because Eddie is whiney and dramatic (he’s both of those things on a good day), but because he doesn’t know what to do to help.
Days and nights blend together as Eddie stays sheltered in his bedroom. His bed is a nest of blankets and pillows — half the time he’s burrowed under them, no doubt making his fever worse, and the other half he’s propped up on pillows, desperately hoping the elevated position will ease his cough. A hoard of half-empty bowls of soups and napkins full of nibbled-on crackers are scattered on his nightstand along with the cold medicine Wayne picked up three (maybe, four?) days ago. The one Eddie refuses to take because it makes him feel worse.
His usual unruly curls are flattening by the second and his cheek has a near-permanent indentation of his wrinkled pillowcase at this point. If it weren’t for his frequent trips to the bathroom, Steve would be worried about muscle loss and blood clots on top of the hundred other ways he’s worrying about Eddie right now.
Steve’s tried everything. His grandmother’s chicken noodle soup, coaxing Eddie into a warm shower, even phoned Ms. Henderson to see if she had any home remedies he wasn’t thinking of. Nothing seems to be working.
At a loss, Steve tiptoes into Eddie’s room hoping to find him sleeping beneath the covers.
He’s not.
“Eddie, baby,” Steve coos. Toeing his shoes off, he pads his way over to the edge of the bed and runs a hand over the corner of the bed in search of Eddie’s legs. When he’s certain they’re not there, he sits. “What can I do to help?”
Eddie groans and presses the right side of his face deeper into the pillow. A single tear races down his cheek as he sniffles. “Could you just lie with me?” he croaks, voice horse from lack of use and the sore throat he’s been fighting for the last few days.
“Course, baby. Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”
He doesn’t wait for the answer and instead shuffles up the bed. Resting his back against the headboard, he kicks out his legs over the hoard of blankets and lets himself sink into the warm mattress. Once he’s situated, Eddie shifts until his back is pressed against Steve’s side. It’s weird feeling the heat that radiates from his body — he’s usually the one with cold hands and feet in the relationship.
“Didn’t want to get you sick,” Eddie mumbles eventually.
“Don’t mind getting sick, if it means you’ll feel better.” Steve means it. He would shoulder all the sickness and pain in the world if it meant that Eddie and everyone else he loves never had to feel anything but happy and healthy. If only the world worked like that. “Do you need anything?”
It’s silent in the room as Steve waits for Eddie’s response. So quiet, Steve wonders if maybe Eddie’s drifted to sleep and he’s waiting for a response that’s never going to come. But then Eddie shifts beside him, slowly rolling onto his other side so he can face him.
“I need my mom,” Eddie whispers just as the floodgates open, tear after tear falling from his eyes in that slow dramatic way they only do in movies. At least, Steve thought it only happened in movies.
His heart seizes in his chest as Eddie reaches for the soft sweater he’s wearing. Doesn’t complain when he buries his face into it, staining it with tears and snot and whatever else as Eddie’s body shakes under the weight of his tears.
Christ.
He doesn’t get it, not entirely. His own mother was never the nurturing type — she’d slap down medicine on his bedside table and leave a list of places she’d be if he needed to reach her, but that was it. Never once did she rest her hand against his forehead to check his temperature, let alone sit at his bedside.
But he knows Eddie’s mom would have done those things. Probably did do all those things judging by the way his boyfriend is sobbing in his arms right now.
Admittedly he doesn’t know much about Ms. Munson — he’s gathered it's hard for Eddie to talk about her. But he knows enough to know the world lost an incredibly kind soul way too early.
“Eds,” Steve sighs, scooting down until he’s lying down with Eddie firmly curled up on his chest. He gets both arms around him, squeezing him tighter. “I wish I could.”
“She always—” Eddie hiccups, wincing as the motion burns his already aching throat. “She always used to lie down with me. Run her fingers through my hair until her ring got caught in my curls. Then she’d move to tracing up and down my arm.”
Steve doesn’t have to be told twice. He lets one hand drift into Eddie’s tangled curls, scratching his scalp before gently carding his fingers through a few strands. His other hand ghosts up and down his arm, goosebumps erupting in his featherlight touches wake.
“Like this?”
Eddie melts under the contact, nuzzling deeper into the warmth of Steve’s sweater. “She made the best grilled cheese sandwich when I was sick. And she’d cut them in weird ways. Let me eat them in bed while she told some story she made up on the spot.”
“Well, m’no storyteller. But I can make a grilled cheese. Probably not as good as your mom's though.”
“No,” Eddie agrees, the smallest smile tugging at his lips as he looks up. “She had a secret ingredient she never told me.”
“Bet it was love.”
Eddie wrinkles his nose, shaking his head, “That’s lame.”
“Yeah, it is. She wouldn’t have had a lame secret ingredient.”
“She was the best,” Eddie sighs, closing his eyes for a moment before they flutter open again. This time he wiggles out of Steve’s embrace and moves his head back to his pillow before grimacing at the wet stain left behind on Steve’s sweater. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Eds. S’just a sweater.”
“I know. I just…” he groans and rubs circles over his eyes with his fists. “I always miss her more when m’sick.”
“That’s okay,” Steve says, pulling at him until Eddie’s back on his chest and his hand is back in his curls. “You can tell me about her, you know? Whenever you want. I like hearing you talk about her.”
“Maybe when my throat doesn’t burn like Satan’s living room.”
Steve laughs.
There’s his boy.
“You know, that medicine over there might help with that,” Steve teases, gesturing to the untouched medicine.
Eddie wrinkles his nose in disgust, shaking his head.
“Alright, you big baby,” Steve chuckles. “Why don’t you get some sleep then?”
“Will you stay?” Eddie asks, already fighting sleep judging by his fluttering eyelashes.
“Course I’ll stay,” he whispers. “I’ll even make you a grilled cheese when you wake up.”
“Full of love?”
“Yeah, Eds. Full of love.”
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smitten
college soccer player!jeonghan part 3
part 1 part 2
“hey, i haven’t seen you all day.”
your roommate stands in the doorway to your bedroom, finding you at your desk drowning in assignments and the final draft of your midterm.
“i was at the library all morning trying to get this paper done. is everything ok?”
she’s wearing a blue bow identical to the one left on your dresser that morning. her skirt matches its deep shade, and you realize it’s quickly approaching 7pm.
“of course! it’s game day. i wanted to tell you you don’t have to come tonight if you don’t want to. hana—i think you know her… choppy bangs, green eyes—apparently she’s smitten, so she wants to join me or us if you’re still interested.”
lia’s eyebrows raise, and you can tell she’s hoping you’re still interested, but she’s worried about dragging you along while on pursuit of a boy as if that would ever bother you, as if your own footsteps and love-covered fingertips haven’t submerged into your own version of a boy pursuit.
“i am. i was going to take a shower within the next ten minutes. we still have an hour right?”
she smiles, nodding excitedly. “i’ll leave you to it, then.”
“before you go, who does hana like?”
lia’s smile widens, and she runs her fingertip along the length of your door, swiping vibrant blue polish across a striking white. “jeonghan.”
your heart sinks and melts into the acidic jealousy existing in the pit of your stomach. jeonghan? jeonghan… of course.
you feel deflated as you approach the bathroom, reaching for your towel before switching the light on.
the last thing you want is for this to get complicated. if hana makes a move, what are you supposed to do? for all you know, you’ll be standing beside the girl for two hours, listening to whatever smitten sounds like and pretending you didn’t dream about the same man the previous night or stare at his message about bandaids and lollipops… smitten.
shampoo stings your eyes while you contemplate sharing your own feelings for jeonghan with lia. she’s pushed you a little bit, knowing your history of having interest in athletes, but the years of your friendship have taught her a few things. those things include only sharing what you want to and keeping things close to your chest. your heart is as far from your sleeve as it can get, tucked away safely in the dark warmth within your chest. of course jeonghan has started to shine rays of light, creating beautiful sunbeams and beginning to swell what’s been hibernating in its safety zone.
lia is perched at the bar stool eating a bowl of cereal when you leave your bedroom. she quickly takes a look at your outfit, happy to see a bow of your own pinned to your jacket. your denim shorts have blue ruffles stitched along the curve of each pocket, and you can feel the familiar rush of anticipation. nothing beats an october night, with it’s comforting chill and the scene of a game only a short walk away. you look forward to these evenings all year. jeonghan is the best part, unexpectedly so.
“i didn’t touch the honey bunches of oats. there’s only enough for one more bowl if you’re hungry.”
“thanks, lee.”
you top the cereal off with milk and eye your roommate nervously, hoping she’ll pick up on your desire to say something. you’ve never been good at sharing feelings, especially when you’re afraid of stepping on another’s toes.
