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blingblong55 · 1 year

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Maybe I need it- 141 +König

Based on a request:

hi!! im here to make a request!! ignore this request if it makes u uncomfortable!! milf/dilf reader x 141 + konig or whoever u want!! maybe they had a few kids from an old marriage or adopted a few children and love them dearly!! then along comes 141 seeing sweet n caring mom/dad readers when they’re on break from their messy and chaotic lives in the military!! seeing readers being so loving and gentle towards their children makes them realize how much they need that domesticity in their lives <3 just an idea hehehe

F!Reader, Milf!reader, Mum!Reader, fluff

A/N: Bc it is race weekend here in Silverstone...I had to include F1 into this...sorry (not really)

You are a mother to 3 precious little kids. After finding out through your last marriage you wouldn't be able to conceive, your husband divorced you and you adopted these three kids later after the divorce was finalised. They have become your absolute world, always the little giggles around base, soldiers have grown fond of your children, always bringing them little toys for when they visit base or asking if they can go the football field and play some friendly game with them. All under your supervision of course. When you made the move to a new base, you found it hard for your kids to visit, always keeping them off base unlike in the previous one.

The men you work with know you have children and are a single mum. They can walk into your office and immediately spot at least three pictures of your children. None of them, or at least him, cared to even think of having kids, considering his job and what he lives through, he'd never want his own mind to ruin something that is so precious and innocent.

This past week, Laswell granted them all a small break. He of course went back to his flat, the same old empty flat, nothing special to hold. By morning on a Sunday, you and your children were sitting on the grass of the local public park, where they'd host watch parties for F1. He had heard about it, but never took much part in anything like that until he saw you four. Two of your children at your sides, tiny hands on your back as the youngest rested on your lap, talking some nonsense that made you chuckle. It was a sight for sure.

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Price:

he was the one who said didn't want anything romantic because he wouldn't want anyone to mourn for him (thinks he doesn't deserve it)

The second he saw you, something in him stirred. You were an attractive mum, always happy and interested in what your children had to say/do/show you.

He watched from afar, how this view from afar looked like those romantic movie scenes.

When he saw you and your children cheer on for some driver and how happy the four of you looked, that's when he wanted to approach.

Realised he needed this, the sense of a home, a wife and three kids he can spoil rotten. It was a hidden dream of his, wanted to wake up Saturday mornings, go to the kitchen and find you there, wrap his arms around you and kiss your neck, kids running to the both of you.

Maybe he was meant for more than being a captain, perhaps he could be a dad and a husband, go to races or take your kids carting, have some activity where he can show how much of a dad he is.

Gaz:

Always ran away when he saw signs of love, never needed any reason to come home, and always had his head on the next mission.

He has gotten so used to being a soldier and when he saw you, it was a weird feeling, he wanted that, no, he needed it. He sat far, not paying much attention to the sport on the screen but you four, how good you looked in a cap, wanted to give you his for a change.

Wants to sit on the grass, chase the kids when one would run off, hear your giggles, and have a picnic. Wants to listen to your kids ramble on and on over Ferrari or listen to you when you'd make a strategy for them to overtake the Red Bulls.

It was strange, for the first time in his adult life, he didn't want to run from it, wanted to hold it and never let go of it, wanted to have someone. Wanted to finally settle down, and marry the girl that makes him this excited to be so...domestic

When your kids would jump and chant some driver's name, he would chuckle, what a different life you and he lived. He would wake up to new missions, and you'd wake up to three little kids. He had a cold and boring breakfast, you warm pancakes and little dinos on the table, apple or orange juice as you poured the syrup.

He needed that change, wanted a warm kiss, trip over some car toys and then wake up early to watch some 20 guys go in complicated circles as your three children and you yelled at the tv, "C'mon, you could've used that DRS to your advantage!" you'd stand up. He'd just watch and admire.

Soap:

He is a player, always jumping from warm arms to cold blankets.

He is a young lad, doesn't need to be thinking of a girl to wife or where to live to give your kids a comfortable space to grow in. The second he sees you and your children, made him feel like he was missing something. A child in your arms as you try your best to split your time between your two children.

Maybe he wanted it? maybe he just found you attractive and seeing this side of you stirred something in him? He just can't be honest with himself.

He knows you are divorced, knows you give your kids all the attention you can give and what if he wanted that attention too? would it be bad if your kids had a stepdad?

Seeing how your figure didn't scream 'mum of three' made him want you more, made him want to move into a home, wake up Sundays and do this, sit on the grass and watch some people drive around, just wanted you and kids included.

Perhaps if he does move from where he is, he can for a second pretend he is a father, and make all the other men around jealous. He knows what he should do, but what if you don't need him? König:

He wasn't a fan of the sport but he was bored and needed to just get out of his place. The AustrainGP was happening, of course, he would support the only team that was Austrian.

When he saw your kids wearing orange and cheering for Red Bull, that's when his mind wandered. What would it be of him if he had that?

Sundays with you four, cheering for the team every race weekend, watching your children jump when the drivers would win, watching you watch them, how in love you are with being a mother.

Maybe being a soldier isn't all he could be. Having you there, how lucky he'd be if he had a literal milf as his wife, how attractive you were in civilian clothes, how your kids proved you loved them, and maybe if he was lucky, he could also receive some of your love.

The way you always encouraged your children, gave them so much love and helped them pursue their dreams. Maybe he wanted to be a dad to them, on the weekends stay up and show them how to do things, build and help them destroy them all whilst having you by his side, kissing your cheek anytime he gets so excited.

A weekend full of giggles, cuddles, tea parties and dress-up time. A whole weekend where war, criminals, guns and power had no place in his home...your home. He now yearns for it.

Ghost:

(he is Terminator...y'know..the big buffy Russian guy)

of course, he wouldn't want a family, preferred it that way.

But when he saw you there, kids in arms or at arms reach, the way they clung to you, something deep in him wanted that. It was a scary thought for him to even have. Always finds his pleasure in some woman from time to time(we've seen the comics let's be real)

His mind wandered to Tommy and his family, how he would tell him it was time to settle down, and he'd just brush that off, maybe this was Tommy's sick way of haunting him, making him want a family.

Christmas dinners at your parents, him wearing something to impress them, wrapping paper scattered on the floor the morning of. You, on his lap, as you watched your children unwrap their gifts and how excited he'd be to play with them after breakfast.

Maybe after all the running he had done, life was ready to repay him, give him something to come home to. Fridays after picking the kids up from school, heading to Johnny's, drinks and laughter, kids messing with his vinyl collection, he told them to do that.

He wanted you the most, to wake up and have you wrapped in his arms, morning kisses and how he would have to give himself an extra five minutes to just cuddle you before heading to base. liked how you got all excited and smiled with your children, being a dad, maybe this would be what he needed. Being a husband, the best there could be.

A/N: Anyways, i really hope ya liked it!

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ariespellz · 2 years

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hand holding hcs !!

ft. genshin guys + gn!reader

includes: ayato, gorou, venti, kazuha, heizou, tighnari, dainsleif.

one, two, three.

cw: fluff, established relationship, some parts might be longer than others, alcohol mentions in venti's, a bit suggestive in venti's if you squint, i can't write tighnari to save my life, spoilers in dain's (?) and mostly very full of speculation:')

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG.. BUT HERE IT IS LOL. i might not be doing anything this long w this many characters ever again :')) maybe the third part as the last and thats it lol. ANYWAY SORRY!!! I HAD THE WORST WRITERS BLOCK EVERR AND I BEGAN CLASS AGAIN :((

AYATO

either the king of hand holding or the worst one on the list.

choose your fighter.

his hands are SOOO soft. he hasn't picked up a single sword without gloves since was like, five.

or anything, for that matter

also slender, bony and long fingers?? really pretty nails??

phew rich kids i swear

as stated before, he can be super sweet and intimate, intertwining your fingers with care

or he'll practically drag you by your wrist. not even in a mean way just,,

yeah

he probably has no idea what he's doing. he has no reference on what to do or on how to behave aside from the cheesy romance novels ayaka likes to read.

no parents or parent-like figures in his life, and (i assume) barely any physical affection with his sister, as much as they love each other.

that's why he craves it in some way. probably

PDA is not for him. at all.

he's a very private person who dislikes public appearances

so holding hands while walking around the city would happen every once in a blue moon.

HOWEVER!!!

it's cool if you're alone

more than cool, in fact

he likes it a lot. when he has free time he takes you in quiet dates throughout inazuma's nature

in those moments he sometimes moves your hand to his lips and kisses the knuckles <33

it's so gentle and sweet, and sometimes he'll whisper praises too

"you're so precious, my love."

UGHH blushing and giggling and kicking my feet in the air rn

and oh god poor thoma. they guy is always the one to find you two.

"my lord, an officer is waiting to..." he trails off after seeing you in his lap while he worked on paperwork, his free hand stroking yours. you giddily wave to him as a greeting, and he returns the gesture with a nod and a friendly smile of his own. "...right. i'll tell him to come back later. sorry for the interruption!"

you two are lucky he's so used to it.

unfortunately, he's not always the one who catches you.

if your footsteps are soft and your ears are open, you can hear some of the maids gossip about you two.

"oh, they're so lovely! did you hear the rumours?" "about the picnic? yeah! mei told me they were cuddling! can you picture that?" "yeah! lord kamisato's totally smitten!"

it always makes you smile.

as inexperienced as he was when it came to physical affection, he was the first one to hold your hand.

ayaka had told him that "it would give you butterflies".

you BET she was right like-

a fish out of the water is the closest comparison of how your heart was pounding

although inexperienced, ayato is a natural-born romantic. he's sitting in front of you in some expensive restaurant, candles and roses and a private room (just for you two of you, just like he likes it). he's as nervous as you, if not more. this is your first official date!

remembering what ayaka said, his right hand approached yours, in a slightly shy way. "may i?" he murmurs, brushing his digits over yours.

"sure!" you answer, voice meek and an octave higher than usual.

he finds your enthusiasm funny

in a good way

in conclusion, he's not as slick as he'd like to be lol

half the estate has seen you two. the other half is patiently waiting their turn.

over time, he gets more used to it. no more dragging you, no more grasp that's barely there, just,, a normal hold.

a sweet one tho<3

GOROU

physical touch is not his love language

but he doesn't dislike it!! he'll do it if you're into it!!

he's really soft about it and you can see his tail wagging happily hehshdhdhsjsj<3

he's a very assertive man and a good (but somehow strict?) general, so his subordinates never get used to see you two interact ESPECIALLY when it comes to affection

gorou: *has your hand in his*

troops passing by: *😲*

you change him i'm telling you

he's pretty good at separating his work and personal life, so expect the affection to be more common in private

hand holding is not his forte nor his preferred way of showing physical affection, but he'll still get flustered from it

"the supplies are to be sent to the sangonomiya shrine. that is our main objective right now." he says, voice stern. his body, however, betrays him once you reach out to grab his hand. his ears flop immediately and his tail swings rapidly from side to side, cheeks starting to turn pink. you can't help but giggle when his eyes flicker between you and his subordinates, full of nerves.

"we saw nothing, sir," one of them says, clearly biting back a smile. "your orders will be followed immediately." he bows and leaves hurriedly.

they still talk about that to this day.

his hands are average size. not super tiny, but definitely smaller than ayato's or dainsleif's (side note: just noticed this applies to every guy in this post except those two and pantalone lmao).

his palms are a bit rough and he has some scratches here and there, but he makes sure his nails are clean and decent.

hald holding with him (ironically enough) isn't that common

you were the one to do it for the first time.

you guys weren't even dating (yet) and you were pinning hard

so after bribing some of his underlings with cookies, you managed to get them to do part of his work (and also get him to relax for an afternoon)

((with you, or course.))

(((the soldiers knew their boss had been crusing on you for centuries, so it was a win-win situation for them)))

sitting on a cliff, watching the scenery. beautiful pastel tones mixed with the pink hue of the sky in the sunset. he was next to you, eyes set on the horizon somehow looking unfocused. the golden light adorned his beautiful features, and you wanted nothing more than to embrace him and never let go.

you knew, however, that you had to be careful. you could've chosen the safest option and shut your mouth, like you always did. but no, not today.

with that in mind, you slowly place you palm in his hand. his ears immediatelly perk up as he looks at you, not bothering to pull away.

