#I wouldn't hesitate to sing along or dance to it

[luimagines]

I usually do this to Enno, but I’m coming after you today, Pinky. It’s a songfic (“Volví a Nacer” by Carlos Vives). Im too lazy to type out the entire song, so.. go ahead and listen to it where I typed the first line if you want. Enjoy :)

Warning: long ask

The chain was walking through Four’s hyrule when they fell through something that almost looked like a portal, but clearly wasn’t. It was actually a large minish gate that managed to shrink the entire traveling party, including you. The initial reaction of some of the group was to assume it was an attack of some kind, but the Smithy explained what happened. You listen as he rambles excitedly about the minish and how they’ve helped him on his adventures.

He trails off when he sees the decorations set up around the minish town, “Oh… oh no. Of all the days to be brought here, why now?”

“What’s wrong, Smithy?” The rancher asks.

Four is just about to reply when some of the minish, chittering with glee, start placing flower crowns on everyone’s heads.

“No.” He tells the gathering of minish firmly, “we’re not participating. Find someone else, please.”

The minish turn to each other and shrug. They don’t seem to much care. In the next moment, they’ve taken the rancher and run off with him.

Four sighs, “this is the ‘Festival of Candor.’ It’s a yearly event to help keep the magic that preserves them working. They sometimes will drag random people they sense are guarding a deep secret and force them to… sing about it.”

Warriors eyes him incredulously, “are you serious?”

“As the grave,” Four replies.

You feel a pit drop in your stomach. What if they make you sing about the growing crush you have on Twilight? Oh, who are you kidding? It’s well beyond the point of a crush now. What if they make you admit to being in love with him?! Through song?! Yeah… no thanks.

Twilight reappears suddenly. He’s on a stage holding a microphone of sorts and looking down at the crowd like he really doesn’t want to be there. Suddenly, one of the minish (who’s now speaking a language people other than Four can understand?) points at you and orders Twilight to sing about you. It comes with a cautionary warning, “sing only the truth, or else the entire town will be destroyed.”

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A quick glance at Four confirms for Twilight that it could actually happen. He swallows nervously. It seems he has no choice — he’ll have to sing. His brain starts to rush to come up with a way out of this dilemma. How can he do this without directly telling you how he feels?

As usual, he comes up with a solution quickly. He’s bilingual! Hyrule isn’t the only country that Ordon borders, so he speaks a second language that he’s never heard anyone else from the group speaking. Since you seem to also be from a hyrule, he’s pretty sure this will work. He picks a song — one that he frequently thinks of when he thinks of you — and begins to sing.

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“Puedo no roncar por las mañanas. Puedo trabajar de sol a sol.”

You blink in confusion. Is he… singing in Spanish? And you know this song. You definitely know this song. But… what?

Surely it couldn’t mean…

But as you watch him sing, he’s clearly singing to you. And he’s getting really into it. Like he means every word. But you don’t think he knows you speak Spanish, since he’s never given you any indication of romantic feelings before — not that you were observant enough to pick up on anyway.

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Twilight isn’t sure what possesses him to do this, but at some point during the song he gets down off the stage and comes over to you. He just wanted to be closer to you, he thinks. And the look of confusion on your face is funny. But as the final notes of the song fade away, he finds himself standing in your personal space as he looks down at you.

You quirk an eyebrow and look up at him, suddenly speaking the language he’d been convinced no one else present but him knew a moment ago, “¿Me amas? ¿En serio?”

He breaks. He’s a blushing, stuttering mess. All his bravado and confidence — that had had him dancing around the square and flirting hard enough to make you almost lose your composure and swoon — is suddenly gone. He is a Link, after all, you suppose.

“Rancher?” You gently call his name.

“I- yeah. ‘Spose there’s no point in hidin’ it now that I just spent the last couple of minutes singing about it, huh? I didn’t know you spoke Spanish.”

He pauses momentarily, “do uh.. do you feel the same? If not I’m perfectly happy to just keep being frie—“

He’s cut off by you getting up on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Yes.”

You swear his smile could light an entire room by itself with the way he lights up. He then lifts you up by your waist and spins you around before pulling you close to kiss you. Like something out of a movie.

- Glitter ✨

GLITTER

NO

AAAAHAHHHHHHHH

MY HEART

MY SOUL

MY LIFE

THIS WAS AN ATTEMPT ON MY LIFE

IF FOUR WAS EXPLAINING THE CONCEPT OF THE FESTIVAL WHY DID NOT HELP TWILIGHT AS HE WAS BEING KIDNAPPED?!

HELLO?!?!?! TEAM!?!?!? THEY JUST WATCHED!?!?!?

[notherpuppet]

I wrote the full parody to Ready For This in the Role Reversal AU because I wanted to lol.

Transcription below.

Ready For This (Role Reversal AU parody)

Alastor: Have you ever wanted something
That was so clear in your mind that you could taste it?

Susan: You mean like ice cream you get for a friend?

Alastor: Ha! No.
It's a feeling like a rumbling in your gut
That you could finally be faced with
A million greedy faces, I guess what I mean to say is

For the first time in my life
I might have to be ready for this
Ready to be the one who's leading from the front

Couldn’t do it on my own
And history has shown
Legends cannot win wars alone

The burden is a bit too heavy
So I need to be ready for this

Have you ever felt like you're willing to kill
To save the people on your own team?

Susan: I don’t know, seems a bit extreme…

Alastor: Not to me!
'Cause right now, we need a leader
And it seems to be that
Charlie is forcing me to be that
because she’s pissy

So who's with me?

Wouldn't it just be swell to see more of Hell?
Join up now if you like travel
Come on girls, prepare for battle!
Lotta sights to see en route to the hotel
Not to mention all of the glory!

Yes indeed, your enemies will cower

And heads will be severed!

Charlie: You’ll make a bunch of brand new friends!

Alastor: Whatever.

Exorcists: New friends!?
I'm in
Oh whoa
I’m so lonely

It's time now to act
They're on the attack
When they move to strike
Just know we’ve got your back!

We'll follow your lead
We're eager to see
everyone we meet
On the hellish retreat!

From this moment on, you can count us in
To be organized and disciplined

Our thirst for justice
keeps us strong, fierce, and brave
So I say, "Ho hey! Let’s join in his crusade!"

Alastor: Now thats the spirit! Can we amp it up?
Vaggie: Oh, don’t mind their hesitation, that’s just their new inclination


Alastor: But I can awaken their bloodlust!
Vaggie: Careful, kid. Don’t push your luck!

Alastor: Fair enough…

Alastor and Vaggie: We're super duper grateful
To have you gals aboard

Exorcists: We can’t wait to hug an overlord! (Alastor: Yeah, sure...)

Alastor: For the first time in my life
Maybe I can be ready for this
I can be the marshal leading the parade

I can come into my own
And I think I've always known
My destiny could never be postponed

When they come for the hotel

I’ll give em hell cuz I’m ready for this!

Vaggie: They're dancing along?
They're singing his song!?
Charlie: Surprised?
Why, I knew he could do it all along!

Charlie and Vaggie: He’s bound to be redeemed, the dream has a chance!
Though he seemed hopeless at first glance…

Charlie: He’s filled with potential that I could guide!
Vaggie: Fine, I’m in.

Charlie and Vaggie: Stick with him, he will surely see the light!

All: For the first time in our lives
We know that we are ready for this

Vaggie: We’ll show them we can forgive and forget!

All: It's time to lend a hand

Alastor: It is time to take a stand! (Exorcists: Woohoo!)
Against overlords and their deadly threat!

All: We can provide your support
The time has come to stop a war
Defend your home, we're ready for...
THIS!

Alastor: I really hope that they’re ready for this...

[oh-katsuki]

a little zombie apocalypse katsuki!au drabble. my twd rewatch is giving me many thoughts...

cw: apocalypse au, reader is alone, mentions of death, implications of child death, grief mentions, reader is described as a "little thing" but that's more just the way katsuki talks, katsuki is a little gruff but he means well, guns, weapons, general apocalypse thoughts, mentions of zombies but we follow the "never call them a zombie" rule, katsuki and reader meeting for the first time, etc

the light of your fire is dim, embers burning low as you sit in a foldable chair beside it. you've got a metal spatula in your hand. you're not sure why you grabbed it when things went to shit, but panic does weird things to the mind. this, along with a few other oddities, are all you managed to take from your house when the world fell to ruin. everything else are things scavenged along the way or from people you'd met, joined, and lost.

the night is near silent and trees creak and crack like the hulls of great ships under heavy pressure, but the birds don't sing and nothing in the crowded wood you're taking shelter in makes a sound. well, except for you and the gentle crackle of your fire.

your head is on a swivel. it has been for months. ever since the outbreak, ever since the dead rose and began consuming and infecting the living, you've kept watch. a paranoid, never ending cycle that you suppose—if left on your own—will burn itself out. you swallow thick and return your attention to the fire, watching the tree line just in front of you for any hint of movement or monsters.

a branch cracks just behind you. a swift sound, followed by rapid footsteps. you stand, quickly turning your head, only to see a a figure a few feet away from you. they move quickly and the dancing light of the fire obscures their features from view. their eyes, most importantly. you can always tell if someone is dead or alive based on their eyes. in this light, should this stranger have that milky white film over them, you wouldn't be able to tell.

you make a small noise, something between a whimper and a shout, as the person comes to a stop in front of you and holds a gun directly between your eyes. the living. this person is alive. you're not sure at this point if encountering one of the dead would have been worse.