“i can feel you staring me down. is there something on my face or on your mind?”
lia palms her bowl, bringing the ceramic to her lips to savor the perfectly sweetened milk before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“this season, i’ve never felt like your tag along. you like seokmin, but i’d still go even if you didn’t. even if i didn’t like someone else on the team, i would still go.” members of your family have played the sport for as long as you can remember. in your life, fall doesn’t exist without a soccer ball.
lia doesn’t jump in. you hoped she would push you just a little further, but this is all on you.
“yoon jeonghan is in my environmental ethics course, and we’ve established some kind of unexpected friendship, but my feelings are stronger than that. about hana… i don’t know if there’s anything going on between them. the last thing i want to do is make anyone uncomfortable or embarrass myself.”
lia smiles, but you miss the softness in her expression, watching your cereal float instead.
“you don’t need to worry about hana. she picks a new guy every week, and she’d certainly turn her focus to someone else tonight if you tell her about jeonghan.”
lia taps the counter, earning your gaze. “thank you for telling me. i’m trying to keep my composure, but please know i’m internally squealing and running around the counter to hug you. now, finish your cereal. i’m sure someone is excited to see you.”
the sun begins to set as you walk through campus. you can see the lights from the field come into view, and lia squeezes your hand. she’s always been a cherished friend and supporter, and relief has embraced you knowing the feelings you’ve kept quiet are now a secret shared.
hana is standing beside the ticket counter and waves when she notices the two of you. not a single speck of blue is found on her outfit, but lia quickly pulls a bow from her purse, securing it in her friend’s hair.
after the three of you have paid, hana asks where you two usually sit.
“this one likes to sit at the top so she can see the entire field.” guilty.
“the boys can see you better from the front.”
lia bites her lip but guides the three of you to the middle row, keeping the viewing peace.
both teams are warming up, and your eyes settle on the field while hana and lia chat beside you. you catch bits of the conversation, amused by your roommate’s monologue about how much seokmin’s hair has grown since their last home game.
then, you see him, and your lips part. you lean forward and zero in.
he’s mesmerizing. watching him feels like the sweetest treat.
his dribbling matches the rhythm of your heartbeat, and your lips spread into something consumed by pride, admiration, and hopeful desire.
his confidence has never gone unnoticed, even in its subtly, but it radiates when he’s wearing cleats, his uniform and is existing on the forest green turf.
you’re silent for the first quarter, clapping when it’s appropriate to do so, mouthing calls as the referees blow their whistles, nodding along to the ones you deem just.
the second quarter is smooth. your team is taking the lead: 1-0, and the reaction from lia at the sight of seokmin’s assist is something worth remembering.
she kissed your cheek, asking twice: “did you see that?!”, before heading down the stairs for popcorn.
hana slides across the bench to close the space between you as half time starts. her voice is just above a whisper, “lia told me about jeonghan, so any cheering i do tonight is for choi seungcheol.” she sends you a wink and you nod, feeling a weight leave your shoulders.
during the final quarter, the blue hawks are sailing, and you nearly miss it. your eyes were fixed on the bag of popcorn only seconds prior, but you see him when you’re pleased with the amount of the salty snack in your cupped palm.
it’s jeonghan’s corner kick, in the corner closest to you, and you see him search the stands before landing on your figure. he smiles, and brushes his fingers across his shirt, mirroring where your bow is clipped to your jacket. cute, he mouths before turning to face the field again.
“holy shit.”
“he’s all yours, babe.”
after the game has ended, students start to leave while others who know players stick around, creating small packs around the fence. the three of you stay in the stands until the team exits their huddle.
hana waves quickly, sending you a knowing wink before running down the bleachers. lia pats your knee. she practiced words of admiration for seokmin that morning in the bathroom mirror. you give her a final good luck before she sets off down the metal stairs.
time ticks by and it’s just you now. the soccer fans have left, and jeonghan is one of the last players on the field. you watched him take the bag of soccer balls to the shed behind the field, finding yourself admiring the stars while you waited.
the sound of your name shifts your stare, and you find him leaning against the railing.
“i should’ve given you my practice jersey.”
you stand and descend the bleachers, approaching the man with reddened cheeks and messy hair.
“what would that’ve made me?”
he smiles, and you want him to say it.
“i imagine you’re going to be much more than a good luck charm.”
“you don’t need one.”
“i have my superstitions.”
“oh really? do you have a couple marbles in your pockets?”
jeonghan’s cleats meet the pavement, and he waits for you before heading toward the main campus.
“i didn’t think about that.”
“i guess all the marbles are in your schedule…. probably wouldn’t do you any good to keep more in your pocket.”
“mmm, i think you’re on to something.”
“and i guess if i keep coming…”
“if you keep coming, we’ll keep winning, and eventually i’ll ask you to go on a date with me.”
“but you’re going to keep it open— unknown and leave me with anticipation.”
jeonghan laughs— no, it’s more like a giggle that penetrates your skin and finds the shelter where your heart lives, shining the most light it’s seen since you experienced the ocean three years ago.
“i’m not going to leave it open.”
he stops beneath the streetlamp. you’re in front of snow hall, where this all started.
“saturday night, can i take you on a date?”
his eyes are sparkling, and this man has far more than sunbeams. he has stars too.
“yes, of course you can.”
“as long as you’re alright with comedy shows.”
“i’ve never been.”
the look in his eyes is intriguing, and you have no doubt you’re about to be introduced to something magical.
“boo seungkwan knows how to put on a show, and i cannot wait to take you.”
his gaze shifts to the bow on your jacket, and you swear his expression melts. sore muscles are easy to ignore when you’re in front of him with exciting possibilities existing in your eyes and smile.
he’ll certainly fall in love with you.
#seventeen scenarios#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagines#seventeen fic#seventeen drabbles#jeonghan scenarios#jeonghan au#jeonghan fluff#jeonghan imagines#jeonghan fic#jeonghan x reader#jeonghan drabble
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(2) Cheater : dick grayson!version
third update today, damn it! I know I said I'll post it tomorrow, but it's done and I can't hold it anymore. God, I'm excited to post it! Therefore, I give you what you have been waiting for!
Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI!!
A/N: Sienna is obviously girlfriend's name
part 1
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After that first time there was nothing holding them back anymore. Just a touch was enough for both of their bodies to want more of each other, oh,
So.
Much.
More.
and who were they to try and fight the desire and the need of pleasure?
That was why Y/N was currently straddling Dick’s hips, using him to get high, his hands caressing her back, scratching it lightly to ignite her fire even more. He wanted her to get addicted to him, to only think about him, to completely lose control. He craved to see the freaky side of her and nothing could stop him from getting that. Normally he wanted to be on top, dominant, but he way she looked at him with those pretty, lustful eyes, slightly swollen red lips and with a breathless whisper practically begged him to let her take control made his strong will crumble in an instant. He would give her anything she wanted as long as he could keep her in the sheets longer, closer, tighter to his body. Preferably forever. For what he cared the world might as well stop existing. She was his world now.
Judging by the way she moved her hips, grinding against him, arching her back due to all his touches and open mouth kisses, panting and moaning, he was her world as well.
“God!” he groaned, one hand squeezing her hips, guiding her movements with proficiency and changing the angle slightly, eliciting a whimper from her. “Can you imagine how much time we lost? Just because you were resisting?’ he smirked, kissing her neck “and why, baby? We could have been doing it for so long now…..”
“Shut up!” she gasped, pressing his head to her skin more and he got the hint immediately.
“You want harder, baby?”
“Yes, please, kiss me more. Touch me more. Go rough on me. Mark me. Mark my whole body. I want everyone to know I’m yours. Yours. Ah!”
“Like that, babe?” he bit on her collarbone and it hurt. It hurt so fucking good, making her hotter, wetter, needier. She melted into him, quite literally.
“Dick….” Her hand found a way to his shoulder, digging her nails there, leaving crescent-shaped marks “Come here.” she cupped his cheeks and guided his lips back to hers. “just come here.”
Yes. All her inhibitions were finally gone and he couldn’t help the shit-eating smirk in the kiss. He did it. He made her crumble and now, she was all his. Good girl was now gone for good.
The kiss was animalistic, predatory, almost like they wanted to consume each other. Hands roaming freely, everywhere at the same time, overstimulating each other, torn between the crave to cum and get the full pleasure and feel of each other and the need to make this last longer.
“I need you closer.” Dick whispered, breaking the kiss, the string of saliva connecting their lips, sweaty bodies making each slap of skin echo through the empty bedroom. The window was open but the cool night air did nothing to make them calm down. If anything it only made them go faster “closer” he groaned, pulling her hips even more onto him, his cock going deeper and harder with each thrust and movement. “Y/N…..”