"i like you. a lot. and, uh, i'm just happy i can be here with you." you cough out in the spur of the moment. his eyes widen like coins and his tail straightens. he chokes a bit with his words, coming up with nothing to say.

it was a it awkward, really. you had your eyes fixed in the place your skin touched with his, refusing to adress his burning stare. regret filled your gut, and you tried to pull away, ready to stand up and go home to cry under the covers.

but a hand grasping your wrist stops you.

he looks like a deer in headlights, eyes gleaming and face redder than ever.

five words come out of his mouth, faster than any others he has ever muttered:

"are you free on sunday?"

VENTI

ah, venti...

he'd use handcuffs to chain you two together if he could.

he is very much a PDA guy. has no shame.

worth it tho because his hands are illegally soft. like cotton.

and his fingers are slender and delicate.

oh and there was no special "first time holding hands!!! exciting!!!!" moment

because guess who got touchy right after figuring his feelings out?

you guessed it! him!!

he snaked an arm around your waist, holding you close, and intertwined your fingers with his. it would have been romantic (and kinda hot, even) if it wasn't for the fact that the poor, poor honorary knight had to physically separate him from you so he would go home already.

"oh, love, one has never seen such beauty. never in thousands of years has a flowery field or a sunset in the ocean compared to your endless eyes." he recites close to your neck, hot breath fanning on your skin making a shiver run down your spine. aside from the fact that you have literally no idea what he means by thousands of years, his lidded orbs boring into yours don't help. "i would become a sailor if it meant that i could spend my life navigating in the ocean of your eyes. would you let me drown in them?"

"i don't get paid enough for this." the blonde mutters, secretly envying the fact that paimon was already sleeping.

"me neither." you say in return with an awkward laugh, wishing that the darkness covered your blush.

he gets a bit poetic after a couple of bottles, what can i say.

diluc always stares at you when you have to go pick him up from the tavern

you swear that's pity flooding his usually soulless eyes

you have the anemo archon wrapped around your finger

quite the accomplishment, if you were to ask me

he's all over you. especially (but not exclusively) when he's tipsy, or (god forbid) drunk.

oh yeah baby

DRUNK.

he gets on top of some table, requests the lights to be dimmed, and pulls out his lyre

and starts to sing the cheesiest song you have ever heard

(even the ever-so-cold sister rosaria smiles at the spectacle full of amusement)

"oooooh, babe, i want nothing but youuuu!" kaeya sings the chorus with slurred words and broken laughs (ironic, considering he's usually the sad drunk) as the others clap along. some guys have gotten up and started dancing.

"do something!" you plead charles, but he just laughs even louder at your desperation. you frown and bite your lips so you don't start doing the same. "for fucks sake, venti! get off there, its three in the morning!"

"why do you have to be so cruuuuel???" he sings in a cry, full of emotion. dropping to his knees in a dramatic way, he tugs at your arm to pull you closer. and right then and there, he stops singing abruptly. "i love you. i love you so, so much." his eyes water and your breath hitches. suddenly serious, his flushed cheeks have your heart doing flips. "you're gorgeous, (y/n). i wish you'd let me stare at you all day. you're the only thing i think about. i want to tell you- no. i need to tell you-"

at that moment, the door slammed open.

"you again?" diluc groaned. everything went silent except for kaeya, who greeted him excitedly, making his way to him in big stomps. noticing this, the redhead sighs tiredly. "show's over, everyone. we're closing for the night."

the drunkards groaned the first time this happened, but because of it repeating every month, they've gotten used to it.

the guy has the patience of a saint, you note.

"let's go home, then," you always say with a kiss to his cheek "you tone-deaf bard."

KAZUHA

out of context but this guy invented chivalry

no i will not give any further explanations

he'll hold your hand like he gets paid for it. so enthused about it.

unlike the three messed up people (lovingly) above, this one does the thumb rubbing thing!! (hooray i guess)

his hands are probably rough considering he uses a katana without gloves/is literally a wanderer. but. i can't picture it. let a woman dream.

OH AND HE'LL TAKE HIS BANDAGE OFF IN PRIVATE IF YOU ASK HIM TO <3

just imagine it aaaaa

he stares at you in pure disbelief EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU ASK

LIKE NO KAZUHA THE BURN MARKS ARE NOT UGLY

and when you tell him that he blushes aahhzhsgzwkshjsjs

still! he's very shy about it (oddly enough) so he will only do it if you've been together for more than, let's say, 6 months?? maybe??

he'll slowly unwraps the cloth, cheeks slightly flushed (as always). it's constant, really; he doesn't falter but he doesn't speed up.

that is, until he comes to a stop. right above the mark.

"kazu," you call. he looks at you through his lashes, full of... embarrassment? "you don't have to if you don't feel like it. but... that's not the case, is it?"

he looks so out of character, gulping and avoiding your gaze. he breathes and tries to say something, but he stops himself and stares at his lap.

"look at me, love." you request, placing your palm on his cheek. "you don't need to hide yourself. you're beautiful."

he stammers a compliment and looks away, clearly flustered by the affection

how cute

those times are when you get to see him timid

no one will believe you, but he's the clingy one

hands on your shoulders, on your hips, waist, face, thighs, and most importantly, on your hands.

the first time you held hands, he was the one initiating the contact

you weren't dating, or even close

that was the day you started crushing on him

wether you were a fellow pirate in the crux fleet or just some person travelling with them on one (1) time makes no difference

the storm unravelling in front of you could terrify anyone

you were, of course, no exception

captain beidou's loud voice, commanding the last preparations before seeking shelter

the loud crackling of thunder, and the constant crash of the waves

the raindrops which fell like knives, making a sound similar to bullets when they hit the wooden floor

the footsteps, your heartbeat, the ropes being pulled

it was just too much

breath quickening, you tried to calm down. teardrops were beginning to form on your eyes but you didn't allow yourself to cry.

it'd be downright embarrassing, considering that everyone else seemed to be taking the situation with cold precision

and oh, fuck, your hands and legs were trembling like jelly

you heard beidou yell something in your direction, and next thing you knew, someone was pulling you inside to the hold.

"it's okay. you're safe now." kazuha's gentle voice lulls you. he's gently grasping your hands in his, rubbing comforting patterns in your skin. you curl up, fingers tightening as the ship rocks violently. you silently thank him when he doesn't pull away or swats you off, opting to huddle closer to you instead. his warmth makes your muscles relax slightly, and he chuckles lightly at it. "feeling better already? i'm glad."

you had never really talked to kazuha, as he often refrained from taking place in the numerous drinking competitions the fleet celebrated on sundays.

(let's just say, that changed in the future)

crimson orbs meet yours when you choose to face the man, and suddenly your face has turned into their rival in a fictional challenge.

you thank him again and straighten up, coming back to your senses. you instantly miss his body heat, but you say nothing.

he does not, however, seem to have any intentions of letting your hand go.

HEIZOU

oh dear god

you're in for a ride

you see, he can be the perfect boyfriend

but he can be a little shit too

it depends on how much he'd like to tease you

if he feels like being an asshole, he'll conjoin your hands and swing them exaggeratedly while skipping and maybe even singing a little tune

he makes sure this is in public (unless it's crossing your boundaries), so he can embarrass you a bit

(if you, however, start replicating him, he'll make it progressively more obnoxious until one of you gives up)

((make it be him. please. place your entire body against his arm and bat your eyelashes at him like you're fucking minnie mouse or something. he's officially losing this one.))

"my dear! my everything!" he exclaimed, snaking your hips with one arm and conjoining your hands with the other. he presses kisses on your fingers, green eyes gleaming with mischief, and he finds it hard to fight back a cackle. this would've been funny, cute, ir even romantic, if it wasn't for the bewildered looks of his coworkers.

one dude actually yelled at him to at least do that in his office. once you were there, you questioned his triumphant expression

"ah, there was this boring case they wanted me to solve..." he snickered. "now they won't come into my office and pester me. i guess some other guy will do it."

fucking bastard (adoringly)

his fingers are long and slim, and his knuckles are rough

he literally throws punches as self-defense. no sword, no bow, just his fists.

by this, i imply that at least his knuckles and reverse of his fingers could exfoliate your skin better than any soap.

his palms are softer (not too big of an accomplishment. a three-day-beard could achieve that, too), and rather cold

heizou's preferred form of physical affection isn't hand holding, actually, so he's not too big on it

he makes an exception for the situation mentioned above AND if you're feeling nervous or stressed.

in the second case, he'll be more subtle. he can read you like a book, so he'll save you of any unwanted attention by softly caressing your palm and fingertips.

"it's okay" he whispers. "do you want to get out of here?"

and if you say yes, he'll excuse the both of you and get you some dango milk

he'll have your pinkies intertwined and walk side by side with you. no jokes or teasing remarks.

(he also manages to have the same exact pace as you. sometimes it's a bit hypnotizing to watch.)

oh and btw, you were the one holding his hand the first time

he knew you were smitten

he knew what you wanted

but he still said "hmm let's see what they do"

smirking at you your whole first date like "oooh you wanna kiss me so bad"

(PUNCH HIM. HE WON'T SEE THAT ONE COMING)

and while accompanying you back home, he's waiting patiently for you to make a move.

and of course he notices. he sees the way your hand shifts closer to his, only to pull away a second later. he sees from the corner of his eye the way your chest rises and falls progressively faster. and oh, archons! you're doing it!

you're lifting your hand up, and it's getting closer, and nearer, and omg it's right next to his--

"go on," he says in a teasing manner, breaking the silence. he wears an shit-eating grin as if it was his best suit "you can do it. i don't bite."

you swallow. you consider kicking him and running off, but you had genuinely enjoyed your afternoon and that'd be a waste. so, hesitantly, you did as you had planned.

his hand was warm, and there was no further chat until you arrived.

you were at the doorstep, saying your goodbyes.

"keep going, yeah?" he giggles right before leaving. "i'm expecting a kiss next time!"

"wha-"

it's up to determine wether he got it or not.

TIGHNARI

QODIAHUSBSUSJS AAAAAAA

OKOK HEAR ME OUT

you're a forest ranger too

so you two conveniently go on patrol together

who could've guessed?

even before you dated. consider that as his form of courting.

but but! the moment you two are official tho!!

he'll hold your hand constantly <3

its perfect because he's NOT a pda person. so he has his three favourite things together.

privacy, the forest, and you:)

expect collei to look beyond awkward whenever she catches you two having the slightest moment of physical affection in front of her

she loves you two and is very supportive !! she just does NOT know what to do with herself.

also HOLDING HANDS TO ASSERT DOMINANCE/hj

and by this i mean Very Obviously putting your intertwined hands over the table as you have dinner with cyno and collei

cyno: *🤨*

collei: *small politely and nod yall*

"...what clothes do clouds wear?" cyno reads from his (terrifying) book as you swallow your bite out of your pita pocket. he then proceeds to look straight at tighnari, who is currently two seconds away from jumping out of the window. "thunderwear."

the situation was so weird you couldn't help giggling a bit, covering your face with your free hand. at your side, tighnari's grip became a bit tighter. "unbelievable" he grits his teeth. and at that, you laugh harder.

you teased him for that dumb "jealous" episode for WEEKS. my man wanted to disappear from the face of teyvat.

on another note. his gloves.

they look so squishy idk how to say this.

the pads?? are like a jelly-esque material?? maybe slime condensant or whatever its called

so you can expect his bare hands to be SOFT. AND PRETTY. BECAUSE HE NEVER GOES OUT WITHOUT PROPER PROTECTION.

(as he should)

most likely the best hands in genshin together with albedo and maybe scaramouche?? nah scratch that pantalone must have the best manicure in the world

back on point. his nails are kinda pointy (he is a fox so it is to be expected) so DO NOT ask him to scratch your back. he'll say no anyway but beware.

it'll be more painful than satisfying. does not fully count if you're a masochist.

anyways. he enjoys physical touch wayyy more than he'd like to admit.

hand holding isn't enough he wants you to pet his ears and spoon him (partner privilege what can i say)

tighnari's generally stern disposition was a challenge during the "chase" phase of the relationship. for the both of you.

on the one hand, there were your compliments and your not-so-secret intention to win him over.

on the other hand, he blatantly refused to flirt back, but still managed to flirt back.

you know the difference?

like, never once in a million years would he see his crush and say "you look amazing, darling. are you free tonight?" and wink.

