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lukie17 · 3 months ago

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Eloping with the LA&DS

Characters: Xavier, Zayne, Sylus & Caleb

🌟 Xavier 🌟

There was something mesmering about Xavier. His prince like mannerisms were a contrast to his jealous and possessive side. The perfect gentleman who wanted to have all of you, as if he were afraid that someone was going to take you away. Despite his inner turmoil, Xavier always gave you the chance to choose, to leave and come back as you pleased. Always waiting for you and when you always came back, he was over the moon.

You watch him sleep, the moonlight shinning in his lashes and face only made him look ethereal, like prince from a forgoten land. Moving closer to him, your hand draw the the line of his jaw, wondering how such peaceful man was one of the most lethal hunters. Everything about Xavier was a mystery, from his sleepiness to the way he always seemed to know more he let you know. And you were pulled like to a month to a flame, Xavier was everything you didn't know you ever missed.

As the prince opened his eyes, looking at the deepest part of your soul, a memory sparkled at the back of your mind. A distant voice that made a promise but it was never fulfilled, maybe that is why you said the words without a second thought.

"Let's elope and go to Uluru" Ulluru... What a curious place, you thought, but somehow it felt right.

His breath caught, Xavier quickly sit up, his lips almost over yours, in his eyes there was a hint of hesitation but also of hope.

"What did you say?" His voice almost above a whisper.

"Let's elope and go to Ulluru" your hands cuping his face "Xavier, let's elope. Let's be together...!!!!"

Tears fell from his face, like shooting starts but there was no sadness in them. Only a glimmer of hope and love. Xavier answered you by kissing you, his body caging you between his frame before pulling you. His hold gentle but firm, Xavier once had made the mistake of not reaching for you when he had the chance, and he was never going to make that mistake again.

Unknown to you, Xavier had now a reason to make to the next spring.

❄️ Zayne❄️

Zayne was a man of reason, of habits, everything had to be measured by a rule. He never let himself go nor give less than he could. Every single one of his plans was always followed by a strict rule, nothing came out of the spur of the moment. And when something out of his control happened, his approach was clinical, as if he had already had a plan.

But when certain Miss Hunter came to his life, he had to learn that sometimes it was okay to not have a plan, to enjoy moments that were chaotic but fun. Zayne had never a dull moment with you, you were the fire that drawn him in the middle of a storm. And for someone who's evol was ice, you certainly made him ignite from time to time, like you had just done.

His ears and neck were red, he took a sip of his excessively sweet coffee before asking you to repeat yourself. Mischievous as you were, you leaned forward, stealing one of his macarons, you were torturing him.

"Let's elope" you bit the dessert, cringing at how sweet it was "Let's run away, Zayne, just for one day. Let's not be Doctor Zayne nor Miss Hunter"

His rational side wanted to fight, bring you to your senses, but his heart? His heart was screaming, and his mind following the beat of his heart remembering that the had all of your important documents stored in his laptop. In an attempt to gain some sense of control, Zayne took what remain of the macaron and eat it, in the process taking your cup and drinking it as if it were his own.

There was nothing measured in your offer, and Zayne found himself craving into it. His mind already making plans about where you could to. The silence made you felt anxious, afraid of making some kind of mistake, but his reassuring voice grounded you once again.

"If we leave now, we might be able to arrive on time for the next train" His hand reaching yours and placing a kiss on your ring finger "Are you ready, my love?" For a man with ice for evol, he knew how to melt your heart.

Standing up from your place, you pulled him up, your legs already finding the way to the exist. The snowman behind you, smiling at your excited figure. How would know that a man like him would end up which such a treasure?

His devotion to you might never be able to take form in words, but his actions would always his heart. Zayne prayed that nothing would take you away from him, prayed that the sudden chill at the tip of his fingers would be ingored by you. Zayne would fight fate if needed to be by your side.

🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🐦‍⬛

There was nothing ordinary about this man. His mind always thinking about how to get the upper hand, but this time you managed to overpower him by just asking one phrase.

"Elope with me"

It was not a question nor a request. His usual playful banter died as his eyes landed on yours. There was not a single trace of doubt nor foolery in the eyes he loved to stare at. Only devotion and pure raw love. Sylus chuckled and take your hands in his.

"Are you sure, kitten?"

Sylus was giving you away out, he wanted to give you that option. His life was one marked with danger, that was all he knew, the risk , the thrill of doing something that could take his life any second now. You were a hunter, righteousn, pure and unique, and yet you chosed to love someone as twisted as him.

A kiss was your answer, the devotion in your eyes shined more that everything he could wish for. Sylus let himself loose in the way your lips captured his, savouring the warm before pulling away.

Thirty minutes later, you were riding his private jet. Sylus new about a place where no one would ask questions, the two of you will be just lovers who ran away. He saw you sleeping the way there, as if the thing you asked for was no big deal, as if you hadn't ask him to give himself away to you.

Sylus was finishing wrapping things up, Luke and Kieran would be taken the N109 zone, and with those two everything would be handled until your rendezvous have ended.

But you forgot something about Sylus, he liked big things, he was a man that was prepared for everything. His contacts on the island he knew, you would be free on where already working on a small venue. And the scarlet wedding dress that he had bought a weeks ago was already making his way there.

Sylus wondered how would you react to the dress. A dress he had tailores just for you, not that he had planned to give it you, it was spur of the moment think he ordered after he saw a tailor did. He had paid handsomely for that dress, so you would be the only one wearing it. But he never thought that you were only be wearing it for him alone. The drool of your face made Sylus chuckle, wondering his silly kitten had asked him to elope.

🍎 Caleb 🍎

It was a lazy afternoon and due to the injuries he had received during his last mission, Caleb was able to spend time in Linkon with you. Since it was a perfect day, Caleb had decided to go a picnic with you, now you were resting under a tree. His arms crossed behind his head while you were laying at the top of him, listening to his hearth.

Some part of you wonderer what would it be just to have a simple life, one where wanderers nor ever existed. One where your life was not at danger nor Caleb had to act as your human shield. Maybe he could have been a chef and you could have been something else, an artist, a lawyer or even a teacher. But the cold contact if his robotic arm told you that life could never be.

But maybe for one afternoon you could play pretend, you could go back to the times you and Caleb played at being mom and dad. Maybe you could go back at those times for weekend, a sudden rush of adrenaline pumped in your veins, and Caleb could feel it.

Before he could asked you what was happening, you raised and sat on him. Your hands holding his face before kissing him, there was no lust, just pure love that you felt for him. Caleb melted under your touch, you really having wrapped around your fingers. You almost laughed at the whimper he let out when you broke away, tracing his lips with your fingers you gave him no time to act.

"Marry me, Caleb. Let's elope"

His cheeks turned red, this was the first time he had showed you such expression, it was cute seeing him like this. Kissing him again, you hoped that he could understand that you were serious, you wanted him in the same way he wanted you.

An unknown cold slipped through your finger, you broke away, but instead of whimper there was a laugh. Caleb had used his evol to slip a engament ring, it was the most beautiful ring that you have ever seen, similar to the one you had draw so long ago.

"Fits just right in" he chuckled before pulling you for another kiss, this time spinning you around and pinning you behind him. He peppered your face with kisses, shock still present in your mind "I made myself" he whispered "This is my answer, pips" Then he pulled you with his evol, making his way to the exit.