“Yes!” she grabbed his shoulder blades running nails over the muscles which were flexing under her touch, throwing her head back, being so close, so close, so fucking close. She only had half the mind to move her body faster, regardless of the tearing pain in her legs. She needed this, she wanted this, there was no way she was giving up now. “Dick….. Dick, god! Don’t stop…..”
“I know baby. I’m close too.” His mouth brushed her exposed neck, thrusting harder, helping her get higher and higher, unlike his kisses that travelled lower to worship her perfect, bouncing breasts, sucking on the pebbled nipples.
“Baby! Dick! Don’t stop! Give it to me. Please! Ah! Yes! Yes! So fucking good!”
“Ladies first.” He smirked “cum for me baby. Now.”
With another cry of his name, that followed right into the night, she let go, squirting right on his cock. He fucking made her squirt and the feeling of her juices dripping on him pushed him over the edge as well. Using the last drops of self-control he managed to pull out and cum on her stomach instead of painting her insides. Such a shame all that load went to waste, but that was the only way she would allow him to love her without condom. None of them had a breeding kink.
Not yet, at least.
But who knew what might develop in the future. Dick was pretty sure that the more he made love to her, the less reluctant she would be towards going raw.
But he was patient, once he learned she was not going to run away from him again.
He had her.
“I love you.” he gasped kissing her. This time softer, slower, coming back down on earth. “I love you.”
“Dickie…..” she mumbled, letting him have that sweet moment, hands tangling in his hair, ruffling those silky strands. “Dick….”
“This just sound so right. I don’t think I can ever stop saying that.” He caressed her cheek gently closing his eyes and enjoying those three words. “I love you. “
“I love you too, boy wonder. Bird boy. My boy.”
“Yes. I’m yours. And you’re mine. Say it.’
“I’m yours Dickie.”
“God, I can’t get enough of you.” he was absolutely ready to go for round three but she laughed lightly, putting a hand on his heart and stopping him.
“Give me a little break, my vigilante. I know you have stamina, but I’m not as resilient as you. “ Y/N tried to push him away a bit, but he just grabbed her wrist, putting it to his mouth and kissing it gently, nibbling on the soft skin, before moving to brush his lips over each of her knuckles, the simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her insides melt. His every action being the testament to the words of affection from before.
“Don’t ever push me away princess. Not again.”
“I promise. No more.” she gasped, her voice trembling due to the sensation, barely holding it in.
“Good,” Dick kissed her forehead briefly and moved away, making her whine for him “I’m just gonna grab some water and towel to clean you up, baby. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He put on his pants and went to grab the necessary things.
In the meantime, she reached for the blanket, wrapped herself in the soft fabric and stood up to stretch a bit. Her body felt as sore as it was alive because of him. The second she put feet on the floor, her gaze travelled towards that little thing that Dick threw there before they really started going. The one that “wasn’t important”. And the sudden realization of what it was made her tense at once.
Her picture.
Right….
Cause, technically speaking he still had girlfriend.
Oh, the bubble burst and the reality hurt when Y/N bend and picked the photo, inspecting the damaged frame and broken glass. There it was. The real way Dick felt about his girlfriend.” It’s nothing important…” was what he said. But was it really? Or maybe he was just playing with Y/N’s feelings and emotions, just trying to get what he wanted?
“Baby?” speak of the devil. He was standing in the doorframe, glass in one hand, cloth in the other. God! He looked so hot with his perfectly chiseled chest and abs on full display, mess of a hair and boyish look on his face. His voice was laced with honey until he figured out what she was holding. “No.” it only took him a second to put the things away and move towards her. Slowly, he took the picture from her hands “No, baby. Don’t.”
“But……”
“Look at me.” He put a finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes “every word I told you was true. I love you. I want to be with you.”
“I know…. But I also know that a broken hearted girl can act unpredictable and ….. dangerous…. I don’t want you to give up on me…. on us…. when she goes crazy and …..”
“Hey. She’s not going to hurt you. I won’t let that happen. I promise.” He pulled Y/N closer, giving her all the comfort he possibly could. What he did not say out loud was that his girlfriend (or rather ex-girlfriend, even if she didn’t know that yet) actually could be a bit of a psychopath. After a while of the fake relationship with her he was actually painfully aware of that. But he was not going to let anything happen to his only true love, Y/N. He would protect her, no matter what it took. “I can’t believe you think so little of me….” He muttered.
“Dick?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Kiss me again.” Y/N whispered, suddenly becoming hungry for his touch afresh.
He didn’t need to be told twice, out of instinct unwrapping the blanket from her body and grabbing her ass, lifting her up, her legs and arms wrapping around him tightly, caressing his chest and back, almost like she was in a trance. Apparently Y/N changed her mind and found some more strength in her.
“You’re mine.” He repeated, almost like he needed another verbal reminder of that little fact.
It was just so easy to get lost in her. Until…..
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!” unknown female voice cut into Dick’s and Y/N’s moans and groans and all their sounds of pleasure, making them freeze immediately.
“Sienna?” Dick managed to say “What are you doing here?” his first reaction was shielding Y/N with his body. Ever the gentleman.
This was not good. Not good at all.
To be continued?
Tags(I swear I am not tagging ageless blog in my smuts, so either put it in bio or suffer in silence): @miraculous-panic @mvchmp @xlatinaaxx
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the better brother
disclaimers: literally just a brothers best friend au and i had to keep their dynamic because i refuse to live in denial. kinda ooc but not really..
not proofread. brain too dead for that. will proofread later.
rin itoshi knew who you were. you were the only person that his brother brought home, sae's bestfriend.
rin had encountered you in the hallways or in the common areas of his childhood home and was polite, making sure to acknowledge your presence.
from your few interactions, rin found it odd that you actually enjoyed being around sae. sae was miserable and bitched at you, 99% of the time. rin never understood the dynamic.
one day as he walked past sae's bedroom, he caught wind of the conversation.
"i'm just saying, rin's the cuter brother." your voice sounded through the crack of the door, leaving rin stunned.
"don't make me hate you. those are fighting words." sae mumbled, his face scrunching in disgust.
"i'm just saying the truth. you guys are way more alike than you think. you created an extra emo, dramatic version of yourself. no wonder you can't stand him." you sigh, small grin coating your features.
"y/n, please. i can tolerate you and your attitude but this is just insulting." sae straight faces as he throws a pillow at your head. rin takes that as his chance to stalk off towards the kitchen.
'cute?' rin repeats in his mind, your words resonating with him for multiple reasons.
1. you thought he was cute?
2. him and sae being alike? yuck, rin would rather eat dirt.
3. he is not dramatic, nor extra.
so, it was safe to say that you were on rin's mind a lot heavier than you ever had been. however, rin had never interacted with you for longer than 2 minutes, so he had no idea of what you were like.
****
a week later, rin pulled open the door to see your face. you happened to be coming over to help sae train but rin was too busy studying your face to step aside and allow you in.
"earth to rin, i'm trying to come inside." you straightfaced, eyebrow raised as you stared at the blue-eyed boy.
"oh..my bad." he mumbled, stumbling awkwardly to the side and allowing you to proceed further into the house.
"'ts fine. sae out back?" you questioned as you slipped your shoes off.
"yea, he's waiting for you. i think.." he replied. "cool, thanks rinny." you chirped before bounding out to the backyard where your energy was flipped by sae who wanted to train earlier today.
"rinny?" rin mumbled to himself as he wandered to his room.
rin had finally gotten a good look at you. you were beautiful, he's never really been interested in anything other than soccer but suddenly, he had an infatuation with the one thing, he may never be able to have.
there was a pro to this situation. if rin successfully managed to 'woo' you and become your friend, or boyfriend, he would have successfully one-upped his brother and managed to get himself a (girl)friend in the process.
but to do so, rin needed a strategy. so, rin devised a plan to make you his.
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step 1: get you alone.
rin decided that the most difficult step, would be to find time to pry you away from the leech, that was his brother. therefore, he decided to deploy his first plan.
"sae." rin knocked on the door, awaiting his brother's irritable face. as if on routine, sae swings the door open harshly, his hands crossed over his chest. you were sitting at his desk, spun around to watch the interaction.
"there's a package at the door for you." he answered before sae could reply with an irritable "what".
sae scoffs before turning back to let you know that 'he'd be right back', you shrugged it off and leaned further into the desk chair. rin moved to the side as sae strolled downstairs to sign for his 'package'.
rin watched carefully as sae descended down the stairs before his eyes focused on you.
****
step 2: talk to you.