BUT he will say "that shade of green is nice." and oh so conveniently need your help writing some stuff down.

("paperwork. nothing too interesting" he'll say when questioned. "mind your business" is what he means.)

you learn to pick up on it. and he learns to be more bold.

you let him hold your hand the first time.

he's not that fond of physical touch, and you didn't want to cross his boundaries, so you let him take those steps.

it was a warm summer night in sumeru. the kind of warm in which the breeze is pleasant and no jacket is needed.

you were stargazing and pointing out constellations together,

and he just. went for it.

"hold my hand" he said without looking at you. it wasn't that much of a statement, because the softness in his tone made it sound like a suggestion.

a smile appears on your face while your insides tickle, and you feel a bit ridiculous for being so excited over something so simple. "as you wish" you teasingly say, taking hold of his hand.

the lack of light makes it hard to read his expression, or see if he's blushing.

a thousand questions race in your head, mixed with worries and things you'd like to say

all of them dissipate when he interlaces your fingers.

DAINSLEIF

well first of all

he's very,,,

devoted

by which i mean you are his moon and stars

he'll BATHE YOU in affection.

he wouldn't even entertain the idea of dating someone he doesn't trust completely and/or hasn't been with him for a long time

you make him soft lol,,,, use that info however you want

he does the thumb rubbing thing!!! a king fr

ah and he's not taking off his gloves. because of the curse, his skin is probably a bit unsettling to see?

so is yours, considering you share his condition.

he isn't that into physical touch, though. and even less into pda.

so there's three situations in which he holds your hand:

while walking around alone, when you're nervous or scared, and in the intimacy of your home

it's on the quiet days around teyvat that he doesn't wanna let go

it's standing before the enemy, which haunts you two like prey, that he reminds you he would never let go

and it's while sleeping, huddled together, that he holds you close to him and intertwines your fingers<3

like i sad, no pda.

he might make an exception if it's the traveller with you, but uhh not really...???

hes so awkward about it too like-- it can get funny sometimes.

like one time he held you by the waist when you visited stormterror's lair and paimon just commented on it

had he been not so stoic he might have jumped away from you like his instincts yelled

and she didn't even say anything weird. maybe something like "you look good together!" or "huh?! you like him?!"

she adores you so she's very much Confused™ by your taste

give her time she'll get over it

but you get it, really. the picture of dainsleif she has could never compare to yours.

you still remember, all those centuries ago, when you took a leap of faith and pulled him to the dancefloor.

well, not exactly a dancefloor, but more of a 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝓮𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓻 ???

yeah like . elegant.

he was the dainsleif, and you were just. you

i mean babe ur great and all but hes like the strongest (and hottest lets be honest) guy in khaenri'ah. good luck!!

some friends encouraged you. this was a big celebration!! the eclipse dynasty and its descendants rarely ever organized parties. not in their home, at least.

so after months of watching the twilight sword from afar, you finally had a chance (although slim) of approaching him

so you got ready (best clothes, best accesories, and a lengthy skincare session) and when some animated music started to play, it was your chance

"you got this!" your friends said. "yeah, you look stunning! he's saying yes for sure!"

he's talking with some colleagues and the rush of adrenaline slowly leaves you,

but oh no! it's too late. you've made eye contact and he's two meters away from you.

"breathe, calm down" you tell yourself. your steps become wobbly but the resolution doesn't leave your features.

dainsleif looks surprised when you stop in front of him, and the guy he was chatting with (who you recognize as halfdan, one of his most loyal underlings) elbows him with a smile before excusing himself in a teasing tone

"may i help you?" he asks. oh god, his voice always makes your insides tickle. you open and close your mouth before pursuing your lips and speaking in a more... assured tone.

"yes. i was wondering if you'd like to... to dance with me?" you chuckle nervously as dain gapes at you, clearly shocked. "i mean! you probably have better things to do and... you are probably very uncomfortable right now. uh, sorry! i'll just leave-"

"i'd love to" he interrupts with a small smile. "also, you look very beautiful today, (y/n)."

"oh." you beam, holding his wrist gently. "thanks. you, uh, you always look beautiful." as you guide him among the other couples, you swear you can hear some knights cheering.

and the rest is history :')

side note: forgot to mention you were freaking out because "OH MY GOD HE KNOWS MY NAME?? HE KNOWS OF ME EXISTING???? AND HE. SAID. YES??????"

however, with dain, life's not sunshine and rainbows.

he trusts you, of course, and he loves you even more

but he still refuses to ask for comfort. no matter how many times you make him understand your feelings for him, he just doesn't seem to understand a word.

sometimes you face his walls and are struck by a sudden wave of disappointment.

it's not like you want to know every thought and emotion that crosses him, but communication can be hard sometimes.

like when he had jumped into the abyss without a care in the world.

you are angry, of course. you had been sick with worry, crying and pacing and lucky in the few nights you had been able to sleep.

he had (conveniently) reappeared next to the traveler, inside the chasm (or at least that was what he told you). from that point on, the story became more twisted.

but his voice was so groggy as he told you, and his eyes were peering at you with so much tiredness, you couldn't help taking his hands in yours and resting his body against you.

"i'm sorry." he repeated over and over, becoming more desperate each time. lacking the strength to even straighten his back, he barely mustered the energy to slightly squeeze your hands.

"let's rest for a while, yes? i'm just happy that you're back."

he's so grateful for everything you do :(

being with him would be living in a hurt/(no?) comfort fic 24/7 actually lol i kinda wanna cry

being with him takes effort, resilience, and overall, it's hard

though as he links your fingers and his eyes fill with sheer devotion and adoration, you think it's all worth it :')

#☀️.writing #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #ayato x you #gorou x you #gorou x reader #venti x reader #venti x you #kazuha x you #kazuha x reader #heizou x reader #heizou x you #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif x you

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1waveshortofashipwreck · 4 months

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Hi!! I just wanted to say first off that this is such a cute idea! I don’t usually do a lot of requests/asks but i could not pass this up!

-My name is Lara Lowry, I use she/her pronouns!

-I’m short (like 5’1”) and I have dark brown curly hair. i’m half irish and half nigerian so i look kinda mixed. i have really dark brown eyes that kinda just look black unless you’re really close or in the sunlight lol. i have olive skin, im kind of pale rn cause it’s winter!

- I am an ENFP-A and my enneagram is 2 if i remember correctly. i love very hard and get attached very quickly! my love languages are quality time and physical touch i think. I am somewhat outgoing but i love to be at home a lot too. I’m a cancer so im very emotionally charged and i wear my heart on my sleeve.

-i play the flute and piano, im in the wind symphony and orchestra at my university and i love it, but i also love to draw so im an art major! i enjoy theatre and singing. i love to write as well, i just wish i could be more motivated to do so. one of my dreams is to be a mother honestly and make a beautiful/loving home for my family!

-i really love a partner that is sort of grounding for me, like someone who can be my rock. (i am very codependent which is bad ik but definitely one of my flaws.) i love someone who is classy and gentleman like! i think chivalry is very attractive! i can be a little crazy sometimes cause i have ADHD so i also like someone who can be my calm counterpart but also be fun and crazy with me sometimes! ok this is very telling but i LUV gingers, they’ve always been my type. i also love me some scrawny white men lol.

-my b.o.b faves are definitely winters, liebgott, guarnere, webster… in that order :) so i would love to be shipped with any of them but honestly i love them all so i don’t mind!

i’m so excited for this and thanks! :D

Aaaaaa thank you so much for the request love!! 😁🥰

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

A song from my liked songs that reminds me of y’all - I Was Born to Love You by Queen

How y’all met

Ok so you were in Paris studying art and one day you were just vibing in an outdoor cafe doing some sketching

Liebgott was out with Luz and Webster just vibing on their weekend passes

Turns out they were at the same cafe!!

So you noticed the three of them hanging out and being Adorable so of course it’s sketchy sketchy time

You do this gorgeous picture of the three of them that just really captures the playful energy and happy vibes they were giving off

But Joe noticed you looking over and immediately is like wow she’s heckin cute

So he tries to catch your eyes every time you look up and he does a couple of times and just gives you THAT SMIRK YOU KNOW WHICH ONE and he can see you blush from his table and just thinks you’re SO CUTE

Joe decides to excuse himself for a second and saunters over to you, like, he needs to talk to you or else he’s gonna explode

“Couldn’t help but notice your pretty eyes kept looking over” he smooth talks as he takes the empty seat at your table

Before you can respond he sees your drawing and is just like

Jaw drop

Joe just drops all of his flirty smooth talking and in a sweet, honest voice, “you drew that? …that's how you saw me?”

Sweet boy just goes kinda quiet while staring at your drawing but he quickly snaps back to his senses, albeit a little frazzled

“Um, I’m Joe,” he says politely, stretching out a hand to you

Long story short he got a weekend pass to Paris any time he could and wrote to you every day

Lowkey you’d always put a little doodle on your letters back to him and he’d never admit it but all week he’d be looking forward to your letter and see what you drew this time

How he knew he loves you

So it’s one of the times when he got a weekend pass and y’all are having a picnic in the park just vibing and having a lovely time

All of a sudden a baseball comes rolling over to y’all and you notice a couple of itty bitty kids have started running over

You pick up the baseball and hand it to them and they start to apologize but you’re so sweet and they’re so stinking cute they just laugh and say thank you before running back to their game

Joe was sitting back watching the interaction and all he could see was you with a bunch of little Liebgotts

It just kind of hit him, he doesn’t want anybody else, you’re his person

As you’re coming back to sit down he takes your hand and just pulls you into his lap

Before you can protest he plants a soft, sweet kiss on your lips

“I’m in love with you, doll”

You can barely hear it but it still brings tears to your eyes

And you knew you found your person

A conflict and how y’all resolved it

So it’s after the war and you were back at home doing some sketches

It’s around the time Joe is supposed to be home but he’s still not home??

Finally you’re about to go to bed and Joe walks in the door

“Hey love! Long day at work?” you say, trying to mask your worry/relief as you give him a welcome home hug

“Yeah, something like that,” he replies half-heartedly as y’all go back and get ready for bed

This happens three more times in the week

You never get to see Joe, and when you do see him he’s too tired to talk

Not to mention the Intrusive Thoughts start happening

He can’t be seeing someone else…right?

So it’s finally the weekend and Joe has the day off

Or so you thought

You’re up and making coffee when Joe makes his way out

“Hey babydoll I’m gonna go try and get a few fares in,” he says casually, about to give you a goodbye peck on the cheek

Except all the worry and loneliness just kinda boils out of you

“Joey I haven’t seen you all week and now you’re picking up cab shifts on Saturday!?”

“Well I was just trying to make us some extra cash…”

“We’ve already paid our bills this month! Besides you could at least take today to be at home!”

The air is heavy while the two of you just stand there quietly

Joe has an anxious look in his eyes, looking everywhere but you as his hand comes up to the back of his neck

You notice and tears start welling up

“Tell me there isn’t someone else,” you’re barely able to make out without a sob accompanying your words

Suddenly Joe’s expression completely changes

His eyes immediately meet yours with shock and concern

“Baby is that why you think I’ve been out every night?”

You stay quiet and look down at the floor, unsure if you feel silly, embarrassed, frustrated, or some combination of the three

“Oh sweetheart…” Joe immediately comes over and wraps you up in a warm, tight hug

You let a few sobs escape as you melt into his embrace, wrapping your arms around him

“You know I’d never do that to you love, shit there’s no one out there that even begins to compare to you,” Joe tells you in a quiet, sincere voice

“Then why have you been going out so much?”

Joe pulls away from the hug and looks down at the floor, almost appearing embarrassed

“I wanted to surprise you… I’m saving up for your birthday present.”

And you just ???? “What could you be getting that could need you to work so much?”

“I just always saw how you looked at pictures of Ireland and how you always say you’d like to go somewhere on a vacation…”

“Joey, are you saving up to take me there?”