"How long have you had this?" Your arms moved to his neck. Leaning into his warmth "It's perfect"

But he did not answer. How he could tell you that he had ring ever since the both of you turned eighteen? Hoping for the chance to ask you out and then ask you to be with him forever. Caleb was twelve when he realize that he wanted to be with you forever, that is why he always tried to best with you, there were other women out there but you were the only one for him.

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luna-azzurra · 1 year ago

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Can we have some more examples of body language and action tags, pretty please? 🌟🧚🏻‍♀️🌷🍓🌦️

sure!!!

Happiness/Joy

She beamed, her eyes sparkling with delight.

He laughed, a deep, genuine sound that echoed through the room.

She skipped down the street, humming a cheerful tune.

His grin widened, revealing a row of perfect teeth.

Sadness

She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.

He stared at the floor, his eyes glazed with unshed tears.

She hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth.

He wiped a single tear from his cheek, his expression vacant.

Anger

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white.

He growled, a low, menacing sound emanating from his throat.

She slammed the door, the sound reverberating through the house.

He paced, his steps quick and agitated.

Fear

She trembled, her eyes wide with terror.

He backed away, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

She bit her lip, her face pale and drawn.

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest.

Surprise

She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

He blinked, his eyebrows shooting up in shock.

She dropped her book, the loud thud breaking the silence.

He took a step back, his expression one of disbelief.

Love/Affection

She leaned in, her eyes soft and adoring.

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle.

She squeezed his hand, her smile tender.

He kissed her forehead, a soft and lingering touch.

Contemplation/Thinking

She tapped her chin, her brow furrowed in thought.

He rubbed his temples, lost in concentration.

She stared out the window, her mind a million miles away.

He drummed his fingers on the table, deep in thought.

Nervousness/Anxiety

She fidgeted, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt.

He bit his nails, his eyes darting around the room.

She shifted from foot to foot, her discomfort evident.

He cleared his throat, his voice wavering slightly.

Confusion

She cocked her head to the side, her brows knitting together.

He scratched his head, his expression puzzled.

She frowned, her lips pursed as she tried to understand.

He looked around, searching for an explanation.

Confidence/Determination

She stood tall, her chin lifted in defiance.

He crossed his arms, his stance unwavering.

She marched forward, her eyes fixed on her goal.

He nodded, his resolve clear and firm.

#writing #writerscommunity #writer on tumblr #writing tips #character development #writing advice #oc character #writing help #writer tumblr #writblr

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truevedicastrology · 9 months ago

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What Makes You Irresistible? 🌟

Ever wondered why people are drawn to you? Your Venus sign might hold the key! Here's what makes each Venus sign utterly captivating

♈ Aries Venus:

Your bold, fearless attitude 🔥

Being unapologetically yourself 💁‍♀️

Strength that turns heads 💪

"I'll try anything once" spirit 🚀

Refreshing straightforwardness 🗣️

Confidence that lights up a room ✨

Daring, experimental style 👗

Knowing exactly what you want 🎯

Carefree, infectious energy 🌈

♉ Taurus Venus:

Graceful, dancer-like movements 💃

Rock-solid reliability 🏔️

Fierce independence 🦁

Admirable work ethic 💼

Unwavering loyalty 🤝

Nurturing nature 🌱

Strong morals and values ⚖️

Sensual presence 🌹

Appreciation for life's pleasures 🍷

♊ Gemini Venus:

Quick wit and sharp intellect 🧠

Insatiable curiosity about everything 🔍

Laid-back, worry-free vibe 😎

Childlike sense of wonder 🌟

Humor that keeps everyone laughing 😂

Open-mindedness to new ideas 🌈

Eyes that sparkle when passionate 👀✨

Gift for teaching and active listening 🎓

Adaptability in any situation 🦎

♋ Cancer Venus:

Soft, nurturing presence 🤗

Deeply emotional nature 💖

Leading with your heart in all things ❤️

Touching vulnerability 🕊️

Fierce protection of loved ones 🛡️

Heart of pure gold 🌟

Genuine care for others' well-being 🤲

Unconditional love that knows no bounds 💞

♌ Leo Venus:

Show-stopping style and confidence 👑

Boundless creativity 🎨

Knowing your worth and owning it 💯

Passionate expression of love ❤️‍🔥

Loyalty that never wavers 🦁

Effortless authenticity 🌟

Ability to make others feel special ✨

Thoughtfulness in grand gestures 🎁

♍ Virgo Venus:

Selfless desire to help others 🤲

Intellectually stimulating conversations 🧠

Confidence in your knowledge 📚

Well-ordered priorities and life 📅

Generous spirit 🎁

Mature outlook on life and love 🧘

Effortlessly polished appearance 💅

Attention to detail in all you do 🔍

♎ Libra Venus:

Sweet and kind demeanor 🍯

Natural, effortless beauty ✨

Curated, aesthetic social media presence 📱

Hopeless romantic nature 💘

Self-love and self-care prioritization 🧘‍♀️

Go-to friend for relationship advice 💌

Childlike joy and wonder 🎈

Creative flair in all aspects of life 🎨

♏ Scorpio Venus:

Deep trustworthiness and devotion 🔒

Ability to discuss life's depths and shadows 🕯️

Authentic to the core 💯

Intriguing air of mystery 🕵️‍♀️

Unbreakable loyalty 🤝

Safe haven for others' secrets 🤫

Magnetic, almost hypnotic presence 🔮

Smoldering sensuality 🌹

♐ Sagittarius Venus:

Always up for the next adventure 🌍

Contagious humor and generosity 😂🎁

Life of every party 🎉

Laid-back approach to life 😎

Refreshing honesty and directness 🗣️

Surrounded by loving friends 👥❤️

Enthusiasm for trying new things 🆕

Optimistic outlook that inspires others 🌞

♑ Capricorn Venus:

Ambition that commands respect 🏆

Success-oriented mindset 📈

Polished, put-together image 💼

Mature beyond your years 🧓

Impeccable taste in all things 👌

Fierce independence 🦅

Clear, achievable goals 🎯

Self-investment and growth mindset 🌱

Deep sense of responsibility 📝

♒ Aquarius Venus:

Judgment-free zone 🚫👨‍⚖️

Fascinating intellect and chill attitude 🧠😎

Life of the party energy 🎉

Ability to converse on any topic 💬

Authentic to your core 💯

Embracing and celebrating uniqueness 🦄

Innovative perspective on life 🔭

Impressive, often unexpected talents 🎭

♓ Pisces Venus:

Boundless compassion for all 🤗

Deep love for animals and nature 🐾🌿

Ethereal, otherworldly beauty ✨

Kindness that touches hearts ❤️

Head always in the clouds, dreaming big ☁️

Hopeless romantic soul 💘

Craving for soulmate-level connections 🔗

Safe harbor for others 🏡

Wearing your heart on your sleeve 💖

Innocent spirit in a complex world 🕊️

#astrology #astro community #astrology observations #vedic astrology #venus aspects

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leggerefiore · 2 days ago

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How would the dragons (Longan Ananas Lotus) react to being flirted with and their mate getting jealous and clingy to them?

cw: jealousy,

characters: Longan, Ananas, Lotus

👁Longan Dragon Cookie🌟

⚪️ The scene around the dragon was far more unfamiliar than anything. You had insisted on something – demanding a trip to where mortals dwelt. It would have normally been met with a firm no, but the dragon could see how downtrodden you had been. It was painful, seeing you so upset. They relented only this once in an attempt to better your mental state. Their posture was stiff at your side. Your hands were locked together as the streets held their attention. Mortals perturbed them, but for you, they would bear it. This was a test in your reclaiming your true self. You broke the contact to approach a stall. Longan stood, watching.

