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[pearlean]

mango - a gshade preset

initially made to be reminiscent of stardew valley, i messed around and ended up making mango - resembling a child’s oil pastel project, mango offers a warm retro feel for your virtual escape!

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notes:

untoggled effects = not recommended for gameplay

adjust dither if deeper tones are hard to see

disclaimer:

- incompatible with edge smoothing as it conflicts with some effects

- if the preset looks off -> check the repository for missing fx, here is mango's fx list & order (order does matter!)

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depth haze + fog: 7

halftone + dither: O

mxaos: L

chromatic aberration: numpad 5

relight: numpad 6

blooms: numpad 8

adof + cinematic dof: semicolon

comic: colon

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[willows-peak]

*･ﾟ✧ How the JJK characters show their love for u (love languages)

tags: multi character x reader, gn! reader, fluff, just overwhelming amts of fluff

word count: 1.3k

a/n: im starting off with some fluff, bc they all deserve some soft loving <3

⋆｡˚ ♡ PHYSICAL TOUCH: light squeezes of your hand, hugs from behind, leaning on your shoulder on the train, holding your wrist while you walk together, no matter what their hands are on you. they just love you too much to keep away from you, can you blame them? the feeling of you against their skin makes them feel happier than they could ever expect, even when they're coming across as clingy sometimes.

nobara will tug on your sleeve until you oblige and follow her around the mall, your hand either taken by your girlfriend's or the brightly colored shopping bags she'd acquired over your trip. some for her, some for you, because she was just dying to put you in some of the shirts she'd seen around the mall. and she's smile and kiss your cheek when you went with her requests with no fuss

yuuji will take no liberties in picking you up at any point. greeting you? you're up in the air before you can say 'hello'. god help you if you even mention being tired, because he will carry you in his arms without a moments hesitation, holding you close to his chest and claiming he can't in good conscious let you walk while tired! as your boyfriend, its his job to take care of you

gojo will never ever hesitate to embarrass you with how doting he can get. dramatically gasping whenever he sees you in his kitchen making a snack and rushing over to you, pressing kiss after kiss to your face and squeezing you while praising the heavens he's able to see you today, ignoring how you turned your face away and whined at him to lay off

⋆｡˚ ♡ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION: with someone like you, how do you expect them to keep their mouth shut? they can never get enough of the way you blush or laugh at their compliments, or their daily vows of love. "you're a great cook, dear." if you made them a meal, or fawning over how great you look today, despite you being dressed in loose pajamas with a messy bedhead. they need you to always know how in love they are, constantly.

sukuna, surprisingly, can offer quite a few bits of praise to you through the day. while you may have to pause and figure out his wording to actually receive a compliment at times, that doesn't change how he'll always show his approval of you in his own way. he never fails to acknowledge your effort in something, patting your shoulder and congratulating you on whatever you did.

nanami is always straight to the point when he speaks, wasting no extra time to dance around a subject and often being more blunt than necessary with his words. and that carries over to how he loves you, of course. kissing the temple of your head, murmuring about how lucky he is to be with you, brushing hair out of your face while you lean in for a proper kiss.

⋆｡˚ ♡ GIFT GIVING: plastic charms, figurines, hair clips, clothes, jewelry, stuffies, flowers, games, they're never ending. you're never not on their mind, so it's really impossible for them to be out and about without seeing some beautiful roses in a shop window and not hesitate at all with buying it for you. a single off handed comment about how you're a fan of something, and suddenly your arms are full of different kinds of merch. you've had to reorganize your room countless times to fit everything they've gotten you in there, and you're starting to look like a hoarder. but, it makes them happy, so what choice do you have?

getou could plant acres of flower fields with how much roses he'd gotten you. you can't even remember when you'd told him your favorite flower, the innocent seeming question still forcing you to fill up vase after vase of beautifully picked red roses. the amount of times getou had shown up to your door, hands behind his back with a smile plastered over his face at your weary sigh. "what did you get now, sugu..." "i don't have a clue what you mean, my love."

maki will take the extra step and take you with her when she gets a gift idea, finding the way you'd fret over her funds as she casually bought you yet another scarf she caught you eyeing much cuter than surprising you with it. this happens so often that she's caught you snapping your head forwards when letting your eye linger on something too long, making her laugh and peck your cheek before snatching it up before you could notice.

⋆｡˚ ♡ QUALITY TIME: quiet nights, spent curled up next to each other simply enjoying the others presence. sitting next to you while you play your favorite game, throwing occasional questions at you and smiling when you eagerly answer them. sometimes they get sheepish at how in love they are, that you simply being there makes them feel happier than anything. but when you're cozied up next to them, snoring softly against their chest, they can't seem to care too much about anything else

megumi is the king of silent time together, claims it helps him study and plan for missions when nothing is happening around him. and while that's true, often times he will replace 'feeling lonely and wanting your company' with 'studying for an exam'. he's sure you aren't aware of what he truly means when he asks to come over though, even when he shows up with no textbooks or notes to 'study from', and immediately goes to cuddle up against you when you usher him inside your room.

choso is..very clingy lol. always following behind you wherever you go, sitting next to you with a soft smile even as you aimlessly scroll through your phone. he's so silent that you've forgotten his presence entirely a few times, yelping when you hear a low sigh or a shuffle of his hand against your own. you felt a little exposed at first, always being under surveillance by him, but you adjusted pretty quickly and accepted his way of affection.

⋆｡˚ ♡ ACTS OF SERVICE: call it a hero complex, but they just adore being your knight in shining armor. holding the door open for you, finishing an assignment for you after learning how stressed you've been recently, wrapping their coat around you when it gets too chilly out, making your favorite meal just because they could. why should you have to do things when they're right there?

toji, despite having cast away his family name, was still raised by a traditional family. which meant he'd assigned himself to any hard work that needed to be done. plumbing, cleaning, repairing of any kind, he was on it. at first he did it out of habit, used to being forced to pick up any chore that others didn't feel like doing. but over time, the way you'd thank him and hug him tight when he did something for you made his heart melt. nowadays, he almost gets giddy when he hears your frustrated mumbling from across the room, happy to help you yet again with whatever you needed.

yuuta is really the sweetest thing... he's always ready to help you out, no matter how small the issue is. the mornings are his favorite, though, watching your chest rise and fall peacefully while sunlight slowly made its way across your sleeping form. he loves being able to tidy up your room and get breakfast ready for you while you peacefully sleep the sunrise away. he'd turn his head towards the hall as he heard your footsteps shuffle closer to him, a blanket draped over your sleepy figure as you greeted him.

inumaki, even with your reassurance, still feels guilty at times for not being able to talk with you how you're used to. deciphering rice ball ingredients in response to you asking when his is birthday isn't the simplest task, unfortunately. so, he always makes sure to show his love through simple tasks he can do for you. keeping extra snacks in his bag for when you get hungry during class, handing you his umbrella if he notices the sky beginning to dribble on your way home, even when you insist he keep it. he doesn't mind the rain if it's with you.

[seelestia]

⟡ within your waking thoughts (there i’ll be).

⎯ what do they do when they miss you? how do they cope with yearning when you're away? { y for yearning ノ ordered by @floraldresvi! (sorry for the ping!) }

RESERVED FOR! ノ characters. aventurine, sunday, dr. ratio ft. gn!reader. { 1.3k words }

FLAVOR! ノ genre. fluff, slight angst (my apology to sunday lovers yet again), established relationship.

TOPPINGS! ノ tags. aventurine has his tech savvy moment, pre-2.2 sunday (heavy references but no spoilers), ratio has two phones (king of separating work & personal life !!!).

BAKER’S NOTE! ノ thoughts. a repost! bcs tumblr didn't like it the first time. hopefully, this one will be here to stay. thank u to vivi for requesting this ‹3

© seelestia on tumblr, may 2024. please do not repost, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

in your absence, aventurine welcomes little thoughts of you that float around his mind with open arms - and the way he indulges them is by simply texting you. effective and efficient, there is a reason why the cosmos calls it the second most used means for long distance communication. what about the first? well, he would've opted for calling you with his earpiece if only his line of work doesn't require 90% of its usage time.

let's just say the idea of fellow stonehearts interrupting his conversation with you ruins the fun. besides, he has deft fingers; coin tricks aren't the only thing in his book, you know, typing a few sentences in one go is no problem at all.

but maybe, he is using that too much to his advantage . . . considering the “25+” staring back at you from your notifications every few hours or so. aventurine is truly, irrevocably relentless.

anything even remotely in your favorite color found within his vicinity? new message: Saw something that reminded me of you, you must really like crossing my mind.

an item he thinks would fit you well? new message: I got you a gift. Does it suit your fancy? [1 attachment]

reminded of how cruel fate is to separate you two for so long? new message: Haven't seen your face in a while. Fifteen hours are a total too cruel, don't you agree?

have faith that you will never grasp the true meaning of boredom when you’re apart from him. luck follows a man like aventurine, so do interesting events - remember how he won a vacation to a resort with one chip? he revels in telling you stories of his encounters while you're away. it is as if thrill revolves around him constantly. . . one wonders just how he fares living on the edge of it all.

(you, for one, are aware of his ways. he has allowed you to wander far enough behind his masquerade, after all.)

of course, texts on an illuminated screen can barely compare to seeing you in person. he prefers having you in his arms instead - but he'll live. solitude is an old friend of his, albeit distant and cold, aventurine can deal with its company every once in a while. at the end of the day, he knows you’ll be there when he comes home.

though, it's such a shame he cannot see your face when you're apart. the curve of your lips as you smile, the twinkle in your eyes with his reflection in them, and. . . ah, seems like he is making this harder for himself. maybe, he should consider buying that HD holographic communicative device on the market? his ears caught wind of some P45 officers at pier point whispering about it before.

it'll cost a large sum of credits but hey, he thinks it'll be worth it. for you? anything is possible.

(...him? clingy? well, guilty as charged.)

sunday’s self-discipline is not something to be underestimated. halovians are a species known for their enchanting voices, yet he feels as if he cannot spare any for even his inner thoughts. what an irony. his longing for your presence is persistent, tumbling at the edge of his tongue - but he is equally as, if not more, stubborn and so he swallows this yearning down instantly.

you are not confined to the dreamscape like he is, as self-imposed as that may be. sunday is aware of that, hence his first instinct is to keep quiet. the curse of sealing his lips till forevermore; watching you leave through the grand doors, letting his gaze fall to where your shadow used to be, savoring the last of your remaining fragrance from when you last bade him goodbye - all without a word.

(don't go, he wished he could say.)

is it a bad habit? “your voice shouldn't be used just to utter words that others want to hear,” you reminded him once. “it's also for you. it's yours.”

but even then, your words are akin to a faint whisper; muffled by the thoughts that plague his mind like a mist. he can't help how they fog up his reflection in the mirror, leaving remnants of something acrid that wafts in the air. something like doubts, sunday would know because he has dwelled in it for as long as he remembers.

you are outside, fluttering your wings in the sky and enjoying what it has to offer. does he have any rights to disturb you? perhaps, in his eyes, sunday views himself as a string tied around your talon, trailing all the way from the heavens where you soar to the humble ground where he resides. each time your absence compels him to reach out, it is as if he’s tugging on that string and dragging you lower from the height you truly relish in, from the height you deserve to be at.

(sunday believes that you belong to the sky, unlike him.)

so here, he shall stay and here, he shall wait until you return. sunday’s heart begins to grow cold - but the farewell kiss you've left on the apple of his cheek hasn't faded. its warmth remains, even when he brushes his freezing hand against it, it remains.

you remain.

(and that is enough for him.)

dr. ratio is a man with a packed schedule, so it's safe to say he keeps himself occupied particularly well. tasks at the intelligentsia guild are nothing short of demanding, after all. there are researchers asking for his input left and right, although some tremble while speaking to him even when he hasn't even uttered a word yet. ignoring that, he also aids in projects that require his expertise. last but not least, his students and classes which he takes very seriously.