"drop your weapon," he says in a hurried voice. it's aggressive and threatening. it comes from deep in his chest.

you raise your shaky hands to your head quickly at the order, screwing your eyes shut as if looking in theirs would be a cause for attack.

"i-it's not a weapon!" you shout, voice cracking. "it's- it's a sp-spatula. it's a spatula."

the words are rushed and heavy, fear seizing your chest as you look down the barrel of the gun. the firelight glints off of it and you can make out the person behind the barrel's features. he's big, blonde under the grime, you think. a man. not the best thing to encounter alone at night in times like these.

you see him hesitate for a moment, eyes darting between you and the silver kitchen item in your hand. you drop it quickly.

"do you have a weapon on you?" he questions, voice a little less urgent.

you shake your head in response and then shakily look beside the chair. there's a knife there and a pistol with no bullets. you're a poor shot and you'd run out of ammo the previous week. he glances to it, the gun still raised at you, and sidesteps to grab them. when he does, he cautiously lowers the weapon. you start to lower your trembling hands.

then, as if struck by some realization, the man stomps towards the fire and you jump as he does.

"the fuck are you doing lighting a fire?" he says angrily. "those things may be dead, but they can still fuckin' see. that's a good way to get yourself killed."

he stomps out the fire as he talks, urgently stamping out what's left of the low-burning logs.

"i- i didn't think there were many in the area," you justify, furrowing your eyebrows as you step away from him.

"and that's a risk you want to take?" he says indignantly. you wonder briefly what business he has worrying about you.

"what do you want?" you snap, "my food? weapons? life? what is it?"

the man scoffs, "jesus, none of that."

you narrow your eyes and take a step back.

"not all people who camp out in the woods are good," he says. "but i sure as shit didn't expect to find some little thing like you alone lighting a damn fire. stupid."

"there were more," you say indignantly, like somehow that makes it better. "force of habit, i guess."

the man pauses for a moment as understanding passes between the two of you. it's a relatable feeling. everyone has lost someone now. you just happened to lose everyone.

"got a name?" he asks.

you hesitate in giving it to him before deciding what it could hurt. the man nods as if he likes the sound of it.

"i'm katsuki," he furrows his eyebrows. "you're alone?"

you nod, swallowing down the grief that pushes at your throat.

"wasn't always," you respond, "but yeah. now i am."

he nods his understanding.

"come with me."

"where?" you say instinctively, a defensive edge to your voice. katsuki looks at you like your stupid, or maybe it's pity, like you're a wounded animal. probably both.

"where the fuck do you think?" he retorts. "we've got a camp a little ways from here. i saw your fire from one of the watch posts we have stationed around the place."

you look at him like he's a little crazy for even thinking to bring you there.

he scoffs and rolls his head over his shoulder. "look, we've got men and women," then he pauses, "used to have children. we're not gonna hurt you. world's gone to shit, do you really wanna keep at it alone?"

he's probably right. you've been alone for weeks now, exhausted for longer, and though your common sense tells you not to go off with a strange man in this kind of world, the promise of community is far too tempting. you nod and glance back to your camp. a measly collection of supplies.

"we'll come back for it when it's light," he says. "i don't know about you, but i'd rather not spend longer in these dark ass woods than i have to."

"okay," you say. the presence of another person both sets you on edge and makes you feel the fatigue even more. a gun's barrel on your nose followed by the promise of safety and you're going with him? you must be stupider than a horror movie protagonist. "do you take in a lot of strays?"

katsuki looks over his shoulder and you think you see him smile a little at the phrase.

"if that's what you want to call it," he says begrudgingly. "me less than the rest." then, with a softer tone of voice, barely noticeable with the quiet whisper you both have been speaking at. "i'm sure the others won't mind one more."

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Finally Mine-Luke Patterson

(not my gif)

A/n: Thank you so much for asking for part 2. I hope you like this one just as much as you liked the first one. 

Taglist: @mallory69

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was watching Julie on stage, when I saw the guys popping in. I felt myself smile until I noticed Luke having trouble. I grew nervous just watching him until I heard his voice. " I'm going out of my mind!" 

I was cheering them on from the crowd. I noticed Luke glancing my way a couple of times, which made me blush. I knew I shouldn't be nervous with him looking over at me, but I am. I was having the best time dancing and singing along. 

Once the show ended I felt a wave of sadness because I knew Luke, Reggie and Alex left for good. I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around to find my dad. 

" Let's go find your sister." he said 

I smiled a little and nodded kind of zoned out since all I could think about was Luke right now. I followed behind my brother still thinking about how we didn't get a proper good-bye. 

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When we found Julie I couldn't help but run over to her. "Omg! You did amazing on that stage." I said while wrapping my arms around her. She chuckled a little and thanked me. She then hugged everyone else while I stood back to get ready to leave. 

Julie's POV

After the hugs I could tell Y/n/n was thinking about the boys as much as I was. I knew she was feeling down for not getting to say good-bye. 

I waited until the three other members of our family was in front of us before I linked our arms to comfort her. She just gave me a smile before holding my arm a little tighter. 

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We all were singing on the way to the front door until I paused looking over at the studio. " I'll be inside in a little bit." I told them

They nodded, but before she could sneak away I grabbed her wrist. "You want to come with me." I asked hopeful 

She looked over at me and I could tell she was hurting. " I can't walk in there, I'm sorry." She pulled her wrist out of my grip and rushed inside. I let out a deep sigh feeling bad for her. I just wish I could help her, but I know she just needs time to heal. 

I then decided to go to the studio to go and talk even though they're gone now. As I was talking I heard a grunt so I immediately flicked the light on to find all three of them on the ground in pain. I felt overwhelmed with sadness. I kept telling them to go since they did their unfinished business. 

Your POVI left Julie outside to immediately rush inside to my room to let my emotions out. I closed the door and crumbled to the ground not having the energy to stand anymore. This felt like the worst pain ever and I didn't like it. 

Julie's POV

I could feel tears falling down my face and when Luke went in for a hug my brain forgot that it wouldn't work, but what shocked me was that I could feel him. I pulled away and saw that he was glowing so I called...

" Alex, Reggie!" which made the both of them come over to me and we all did a group hug. We then started to jump around in a circle making me laugh. 

We then pulled away to find their marks that they got from the club were disappearing. " Julie, where's your sister?" Luke questioned 

I totally forgot about her. I looked over at the three of them. " She went to her room. She is pretty devastated because she thinks you guys are gone." I explained, but right after I finished Luke disappeared. I glanced at the other two confused where they looked more concerned. 

Luke's POV

I popped into her room feeling my heart break from the sight in front of me. I was super hesitant to walk over to her. I didn't want to startle her in any way. I quietly walked over, " Y/n/n...." I softly questioned 

I could see her freeze. " You're not real, it's not real." she mumbled 

I was now behind her. I gently tapped her shoulder making her jump. She stood up and spun around. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I went to ask her something, but she immediately started spitting words out. She was making it hard to answer them so I softly placed my hands on her shoulders. " How...how?" She questioned 

I looked amazed again. " I'm honestly not sure myself, but I'm right here." I whispered 

She started crying again making me nervous not knowing what to do. " Hey, hey, it's okay." I whispered, wiping her tears. I smiled some when she calmed down and then admitted. 

" I heard the song you sang to Julie." 

She immediately started blushing, making me laugh. " You were not supposed to hear that." She whispered 

I pulled her into a hug. " It's okay cause I actually really liked the song. I whispered 

Your POV

I couldn't believe I had my arms around Luke. This felt like a dream to me. He rubbed my back some. " What's on your mind?" he questioned 

I pulled away, " Just how all this is real. It feels like a dream." I whispered 

He smiled, " Well I'm here plus I'm still in my clothes from performing." He stated 

I nodded, " Luke about the song..." he interrupted me

He placed both his hands on my face. " Your song was amazing, plus no one's ever written me a song before." He said 

I blushed at his words and got lost in his eyes. I saw him lean in which made me nervous. " Is this okay?" he whispered only like an inch from my lips. 

I took a deep breath to get rid of the nerves. I then nodded, but he automatically said...

" Use your words Y/n/n." 

I immediately folded and whispered, " Yes it's okay." 

He then smiled and closed the gap. Feeling his lips on mine is making me get dizzy. He pulled away, but kept his forehead on mine. " How was that?" he whispered 

" Amazing." I mumbled 

He smiled down at me before kissing me again. All I'm saying is I could get used to the feeling of his lips. 

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I hope you once again enjoy and I made her as Julie's sister not sure if I had her as one. Plus she's older than Julie by the way, so feel free to comment or request anything. Thank you guys for all the love and support. 

-Samantha

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

Don't care if it sounds cold. It is, what it is.