⚪️ Then, something dared block their sight. A mortal. Longan would have sneered, but the mortal was not even worth that. For a moment, they stared at them, eyes big and full of some emotion. The Ivory Dragon felt they far preferred fear. “… You're so… breathtaking…” they started, stepping far too close to the dragon, “Are you lost? Would you like me to give you a tour?” Longan felt everything within them wish to petrify the mortal then and there, claiming their life powder. But. They resisted. For you. Everything they were doing was for you. Their mate. It was only those thoughts that could hold them back.

⚪️ This train of thought was interrupted by your hand returning to theirs. Your scent. Your presence. Mate. Their attention shifted to you. Your expression was intense, and frustration was clearly apparent. Brows knit together. A simple explanation of you being with them sent the person away into the crowd. Longan let out a breath. The era of dragons could not return soon enough. You shifted to hold their arm, clinging to it. Longan led you away from the people to embrace you properly. This would not do. Mortals did not even understand how obvious a mating bond was. A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead.

🍍Ananas Dragon Cookie🏖

🟡 The sun was pleasant against their scales as they stood at your side. A suggestion to enjoy the beauty of their island from you was one that Ananas simply was something they would not reject. It was peaceful, as always. The dragon made certain of that. A few of their islanders had greeted you both. Yet, now you both stood on the beach, watching the ocean sparkle under the sunlight. It was calming. The scent of the sea stung the air. Ananas held you to their side, simply overtaken by everything. Truly, they had everything a dragon could ever desire. Though, you pulled away for a moment to speak with a member of the Mango Tribe. Ananas opted to remain where they were, too at peace.

🟡 It was then a presence caught their attention. A tourist. Ananas opted to ignore them. All were welcome to bask in their island's glory – so long as they did not bother the beauty of it. But, to the shock of the dragon, he approached them. His gaze was curious. Ananas almost felt like they were regarding an insect. “You are the most beautiful being I have ever laid eyes upon,” he flashed a smirk at Ananas. What�� was this? The praise did not feel like the kind their islanders loaded onto them. It was annoying to them. “Are you a local? Perhaps you could teach me about this place…” his hand was held out. Ananas felt an intense urge to hiss. How utterly out of line this mortal was! A local?! This was their island. How ignorant.

🟡 Before they could react, you suddenly clung to their side. The dragon tensed but placed a hand gently to your back. You glared at the tourist, and he seemed to step back. Ananas watched curiously. Immediately, you told them off that the dragon was very much taken by you. Clinging to them tighter, you made it clear that you were really together. He mumbled out apologies and rushed off, clearly embarrassed. Ananas stood proud. A smirk was on their face. Such a proud proclamation of your status of mates. The tourist was entirely forgotten in favour of clinging to you.

🪷Lotus Dragon Cookie🌊

🔵 The Blue Dragon stood at your side, watching people as they passed. You both sat at a teahouse in Hortensia. The tea was a flavourful floral blend that was sweet on the tongue. Lotus felt at peace at your side. Granted, they had taken a disguise to prevent too much unwanted attention. While it may have been a bit more obvious who they were when you were recognised, it at least deterred any interruptions. It was pleasant – your ideas proved entertaining more often than not. You stepped away for a moment, mentioning the toilet.

🔵 They sat alone, sipping on tea and taking in the languid atmosphere around. Many couples had come here to rendezvous. Romance was prime in the air. Many people had wished for such things. Lotus understood the desire, of course, but it could prove to be so boring. A woman came to stand before the disguised dragon, gazing at them intensely. “… You seem so lonely,” her voice was quiet, “May I join you, lovely?” Lotus blinked. Ah… Well, this was not the first time they had been flirted with, but it failed to change the fact that this was very much unwanted attention on a date of all things.

🔵 Before the dragon had a chance to speak, you had re-emerged and placed a firm hand on their exposed shoulder. A malicious smile was on your lips. Lotus gazed curiously. You informed them oh-so-politely that they were there with you on a date. This seemed to fluster the girl, who raised her sleeve to mask her face. A forced apology came as she stepped away, leaving you alone with your mate once more. The dragon glanced at you curiously. Then, they pulled you in for a kiss. How adorable… They would quite enjoy seeing you so possessive again.

#cookie run x reader #longan dragon cookie x reader #ananas dragon cookie x reader #lotus dragon cookie x reader #longan dragon x reader #ananas dragon x reader #lotus dragon x reader #cookie run/reader #longan dragon/reader #ananas dragon/reader #lotus dragon/reader

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toinkeroo · 3 days ago

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Shiz University Group Chats

Pt 8: Don’t Leave Your Phone Unattended

💬 PRIVATE CHAT: Elphaba 💚 + Glinda 🌟

Glinda 🌟: Your analysis in Conjuration was very compelling today.

Elphaba 💚: You mean “argumentative.”

Glinda 🌟: I mean brilliant. And you only almost set one scroll on fire this time! That’s growth!

Elphaba 💚: It was Boq’s scroll. He deserved it.

Glinda 🌟: I’m just saying… you’re terrifying in the most aesthetically satisfying way.

Elphaba 💚: ...are you flirting with me or insulting me?

Glinda 🌟: Yes.

Elphaba 💚: 🙃

Elphaba 💚 is typing... Elphaba 💚 is typing... Elphaba 💚 is typing...

Elphaba 💚: Glinda.

It’s Fiyero. She left her phone on the bench. I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been… persistent. 😇

Just thought I should clarify I’m also… very invested. In a respectful, magical, destiny-adjacent kind of way. So maybe… give her some space.

Cordially. 😊 —F.

Glinda 🌟: … Did you just politely threaten me using her phone.

Elphaba 💚: Not a threat. A friendly heads-up. -F🔥

(Also, she blushed when I said “hex compatibility.” Just FYI.)

Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message. Elphaba 💚 deleted a message.

Elphaba 💚:

WHY ARE THERE ELEVEN DELETED MESSAGES

WHY IS MY DRAFTS FULL OF EMOJI WHAT. DID. YOU. TWO. DO.

EXPLAIN

8 of ? | Masterpost

Pt. 1: DO NOT FEED THE TOADS

Pt. 2: THE CONSEQUENCES OF YOUR CACTUS

Pt 3: Fiyero’s Secret Yearning (Must Be Stopped)

Pt 4.: Boq’s Doomed Crush Support Group

Pt. 5.: Emergency Sparkle Triage

Pt 6. Finals Week Survival (Spiritual, Emotional, Academic)

Pt 7. Glinda is NOT Spiraling

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scaredycatqlt · 6 months ago

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hii! I wanted to request a fluffy, platonic twillight sparkle + gn!reader who's a famous actress? I just thought it would be neat, tysm and stay awesome :DD

OMG YAY TWILIGHT!!! Sorry it’s been over a month…I’ve been busy…. But I’ll like writing these :3

✨Twilight Sparkle X Famous Actress! Reader [PLATONIC]🌟

I feel like you and her would meet because you and your film crew came to Ponyville to film a movie.