(but be careful with how you phrase it — the doctor doesn't view them as distractions, no, he sees them as his responsibilities — saying the former might offend him.)

as you can see, he is perfectly capable of spending time away from you. . . .or at least, until it's time for a break and a part of that perfection chips off.

his office is quite tranquil, free from outside noise, just the way he likes. this place bears a similar purpose as his headgear, to let him focus in silence without disturbance - but he hasn't expected that exact silence to be this deafening. hah, how absurd! in what realm of possibility could silence ever be associated with deafening as an adjective? he supposes it could be a case of tinnitus. . . but veritas knows that isn't the case.

something's missing and it is, much to his dismay, you.

veritas has his standards. he prefers things to be set at a specific level - and this level of silence, one marred further by your lack of presence, is too low for him. he's getting too used to seeing you barge into his office with neatly packed sandwiches in your hands, a revelation he'd rather keep to himself.

veritas reaches for his personal phone, his work one left neglected at the far end of the desk. he considers making a call to you but the clock is ticking. tick tock tick tock, as if to hang the fact that his break is reaching its end over his head.

utilizing whatever time he has left, his finger gives the gallery app a tap. various pictures pop up on the screen; selfies of you with silly expressions, candid shots of veritas himself and some photos of random objects like your matching mugs. all of these were taken by you, of course. seriously, is this his phone or is it yours?

who knows at this point? he nearly lets out a snort, but that smile on his face is fooling no one. the doctor continues scrolling through his gallery, utterly content with just this until he gets home. to you.

(yes, yes, this still counts as keeping himself occupied. thank you for your concern.)

— thank you for reading! reblogs with comments are most appreciated.

[aliaology]

ANYTHING || 800 followers special! <3

SUMMARY: its all just you and jack — 1.3k words

WARNINGS: slight fighting

PAIRING: jack hughes x fem hughes!

you started dating jack when you were seventeen. it was nerve racking for your teen self— especially since he was your first real relationship. not any situationship or incredibly long talking stage, but a full on labeled relationship. boyfriend and girlfriend.

no one truly believed you two would make it, not at first at least. you were the shy girl at school, the cliche smart student who sat in class and didn’t talk much, but got perfect grades. jack was the cliche jock, known for how incredibly good he was at hockey, and the fact his brother was in the NHL.

seriously, the thought of the shy girl, and athletic popular boy was one no one thought of. it really never would have happened if it wasn’t for the fact some of jack’s teammates wanted to go watch the girls volleyball game. you were in the stands, watching your best friend play; excited for spring because it would be you playing a game and her watching.

the stands were full of students, parents and staff. the game was a big one; senior night. the only open area was the row behind you in the student section. you adorned your best friends away jersey, and even had cute face paint dots of your school colors. thats when jack saw you. as he stepped up onto the stands with his team to get to the open spot, he saw your pretty smile and glasses.

of course, jack stared. he thought you were really pretty, and you looked nice as well. you didn’t have a resting bitch face, but instead a resting smile. you looked sweet. so, he took the opportunity when it arrived and moved to the (now) open seat next to you. from there, he got your number and your name.

after that small interaction, and the moment he got home, he texted you. his teeth showing as he smiled looking down at his phone, seeing the chat bubble pop up. the light illuminated his face, the texts reflecting in his eyes. you practically had him twirling his hair. he found you to be incredibly funny— and really pretty.

he found himself texting you every night, every day. and you found yourself responding each and every time. after an awfully long while of talking, you took the next step and asked him out to the movies. you bit your thumb as you texted him— worried about rejection. but the worry was wiped away when he immediately responded with a yes. he found it very attractive you made the first move.

the day of the first date was the day you had your first ever make out. sitting in his car, leaning over the center console. your hand on his neck, his hand on your cheek. you grew scared he’d stop talking to you after that night, but instead it drew him closer. he wouldn’t let you be— and you liked that.

meeting his parents was scary— especially on christmas. he met your parents on thanksgiving, that was three months after you made it official. now it was four months and it was christmas eve. you were on his porch with a few gifts in your hand— you got one for everyone in his family even after he assured you that you didn’t need to.

the door opened and jacks smiling face was the first thing you saw. you loved his smile so much— it made your lips twitched upwards. he pulled you inside and quickly introduced you to his entire family, even quinn who came back from vancouver.

you believed you won them over as soon as you handed them your gifts for them. they were small things, but ones you believed they’d like after talking long and hard to jack about it. you got fifteen year old luke the new nhl game for his xbox— one he’d been whining about wanting. you gave jim a signed bruins puck— one bobby orr signed. you wouldn’t tell him how it ruined your bank account to get.

quinn definitely liked you when he saw how you were with his brother, but he liked you more when he opened his gift to find a small golden bracelet with the number fourty three on it. ellen opened her gift to see a pretty gold necklace, with a locket. you had jack send you baby pictures, so you put one of the three boys on it. to say you made a good impression was an understatement.

they all definitely liked you then, but they really liked you when they saw the way jack looked at you. the way he looked at you as he opened his gift— eyes wide in excitement as he jumped up before hugging you— lifting you in the air. you knew he was a leafs fan, but you didn’t expect that for his reaction. you should’ve, knowing how expensive front row tickets were to these games.

when you tried to get home, jack tried to get you to stay. you were going to fight his words, but his mother insisted, so you did. you stayed for dinner. you talked to everyone, and slowly you became apart of their family. their big and happy family.

you and jack had your first major disagreement when you were both twenty. you went to school in boston, aiming to get your bachelors in physical therapy. jack was all the way in new jersey, and though not too far, you still didn’t get to see him as often.

you guys called every night, but they were becoming less frequent as he began going out with his teammates more. more clubs, more bars. you worried. so you communicated with him, you told him your worries. thats where the fighting started. after three days of no contact, you somehow found yourself in his car.

all of your stuff was in the back and you were on your way back to newark. your head was propped against the door, eyes shut. you two hadn’t truly made up, but he came and got you anyways. his hand was on your thigh, his eyes were on the road. you slept, and it stayed silent.

you officially made up when you made it to his place safely. him apologizing in more ways than one to do his best to show you there truly was no one else. you cried a lot during the talk, your head in his lap as your tears fell onto his pants. but he didn’t care, he just let you rest there, and he let you let it all out.

your favorite part of the apology was when you lied in bed with him. your bodies entwined and tangled in the sheets. your head on his chest, listening to him breathe, to his heart beating. listening to him move. his hands rubbed up and down slowly on your sides.

you didn’t want to talk. you didn’t want to talk about anyone, or anything. you just wanted to lay here.

you finally moved in with him when you were twenty-two. somehow— fifteen year old luke turned to twenty year old luke and he was there as well. you living with jack turned into your favorite thing ever. you were awoken with small kisses to your lips— and if he was one a roadie, you were awoke to kisses on the cheek by the dog you adopted with him.

you got to kiss him whenever and wherever you wanted. you got to kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek, his lips, all of him. you got to have him. small delicate kisses to his eyes were his favorite.

his favorite thing about you living with him was also how easily you made it all feel like home. even with just the sound of your footsteps.

i love happy cute fics

[virginsexgod69]

hi! can i please request a rick grimes x reader fic? dealer’s choice!

❝ Special ❞

YAAAAAY! my very first request! =D i was so excited to do this and i really hope you like it anon <3

18+

pairing Rick Grimes x Reader

summary You give Rick a very special day.

cw smut, unprotected p in v, creampie (kinda), bathtub sex

1.3k words

note i really wanted to post something for valentine's day, so just ignore that it was 5 days ago...haha...

You wanted to do something special for your boyfriend. He works so hard everyday for everyone. He deserved to relax, to be pampered, and no better day to do it than Valentine's Day. You looked outside and saw the sun was due to set soon, meaning he'd be home any minute. 

 Thankfully, the house was empty. Judith was with Carol and Carl was off somewhere. You hurried up the stairs and into the bathroom. You turned on the bathtub faucet, making sure the water was the perfect temperature. As the tub filled up, you gathered some candles from around the house and lit them around the bathroom, making it look romantic. For a finishing touch, you poured in some bubblebath and sprinkled flower petals -from the wild flowers you picked earlier that day- in the tub and around the bathroom. It wasn't perfect, but it looked pretty damn good considering the circumstances. Once the tub was full, you turned off the water and waited patiently for Rick to come home. 

"What is all this?" Rick asked as you guided him into the candlelit bathroom. 

"It's my gift to you. Now take off your clothes!" 

He chuckled at your eagerness for him to undress. "Gift for what?" 

"For Valentine's Day," you say as you unbutton his shirt for him. 

 He froze. Guilt was evident in his eyes as he looked away from you. He grabbed your hands and gently pulled them away from him. 

"I..uh...I didn' kn-" 

You cut him off with a gentle peck to the lips. "Don't worry about it, okay? Just let me spoil you." 

Rick laughed, but relented anyway, letting you continue to undress him. Once he was completely naked, you couldn't help but admire his body. Despite having seen him naked many times before, you always got butterflies when his bare body was before you. Your core was already aching for him and he hasn't even done anything! 

 Rick stepped out of his pants and into the tub. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt the hot water soothe his aching body. He relaxed against the tub and looked up at you with adoration in his clear blue eyes. 

"What did I do to deserve this," he said with a lazy smile on his face. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before standing behind the clawfoot tub. You began massaging his shoulders, feeling how tense he was. 

"You work too hard, baby," you commented as you massaged him. 

"Got to," he leaned further back against the tub with his eyes closed, "these people don' know how to defend themselves." 

"You're such a good man, Rick." There was so much adoration in your voice that he couldn't help but melt into your touch. 

You grabbed a washcloth and wet it in the bathtub before lathering some body wash in it. Before you could even put the soapy washcloth on his body, he grabbed your wrist. 

"Get in with me," he requested. 

You smiled sweetly at him. "Rick, I want to make today special for you." 

He looked at you pleadingly with those blue eyes. Those blue eyes you couldn't say no to, even if you wanted to. 

You stripped off your clothes and tied your hair up so it wouldn't get wet. Rick's eyes followed you as you approached the tub again. He was looking you up and down hungrily, making your body heat up in both desire and bashfulness. You slid into the hot water and rested your back against Rick's strong chest. He nuzzled into your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your middle. 

“Well, now today’s extra special.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words as your cheeks heated up. His hands strayed from your waist in favor of caressing your soft thighs. His facial hair tickled your skin as he pressed gentle kisses to the junction between your neck and shoulder. The fingers caressing your thighs found their way to your needy cunt, sliding between your silky folds. Despite being submerged in the bathwater, he could still feel how wet you were. The rough pads of his fingers began rubbing slow circles on your clit, eliciting a restrained whimper from you. 

“R-Rick, I’m supposed to be making today special for y—” You were cut off by him biting your shoulder. 

  He ignored you and continued to pleasure your clit, causing sensual sounds to escape your pretty lips. His other hand traveled to your breast, roughly kneading before pinching your nipple. The finger that was rubbing your clit slid down your folds before entering your tight hole. The moan you let out sent blood rushing to the man’s cock. Your velvety walls clenched around his finger as it slid in and out of you. Your hips thrusted up into his hand as his pace increased. Your legs began to shake as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

“P-please, Rick,” you whimpered. 

He easily slipped in another finger and began rubbling your clit again with his thumb. You knew you wouldn’t last much longer with the combination of his rough fingers pinching your nipple, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you, and his thumb hastily rubbing circles on your clit. Your mind went blank and you screamed Rick’s name as you came. He continued to finger fuck you through your orgasm, pressing kisses on your neck and shoulder. 