Bucky x POC!Reader, Ex!Steve x POC!Reader

Wordcount: 1394

Summary:

Steve returns 3 years after he left for the past. Wanting the life he had with you before back without consequence. Too bad you’ve moved on with someone he least expected.

Warnings:

Angst and Feels, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Steve Rogers Feels, Hurt Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Exes, Sad and Sweet, Sweet Bucky Barnes, Moving On, Lovers to Friends, Friends to Lovers, Abandonment, Domestic Avengers

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Woke up feeling angsty, with a mighty need to finish this dialogue heavy drabble I started last week. Happy reading!

You’re preparing lunch in your modest kitchen, singing and dancing along to the music flowing from your bluetooth speaker, when there’s a knock on the door. Knowing Bucky can easily hear it and you're currently preoccupied you leave him the task of answering it. You listen to the door opening and murmurs of speech for a couple moments before it closes again and two sets of footsteps can be heard heading your way.

“Sam, what have I told you about at least texting before you come over.” You look up from the island, expecting to find a grinning Falcon before you but are caught off guard by the imposing form standing under the archway. “Steven?”

“Hey, doll.” He takes a step forward as you close your eyes, shaking your head to relieve you from the vivid hallucination that is taking up space in your home. It isn’t until Bucky places his cool metal hand on top of yours, giving it a squeeze, that you dare to open them again. 

“What are you doing here? And most importantly why ? You went after your happily ever after. You shouldn't be here.”  You blurt out, disbelief showing on your face. Bucky without hesitation makes his way to your side of the island, showing his support and making sure to be within arms reach if you need him. 

“It wasn’t quite as happy as I imagined it would be.” You watch his adams apple bob as he swallows. “All I wanted for so long was to have a do over with Peggy. So the first chance I had to fulfill that dream, I took it.” He places his hands on the island. “It was good at the beginning, but I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He locks eyes with you. “We barely spent any time together after a while. She was always working. Trying to better the world, leaving me alone with my memories of you. I found myself seeking out pieces of you in her. They always fell short. No one loved me like you. I wanted that back. So I decided I needed to come home.”

You take a deep breath to calm yourself, tears brimming your eyes as you hand Steve a dose of painful truths. "What we had was special Steven. I'll admit that. But it wasn't enough for you. I wasnt enough for you. Your head was always full of the what ifs. Your heart was never fully mine to begin with. I thought that as time went on, that my portion was growing in size. How wrong was I to believe such things.” A lone tear falls from your eyes. 

“I'm a firm believer of actions speaking louder than words. You leaving me behind for a chance with her that day was all the reality I needed. It broke me. You broke me. Honestly if it weren't for Bucky, Sam and Clint’s family I don’t think I would have had the will to endure all that pain. I wanted the ground to swallow me up. I wanted to not exist so I wouldn't have to feel the pain of being abandoned for a ghost of your past. I was real, Steve. I was there. I gave you the pieces of me I hadn't shared with anyone else before and you took all of that for granted. And now you're back and expect that love to still remain intact.” 

Your heartache seeps through your words, coating it in poisonous barbs, to protect what remains of the vulnerable organ. Bucky, your lover and loyal protector, moves in closer, wrapping his flesh arm around your waist, grounding you. “You have got to be kidding me. Even if I wasnt with Bucky, I wouldn’t take you back. Not after 3 years and having to rebuild myself. My standards have changed and you don’t meet them anymore.”

It’s as if your words delivered a swift punch to the gut for him as he lashes out with vitriol lacing his tongue. “And he does? My best friend. I always knew you had feelings for her. You couldn't wait to swoop in as soon as I was gone could you.” He has a white knuckle grip on the marble as he stares down the man he’s always trusted with his life.

Bucky just nods his head in disbelief as he replies. “I'm the bad guy, Steve, really?” He pulls you in closer to his side, done with the niceties. “If you must know. We didn't even broach anything near romantic until almost a year after you left us BOTH behind.” 

He clenches his jaw as he gets that possessive glint in his eyes and you know he’s not going to hold back. “When it finally happened, a natural progression if you will, there was no turning back. She became mine, as I became hers. It was fucking magical. She always came for me. On my fingers. On my tongue. Clamped tight around my cock like a vice. Squeezing the life out of me.” He husks, ghosting his metal fingers across your collarbone. “I helped her forget about the pain you caused when you left her behind for the past. I gave her an outlet for that agony. We sank into the darkness of our loneliness together. Don’t tell me that didnt mean something. Don’t be that daft Rogers. Our love for each other is bone deep.”

Steve stares at the both of you, a loss for words.

“Mama” comes over the monitor sitting behind you on the counter. You turn to see your daughter standing in her crib having woken from her nap. She continues on trying to get your attention, “Mama”, “Dada” the only words you can make out from the babble.

“I’ll get her.” Bucky kisses your temple and proceeds down the hall.

“You have a baby?” Steve chokes. “How old?”

“She’s 15 months old.” You state.

“So, she’s not mine.” He whispers out.

“Not a chance pal. She’s all mine.” Bucky beams as he walks back into the kitchen, your daughter Amara on his hip.

“You never wanted kids with me Steve. Certainly not towards the end. Why would you think she was yours?” You ask.

“Wishful thinking I guess.” He looks over at the sweet cherub face cuddling up against her fathers chest. “She’s beautiful.”

“Bug, want to say hello?” Bucky asks his daughter, a hand running up and down her back.

The toddler eyes Steve and squeaks out a “Hi.”

“Hello sweetness. You look just like your Mama, but with your Dada’s eyes. Such a lucky girl.” You watch as his shoulders slump. “I screwed up royally. I acted before thinking, once again, and look at what it cost me. Everything I ever really wanted was always right here with you and now I’m going to have to watch it from the sidelines instead of being the one to share them with you.” A lone tear rolls down his cheek. 

He wipes it away. “I know it’s not much, especially now. But for what it’s worth, I’m Sorry. Truly and deeply.”

“I know you are Steve.” You reassure him.

“We both do.” Bucky adds.

“I don’t hold it against you, ya know.” You impart, placing a hand on his. “If you didn't put me through all of that pain I never would have ended up here, with a life I never could have dreamt of. It’s not perfect, but that’s the point. It works for us and we’re happy. This home is full of so much love and communication. I had to be knocked down to know what I really needed in life. The things I wouldn't settle for. The things I deserved. I hope you can find that one day Steve. I really do.”

“Thanks, doll. I’m pretty sure that ship has officially sailed for me though.” He straightens himself out, Captain persona put back in place.

You give Bucky a look as he places Amara in her highchair. You can’t leave Steve in this state. No matter the pain he caused all of you, there is still love in your heart for him. “Stevie, would you like to stay for lunch?”

“I know Bug would love to get to know her Uncle Stevie.” Bucky states.

You watch a small smile emerge on his face. “I would enjoy that very much.”

[petrova121]

Leave your worries at the door….please and thank you!

“Be careful”

-Part 1 -Part 2

TW-violence, threats, smut, fights, blood,etc

Song-Back to black by Amy Winehouse

Enemies to lovers

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

- Klaus needs help getting a witch on his side for the purpose of wolfsbane, which was running low. The best idea coming into mind bringing along Elijah as ... .a form of reinforcement.but things do always take there turns

-Hey guys just a btw I’m still new to all this stuff so bear with me!

At least to say she did not sleep well that night, the rain was pounding. Her dressing room walls for a matter of fact weren’t helping. The cheap wooden material the walls were made out of was sure to break sooner or later, she was sure of it. “God damn Mikaelsons” she muttered tired and her eyes fell into a dump slumber.

In the little makeshift club, Klaus played poker with the owner, his old friend Smith. Smith had known Klaus back in the late 30s, after Klaus had turned him, taking pity on the old man in the state he was in. “So back to cause trouble eh?”Smith said putting down his cards to show a full house a full house. Klaus laughed a little, “No, no ... .well maybe but I’ll be forward with you, I am in dire need of more information about your little witch sensation Y/n” Klaus said still acting to consider putting his cards down. Smith smirked, he was sure he had won the game when he saw Klaus hesitate, he did win, Klaus had two cards and lost.

“Well, what about her? She's a show-stopping natural who gets my money flowing in” Smith said shrugging and glancing over to Elijah who was watching the storm outside from the small window but still intently listening.

“How did she end up working here? To what degree is her power as a witch? Most importantly how are we to trust she has a good flow ... .of wolfsbane” Elijah said his voice carrying out through the dimly lit room. Smith scoffed, in his mind, Y/n was nothing more than a girl who had a few connections and could do a couple of tricks with her magic but he did enough a lot about her past.