Of course, Twilight isn’t really big into celebrities, she hears through Rarity.

She probably wouldn’t go up to you while you were filming a scene-obviously. You’re busy, and it’s not like she knows you.

(or Rarity introduced Twilight to you. Because she may or may not be lowkey obsessed with your work.)

you’re first official interaction would be her bumping into you around town square, apologizing for it before she recognizes you.

Formalities ensue, introducing yourselves to each other. She is a little shocked by how non-arrogant you are, despite your popular status.

She tries to engage in a proper conversation but you are soon surrounded by fans. So, that’s hard.

You two would definitely grab coffee together (is there coffee in MLP???…) And just talk.

Her home is always open to you whenever you need a break from the stress of popularity.

Twilight definitely supports your career, but don’t expect her to show up to most of your scenes. She isn’t a big fan of crowds.

If you ever praise her for her magic or smarts she’d be pretty bashful about it but secretly really proud. I think she really does love praise but tries not to let it get to her head. ^^

She isn’t a super big fan of sweets in comparison to some other ponies, but she’d be down to get some treats with you sometime.

Or have a little tea party in her house!! :D

If you’re her friend be prepared to hear her long info dumps about whatever current subject she’s reading up on. Sometimes it doesn’t make sense, but you still listen.

Spike doesn’t trust you at first but I think that goes away fairly quickly. He kinda treats you like a fan would after that, but then later treats you like a normal friend.

All of the others have different opinions on you. Rarity strongly admires you and your work, Pinkie pie thinks you’re awesome! (Obviously.) Fluttershy hasn’t had a lot of interactions with you, because, she’s shy. Applejack is a little skeptical of you, because you’re a famous celebrity. And Rainbowdash thinks you’re kindaaa cool. I guess. (She thinks you’re cooler than what she’s letting on.)

Sleepovers!!!

Wouldn’t be frequent, but when they do happen it’s very chill. You two might read separately-or if you’re not big into reading, doing whatever you do while Twilight reads.

One of her love languages is parallel play. Even if you both aren’t talking or interacting with eachother, having you in the same room is nice. :3

If you don’t live in Ponyville, sometimes she’ll take the train to come visit you. And she always writes you letters!

If you do live in Ponyville, you see her almost daily. Sometimes you’ll accompany her and a couple friends to the spa or something for a chill day.

Other times you could be potentially roped into their shenanigans.

Sometimes you’ll have to drag her away from her work for just a bit-to eat or drink some water, or go stretch her legs. She will fight back ofc, but she does really appreciate your care for her.

And if you’re ever stressed out by celebrity duties, she’ll be there to comfort you and help if she can. She will fight off Paparazzi for you deadass.

In general; a really good friend to have. She helps you out in any way she can!! Even if she’s busy.

Hope you liked these!! It’s kinda hard to do ‘normal’ fluff with Twilight, but I like her character soooo :3

#headcanons #asks open #mlp #mlp headcanons #my little pony #mlp x reader #mlp platonic #I DO NOT DO ROMANTIC MLP REQUESTS!!!#IF UR GONNA REQUEST MLP #twilight sparkle #twilight sparkle mlp

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willoryn · 24 days ago

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Super cute fluffy thought I wanted to share with you:

🌟Lucifer x human!reader cleaning out her closet and reader finds her old prom dress

🌟Lucifer doesn’t know what prom is and reader explains what prom is. This then goes to the reader venting about how her senior prom sucked(she didn’t have a date so she went with friends but they wandered off to dance with other guys, leaving the reader alone and not getting the one thing she wanted-to dance with someone)

🌟Luci feels bad about it because it’s his partner. So in secret he plans a mini prom just for the two of them.

🌟day of their date comes along and Luci asks her to bring the dress and see if it still fits. It does and shows off the ballroom is his manor and it’s all decorated and Luci asks to dance. Luci is wearing a super fancy suit (probably like the one in the recently dropped pride merch with all the sparkles and white gloves)

🌟then they slow dance, kiss, then go make out, and eventually make love in his bedroom.

Ok that’s all.

Sorry if it got a little spicy at the end

OK BYEEEEE!!!!!

ANON DONT YOU RUN FROM MEE-

I'VE BEEN FEELING SO SOFT ALL DAY AND THEN THIS COME ACROSS MY DESK AAA- 💖💖💖

What if !!! He goes a little further and picks you up in a limo. You walk outside and he's standing there in his suit. He's so gorgeous, but he thinks you look even more breathtaking. He opens the door for you and takes your hand, helping you into the limo. All the while telling you how beautiful you look tonight.

You arrive at his manor and he has the ballroom decorated beautifully. Maybe even cloned himself into a whole live band djxjcn

When you are in the center of the ballroom floor, he takes your hand again and bows. He kisses your knuckles and looks up at you with the most loving expression and asks:

"May I have this dance?"

The entire time you dance together he can't take his eyes off your face, positively entranced by you. You are so beautiful and radiant in your dress and the way your eyes shine against the ballroom chandelier.

He'll make sure the rest of the night is one to remember, and maybe even replace the old sad memories~

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sh4rpened-kn1ves · 2 months ago

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great, now they're both here... jesus christ

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itacats · 6 months ago

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In His Steady Hands

FT: Soap x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, dystonia, self-doubt, and mild self-inflicted injury (hand injury from hitting a mirror).

SUM: When an unexpected gala invitation honoring Soap forces you to confront some of your deepest fears, the night becomes more than just a social event—it’s a battle against the overwhelming weight of stress and a fight against your body. As tensions rise and emotions spiral, will your connection with Soap be enough to steady your frayed nerves, or will it only deepen the cracks within?

A/N: This one got heavy, but it’s all about facing fears and leaning on those who care. Soap’s got your back, promise! 🌟💔 Also inspired my me attacking a tree at my friend's house during an episode and fucking up my hand.👌

In His Steady Hands Masterlist

Part 4: The Gala

As you get home from an early morning class, you find a rather ornate envelope in your pile of mail. The invitation is as unexpected as it is elegant: a glossy card embossed with gold lettering, the kind that promises a night of opulence. It’s for a charity gala, a glittering affair meant to honor Soap’s military service. The moment you read his name printed in bold letters, a knot tightens in your stomach. You can almost hear the echoes of your own hesitation before the words even sink in.

You sit there, card in hand, thumb tracing over the ornate lettering. The event is prestigious, glamorous—a world that feels so far removed from the quiet, cautious life you’ve carefully cultivated. And yet, the pressure to be there, to show up for Soap, weighs on you in ways you hadn’t anticipated. The invitation seems to pulse with expectations, and your mind races through every possible outcome, every imagined scenario.

What if the crowd overwhelms you? What if your symptoms flare up in front of all those established people? What if you can’t keep it together? The questions spiral, each one louder than the last, drowning out any trace of calm. The idea of being in such a public space, under the bright lights, surrounded by strangers who will surely notice every twitch, every spasm—it feels almost unbearable.