  Once you came down from your high, you felt his hardness against your back. You freed yourself from the man’s loving grasp and turned to face him. You lined his hard cock up with your entrance, slowly lowering yourself onto it. The slight stretch caused by his cock felt so euphoric, it always did. You grabbed his face to pull him in for a kiss, but the way he was looking at you so lovingly gave you pause. You smiled at him and moved his hair out of his face before finally pulling him in for a kiss. This kiss wasn’t hungry and lustful; it was passionate, loving, and sensual. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, tasing you as if he were trying to absorb your essence. The need for air forced you two apart, but not for long as his lips returned to your body once again. He left nips and kisses across your neck and chest as his hands traversed down to your hips. He lifted you from his cock, before pulling you back down, meeting you halfway with a thrust of his own. He did this a few times before you picked up the rhythm. His mouth around your nipple had your pussy clenching around him. The sounds of pleasure he let out only motivated you to go faster, ignoring the water splashing out from the tub because of your movements. You felt him twitch inside you, letting you know he was close. The feel of his veiny cock scraping against your soft, fleshy walls nearly brought you to your second orgasm. 

“Cum inside me, Rick,” you nearly begged. 

He responded by pulling you in by the back of your neck for another kiss. His thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm overtook him. The two of you came in unison, teeth and tongues clumsily clashing as you moaned into each others mouths. Your pussy squeezed his cock, milking every drop of his hot seed out of him as you came. You slumped against him, resting your head on his shoulder once the two of you came down from your highs. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close. 

“Thanks for makin’ today so special, sweetheart,” he said before placing a gentle kiss to your head. 

You sleepily hummed in response as the man traced shapes onto your back with his finger. 

“We should probably get in the shower and actually wash ourselves.” 

“Yeah.” 

happy belated valentine's day! =]

[glitteredrry]

harry’s love languages

summary: let’s explore all the love languages, and how it pertains to your relationship with harry.

warnings: fluff and the smallest bit of angst.

wc: 1.3k

author note: hello, i’m back from my little break. excuse any spelling errors i wrote this at 2 AM. enjoy!

1) acts of service

Throughout your relationship with Harry, you knew one thing for certain he had a heart of gold. His soul was like no other that you had previously dated. From that very first week, you knew that he was different from other guys. You and Harry met due to the unfortunate meeting of you going off on him being a noise disruption, and you having to find out you moved next to a struggling musician. After you left his place, you felt guilty about how abrasive you were. You knocked on his door with takeout in one hand and red wine in the other, and from there you two hit it off. For the following weeks, depending on how both of your schedules worked out you would eat dinner together. During one of your dates with him, you mentioned how because of your schedule with work you never had the time to go stop in the morning to get coffee. Harry’s face immediately frowned but he chose not to continue the topic. So, imagine the surprise when Harry showed up at your door bright in the morning with coffee and a pastry. He didn’t say much and never wanted any money back from it. It was something that he was more than happy to do, and some days that he was in a rush he would often leave it to the side. Your feelings for him were growing rapidly because of how attentive he was. If he noticed a certain drink that you liked at his house he would make sure for it to always be stocked. You would leave him on the couch in your apartment to go take a shower, then end up seeing him in your sink cleaning the few dishes you had inside. He never complained, you never forced him to do these things he did them all out of the kindness of his heart. Your love for him grew, and your relationship grew, but these acts of service never stopped.

2) gift giving

Fighting is normal for every couple right? You get in an argument, say something stupid, and then your significant other buys you a gift…then all is forgiven. Well, not for you. The arguments started because of the gifts and would only cause another argument if another gift was given. As soon as you and Harry hit the one-month mark in your new relationship, you bought each other a gift. It was meant to be something silly but something that would be significant in your relationship. Well, that’s what you told him and he agreed to a budget. No more than $20, so you couldn’t understand why you opened the box with a bracelet that you knew was more than $20. The argument was just that you couldn’t understand why he was trying to spoil you and he just had to explain it because he feels that you deserve it. Once your relationship hit the year mark, you knew that his giving qualities weren't going to fade away. So, the argument subsided but the gifts continued. From fresh flowers sitting in the kitchen in your shared apartment weekly, to him deciding to spend money on any recent hobby you picked up.

3) physical touch

If you were to look up the term clingy, Harry would be pictured right next to it. Looking back, you could remember the signs of him being someone who loved physical touch. It was in the first few months when you had noticed it. If you were sitting together Harry wouldn’t miss the opportunity to lay his head on your shoulder. It didn’t matter if it was just the two of you in the comfort of your home, or out with a group of friends. He didn’t miss a beat. His hand rested in between your thighs, First, he gave a joke saying he needed the warmth of your thighs for his cold fingertips, eventually, it became his place of comfort. His body entangled in yours as you both slipped into a different world in your sleep. Harry never told you that once he slips into his sleep, his mind travels to a different universe. You were always by his side. His hand in yours. You were his forever home.

4) quality time

Harry was one of the healthiest relationships that you’ve ever had. After your first anniversary, you knew he was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He was gracious, kind, giving, and an all-around amazing boyfriend…although he was amazing doesn’t mean he was perfect. By the time you were living together shortly after your anniversary you learned something about Harry you didn’t know before. He was shit at time management. You didn’t ever get to understand or see this side of him since you both lived in two separate apartments. Harry would have to fit you into his schedule, and it had never been a problem before. Yet, when you moved in with him you were often left with last-minute text, cold food, and a silent apartment. You had never been with a musician before so you couldn’t quite grasp that his schedule fluctuates. One day he could be home before the sunsets, another day he could be getting home at 3 AM. At first, you brushed it off, but once Harry didn’t make it to dinner for a week straight you couldn't help but feel his absence. You took a shower and spent the entire time overthinking the situation, you couldn’t understand why Harry went from in the beginning spending dinner with you multiple nights out the week to not showing up at all. So, when you mix overthinking and coming up with your conclusion it never works out. You couldn’t help but think that Harry might be getting sick of this relationship. Maybe living together wasn’t meant to be. So, once Harry came home to you around midnight, he couldn’t understand the distance he felt between you two. His heart couldn’t take the feeling it had that you might be upset with him. Once he asks, it opens up a healthy conversation. You asked if he was feeling any second thoughts about living together. He asked what made you think that. You explained, he listened with a heavy heart. He calmed your thoughts explaining that this is how his job works, and how he should have communicated better about it. Harry only had to hear your concern one time because he never made you want to feel lonely in a relationship. From there he spent and free time he had within his to go be with you when it fit both of your schedules. From sharing sandwiches on your lunch break, going to the studio as he writes, or making a special night for dinner and a movie at home. Harry never again neglected that quality time with you, he never wanted to take your love for granted.

5) words of affirmation

Harry was big on finding a way to constantly fill up your cup. He wanted you to be confident always, he always wanted you to believe in yourself as much as he does. Harry didn’t miss an opportunity to give you reassuring words. He left sticky notes all around the home wanting you to find them. Somehow whatever sticky note you found is what you need to hear at the moment. Thank you for walking this journey of life with me. You’re better than any dream I could have. My home, have a beautiful day. You inspire me. There aren’t enough words in the world to explain my love for you. With each sticky note, you discover your saved. He didn’t stop there. He was constantly complimenting you in more ways than one. Your cooking, your beauty, and your mind. Harry’s words filled something in your soul that couldn’t be explained. So, how could you say no to him when he got on one knee on the day of your third anniversary?

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

New Years Day - Billy Butcher

A/N: Happy New Year, friends! Hoping that this year brings nothing but the best for all of us. Here is a little New Years gift, albeit a little late. I want to push myself to write more this year, on here and not, so hopefully you'll see a little more of me!

TS Prompt #2: New Year’s Day

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Reader Word Count: 1.3k Synopsis: New Years morning with Billy <3

The first thought in Billy Butcher's mind when he wakes up is that if he tries to open his eyes, his head will explode. He groans as he turns away from the light streaming in through the small apartment's bedroom window and chances a quick peek at the room.

His head has not exploded, but it is pounding. After a few seconds to get used to the cruel light of day, he rolls back over on his back. The sheets smell of whiskey and something else he can't place, but definitely a smell from the party last night.

He reaches out, expecting to find you lying next to him, probably just as hungover as he is, and hopefully as naked as he had left you the night before. His hand only brushes over the coldness of your pillow.

He sits up quickly, which is a mistake, as the drinks from last night threaten to come back up. As his stomach settles, he climbs out of bed and follows the light coming from the hall. There is rustling and clinking coming from the kitchen, much quieter than the clinking glasses from the night before.

He finds you here, a trash bag in hand, and a fluffy robe wrapped around you. You glance up at him when you hear his shuffling and give him a tired smile.

"Happy New Year," you whisper.

"Is it?" he asks. He stops in front of you and leans down to kiss you. "What are you doing up so early?"

"The sunlight woke me up," you say with a shrug. "Figured I'd get a jump start on cleaning up the mess of our party."

"You don't have to do that all on your own, love," he says, taking the bag from your hand.

"I also figured you'd be pretty hungover. I didn't expect to see you for a while."

"Are you not hungover?" he asks, quickly recounting in his mind how many drinks each of you had. You might have had a few less, but he had a higher tolerance. If he was hungover, you had to be.

"Oh I am," you say with a pained expression, "Which is why I took four Tylenol this morning and why I couldn't fall asleep after I did."

"Rest, let me clean up," he says, steering you towards the couch. He sits you down and kisses your forehead. As he does, he sees the mess of beer bottles, wine glasses, and anything else one can imagine scattering his living and dining room.

"Remind me why we had this party?"

"Because it's what you do on New Year's Eve," you say, standing back up, "Like how on New Years Day, you clean up all the bottles your friends left."

"What are you doing?" he asks as you walk back into the kitchen and grab another bag.

"This one is for the trash, you work on the bottles."

"Who brought plum flavored beer?" he asks in disgust, chucking the can into the bag.

"Oh, my work friend brought. It was not actually as bad as you'd think. I could have sworn you tried some."

"No," he grumbles, moving on to the next five cans.

"You were definitely there when she was passing them around."

"I'm telling you, I was not. In fact, the only time I saw you at the party was when it was over and you finally joined me in bed."

"Don't say finally like you were in there all night," you say with a roll of your eyes. "You partied well past midnight."

"Well how could I not?" he asks, "The music never turned down once until everyone left."

"You're even grumpier this year than you were last."

"It's the hangover, love," he quips. You laugh and then immediately put a hand on your forehead. Billy watches you wince and comes over to your side.

"Maybe you need more than just Tylenol."

"I'll be fine. I figured we'd get some greasy breakfast food after this is all picked up and then get back into bed," you say. Billy raised an eyebrow at you. "No, not like that. The only kind of pounding going on today will be the one going on in my head."

"That's fair," he says, kissing your forehead.

"Also," you say, grabbing his hand before he walks off to pick up more leftover drinks. "We spent more time together last night than just at the end of the night."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, dumbass, you kissed me at midnight."

"That wasn't me, darling," he says, dropping his garbage bag on the floor. He notices smatterings of glitter all over his floor, and knows that it will be an even bigger mess to clean up, but doesn't care as he wraps his hands around your waste. You drop your own trash bag and look up at him.

"I'm pretty sure it was."

"I would have remembered that," he says, "But now I know there's someone from last night who is getting the ass-beating of a lifetime."

"Oh shut up," you say, shoving him gently. "Remember, everyone started counting down and I pinned you down--"

"Ooh," he says gruffly, pulling you closer. You roll your eyes.

"I pinned you down, meaning I finally found you, in the kitchen, and dragged you back out here for the countdown."

"And then what happened?"

"And then the clock struck twelve and you kissed me. Just like this." You close the gap between the two of you and tilt your head up to kiss his lips softly. His hand travels up into your tangled hair and you melt into the kiss for a few more minutes.

"Just like that," he hums when you break apart.

"Mhm."

"Expected something a little more wild for a New Years kiss."

"Oh, believe me, it got wilder when everyone left."

"Yeah, I'm remembering now." He thumbs at the opening of your robe and sees that it is the only thing you have on.

"Remember what I said about pounding," you say, reading the look in his eyes.

"Seems like we could have foregone the party and just spent the night together. No headaches, and all the pounding," he says with a wicked smile. You laugh and fall into his arms. "Unfair I only get you at midnight."

"You can have me at all your midnights. And I know I left you alone for a lot of last night, but I knew I'd get you all to myself this morning, that we'd clean up bottles together on New Years Day," you say, rubbing his back gently.