“Where to start, she left home when she high school finished early and didn't want a part of her father's life anymore even though she loved him, her father was a hunter. hunted vampires, werewolves, and even witches he deemed a threat. Her father had this moral code, or more like a stick up his ass” Smith said, grabbing a couple more hundred and throwing them on the table. “I think you two would get along Elijah,” Klaus said smirking, digging in his wallet for more to gamble on. He could always get more anyway. Elijah internally gave the biggest eye roll. “As for Y/n she had a knack for dancing and singing I let her join. Well for her dear father his moral code got him much respect, you would know a lot about that noble ass but...unlike you, he wasn't immortal. Unfortunately, he met his match. That was for sure the man well ... had a bloody end and I mean that in every way possible.” Smith said, shaking his head, his eyes full of pity. “That young woman, the witch you are currently preying on, was left with a very broken heart, her father was everything to her and he left her with everything. The house, the weapons he left behind, and loads of vervain and wolfsbane. But I suppose you could say she also has a sense of moral code drawn from fear. She stays away from all these things related to the supernatural world afraid she will meet the same end as her father. As for her power, she isn't the most skilled and does know a few things here and there to make sure she's safe ”Smith said and put down another full house beating Klaus again. A wide grin went across the old man's face, he loved winning. “There's more to the story but I wouldn't know she doesn't talk as much as I am making her to be,” Smith said, grabbing the cash he won, and stuffing it into a jar. Klaus didn’t care much about her backstory or the fact he lost about a thousand dollars to this stingy man. he needed to know her weak points and he could later on use her father against her Klaus hoped.

Elijah listened to the revelation, a flicker of pity went across his face for the woman, it outshined his annoyance a bit.Although Elijah knew that his brother would use this against her, he knew it was necessary. “How long since the man’s death?” Elijah asked, turning to look at both of them. Smith thought about it for a second tapping a finger to his chin. “6 years ago” Smith said, getting his cane. Fair enough time for her to process it, but yet again everyone was different Elijah thought. It wasn't enough to truly feel bad for her though, she was just another witch, right?

The next few days Y/n was on edge and didn’t know how she was going to get back home. Her fears were too strong to go alone. She couldn’t do it; she needed someone but everyone she called was picking up so she resorted to asking her boss, Smith. Back years ago he had helped intentionally to pack up some things and he wasn't the best person ever but she could deal with it she told herself. After the performance, she went to his back office. Which smells worse than the place itself. He was sitting counting the money he made from that night putting it in 15 different piles for the 15 different performers. “What” he said, his voice gruff.

“I’m assuming that hybrid tyrant came and spoke with you,” She said. She entered the room fully and closed the door. “He did, what about it?” Smith said, his eyes not once daring to get a glance up. “I need to ask a favor. I need someone to go up with me to my father's old estate, I can't go alone, I was praying that you could,” She said. There was a shear of uncertainty in her voice, she could almost feel the no coming out of his mouth.

“Not a chance,” He said, annoyed. “I don't have time and with you going on leave for a week I need to find someone to replace your ass, you think I'm just up and available just cause a vampire is threatening your life? Get.in.line his presence is threatening everyone” Smith said annoyed and maybe even pissed off. She frowned, she knew he was a rude old man, what more could she expect? “Then who the hell am I to ask?” she said

“Not my problem”

“It is your problem because he isn't just going to kill me he's going to kill you too if he realizes you didn’t help me” She spat back at him.

He finally looked up, he looked lifeless in his eyes. She could tell his jaw was clenching.

“Fine” he gritted out.“Talk to his brother, the noble guy”

An even bigger frown grew on her face. Elijah, she didn’t like him and she sure as hell if she had any other choice was going to spend a total of 7 hours back and forth from her dad's house. Maybe she hated his power, maybe his stupidly attractive face but it didn't matter.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding after a long moment of silence

“Where can I find him?” she asked.

“You familiar with the French Quarter?” he asked, leaning back in his seat. “Great,” she thought to herself. This family was more of a pain in her ass than she could think, from where the club was it was a good 20-minute drive. “Yes,” she said annoyed

“There's a bar right across from it, you’ll catch him there around 7..and if you're lucky, maybe even 6:30!” he said with fake enthusiasm, and then within seconds a huge frown

“Get out!”

She left and slammed his door shut with anger. The next following days she was now packing her bags and getting ready to confront the man who had his head way too far up his ass. “Where are you heading off to?” Rory said. She was leaning on Y/n’s door frame as she caught her packing up.

“What's it to you?” she said

“Well, you seemed mad when you left Smith's office the other day can’t help but think, are you finally fired?” Rory asked, a big smirk plastered on her face. Y/n was annoyed, of course, Rory wanted her fired, and then her competition would be gone. “Never knew you were this greedy Rory, and here I thought you just suck off the audience for more cash and I mean that in every SENSE,” Y/n said getting her last bag and turning around with a neutral face

“Whatever you say, your time is running up and I'm not the only one who knows that,” Rory said, her smirk not flattering. It was clear that Rory knew something that she didn’t. Was Y/n going to get fired? Did she hear the Mikaelsons talking to her? All questions that Y/n quickly kicked out of her head. She had one goal right now, it was not to entertain Rory and her endless shenanigans.

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After basically speeding her way through the streets she made it back to the heart of New Orleans. She quickly parked and got out rushing to make sure she wouldn’t miss the original. Like Smith said he was in a corner drinking some fancy drink. Elijah had seen her before she even walked in. He was curious to see what she wanted. “Well Mr.Mikaelson unfortunately we have to meet again,” She said sitting across from him. “What do I owe for pleasure?” He said putting the drink down, licking his lips slightly from the remains of the liquor. “Your brother is desperate for Wolfsbane right or did I miss it when my life was threatened?” she said, clamping her hands together. She was giving him a pointed look which amused him further.

“Well yes, he is, now why are you here? I am going to make this clear. I am not one for negotiations, miss Y/l/n” Elijah said, his voice firm. Elijah stared right at her. He didn’t like how unreliable she was being at the moment, and it was causing him to think twice about why he even gave her his word. He also couldn't ignore the fact he would talk about bargaining with her for how undeniably gorgeous she looked at the moment. “I’m here to ask if you will come with me to my house,” She said getting to the point. She was already pretty nervous about it but put on a brave face. Elijah smirked, finding his entryway into a little teasing and fun.

“So straight forward” Elijah teased. Y/n realized what he was insinuating and got annoyed, like very annoyed. It was shown all over her face. Of course this man of cocky enough to assume that.

“No, I don't want you 6 feet near me or my bed if I had a choice by “my house ". I mean my dad's old home, that's where the wolfsbane is and I can't go alone. Let's just say my dad had a lot of enemies that didn’t like him and naturally they don't like me.” She explained to him lying through her teeth. Her dad probably killed every single enemy he had before he met his fate.

“Bold of you to assume what's what I meant,” Elijah said, the smirk growing wider.

“But I do have to ask why me? Don’t you have someone else?” Elijah asked, and this time he was sincere about it. He knew she was lying but decided not to tell her yet. He wanted to see how this would play out but from her point of view, it still looked like by his face he was playing with her. She couldn’t decide between smacking him or kissing him, out of anger.

“Because I have no one else I can trust at this moment and let's just say the person I did go to gave me what he says is a wake-up call,” She said and sighed “Will you do it or not?” She asked. Elijah looked at her, in his mind he was thinking of all the ways this little witch could surely stab him in the back, and take advantage of the situation but on the other hand, he could do the same to her. “How far is the drive?” he asked, tapping his finger on the glass.

“7 hours back and forth,” she said. Not too bad” Elijah thought, though the car ride could go two ways. She could be a pain in the ass or just quiet. He was hoping for quiet. “Well, I suppose I can dwell on it, how about this if I decide to go with you I'll be here tomorrow at 6 in the morning waiting outside this very bar. ” He said, leaning in his chair. "What do you mean to dwell on it?" she asked. "I mean think about it, it might not have occurred to you but I have responsibilities waiting for me, and the person that needs my most protection at the moment," Elijah said, he hadn't forgotten about Hayley for a moment. "Ohh, I get it you're looking after that girl who's carrying the miracle baby," Y/n said it all coming together. "Why? she's not your responsibility."She said, now crossing her arms. Elijah's eyes narrowed slightly. "She is, I made it my duty," Elijah said, getting another sip of the drink. "Why are-" she cut herself off. She didn't want to know why, she didn't need to know either. "Fine, think about it if you will," she said, slightly mocking his accent and getting up. He then did the same and straightened his cuffs to the suit. She got up to leave and he grabbed her wrist right before. “Do let me make one thing clear with you, I am being very cooperative at the moment. I wouldn’t see this type of mercy from my brother. I do encourage you not to try playing any games with me when it comes to well-being if I do go on this little trip of yours because it won’t be good for you” Elijah warned stepping closer to her. Her heart was starting to pound. “I can’t even put a scratch on you. How stupid do you think I am?” she asked in a hushed tone. She could see a few eyes from the bar staring at them. “You’d be amazed at how many idiots walk this earth,” Elijah said smugly. He let go of her, letting her get her bag.

“6 AM, I won't be late. I hope you do show up,” she gritted through her teeth. turning around and walking away out of the bar. Elijah got up and followed her. It felt like freedom when she took in the fresh cold air outside. Until she realized he was behind her. “And I am most certain we will meet again” Elijah said behind her and when she turned to look he was gone. She cursed under her breath and walked off.