But then you remember Soap. His unwavering kindness, his willingness to understand, to help. He’s invited you because he wants you there, and something deep inside stirs at the thought of supporting him the way he’s supported you. Despite the gnawing anxiety clawing at the edges of your mind, you realize you don’t want to miss this. You don’t want to let your fears hold you back from something that could be meaningful—for both of you.

A sudden flicker of bravery rises in you, like a spark catching fire. You can do this. You will do this.

You press your hand against your chest, as if trying to steady your heart, and, without another moment of hesitation, you scrawl your name on the RSVP card.

The decision feels monumental. It’s not just about attending an event; it’s about confronting your fears, about stepping outside the boundaries of your own limitations. And even though the weight of the decision lingers like a heavy cloak, a strange sense of pride blooms in your chest. You’re doing something—something for yourself, and for him.

As you drop the card into the envelope, sealing it with a soft sigh, you can’t shake the feeling that this is a turning point. A moment where you choose to face the unknown, to take a step toward something greater than your fear.

This gala—this night—will be more than just a fancy event. It will be a test, a challenge, and perhaps, a chance for something deeper. Something real.

The night of the gala dawns, and it’s everything you expected—and more. The grand ballroom is a dizzying vision of luxury: golden chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling, their light catching the crystal glasses that sparkle on every table below. Everywhere you look, the world shimmers. Guests in elegant attire glide past, the soft murmur of conversation rising and falling like the tide. But despite the beauty of it all, a sense of unease tightens around you, creeping in the shadows of the extravagance.

The ceiling above is a canopy of stars, twinkling in hues of silver and gold, a visual marvel that should be awe-inspiring. But instead, it feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on you, suffocating in the elegance of the moment. The crowd around you feels like a maze you can’t escape, the noise too loud, the air too thick. The walls of the room close in slowly, and each passing second stretches longer than the last. The ground beneath your feet seems unsteady, as if the floor itself is shifting with every step you take.

The realization hits you with a sharp jolt: the excitement, the beauty, the people, the pressure of fitting in with a crowd you have no place being a part of—it’s all too much. A wave of dizziness crashes over you, spinning your mind and body into chaos. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, erratic and uncontrolled. You don’t know how to steady yourself; everything feels wrong. The faces around you blur, their conversations a muddled hum, and suddenly, the space feels like a cage you can’t escape.

The gala continues to swirl around you, dazzling but oppressive. You try to breathe through the weight of it, but the air feels suffocating, heavy with polished conversation and the clink of champagne glasses. The once beautiful chandelier now seems to loom overhead, its light too bright, too harsh. The crowd’s laughter and applause echoes through the space, amplifying the tightness in your chest.

Panic rises, sudden and unrelenting. Your thoughts scatter, heart racing as though the world itself is speeding up and you can’t keep up. With every step, your legs feel less steady, almost like they're filled with cotton or sand or a mixture of both. You can’t breathe, can’t think. The walls close in, and before you realize it, your feet carry you toward the bathroom in a hasty, disjointed motion.

The door shuts behind you with a soft click, and for a moment, you feel the cool isolation of the space settle around you. You place your hands on the edge of the sink, spasming fingers embarrassing the cold from the smooth porcelain, grounding yourself against the whirlpool of panic threatening to pull you under. The harsh fluorescent lights overhead only seem to highlight how far out of place you feel. You want to stay calm, to breathe, but the spinning in your head won’t stop, and your heartbeat echoes loudly in your ears. You’re dizzy, lightheaded, and overwhelmed by the chaotic, beautiful world you just fled.

And then, it happens. A sudden, involuntary spasm jerks through your arm. Before you can stop it, your fist clenches tight, the force of it jarring through your entire body. The movement is so sudden and uncontrollable, it happens in an instant—your hand slamming into the mirror with a loud crack.

The sound is sharp and final, echoing in the small room. For a split second, everything goes still. Your hand is pressed against the now-cracked surface of the mirror, the jagged lines spider-webbing out from the point of impact. Your reflection wavers as your vision blurs, and your chest tightens in a mixture of panic and disbelief. The dizziness you’d been fighting suddenly escalates, and your body trembles, a mix of anxiety and frustration flooding through you.

Great, you think. Just great. The mirror now reflects a shattered image of you, just as you feel shattered inside. You want to disappear, to run and hide, but you can't. You can't hide from this. Afterall, how do you hide from yourself?

You stagger backward, pulling your hand away from the mirror—fresh bruises blossoming on your knuckles are highlighted with cuts from the glass. You quickly wipe at the tears that have already started to form, the tremors are starting to set in more noticeably now, but you try to control them, to make them stop.

Just as you're about to turn away from the mirror, Soap’s voice reaches you from behind the door. The concern that falls from his lips snaps you out of your daze, and your pulse spikes again. You don’t want him to see you like this. You don’t want him to know. But before you can react, the door opens more, revealing Soap standing there, his face drawn with concern.

He freezes for a moment, taking in the cracked mirror, the shaky and uncontrolled way your body moves, and the tension that hangs in the air. His eyes soften as he steps into the room. “Hey,” he says gently, his voice full of concern but also patience. “You alright?”

God, you were getting tired of hearing that–people’s are you okays were almost all you heard when they saw you like this.

You swallow hard, heart racing. You want to say something, to explain what’s happening, but the words aren’t there—at least, not the ones you want to say. You know he doesn’t understand this battle, this war inside you that nobody else can see. The look in his eyes, though compassionate, stirs something in you that feels like shame. You can’t explain this—you don’t even understand it yourself. Instead, you shake your head, a motion that feels weak even to you. “I— I’m fine,” you manage to choke out—hiding your hand in the process, but it’s a lie. You’re far from fine. You feel as though the world is slipping further away, and you’re struggling to keep up.

Soap watches you for a long beat, and something flickers across his face—confusion, concern, maybe even a little fear, but there’s no judgment. No pity. He takes a small step toward you, close enough to be there, but not too close to overwhelm. “You sure?” he asks again, his voice soft but insistent, like he’s not willing to let you shut him out.

You don’t know how to answer him. All you can do is nod, though the action feels empty. You don’t want to burden him, to drag him into this confusion that feels like it’s consuming you.

Just as you open your mouth to speak, the tremors in your hands flare again, sharper this time. Your knees threaten to buckle, and your breath catches in your throat. Soap sees the shift immediately. “Hey, sit down,” he says, moving closer to steady you. His voice is calm, but there’s a firmness to it, as though he’s not going to let you fall apart alone.

Without a word, you pull away, stepping past him and into the hallway. Your exit feels like a retreat, and the tension lingers, thick and heavy between you. You can hear him calling your name faintly, but you don’t stop. The echo of his voice seems to chase you down the hall, but the space between you stretches like an endless chasm while tears begin to stain your face.

As you disappear into the crowd again, the air seems to crackle with the weight of what just happened. The tension between you both hangs like a fog, and the guilt settles like a stone in your stomach. You wonder, fleetingly, if this will be the moment that changes everything between you. As if it hasn’t already.

