#I'm just gonna bask in the happiness and joy

[parakeetpark]

I finished my second ever video edit (both are of the Phantom of The Paradise 1974 film) and I'm so extremely happy with how it turned out that I can't stop smiling :-)

[sockich]

So. Are we doing this? We've been on this road for a long time, Bruce... let's see where it ends. Let's go find Mr. Ra's al Ghul.

Batman: The Knight #8 by Chip Zdarsky, art by Carmine Di Giandomenico

[songsaboutwater]

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[andy-15-07]

Easter Joy

masterlist ! pairing Drew Starkey x reader

SUMMARY: Rafe and his wife, Y/n with their daughter celebrate Easter.

Outer Banks Masterlist

The warm spring sun bathed the Cameron household in a golden glow as Rafe and Y/n prepared for their Easter celebration. Their daughter, Lily, bounced around the living room, her excitement palpable as she eagerly awaited the festivities to come.

"Mommy, Daddy, when are we gonna hunt for Easter eggs?" Lily asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she tugged on Y/n's hand.

"Soon, sweetie," Y/n replied with a smile, ruffling Lily's hair affectionately. "We just need to finish getting everything ready first."

Rafe chuckled as he watched the exchange, his heart swelling with love for his wife and daughter. "Looks like someone's eager to get her hands on some chocolate," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement.

Lily grinned mischievously, her eyes lighting up at the mention of sweets. "You know it, Daddy," she said, flashing him a toothy grin.

As they finished their preparations, Rafe and Y/n ushered Lily outside to begin the Easter egg hunt. The backyard was adorned with colorful decorations, the air filled with the sweet scent of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers.

"Alright, Lily, are you ready to find some eggs?" Y/n asked, kneeling down to her daughter's level as they surveyed the garden.

Lily nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement as she scanned the yard for hidden treasures. "I'm ready, Mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

With a laugh, Rafe and Y/n watched as Lily darted off into the garden, her laughter echoing in the crisp spring air. They followed close behind, their hearts filled with joy as they watched their daughter's excitement.

As Lily searched high and low for Easter eggs, Rafe and Y/n took a moment to soak in the beauty of the day. The sun cast long shadows across the garden, the sound of birdsong filling the air as they basked in the warmth of each other's company.

"This is perfect," Y/n said, her voice soft with emotion as she leaned into Rafe's side. "I couldn't ask for a better way to celebrate Easter."

Rafe nodded in agreement, his heart swelling with love for his wife and daughter. "I couldn't agree more," he replied, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

As they watched Lily race around the garden, her laughter ringing out like music, Rafe and Y/n felt a sense of gratitude wash over them. In that moment, surrounded by love and laughter, they knew that they were truly blessed.

As the afternoon wore on, Rafe and Y/n gathered with Lily to enjoy a festive Easter brunch. The table was adorned with an array of delicious treats, from fluffy pancakes to savory quiches and, of course, plenty of chocolate eggs.

As they feasted on the delicious spread, Rafe and Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the joy and laughter that filled the room. They shared stories and laughter, their hearts full of gratitude for the love and happiness that surrounded them.

After brunch, Rafe and Y/n led Lily in an Easter egg decorating activity, their hands covered in colorful paint as they laughed and joked with each other. Lily's face lit up with excitement as she carefully decorated each egg, her creativity on full display as she proudly showed off her handiwork.

As the day drew to a close, Rafe and Y/n gathered with Lily to reflect on the true meaning of Easter. They shared stories of faith and hope, their hearts filled with gratitude for the blessings they had received.

As they basked in the warmth of each other's company, Rafe and Y/n knew that they were surrounded by love and joy. And as they watched the sun set on another beautiful Easter day, they felt a sense of peace wash over them, knowing that their bond was unbreakable and their love was everlasting.

[godsfavdarling]

chapter 10

pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!oc

summary: Spencer and Molly go further than ever before.

list of chapters, also available on wattpad and Ao3, my masterlist

warnings: smut: fingering, blowjob, protected sex (condom)

words: 3,2k

Molly spread out a towel on the sandy beach, basking in the warmth of the sun. She turned to Spencer with a playful smile, holding up a bottle of sunscreen.

"Spencer, would you mind putting some sunscreen on my back?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

Spencer, momentarily distracted by the sight of Molly in her bathing suit, snapped back to attention. He cleared his throat, nodding a bit too eagerly, "Uh, sure. No problem."

As he applied the sunscreen, Spencer couldn't help but marvel at the way the sun kissed her skin, creating a gentle glow.

After Spencer finished applying sunscreen to Molly's back, she graciously took the bottle from his hands. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she said, "Alright, your turn. We can't have you turning into a lobster out here."

Spencer, well aware of his fair complexion, chuckled nervously, "Yeah, I burn pretty easily."