"um...how are you, y/n?" rin asked, awkwardly as he plodded in the entryway.
"i'm fine. you?" you replied.
"i'm alright, i was just wondering...why do you hang around sae?" he asked, the question hung in the air for a moment while you thought.
"hmm...sae happens to be one of the few people with a personality like mine. so, i hang around." you answer honestly.
ever since you and sae were in highschool, you've heard your fair complaints about your nonchalant attitude and intense behavior when it came to your passions. but, there came a day when you met sae itoshi and you immediately argued with him. a day later, you approached sae with a lukewarm apology and the odd friendship grew from there.
"do you like him?" rin asked, his hands fumbling with the hem of his shirt.
"absolutely not. he's a drama king. if i was with him, i'd loose my mind but, why do you have so many questions?" you asked, your curiosity peaked as you slowly crept towards the entryway.
"just...curious. i'll leave now, sae 'll be back soon." rin rambled before stalking off to his room.
you were left confused by rin's sudden curiosity but this sudden interest piqued your infatuation with the dark-hair boy.
****
step 3: get closer with you.
"y/n, let's go to the convenience store." sae started as he laid off the edge of his bed.
"i'm not feeling great, actually. i'll rest for a bit, get me something healing, yea?" you asked, leaning into the corner of the bed, curled into yourself.
"hmm, you better not be getting sick. i'll run and grab some medicine for you. i'll start some tea and ask rin to bring it up for you." he muttered, sliding his body to his feet before slipping out the door.
sae hobbles downstairs before preparing a cup of tea and gathering his belongings before looking towards rin, who was sprawled against the couch.
"i'm going to grab some medicine, can you bring y/n this tea once it gets hot?" sae asks as he throws his coat over his shoulders.
rin hummed as he watched his brother walk out the door. the tea finished warming up and he immediately set out to deliver your tea.
"you alright?" rin questioned as he placed the tea onto the side table.
"mm, just feeling a little gross." you mumbled before slowly reaching towards the tea cup.
"hmm, sae 'll be back soon but i can stay with you until he gets back?" rin offered as he stood at the side of the bed.
"i dont mind." you mumble before sipping the tea, quietly.
rin silently sat in the room, watching you as you gently fell asleep. he reached out to feel the crook of your neck and you were warmer than an average, healthy person.
"you feel like you have a fever... you probably feel way worse than you seem." rin mumbled as he ran downstairs to grab a cold towel so he could help alleviate the heat of your body.
"rin, you're s' handsome." you mumble as he places the cold towel on your forehead.
rin's cheeks lit on fire at the unconscious compliment. it gave him a slight insight into how you felt towards him, despite the lack of interactions between you two.
"t-thank you. sleep... i'll be here until sae gets back." he answered hurrily, rushing his words.
"don' go." you mumbled. when you came to your senses, you were definitely gonna slap yourself for all this whining, you were exposing yourself and you didn't like it.
"i'll be here y/n. just rest, ok?" rin confirmed, smiling at you sweetly and brushing the hair off of the cold towel. making sure to keep a check on your health until his brother comes back and kicks him out from his room.
"all i said was bring her tea. not sit with her and play nurse. out!" sae quietly yells as he watches rin take his final glances at you before walking out.
****
step 4: confess? or attempt too?
"y/n, can we talk?" rin peeped his head into sae's room when he noticed him run to the bathroom.
"yea, what's up?" you asked, head hanging off the side of the bed.
"i was wondering..if you wanted to go-" rin started, hands nervously rubbing against each other before sae bursts into his room, staring at his brother and his best friend.
"why are you in here, rin and why do you keep bugging y/n." sae straight-faces, staring at his dark-haired brother.
"me and you both know he's not bothering me, sae." you reply, face deadpan as usual causing sae to roll his eyes slightly.
"your number....i was asking for y/n's number." rin blurted out, ignoring the side conversation that was seemingly about to begin between his brother and you.
"oh..." your head turns immediately, eyes widening slightly before holding your hand out, waiting for rin to hand it to you so you could enter ur number.
"but why do you need their number?" sae questions, eyebrows raised unnaturally high.
"none of your business." rin answers before taking his phone and walking towards the bedroom door.
"i'll text you..." rin mumbles as he catches your eyes in a quick glance before walking out of the room.
*****
final step: actually confess
you and rin had been texting and calling back and forth for weeks now, just taking time to get to know each other a bit more before the two of you had finally decided to meet up at a small cafe that was in the busier part of town.
rin was sweating bullets, now that he had taken time to learn about you and all the things you enjoyed doing. he fell even harder and let you into his life, even allowing you to call him while he does his daily mediation, sometimes.
you, were normally a very calm person. your crush on sae's brother had never been a problem until rin's sudden interest and now that you two were finally going out...alone. you were starting to feel a bit nervous.
sae was aware of the situation and contrary to what many would believe, he could care less. he thinks it'd be weird to see you happy to be around anyone, especially someone like his lukewarm brother but, at the end of the day. you're his bestfriend and despite how bitchy you get with him, he only wants to see you happy.
as you walked into the cafe, you caught rin at a table in the corner. conveniently looking disgusted to be there, as he normally did in public.
"hi rinrin!" you wave, even though you're right in front of him.
"hey...so i made you come all the way out here so we can talk but, are you hungry?" he asks, glancing away slightly. his ears we're currently glowing a shade of cherry red that could be perfect for a makeup pigment.
"not really but they have good smoothies. i think i'll order one....also, it must be an important talk for us to come all the way out here." you answered, flipping through the menu before choosing a smoothie flavor.
"i'll pay...don't worry about it." rin mumbles, sliding some cash on the table as you place your order.
"oh....thank you." your face warms slightly, you have to thank yourself for your lack of blushing.
"so...there's honestly no more beating around the bush. i'll be honest and say that i have a thing for you...a romantic thing. and don't feel forced to reciprocate...i understand if you're uninterested or don't want to ruin your friendship with sae." he word vomits, face a beautiful shade of pink as he stares into his water cup. your eyes widened, partially in disbelief and partially in awe.
"you've gotta be stupid if you think i wouldn't reciprocate. i've liked you for a while and sae knows, he doesn't care much. just finds it weird, i don't think anything could come between our friendship. i'm the only person who'll shag balls for him during his trainings." you reply, trying to control your excitement considering rin itoshi, just confessed to you.
the same rin itoshi that you've liked for a weird amount of time. rin, your bestfriends brother who doesn't really like anything except his self care and soccer...rin, who you thought hated you.
"that was actually way easier than i thought... i've been stressing about this for a while. since you had the flu, actually." rin breathes out, small grin gracing his features. "kind of surprised sae doesn't care, i thought this would piss him off." rin chuckles gently, running his fingers through his hair absentmindedly.
"wow, confessing just to piss your brother off? you guys are a new breed of haters." you laugh, savoring the small grin, knowing that you'll hopefully have plenty of opportunities to see this rare scene, more often.
"i really like you y/n...and i'd like to be your boyfriend." rin asks gently, allowing the laughter to subside.
"of course, rinrin. i'd love to have you as my boyfriend." smiles gently, reaching over the table to rub his knuckles softly.
a/n: love-hate relationship for this fic. but i must feed the rin stans. i'm determined to convert you guys into sae stans. accept he is the better brother 🤞🏿🤞🏿.
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just a quick melody
producer!shuri.u x singer!reader
warnings: fluff, reader & shuri have a daughter
a/n: i’ve been obsessed with empire & producer!shuri like…it’s unhealthy atp. this is rlly short but, i just wanted to put something out while im busy.
it was in the middle of the night, you and shuri were working on a song in the studio room after just putting your daughter, amani, to bed. shuri had offered to help you with your new album, and who were to reject? your girlfriend saved your ass multiples times, you knew she’d do good on this.
as she was working on the beat, you were finishing up your lyrics when—
“MOMMY, MAMA!!” you heard your daughter from upstairs. you and shuri shared a look before dropping your work and heading to her bedroom.
“coming, baby!” you yelled as you both walked up the stairs. once you reached her door you flicked on her lights and there she sat, teddy bear in a tight grip, hair fresh out of her bonnet from tossing and turning, and tear streaks down her plump cheeks.
“what happened, tiny?” shuri asked as you both sat beside amani and she wiped the tears away with her thumb.
“i had a nightmare..”
“oh, mama,” you cooed, securing her bonnet back on her head then bringing her in a hug, rubbing her arm. “what was it about?”
“a big scary monster! and it was living under my bed!”
“any monster should know not to mess with amani udaku!” shuri commented, “they must not know how strong you are?” she pressed into amani’s side, erupting giggles from the 5 year old.
“if that monster messes with you, you know what you need to do?” you questioned, the young girl pondered for a minute before smiling.