"I feel honored," he says sarcastically.

"No one else I'd rather clean up with," you say, looking up at him before breaking away.

You are quiet for a while, cleaning up your unspoken half of the mess. It isn't until Billy brings his full bag back into the kitchen that you speak again.

"You know, my friend with the plum beer told me something interesting."

"Yeah?"

"Well, she had been dating someone at work and they broke up after a few months. She said the break-up had been fine, but that after it was over, she had to ask to be transferred. She said she couldn't stand hearing his laughter, even four or five offices down."

Billy grunts in response, not sure what to say.

"After she told me, I found myself picking out your laugh in all of the noise last night." You sigh and Billy turns towards you. "Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognize anywhere."

"Y/N," he says gently, taking you in his arms again. "Never. I love you."

"I love you, too." He leans in to kiss you once more, his grip on you is firm as he deepens the kiss, making it more meaningful than the quick one at midnight, or even the ones he scattered over your body last night.

"Happy New Year, love."

"Happy New Year, Billy."

[sweetkpopmusings]

stray kids soulmate aus | h. hyunjin <3

a/n: eeeeeee my favorite kind of aus: soulmate aus!!! i was going to put all of the boys' pieces in the same post, but i could not resist writing more than a short blurb for them, so they are each getting their own post :,-) i'll add links to each of their names as i post these ! i'm not doing them in any particular order, but it felt right to start with the love of my life, hyunjin <33 pics not mine~

content: fluff, soulmate au | wc: 1.3k | warnings: none! | pairing: soulmate!hyunjin x gn!reader | requests: open

♡ chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin ♡

each soulmate has half a quote that is important to their relationship tattooed on their body.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

hyunjin rubbed his fingers over that one spot on his collarbone. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. those words, the half of a whole, were the only tie he had to you. touching that engraving on his flesh was the closest he could come to being held by you, and he craved that comfort the most when his heart raced like this. 

today was the kind of day hyunjin wished would wrap up sooner than later. he knew it wouldn’t, not when the sun had only recently risen and his day had started hours ago. days like this, full of schedules, full of practice, full of work, full of stress–these were the days that went on forever. adrenaline and caffeine buzzed through his body. hyunjin was ready to race through the day, fully aware that his limbs would ache at the finish line, leaving him with nothing to do but collapse into rest as soon as it was over. 

i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. i remember we broke into. 

hyunjin had missed chan calling his name five times, forcing his eyes to turn in the general direction of chan’s whereabouts when he finally replied, “yeah?”

“we are going to the convenience store. want to come with?”

chan’s question came out as more of a suggestion, and hyunjin did not need much convincing to get a change of scenery. he caught up with his members, walking quickly at the back of the group, his feet falling on the ground in a steady beat of i remember we broke into. maybe the stress had his mind too jumbled to be down on earth. maybe he was lost in questions of what in the world the other half of that quote could be. maybe he was annoyed that he forgot to bring his good sunglasses on a day the sun was shining brightly. maybe he simply yearned for his bed and a break. regardless of the reason, something preoccupied hyunjin, which caused him to bump his shoulder against someone else’s body. 

“ah!” hyunjin grabbed his shoulder.

“i’m sorry! are you okay?”

one of your hands clasped the shoulder with which you had hit hyunjin. in your other hand, you held something that captured all of hyunjin’s attention: a banana man plushie, fitted with a deadpan expression and a bright yellow hoodie. hyunjin, without registering much else of the situation, burst out laughing. you were surprised by this, to say the least. however, once you followed his gaze and saw that he couldn’t take his eyes off your friend’s birthday gift in your hand, you burst into laughter yourself. that banana man, in that moment, was the funniest thing in the world. you and hyunjin knew that for a fact when you felt your stomachs cramp and ache from the laughter. the way that you two were giggling and fighting for air was nothing short of contagious, so all the people walking around you started to believe that the plushie was top-tier entertainment. not that either of you noticed, when all of your attention was focused on something special between you.

hyunjin took a gasp of air he desperately needed. while the banana man was captivating, he looked toward the source of the laughter that mixed so sweetly with his own, and he found you.   for the first time that day, his eyes completely focused on the world in front of him. hyunjin couldn’t look away, and, heart fluttering with a joy and excitement he didn’t quite understand, he smiled and savored the sound of your final chuckles. after you caught your breath, you absentmindedly massaged the point of contact on your shoulder, and you waited for hyunjin to answer your previous question. he stared at you, confusion furrowing his brow slightly, until he felt a small pang in his shoulder and remembered you two had just crashed into each other. 

“yeah, yeah, i–i am. sorry, are you..are you okay?”

you nodded, endeared by his light laughs lingering in the air, the way he stumbled over words as he caught his breath, and his brown eyes. there was a pause, so you moved your hand away from your shoulder to grab your bag, though you had absolutely no intention to leave. something held you there; this moment between you and the beautiful boy in front of you wasn’t meant to end yet (or, at least, you weren’t ready for it to). unbeknownst to you, that simple movement of your hand revealed a tattoo just like hyunjin’s. the words were different, but the script, placement, size, and even the slant of it beneath your collarbone was a mirror image of the words hyunjin carried on his body.

laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s heart raced.

laughter when we saw each other. 

his pulse found a new rhythm, one his mind fell perfectly into step with, as his eyes danced across each letter on your skin.

laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other. laughter when we saw each other.

hyunjin’s jaw dropped. you looked back at the wide-eyed man, unsure as to why you telling him that you were okay after your collision was shocking news.

“i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other,” hyunjin said softly.

you heard him perfectly clear, though you weren’t entirely sure what he meant by that, so you teased him, “we did just see each other, so i hope you’d remember that.”

he smiled, another quick laugh falling from his lips as he moved his shirt collar to reveal the words on his collarbone, “i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.”

now your jaw dropped, “oh my god.”

a flurry of butterflies unleashed in hyunjin’s stomach because he couldn’t believe how cute you looked when shock and wonder filled your expression, but he managed to ask, “do you know what it’s from?”

“no, i–”

your answer was interrupted by chan calling out hyunjin’s name. hyunjin whipped his head toward him, signaled with a wave of his hand that he’d be there shortly, and returned his attention to you. you stared at his collarbone, seeing the tattooed words clearly, despite the fabric of his shirt covering them. he giggled as he reached his hand out to you, a new contact page opened on his phone.

without having to think, you accepted the phone and typed in your number, “i don’t think i’ve heard that before.”

“well, i have to go back to work, but would you be able to look it up and send me what you find?”

“of course,” your fingertips brushed against his when you handed the phone back, and you smiled brightly in response to the soft electricity.

“i’m hyunjin.”

“i’m y/n.”

he inhaled as though he were smelling freshly baked bread, and serenity washed over him, “i’ll see you soon, y/n.”

“i sure hope so, with us being soulmates and all.”

he laughed as he waved goodbye, and you laughed as you watched him walk away. i remember we broke into laughter when we saw each other.

unable to resist the temptation, you stepped out of the flow of pedestrians and typed those words into the search bar. Ada Limón’s “What I Didn’t Know Before” popped up immediately. reading the last four lines over and over again, you felt butterflies swarm your stomach and certainty rush through your heart.

“I remember we broke into laughter / when we saw each other. What was between / us wasn't a fragile thing to be coddled, cooed / over. It came out fully formed, ready to run."

this poem was, without a doubt in your mind, the correct solution to the question you had been asking your whole life. you also knew, without a doubt in your mind, hyunjin was the right person to hold your heart, after it had been calling out to someone from its first beat. you sent hyunjin a link to the poem, holding on tightly to the banana man plushie as you walked toward your next destination.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[feyreswaterybowels]

Shadows Dance 🐦‍⬛ (#3)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) has been taken by Jarek, being held hostage. She starts plotting to take him out.

Warnings: references to implied sexual assault.

Word Count: 1.3k

1 | 2 | Part 3 ↓

I stumbled as Jarek let me go roughly and I steady myself looking around. The house is large, and I’m not sure what court we’re in. I search for a window to get a clue, any clue at all but they’re all covered with thick drapery.

The foyer we stand in has dim lighting, everything is dark maroons, grays and blacks. Heavy chandeliers hang above, adorned with red crystals. There’s a large staircase in the middle directly across from a large set of doors, a corridor on each side.

“Welcome home,” Jarek breathes close to my ear and I jump, not realizing he had gotten so close to me.

“This is not my home,” I nap, taking a step away from him, reaching for my dagger only to find its sheath empty. Jarek’s laugh echoed around me.

“Did you think I would be dumb enough to leave any weapons on you?” He cocks an eyebrow at me, lifting his hand and twirling the dagger around. I don’t know when or how he got it but I fight to bare my teeth at him. That dagger had been a gift from Azriel on our 70th anniversary. “Your powers won’t work here either, girl. I’ve had a powerful ward placed on this house. Only my powers work here.”

I tried to reach out for Az, to let him know I’m unharmed but there was nothing there. I freeze, stomach twisting painfully. I couldn’t find our bond.

“Oh, yeah,” Jarek grins, “you won’t be reaching your mate here either. After all, how could I take you as mine while you’re connected to another? That simply wouldn’t do. Now, my servant will take you to your room. Get you cleaned up and out of those hideous clothes. You are to be down for dinner within the hour.”

A girl appears then. Dressed in a long maroon servants dress, black apron tied to her front. Her golden skin reminded me of those from summer court, her eyes were almost black and her dark, curly hair was pinned up at the nape of her neck.

She gestures for me to follow her and I approach.

“What is your name, dear?” I ask softly, her eyes widen as if shocked that I’ve spoken to her.

“She cannot speak so don’t try. Her tongue was removed when she was caught stealing,” Jarek speaks, voice dismissive. I raise my chin in anger.

“I would like to know her name,” I responded defiantly, this poor girl.

Jarek rolls his eyes to look at me. Watching silently for a moment before sighing—realizing I wasn’t going to let it go.

“Gianna.” He spits it out as if he hates to say it. I turned back to the girl, her dark eyes glossy, when was the last time she heard someone speak her name? And for it to be said with such hatred?

“Come, Gianna, I will follow you now,” I speak to her, kind and soft. I can see her gratitude, and can tell she wants to say something but she can’t. I give her a reassuring smile before gesturing for her to lead the way.

I hear Jarek scoff behind us but I ignore him, vowing that when I get out of here Gianna will be coming with me. She will make a wonderful addition to Velaris.

We go up the stairs, then down a long hall that twists and turns all different ways. We finally come to a stop, Gianna opens the door and I step inside.

I watch as she sets to work bustling around the room, lighting the fireplace, fluffing pillows before heading to the adjoining bathroom. I hear the water and smell the bath salts. I sigh, shaking my head before heading that way. There is a dress hanging to the left of the bathroom and I want to rip it to shreds. I undress without a bother before sliding into the bath.

Gianna retrieves my clothes but I gesture for her to come over.

“Where are we?” I whisper, barely heard over the running water of the bath. Her eyes widen slightly before looking behind her. “Blink once for yes, twice for no, okay?” I ask, just as quietly.

She gives me a small head nod and I’m relieved.

“Night Court?” Two blinks.

“Day? Dawn?” Two blinks.

“Winter? Summer?” Two blinks again. Fuck we’re far from home.

“Autumn?” One blink from wide eyes.

“Did you know my sister? Did you know Sarah?” I ask—one blink.

“Did he hurt her?” Dark eyes filling with was the only answer I needed. One blink. I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“Thank you, Gianna,” I whisper, letting her pull away. I see her quickly wipe her eyes before leaving the room, closing the heavy wooden door behind her.

He’s dead. That’s all you can think. Jarek will die. The bastard. To take her sister, harm her, all because of some stupid pettiness. How could he? How could he think I would ever want to be with him?

I need to play along. I need to play along long enough to get him to trust me and then I’ll kill him. Slit his throat. Rip his heart from his chest. Stab his eyeballs. Chop his dick off.