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Hello you 😁 I've a really important exam to take at the end of June and it is expected from me to achieve an incredible score. Like, I have to go from level 1 to 5 (5 the best of best and hardest level of course) in only one month and I'm stress as hell, there's so much to study (and I don't know where to start) and I have to deal with a ME syndrom soooo... I just would like to be cheered up a little bit with a good fluffy story wich you have the secret. My favorite among all characters is Sinclair but I let you choose whoever inspire you (I really like our rough David and how you portrayed him in your last fic too and I also can imagine a smutty Lionel to relieve from the stress his partner)

Title: Stress Relief

Summary: Sinclair is determined to take care of you and alleviate your stress.

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant × Fem! Reader

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: Hey there! First off, big hugs for dealing with all that stress—it sounds like a mountain of pressure! But hey, you've got this! 🌟 Either way, consider it a stress-busting gift from me to you. Hang in there, champ! 💪😊

As you sat at your desk, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notes, the weight of impending exams bearing down on you like a suffocating blanket. Your heart raced with anxiety, your mind a whirlwind of formulas and theories that seemed to blur together in a haze of confusion.

Just as you were about to delve back into your studies, you heard a familiar whine coming from beside you. With a weary sigh, you glanced over to see Sinclair, your boyfriend, looking up at you with pleading brown eyes, his blonde hair tousled in an endearing mess.

"Clair, please," you murmured, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I need to focus on studying right now."

But Sinclair remained undeterred, his persistence rivaling that of a golden retriever begging for attention. He nuzzled against your hand, his warmth and affection a comforting presence in the midst of your stress.

"Come on, baby," Sinclair said, his baritone voice filled with concern. "You've been studying for hours. Take a break and let me help you relax."

Despite your reluctance, you couldn't help but be touched by Sinclair's kindness. He had observed how stressed you had been in the days leading up to the exam, and he was willing to do anything to ease your burden.

With a resigned sigh, you closed your textbook and allowed yourself to lean into Sinclair's embrace, his comforting presence washing over you like a soothing balm. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close as he murmured words of encouragement in your ear.

"You're doing great, sweetheart," Sinclair whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "I believe in you, and I know you're going to ace this exam."

His words were like a lifeline, pulling you back from the brink of despair and filling you with renewed determination. With Sinclair by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything, even the most daunting of academic challenges.

As Sinclair wrapped you in his comforting embrace, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. Despite the overwhelming stress of exams looming over your head, his presence was a soothing balm for your frayed nerves.

Sinclair's mind was already buzzing with ideas to help you relax. With a burst of energy, he jumped to his feet, his blonde hair tousled in an endearing mess as he rambled excitedly about his plans.

"Love, I've got the perfect idea to help you unwind," Sinclair exclaimed, his brown eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'm going to run you a relaxing bath! I've read all about the benefits of baths for stress relief, and trust me, it's going to be amazing."

You couldn't help but smile at his infectious energy, grateful for his thoughtfulness in wanting to ease your burden. As Sinclair disappeared into the bathroom, his voice still ringing in your ears, you turned back to your textbook, intending to sneak in a few more minutes of studying before indulging in his thoughtful gesture.

But just as you were about to open your book, you heard Sinclair's voice echoing from the bathroom, his tone excited and determined. "And don't even think about opening that book, sweetheart!" he called out, his words a playful warning.

Caught off guard, you hesitated for a moment, your heart racing with guilt at the thought of defying Sinclair's wishes. But knowing how much he wanted to help you relax, you quickly composed yourself and called back, "Of course not, darling! I'm not even thinking about studying right now."

It was a white lie, but one you knew Sinclair would appreciate. With a smile tugging at your lips, you set aside your textbooks and allowed yourself to fully embrace the moment of relaxation that Sinclair had so thoughtfully orchestrated.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Sinclair hummed to himself as he filled the tub with warm water, adding a generous amount of lavender-scented bubbles for an extra touch of luxury. He meticulously adjusted the temperature, wanting everything to be perfect for you.

As he worked, Sinclair couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at being able to pamper you in this way. He knew how hard you had been studying, how much pressure you were under, and he was determined to do everything in his power to help you unwind and recharge.

Moments later, you appeared in the doorway, a hesitant smile playing on your lips as you took in the sight before you. Sinclair stood beside the bathtub, his blond hair tousled in an endearing mess, his brown eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"Interesting, very interesting," he murmured, his voice filled with curiosity as he adjusted the temperature to perfection. With a satisfied nod, Sinclair called out to you, his excitement palpable in his tone. "Sweetheart, the bath is ready for you!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the bathroom as he awaited your arrival.

"Come on, darling," Sinclair said, his voice warm and inviting. "It's time to relax and unwind."

With a grateful sigh, you stepped forward and began to undress, allowing your clothes to fall to the floor in a heap as you prepared to sink into the warm embrace of the bath. Sinclair averted his gaze respectfully, giving you the space and privacy you needed to disrobe.

Once you were fully undressed, Sinclair turned back to you with a tender smile, his excitement palpable in the air between you. "Now, sweetheart, just step into the bath and let the warm water wash away all your worries," he instructed, his voice gentle and reassuring.

You nodded in understanding, your heart swelling with gratitude for Sinclair's thoughtfulness. With a deep breath, you lowered yourself into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping you in its soothing embrace as you settled in for a moment of pure relaxation.

Sinclair watched you with a soft smile, his heart brimming with affection for the woman he loved. As you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to melt into the warm water, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at being able to provide you with this moment of tranquility.

"You're doing great, sweetheart," Sinclair murmured, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "Just let go and allow yourself to be fully present in this moment of peace."

With Sinclair by your side, you allowed yourself to surrender to the calming sensation of the bath, the weight of the world lifting from your shoulders as you basked in the warmth of his love. And as you closed your eyes and let the stress of the day melt away, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as you had Sinclair by your side, you could conquer anything together.

As you relaxed in the warm embrace of the bath, Sinclair couldn't help but hover nearby, his excitement palpable as he watched over you with eager anticipation. He chatted animatedly about the benefits of lavender-scented bubbles and the science behind relaxation techniques, his brown eyes alight with enthusiasm.

"Did you know that lavender has been scientifically proven to reduce stress and promote relaxation?" Sinclair exclaimed, his voice filled with childlike wonder. "It's truly fascinating how something as simple as a scent can have such a profound effect on our wellbeing."

"How are you feeling, baby?" Sinclair asked, his voice soft and caring. "Are you starting to feel more relaxed?"

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, grateful for his thoughtful gesture and his boundless curiosity. Despite his tendency to ramble, Sinclair's presence was a comforting one, and you found yourself relaxing more and more with each passing moment.

You nodded, a contented sigh escaping your lips as you leaned into his touch. "Yes, Clair," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "Thanks to you, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders."

Sinclair's smile widened at your words, his heart swelling with pride at being able to provide you with some much-needed relaxation. "I'm so glad to hear that, sweetheart," he said, his voice tinged with genuine affection. "You deserve to take a break and pamper yourself every now and then."

As you basked in the warmth of the bath, Sinclair continued to chat animatedly about his latest research findings and his plans for the future. His excitement was infectious, and you found yourself getting caught up in his enthusiasm, forgetting about the stress of exams for a moment as you lost yourself in conversation with him.

Hours seemed to pass in the blink of an eye as you soaked in the soothing waters of the bath, Sinclair by your side, his presence a calming influence in the midst of your anxiety. And as the evening wore on and the water began to cool, you reluctantly emerged from the tub, feeling more relaxed and refreshed than you had in weeks.