“Be careful” she could hear whispering as she was walking but no one was there. She knew it wasn’t Elijah, it was those goddamn ancestors

[artificial-transmutations]

Getting into the song

"Oh! My! God!" Evan cried out in amazement over the whirring of fans. Him and his lifelong friend Joel were in Evans basement room, reviving the tradition of their yearly LAN party after a hiatus of several years.

Of course, there was no real need for physical presence anymore, now that internet connections were stable and cheap enough. Still, Evan was a bit of a traditionalist and had begged his best friend until he had finally caved. They had already played for one and a half day, and currently, both nerds were tired and taking a break, surfing the internet.

Joel, the way bigger one of them both, turned around with his hand in the bag of chips and looked at him quizzically.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Starblush is releasing a new album next month!" Evan said excitedly.

"Star...blush" Joel repeated. "That's some kind of band I suppose?"

Evan frowned. "It's not 'some kind of band'. It's *the* very best band on earth!"

Joel had quickly googled the name and rolled his eyes.

"Oh god, I think I remember. Is that this Japanese boyband you're so obsessed about? With that idiot front man?"

"Komori Yoshitora" came the answer at once. "And he is not an idiot, he is just the most wonderful man - on. Earth. He has such a good voice, and his lyrics touch your heart, and..."

"Ookay." Joel raised his arms, with some crumbs falling to the floor in the process. "I admit I overlooked something very important in my opinion. That you are obviously utterly and deeply in love with that guy. Seriously, do you think he writes those songs himself? I wouldn't even count on him singing himself. It's a fricking boyband. The target audience are 12 year old girls!"

Evan was slowly getting agitated. "It doesn't matter if he writes the songs himself. He sings them, yes, no playback, and he just gives the words so much... soul! Why would I care about the target audience? Also, I'm not gay, but that guy is so ridiculously good looking that I would give him a blowjob any day."

Evan turned up his speakers and went to YouTube. "Here, I'm gonna show you one of their tracks. Once you heard it, you are going to love it, I'm sure!"

With that, he started a music video featuring the charismatic Japanese lead singer along with the rest of his boyband, singing a Japanese pop song on stage.

Only a few seconds in, Joel interrupted the singing: "Do you even understand what he's singing? Do you speak Japanese? Because I don't."

"No, I don't *speak* Japanese." Evan replied. "You have to look up the translated lyrics of course!"

Joel shook his head. He did have to admit that the soft, sensual voice of the lead singer didn't sound too bad, although he couldn't understand the meaning of the words. As the track ended, he said: "It's okay, I guess. Still a boyband." After a short hesitation, he added: "Show me another track."

Evan grinned in triumph and started the next song. This one was a bit faster, and the lead singer moved around more on stage.

Joel found himself really digging the rhythm. At first, he only tapped his foot to the song, but quickly found himself moving his massive body to the electronic music, doing something similar to dancing.

Although Joel hated every kind of body movement, getting into the rhythm came surprisingly easy, as if he had heard the song a hundred times before, not right now for the first time. A gurgling noise came from his belly, as his body mass slowly vanished. Before long, he had to hold up his pants or they would fall down. Evan didn't notice, too glued were his eyed to the music video.

It didn't take another request from Joel to start up the next song after this one ended. Between the videos, however, Joel had to get rid of his glasses, because his vision was getting blurry with them on. They were too big anyway, as his face was getting smoother and smaller. Moving his slim body had become easy, natural even. As he moved to the beat of this new song, slowly all body hair, including his beard silently fell from his body, sinking to the ground like snow.

There came the bridge, then another chorus. As the chorus began, Joel started to sing along. He knew the lyrics by heart and closed his eyes while singing, putting all his soul into the words.

As Evan heard the singing, he turned around, only to freeze with his mouth open. There, in his mom's basement, singing and dancing was... not Joel anymore. No, that was Komori Yoshitora, himself! The last few details changed along the last notes of the song. Komori's hair became night black, and his facial features turned delicate and well groomed, with a slight smile on it.

There was a long moment of silence between the two before Komori spoke first in broken English: "So, did I hear that right? You would give me a blowjob any day?"

As Evan nodded, still speechless and still with his mouth open, Komori smiled again and removed his shirt. "Good. I love fans like you that aren't 12 year old girls."

This story was written as a request by a subscriber over at my riot page who chose to make it publicitly available! If you, too, want to request themes or ideas, consider joining the Transformation Titan tier yourself :)

[nar-nia]

decorating

jake x reader

word count: ~1k

warnings: mentions of pregnancy

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“It's beginning to look a lot like christmas…” Jake was quietly singing along to the song on the radio as he rummaged through some cardboard boxes. You did the same, occasionally stealing glances of the smile on his face as he looked at item after item, placing some on the ground.

“I almost forgot about that!” His exciting voice made you look up at him again. He was holding a little snow globe, excitedly jumping over to you. “Remember? I gave it to you on-”

“Our third date,” you finished his sentence. “I do remember.”

“I was so nervous I almost let it fall,” he chuckled. “I can't believe it's already been six years since then.”

“Neither can I.” You smiled, softly shaking the little snow globe as you watched the snow dancing around. “But I think I knew I wanted you in my life right there.”

Jakes face was lit up by a broad smile, eyes sparkling with happiness as he pulled you closer, his lips connecting with your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you most.” You left a few kisses on his wrist before you hesitantly let go to divert your attention back to the box in front of you. “We haven't even started decorating and already got cheesy.”

“Oh and it will only get worse!” Jake declared, hopping back to his own box of christmas decorations. “I can't wait for it.”

You almost had to forcefully remove your eyes from looking at your husband to focus on the task at hand: decorating your home for christmas.

“A lot has happened since then too,” he spoke up after a while again. “We came far.“

“We did.” You started smiling again. “We got married, got a house…”

“Got a family.”

“You’ve always been my family.” You felt yourself tear up a bit. “Didn't we want to decorate?”

“Six years and you still try to change the subject when you're about to cry,” he smiled. “Let me help you then.”

He went back over to you, simply bringing his cardboard box along. Sitting down he grabbed your hand, his thumb drawing soft circles on it, while he used his other to hold up some items he found.

“Will we put up the Christmas village again?”

“Hmm...” You hesitated. “I would love that but last year Layla almost destroyed it.”

“I still don't know what made her so angry,” Jake chuckled. “Maybe the porcelain cat you put there?”

“Maybe.” You brought his hand up, pressing another small kiss onto it. “Let's just place it somewhere high enough this time.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“You're perfect,” you grinned, making an attempt to stand up.

“Ah ah,” Jake shook his head. “Let me help you with that. No hard work for you.”

“I just want to get up, Jake. As far as I know you can still do that while pregnant.” You couldn't hold back a laugh, but somehow you kept sitting down.

“We wouldn't want to risk it.” He grinned at you, grabbing both of your hands to pull you up. You didn't have the heart to tell him that this made it even harder to get up, because eventually you still managed and were standing on your own two feet.

“Tell me again why we didn't just sit down on the couch?”

“Because you complained that our little baby boy won't let you bend down to grab a box from the floor.”

“... Maybe.” You grinned back. “But I have you for that.”

“Yes you do, my love.” He pulled you closer for a soft kiss before he looked at you expectantly. Your heart started fluttering when he did, love threatening to overwhelm you. “So what do you want me to do.”

Oh right - you had a house to decorate.

“Uhm…” You tried to gather your thoughts. “The Christmas village.”

“Right,” he smiled. “Let me start with that.”

Another kiss on your cheek and he diverted his attention to a small plank of wood. He had built it two years ago, decorating it with fake snow so you had the perfect underground for the tiny porcelain houses. They were gifts from your grandparents, every year there was a new edition, and he still remembered the moment he made you that piece of wood. You had gotten lots of presents that day, but this somehow made you the happiest - and in return, him too.

He carefully set everything up on a bookshelf, making sure that Layla couldn't reach it while listening to your orders. It was a peaceful atmosphere, both of you enjoying the way your home got more and more in the Christmas spirit. After the little village he put up some Christmas lights, softly humming along to the songs on the radio again.

“A bit higher,” you smiled, hands motioning how you wanted the lights to be. “To the left!”

You were silent for a second before the giggle you had tried to hold in finally broke free. “The other left, Jake.”

“Oh.” With your help he managed to hang it up just in time when it got slowly dark outside. “Should we light it up?”

You nodded, eyes sparkling in awe when you saw the final result. “It's so pretty.”

“Almost as pretty as you, love,” Jake mumbled, stepping next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer towards him as his lips connected with your temple. “Now it feels like Christmas.”

“Oh- almost!” You almost flinched, getting out of Jakes embrace to rush into the kitchen. “I can't believe I almost forgot about it.”

“About what?” Jake followed you as you grabbed two mugs from the shelf, filling it with something he couldn't see before you warmed it up.

"Hot chocolate!” You turned around with a grin, holding one mug towards your husband. “It fits perfectly, don't you think?”

His face was lit up by a smile as he grabbed the mug from you, his other arm wrapping around your waist again. “Everything about this is perfect.”

He felt your head on his shoulder as you both looked at the room, now tinted in a beautiful golden shine. “I love you.”