I slip under the water. Letting the warmth surround me. I want to go home. I want my sister. I want to know the name of the little boy who clung to her. I want Azriel. I want my family.

Only when my lungs scream for air do I come back out. I’m angry. I feel my body shaking with it once again. I hate him. I hate him with every fiber of my being.

I let myself be angry. As I wash my hair, bath myself, dress myself. I loathe my reflection in the mirror. I knew why he picked this dress and I hated him even more for it. I do my own hair and make up. I slap on the jewelry that isn't my style at all along with the shoes previously laid out.

I search for the bond again, knowing it’s hopeless but needing to try anyway. Nothing. Damn him.

I approach the bedroom door. Sighing. Relaxing into myself. Play the part. Earn his trust. Make him believe you want him. Then kill him. It’ll take time but I can do this. I leave the room, heading down the corridor. I’m not really sure where I’m going but eventually I find my way back to the staircase.

He’s there, waiting. He takes notice of me, dull eyes darkening, jaw clenching. When I reach him I offer my hand. He seems surprised and I roll my eyes. Gesturing for him to take my hand.

“Lead the way,” I breathe and I feel something tingly in that spot on my arm. The spot he marked me with. I keep my mental shields up. I will not allow him to communicate with me in any way through that bond. He is not my mate. He is not my High Lord or Lady. He is not a high lord at all. He is no one. Nothing.

I have to keep myself from snarling as he speaks, leading me down the corridor to the right of the stairs.

“You look stunning. Exactly like the night of our first date,” He says, looking over at me as we enter the dining room.

I give him a look of feigned surprise. “You remember that night?”

“Of course I do, it was the start of the best three years of my life, before you met him,” He seethed, hand gripping mine hard enough I thought it would break.

I yelped in pain, jerking my hand away.

“My apologies, I still get quite upset over losing you,” He says, leading you to sit at the table. He sits at the head to your left, pours you a glass of wine and you smile tightly in return.

“We have much to discuss, (Y/N),” Jarek starts pouring himself a glass.

You take a sip of your wine, smirking into the red liquid.

Let the games begin.

[8aji]

Two in love can make it, take my heart and please dont break it. // f.t.

pairing: husband!toji fushiguro x reader, ft. megumi

wc: 1.3k

synopsis: sure, one could think of all those poor parents trying to deal with their kids' attempts at 'parent trapping' them back together, but what about the parents that have the burden of sharing a healthy, happy marriage?

tags/cw: fluff, dad + husband!toji bc best trope to ever exist <3 ooc!toji, mentions of divorce, megumi being very naive, implied insecurity.

a/n: a very very late valentine's gift from me to ya'll <3 i present you this 'parent trap' but not really drabble with toji bc he deserves all the love in the world and im willing to lose sleep if it means he gets it. // quick disclaimer! this was beta read by my best friend grammarly !! so if yall find any mistakes its one them :)

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

"What did you say 'Gumi?" You asked, picking up the wooden spoon you had dropped to the floor. You had heard him loud and clear; louder and clearer than usual you would. But just in case your ears were failing you, you felt compelled to ask again, still stunned at the words that had slipped through your son's lips.

The spiky-haired child next to you pouted in dismay, rolling his tired eyes and dramatically sighing in dismay like a tired old man. He let his cheek fall on top of the marble countertop and looked up at you while blowing a raspberry. He wasn't asking anything out of this world; to him, it was a pretty reasonable request that could be easily arranged if only the two of you talked it out like the adults you were.

"I said," he dragged out, huffing once again and letting his arms sprawl in front of him, "If you and daddy can get a divorce."

"Why do you want us to get a divorce–"

"Who's getting a divorce!" Almost like he weighed nothing, Toji had pulled Megumi up into his arms, rephrasing your question into a lighthearted statement before he carefully spun him around, making the pouty kid break into a fit of giggles.

"You two!" Megumi exclaimed back, throwing his arms up in the air when he felt secure enough in his dad's arms.

"I'm sorry, what?" You almost ran to the other side of the counter the minute Toji's face fell in confusion, almost dropping the child he was oh-so securely holding in his arms. "Are we?"

"'Are we' what?"

"Are we getting a divorce?"

"Yes!" 

"No." You cut off an excited Megumi, making him frown again once your husband sat him back down on the counter. He refused to look at you, crossing his arms and moving his face in every direction possible just to avoid your gaze. 

Toji shot you a questioning look, trying to telepathically communicate with you at the sight of your seemingly defeated son, the one who had previously been bouncing up and down as he ran towards you once he got back home from Yuuji's house. 

You shrugged in return, not having even a clue as to why he was acting like he was denied his lifelong wish. You'd have to admit Megumi could be a very dramatic child when he wanted, but with the subject matter at hand? Your marriage with Toji was as healthy as any marriage could be. The two of you even made the bare minimum of going to therapy before raising a child, so what exactly had prompted your son to ask about a possible divorce? You had no clue; maybe you should call Kaori, and ask her what exactly had gone down at the Itadori household. 

"Megs," Toji sat on one of the stools right in front of Megumi, who looked away from his dad just like he had done to you, "why do you want us to get a divorce?"

His question prompted you to follow suit, standing next to him and leaning against his shoulder. Megumi's eyebrows fell into an even deeper frown, hugging his legs close to his chest. He looked straight at his feet, moving them from side to side as if to distract himself from the perfect display of a happy marriage in front of him.

"If you get a divorce." He mulled over the terms of his bargain, tapping his index finger cutely over his chin. "I will learn to tie my shoes on my own, pinky promise."

"'Gumi," you drawled at the evident attempt to avoid the question. You ran your hands through his messy hair, reaching out slowly to see how he would react and almost cooing once he melted against your touch, letting out a yawn in the process. "Aren't you going to answer daddy?"

"Fine," he pouted, making grabby hands towards you; you hadn't realised it was already a little bit past his bedtime. "I want you to get a divorce so me and my friends can get you back together…" He trailed off with a yawn once he was secure in your arms, nuzzling his cheek against the crook of your neck, the last bits of energy wearing off. 

"And, uh, how exactly did you come up with this idea?" You patted his back before signalling to Toji with your eyes, silently telling him to help you put Megumi to bed. You had to admit that even if you were caught off guard by his paradoxical master plan, it still made you chuckle in amusement.

"We had a Lindsay Loohan marathon today."

"'You mean Lindsay Lohan sweetheart?" Toji intervened, trying his best to contain his own laughter as he opened the sticker-covered door, letting you walk inside before leaving it ajar.

"Yes, she." he hummed through a sleepy haze, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also on the movie as well."

"In the movie." You corrected, a warm smile overtaking your lips as you laid him down in his bed, motioning Toji to grab his doggy pyjamas. 

"'m sorry," he mumbled, not bothering to hide the big yawn he let out while he stretched, "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also in the movie."

"'The parent trap'?" Toji asked, brushing away Megumi's fringe before he began to change him, the hint of a smile clear through his words. It was a comically endearing sight; the humongous man kneeling on the floor in front of a tiny race car bed, making his son laugh by tickling his cheeks. 

"'t's one of Yuu's favourite films…"

"Hm, I see." You chuckled, confusion finally melting  into a mild amusement as your kid finally left  his cryptic questions behind. "And did you like it?"

He hummed again, the sound almost down to an imperceptible whisper; he crawled under his blankets while blindly looking for his black and white dog plushies. "Can we watch it tomorrow with pancakes?"

"Chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes?" Copying Toji's previous antics, you brushed your fingers through his tresses while you waited for a response.

"Both please?"

"That can be arranged," Toji adds, fondly looking at the way Megumi pulled his plushies closer to his chest, curling into a little ball as he hogged the blanket. 

You'd do anything in your power to keep the three of you like this; all huddled in your son's bedroom, the only thing illuminating the walls being the small night light next to his bed, with Toji as relaxed as he could be and Megumi all warm and cuddly. 

"For the record," your husband whispered next to you, never tearing his eyes from Megumi's sleeping form, "we're not getting a divorce, right?"

Despite his intimidating over 6ft figure, he was the most precious man to ever exist, with so much love to give even if he didn't know how to express it all that well. He had grown so much from how he had been when the two of you first met, slowly opening up to you and the rest of the world in spite of his fears and insecurities. You knew a lot of it was still deeply buried in the depths of his mind; sooner or later it was bound to arise, even if the trigger was one of Megumi's innocent, though mildly out of pocket, jokes.

Careful not to wake up the sleeping toddler, you scooted closer to him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. A small smile etched on his lips at your touch, moving your interlocked hangs back and forth as gently as possible. No language in the world could describe the love you held for the man sitting in front of you. But you could still try. Not with the overtly cheesy words he was still getting used to, or with the thousand paged essay you could write just describing the beauty within his eyes. But with something else, more simple and genuine even if to others the true meaning could get lost in its simplicity.

"I couldn't even dream of it."

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Johnlock Fluff rec list (so far!)

These will all include heartwarming sweet times, most will include love confessions and first times as well. I tried to make it not-so porny. I am a bit of a stickler for things feeling in character, so if you share that with me then you are in good hands <3

A Quiet Murmuration by cathedral_carver 4.6k words

“Just pay me back with one thousand kisses”

notes: domestic, getting together, lots of touches and lingering looks

You Fit Me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account 10k words

It feels natural when John slips under the covers as well, and scoots in closer to Sherlock. As Sherlock's arms envelope him tightly, he breathes a sigh of relief. They don't speak and it only takes John five minutes before he starts to drift off. His breathing gets deep and he feels oblivion starting to crawl in on him at the edges. His inhibitions are almost gone as he whispers, "I've missed you," into Sherlock's skin.

Sherlock doesn't reply immediately. Instead he removes a strand of hair from John's forehead.

John is almost completely lost to the world when Sherlock whispers back, "I've missed you, too."

notes: cuddling for an experiment, sherlock writes up a report at the end

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 1.3k words

“John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.”

notes: first kiss, sherlock loves the beard

Succulent by FinAmour 8.8k words 🔒

“You look nice tonight,” John says, and it all goes downhill from there.

About Sleep and Coffee and the Existence of Fate by Atiki 17.4k words

Naturally, John was startled when suddenly the ultimate solution occurred to him: Marriage. This was, of course, a bit of a fundamental problem rather than an actual solution. One didn't simply use the words “Sherlock” and “marriage” within the same sentence. Not even in a hypothetical context. (Five times John kind of wanted to propose to Sherlock, and one time he didn’t have to.)

A Hesitation Waltz by UrbanHymnal 5.5k words

“He lets the vibrato speak for him: love and loss, triumph and failure, longing for water and a bit of rest after so long a journey. He would follow John into the desert, walk through fire, sacrifice to any God. He would gladly kneel at John’s feet, if only given the chance, and worship him with each breath.”

notes: sherlock’s violin playing

A Lifetime Together by LondonSpirit 🔒 8.8k

“John and Sherlock falling in love.”

The Man in Aisle Ten by standbygo 🔒 1.3k words

“It's Christmas Eve, the busiest day for shopping at Harrod's, and there's a guy in aisle ten who's snapping at every sales associate who dares to approach him. It's up to Moira to help him find the perfect present.”

notes: I love seeing Sherlock through other people’s perspectives, and I can sympathize with holiday retail

Things That You Can’t Say Tomorrow Day by PsychGirl 4k words

“Things go horribly wrong while John and Sherlock are on a mission for Mycroft. Now they're out in the woods in the middle of winter with no coats and no shelter. However will they stay warm?”

notes: post-mary, no baby mention, getting together while sharing body heat

Easy by stopthat 2.8k words

“Something, it seems, has broken down between them. Something good.”

notes: asexual sherlock

Your Love by stopthat 1.5k

“Sherlock breathes in the scent of roses, feels the wind on his skin, tastes John on his tongue.”

notes: John calls Sherlock “love” by accident

The 12 Truths of Christmas by Breath4Soul 3.3k

“It’s a simple construct, John. There is nothing I value more than data. Facts, John.” Sherlock flourishes a long, thin hand, then steeples his fingers together over his lap. He scans John with steel blue eyes. “In place of some appalling or imbecilic gift inflicted upon me in the name of tradition on Christmas day, I propose that you provide me with one previously unknown fact about you for each day leading up to Christmas.12 in total, John.”