Sinclair wrapped you in a warm towel, his touch gentle and reassuring as he dried you off with tender care. "Thank you for indulging me, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude. "I know studying can be stressful, but I'm always here to help you unwind and relax."

As you wrapped yourself in the warm towel, Sinclair's gentle touch filled you with a sense of peace and comfort. His brown eyes sparkled with affection, his chatty nature momentarily silenced by the intimacy of the moment.

You smiled up at him, your heart overflowing with love for the kindhearted man before you. "I couldn't have asked for a better partner," you replied, your voice filled with warmth. "You always know exactly what I need to feel better."

"You're so beautiful, sweetheart," Sinclair murmured, his voice soft with admiration as he gazed at you with unwavering affection. "I feel lucky every day to have you in my life."

His words sent a warm rush of emotion coursing through you, your heart swelling with love for the kind-hearted man before you. Despite his tendency to chatter incessantly about his latest research findings and futuristic theories, there was a sweetness to Sinclair that never failed to touch your heart.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him close, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss filled with warmth and affection. In that moment, surrounded by the comforting embrace of the bathroom, you felt a deep connection to Sinclair, a bond that transcended words and filled you with a sense of belonging.

"I love you, Sinclair," you whispered against his lips, your voice barely a breathless murmur as you lost yourself in the sweetness of the moment.

Sinclair smiled against your lips, his brown eyes shining with love and tenderness. "And I love you, my dear," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "More than words can express."

With a contented sigh, you leaned into his embrace, reveling in the warmth of his love as you allowed yourself to fully immerse in the moment. Despite the stress of exams looming over your head, you knew that as long as you had Sinclair by your side, you could weather any storm that came your way.

As you stood there in the bathroom, wrapped in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you. Sinclair's kindness and affection had a way of soothing your soul, easing the burdens of the world and filling you with a sense of peace.

With Sinclair by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, knowing that his love and support would always be there to guide you through. And as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to sink into the warmth of his embrace, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had Sinclair, you would always find your way back to happiness.

As Sinclair gently separated from you, his warmth lingering in the air like a comforting embrace, he flashed you a bright smile, his brown eyes sparkling with affection. "Feeling better, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

You nodded, returning his smile with one of your own. "Much better, thanks to you," you replied, your voice soft with gratitude. "I don't know what I would do without you, Sinclair."

His smile widened at your words, a warm glow of pride filling his chest. "Aw, shucks, sweetheart," he chuckled, his tone playful. "Just doing my duty as the world's best boyfriend."

You couldn't help but laugh at his playful boast, your heart swelling with love for the charming man before you. Despite his occasional quirks and eccentricities, there was no denying the depth of his affection for you, and you felt truly blessed to have him in your life.

As Sinclair suggested ordering some food, you eagerly nodded in agreement, the thought of a delicious meal lifting your spirits even further. While Sinclair went to fetch the phone, you took the opportunity to slip into something more comfortable, shedding the towel in favor of a cozy sweater and a pair of leggings.

With a contented sigh, you sank onto the couch, the soft fabric enveloping you in warmth and comfort as you waited for Sinclair to return. Moments later, he reappeared with the phone in hand, his expression bright and eager as he settled in beside you.

"Alright, sweetheart, what are you in the mood for?" Sinclair asked, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "Chinese? Italian? Maybe some good old-fashioned comfort food?"

You chuckled at his excitement, touched by his eagerness to please you. "How about some pizza?" you suggested, a smile tugging at your lips. "With extra cheese and all our favorite toppings."

Sinclair's eyes lit up at the mention of pizza, his enthusiasm matching yours as he dialed the number for your favorite pizza place. As he placed the order, you couldn't help but admire the way his brow furrowed in concentration, his determination to get the order just right evident in every gesture.

With the order placed, Sinclair set the phone aside and turned to you with a grin. "Pizza's on its way, sweetheart," he announced, his tone triumphant. "Now all we have to do is sit back, relax, and wait for the deliciousness to arrive."

You smiled at his infectious enthusiasm, grateful for his thoughtfulness and his unwavering dedication to making you happy. As you settled in beside him, the anticipation of the impending meal filling you with excitement, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you.

With Sinclair by your side, you knew that even the simplest moments could be filled with joy and laughter. And as you snuggled into his embrace, surrounded by the warmth and comfort of your cozy apartment, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the love you shared and the happiness you found in each other's arms.

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assortedseaglass · 1 year ago

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🌟Wassail | Yuletide🌟

Tom Bennett x Fem!Reader

Summary: A minor indiscretion leads you to chaperoning the yearly children's wassail with none other than Tom Bennett.

Content: Fluff, Language.

Yuletide Masterlist

Spending the evening with a handful of excitable children and Tom Bennett wasn’t too bad, as far as punishment went.

You supposed your father thought the children, full of a night’s sugar after years of rationing, would tire you out with their boundless energy. Perhaps he also thought that Tom Bennett would scare you. A petty criminal that good, honest girls should be frightened of. Well, your father should know that you were far from good or honest. That’s why you needed punishing in the first place.

Word got to your father that you were seen in a compromising position behind the Capital Club with Willie Murphy on New Year’s Eve. You traced the source easily. Your father heard it from that busy-body, Mrs Browning, who heard it from her neighbour. The neighbour’s daughter just happened to be Minnie Goodman, Willie’s on-again-off-again girlfriend. The tale was a tall one, for in truth Willie Murphy snuck his hand up your skirt and you’d given him a smack. If Gossip Goodman wanted that creep all to herself, she was welcome to him.

“Hurry up you!” One of the little lads shouted at you as he made his way to the next house.

“Watch your mouth, Harry Tollet,” you said, coming to stand beside him and the other children. “You won’t be wassailing next year if your mother hears you talking like that to a lady.”

“My mum says you aren’t a lady,” Harry said, knocking on the door. A little girl beside him gasped. Before you could speak, Tom Bennett, who had been silent on the evening’s walk, stepped forward.

“You’ll get a clip round the ear an’ all if you keep on.”

Harry had no time to cower for the red door opened and the children sang a chorus of We Three Kings. Their tin cups were filled with mulled cider by the old lady at the door, and Tom ushered Harry away before his could be filled.

“That’s not fair-”

“Shoulda thought about that before you ran your mouth,” Tom shoved the little boy towards the rest of the group. “Best behaviour.”

One of the little girls whispered in Harry’s ear and gave Tom a wary glance. She smiled awkwardly at you and turned around as the next door of the street opened and the children began their singing once more. The house belonged to old Mr Preston, a widower who lived alone. His only son died in the war. He had no grandchildren. You watched, heart growing as the old man gave the children their cup of mulled apple and presented them each with a mince pie.

Silenced for a while by their full mouths, the children listen to old man Preston telling them tales of Christmases long ago. Enraptured, they forgot all about you and Tom. Thank Christ.

You smiled at Mr Preston and showed him your cigarettes, indicating the pavement on the other side of the street. He nodded knowingly and continued his tale.

Leant against the lamppost, you clicked your lighter and inhaled the heady smoke of the cigarette. Tom Bennett took out his own packets of cigarettes and placed one in his mouth. With his hands safely back inside his pockets, he swaggered slowly towards you, looking over his shoulder in a half-arsed attempt and chaperoneship. You snorted.