Molly, with a gentle touch, started applying sunscreen to Spencer's back. As her hands moved across his skin, Spencer couldn't help but shiver slightly at the sensation. 

Despite his usual aversion to the beach, Spencer found himself surprisingly content. The happiness radiating from Molly, her infectious laughter, and the joy she found in the beach atmosphere made it all worthwhile for him. 

He couldn't deny the simple pleasure of sharing these moments with her, making the beach, for the first time, a place he was more than willing to be.

.............................

Molly emerged from the bathroom with a smile, her eyes locking onto Spencer, who was perched at the edge of the bed, engrossed in his phone. The sight of his focused expression prompted her to ask, "Work? Do you have to go?"

Spencer looked up, his attention shifting from the device to Molly. "No, it's just about a case. Background stuff and some new developments, but I'm not going anywhere," he assured her.

"Good," Molly replied, relieved. She joined him on the bed, sitting down and staring at him with a contemplative expression. Spencer, sensing there was more on her mind, inquired, "What is it?"

She hesitated for a moment before responding, "Nothing. I've just been thinking..." Molly wrapped her arms around him, inhaling his comforting scent. 

Shifting her position, she settled onto his lap and looked into his eyes. With a soft smile, she asked, "Would you be interested in taking things further tonight?"

Spencer took a moment, contemplating the suggestion, which made Molly feel a twinge of worry. 

As she began to backtrack, apologizing and assuring him that it was okay, Spencer interrupted, saying, "No, no. Wait. I do want that... I just... didn't expect you to..." he admitted.

Molly couldn't help but smile at his response. "Spencer, I want it too. Every time you touch me, I feel like I'm gonna explode, and I trust you, obviously. So, I don't see why... we should wait... Do you want to wait?" she asked.

Spencer chuckled, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and desire. "No, I don't want to wait." he replied, his fingers gently tracing the outline of Molly's hand.

Molly grinned, her playful side surfacing. "Well, then, what are we waiting for?" she teased, her tone laced with anticipation.

Spencer pulled her into a passionate kiss that spoke volumes of their shared longing.

As they broke the kiss, Molly couldn't help but laugh, the nervous energy dissipating. "You smell really good," she confessed, running her fingers through his hair.

Spencer grinned back, his voice filled with sincerity. "Likewise. You smell like sweet fruit."

Molly's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Oh, so we're exchanging fragrance compliments now?" she teased, her fingers still entangled in his hair.

Spencer chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes. "Why not?"

Molly leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Well, you, my dear Spencer, smell and taste like candy."

Spencer's grin widened, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "Really?"

Molly couldn't suppress her playful giggle as she nestled comfortably in Spencer's lap. "Really." she teased, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on the back of his neck.

"Do you have condoms?" Molly inquired, her tone a blend of curiosity and anticipation.

"Yeah, I do," Spencer replied with a confident yet playful smirk.

"Came prepared for a trip?" Molly teased, raising an eyebrow.

Spencer chuckled, a hint of sheepishness in his expression. "I...Umm... I was... I was just silently... hoping," he confessed and she kissed him.

His eyes sparkled with amusement as he gently picked up Molly and laid her on her back and positioned himself above her.

As Spencer's lips trailed along her neck, Molly's fingers instinctively found their way to his cheeks, gently cupping them as she savored the sensation of his warm breath against her skin.

 Each kiss he planted sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her completely.

His lips continued their journey, exploring every inch of her skin with a tender reverence that made her heart race. She felt his touch linger on her collarbones, his breath sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. 

With each caress, she found herself melting further into his embrace, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his touch.

Molly's movements grew more restless beneath him, unable to contain the desire that burned within her. She shifted beneath him, her body moving in rhythm with his as she sought to draw him closer, to feel every inch of him pressed against her own.

With each kiss, each touch, she surrendered herself completely to the ecstasy of their love, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing. And in that moment, as their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace, Molly knew that she was exactly where she belonged—in Spencer's arms.

As one of his arms outstretched between her thighs, the other bent as he hovered over her.

Molly's breathing pitched into a soft moan as she felt his fingers press against her underwear. Moving softly but with intent, his index and middle finger rubbed upwards, careful to barely brush against her covered clit, just where she needed him most. 

Her hips shifted at the pleasure, lips parting as another moan escaped her.

She felt herself growing wetter and she knew he could feel it too.

She reached for his neck to pull him down into another kiss. In the meantime, his fingers brushed the edge of her underwear aside and as his fingers slipped against her pussy, she gasped into his mouth.

Finally, after a few moments, his fingers slowly came to her clit, and she felt every nerve sizzle in her body at the feeling.

"You're so wet" he moaned into her ear and then pressed another kiss to her lips as his fingers slowly slipped inside of her, and she suppressed another moan into his mouth. 