“sing and it will go away!” she beams.
“that’s right, encinci, becauseee?”
“monsters don’t like music!”
“and don’t worry, we’ll help you.” you caressed her cheek and gave those pleading eyes as she asked you, “could we sing my favorite song?”
“anything you want, babygirl.” you smiled, and picked up a tv remote.
you and shuri started to snap your fingers in a melodic rhythm.
sometimes you feel insecure, trust me babe, i understand
even with no manicure, just know that i’ll still hold your hand
you and shuri made sure that you both would public radio-fy the song, just to make it more appropriate for her, and she still loved it.
you’re so beautiful,
(shake it, shake it)
give the world a show
(move it, move it)
go up down up down up down
you watched as your daughter started to visibly relax, as she mimicked your hand movements, going up into the air then falling down at her lap.
you’re so pretty when wear that
curly hair, pretty dress, ooo, where’d you get that?
beautiful heart, somethin’ like a bypass
you can go first, i can get you high class, baby
amani did always enjoy seeing you both perform, but you could tell she had a strong love for seeing her mama rap on stage. she would beg you to let her watch her whenever she would be on live tv. you would always have to tell shuri before she went on to use the censored version, to spare the children, specifically hers, she was always happy to oblige.
dang, you’re so perfect, underneath the surface and you got a (smile like the sunshine)
you keep it classy
your shoes are giuseppe, and dang it! (you got me tongue tied, baby)
you both hopped up from the bed, and as shuri began to tuck amani back in her covers, she lowered and slowed her voice.
amani yawned as her head hit the pillow, snuggling up as sleep overtook her.
youre so beautiful (shake it, shake it)
give the world a show
go up down, up down, up down
placing a final kiss to your daughters forehead, she finally knocked out.
you and shuri quietly closed the door behind you, leaving amani to go throughout the night without a single nightmare.
#shuri udaku#shuri x reader#shuri x y/n#mcu shuri#shuri x black! fem! reader#bpwf#shuri fic#shuri#letitia wright#i live for my babies to be happy🥹
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Note: this is a request by an anon, I have turned it into a Halloween setting for spooky season :) this is the first time I try to write in the present time! so excuse me for any mistakes, I am not used to writing like this but wanted to give it a try.
Warnings: smut! 18+!!
pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)
summary: Sihtric needed to be reminded that you only belong to him.
wordcount: 1,5k
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'Are you ready for your check-up, sir?'
Uhtred's Halloween party was a busy one, like every year. And like every year, since you've been with Sihtric, you would attend the party together. Sihtric had proposed to you a few months ago, and yet, you still couldn't agree on a couples costume, which was also a problem every year. And this year wasn't any different. You were dressed up as a hot nurse, which Sihtric didn't mind, while he had made a poor attempt by dressing up as Michael Myers. Without the mask and keeping his long hair braided, with his curls in the back. So he was just wearing a blue coverall, which made him look like a hot mechanic actually, but it just wasn't a fun outfit. But then you suddenly had an idea. Because, in an odd way, it actually was a bit of a matching couples outfit afterall, you realised, and grabbed some fake blood you bought earlier that day.
'Michael goes on a murderspree at the Haddonfield hospital in the second Halloween movie,' you grin as you splatter your future husband with fake blood, 'so you can still be Michael, without the mask,' you roll your eyes, 'and I'll just be one of the nurses.'
'Yeah, that works,' Sihtric shrugs, not really caring about matching outfits anyway.
He then enjoys the view as you splash some fake blood on your pushed up cleavage, and some on your arms.
'By the way,' Sihtric says with a wolfish smile, 'your tits look amazing in that latex dress.'
'Just my tits?' you furrow your brow as you turn your back towards him, washing your hands in the sink.
'And your ass,' Sihtric says as he moves up behind you, placing his hands on your buttocks to give a firm squeeze, making you jump lightly. 'And those legs too,' he smiles as he traces his fingertips up your thigh, 'you could wear those fishnets some other time too, you know?'
'Oh, could I?' you smile as you lock eyes in the mirror in front of you, 'you mean in the bedroom?'
'Mhm,' Sihtric hums and wraps his arms around your waist, 'that's exactly what I mean,' he gives a quick kiss to your cheek, then says, 'or, well, not just in the bedroom. Anywhere I can get you alone for even five minutes would work.'
'Of course,' you laugh and turn to him again, wrapping your arms around his neck, 'well, I'll think about it,' you grin and kiss his lips, 'let's go, honey. We're already running late.'
Sihtric thought your tits, ass and legs looked great in that nurse outfit, and much to his displeasure, almost everyone at the party seemed to share his thoughts. Almost all the other ladies are dressed up as some slutty version of a first responder too, but most eyes were landing on you, for some reason. And Sihtric has been biting his tongue for nearly an hour already, watching guy after guy come up to you whenever you stray even slightly from his side. He understands those men think you look hot, but how they think you are single is beyond him, as that huge rock around your ring finger should be clear enough of a sign that you are taken and in a committed relationship.
'Honey,' you say as you wrap your arms around Sihtric, noticing his sour face, 'what's the matter, babe? You look upset.'
Sihtric mumbles something inaudible and rubs his hand over his frustrated, blood splattered face as he circles one arm around you. And then he sees a guy walk by who has his eyes on your ass, and seconds later, another guy winks at you. And finally, Sihtric loses it.
'I want to go home, love,' he suddenly says, 'I've seen enough here.'
'What?' you ask, confused, 'babe, we just got here like an hour ago? I mean, shit, I'm not even tipsy and you want to go home already? Are you not feeling well, sweetie?'
'No, it's,' Sihtric sighs, 'every fucking guy here keeps flirting with you, eyeing up, trying to hit on you. It just pisses me off. I'm not having fun anymore.'
'Oh, sweetheart, come on,' you groan as you look up at him, your chin on his chest, 'you know I have no eyes for anyone that is not you,' you say and move your hands to his fine ass, 'others can look, but you're the only one who gets to touch,' you smile.
'Yeah, well, they shouldn't look or even attempt anything,' he says, 'can't they see the ring around your finger, I mean… what the fuck?'
'You're usually so good with this stuff,' you say, 'so calm. What's different tonight that it's getting at you?'
'I don't know, baby,' Sihtric says and shakes his head lightly, 'I'm… I'm just not feeling that confident tonight, I guess. I'm sorry, I don't know why.'
'Oh, hon,' you pout and cup his cheeks, 'that's okay, love. But you know you have nothing to worry about, right?'
'Right, yeah,' he mumbles, not very convincing.
'Hey,' you say sternly, 'you have nothing to worry about. I'm yours and yours alone, no matter how many other men may look at me or try to hit on me. I'm yours only,' you reassure him and kiss his cheek.
And just when your lips leave his cheek, another random guy comes up to you.
'H-hey,' the stranger slurs, 'can you… like… ch-chh-check up on my c-cock, nurse?'
You give the stranger a nasty face while Sihtric becomes furious.
'No, I'm a private nurse,' you hiss and quickly push your partner away from the drunk, 'and I have an appointment now!'
You push Sihtric towards the entrance hall of Uhtred's house, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. You lock the door and turn to face Sihtric, who is staring at you with big eyes.
'Are you ready for your check-up, sir?' you pur as you push him against the wall and unzip his coverall.
'Wha-' Sihtric wants to ask, but immediately bites back a moan when you take his hardening arousal in your hands, 'oh,' he sighs and leans back against the bathroomwall.
'Hm,' you hum and kiss his lips, 'I need it to be a little harder,' you whisper in his ear before you kiss his neck, 'can you get a little harder for me, baby?'
'Mhm,' Sihtric hums with a smile and chuckles, 'yes, nurse.'
'Good,' you say and sink down to your knees, 'perfect,' you smile up at him as you work his length with your hands, enjoying the sigh of his toned torso peeking out between his unzipped coveralls.
You lock eyes with Sihtric as you lick the tip of his cock, causing him to bite down on his lip, and he throws his head back when you wet his cock with your saliva before you take him in your mouth. You suck him off for a good while, enjoying the way he twitches on your tongue and how he struggles to contain his moans.
'It's good to let it all out,' you tease, after almost making him finish, but you get up from your knees just before. 'I need to check your pulse now,' you drag your lips and tongue over his neck, biting and sucking his pulsepoint, earning moans and whines from your man continuously.
'Yeah, that sounds good,' you husk, then kiss his lips as Sihtric grabs your waist.
You turn around and bend over the bathroom sink, locking eyes in the mirror again with Sihtric, just like you did before, at home.
'I need you to fuck me now,' you grin as you wiggle your ass at him, 'real hard, so I can determine your levels of anger and frustration.'