Jake softly pressed his lips against your hair, his eyes closing for a second to take it all in. “I love you most.”

~~~

yup, it's really me 🙈 i went missing for so long but wow, life can be exhausting sometimes. especially if your job requires you to get up at 1am. anyway, i hope you liked this little start to a christmas series. if yes (and if no) feedback is always appreciated 🩷

find the other stories here.

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[imahinatjon]

Bath time!

Venti x Reader

18+ 💋

Idk what possessed me.

Reader has male parts.

Imagine...

You, yes you, are Venti's lover. Partner of the great Lord Barbatos... not that anyone else would know that.

Venti is an eccentric person. He drinks a lot, he sings such beautiful songs, he's friendly to basically everyone and- and he's a little touchy feely. You get what I mean?

He's not like it with everyone, don't get me wrong, he only does it to you. His partner.

The love of his life. He adores you SOOOOO much. Its why he can't keep his hands off of your for the life of him.

A quick hug here, and even longer one later, a peck on the lips there, maybe even an arm around your waist.

His favourite though?

When he sneaks you off into a corner so his hands can reach down below your waistband. He stands behind you, resting a chin on your shoulder while his hand works at your length. He enjoys the sounds you make as you try to hold back from moaning out his name, though he'd much rather you scream it out for the whole of Teyvat. But even he knows that there is a time and a place.

That time and place today is your bathroom.

All you wanted was to hop into the bath to clean off after a long day of adventuring with the travler. Venti had other ideas, naturally.

When he entered into your bathroom behind you after you told him your plans, he just couldn't resist the state of undress your beautiful body was in (he could, he just didn't wanna) - he just HAD to take you.

"Venti, what are you doing?" You asked him, as he slipped his (somehow now) naked self into the tub behind you, enclosing you in his arms, his legs also moving to circle you, so he was pressed as tightly against your back as he could be.

"I'm just coming in to join you, my love. That's okay with you, isn't it?" He asked - like he had no ulterior motive.

You nodded, allowing him to stay where he was. With how close he was to you, you could feel everything, that included his hard on. Which rubbed on your back every now and then, twitching slightly every time.

'What was he up to?'

Sex. Of course. In the bath too!

Welllllll, this was something you'd been wanting to try out for a while now...so indulging him wouldn't be so bad, right? Exactly!

That's why you leant back into him, turning your head so your lips could meet his, in a slow and passionate dance of tongue.

His hand reached around your body, reaching and gently stroking up and down, working you up until you were no longer soft and panting into his mouth, blush coating your face so vividly that no pink flower of Teyvat could ever hope to compare. God how he loved you.

His legs unwrapped from you, and he moved so he was sitting on his knees behind you, his lips decorating the top of your back, the unoccupied hand gently stroking at your side.

He pushed you forward slightly, Hand on your back while he asked

"Could you get on your knees please?"

You didn't even hesitate.

The water was enough of a lubricant for you as he toyed with his own hardness at your backside, dipping in slightly to test the waters.

You couldn't tell if he was teasing you on purpose, or if he was actually worried that it would hurt. Either way, you needed him to hurry on along.

"Ventii~" you quietly whined out, wiggling your ass infront of him, in hopes he'd move on.

That only earnt you a light slap.

"I'll go when I'm ready"

"But-"

"No buts"

You shut up after that. I mean, its not like was wasn't pleasuring you, he still had his hand around your own cock, and his movements only ever halted slightly when he was messing with his own at your entrance.

Speaking of - the moment you distracted yourself and relaxed as you looked down into the water of the bathtub, he pushed himself inside, as far as he could.

Your mouth dropped open and you made no sound. It was so sudden and intrusive. Yet relatively painless as he waited for the moment you relaxed. He still held still though, it was bound to sting a little while he stretched you so suddenly.

"V-vent-ti.." You whimpered out, hand reaching out behind you to hold onto him.

Oh how this man has you so weak at the knees. Every single damn time.

He held onto your arm that reached back for him, his hand wrapping around your arm while yours weakly gripped his and he begun to thrust. In and out. Steady, but gradually faster. You could barely hold your moans in, and your other arm was starting to feel weak, your knees too. But what had you concerned more was your arm. You were right above the water.

Luckily your god loves you, as he caught you and held you up as best as he could.

A few more quick paced thrusts and a few more firm yet gentle tuggs at your shaft and you were done, painting his hand in your essence.

"Hey, how about we take this out of the bath and back into the bedroom"

Yep... venti wasn't finished. He hasn't filled you up yet...

💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Sorry 😅

Masterlist :3

[trippygalaxy]

any link of your choice, with a gn!reader who plays whatever the medieval equivalent of a guitar is.

Ahh!! Thank you for being my first request! I hope you enjoy this!

(Also just for next time, please tell me what type of relationship you'd like! I tired to keep it platonic but it can also be read as romantic!)

Warriors

Every since you were young, you always had a fascination with the lute. It felt right to hold on in your hands, as if your arms were made to cradle it's weight.

From this love was born a new hobby, a new past time. But it didn't stop at that, this wasn't just a hobby but a passion! A passion that made your fingers bleed, but a passion none the less.

Plucking it's strings brought you a different kind of peace. And as years pasted by your talent caught the attention of many.

You had met the Chain many months ago. Once a wandering musician, now a member of a group of adventurers! Surprisingly, you manage to easily find a spot in the group as the guide in this new world they fell (quite literally) into.

Yet, there was a certain Captain who had grown a little more attached to you than most had realized. Warriors was enthralled by you. Not only did he find you absolutely striking but also passionate and kind.

He had watched you joke with the rest of the boys, how you naturally bounce off them without a hint of hesitancy. How you indulge when the others *cough* Wind *cough* made strange song requests while the group travelled

Warriors was quick to call you the party's bard! It came from a place of truth but also teasing. He'd even suggest you'd make a balled for the Chain and yourself! (You still couldn't tell if he was joking or not) But it wasn't uncommon for you to play something light hearted whilst the Chain rested. You'd even sing songs the told the stories of the Heroes of Hyrule! It was very fun to have to boys guess what song was who's!

As time pasted, Warriors realized that you boosted the moral of the group so much more than he ever expected. But how couldn't you! You held such an energy with you while you preformed that it could even bring Legend out of his cranky moods! "A true feat in itself!" Warriors told you once

(and then got a boot flung at the back of his head)

One night while you had taken watch, Warriors had woken up in a frantic state. It didn't take a genius to tell he had woken up from a nightmare of sorts.

The stubborn Captain was quick to reassure you that he was alright but his uneven breaths and shaky hands told another story. So, without a second thought you plopped down beside the man and pulled out your trusty lute.

At first Warriors is confused to what you are doing and he is about to verbalized this confusion but is quickly cut off by a familiar song. It was a song from his Hyrule, it had echoed throughout the castle halls while they visited his Zelda to gather information. He remembers he had told you his fondness for the song..

And here you were, strumming that same song months later. Your fingers elegantly danced along the strings keeping the song above a whisper as to not disturb the others. Warriors huffed out a laugh and slumped against you, a small but beautiful smile gracing his lips.

Had you remember the song simply because he enjoyed it? Did you scour the local music shops for the music sheet? Or where you simply THAT talented that you learnt it by listening to it? He wouldn't put the latter past you, you truly were something to behold.

(I literally rewrite this like three times because it kept getting away from me LMAOO! I hope you enjoyed this! I liked writing it!)

[atomicwinnerdreamland]

do you have any Maryland headcanons?? I absolutely adore him so so much

Hii! I adore Maryland as well, and yes I do have a few headcanons for him :)

-He's good friends with Florida and Louisiana but doesn't do the crazy stuff that they do. He just watches the Chaos duo when they're doing their usual chaos.

-He, Virginia, and Delaware occasionally race on the busy streets of DC to truly test who the worst driver is. Gov and DC can't tell if they're annoyed by it or concerned for the three. New Jersey on the other hand who likes to ride his motorcycle on the busiest roads of DC (another hc of mine), loves them for it and even joins them sometimes. Maryland and New Jersey are friends because of it.

-Maryland is also friends with Michigan because Michigan's the one who gives him, Virginia, and Delaware the cars they use to race. They once had a competition where they had to indulge as much of the other's favorite food or drink for a whole minute, Maryland drinking Vernors and Michigan eating Old Bay. They couldn't attend the meeting the next day because they ended up getting sick, but hey, at least they had fun :)

-He's one friendly fella. He wouldn't hesitate to help you up when you're feeling down. And social anxiety? he doesn't have it. He has no problem introducing himself to you and making you feel welcomed :)

-Him, DC, and Gov have this love-hate relationship where Maryland likes to point out how DC and Gov (not the government itself, but the government buildings) would be nonexistent without him, but also makes sure they're both okay. Maryland likes to say that he'd kick both DC and Gov out if they annoy him too much, but they all know he would never.