“... I was saving up so we could fly first class and get a nice fancy hotel, you deserve the best…”

Now you start sobbing again but for a whole new reason

Joe looks at you again with concern when he hears you start crying again but you just take his face in your hands and give him the biggest kiss ever

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met, you know that?”

He winds up staying home that day ❤️

Your Happily Ever After

So y’all get married after the war and you move to San Francisco with your mans

You have twin girls who you both love to the moon and back

Your family is just as you pictured it and so much more - like it's so clear to everyone how much all four of you love each other

Every weekend you, Joe, and your girls are in the park trying something new

One weekend Joe is teaching them to ride bikes and helping them up when they fall

The next weekend they’re showing you the flowers that they drew cuz they wanna be artists like you

At the end of each day after you put the girls to bed you just sit on your couch with Joe and lean your head on his shoulder and life couldn’t be more perfect

A silly headcanon about your relationship

Y’all always do family costumes for Halloween and it’s the best thing ever

One year you were superheroes

You and Joe were Superman and Wonder Woman and the twins were Batman and Robin

Another year you were Cruella and the three of them dressed as dalmatians

Nothing compares though to when the Easy Company Reunion fell on Halloween Weekend

So, unbeknownst to Joe, the three of you dressed as his friends for Halloween

Of course you dressed up as Webster

And the girls just begged to go as Uncle George and Uncle Joe

The only ones smiling bigger than Joe were Luz and Toye when they saw their mini me's

Joe keeps the picture from that Halloween in his wallet and another copy in his cab visor

aaaaaaaa this was so much fun to write!!! Thank you again for the ask Lara and for your patience 🫠 !!!!

#band of brothers #band of brothers ship #band of brothers fanfic #ask #thicccqueyoongimin #hbo #hbo war #easy company #joe liebgott #joseph liebgott #my writing #emily shut up #making waves

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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since is spooky season, and Halloween is tomorrow. what about eddie taking shy!wife to the pumpkin patch (and obviously on the hay ride to 🙄)

Hiiii babes!! Well it is Sunday soooo I guess we can do all the Shy Wife things😂 also this took a turn but like it’s still cute🙈💖

*Enjoy the way Eddie just can’t say no to you and is always there when you need to be comforted*

“This one is perfect.” You bend down to grab the pumpkin you had been eying but before you can grab it you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Eddie smiling down at you, he gives you a little wink before he leans over and grabs the pumpkin.

“Good job sweetheart.” You smile and stand up as Eddie puts the pumpkin in the wagon next to the other two you’d picked. Earlier in the day Eddie had surprised you with a trip to the pumpkin patch and you couldn’t have been more excited, he knew you wanted to go since you had mentioned it a few times before but didn’t want to go alone so Eddie being the thoughtful husband he is decided to take you for a little surprise date.

“Is three enough?” You ask as Eddie pulls the wagon down the path towards a picnic table. You look around to see if any other pumpkins catch your eye and you smile when you see a family taking photos together in the middle of the field.

“We can get as many as you want sweetheart.” Eddie answers as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Can we maybe do that?” Eddie follows your gaze and sees the family taking pictures together. “I know it’s not very metal.” You add as Eddie’s hold around your waist tightens.

“Now when have I ever,” Eddie raises his head to he can whisper in your ear. “Been able to tell my sweet girl no?” You giggle as he places sloppy kisses to the side of your neck. “Let me put the pumpkins in the van and then we can do whatever you want.” You smile as he gives you a little squeeze before his arms slip off your waist and he gives your cheek a quick peck. “Will you be okay by yourself?” You turn around as he speaks and look him in the eyes, the usual dark brown more of a light caramel color making you smile. You know he’s not asking to be rude but he’s asking because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you feeling safe is always his top priority.

You look around, Eddie watches the way your eyes travel around the pumpkin patch that’s littered with families and people on the hunt for their perfect pumpkin or just out taking a stroll through the corn maze. He doesn’t miss the way you flinch slightly as the tractor being used for hayrides starts up causing a commotion from the kids waiting in line to catch the next ride.

“I’ll just wait at the table over there.” Eddie just nods and gives you a smile as he watches you walk towards the picnic table near the end of the path. You sit on the bench and wave at him playfully as he walks past with the wagon filled with your pumpkins, he blows you a kiss making you laugh before he turns the corner and is out of your sight. You sit there and mess with your hands, twirling your wedding band around on your finger as you wait for him to return. You can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed as you watch all the people pass by laughing and smiling amongst themselves, you look down at your feet and take a few deep breathes to help you calm down.

“Miss me?” You jump at the sound of Eddie’s voice as he appears in front of you, he raises an eyebrow as he kneels down so he can look you in the eyes. “It’s okay sweetheart.” His voice is soothing as he slowly raises his hands to cup both sides of your face. “Look at me sweet girl.” When your eyes find his he feels his heart sink a little, he can tell you’re overwhelmed and he instantly regrets leaving you to sit alone with your thoughts. “You’re okay.” You reach up and place a hand over his that’s holding the side of your face.

“I think I want to go home now.” You whisper but Eddie hears you just fine. He gives you a smile as he leans in and gives you a quick kiss to the lips.

“We can come back and take all the photos you want how does that sound sweetheart?” You smile as rests his forehead against yours.

“Can we do the hayride too?” You ask and Eddie feels his heart want to melt at how cute you look when you ask for something.

“Anything you want sweet girl.” 💖

#eddie munson x shy wife #eddie munson x shy!reader #multiple wives!eddie #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x you #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby #Sunday wife

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sannylity · 10 months

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mmm glarb thinking about artistic director x prostitute au for the 100000000th time this week

considering the past success of all his shows and the attention she gained, mariana is well-off. meanwhile, charlie's a struggling college graduate who lives with his daughter juanaflippa, his friend wilbur, and wilbur's daughter tallulah. they are renting out a small house and its not the best but theyre staying there and its their casa :D

though mariana paid him well for his work on set, charlie has that sweet sweet student loan debt to pay off and hes also raising a child while helping raise another child, so he still does nights at las casualonas, though theyre less common then they used to be.

sure, charlie was the star of the show. sure, everyone in the cast and crew adored him. sure, mariana and him were in a romantic relationship. but he was always afraid to ask any of them for financial support, instead hiding his class status and finding excuses for the days where it was hard for him to move.

mariana didnt know much about charlies home life, be it in his childhood or in his current years. but she noticed how he lit up in shock at every gift, every meal, how he looked around in wonder each time he went to his house.

charlie met mariana's parents- they were very well off, kind but strict, with bright smiles on their faces as they asked him questions and listened intently to his answers, never a shred of judgement visible.

mariana would ask about meeting charlie's parents, to which he was always met with uncomfortable silence or straight up "no"s. but he eventually caved in, saying that his parents weren't in the same spot, so they'd need to visit them seperately.

first, they went to see his dad- mariana was very uncomfortable as she realized they were entering the police station, before they sat down at a booth, looking into the eyes of a man in an orange jumpsuit, scars dotting his face.

a few days later, they went to see his mom- they'd packed a nice picnic, and charlie excitedly brought the other man into the graveyard, sitting down beside a grave and chatting to it happily, leaving flowers for his mother.

needless to say, when they made it back to mariana's house, charlie got a tight hug and kisses across his scalp. he never realized, she never realized that neither of his parents could be considered "in the picture" anymore.

he grew up with two parents who love each other very much and an older sister- they were rich, they were a nuclear family, they were picture perfect.

so it was strange to see a n image of a man and a woman standing with five kids, all of them with fear lingering in their eyes, holding photographs of three more children.

-💫 (huh i popped off)

Yes, you did pop off!

And this AU definitely tackles a lot on their social status since Charlie worked as a sex worker while Mariana is a successful director.

I like the idea of Charlie still going to college and striving hard to finish his year. It makes his load so much heavier, that’s why he doesn’t have time for romance and relationships. All he knows is providing for himself and his daughter and that’s it.

So, when he ends up having a relationship with Mariana, a total curveball in his life, a risk he took. The difference in their social status is highlighted during the first time Mariana steps into Charlie’s home. Maybe a small studio with overpriced rent but it’s near Juana’s kindergarten and his college, so it’ll make do.

At some point, even Mariana tried convincing Charlie to move in with him, but Charlie sees it as a pity offer, so he rejects him. Like you mentioned, he doesn’t like people spending for him because his independence is all the control he has left in his life and he’s not about to let go of it over some rich guy who takes pity on him.

Little by little, Mariana manages to coax him into accepting small gifts, that he deserves flowers and chocolates and serenades. Soon, when Charlie becomes financially stable, when they resolve issues regarding self-worth and social statuses, they even move in together to a new place that they both pay for. They pay date nights alternately and Charlie even gives gifts back to Mariana.

Charlie opens up more regarding his past and Mariana accepts him wholeheartedly. They live happily ever after when money and status no longer becomes an issue.

They love unapologetically.

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redfurrycat · 7 months

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🐓👨‍👧‍👦🐣Big Brother Bradley Bradshaw Fic Recs🐣👨‍👧‍👦🐓

Check the Top Gun Masterlist post for the latest updated version. 💕

Ao3 Authors: AnadoraBlack, Bahjrc, Brenda, Capt_scarwidow, ForVendetta, Ginnydear, LadyLanera, Likethenight, Nightfuryy, SaintClaire.

> Kid Fic - Single Dad & Parents {🤠🐓}

I used to hate you by AnadoraBlack {M}

When Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin first meet at Top Gun, they immediately decide that they hate each other.

Shape Up by likethenight {G}

Bradley and Amelia get to know each other. They're pretty much siblings at this point, after all, aren't they?

Ante Up by Brenda {T}

Wild Card

"So?" he repeated, at a loss. She rolled her eyes, and made a production of looking around the hangar. "So, is there anything fun to do in this sad museum of stunted masculinity and 80s-dad nostalgia, or are we just supposed to sit quietly like wax figures until Mom and Mav are done communing or canoodling or whatever?" Shit, Mav and Penny left him alone with Amelia. Who Bradley hadn't even laid eyes on since she was...nine or ten, maybe, at some picnic or another Aunt Sarah and Uncle Ice had thrown. She'd had braided pigtails that day, he recalled. And was a good foot shorter. Or: While waiting for Maverick and Penny to finish their sunset plane ride, Rooster and Amelia play poker and get to know each other again. (Set immediately post-credits)

Winning Hand

Bradley could practically see the radar pinging in Nat's brain. "Poker? You play poker?" "Sometimes," Amelia replied. "Sometimes, she says." Bradley shuddered, exaggerated for Phoenix's benefit. "Don't let her con you, she can kick my ass." "She can kick anyone's ass," Mav agreed, raising his beer. He sounded every inch the proud parent. Phoenix turned to Bradley, those big brown eyes feverishly bright. "Can she kick Seresin's ass?" Or: A "friendly" game of poker is played, and more than a few long-hidden truths are revealed

Full House

Bradley tilted his head at Amelia. "Didn't realize Lindy was joining us." Mav's grin was very wide and very pleased with itself. "It's my party, and I want her here." "At your bachelor party?" Bradley emphasized, just to be sure everyone was on the same page. Or: Mav hosts a poker game for his bachelor party, and Amelia may have finally met her match. (Takes place a year after Winning Hand)

Flock Together by LadyLanera {T}

They made it home. Settled into becoming a family with Amelia and Penny. Rooster finally had that chance of his happily ever after he dreamed of. Only he was pretty certain that Jake "Hangman" Seresin wasn't into him regardless of what everyone claimed otherwise. No one was that big of a dick to someone they liked...right? > Author Rec: LadyLanera writes lots of Amelia Benjamin & Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw in her stories, with the most amazing brotherly & sisterly feels.

I'll Watch Your Life In Pictures (like I used to watch you sleep) by capt_scarwidow {G}

Amelia and Rooster hang out while Penny and Maverick fly, and Rooster discovers that he may have missed out on things when he was gone - AKA Dad!Mav and Rooster being awful with kids

big brother duties by ginnydear {G}

“But what I’m trying to say,” Bradley says after a moment, handing Jake a clip and touching Amelia’s shoulder, “is that… well, you have me now.” “Ew, are you offering to be my brother?” five times jake helps bradley with amelia and the one time amelia helps bradley with jake.