He moved slowly, collecting her wetness and teasing her. Her hips bucked lightly, chasing the feeling.

His touch felt like electricity as his fingers run against her clit, and her body tensed as the pleasure swam through her. She already felt spent and yet he was still clothed.

Her head and shoulders fell back onto the bed as his fingers picked up their pace. He alternated between slipping inside of her and pressing his thumb against her clit, until the energy building inside of her threatened to spill over. 

Her hands found his shoulders and her fingernails dug into them at the pleasure. His mouth didn't leave hers.

Finally, with one last roll of his fingers, she felt the wave crash into her. 

Spencer's mouth swallowed the last of the moans escaping from Molly's lips as his fingers rode out her orgasm, his thumb occasionally brushing against her sensitive clit, causing her to twitch.

"You did so well. I love seeing you like this." he whispered.

She pushed up on his shoulders and he allowed it, the positions reversing until she straddled his hips. 

His hands came up to her waist, gripping it as she slowly rolled her hips over his. 

His desire was evident in the bulge of his boxers, and it gave her immense satisfaction to know she had the same effect on him as he did on her. She slipped her hand into his underwear.

He released a quiet groan at the feeling of her touch, and she wanted to hear more. His fingers came away from her hips to divest himself of his shirt.

She slid from off his hips and stood at the side of the bed, leaning over to tug him towards her by holding his hand. 

He sat at the edge of the bed now and Molly felt herself grow even wetter as she sank to her knees in front of him. He watched with dark eyes as she began to pull his underwear down.

He was long and thick in her hand, and his head fell back as she leaned forward and licked a trail from his shaft to tip. Slowly, she took him into her mouth, licking and sucking his length until she could take him no more.

A deep growl emanated from Spencer's chest, his hand coming up to rest against the back of her head. 

He let her set the pace, but his fingers knotted themselves in her hair as she swirled her tongue around his tip, tasting every last inch of him.

He sighed, his jaw clenching and his muscles tensing. She could see he desperately wanted to move his hips, but stayed in full control as she pressed him deeper into her mouth.

She placed her hands on his thighs to give herself more balance, and she felt his fingers brush the hair away from her face and behind her ear before lightly collecting it into his grip. The small gesture made her heart skip as she set a quick rhythm.

He groaned again in pleasure, allowing himself a few more moments before delicately tugging on her hair to bring her back up to standing position. 

In a flash, he turned them around and laid her on the bed again.

She felt his strength emanating from every muscle, both hands pressed on either side of her. Using one hand, he tilted her jaw until her neck was exposed to him. 

He placed gentle half-kiss-half-bites along the slope of her neck. His hand then dipped to her back where he quickly pulled up her shirt and slipped it off her. Her underwear was tugged down until it fell to the floor. Her body softly settled on the bed.

"You're so beautiful." He murmured, his hand coming up to cup her breast, thumb tracing over her pebbled nipple. Molly sighed at the feeling.

Spencer's body was just as beautiful, she thought. The expanse of his chest was strong, his abdomen and arms both lean with taut muscle. A deep V-line followed into his hips, his dick erect.

Just as their lips moved to reconnect, Molly's eyes met his again. Both were entrenched in their desire, desperate for release in the other's body. 

Nervousness bubbled up inside of her again as she realized it was time. Everything else they had done before, but not this.

He rose from his spot for a moment "Stay here," Spencer requested.

"Okay," Molly responded with excitement in her voice.

As Spencer swiftly opened the box in the nightstand, a sense of eagerness filled the room. 

He carefully extracted the condom from the package and put it on himself. Returning to his position above her, Spencer said softly:

"We'll go slow. Tell me if anything's wrong or you wanna stop, okay?"

"Okay, promise" Molly nodded at his kind words, fingers reaching up to his shoulders again. He balanced on one arm as the other reached out to touch her slick heat, and instantly, she felt the unreleased desire come flooding back. 

Satisfied, Spencer slowly guided himself between her legs and at first rubbed his tip between her folds. Then he gently slipped just the tip in.

Her chest arched upwards at the feeling as her pussy stretched to accommodate him. True to his word, he moved slowly as he rolled his hips towards her, sinking deeper into her with every breath. She could feel him gauging her reaction and moving only so long as she allowed it.

Molly felt as though she might burst from the feeling, her breathing devolving into moans as he settled himself to the hilt inside of her. 

One of her legs was bent, the other laid straight, and one of his hands gripped her thigh as he used the other to balance himself over her, watching her face.

Once the small burn of the stretch passed, pleasure began to trickle in.

"Are you alright?" he said with his lips on hers and her hands on his cheeks.

"Yes- yes." Her eyes fluttered closed.

"Does it feel good?"

He slowly rolled his hips back and she let out an involuntarily moan at the feeling of him moving inside of her. When he rolled his hips forward again, pleasure erupted from within her, and her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

"Yes... Oh God!"