Sihtric licks his lips as his hand runs down your back, he shoves your latex dress up slightly, pulls your thong to the side and rips half of your fishnet tights before he eagerly pushes inside you.
'Fuck,' he sighs and closes his eyes, biting down on his lip.
'Yeah, just like that,' you pur when Sihtric slowly thrusts into you, 'a little harder now.'
Sihtric listens and quickens his pace gradually, taking you deeper. It doesn't take long before you both become a moaning mess, and then Sihtric loses his self control fully.
'Yes, yes!' you moan with a smile, 'fucking give it to me, bad boy.'
You giggle at Sihtric's growl as he continues to ravage you in that bathroom, remembering he's the only one who gets to touch you and enjoy you. You claw at the sink, knocking over tiny bottles of soap and a glass with a toothbrush, while Sihtric pounds into you without mercy.
'I need you to claim me,' you moan, 'fill me up with your cum.'
And only seconds later, Sihtric finishes inside you with a heavy grunt, filling you up and claiming you while he pulls your hair and has a hand around your neck, just as you had ordered.
And after he zips up his coveralls again, and you pull down your dress as far as it would allow, you both look at each other, and break out in soft laughter.
'Feeling a little better, honey?' you ask and wrap your arms around his neck.
'Yeah,' Sihtric smiles, his cheeks a soft shade of pink, 'thank you, nurse,' he laughs softly and pulls you in for a kiss.
'Good,' you smile and nuzzle his nose, 'I love you.'
'And I love you,' he whispers and holds you tightly in his arms for a moment.
'Still want to go home?'
'Maybe,' Sihtric says with a cheeky smile, 'but only so I can hit that fine ass of yours again.'
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Dottore x GN! Reader
A/N: Heyy !! im so glad to see such a wonderful response to my previous post I very much enjoyed reading the comments lol. Anyways here is a fluffy fic that is based around the reader making Dottore a scarf, I have more characters in a similar scenario as this in the works so I'll try to post those soon !! I hope you enjoy the fic :))
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Being brought to Snezhnaya you had to get used to the cold , one of the ways you did this was developing a new hobby. You had taken the time to learn how to knit although painstaking and your fingers were slightly sore after practising you had managed to learn the ins and outs of the basics. Your first practice project was a scarf of your own , however after you had finished your scarf you eagerly began a new project: a scarf for your lover. It did get pretty cold in his lab , and whenever he went to his business meetings he would always come back and complain about the Snezhnayan climate. So you decided to maybe solve this problem of his.
You had set out and procured some of the softest yarn you could get your hands on for his scarf , you weren't about to knit him an itchy scarf no-siree. As you sit down on the shared bed you set out your materials , as you start your project you hum to yourself enjoying how calming this new hobby was. The yarn was snuggly wrapped around your fingers as you maneuvered the yarn around the needles slowly but surely making steady progress , you couldn't help but feel excited to see how your lover would react to such a gift.
After a few weeks of dedicating yourself to this project you were finally done! Although you did have a few close calls of Dottore almost catching you and your top secret project. Luckily you have been able to hide it just in time whilst keeping Dottore’s suspicion low. How exactly you managed to do this successfully is beyond you , but you knew better than to question it. Back to the present as soon as you had finished you did a quick overview of the scarf looking at every stitch checking and making sure it was absolutely perfect he deserved nothing less. After you were sure that everything was up to standard you cleared up your materials hurriedly and took the scarf holding it close to your chest as you rushed out of your bedroom and walked down the many halls that lead to your lover's lab. The closer and closer you etched closer towards his workplace you could feel an involuntary soft smile make its way onto your face. You couldn't contain your excitement as your paces fastened with every step you took , almost bursting from anticipation of his reaction. Alongside the smile on your face you could feel your heart begin to skip a beat , my goodness you were certainly very in love with this man.
Once you were outside his lab , just by the doors you stood there. A wave of anxiousness came over you, the hand that was lifted to knock on his lab doors hesitated suspended in the air , waiting for any indication of action to be taken. With this sudden rush of anxiety , unwanted thoughts begin to swarm your mind ‘what if he's super busy with work? What if I'm going to disturb him and mess everything up? What if he doesn't even like the scarf?.’ All these thoughts were redundant yet you still couldn't help but let them consume you. Your hand lowered itself as it now dangled next to you almost limp as your previous enthusiasm began to slowly drain away. How could you feel so helpless it's just a scarf and it's making you feel like this ? It was simply ridiculous. Before you had the chance to turn back and attempt to gift him this scarf at another time the doors to his lab begin to open as you can hear the familiar voice of your lover leak into the hall , as well as the blinding lights from within spilling into the hall and illuminating your face. Your breathing hitches as you begin to panic , almost instinctively you hide the scarf that was held to your chest behind you back.
What you didn't see coming was that Dottore was so preoccupied with his thoughts and assumed that no one would be standing right Infront of his lab doors he almost bumps into. He let out a slight exclamation of surprise when he realised that it was his beloved who was standing outside his lab ‘Oh? My dear, what brings you to my lab? Were you looking for me , is there something bothering you my love? Hm~?’ Although his eyes were covered by his mask , by the way he held you and the tone of voice he was using you could just tell that his eyes were giving you the softest look he was able to give. Just imaging that made your cheeks heat up. You manage to give him a response ‘ nothing is wrong my love i - …. I just came to visit you is all , I was feeling awfully lonely without you’ Although there was some truth behind what you had just told him, Dottore found it obvious that you were trying to conceal something. His hands which were currently holding your arms that were leading towards your back , he slithered his hands down to your waist as he leaned closer. With this sudden action you could feel your body grow warm as you felt quite flustered, you hadn't expected him to be so touchy straight off the bat. You were right to be suspicious of his actions as you could feel Dottore's hands find your own which were gripping onto the scarf that you had made for him. Without a second to spare the scarf is gently taken out of your grasp as he pulls away from you to be able to examine what he had just taken from you. He pushes the lab door open wider to let more light through to be able to fully observe the item , you glance inside the lab to see some of his clones working , they manage to catch you and you send them a small smile and the clone enthusiastically responds by blowing a kiss in your direction . You couldn't help but chuckle at this to yourself.
However you are brought back to the situation at hand when you hear Dottore clear his throat in a quite obvious manner in order to gain your attention again. He rubs the scarf in between his fingers feeling the softness of the yarn ‘So … who is this garment for ?’ you let out a nervous laugh , before you answer his question ‘well- it's for you , I've been learning how to knit and since you always say that it's too cold I thought that I would make a scarf for you to use’. After you had said this Dottore's suave demeanour completely vanished. He brought his hand up to his mask as he lifted it up to be able to make direct eye contact with you. His beautiful crimson eyes , surrounded by scar tissue, were watering ‘my love…’ was all he could breathe out before bringing you into an almost bone crushing hug. He whispered into your ear ‘ My dear I will cherish this scarf for as long as my body continues to live , I shall wear it to show of your exquisite craftsmanship’ As soon as he had finished praising you , he began to leave an abundance of kisses all over your face , gentle yet firm kisses all grateful to have a partner who has taken the time to gift him something. It had always been him spending hours in his labs working for others creating things for them and now the tables had turned , he was now on the receiving end for once. He was overjoyed that it was you as well , his first gift ever was given to him by his beloved.
However only one dilemma now prevailed , the clones were bound to get jealous and come and find you to ask for you to make them scarves too , and of course you obliged , soon enough you had made countless scarves but you didn't mind it was worth seeing their cute reactions each time , why were you so worried in the first place?
#dottore#dottore x reader#genshin x reader#fatui harbingers#genshin dottore#genshin impact#genshin fandom#genshin fanfic
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Connecting with your spirit guides
Hello, before I go on and about the information here, I just want you to know that I am sharing knowledge coming from a book called “The Witches Way”, published by Leanna Greenaway and Shawn Robbins :) It’s particular penchant is mainly Wiccan, but the books purpose it serves is a guide to modern-day witchcraft. I’m here to divulge information for our fellow beginner witches, who are still educating through their practice and journey, just like the majority of the witches that mentors and teaches. Although, this posts purpose is probably not aimed to how to start getting into your spiritual journey, but it could be something you’d want to learn later on. I hope you understand. But of course, I’ll post the essentials about how to start and where to start. Keep on learning little witchlings!! <33
Your guide will never want to frighten you, so it is unlikely that they will suddenly appear before your eyes in the cold light of day. To reach a successful connection, you must be prepared to experience a deeper level of consciousness. It can take a lot of practice to perfect, and only when you are at an advanced state in the meditative process can you begin to see visions.