Amelia's Big Brothers by nightfuryy {_}

Amelia's first period happens when she's staying with Jake and Bradley. Cue the best big brothers.

i’ll fly like an eagle to where i belong by forVendetta {G}

Maverick and Amelia throughout the years.

The Colour Of An Avocado by SaintClaire {M}

Four times Jake got jealous and one time Bradley did. --- The thing about Tim is that he’s probably a decent guy. Jake would know this if he was willing to spend more than twenty seconds talking to him, but alas, he’s not. He’s Bradley’s ex, and that’s three strikes out and a fourth for good measure, as far as Jake’s concerned.

as it was by bahjrc {G}

In this world, it's just us. From that mission day on, things would never be the same as before. But Rooster doesn't think that is a bad thing, he doesn't know if Hangman thinks the same. He just might find out.

Angel Eyes by LadyLanera {T}

When Mav is suddenly transferred back Stateside out of the blue and taken to Rady's Children's Hospital of San Diego, he fears the worst. However, he quickly learns it's nothing like he imagined. There's a sweet little girl with familiar green eyes in one of those hospital beds instead, and her mother is strangely nowhere to be found. Join Maverick and his family as they navigate this nightmare of a mess this time.

#Big Brother Bradley Bradshaw Recs List #amelia benjamin & bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #amelia benjamin #🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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trixie-troubleby · 9 months

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First of all I LOVED your drabble it was adorable (and totally fits with my own ideas about T4T Sportarobbie too!!)

Second, could I send a prompt? Nonbinary Robbie, wearing makeup for the first time outside of a disguise and being nervous about it. Sportacus has lots of compliments and the kids think it's super cool. Either established relationship or cute get-together

Super bonus if Glanni helps Robbie do his makeup and gives him a pep talk about being fabulous because he wears makeup all the time

Of course! I’m always open to prompts (although sometimes they take me a minute). So for this I use he/they pronouns for Robbie pretty interchangeably. Thanks for reading!

It’s hard being a weirdo in a place with a bunch of normal people. Robbie knew that better than most. That was why he moved to Lazytown. They weren’t the most normal bunch, so they weren’t too judgmental either. If Sportacus could show his elven abilities without judgement, then a little gender nonconformity didn’t seem too bad at all.

But it was still nerve wracking. Disguises were easier. It was easier to put on makeup and skirts when he was being a woman. Just being himself? That was much more revealing. More frightening. The kids could see Miss Roberta in makeup. But if they saw Robbie like that… what would they say?

Robbie swallowed, looking into the mirror. They couldn’t help the smile that spread across their face each time they saw their own reflection. Dark purple eyeshadow and think eyeliner really made his eyes pop. He had considered some eyeshadow with glitter in it, but while he liked the look, he hated the feeling of it. Dark mascara made his lashes fuller and longer. And a dark pinkish red lipstick finished the look.

They sent a picture to his brother for a reaction. Glanni sent back a string of emojis that Robbie didn’t exactly know what to make of. But he knew they were complimentary at least. Glanni was never the best with advice or support, but it was a relief to have his approval anyways.

Robbie left their lair with a deep breath. Groceries. He would go get some groceries and then they’d come back and everything would be fine. There wouldn’t be a mob. He was already flamboyant and he hadn’t been beaten up or called any slurs yet. It would be fine. He just had to keep telling himself that.

“Robbie Rotten!” Ziggy exclaimed.

He cringed. It hadn’t even been five minutes out of the house and they were already being accosted. He could pretend that he didn’t hear the brat…

“Robbie! Come play a game with us!” Stephanie called. She ran up to him and started pulling on his sleeve. She stopped, blinking up at him with wide eyes. “Whoa… are you wearing makeup?” She asked excitedly. “It looks so good! Could you teach me how to do eyeliner like that?” She babbled.

Robbie felt their face flush underneath the blush he had used on his cheeks. “I uh… maybe?” They said awkwardly. Before they realized what was happening, Stephanie had grabbed him and was pulling him over to where the rest of the group had a deck of cards on a picnic table. Sportacus sat at the end in a chair they had brought over from somewhere else.

As Robbie approached, the kids all began complimenting his makeup. Stingy and Stephanie asking for tips, Ziggy shyly saying he might want to try it himself sometime, and Pixel and Trixie appreciating the colors. All of them were speaking a mile a minute except for…

Sportacus was silent. His cheeks were a shade darker than they normally were. His mouth was slightly agape. He was staring at Robbie. Robbie squirmed under the intense scrutiny.

“Well uh this was nice and not embarrassing at all, but I gotta go–“ Robbie turned around.

“You look really pretty!” Sportacus blurted out.

Robbie paused, slowly turning back to the group. Trixie snickered loudly at the elf’s outburst. Sportacus’ face had grown another shade redder. “Handsome.” Sportacus corrected himself. “Er… attractive?”

Robbie quirked a brow. “I’ll accept any of the three.” He said hesitantly. “As long as you mean it.”

“Look at his face, Robbie.” Trixie said with a snort. “It’s redder than your lipstick.”

Robbie couldn’t help it. There was a chance for mischief here and by god they were going to take it. “Why are you blushing so much? Embarrassed that you think I’m pretty?” Robbie asked, sauntering over to where Sportacus was sitting. Sportacus shook his head, his lips clamped tightly shut.

“Cat got your tongue?” Robbie asked with a cheeky smile, grabbing the elf’s chin.

“No, I–“

Robbie interrupted him, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Come by later and I’ll get you some makeup remover.” He whispered, backing away from the elf and leaving to go do his errands. Robbie now felt much more confident and had a pep in their step that people rarely saw.

The kids giggled and laughed around the table, watching the dumbstruck Sportacus. “Hey uh… Sportacus?” Pixel finally spoke up.

“Yes?” Sportacus asked, seemingly snapping out of the daze he was in.

“You uh… got a little something on your cheek.” Pixel pointed to his own cheek, mirroring where the large lipstick stain was on Sportacus’ cheek. The rest of the kids laughed loudly.

But Sportacus couldn’t bring himself to care. Robbie looked so good and… happy walking away. It was well worth a little embarrassment. And well… Robbie was willing to share some makeup remover.

#trixie talks #sportarobbie #fanfic #just for the record the anxieties in this fic are based upon my own #as a gnc person in a small town

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Interview by Margaret Werner for Movie Weekly Magazine, November 1923

Buster is a dear, pleasant boy, and I know that if we had had him all to ourself in some secluded nook, the confidences would have flowed like beer at a German picnic. But as it happened-

In a corner of the private sanctum above referred to, a young man of slender build rose politely, and we were shaking the hand of Buster Keaton. Of course, we were holding our breath, waiting to see whether he would smile, and smile he did. For the benefit of those who have heaved the jolly chuckle and bellowed the lusty laugh at the antics of this solemn-faced funmaker, let us assure you that if there are smiles more spontaneous and friendly than Buster's, we'd like to see them.

However, as we were saying, this interview was conducted under difficulties. Here we were, face to face with our victim, with a large man smoking a huge cigar listening attentively to every word, and secretaries flitting in and out, and numerous other distractions. Our spirits were sinking lower and lower, but we stuck manfully to our guns, and began our attack thus:

"Mr. Keaton, tell us something of your career."

Had we asked him to do a nose dive from the window, the poor dear could not have looked more horrified. The blue eyes grew wide as a frightened child's and he looked so imploringly that we were tempted to say: "There, there, sonny. Mama won't spank."

But he told us that he became a vaudeville performer at the ripe age of five, being one of the Four Keatons, whom thousands of you will remember. Then he went into the movies with Fatty Arbuckle, using the same funny line he had been using on the stage.

"But here's what's really agitating all of us, Mr. Keaton. How can you possibly go through all that clowning and make us all nearly pass out with mirth, and all the while keep your face as straight as a stick. What's the trick?"

"There's no trick to it, really," he replied. "You see, when I was pulling my stuff on the vaudeville stage, it would look terrible for me to grin from ear to ear every time I did something funny. That queers it, you know."

We nodded our complete understanding.

"And so," continued Buster, "I learned at a very early age that I simply was not allowed to grin while working. And what with the habit of years growing on me, it's really no trick at all. So that is how I got this way."

And he handed us some pictures of his young son.

"Don't you think he resembles-er-Norma?" he asked us.

"No sir!" we answered. "This baby has the Keaton expression!"

This time we were rewarded, not by a smile, but by a hearty, delighted laugh.

The large man with the huge cigar handed around some cigarettes.

We wished he would go away. Wasn't there a ball game this afternoon?

But he merely settled back more comfortably, and we tried to forget his presence.

Buster was perched on a bookkeeper's stool, his hair tumbling into his eyes, and his fingers played with a silver locket which he wore on his watch chain (he also had a watch, though). "What's that, Buster?" we inquired.

He handed us watch, chain, locket and all, and we snapped the locket open to discover another picture of the baby! Great heavens, what will he do when he has three or four? Keep pictures of them in his hatband, we suppose.

"What are you aiming to make of this young hopeful?" we asked. "Is he going to be a comedian, too, or will Shakespeare be more in his line?"

"Neither one, I hope." Buster twisted his feet around the legs of the bookkeeper's stool and regarded the picture fondly. "This kid is going to be his own boss, and whatever profession appeals to him when he grows up, well, that's the profession he's going to ornament. President or plumber, it's what little Buster chooses. That's the way they're bringing them up nowadays. The individuality of the child, and all that. The kid's recovering now from a long siege of work. There were three generations of us in Hospitality, which I've just finished--my dad, my son, and myself."

Buster is in New York for the World Series, and as we said good-bye, he told us he was going to dash right uptown to the game. We breezed past the staring typists, and ardently longed for a chance for a real tête-à-tête with the engaging Buster, the result to be called, "Buster Keaton as His Friends Know Him."

#buster keaton #movie weekly magazine #Margaret Werner #interview #silent movies #comedy #our hospitality #joseph Talmadge Keaton #1920s #silent film #silent comedy #1920s cinema #golden age of hollywood #hollywood #slapstick

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hero-deserves-to-be-happy · 11 days

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really late, but wanted to send in a little assortment of question prompts for the ask game, so take your pick!: 3 and 16 for hero, 1 and 5 for CJ, 6 and 7 for lorraine, 8 and 15 for tamra, 18 for kel, and 13 for sunny! :D - 🩶

🩶-Anon!!!! Hello!! It's so wonderful to hear from you again. 🥰 We hope you are doing well and that you enjoyed the newest chapters of "When Sun Shines Again." Thank you so much again for the support and encouragement! It meant so much to us to get to hear your thoughts on our series, and we made sure to thank you in our authors' note on Chapter 7 & hope you enjoyed that one especially 💖

Thank you so much for your ask as well! It is always such a delight to see you in our inbox, and we'd be thrilled to answer these questions for you! We're going to try to answer all of them but have decided to divide them into two posts: one for canon characters and the other for OCs. The OC answers are below and the canon character post is linked here. Thank you so much for playing!!

Please drop by our inbox anytime! We love hearing from you. Take care!! 💙

C.J. Answers:

1. Who makes up your family? How close are you to them?

My immediate family is my parents, my three sisters: Shawna, Lisa, and Camille (but we all call her Cami), and me, but my Nana (my grandma) has always lived with us so I'd include her too. I think I'm pretty close to them.

My older sisters, Shawna and Lisa, are always going to see me as their dorky little brother, I think, but they've always looked out for me. Nana says used to treat me like their doll when I was little and would dress me up in silly clothes and loved pushing me around the in stroller like they were playing house, but I don't remember that beyond her stories and some pictures. I do remember playing together with my sisters as kid though. They both have much stronger personalities than me, so I think they liked that I would just go along with whatever they said and whatever games they wanted to play. Shawna can be really bossy sometimes, and Lisa's really into a lot of girly stuff I don't know that much about, but we always had fun together. They tease me for being hopeless with girls (instead of, you know, actually giving me useful advice), but I know we've got each other's backs.

Cami is my little sister, and she's 7. Shawna and Lisa were 15 and 17 when she was born, but I was only 12 so I think we've always been a little bit closer, especially when our older sisters went away to college and we were the only kids still living at home. Our parents work a lot so we spent a lot of time together just the two us and Nana. We like to watch cartoons together, and Cami loves stories, especially comic books (and I have a pretty big collection of those). She was really sad when I left for college, and I really miss her, but we talk on the phone a lot.