Nightfall by CKLizzy 8k words gen (part one of the amazing Solace Series)

“Awoken by nightmares, John and Sherlock seek each other's company at night. They find more than either of them knew they were missing.”

Loss of the Senses by goddess_of_the_ night 18.5k words

or "Five Times Sherlock Lost his Senses and One Time He Used Them All to Worship John"

Over the course of two years, Sherlock loses each of his five senses: Taste, Smell, Touch, Sound, and Sight. John is a saint who takes care of him despite Sherlock's insistence to push him away.

notes: can be read as gen if you stop before the last chapter

[mentallyisekaid]

「 ✦ Fatui Harbingers x Signora's Sister! Reader, PART 2.5 ✦ 」

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Part 1 Part 2 [Part 2.5] Part 3 Part 3.5

It's highly recommended to read the parts in order, otherwise few things will make sense!

Warnings: just me messing with Signora's lore because I can~

Word count: 1.3k

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And so, with Columbina serenely laying on your lap - and Scaramouche and Ajax's intimate gazes dispelling a part of those doubts that had haunted you for half a millenium...

a glimpse of your past was finally unveiled.

"Rosalyne and I were only half-sisters, and it sprouted a seed of discord between us before I was even old enough to understand what family meant. Albeit, what really drew us apart in the end was my father... or rather, the crime that he committed against the divine."

Twiddling with the warm, red crystal in your hands brought you no comfort - only reminded of a life time's worth of regret.

"A crime that manifested as the Pyro Vision I'm now holding. You could say it's... a symbolization of the Lohefalters' curse. But I was the one who made it possible, and what followed..."

You shook your head. "Well, I'll start from the beginning?"

"Our mother, Freya, a Mondstadter, once met a traveling alchemist from an unknown land. Papa and mama shamelessly fell in love, even though she was married with another man and had a young daughter. After she became pregnant with me, an illegitimate child, Rosalyne's father soon found out and they got divorced. She then married my father, and we all took his surname."

The looks in their eyes revealed that La Signora's colleagues had truly known nothing about her past.

But now, all they cared about was yours.

"Papa was quite fanatic when it came to his alchemic research, and one thing fascinated him above all else: the nature of Visions. He'd become particularly obsessed with a certain thought... could Visions be created alchemically and thus acquired without the blessing of the gods?"

A pained look flashed across Scaramouche's face - maybe one day he'd share why.

"Seeing as he was an outlander, the favor of the divine would never fall upon him in such a way. Maddened, he set out on a journey to achieve a Vision, not as a gift from the gods, but by making one himself."

Columbina tilted her head. "And... did he?"

"It sounds crazy," you sighed, "but he did. He managed to create an artificial Vision. It cost him his sanity and so much more, but regardless; decades of endless research and a myriad of sacrifices materialized in the form of a gemstone - a bright red crystal with a faintly glowing Pyro symbol in its core."

Your next words gained a spiteful undertone, not unnoticed by the others.

"But, he needed a test subject to confirm that this counterfeit Vision was applicable. That was me. Not just because he was insane, but because I was a fool. I only had to promise that I'd never tell the rest of my family, or anyone, about how I had received this 'acknowledgement' from 'Celestia'."

Ajax had an unreadable expression on his face - pity with a hint of disappointment and anger, perhaps.

"You agreed, then?" he asked.

"I was nine years old and rather naïve, so yes." You frowned. "But even as I grew older and understood better, on some level, I still accepted what papa had done..."

Scaramouche crossed his arms.

"But, surely... you didn't do this just to please your parent?"

"No," you shook your head, "or maybe that was a part of it as well. I couldn't say."

Yet someone saw right through you, as always.

"It had something to do with your sister, I presume?" Columbina's voice was gentle, like a mother

Ah, there it was - the void in your heart left behind by a broken kinship with the only sibling you ever had.

It was... more painful than you admitted.

"...I knew my Vision was a fake, but even so, it made me feel special. I'd always felt meritless, living my life in the shadow of the oh-so brilliant Rosalyne, who was both beautiful and academically talented. I... I was never looked at with such admiration."

"Although," your lips curved into a rueful smile, "ever since that day, I had something that she didn't - a Vision - and it harrowed her proud heart. Thus, a mutual feeling of jealousy grew between us, creating a rift that we never tried to overcome."

You shook your head. "At least I never did."

But a question still remained in the air, one that you were consciously avoiding for the sake of the horrible things that had once happened and could yet again occur because of it.

You didn't want to betray or hurt anyone, and even more than that, you wanted to protect yourself.

Yet the other Harbingers cared about you in such a strong, unconditional way, and you had started to harbor these strangely intimate feelings for them as well.

Perhaps you... really didn't need to hide anymore?

Columbina had sat up next you and now pulled you to lay on her lap instead, as she softly spoke:

"This Pyro Vision... you called it a curse - the Lohefalters' curse, or perhaps yours, but what makes you say this, I wonder? Was the cost you had to pay for this power much greater than you have let on, my angel?"

Scaramouche was staring at you intently. "I think we'd all like to know that."

You averted your gaze. "Even if it only gets darker?"

Ajax smiled, uncertain yet encouraging. "Even so."

"I... see. Well, if I had known that my broken relationship with Rosalyne wasn't even a foretaste of this horrible curse that I would end up carrying for centuries... that what papa had done would end up destroying things far, far more precious than just my family, I... I would have done differently, I'm sure of it..."

You sighed. "It's too late for amends, though. And this is all I have to say. For now."

No one was left satisfied by this, not even you yourself.

Their first instinct was to somehow confirm whether you had been telling the truth, having sensed that you were probably quite an adept liar (when you wanted to be).

But your reserved yet sincere eyes didn't invite any distrust.

Childe looked sympathetic, though there was a nuance of something else behind his cerulean gaze. When he smiled at you, the mannerism lacked his usual assertiveness.

"I... see. I'm... at a loss for words here, girlie."

The thought of you carrying these grim secrets all by yourself made the ginger Harbinger feel strangely protective of you, and he wasn't the only one - albeit the other two did a better job at hiding it.

Damselette's expression was curious yet enigmatic, indicating that she'd perhaps already figured out much more than you had told them.

Behind her innocent, uncaring demeanor, Columbina was a very shrewd person.

"Our little angel never ceases to fascinate~," she chuckled, caressing your hair.

The Balladeer's displeasure was evident.

"Ha!" he scoffed. "You've got some nerve, disclosing something of this gravity and then conveniently deciding to leave the rest of our questions unanswered. Moreover, with each secret you reveal, another one just takes its place."

Scaramouche's tone now took a softer hint - then again, maybe you just imagined it.

"Who am I to judge, of course... but isn't centuries of hiding enough, Twelfth?"

Though his opinion was harsh and undisguised, it had voiced the truth you wanted so hard to admit, but just couldn't. You found this... soothing, in a way.

As flames flickered in the fireplace, your heart wanted to stay here with them for a little while longer - each of their gazes embracing you very differently but all in a way that made you feel warm and safe; something quite rare in Snezhnaya.

Yet, with a cryptic smile, you stood up and walked away.

Whether sharing a part of your past had been a mistake, or the first step toward some kind of redemption, you couldn't yet tell. But it was clear that it had set into motion something irreversible.

It was only a matter of time before everyone would know...

[al-astakbar]

☆ The Gift -- Thrawn x reader ☆

>title ☆ The Gift ☆part 9/?

>summary ☆ As congratulations for his recent promotion to Grand Admiral, Emperor Palpatine gives Thrawn a gift -- a young woman who has been trained as a pleasure companion.

>pairing ☆  Thrawn x reader ☆ word count [1.3k] ☆ warnings for this part ☆ none> series warnings ☆ dubious consent; sexual slavery; concubine/ sex slave AU; will add more warnings as more parts are posted

>series navigation ☆ part 1 ☆ part 2 ☆ part 3 ☆ part 4 ☆ part 5 ☆ part 6 ☆ part 7☆ part 8 ☆ part 9 ☆ part 10

>posted on ao3

author note!! To be very clear, in this story reader is a concubine against her will and is gifted to Thrawn, but there is at no point any noncon between Thrawn and reader. Reader is never noncon with anyone, either referenced or explicitly, and there is never any explicit noncon. However, this is a darker take on Thrawn and he doesn't really have many hangups about putting his gift to use...

The chance comes much sooner than you think. 

Two days later, you come awake, slowly, to flashes of green. Annoyed— it’s much too early-- you pull the covers over your head but then a howling alarm starts. 

That does it. You sit up, suddenly and unwillingly wide awake. Out the viewport, the Chimaera’s turbolaser batteries unleash a bright salvo of green against a swarm of starfighters. 

The chrono on the nightstand marks 04:12. 

One of the fighters peels off, making a run straight for the Chimaera’s superstructure-- you freeze, transfixed-- it looks like it’s coming right at you, like it’s going to suicide into the bridge just a few levels above-- but a bolt catches it and it disintegrates in a fireball, leaving metal shards drifting in the void and fizzling blue-silver against the shields.. 

You take a shaky breath, and force yourself to move. You dress quickly, panicked, your eyes still bleary. Your only thought is to find Thrawn. 

He’s in his office, shrugging on his tunic as he gives clipped orders into his comm link. “— yes, Commodore, and aim to disable and capture one, if possible. I’m on my way now.” 

“What’s going on?” You ask. He’s already striding toward the hatch, pressing down the sealing strip of his tunic. “Are we— is the ship under attack?”

He picks up his service belt from where it’s draped over the back of the armchair, buckles it on. He glances out the viewport, in answer to your question. Obviously. “Remain here. I do not expect this to take long.” 

More flashes of turbolaser fire, and more fighters breaking off to attempt to strafe the Chimaera’s weak points-- the shield generators, probably. 

“But I--” He turns away, but you reach out and grab his arm. He looks at you, then at your hand, then back at you. You yank your hand away, gripping it to your chest. “Sorry. But I can’t--” The idea of being shut in here alone makes your stomach turn. 

Suddenly there’s a blast-- you flinch-- and another one, heavier, powerful enough to make everything in the room shake and the lights flicker. “Please, I don’t want to stay here.” 

He takes in your wide eyes, your trembling hands that you’re trying to hold steady. He nods, his expression and tone severe. “Come, then. And do not fall behind.”

His personal squad of death troopers fall in step once you reach the main passageway. You follow closely, as that’s the only way to assure you aren’t getting in anyone’s way. Crew members hurry past in both directions, though they all step aside for the Grand Admiral. 

On the bridge, the crew are already working to repel the attack, calling out sensor readings and positions. Thrawn’s arrival seems to ease the tension, just a bit, to reassure everyone that the situation is well in hand. 

You’re grateful he agreed to your request. His calm in the face of chaos is unfaltering, and you feel safe just watching him as he strides down the command walkway, posture impeccably straight. 

“Report, Commodore.”

Faro’s bearing is unmatched, even as her eyes flick to you, who shouldn’t be here. “Twenty TIEs scrambled so far, sir. We mark--” she looks down to someone in the crew pits to confirm. 

“Two hundred and forty-three.”

“--now two hundred and forty-three hostile ships of unknown origin.”

“And the fighter screen?” 

“They were out of position when we were ambushed, sir. I apologize--”

Thrawn holds up his hand. “It is irrelevant now. Have them hold position. Do not launch any more fighters until my signal.” 

As usual, you stay back, well out of the way, and once Ronan arrives on the bridge, he comes to stand near you.

“Your first taste of space combat, I take it?” He says lightly, as if trying to sound unbothered. But he keeps shifting on his feet and fiddling with the hem of his cape.

“Yes,” you lie. Because it’s easier not to have to explain. 

“Well, there’s nothing to be concerned about.”

Just then, an out of control fighter spirals across the Chimaera’s starboard side, and just before it impacts, a pair of TIEs sweep in, blowing it to pieces. 