He came to a stop before you, clicking his heels together as though he were still in the navy. He looked down his long nose at you a moment, smirking. You weren’t rattled. He brought his long fingers to take the cigarette from your mouth and light his own with it. The end sparkled into life, the tobacco crackling. The low, orange flare of light illuminated his sapphire eyes, which were fixed on yours. That rattled you, just a bit. This was a man who made flirting an artform. He looked at your cigarette as he passed it back to you.

“Lucky Strikes? Very posh,” he drawled in his Manchester burr.

“Got ‘em from a Yank. Better than your filthy Marlboros. Bloody stink,” you took a drag and exhaled the smoke in his face. He didn’t budge, the smoke dissipating to reveal a fully born grin.

“Lucky Strike for a lucky strike?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t be jealous,”

Tom puffed out his chest and sniffed the night air. He glanced over his shoulder. You smiled to yourself; you never knew it was so easy to hurt Tom Bennett’s pride.

Across the road, Mr Preston had finished his story and gone inside. The children were walking to the next house, some hand in hand.

“They don’t need us,” you nodded towards them.

“Nah,” Tom said. “War made them different. Self-reliant.”

You hummed in agreement.

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

You stared at him, amusement tugging the corners of your mouth. Tom Bennett always thought so highly of himself.

“What for?”

“Harry.” He stated simply.

“But you didn’t do anything,” you laughed brightly.

Despite himself, Tom smiled. “Hold on-”

“Don’t think I could have handled a ten-year-old myself?”

Tom took a step up onto the pavement and, in doing so, brought himself closer to you. “Oh no,” his voice dropped to a gravelly whisper. “I heard you can handle yourself very well,” One of his hands slipped inside your coat to rest against the slope of your hip.

It wasn’t his hand that made you bristle. It was the assumption that you were easy. Sure, you’d had your fair share of flings, but you didn’t drop your knickers for any fella with a sly grin and foreign cigarettes.

You took his hand in yours, moving it from your waist and dropping it back at his own side.

“I’m only here ‘cause Dadda believed in a load of old hearsay,” You flicked your cigarette to the ground and stamped it out under your heel. Tom didn’t hide the way he stared up the length of your stockinged leg. “I wouldn’t touch Willie Murphy with a ten-foot barge pole-”

“I know,” Tom said simply, idle hands tucked back into the pockets of his jacket.

You stared at him, lost for words. No-one ever believed you. Seemed to think because you’d had three or four Longsight lads, you’d had the whole lot. “Really?”

“Yeah, course I do. He’s an ugly little bastard with more spots than I’ve had hot dinners.” You laughed. Towards the end of the road, the children were singing again, and the lamplights began flickering into life. “I didn’t try it on ‘cause I think you’re easy,” with another step, Tom was pressed flush against you. “I tried it on ‘cause I like you.”

Your smile of genuine happiness turned to one of mischief. “Tom Bennett, are you going soft?”

In the dim light, his blue eyes twinkled. With a wink, he stepped back and began his slow walk towards the gaggle of children. Falling into step beside him, you walked in silence but for the chorus of We Wish You a Merry Christmas and clack of your heels on the cobbles.

Gently, boldy, you tucked your hand into his. “Not so bad, is it, this punishment?”

“Not a punishment for me. Not a petty criminal anymore.” Tom said, smiling down at you and tugging you closer so that the kids wouldn’t see your entwined hands. “Nah, I volunteered.”

You stood still, mouth agape with amused shock.

“What?” Tom tugged your hand and you kept walking.

“You really have gone soft!”

“War’ll do that to you.” You bowed your head solemnly. “And the prospect of an evening with you.”

“Even with a headache’s worth of kids?”

“Even so.”

Finally back with decent internet! The last few days of Christmas are going to be heavy with uploads!

The usual suspects: @arcielee @targaryenrealnessdarling @theoneeyedprince @ewanmitchellcrumbs @ellrond @cyeco13 @babyblue711 @exitpursuedbyavulcan @humanpurposes @myfandomprompts @barbieaemond @anjelicawrites

#tom bennett #ewan mitchell #tom bennett x reader #world on fire #ewan mitchell x reader #ewan nation #hilde's twelve days of christmas

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2024/12/31 Blog post by Wakana 2024年もありがとうございました！！〜みんなのうっかりにほっこり🍵〜

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Thank you 2024!! 〜Everyone's Mistakes Make Me Feel Warm and Fuzzy〜

I have read all of your questionnaires which you filled out for "Wakana Classics 2024"😊 Thank you so much! I didn't wanna mention that I was going through them because I didn't want you to feel self-conscious about what you wrote. Also, I wanted you to feel like you didn't have to hold back on anything. Your words were so kind, I was moved to tears many teams and felt really encouraged✨ Of course, there were some strong opinions too, and some harsh words but even so, that just makes me feel like I have someone watching me closely. Everything I have been thinking, feeling, and doing this year, I've had someone watching over me. You all always seem to understand me so well. How come you know me so well? It's like you are parents☺️✨ It means so much to be and brings me so much happiness to know that you are watching over me and supporting me. It's because you were there by my side that I was able to sing so energetically again this year. Of course this also applies to all the staff members at my agency, everyone who I've worked with, my family and friends, I couldn't have made it without them supporting me. I will welcome the next year by looking forward to meeting you all again! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／

I would like to share an interesting tidbit from this time's questionnaire. Most of you wrote my name "Wakana" in the Latin alphabet but for some reason, sometimes you misspelled my name and wrote things like "Wakame-san" or "Wabana-san". That really made me laugh😂😂 I am casually reading your answers with a feeling of excitement and then out of nowhere, a "Wakame-san" pops up😂 I wonder if some of you were writing it like that on purpose😂If you, you have a great sense of humour😂 Actually, the script for today's NHK-FM "Anisong Premium RADIO" also had "Wakan-san" written on it which made me giggle😂Sounds like some weird herbal extract🌿 Sounds very healthy😆

Well! Everyone! Thank you so much for 2024! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) Let's spend lots of fun and happy moments of music together next year as well 🌟＼(^o^)／

(Here's a photo of me during the recording of "Anisong Premium RADIO" 😃)

Oh! ! ! Speaking of which! Please don't forget about the today's submission deadline for the next podcast episode!! 😂 The next episode is scheduled for January 10th and the talk theme is [This is the kind of year I want 2025 to be!]‼︎＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ Please tell me what thoughts you have in your heart as you welcome the new year. What do you want to achieve, anything you left undone this year so you wanna give it a try again? Please send in whatever you like and tell me your thoughts about 2025😊♪ Click here to send us your letters!! I'll be waiting for your messages･:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+ ↓↓↓↓ https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_17/new

By the way, I've prepared the cards for everyone whose message I read during the last episode. I'll send them in the new year so please wait a little while longer! (It's already a little late for it but the cards have a Christmas theme 😂) (It's hard to make out in the photo, but Same-chan is sparkling with glitter! 🦈✨)

Well then, everyone, let's meet again next year! Happy New Year〜☆( *'▽'*)/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

#kalafina #wakana #wakana blog #botanical land #fan club exclusive content #I often see Wakanda on Twitter XD #Always makes me giggle

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