5. What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

I love spending time outdoors. Hiking is probably my favorite thing to do, but I love pretty much all outdoor activities, except fishing. It's too boring.

I like spending time with my friends too, so the best is when they tag along on my hiking trips. There's a lot of parks in the city including a nature preserve with a lot of hiking trails close to our college, and we'll all go out there sometimes when the weather is nice. Hero and Lorraine pack picnics for us. It's always a lot of fun!

LORRAINE Answers:

6. What's the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do?

It was hard to move around a lot and keep leaving my friends when I was a kid. I missed them so much and it has hard to keep in touch from so far away, but now I have pen pals all over the world so that's pretty cool! 🥰

I guess getting over some painful breakups was hard too. Heartbreak can be hard to recover from, but I don't think any of my failed relationships left me shattered and swearing off love forever like poor Hero (or at least I think that's what happened to him...? I don't know all the details, but I can tell his heart is broken and he doesn't think he'll ever be happy again. I worry about him sometimes... 🩷).

Compared to that and everything that happened to Kyle's knee, I don't think anything I've been through has been all that bad. Even my sister has had a rougher time than me, I think. I've had some normal tough times like everybody does, but nothing too lifechanging.

7. Who do you look up to?

My mom! She's so nice and so beautiful, and she has this way of making everybody happy, even when they're having a bad day. When I still lived at home and would invite my friends over, they would say she was like another mom to them because she always makes them feel so welcome and like part of our family. She's amazing at baking, crafts, and especially at gardening, and it's almost like she has this superpower where she can just look at person and know what's bothering them and what will make them feel better. I've always wanted to be just like her! 🥰

TAMRA Answers:

8. What do you think had the biggest impact on you growing up?

I think being encouraged to practice my music and follow my dreams had a really big impact on me. My parents wanted me to do well in school, of course, but they knew how much I loved playing piano so they always made sure I had lessons and time for practice too and would drive me all over the country for recitals, concerts, and competitions. My parents never made me feel like my music was a waste of time.

When I went away to college, I ended up choosing a double major in music and education because I love teaching too, and they were always really supportive of me. I think I might have given up on my dreams if it hadn't been for them.

I also have to mention Andre! He's been my best friend for as long as I can remember, and we've always been really supportive of each other and our dreams (even when they led us to universities thousands of miles away from each other). Getting to meet him and grow up together (and eventually to fall in love 💕) also had a really big impact on me! 💜

15. Do you play any instruments? Which ones? How long have you been playing?

Yes! I can actually play a lot of instruments at least a little bit 😅--mostly keyboard instruments like the piano, organ, synthesizer, keytar, melodica, and the harpsicord. Some of my friends from band in high school tried to teach me how to play some of their instruments, and I got pretty good at the clarinet, I think, which made it easier to play the melodica. At college, I've been trying to branch out into strings. My university has a program where its music majors teach private lessons to kids and other people in the community. I teach piano, but a friend of mine teaches viola and another teaches cello, and after our lessons wrap up for the day, we've all been staying late so teach each other our instruments a little bit. It's been fun, but I wouldn't say I'm very good at either of those yet.

My favorite instrument and the one I'm best at is definitely the piano. I've been playing since I was 4, and I love it! It's amazing to get to play piano at college too--though I'll admit I'm getting a little sick of playing Chopin. The chair of the music department's favorite composer is Chopin so I keep getting assigned his pieces for my student showcases, and I'd really like to play something else every now and again (Maybe some Debussy or some Rachmaninoff 🤞).

At my other part time job, I play popular music on piano at a restaurant, and that's always fun! I love transcription projects and getting to play people's (my friends') favorite songs on piano for them. 🥰

#oc interview asks #omori oc: c.j.#omori oc: lorraine #omori oc: tamra #when sun shines again ⛅#thank you so much for the ask!!#🩶 Anon-Friend #part 1 of 2

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Whiskey and Sunsets-Joshua Faraday-Pt. 1

This is a little three part story that I originally posted on Wattpad. It's just a little story about Chris Pratt's character, Joshua Faraday in The Magnificent Seven.

Warning this story mentions death, strong language, sex, alcohol, violence and prostitution.

***

I'd always considered myself a strong woman. Not someone who was intimidated by many. And in my line of work, I couldn't afford to be timid.

My parents were decent, hardworking people, who had a small farm on the edge of town. We lived a slow, simple life and I suppose if someone had asked me, I would have replied that I was happy enough.

Until the day the storm came. It tore through the county, bringing heavy rain, wind and hail. The damage was insurmountable. Especially when I discovered that my pa had been killed from a falling beam inside the barn, while trying to free our horses.

My ma was inconsolable. She refused to budge from the broken bed inside the battered cabin. I was only thirteen at the time and barely old enough to get any decent kind of job to support us.

I did some work at the general store, although I know the kindly old man who ran it could hardly pay me much of anything, I appreciated his charity.

One day, one of the saloon girls was out back, smoking a cigarette and spotted me dumping out the dirty wash water from scrubbing the floors. She beckoned me closer and I timidly complied.

"Honey, I know you're in a bad spot at home, and that old shopkeeper, bless his heart, he can't pay you enough. How's about you cone work with me?"

I didn't answer right away. I'd heard the rumors, what kind of shameful acts took place in the den of temptation, as our preacher referred to as, and was worried about what my neighbors might say.

"Isn't it...bad in there?" I whispered to the girl. She just laughed.

"It ain't always a picnic, honey, but it's not all bad. It pays real good."

"I'm just a kid," I mumbled weakly. "Those men would scare me."

"I'll protect you, honey." She flickered her cigarette into the dust, leaned down and gently took my chin in her fingers.

"If anyone tries to hurt you, I'll kill them." I stared, wide eyed at this woman, whom I barely knew. I wasn't sure if I believed her or not.

"You're...telling me the truth?"

"Yes, I am." She turned to leave. "I'll let you think on it a spell. Let me know when you decide."

She hurried back inside the saloon, where loud, lively piano music was playing and I heard some angry shouts, along with a loud crash. I stood, thinking about her offer. I wasn't sure if I had enough nerve to go work inside that den of temptation or not.

***

"Mira, get yourself over here!" I roll my eyes, deciding to make the asshole who's hollering at me, wait a few extra minutes.

"Mira, get over there!" Salina, the young woman who'd recruited me all those years ago, snaps quietly at me.

"He can wait a bit. Serve the jackass right." Salina gives me a rough nudge, drawing a fierce glare from me. She pretends not to notice, instead only giving me another push. This one means business.

I drag my feet a little, cringing on the inside. Most days, I'm perfectly content to mingle with the crowd. Unless Cletus Smith is among them. Cletus is the type that you can't see them coming a mile away, but smell them.

Cletus gives me a wide grin, his teeth stained yellow from tobacco juice and who knows what else. He's wearing the same shirt and trousers as always, stained with tobacco juice, alcohol, dirt and various other stuff that I'm better off not knowing about.

"Mira, dear, you look as pretty as a picture!"

"Mr. Smith." I take a seat beside him and immediately, he's leaning towards me, an eager look in his eyes.

"Oh hell, Mira! No need to be so formal!"

"You know it's part of the job," I say, shifting away from him, his foul breath and body odor nearly wanting to make me vomit.

"I won't tell if you won't," Cletus says, giving me a wink like we're the closest of friends.

"Fancy a dance, Mr. Smith?" Cletus laughs, standing and slapping his thigh in delight. I plaster what I hope is a convincing smile on my face and take Cletus' cold, clammy hand, leading him over to a less crowded area and reluctantly putting my arms around him.

"You're the best damn dancer in this whole joint!"

"Thank you kindly." We dance for several minutes before Cletus starts getting impatient, dropping less than subtle hints about something more...private.

"Very well, Mr. Smith." I take his hand, weaving our way through tables, chairs and the other patrons, heading upstairs. I nearly stumble as Cletus gives me a rough tug. I toss him a dirty look, but he only pushes me again.

"Hurry up, you dumb bitch! I got an itch that's just waiting to be scratched!"

"Mr. Smith." Salina is by us in a moment, a fierce look on her face. "Need I remind you that you must obey the rules here?"

"Oh calm down, Mama! I didn't do nothing wrong! 'Sides, I am a paying customer!" With that being said, Cletus pushes me and this time, I stumble, nearly falling down half a flight of stairs, cracking my head on the wall.

Salina jumps in, but before she can, I hear an unfamiliar male voice speak up, along with the soft click of a gun being cocked.

"That's no way to speak to a lady, sir. Nor any way to treat her. I strongly suggest you apologize. Before I get trigger happy."

Someone grabs me by the arm, dragging me out of the way, my head throbbing as stars appear in my vision. I shake my head a little as Salina has her arms wrapped around my shoulders, my upper body pressed into hers. She's trembling.

My vision clears and I turn my head, gazing at the man who thought it was a good idea to intervene on my behalf. What he doesn't realize is that once he leaves town, Cletus will really let me have it.

He's tall, slender, although muscular, with dirty blond hair and blue eyes, a patch of rough stubble across his lower face. There's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and he briefly flickers his gaze over to me. Our eyes lock.

"You sorry son of a bitch!" Cletus snaps, facing this mystery man, who appears as cool as can be.

"Do you like card tricks, mister?" Cletus' brow furrows in confusion.

"What?"

"Card. Tricks," the man says in an exaggerated way.

"Are you loony?" Cletus starts to push past the man, who's far more solid than he first appears, pushing Cletus back a few steps.

"Nope. But we're not talking about me. I was asking you a question."

"Did ya mean like playing cards?"

"Again, no." The man reaches into his pocket, removing a pack of filthy playing cards, fanning them out in front of Cletus, who looks downright baffled.

"Pick a card," the man instructs. Cletus does so. "Look at it. Commit it to your memory. Cletus looks the card. I'm looking at the man, who turns, giving me a wink. I scowl.

"Replace the card." Cletus replaces the card and the man shuffles them for a few seconds, before pulling one up off the deck and holding it up for everyone see.

"Is this your card?" It's the five of hearts. Cletus scowls.

"Hell, no! Fraud!"

"I wasn't finished." The man reaches behind him, appearing to pull the card out of thin air. I blink. Huh. Even I'm impressed.

"Your card is the Ace of Spades." Cletus' jaw drops, looking shocked.

"How'd you do that?"

"Can't tell you. It's a secret." Suddenly he's pushing the barrel of his gun into Cletus' chest. The poor man looks like he's going to piss himself.

"I'll make you a deal. You leave this here saloon and never bother these women again."

"W..What's the...deal?" Cletus' knees are practically knocking together. I've never seen him this lily livered before. It's entertaining.

"Oh." The man moves another gun up to his face, scratching it, as though he's thinking.

"And I won't fill you full of lead."

"Y..Yes, sir!" Cletus turns and flees, his face as pale as snow. The man chuckles, turning to Salina and I. She helps me to a standing position.

"You're welcome, little lady."

"I don't recall asking for your assistance!" I push myself away from Salina, turn and promptly crash into the man, who immediately reaches out to steady me.

"Easy." His gaze turns soft, catching me off guard. I quickly apologize, extracting myself from his arms. We step apart.

"I hope you realize that you've only made things worse by stepping in, Mr...?"

"Faraday. Josh Faraday."

"Mr. Faraday. Cletus Smith is a regular here. Once you've left town, he'll take up his place, right where he left it. And probably be bragging about how he scared you away."

Mr. Faraday turns to exit the saloon, a jaunt to his step. He's quite sure of himself.

"Who says I'll be leaving town, Miss..?"

"Ross," I supply. "Mira Ross." Joshua Faraday touches the brim of his hat, smirking as he heads out.

"The pleasure has been all mine, Miss Ross."

"He's trouble," Salina says to me.

"No shit."

****

As I'm running errands to collect some food items Salina and I's supper, whom should I see again, but Joshua Faraday. He grins, approaching me as though we're old acquaintances.

"Miss Ross, pleasure seeing you again."