You’re close enough to the airwing control station to hear their comms chatter-- “splash one!” “we got him” “coming around--” “another one on your tail”

You let out a nervous laugh. Slip the data stick out of its hidden pocket and clench it tightly in your fist. You’ll have no better opportunity than this. 

“Contact!” Hammerly calls. “Unidentified cruiser just jumped in, sir, bearing five degrees mark delta.”

Thrawn goes over to look at the display, then motions for Senior Lieutenant Lomar. “Hail that cruiser. Open frequency.”

You have a second to marvel at how efficient and responsive his crew is-- Lomar had been anticipating his commander, and nods almost immediately to Thrawn that it’s ready.

“Attention, unknown cruiser. This is Grand Admiral Thrawn. By the authority of the Galactic Imperial Navy, I order you to stand down, and identify yourself.”

Static crackles over the connection. For a moment, everyone on the bridge holds their breath-- would there be an answer? Across the entire viewport, the battle still rages, though it’s already turning in Thrawn’s favor. 

Then, -- a voice. Gruff, almost metallic through the communications link. “I’ve heard of you.”

With everyone’s attention on the mysterious captain, you sidle closer to Ronan, and as casually as possible, brush his hand. He makes no reaction, just smoothly and quickly slides the datastick from your palm into his, and then it disappears into his pocket. 

“All the others who’ve come through here were easy prey.”

Thrawn is steady, emotionless. “You’ve attacked other Imperial ships?”

The voice laughs. Thrawn silently gestures to Commodore Faro, who seems to know what he wants. With the signal given, Lieutenant Agral begins to maneuver the Chimaera. Its bow angles down. Its hangar bay now faces away from the plane of battle and though its topside is now more exposed, the support ships serving as the fighter screen have had time to move into position. 

“I say again,” Thrawn says, his tone still polite. “Transmit identification.”  

“I’m afraid we won’t be doing that today, Grand Admiral.”

At that moment, the Chimaera’s remaining TIEs-- nearly the full complement-- stream around out of the ISD’s shadow, closing fast to range the cruiser. It looks like they’re going to catch it, that Thrawn’s plan is going to work, to intercept, capture, and identify the mysterious attackers. But just as they start to open fire, the cruiser jumps away. 

Silence falls over the bridge. Everyone looks to the Grand Admiral.

Thrawn gives a slight bounce on the balls of his feet. Even from here, you can see, he’s displeased, though his single ISD and just two support ships had defended against over two hundred, and come away with minimal casualties and damage. But from what you gather, this outcome is far from his usual victories. Still, the crew seem relieved, and in good spirits. For some of the more junior members, this was their first combat experience. Emotions run high. Thrawn orders meritorious citations for the two TIE pilots who had blown up the enemy fighter before it could crash into the star destroyer. 

This is what those bios had alluded to. Thrawn had pulled off an unlikely victory under pressure, and in the aftermath, he gives all credit to his crew. In some ways, he is a very difficult person to dislike. Though, Ronan doesn’t seem to have that problem. Now that the danger is over, he stomps over in a huff to demand answers about something or other, and to question Thrawn’s tactics. 

For your part, you must wait. The data stick with your question safely passed to Ronan. There is little else you can do, except wait, and grow more dismayed each day he doesn’t slip it back to you, or indeed, acknowledge your existence at all. 

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[yelenasdiary]

Hey, this weekend is my birthday huhu. You could do something like Wanda waking Y/n up with kisses and a lot of affection and then also with her organizing a surprise party with the help of our kids (Billy, Tommy and America) I will be very happy if you can do that, thank you 💞💞

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda along with your 3 children surprise you on your special day   

Fluff | Wanda & Reader share 3 kids | 1.3K | 

AC: Happy Birthday!! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you had a wonderful day!

If there was anybody more excited for your special day, it was Wanda and the kids. For Wanda it was almost like a second Christmas, a day where she could shower you with love and show you how much she and the kids love you and everything you do for them. Everyday Wanda showered you with love of course but it was always extra special on your birthday.

"Good morning" Wanda smiled softly against your lips when her gentle kisses woke you up, "happy birthday, my love" she added with another kiss. You hummed at the feel of her soft lips on yours, "good morning to you as well" you smiled, "I promised you nothing major today, just a day with the kids so that's what we'll do" Wanda's soft smile never left her lips as she took in your features. 

"A day out with you and the kids means more to me than anything"

"How did I get so lucky huh?" Wanda kissed you once more, this time a little deeper. "Can we come in now?" you heard a young Billy call from outside the door, "they made breakfast" Wanda whispered before slipping out of bed an wrapping herself in her robe, "come in loves" she added. 

The door swung open, and you were instantly greeted with the wide smiles of your three children. Billy and Tommy held gifs in their hands while America held the tray full of food in hers. "Happy Birthday Ma!" the twins rushed to be the ones to sit beside you while America carefully placed the tray of food across your lap, "Happy Birthday Mama" she smiled. 

"Thank you, all of you! This looks delicious and I do hope that you will help me eat it all" 

"The boys will but I have to finish a protect for school, I'm really close, I'm sorry" America replied with sorry eyes, "it's due tomorrow and I just want to get it done before we do whatever it is Mum has planned" she adds. "That's okay darling, you don't have to explain" you smiled softly, the twins already helping themselves to the grapes in the bowl. 

"As for me, I'm going to make a coffee" Wanda announced before following America out of the room. "Ma open your gifts first! Please!!" Billy looked up at you with, his cheeks stuffed with grapes earning himself a chuckle from you, "already, who's first?" You smiled. 

"Did Natasha get back to you?" Wanda spoke softly to America as they stood in the middle of the living room making sure they had everything ready for your surprise. "Yeah, we have the park for 4 hours before they have to allow the general public access" America couldn't hide her excited smile. Wanda and the kids have been planning something very special for you for weeks now, the biggest worry was the twins getting too excited and accidently spoiling it. "She has no idea!" Wanda smiled proudly. Today's plan was to have the twins keep you distracted as much as possible while Wanda and America got everything packed into the car. 

After breakfast with the help of the twins, Wanda returned with a coffee in hand standing in the doorway, "Boys, why don't you go get dressed for today, we'll be leaving in 45 minutes" she announced. The twins nodded a little too quickly as they jumped off the bed not without giving you a kiss on the cheek and wishing you another happy birthday. 

"What have you got planned?" you raised a brow as you looked at Wanda as she placed her coffee on the bedside table, "just a day in the park, why?" she looked back at you with a light smirk. "Wands, those boys are really excited about something, I knew you couldn't help yourself" you chuckled, placing the empty tray to the side and pulling Wanda closer to you, "I promise you my love, it's just a day in the park. You know the one the boys kept going on and on about recently? With the big playground? That's the park" she assured you. "Okay, that makes sense" you smiled before kissing your wife again. 

"As much as I'd love to stay here and kiss you all day, but we leave in 40 minutes" Wanda informed you as her eyes drifted to the alarm clock on her side of the bed. "Want to save time and join me in the shower?" you suggest, Wanda chuckled with a nod, "good thinking" 

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You'd been in the car for over an hour now and the boy's excitement was making you very curious as to where exactly this park was. "How far is this park?" you looked over at Wanda who kept her eyes on the road in front of her. 

"Just another 30 minutes" she replied, "which reminds me" she reached one hand to the backseat and gentle padded America on the knee, "You have to put this one" she hands you a blind fold. "Oh, I knew it!" you playfully shook your head as you took the blind fold from Wanda's hand, "you couldn't help yourselves, could you?" you added, talking to everybody. "Shut up and put it on, will you?" Wanda chuckled as she quickly gave you a playful glare, "Yes Ma'am" you joked as you put the black blind fold on. 

"Good, now just another 25 minutes at the most" Wanda smiled too the children through the review mirror. The rest of the car ride felt like it went on forever, you weren't sure if that was because you were excited but didn't want to give into Wanda and show her or if it was the fact, you were blind folded. You could hear the giggles and whispers from the twins in the back which only led to more excitement building up wanting to know what exactly your family had planned, you were sure by now that it wasn't a trip to some park with a huge playground for the twins to enjoy. 

"We're here!" Wanda announced with a hand on your knee, "oh goodie! I can take this off now" you reached for your blind fold only to have Wanda slap your hand gently, "not yet, we'll tell you when. You just wait here while we unload the car" she spoke giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. 

The only stuff that needed to be unloaded was everybody's backpacks, Billy and Tommy begging Wanda to hurry up and get the backs out of the trunk before they started fighting over who would be the one to take off your blind fold. America shook her head and rolled her eyes as big sisters too in such a situation. "How about both of you take it off Ma?" Wanda suggested in a whisper, "fine" the boys sighed. 

"Are you ready love?" Wanda called as she closed the trunk, "I've been ready all morning!" you joked. Tommy opened the passenger door then with the help of Billy, you took a hand each as they guided you out of the car, "Keep your eyes close Mama!" Billy said while he and Tommy got you to kneel to their level before taking your blind fold off together, "okay! Open your eyes!" the boys said almost in sync. 

As you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the wonderful grates of Disney Land, you've always wanted to go but never found the time. "SURPRISE!" your little family cheered, "Happy Birthday my love, thank you for always being the best and much, much more" Wanda smiled softly as she pulled you in for a kiss. "You've out done yourselves!" you smiled at your three children, "just wait until you get inside! Everybody is waiting!" Billy spoiled the last surprise causing you all to giggle. "You brought everybody here?" You turned to Wanda. 

"Everybody is here and we have the park to ourselves for four hours, told you we were going to a park" she playfully winked as she intertwined her fingers with yours, "I love you, all of you so much" you said as you and your family made your way through the gates.

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[thegengarprincess]

Baking cookies for my love! , I stir and mix~❣️

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Pairing: (❤️💜) Jan Peteh x Nace Jordan (🐈‍⬛💞🐕), (💖💙) Bojan Cvjetićanin x Jure Maček/implied (🎤💕🥁), (🧡🖤) Kris Guštin x Damon Baker/mentioned (👑💗📸)

Warnings: (‼️) minor depictions of a character throwing up off-screen (Bojan fr eats raw cookie dough like the chaotic puppy he is) , RPF! don’t like, don’t read. Just a whole lotta fluff N gay pinning from here on out :3 (❕)

Word count: (👾🗒️) 1.3k/roughly (📝😭)

Tags: (🎁🐱) tooth-rotting fluff/baking as a love language/pinning/very, very gay pinning/author can’t tag to save their life/flour fights/Bojan’s only purpose here is to look pretty and be a lil shit /just two kitties and one puppy being chaotic and in love/Igor being his dad’s no.1 wingman/the inherent eroticism of making bear-shaped cookies for ur crush as a birthday gift/obligatory heart to heart while ur other best friend is throwing up raw cookie dough in the toilet (🍪🧸)

Summery: (🧈💘) Nace’s birthday is only a week away and Jan still hasn’t been able to find a good enough gift for the older bassist that he *just* so happens to have a not so small (read: big fat) crush on, and with the other 3 getting increasingly more sick of both boy’s *obvious* homoerotic pinning, 2 of them decide to help him out a little (🤮😽)~

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{5 hours prior}

“Why don’t you try baking him some gluten-free cookies or something ”? , Jure suggested — it’d been atlest three hours since band practice ended for the day. But with a certain turtle owning, Pokémon loving, big brown eyed brunette bassists birthday coming up a week from now, one of their guitarists may have had an internal crisis over what to get him which leads the four boys to their current situation. Brainstorming ideas back and forth till something finally clicks. Just like how they’ve always done when it comes to their music…

Except working on a new song or playing around with different beats and cord progressions is currently the last thing on their minds right now. Instead having to help out their permanently tired, cat-like main guitarist who oh so coincidentally had sorta gained a “teeny tiny baby (read: incredibly giant ass ) crush ” on the soon-to-be birthday boy.