These will usually occur when you are in the middling stage between sleep and wakefulness or in the moments before you wake up. You might also want to keep a motepad and pen next to your bed, as it is common to be told relevant information in dream sleep.
From Leanna Greenaway/Shawn Robbins, „Over the years and with a lot of practice, I have mastered the art of connection. For me, it’s like looking at a screen, a bit like a video recording. The background is black and the images appear with gold edges. The pictures move like they would in a video and last anywhere between one and three minutes. Prior to the visions, I sometimes hear a ringing sound, a bit like tinnitus but not as annoying. This is when I know my soul is turning into a higher frequency and I have finally connected.”
Read on for simple tips and steps to help you achieve a connection with your spirit guide
Items to have nearby
Crystals are very good to dot around the house, as they balance the energies in a room and can also help you to ground yourself. The seven crystals below are good if you want to promote successful meditation. I recommend that you house these stones somewhere in the bedroom. There is no need to spend a fortune on them when purchasing; small, polished versions, or tumble stones, can work just as well as large, more-expensive pieces. The choice is yours.
Angelite , used for summoning guides and angels
Amethyst , a calming stone sed to enhance psychic ability and meditation
Clear quartz , amplifies healing energy; known as the master healing stone
Rose quartz , good for relieving stress and tension; restores the aura by replacing negative energy with positive energy, boosts a live vibration
Black tourmaline , a ground stone that connects the Earth with the human spirit; aligns with chakras
Aventurine , energises the Heart Chakra for wellbeing and emotions
Carnelian , improves concentration during meditation
Mindful meditation
People begin with a series of meditation techniques when first trying to connect to their spirit guides. Before embarking on any spirit communication, it is imperative that you meditate for at least thirty minutes.
Lots of people find it hard to meditate for thirty minutes, but once you get the hang of if, it’s very easy. Those of you who have researched meditation will know there are hundreds of ways to get into a meditative state. There is also a wealth of information online that can help you find the right method for you.
If you choose to perform your meditation during the waking hours, select a crystal and hold it in your hand. If you want to use all of them in your meditation, sit and space the stones in a circle around the base of the chair you’re using or on the floor, should you choose to go without a chair.
If you hope to meditate during your sleeping hours, situate the stone(s) either under the bed or next to wherever you are sleeping. Make sure the house is quiet and sit or lie in the lotus position (sitting with legs crossed and hands on knees) as depicted in some books just make sure that you are cozy, snug, and completely relaxed. People find lying in the fetal position, under the covers, in their bed the best position. You might prefer to lie on your back or sit upright; it’s completely up to you!
First, concentrate on every part of your body, starting with your feet. Relax the feet, focusing on each toe being completely floppy, then work up the body to the ankle, calf muscles, and so fourth. Your aim is to be totally still, allowing yourself to become calm and tranquil. When you get to the area below the waist, hold a pelvic floor exercise for ten seconds, then clench your buttocks for a few seconds and relax. When you get to the top part of your body, raise your shoulders up toward your neck for five seconds before releasing them. You will feel a tingling sensation as they fall back to their usual position. Take your time. By the time you reach your facial muscles, you should be feeling extremely relaxed. Second, breathe steadily, either through your nose or mouth — whichever is most comfortable. Take a deep, slow breath inward and then exhale slowly. Repeat this for a few minutes or until you start to feel weightless. Clear your mind. Behind your closed eyes, focus in the darkness you see. See if you can pick out any shapes or lights.
Ask questions
At this stage, you should be in a meditative state, so now is the time to ask your guides for information. In your mind, ask your guide a series of questions, focusing on each question for a few minutes.
„I would like my guide to visit me. Are you there? Can you show yourself to me?
You might see patterns and shapes behind your eyes or feel a strange sensation of belonging. The experience is different for everyone. If you don’t feel anything, don’t be disheartened. Remember, some guides will not show themselves to you while uou are awake and might wait until a time when you are asleep. They know you better than you know yourself and may think that you are not ready to receive them in a conscious state.
„Please show me your gender. Are you male, female, or nonbinary?”
At this point, you must tune in physically and trust your inner thoughts and instincts. Imagine you are standing in front of a being. Tap into the energies and trust your very first answer.
„can you tell me your name, please?”
It might take several meditations before you receive this answer, but, once again, trust those instincts—you have them for a reason. Allow your imagination to expand. Your guides name may not come quickly or even come to you at all when meditating. You might be given the name a few days later, so look out for signs. If, during the following days, you hear the same name repeatedly, perhaps on TV or the radio, it could be your guide nudging you gently. Alternatively, you might wake up one morning with a clear name in your head.
Once you have your guides name, you are on your way to connecting with them fully. If you are serious about making a connection with your guide, you must meditate every night before going to sleep. People often fall asleep during meditation; this is quite alright. When you arrive at a meditative state, your vibration rises and your energy starts to change and evolve. It does take lots of practice, so never give up. After a while you will be able to slip into this relaxed state quickly and summon your guide as needed.
Thank you for reading this. For all the beginner witches out there, I hope you grow more and more accustomed to your spiritual journey, and find your own path 🤍 please remember that you can find your own path to witchcraft — there’s no set formula, just a bunch of practices that you can choose to use. Witchcraft can be used for anything — from protection to success in certain aspects of life. If you want to know more, you may check out my quotev or tiktok account. I have posted information relating to these topics there, but I’m posting irregularly. Especially my tiktok account, I don’t really post there anymore 💔 but the works are still there.
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Sunset Valley - again
Like many of you, I've been following @greenplumbboblover's Sunset Valley Chronicles - or whatever she's named it. (Old-timers' disease!). Which made me nostalgic for SV - probably my favorite town to play. And while I've been playing, I've been re-doing the lots. Because I can!
I moved the family in that multi-colored, hot mess of a house into this one. This was a remake of theirs that was done a gazillion years ago by @lilymayrose. You can see the original over on her blog - which is still active. Or at least up. (Lily's Sim Antics (lilyssimantics.blogspot.com).
Anyway, I did make changes - mostly to the outdoor landscaping. The original had a swimming pool in the backyard and since I have 3 pools in this frammin town, unless you are super rich like the Landgraabs, Altos, or Goths, I expect my lazy sims to use the public facilities. But back to my changes. I resurfaced the driveway and added that spot where the trashcan and bicycles are. Then I resurfaced the sidewalks, moved flowerbeds, and gave them a hot tub. (I'm not entirely mean!)
I didn't do a whole lot to the inside - because I liked her version. Maybe switched out some rugs and got rid of all the toddler junk - because I aged the rugrat up.
Anyway, here's the family - the Single Moms. Fiona has finally come out-of-the-closet and is currently trying her darndest to convince Molly that they should be exclusive. (Their lifetime relationship is around 41 - even though they are supposedly "girlfriends.") I'm guessing, hating your beloved's cookie-cruncher is not the way to endear yourself to the object of one's affections. River - the teen - just wants the 2 of them to keep it in the bedroom. (Fiona is big on public displays of her amorous desires). While the youngest - I forget her name - is just happy to not be living in a shelter. BTW, in my town, she is the product of a drunken one-night-stand that Molly had with that Alvi sim. (The reason his wife bailed on him). Right now, she doesn't know who her dad is.
Then I hopped next door and did a tiny make-over of Jaime's house. I basically tried to keep it as horrible as EA had designed it. I did get rid of their carport and made a new one - sort of an arbor thingie. Then - because the description says this is an Asian-Tudor mix, I added that new siding on the gables after re-doing the roof a tad. I also got rid of that extra front door and replaced all the windows and doors using B5Studios' Grant Park set.
Inside, I left all the wall finishes the way they were. Except for the bathroom. That one I changed. Anyway, I made the kitchen a bit bigger since that front door was deleted, freeing up space. Then I added those Grant Park screens in the dining area. I basically reused her furniture, although here and there I made a few changes. I did get rid of that spare bedroom, making it into an office, since all the doctors I work with, always take their work home with them. I also put up those posters by @kimmiessimmies, because Jaime has a major crush on the lead singer. And she is absolutely sure that if he ever met her, he'd dump that Sadie sim for her - because she is just that BEAUTIFUL!!!! And don't you forget it! Well, you can't because she reminds everyone she meets that she's beautiful and smart! But apparently not smart enough, because she got demoted at work when she bragged about her latest conquest - Thornton Wolff. (Seems her boss, Geoffrey Landgraab - a good friend of Morgana's - was not pleased.)
And here the little tart is! Basically, all I did was change her skin and hair and toned down her make-up. I did give her some new clothes, but some I kept because I don't like having a whole neighborhood of models walking around. And this outfit wasn't that ghastly.