"I wish I could say the same for you, Mr. Faraday." I thank the shopkeeper, grabbing my bags and head for the door. Mr. Faraday follows behind like a lost, little dog, begging for scraps.

"Have you recovered from your injuries?"

"Mr. Faraday, I had no injuries."

"Looked like to me you'd hit your head pretty hard on the wall. Not to mention, falling down half a flight of stairs."

"In my line of work, Mr. Faraday, that shit happens all the damn time."

"Not very ladylike, are you?"

"No, I think I've probably forgotten how to behave like a lady, truthfully."

"What about your family?"

"You're a bold one." I stare at him. I suppose he's the sort who charms every woman he meets, using his good looks and card tricks to get into their panties.

"That I am." Mr. Faraday chewing on some straw. He's staring into the distance. Is he worried someone catch with him? Maybe he's an outlaw, on the run.

"Your card trick was mighty impressive," I say.

"You liked that?"

"Yes." I side eye him. "I bet you use shit like that when you're playing cards, huh?"

"Sorry. I can't give away any of my secrets."

"Heaven forbid," I mutter. We reach the back entrance the saloon. I'm ready to get myself some supper and relax for a bit before getting back to work until closing time.

"I have to go. You watch your back, Mr. Faraday. Cletus Smith might not look like much of a threat, but he has friends."

"I have friends, too." Mr. Faraday grins, patting his gun holster. I roll my eyes.

"I'll be seeing you," he adds.

"Not if see you first."

***

"Mira, can I ask you something?"

"You can ask, doesn't mean I'll reply."

Salina and I are closing up the saloon. We're about to drag our weary bodies upstairs and get straight into bed. My back is killing me. I massage it for a moment before moving the last two chairs.

"I think that Faraday character is sweet on you."

"That's not a question." We blow out the last of the lanterns and head upstairs.

"He's handsome, no?"

"He's a pain in ass," I retort as I begin undressing and tossing my dress aside, reaching for my night dress, slipping it on and collapsing on my bed. Ooh, it feels amazing.

"Mira, he defended your honor." Salina moves to blow out the lamp before climbing into her bed.

"And? I owe himself for that?" I roll over on my back, staring into the darkness. I recall Joshua Faraday's ruggedly handsome face. Damn. Now I think he is getting under my skin.

"No. But who knows if I would have been able to stop Cletus from...harming you."

"Salina, anybody could take on that sack of shit, Cletus. He's as dumb as a post."

"I don't know. He is a man, after all."

"Men are men," I retort, rolling back over and closing my eyes. "Cletus, Mr. Faraday, they're all the damn same. Aggravating, stupid and full of themselves."

"I bet Joshua Faraday isn't as bad as you think," Salina murmurs.

"Sorry," I reply, grinning, thankful for the cover of darkness. "I'm not much of a betting woman."

#chris pratt #the magnificent seven #love #joshua faraday #fun times #living life #good things #Whiskey and Sunsets- Part 1 #relationship #oc x canon #western

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minaramen · 2 years

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Gaku Yaotome - 16 Idol Album - Part 1: 16 Idol Album

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Kaoru:...and so, since the “Welcome to the kids room” project had great popularity, they want to hear your story again

Kaoru: They’re planning to go deeper on your childhood stories. I want to hear your opinion before deciding whether to accept the offer or not

Tenn:...you mean the renewal program for the 6th anniversary of Rabbity kun, right?

Gaku: Yeah, the one where we had to bring pictures from our childhood. There were pretty unexpected ones, it was an interesting project

Ryunosuke: Yes, I feel like we had as much fun as the fans in joining that project!

Kaoru: Well, I haven't gotten the details yet, but apparently now they want to discover the roots of your current selves by looking at an episode from your childhood

Kaoru: The roots of your current selves. When I come to think about it, I feel like the world can’t live without your participation

Tenn: We didn’t live as idols from the very beginning

Tenn: It must be something that makes people understand what we do to live as TRIGGER, and meet our fans

Tenn: If we have the chance to add this to last time’s content, count me in

Ryunosuke: If it’s okay with Tenn, I’d like to join!

Ryunosuke: They want to see our natural selves, not the three of us wrapped in cellophane

Gaku: So we’re being asked to add a memory to the picture we showed before, right?

Gaku: It’s fine with me. I think this is also the reason why my father took that picture of me

Kaoru: Okay, I can see a large consensus from you. Apparently Idolish7, Re:Vale and Zool will join the project as well. I’m expecting your stories to win over the others’!

Gaku: Of course, we won’t lose. We can count on the gap of a little slender Ryuu and a picnic version of Tenn, after all

Tenn: Me? How about the little version of such a grown man like you, falling down and getting injured? I think this is quite a nice gap as well

Ryunosuke: W-we’re still complimenting each other, right?

Kaoru: All your pictures were very child-like, indeed. I mean, you definitely weren’t riding a white horse…

Trigger: A white horse??

Ryunosuke: A-anyway…we need to properly think about what story to tell

Gaku: Yes. Especially you need to pay extra attention again, Tenn, since there’s Nanase as well

Tenn:.....I know. I’ll talk to Riku again

Tenn: How about you? Do you still remember why you fell down in detail?

Gaku: Shut up! Children can fall down in the middle of an empty space as well! It’s not that important!

Ryunosuke: Hey, don’t fight…!

Ryunosuke: I wonder if I will disappoint our fans, talking too much about such a common person…

Gaku: What are you talking about, Ryuu? I want to know more about the child you were and how he became the nice guy we know

Tenn: And I’m sure it’s the same for our fans. Everything will be alright, Ryuu. They love you just the way you are

Ryunosuke:....yes. There is a kind of invisible bond between us

Ryunosuke: I feel even more excited about this project!

Kaoru: Yes. We’ve always been helped by fans.

Kaoru: So, let’s get into this project!

Trigger: Yes!

*Cut to a dressing room*

???: Hey, what are you doing? Wandering around like that!

???: Wah..! D- don’t be so noisy…

Gaku *thinking*: What’s going on? They’re making quite the ruckus outside…

Gaku *thinking*: There’s still time before the recordings, I wonder if a staff member is coming to tell me something

???: Just get in, hurry!

???: Ah, wait! I should at least knock..

Gaku: These voices…

*Knock knock*

Gaku:..mpf. Yes, come in

*Door opens*

Tamaki: Yo, Gakkun! We came to say hi!

Sogo: I’m so glad to work with you, today. I’m looking forward to Yaotome san talking about his favorite food shops during the program

Gaku: Ah, I figured it was the two of you. I’m glad to have you here today as well

Tamaki: You figured?

Gaku: Yeah. I heard your voices pretty well

Sogo: I deeply apologize…! We were so inconsiderate, even though we were in front of the dressing room

Gaku: Ahah, don’t worry about that. It’s weird, though, I had the impression there was another person with you…

Haruka:....He-hello…

Tamaki: Wah! Isumin! What are you doing behind my back?!

Gaku: Ah, it was you. I’m glad to see you here today

Haruka: S-same…

Sogo: Haruka kun, you were walking back and forth in front of the dressing room. Did you also come here to say hi?

Haruka: I-I wasn't walking back and forth! I was just…waiting for the right moment!

Sogo: Oh, you were nervous. I understand how you feel, it was the same for me at first….

Gaku: I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal out of it! You too, Osaka. I’d tell you if I were busy, so don’t hesitate next time you have to knock on my door

Sogo&Haruka: T-thank you so much…!

Tamaki: Ahah, Isumin is turning into Sou chan

Tamaki: ….ah, Gakkun! What are you going to talk about, today?

Gaku: I want to introduce a Thai restaurant I got into recently. Apparently if we answer the quiz question right we get a free tasting, so let’s give it our best

Tamaki: What kind of Thai food?

Gaku: Khao Man Gai. I always eat Japanese food, but I got curious about that place and I decided to give it a try. And, well, it was definitely a good idea

Tamaki: Khao Man gai…sounds like a strong one!

Haruka: Ahahah, it sounds like a dinosaur’s name

Sogo: Khao Man Gai is a dish made with chicken and boiled rice

Tamaki: Ah, chicken! Is it good?

Gaku: It’s delicious! I could make it at home, but I’m too passionate about that shop’s amazing sauce now

Tamaki: Aah…you made me feel so hungry! I want to eeeeat!

Haruka: No matter how many times you repeat “I want to eeeeeat”; we still have to give the correct answers to get the food!

Tamaki: Ah, right. Give it your best, Isumin

Haruka: T-that’s something you should say to yourself, right?! The other day Izumi literally told you to properly study for the test!

Sogo: Aah..as expected, an all-night cram session probably wasn’t enough…

Gaku: Ahah, you seem to like each other. You’re schoolmates, right?

Tamaki: We’re classmates! But we like physical education more than studying. The other day we really went all out playing dodgeball!

Haruka: Ah, the class match? That was a very good one!

Sogo: You talked about it at the dormitory as well. You showed good team work with Iori kun and you led your team to victory

Tamaki: Humpf. The MVP was me

Haruka: Not true, it was me! It was me who hit the last two with the ball!

Tamaki:....but, if Iorin hadn’t caught the ball as it came towards him, we wouldn’t have been able to attack back

Haruka:....yeah, I guess you’re right

Gaku: Well, everybody was the ace. That’s cool

Sogo: You were pretty good at it too, in the project we did some time ago

Sogo: You caught every single ball, and you were very fast at throwing it back

Tamaki: You were very good at it too, Sou chan. I was freaking out at that faint you pulled

Sogo: Ah, yes, it’s something I did…since it was my first time playing that game, I wasn’t confident I could do a good job

Gaku: The first time? Didn’t you play it at school?

Sogo: I didn’t have lessons like that …We didn’t even play in the schoolyard during recess

Sogo: Did you play it often, Yaotome san?

Gaku: Yeah…I was a very mischievous boy. I used to take any match or competition I happened to face head on

Tamaki: You look like somebody who would remain on the battlefield until the very end! I bet you were the guy who never avoided a ball coming towards him, and caught them all!

Haruka: Yeah, the scary guy you’d always want in your team and never on the opposite one…

Gaku: Well, in the class next to mine there was a pretty good dodgeball player as well

Gaku: He had a technique where he'd throw the ball very far, spinning faster and faster, and when it hit you it hurt as hell. So, everybody avoided that guy

Haruka: Izumi often throws spinning balls. You can’t really understand where the ball will end up, so it's hard to catch it

Tamaki: Iorin has plenty of throwing techniques. He said he uses one or another depending on the opponent he has to take down

Tamaki: Did you also get hit, Gakkun?

Gaku: Well, running away is pretty humiliating, so I tried catching it every time

Gaku: Basically, it always ended in a fight to the death between me and that guy. How nostalgic…!

Sogo: Ah,I was sure of it…! You never give up, Yaotome san, you’re so cool! Just like the main character from Tamaki kun’s sport manga

Gaku: It’s nothing special. But yeah, I had the impression that even the athletic festival was nothing but a competition between us. No matter if it was boutaoshi* or a mock cavalry battle, it was always the same thing

Gaku: And I definitely didn’t want to lose, especially when it came to relay races. So, I always arranged meetings with the rest of the team to practice and lecture those who were bad at running

Haruka: Wow…you really took it seriously. Being lectured by Yaotome after school…

Gaku: I was busy, sure, but since I had so much fun I didn’t really mind. The most important thing to me was to not cut corners in a competition…

Gaku: Also, my father used to get angry and ask me “So, are you satisfied with second place??”

Tamaki: So your dad has always been so spartan, Gakkun?

Gaku:...I can’t say he was kind. Since I was a kid, whenever I fell down, he always told me “Get up by yourself” and never lent a hand

Haruka: Eeh, he'd treat a kid like that…?!

Gaku: Ahah, I bet you’re pretty shocked. Like, what kind of father is that?

Gaku: Even when I conquered first place he never told me “good boy”, he never stroked my head like the other parents did with their children…well, whatever, I don’t care

Tamaki: I see…it's not something one should take for granted, right? Having a father doesn’t necessarily mean he’ll be kind to you

Sogo&Haruka:..........

Gaku: Ah,sorry for bringing up such an awkward topic!