“Jure, ur a genius “! , the guitarist in question quipped. Signature smirk tugging at his lips then whipping out his phone and googling the best gluten-free cookie recipes. As the youngest of the three let out a sigh of relief then muttered a quiet “finally ” while jumping off their rehearsal spaces infamously worn-out couch and gently taking his guitar of it’s stand. Their frontman following suit. ”maybe if Janči can get his shit together with Nace by next week, you could finally score a date with Damon ”~ , “yeah yeah, shut up Bojći ”. He shot back playfully, only a slight pink tint dancing across his cheeks from the other’s teasey comment.

{present time}

Plopping a stick of softened butter into one of the many bowls layed out on the counter as another set of hands belonging to their shortest bandmate passed the caster and light brown sugar to Jan for mixing into a large bowl as he began stirring all the dry ingredients together while the older of the two started cracking an egg then stirring it thoroughly till it’d had combined with the butter/sugar mixture. Handing over another set of ingredients and sift to his boyfriend, Bojan attempted dipping his finger into the flour bag then booping Jure’s nose. Electing a giggle out of the taller drummer who retaliated by butterfly kissing Bojan’s nose till a white, powdery mark appeared as the younger flashed his iconic smile from the sudden movement.

One flour fight and change of jeans later, Jan went back to mixing the batter until they were left with a soft, slightly sticky dough for shaping. Hoping they had enough leftover to make bear ears to decorate their confection with, only turning around when they all heard a faint sound of a meow and Bojan cooing over the fluffy creature while simultaneously keeping his little paws from getting prints all over the counter and adorable little head into the butter tub.

While Jure was spooning the dough onto a baking tray and helping Jan mould them into their desired shape, the blonde’s lover sneakily curled his fingers around the rim of the mixing bowl and stole a few bites of the (raw mind you) batter. Sure, he may of eaten more than the recommended amount. BUT it’s not like it’s HIS fault cookie dough is one of the greatest foods ever invented. Only pulling away when their guitarist turned around to check on Igor and give the cat some pets, chin scratches and letting him sniff his dough coated fingers. Until Jure noticed the bowl’s rim was suddenly clean and the only person closest enough to stick a hand in it other than him was Bojan.

“Bojan, did you just eat raw cookie dough straight from the bowl “?-

“No”….

“Bojćiiiii ”.

“If raw dough isn’t ment to be eaten, they why does it taste so good “!

“I swear if you get sick again, Kris is gonna have to lock you in the apartment so you’ll actually rest for once “-

And as if his friend had been gifted the power to speak anything he merely desired into reality right then and there, Bojan’s face contorted into a grimace and darted to the toilet. After both boys let out equally disgruntled twin sighs, they began placing the batter filled baking trays into the oven and cleaning everything up. (And maybe playing a round or two of rock, paper, scissors to see who’s on dish duty), while Jan kept a watchful eye on the cookies so they wouldn’t burn to bear-shaped crisps. Igor strutting over and sitting next to the dark-brunette guitarist, curiously gazing at the sweet treat rising from the sheer heat his dad’s oven provided.

“What if he doesn’t like them at all “? — the second youngest bandmate spoke all of a sudden. Tone sounding a hybrid between unsure and questioning. Drying the last of the spoon’s and abandoning it on the rack, Jure appeared next to him and crouched down infront of the oven as Igor started pawing at the blonde’s shoes. Staring Jan dead in the eyes while he deadpanned “were talking about the same man who made turtle shaped gingerbread cookies with mini Christmas hats and ugly sweaters on. Why wouldn’t he like them “?!

He asked with a look of “ I knew you weren’t always the most aware, but Jesus fucking Christ “.

Shuffling around to face the other boy, Jure placed both hands on Jan’s shoulder’s with a fond sigh and said matter of factly “have you seen the way Nace looks at you when we’re playing infront of a crowd? Like you literally hung every single star in the sky single-handedly just for him to look up at every night before he goes to bed, or how he smiles when you smile back him, even if it’s only for a couple of minutes ”.

“he’s just doing that to be polite Muca! And knowing him, he’d probably take the cookies and say thank you then flash that stupidly perfect dimpled smile he has then throw them in bin as soon as he get’s inside or he’ll think their stupid but won’t say anything cuz he’s too nice and sweet for his own good or, or “-

“Or he could like them sooo much, he invites you over the next day to say thanks and then kisses you and say’s he loves you like we all know he wants to ”! , a familiar voice chimed in from the bathroom out of the blue. The same voice then resuming the gagging noises and grotesque sounds it’s been making for over an hour now. It’s owners lover rolling his eyes fondly then scrambling to pour a glass of water and hurry upstairs to help their frontman. So much for being the one who’s severely allergic to any sort of health and safety.

The sudden ping of the oven made a beeline straight to Jan’s ear’s, pulling him out of his trance as the Slovene fitted a pair of oven gloves on and gently pulled the tray of cookies out from the machine onto the counter closest to it. Leaving them to cool for a couple of minutes before sticking the pre-made bear ears on and throwing on some finishing touches, finally transporting each one into a box they (read: Jure and Bojan) decorated from head to toe in rainbow confetti, turtle stickers, Pokémon drawings, violet candles and a big purple ribbon neatly wrapped around the box’s lid.

“You think he’ll like them, Igor “? — He whispered to his furry friend who was currently lazing around underneath one of the stools, only getting a slow blink and yawn in return.

“Thought so “…<3

[space-mermaid-writing]

The Vamp and the Were [IronStrange]

Summary: Tony would mark the day he met a vampire that did not immediately jump at his throat. Just for once – that would be a nice change.

Relationship: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

Tags: IronStrange, Vampire Stephen Strange, Werewolf Tony Stark, hurt/comfort, idiots in love, angst, fluff

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Chapter 3: Three time's the charm

Tony stood in front of a door. He didn’t know how or why that was possible when two minutes ago there hadn’t even been a building.

But now the door was there and Tony was looking right at it.

There wasn’t a bell, not even a name plate, yet Tony was pretty sure he was at the right place. He could smell it.

He didn’t know what smell it was because the sorcerers certainly hadn’t smelled like anything, but he did smell something.

He rapped his knuckles on the door.

Some long seconds nothing happened, but then the door that shouldn’t be there opened, revealing Strange.

Tony wore his prettiest PR smile when he looked at the man over the brim of his sunglasses and proudly announced, “I found your secret hideout.”

“Stark.” Strange seemed neither impressed nor intimidated which would both be valid reactions if you lived in a camouflaged home and someone uninvited had knocked on your door. So Tony hunting this place down couldn’t be that bad. “What do you want?”

That was plainly rude, which was why Tony chose to ignore the question. “Don’t you want to let me in?” He glanced past the man, curious about what this weird building might be hiding.

Strange didn't move an inch.

Tony thought he was going to slam the door in his face again, but then he finally stepped aside. “Please don’t touch anything magical.”

“I would never.” He totally would.

Tony stepped inside and found the air calm and almost chilly. The roots of his hair prickled, which was never a good sign. He decided to stay on guard, but remained nonchalant on the outside. He even took his sunglasses off with one hand and put them into the pocket of his shirt.

Then he raised his other hand, in which he was carrying some plastic bags. “I brought food. Vietnamese, to be specific.”

It was a peace offer. Maybe a bribe. Fact was: nobody rejected the gift of free food.

“Thanks, but I just ate.”

Okay, apparently nobody but this one strange individual.

Still, Strange didn't throw him back out immediately. Instead, he asked him, “Tea?”

“Coffee.”

Strange nodded, as if he had thought something like that, and started heading for a hallway. Tony took this as a silent invitation to follow him.

The hallways were narrow and stretched much longer than they should have. At one point Tony was pretty sure they were walking in a circle, but he didn't say anything. Maybe the building was secretly a maze. Or there was magic involved.

He was pretty sure it had to be. They passed windows showing parts of New York that were nowhere near this area. Other windows even showed completely different cities.

Either there was some amazingly good technology at work here – somehow Tony doubted it – or it was definitely magic.

Finally, they stepped through a bland looking door into a cozy kitchen. It was furnished in an old-fashioned way, with furniture thrown together from different decades. None of them seemed from this decade.

Another person was present, whom Tony recognized relatively quickly. “Hey, I remember you. You had some good fighting moves. Food?”

Wong, who was first sporting a similar unimpressed facial expression like Stephen did when he met Tony, changed that as soon as the food was mentioned. He eyed the plastic bags Tony placed on the kitchen table with interest, trying to guess what the other man had brought.

“Chicken?”

“Beef and veggie.”

“This is acceptable.” He took one of the bags and left the room without Tony being able to object.

Stephen had watched that encounter amused. “You can always bribe Wong with food.”

“I’ll remember that.” Tony was glad that the other man’s mood had changed and was less hostile now. “So, I think I was promised coffee.”

Strange did a swirl with his fingers and a mug plopped into existence right next to Tony. Only his fast werewolf reflexes made him catch it in surprise before a disaster could happen.

“Cool party trick. But if you could do that the whole time, why did you drag me through your weird maze of a house?”

Strange shrugged. “I have no influence on the Sanctum’s choices.” There was the smallest of fond smiles on his lips as he mentioned that name. “Plus I thought I would be funny.”

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Stephen glanced at Wong. “Stop with that silent judgment, would you?”

“I’ve never been silent about my judging.” Wong didn’t even look up from his scroll he was taking notes from.

The two sorcerers sat several yards apart in the Sanctum’s library. Wong at a study table, and Stephen in his regular reading corner. Since there was no one else in this part of the Sanctum – there were some novices that cleaned the relics display cases on the second floor – no one was bothered by them talking loudly across the library.

“Yes, but normally I know what it's about.” Stephen stretched his fingers, using the conversation as a short break to relax them. The cloak reached from the back of the armchair Stephen was sitting in to curl its corners around his hands to help ease the pain. It didn't help much but he appreciated the gesture.

Since Wong did not speak further, he voiced his own assumptions into the silence.

“Is it because I tried to solve the problem of the clogged toilets by summoning an all eating shadow worm that almost broke free and fled into the city?”

That forced a reaction from Wong, who now finally turned around to him. “It what?!”

There was a sly smile on the Vamp’s face. “Actually I just asked someone from Kamar-Taj who used to work as a plumber. But good to know you think I would do something as stupid as that.”

“That’s not funny, Strange,” Wong mumbled and went back to work.

“It was a little funny.” At least seeing Wong’s face like that just now was.

Stephen also fell back into silence, waiting.

It took a few minutes, but Stephen had learned to be patient.

“Do you think fraternizing with Stark is a good idea?”

Ah, there it was. The real reason Wong had worn that judging face in the past few days. But Stephen also heard concern in his voice.

He had asked himself the same question, but that hadn't brought him any closer to an answer.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “He hasn’t acted dangerously towards us.”

“Yet.” Wong turned the page of his notebook. “You have been keeping secrets from him.”

That was true. Stephen sighed quietly, his eyes back on Shintaro’s scripts of ’Temporary anomalies and how to avoid them’. He suddenly found it hard to concentrate on it.

„Do you think he is a threat to the order?“ he heard his own voice ask.

“We will be able to contain and eliminate him if necessary. But it would be an inconvenience for everyone involved.”

Of course, a public figure could not be eliminated without questions being asked. And questions could turn out to be dangerous to a secret magic organization.

Stephen did not question that Wong apparently did not think it would be difficult to defeat an Avengers – one of Earth's mightiest heroes. They had dealt with much bigger and powerful beings in the past.

Still, despite all reason, Stephen didn't like the idea of having to go against Tony Stark, nor of stopping meeting him.

He noticed that the conversation had come to a halt, and when he looked up again, he met Wong's eyes. They seemed to look right through him.

Although Stephen was the one with additional superhuman abilities due to his vampirism, Wong always seemed to be able to guess his thoughts. He saw Stephen, his desires and his fears. And that made him a good friend (even if sometimes a very annoying one).

The seconds stretched when they looked at each other.

“Just be careful,” Wong finally said.

Stephen nodded, noting that Wong respected his decision, whatever it would be in that matter.

They both turned back to their readings.

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