BTW, she's set her sights on a new gene therapist who was recently added to the hospital staff. His family lives in a new house next door to the Keatons. But since he comes from a traditional Chinese family, his parents are having none of it. Like Yumi Sekemoto, they are looking for a nice Asian girl to marry their son to. So, that lets out Ms. Jaime and her BF Pauline Wan. They're on the fence about Tori whatshername.
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Abby/Max :(
This thought has been brewing in the back of my mind for a very long time now, and I feel that, as a certified Abby defender, I must say it.
Abby/Max is toxic. Obviously it's not Abby/Press levels of toxic, but I have this theory that the writers originally intended for MANG to be a complete mess (which they are) but for Ginny to eventually completely drop them and never come back, never have that apologetic reunion etc. I reckon it wasn't until they expanded a bit more on Max and Abby (god knows if they'll ever give Norah an actual story arc) that the writers decided they wanted to keep the friend group around. BUT I also believe that you can see little sprinkles of the original idea with MANG in the existing version of the show.
That's the only way I could try to explain those odd scenes. One in particular comes to mind, and is in fact the entire reason I haven't been able to get this out of my head.
Yes that's right, jurors of the court, "Abby, why are you such an ADD nightmare?"
To those that have not spent their time watching "Abby Litman Scene Pack" videos and, god forbid, that "Sad Abby Litman Scene Pack" one, Abby, in quite normal friend fashion, tries to jokingly draw on Max's face and Max delivers the infamous line.
Abby is so visibly hurt and Max just does not give the slightest fck. And then the cut to Ginny who was laughing along before, her smile suddenly dropping at Max's words? Like dam, that hit me a little hard.
There's this dynamic with Max/Abby that gets more frustrating the more I think about it, and I think it's summed up really well in @/rahnesinclair's fic cool cool cool, fun fun fun (really good fic).
Abby is extremely insecure and Max doesn't care, and in fact often abuses that fact. Not on purpose, Max isn't a bad person (not like someone cough cough) but she takes and takes and takes, and simply gives nothing back. It especially bothers me that Max has supposedly been Abby's best friends since they were toddlers, and I worry that this is how their dynamic has always been. And just like in the fic, it completely crushes me that Max apologised only to Ginny and doesn't even think to apologise to Abby. (Abby really does have reason to be insecure in her relationship with Max, and I think it's so telling when you compare the way Ginny treats Abby in comparison)
Abby has convinced herself she needs Max (and, well, maybe in a way she does) so, just like with all the other problems in her life, she shuts up, sits down, and lets Max be the main character in both of their lives.
All that said, I do also believe the writers will resolve this (unless they forgot about it ;-;) and perhaps then I can go back to writing my MaxAbby fic in peace (I SWEAR TO GOD I REALLY WILL UPDATE IT, I HAVE A SCAFFOLD AND EVERYTHING). They have a habit of always hinting and hinting about Abby's upcoming storylines (Oh look, Abby's gone to the bathroom and doesn't want Ginny to come with her, oh look Abby keeps a stack of food with her in the bedroom, oh look Abby's looks a lil sad today, etc. etc.) but supposedly we've been told she will finally get attention from the writers in the third season (I have a whole list of things I want to see next season for Abby and if I don't get them i will riot) and I hope to see Max's "self-growth" extend towards Abby as well, and not just two very select people.
#abby littman#ginny and georgia#max baker#abby x max#ginny miller#g&g#I still want to ship them tho#I just want abby to be happy#my girl deserves better
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A Self-Insert Story: Solomon × Loue
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W A R N I N G
oc × canon, self-insert, angst, hurt/comfort (?)
Loue's Note: I've been going through an emotional rollercoaster these past few days, and I don’t even know why. I've been feeling less motivated to do the stuff I love doing, even when I'm in the mood to do them. Like when I'm in the mood to draw, but the moment I pick my tablet up, I suddenly lose interest, or I'll think, "Nope, this would cost too much energy. I don't want to do it."
And so here we are; with me having written a self-indulgent story with my comfort character Solomon and my main and original character Loue. I felt like I needed to do this while I still had the energy to write. This may or may not make sense in the end, but I'm not emotionally stable enough to write something that does.
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If you don't like self-insert stories, feel free to ignore this.
It's dark outside. All I could see from looking out my bedroom window was my own reflection, lit up by the bright lights burning in my room.
The Devildom has always been a dark place, but on days like this, it always feels like it can get much darker; much colder, much stranger, and much, much more dangerous. On days like this... It makes me want to succumb to the darkness and let it swallow me whole.
It has been a while since I landed in the past. I felt like I was going to lose control over my own sanity when my demons didn't recognise me, and the realisation finally seeped it. Everyone says I'm good at adapting to situations quickly, but in all honesty, I'm not. I just try to, to keep up with the expectations.
I've been working my hardest for the longest time. It almost never felt like it was appreciated.
I've solved problems, given advice that may or may not have helped, comforted others, fixed broken connections, and I'm sure there's much, much more. But it's never enough. Nothing will ever be enough for them.
I'm not one to complain about my troubles to others, at least not whenever I have the possibility to. I'm one to bottle up my feelings until I explode. And by "exploding," I mean bursting into tears in the safety of my own bedroom. No one can see me like this. I refuse to let them see me like this.
My D.D.D. beeped, receiving a message from the one and only Solomon.
"I've gotten a message from Luke saying he and Barbatos made cakes and cookies together. He asked us if we were willing to be taste-testers."
Desserts made by Luke and Barbatos. I've always loved them; here in the past and in the future. Not only are they delicious, probably the best in all three realms, but they also give me this joyful feeling.
I want to feel that again.
I need to feel that again.
"Luke said that the brothers are with them in the Demon Lord's Castle, and we should hurry before Beelzebub eats every single thing."
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I should want to go. Right? Because they're there. I'm obligated to see them, right? Because they're my...
No. They're not my family. Not those versions of them. I'm just their attendant. That's my job. They don't know me as well as the others back in the future. I don't belong with them. I want to go back. I want to leave this place. I can't take any more of this.
"I want to go home."
My D.D.D. keyboard beeped as I clicked send. Not long after that, I heard footsteps in the distance. They were growing louder and louder. And then they stopped. Right in front of my bedroom door.
"Loue? May I come in?"
While I still had the energy to, I got up from my bed and walked towards the door. I opened it to find Solomon, standing there with a concerned look on his face.
Now that I think about it, he's always been there for me. He's never forced me into difficult situations. He'd always take the heat himself whenever I get in trouble. He would always use his own body to shield me from harm while offering sweet words to calm me down.
And here he is again, holding me close to his chest while patting my head with a gentle touch.
"We don't have to go anywhere. We can just stay indoors and do whatever you want."
"But... I have to go. Don't I...?"
"No. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. At least not when you're with me, I won't allow it."
Solomon picks me up and walks down the hall after closing the door to my room using magic.
"Where are we going?"
"To my room. I have a feeling we will have visitors soon and the first place they'll check is your room, so it's best if you stay in mine until they leave."
"... Can I stay even after they leave?"
The man looked down to meet my eyes, and with a wide smile, he answered, "Of course. You can stay for as long as you want."
Just as Solomon said, the doorbell rang and echoed through the halls of the mansion. He told me to stay while he went out to deal with the problem we both knew was coming. I insisted on going with him to try and calm them down myself, but he refused and left the room after making sure I was comfortable in his bed.
I stayed quiet.
Listening for any hints of arguing and fighting, but there came none. Well, I heard loud voices through the halls for a moment, but it soon died down. It was much quicker than I anticipated. I was expecting loud sets of footsteps rushing their way to me, but nothing like that happened.
I heard a faint sound of the front door open and another faint sound of it closing after twenty minutes. Then, Solomon came back to his room, a tray with milk coffee and sweets in hand.
"Luke was here with Simeon and the brothers. They delivered the sweets to us, and they all wished you a quick recovery."
He must have told them I wasn't feeling well. They probably assumed I caught a cold, instead of me being emotionally and physically exhausted. Lucifer must have been the one to convince everyone to give me space.
Solomon served me the sweets he got from Luke and sat down on a chair he placed next to his bed. He assured me that no one would bother us for as long as I wanted.
He read me one of the books we bought together at the book market. He told me stories about himself when I asked him to; all the adventures he went on, all the twists, surprises, disappointments, and success. He told me that even when he was alone on his adventures, it doesn't mean I'm alone on mine.
Because no matter how difficult the road ahead will be, he'll always be there right next to me.
#louellaby#loue's berceuse#obey me#obey me angst#obey me hurt/comfort#obey me self insert#obey me solomon#obey me soloue#obey me loue#obey me oc#i just needed this
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