Gaku: I wasn’t a boy who yearned for compliments myself, so that’s okay. If I grew up as a spoiled kid I wouldn’t be the man I am today. I think I would have batted away any hand trying to stroke my head

Gaku: Back then, I used to sulk because damn, he could have used better words! Now, I think I kinda understand the reason why he said what he said. He was probably trying to raise me in his own way

Sogo: Coming to terms with your feelings must have been difficult, at that time…was it? I felt like there was nothing I could do, so I just gave up…

Gaku: What the heck are you talking about? You faced it together with your partner! You were very cool that day, at the radio!

Gaku: I managed to gain some confidence from your strength

Sogo:....Yaotome san….

Haruka:..that strength you’re talking about, I mean…how was it born?

Gaku: Nobody is born strong. It’s something I can talk only talk about after going through lot of things and overcoming them

Gaku:...in that sense, I could even say that my father trained me somehow

End of part 1

TL Notes:

Boutaoshi: a capture-the-flag-like game, which students play on sport days at school

#Idolish7 #idolish7translation #gaku yaotome #16idolalbum

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numinous-queer · 1 year

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When we began to prepare to foster a kiddo, I took a red yarn bracelet we got at a friend's wedding (referencing the long red thread of fate), and unraveled it to its three component threads. I braided them as tightly as I could - one strand for me, one for my wife, and one for the child we wanted to love. "Hope is a thing with feathers" I quoted to myself a day later, so I started to look for them on my daily walks with the dog. I collected big beautiful cardinal feathers as bright and passionate as my wife, glossy crow feathers full of corvid trickery and intelligence, and bluebird feathers for me, for the joy I wanted to feel.

The night we accepted Sola's placement in our home, I took the most beautiful feathers and wove them into a latticework in the thread - a modified witch's ladder. Every feather felt like a nail holding together the home we were building for her, and the life we wanted together. As she has been with us these 8+ months, I have continued to collect feathers - from the pond where she loves to watch the duckies, from goose feathers blown up to our very doorstep, to any scrap of anything that could have come from a bird. I was so desperate that I'd scramble to pick up any feather-shaped leaf or detritus on my walks, thinking I'd feel better if I could just add another feather to my collection. "Keep her happy, keep her safe, keep her with us" I said out loud into the dust of the garden shed every time I added a feather. (Oh God oh GOD keep her safe)

Last weekend, I buried the feathers in our backyard by a bench where I spent so much time crying as I worried about kiddo's future. There must have been hundreds of them collected since 2021. As I laid them out individually, I wept over them and tried to say goodbye to specific dreams I had of being Sola's father. I was going to bring her on a trip with my wife's parents to the beach this summer, with pony rides already scheduled. I was going to bring her to toddler gymnastics in July. I was going to make summer picnics our new tradition. I was going to collect pumpkins with her every year on her birthday. I was going to dance at her quinceañera. I was going to read The Hobbit out loud to her like my dad did for me. I was going to finally teach her to ride the tricycle her little legs were too short for. I was going to break the news that dinosaurs were extinct and we couldn't see them at the zoo. I was going to find kid concerts in the park for her, because ever since she started to talk she wants to sing her heart out. I was going to keep her safe and dedicate my entire life to making her laugh.

Her last day with us is going to be May 23rd, and it is the hardest thing in the world to pivot to pretending that I'm happy about this for her sake. She's 3.5, too little to understand, and takes her cues from us. If she sees us crying, she'll conclude that panicking is the right thing to do, and might even blame herself or think she did something wrong. My wife and I are essentially taking shifts putting on a brave face for her, and it's killing us slowly. It's working insofar as Sola seems in good spirits, and I'm just begging the universe that stays the case. We can't move the date or change this outcome, and now our most important job is to help her feel okay about this.

We don't know what will happen, but bio mom has indicated that she likes and trusts us and wants us to stay in the picture. Assuming her mom keeps in touch with us, my wife and I would like to become Auntie and Uncle figures to Sola. If we can babysit sometimes, maybe we can stay in her life and keep an eye on how she is. It may be possible to make some of my dreams for her happen, even if it's not as her Daddy. I'm going to have to hold onto that hope in the days and weeks to come.

Irl friends, please reach out to me if you can. After she's gone on the 23rd, I'm going to collapse in a pile and cry for a million years. I need to feel like there are people around who understand the depth of anguish we are feeling. Thank you to everyone who has already been helping me walk this road. @howdydowdy, I owe you everything; thank you for fielding so many hysterical phone calls. I'm so glad you got to meet her and see how special she is. Thank you ET for sharing my joy and my grief and my rage. You kept me sane by reminding me that I wasn't losing my mind, it was our circumstances that were outrageous. And thank you to everyone here who has reached out in solidarity as we entered parenthood the extra hard way. Together, you all got me to a place where I could help this child as much as I could and as long as I could. Now I just have to hope that it was enough.

#the kid #I'm safe #but that's about all I can promise right now #if anyone has experience finding a grief counselor please let me know #personal

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gayonetta95 · 2 years

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Henry Cavill X Male Reader Part 2 of ???

Title: The Broken soul with a shattered heart

Summary: Today is the day your "Picnic Date" with Henry happens. It's the day Both you and Henry truly know each other such as your interests, who you both are as a person........

*Henry and you make yalls way to the park a little picnic, Henry figured Pizza is the way to enjoy this day. Henry sets everything up and the day has officially begun

Y/N: when you said picnic, i was picturing us um well eating sandwiches

Henry: (smiling) i figured i changed things up a bit, make it our own special way

Y/N: (smiling and blushing) well i do love me some pizza so nice change up Cavill

*Both you and Henry sat and enjoyed eating pizza and just admiring the beautiful day. It wasn't a very hot day for summer instead it was quite fresh and cool. As both of you almost finished the three pizza boxes, Henry was now interested in getting to know you

Henry: so Y/N I've been meaning to ask you um well who are you as a person like where did you grow up and how was it like growing up where you were born

Y/N: oh um well i was born in (Y/N birth place) and i guess you can say growing up there was not easy at all, in other words it was actually stressful and traumatizing

Henry: oh, i see, what about your family...friends?

Y/N: my mom and sister stayed behind with the rest of my family such as my aunts,uncles,cousins and grandparents. For the moment i was the only that moved out because i just couldn't be there no more

Henry: i um...i noticed you didn't mention your dad, is he.....um you know....gone

Y/N: oh um no yeah um he's gone but not like "Gone" if you know what im saying

Henry: oh um....did he like....abandoned you guys

Y/N: (gulping) yeah he actually did, he left when i was jusy five

Henry: if you don't mind me asking, why did he???

Y/N: you could say it was....well actually it is my fault that he left

Henry: how so

Y/N: oh boy um...i really don't talk about it at all but maybe just maybe if i kept to myself he would have never left

Henry: how bad was it

Y/N: let's just say every father wishes for that day their son finally becomes a man and "conquers" all the girls heart...turns out plans never went accordingly to him

Henry: oh um i see....so um you're.....

Y/N: yup i am and as my father stated right before he left "the biggest mistake to ever been born" maybe just maybe if i kept it to myself my dad would have never left us...in a way i hate myself for it for opening up

Henry: you mention being where you were born was stressful and traumatizing

Y/N: growing up i never made friends, i was treated differently, everyone called me the freak or the abomination....you know I've always wanted to have friends to come over to my birthday party but i was always the outcast kid that would watch from his bedroom window and see my neighbors son's and daughters have friends over their birthday parties, i was always the one being bullied for being different.....you know i would always come home with bruises, the only time i ever catch a break was either on weekends or holidays but other than that it was a constant nightmare 24/7. So yeah my life....my childhood really sucked, do you want to know what's even more funny, i have tried numerous times taking my life but i guess i suck at that too considering im still here....pretty funny huh

*Henry was shocked to hear this from you about your life...your childhood. To Henry you seemed like someone who admires and loves life itself but in reality you are barely clingy to life....as Henry was prepared to say something he looked over at you only to see a tear drop coming down your left cheek as you stared at the grassland

Henry: listen if i had known about it i would have never asked, im really sorry with what you went through but im more sorry im made you relive your trauma

Y/N: (holding back the waterworks) no it's fine, you asked and i delivered. That's basically why moved from my hometown, i couldn't take it no more but that part will always be in me, there is no escaping from my childhood....it's just something i have to learn to deal with

Henry: (placing his hand on your shoulder) how about we forget about this conversation and switch it up....any games you like, PC or consoles maybe

Y/N: (smiling) well i currently play both the switch and XBOX

Henry: WHAT!!!! NO PC....

Y/N: (smiling) you're a PC person???

Henry: of course, always have and always will be

Y/N: i don't know, like PC never caught my eye i mean i have taught about it not like strongly thought about it

Henry: WOW, you truly are missing my friend, TRULY I SAY

Y/N: (sarcastically) oh no the fate of the world depends on it AAAAHHHH

Henry: ok um what about comics...DC or Marvel

Y/N: Honestly, i love both...i have no hate for either one of them but i will confess that DC needs to step up their game

Henry: ok last question and this will define our friendship....Superman or Batman

Y/N:.........Batman all the way

Henry:WHAT!!!!!!

Y/N: ok listen yes Superman is cool but i grew up watching the animated series of Batman and YES i was aware of the animated series of Superman BUT in my defense my mom always put on Batman for me AND got me only Batman related toys and comics

Henry: and here i thought you'd be team superman

Y/N: Guess you had me all wrong Mr.Kent

Henry:(smiling) well what say we make our way back home, looks like a strong rain is approaching

Y/N: agreed

*and with that both you Henry drove back home, as Henry was driving he could see how quiet you are along with a bit of sadness, both you and Henry finally arrived home but before you could get off, Henry had to make sure you are ok

Henry: Hey, are you ok, you seemed quiet the whole way back home

Y/N: yeah im fine really, i um i enjoyed our little picnic day.

Henry: listen i just want you to know that i um...i don't mind you being um....Gay

Y/N: no um yeah i um...i know

Henry: i mean it, i think you're perfect the you are and i honestly don't want you to change for anyone....like i said you are perfect the way you are

Y/N: even if im a mistake and a failure

Henry: well i don't see a mistake or a failure, all i see is beautiful person who happens to be a fighter and a survival...if im being honest im glad your attempts on taking your own life did not go as planned

Y/N: really?? How so

Henry: because i would have never met you and honestly you are the most wonderful person I've met and just know you are not alone...not anymore....you have your family that loves you for you and NOW......you have me

Y/N: thank you Henry, hearing that from someone besides my family feels good actually, again thank you

Henry: anytime but um while the rain calms down, i have one more question for you

Y/N: alright, shoot

Henry: in a relationship what role do you consider yourself the most

Y/N:( eyes widening and blushing)

Oh my....um well....i.....um well to keep it more PG i see myself as the little spoon in the relationship

Henry: oh, so you're a Bott....

Y/N: (Blushing) HENRY......PG......MY LORD

Henry:(laughing) fine to make it fair and even...since we are speaking PG, im a big spoon

Y/N: a top??? Wait a minu....so you're ga....

Henry: yup, why is that a surprise

Y/N: it's just you don't seem um well gay

Henry: well i am

Y/N: ok now I've got questions for you, have you ever been in a relationship....what's it like...i mean i don't know what it's like so i guess that im asking

Henry: oh, um i have been in a relationship about eight years ago but they only lasted a week or so

Y/N: really, how come

Henry: the ones I've dated didn't really care about me or who i am as person, they only cared about the popularity of dating a celeb and such and well i dumped them for it

Y/N: well you seem like a nice guy Henry and im really sorry they only cared for that

Henry: yeah, it's fine im just over it, um well what is it that you look for in a guy if you don't mind me asking

Y/N: what i look for in guy is someone who is respectful not just towards me but with my mom and the rest of my family, i also look for in a guy someone who enjoys having a great time, someone who makes me laugh 24/7 and also someone who just says the most corniest jokes ever...also someone romantice

Henry: that actually sounds very nice, i hope you find your dream guy one day

Y/N: thanks, i hope one day you find your person too Henry, i mean you also deserve to be and loved, hey listen i was planning to cook food tomorrow do you maybe want to come over and eat

Henry: I'd love that very much

*the rain has now come to an end, both you and Henry go to your own homes and prepare for the next day of spending time with one another

#henry cavill #henry cavill x male reader

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