-Surprisingly, he and New York get along. They bond over art, sometimes talk about congressional districts, and eat seafood together. Nobody really knows how Maryland gets New York to eat food that's basically 70% Old Bay, but he does. They also talk fashion where New York criticizes Maryland's choice to wear his state flag all the time, but Maryland laughs it off and ignores NY's remarks because he knows he looks good 💅 New York's simultaneously annoyed and impressed by Maryland's confidence

-He can sing his heart out. You can find him outside of the statehouse with a guitar singing some Johnny Cash or slow ballads. The couples in the Statehouse have danced to Maryland's serenades before, and no doubt he'll be the wedding singer if the couples decide to marry. He and Louisiana sing together, and their favorite type of music to sing to are Disney classics, which appeases Florida of course.

-He and National Guard are protective over each other. No doubt National Guard can defend himself just fine, but there's also no doubt that Maryland would take the nearest weapon and beat the crap out of somebody who threatened to hurt his boyfriend. National Guard, undeniably, would do the same. They also act like a cute married couple. This fic called "Did You Lock the Front Door" by @abcwordsurge is one of the best examples of these 2's married couple vibe if you'd like to read one :D

That's all I have for Maryland right now. Thank you so much for your ask!

[simpforchuchu]

Hey again! What if fujio, tsukasa, shoji, and sachio decide to take reader on her dream date for her birthday or something like that so they saved up and bought tickets to readers favorite kpop group or got tickets to a huge anime convention. Those are both my dream dates and I’ve been to both recently and it got me wondering like who would go all and learn the fan chants and the dances and who would wanna do cosplay or blow all their money on the artworks. and who would be the whole “here babe I’ll hold your bag you go have fun,” type. I’m sorry, this is like my third request I’m just on such an energy high today 😅😅😅

High & Low Boys x Reader’s dream date

a/n: Hi! It’s been a while, sorry 🙏🏻It was really a cute one and thank you for your request 😘 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

Fujio

* I don't think there is anything Fujio wouldn't do to make his girlfriend happy.

* This includes learning kpop songs and dances he never knew.

* He probably wants to buy his girlfriend a special gift for her birthday, and he probably even found a part-time job to do it all summer.

* He knows that your favorite band will have a concert in a few months and he wants you to be happy.

* When your birthday comes, he will wave the 2 tickets in his hand with excitement and take you to the concert.

* He even got light sticks so you can wave them along

* And you might not expect him to sing along to every song… Just wait to see him dance.

Sachio

* He is that cool bitch

* So I don't know how far he can go

* But I'm sure he’ll buy those tickets when he see the excitement and happiness in your eyes when you hear the news about the concert.

* He won't hesitate to come to the concert with you

* At first he’s like "Here babe I'll hold your bag you go have fun" but then you can see him waving the light stick with you

* The smile on your face is more important to him than anything else

Tsukasa

* I don't think he's a like anime/manga fan

* Of course, he has been familiar with them all since his childhood, but not a big fan

* Dude literally lives an anime…

* He realizes how much his girlfriend loves animes and wants to make her happy

* When he heard that there was going to be an anime show at a night cinema in your city, he bought the tickets for you without even thinking.

* Definitely will be a surprise

* He is very happy to see the sparkle in your eyes when you get there and see your favorite anime on the big screen.

Shoji

* Totally gives me the anime fan vibe

* Especially shounen anime…

* Watching anime with you is not enough, he wants to make you happier

* So you definitely didn't expect to see him dressed as your favorite character in front of your house one day

* He will tell you to get ready with a small smile and he is excited for you to see the surprise he has made for you.

* He bought tickets to a cosplay event for you and he loves it when you look at the people around with excitement.

* But he must be your favorite, he definitely does not accept anyone else in this regard...

HnL taglist : @straysugzhpe @tiddly-winx @ninamarie1994 @thatpoindexterpixy @koala-yuna @star2fishmeg

[seventeeeeeeen]

SEVENTEEN as One Piece crews/communities

Seungcheol - Marines -Listen, just hear me out -If Seungcheol was a pirate in one piece he'd be a pirate captain of his own crew. -But this is a list of existing crews or communities so it won't work -so what's the next best thing for our strong and righteous leader? -A Marine. An Admiral, perhaps. -One with conflicting views and and a stubborn justice like Smoker

Jeonghan - Charlotte Family -Can't you see him as one of Big mom's children? I see it sm. -He wouldn't be evil and all that, but he's the mischievous type that still adores his family so he's perfect -He'd totally be a minister too -of what I can't think of yet but it has to be something like cookies which can have its sweetness modified. -also to anyone who says he'd be from Amazon Lily they are wrong. -Beautiful Pirates however, I can consider

Joshua - Revolutionary Army -Idk it's the vibe -his aesthetic feels very revolutionary army -I literally have no evidence but I can't imagine him anywhere else -He'd be like a ruined noble, similar to Sabo -But with his usual proper gentlemanliness UNTIL you get to know him -Then he's as feral as the next person

Junhui - Heart Pirates -Definitely part of the silly crew with the serious captain they all adore -he'll don that tacky white uniform and pose with so much pride -unrelated but he'd get along with Law in the way that he thinks they're besties and Law is trying so hard to get rid of him.

Soonyoung - Strawhat Pirates -Silly, loud, chaotic, extremely ambitious, constantly working towards his dreams and extremely dependable when needed? -He IS a strawhat -He'd respect all of them and their dreams, he'd look up to luffy like the rest of them -He'd absolutely sling his arm over their shoulders and sing and dance with them at every party

Wonwoo - "Demons of Ohara" -a.k.a. The Ohara researchers -A VERY TRAGIC COMMUNITY HERE HAHA -But he fits... -he fits

Jihoon - Cross Guild -He fits in with the unenthusiastic, money-making group of people very well -I can see him watching Crocodile manhandle Buggy with an amused expression -sitting around and gossiping with Mihawk

Seokmin - Tontattas -NO BC THE LITTLE SILLIES WITH THEIR OVERPOWERING STRENGTH -SEOKMIN WOULD EAT THAT UP -BORN TO BE A TONTATTA, FORCED TO BE A HUMAN

Mingyu - Baratie -Where else will he be except with our rough and raggedy chefs with their golden hearts? -he'd totally get tossed around by the chefs which did make me hesitate putting him in Baratie -But then I realized... -it's his fate to be tossed around even when people secretly respect him. -the second answer is Elbaf btw

Minghao - Akazaya Nine -more specifically one of Oden's retainers -the whole samurai look suits him well -and he would have definitely looked up to Oden and would have been loyal to him -again, samurai Minghao <33

Seungkwan - World Economy Newspaper -again, more specifically Big News Morgan's journalists -Journalist Seungkwan makes a lot of sense to me -especially in a news station which writes the most accurate news and gossip in the most scandalous manner -Second choice for him was the Barto Club

Vernon - Vegapunks -I bet a lot would think Woozi would be a Vegapunk but no my friends! -It is Vernon, who'd best be a Vegapunk -I think he'd get along well with the other Vegapunks too -also don't freak out but I can sorta see him as a celestial dragon

Chan - Whitebeard pirates -Literally the reason I made this whole post -bc I randomly thought Dino would fit right in with the Whitebeard pirates -He'd look up to Whitebeard so much -He'd get along so well with Ace -It's perfect

[wish-incorrect-quotes]

The Royal Ballroom: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Though she usually would have hired musicians for a party in the ballroom, at least if it was a more formal event and one she hadn’t heard about only the night before, Amaya couldn’t deny that there was something charming about hearing the way the tune changed throughout the night, depending on who was currently one of the people playing the tune and who was occupying the dance floor. So far, she’d been spending the night content to stand near the sides and listen, wanting to make sure she let the group of friends feel free to have their fun.

They’d all been surprised to discover that Gabo knew how to play the grand pipe organ sitting against one of the walls, but while he refused to explain where he had learned, he did seem perfectly glad to spend the evening glued to the keys as an excuse to avoid joining in on the dancing. But aside from him, everyone else had been trying to make sure they got at least one turn with the guest of honor.

“I’d like to dance and tap my feet, but they won’t keep in rhythm.

You see I washed them both today, and I can’t do nothing with ‘em.”

At the moment, it was Hal, enthusiastically trying to lead the way through a fancy bit of footwork and grinning even as the two of them stumbled over their feet a few times. As far as she was concerned, getting it perfectly didn’t matter a bit as long as they were enjoying themselves. And whether it was Hal’s infectious cheer or just the fun of a birthday celebration, there was no denying that they were having a blast.

Once a shift in the song signaled it was time to change partners, Hal looked around to pick someone else to join in on the fun. She turned to Simon, who had been leaning against the wall and blowing a tune into his reed, not looking exactly full of energy, but with a light that had returned to his eyes after far too long of nothing but dim heaviness. He didn't consider him an expert on dancing, but he knew Asha wouldn't mind.

Figuring they shouldn’t be down both woodwinds and strings at the same time, Dahlia took a turn with the lute so Safi could go enjoy the party. And since she was good at multitasking, she decided she could manage both plucking along to the rhythm and hovering near the organ to talk with Gabo at the same time.

“You’re sure you don’t want to dance even a little bit?”

“I don’t dance.” Gabo stated flatly.

“It would mean a lot to Asha. It is her birthday.” Dahlia reminded him. “Remember when it was your last birthday, and she spent all day helping me search the market for enough berries to make that pie you like?”

Gabo hesitated, the grouchy furrow in his brow lessening slightly. Dahlia couldn't help but be impressed with the way his playing didn’t falter even as his mind was distracted with other thoughts.

“Alright, I’ll make you a wager.” Gabo finally offered. He wasn’t immune to a sappy feeling here and there, as much as he tried to pretend otherwise. Though he still wasn’t about to offer anything that sounded too easy. “Bazeema sings a solo, and I’ll dance.”

“Deal.”

As Dahlia wandered away again, Gabo knew he probably had about a 50/50 chance of getting dragged away from the organ before the song had finished. Bazeema was extraordinarily shy about performing, but he also knew better than to underestimate their head of the kitchen and her ability to manage their ragtag group.

Whether Dahlia had outright recruited some of their friends, or just made a strategic mention that it would be nice to help their resident wallflower find the courage to join in, he wasn’t quite sure. But before long, Hal and Safi were leading her towards the dance floor, each with a supportive hand on one of her shoulders.

“I…”

She only managed a single note before cutting herself off, her face flushing with heat.

“C’mon, you’ve got this!” Hal encouraged her.

Bazeema started to open her mouth to try again, but instead dissolved into a nervous giggle a she buried her face behind her hands. “Guys, I can’t…”

Wanting the song to continue one way or the other, Gabo blasted a loud chord, hoping to startle her past her nerves.

“I chased a polecat up a tree, way out upon a limb.

And when he got the best of me, I got the worst of him.”

The room erupted into cheers, which both made her beam proudly and flustered her enough that she turned to hide her face against Safi’s shoulder.

Dahlia sent a pointed look over to Gabo, who let out a resigned sigh and pulled his hands from the keys, leaving Dahlia and Simon to take over a more complicated tune to fill in the melody. He was a man of his word, even if he reserved the right to complain along the way.

So long as the music was changing hands, Hal went to go take over percussion from Dario for a bit. And with Asha already on the floor with Gabo (who was proving that even if he said he ‘didn’t dance,’ that apparently didn’t mean ‘couldn’t’), and Safi and Bazeema trying out a few steps together while both of them were free, Dario cheerfully thought it would only make sense to go up to the only person who was currently lacking both and instrument and a partner.

“Care to dance, your majesty?”

Amaya blinked in surprise as the boy held out his hands, offering to pull her out of her chair and out into the dancing. She hadn’t been expecting to be invited to join in. She supposed most would find it improper to think of a queen joining in to this kind of dancing, very much unlike formal balls and regal waltzes. But Dario’s eyes were filled with an innocence that seemed unconcerned with any of those matters, only seeking to find friends and help them have fun. She silenced any voice inside trying to nag her about noble decorum, deciding there was no reason not to participate if the party’s hosts wanted her to.

When the song came to an end and Dahlia suggested they take a break to eat, Asha was starting to grow out of breath from all the dancing, though she was still enjoying herself so much that it might have been a shame to stop, if the towering cake hadn’t looked equally enjoyable. It was hard to imagine that not long ago, the day would have instead been a celebration of a wish ceremony. As much as she loved all the people in their kingdom, standing up on stage in front of all of them didn’t sound nearly as wonderful as being here with some of the people closest to her. Perhaps time with good friends was a magic all on its own.

[hatredcurse]

The height of Summer: where it was never too late for the cicadas to sing their songs and the fireflies to dance with their lights. It felt like the sun would never set, biding its time as it hugged the horizon with the light purple gradients of gloam tailing behind it. Moisture clung to the air, thickening the horizon with vapor and the the smell of hearth.

The conditions were near identical to a time decades ago. Back when Princess Senju was young, reckless, without a fear for anything in the world. Her corded arms would wrap tightly around the two boys that would bracket her down the beaten paths of old Konoha. Said arms hugging them down to her height as they both argued her out of poor financial decisions. If she were lucky, they'd comply with her demands, and on an especially good day, they'd be encouraging.

Better times with better people. Those who wouldn't turn a cold shoulder on an estranged heiress, lost and alone in a world that wanted her for what she was worth in cash, never in talents nor leadership.

Orochimaru ( the forsaken attendant; he who sought the Sun and only landed on the moon ) would return like an omen to this once illustrious village. No longer the pinnacle of youth with his unblemished white skin and round golden eyes. He no longer looked towards the world with wonderment and his temperament was no longer timid and meek. Ironically, it would not call to question whether or not the heiress would recognize him without the boyish innocence of childhood. Even with such a distinct physical blueprint, the two sannin were bound by blood; entangled by duty and fate, by purpose alone they would acknowledge each other.

Stalking through the dead of night, this accursed one would walk himself silent along wooden balconies and new metal architecture. Slinking around familiar corners and hidden paths until he found himself before the ornate window of a woman whom returned home. Where others would hesitate, Orochimaru did not. Despite his obscene mark and betraying absence, he welcomed himself into the moon-kissed room, no different than he would have before. Back when the world was lit aflame between borders and the lot of them adorned the headband proper on their forehead.

"My, my," he sighed into the vacant darkness between himself and the body that existed somewhere in this room," I would have never believed it if I never saw it for myself."

No need for light to see the uniform, the details— Tsunade's mere existence in Hokage Tower was telling enough.

"Here I thought you'd be busy running with your tail tucked between your thighs far, far away from this place, yet you let yourself be found. Even worse, at service to the very place that renounced you."

Closed starter — @senjufound

[daydream-cement]

LarissaxFern at karaoke. That's it. I just want drunk Larissa BELTING Fleetwood Mac.

Rhiannon

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: psa- you can sucker me into many fics a day when you ask for fern stories.

You settled back into your seat next to Larissa after your stirring rendition of Two Doors Down by Dolly Parton. It was karaoke night at one of the local Jericho bars and Rowan convinced Larissa and you to attend. After your own fair share of liquid courage, Rowan convinced you to get up on the stage to sing a song that would have done your mother proud.

“Your turn!” You announce loud enough for Rowan to join in on your peer pressuring of Larissa to sing a song. You were at one side of Larissa, tugging at her arm.

Rowan soon joined in and prodded Larissa over your shoulder, “Please, Rissa! I wanna hear you sing Fleetwood Mac like you do in the car!”

Surprisingly, Larissa didn’t take much convincing. She had just enough to drink and watching you sing was enough for her to want to get up there too. Larissa popped up out of her seat and headed towards the small stage. You couldn’t hide you huge smile at how carefree she seemed.

She grabbed the mic with no hesitation and pointed at the man running the song queue, “Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac, good sir.”

You and Rowan both let out a loud cheer as the music begins. Spurring Larissa to be more overzealous than she would have been, swaying back and forth to the beat, “Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night. And wouldn't you love to love her?”

Larissa obviously knew this song well. Each of her dance moves correlating to a beat or change in Stevie Nicks’ voice, “Takes to the sky like a bird in flight. And who will be her lover?”

“All your life you've never seen. Woman taken by the wind. Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?” Larissa points out at you in the crowd as she belts out each of the words without any flaws.

“She is like a cat in the dark. And then she is to darkness. She rules her life like a fine skylark. And when the sky is starless.” Larissa seemed to have a full dance routine. You have heard her sing this song in the shower, but you never peaked your head in the bathroom to watch the full length show. ze’s

Now Larissa began to sing even louder, holding the mic further from herself, “All your life you've never seen. Woman taken by the wind. Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win? Will you ever win?”

Larissa was truly a performer as she held the mic out to the crowd so they could sing along, “Rhiannon. Rhiannon. Rhiannon. Rhiannon.”

“She rings like a bell through the night. And wouldn't you love to love her? She rules her life like a bird in flight. And who will be her lover?” You watched Larissa direct the words love and lover directly at you. You reaction was to send her two air kisses, one from each hand.

“All your life you've never seen. Woman taken by the wind. Would you stay if she promised you heaven?Will you ever win? Will you ever win?” She bobbed and swayed to the music in the moment void of lyrics.

Again she holds out the mic for everyone to sing with her, the audience fully immersed, “Rhiannon. Rhiannon. Rhiannon.”

“Taken by taken by the sky. Taken by taken by the sky. Taken by taken by the sky.” You and Rowan rocked back and forth with one another, clapping your hands and cheering Larissa onward for the final part of the song.

Larissa got quieter, mimicking the voice of Stevie Nicks, “Dreams unwind. Love's a state of mind. Dreams unwind. Love's a state of mind.”

Rowan and you jumped to your feet, clapping and hollering. No one else accompanied you two, but you both could care less. Larissa took a big bow, stretching her arms out like she was walking a tightrope. She stood up right with the biggest grin, placing the mic back on its stand.

You watched as Larissa sunk back into her usual reserved shell as she hurried off the stage, sliding back into the booth next to you. You weren’t done praising her for her performance yet, “That was fantastic! It was like watching Stevie herself.”

Larissa rolled her eyes and leaned her head against your shoulder. She was filled with a sense of pride and minor embarrassment. You, yourself, were trying to contain your excitement. For your sixth date, you thought it was going very well.