Spencer pressed a kiss to her lips, and set a slow but sensual rhythm to his hips as he moved in and out of her with deliberate care. 

Any discomfort long forgotten, Molly felt her own hips moving in tandem, hissing in delight at the friction their hips created.

He chuckled at her reaction. "You feel so good"

The praise was like an extra dose of kerosene to the flame.

"Please, Spencer- more."

"More what? Hm?"

All the while, he never stopped moving, his hips picking up a faster pace. 

In that moment, the hand resting on her thigh slipped between their two entwined bodies. His fingers immediately located her clit, and the combination of him pumping in and out of her, and his thumb pad rolling against her clit, made her moan nearly turn into a scream. She could hardly think past her own name.

"Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

But she couldn't. Her nails digging crescent shaped impressions into his skin.

"I'm so close, please..."

"You're so tight." he groaned, his head falling to watch his dick slip in and out of her soaked pussy.

Her strangled moans tumbling through her lips as he pounded into her, hitting her g-stop making her squeal.

"F-faster." she gasped.

He complied, snapping his hips forward at a faster pace. He grunted, his head falling so he could suck on her neck, covering as much of her skin with kisses as he could.

She felt her high approaching her once again, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she moaned. "I-I'm close." she said, her chest heaving.

"Fuck, me too." he groaned, his pace quickening, quickly bringing her to another orgasm with a loud moan, causing her to clench her walls around him, letting him bottom-out in her as he came, a groan leaving his lips.

They remained in that tender embrace for a minute. Spencer gazed at her with a mixture of affection and desire, and then, as if unable to resist, he began to pepper kisses all over her face.

Molly couldn't help but giggle at the sweet onslaught, feeling the warmth of each kiss. In response to his affectionate gestures, Molly decided to reciprocate. 

With a playful glint in her eyes, she captured Spencer's lips with hers.

He pulled out, Molly whimpering at the emptiness as he rolled over.

Turning towards him, she noticed his eyes closed as he gradually regulated his breathing. When his eyes reopened, meeting hers once more, she found herself already locked into a gaze with him.

"Hey, Spence..." she started. He nodded, letting her know to continue. She bit her lip, "Wanna take a bath... together?" she shyly questioned.

He smiled, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek. "Yes please."

Spencer rose gracefully from the bed, extending a hand to Molly and helping her to her feet. Their fingers intertwined, he guided her towards the bathroom, the anticipation of shared moments painting the air around them. 

He turned on the water to fill the bath, the sound providing a soothing backdrop.

In the bright bathroom light, Molly instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. Spencer, ever perceptive, noticed and tenderly grasped her wrists. "Don't be shy in front of me," he urged, his eyes filled with genuine admiration. 

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, and every inch of your body is absolutely spectacular."

Molly smiled, her eyes glistening with gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered.

As the water continued to fill the tub, Molly asked "Can you leave for a second. I need to pee". 

"You can pee in front of me. I don't mind." Spencer said as he disposed the condom in the trash can.

"Are you serious?"

He checked the water temperature and, with a sincere smile, got into the bathtub. "Absolutely," he affirmed. "I won't look if you prefer, but you have nothing to worry about."

"...Okay," Molly said as she settled on the toilet. "Don't look!"

"I won't!" Spencer assured her, complying by covering his eyes with his hands as he settled onto one side of the bathtub. 

As she relieved herself, Molly couldn't shake the feeling of awkwardness that hung in the air. She couldn't remember ever being in such close proximity to someone while performing such a private act. 

"Okay, now you can look," Molly announced  while flushing the water. She deftly pulled her hair up with a claw clip and gracefully stepped into the bathtub on the opposite side of Spencer.

Sensing an opportunity for shared intimacy, Spencer reached for her, gently turning Molly around until her back rested against his chest. The warmth of the water enveloped them as Spencer wet the sponge and applied gel, beginning to tenderly wash Molly's body.

As the sensual act unfolded, Molly relaxed into the embrace, the soothing sensation of the water and Spencer's touch.

Spencer, seeing how relaxed she is, moved his hand from her stomach to her center. Molly gasped and looked up at him. He kissed her lips and began circling her clit.

"Spencer... I don't think I can do that again," Molly confessed, uncertainty evident in her voice.

He responded by kissing her once more, his touch applying a bit more pressure to her center.

"I think you can. Tell me if you want me to stop,"

Molly's lips quivered, a suppressed moan escaping.

"Come on, I want to hear you," Spencer encouraged.

"The last one," Molly whispered, a mixture of excitement and restraint in her voice.

"The last one," Spencer echoed.

Molly didn't need long, still sensitive, it only took a couple of Spencer's skilled moves to make her unravel. She sank into his chest, her head nestled under his chin, as he began to massage her legs. "You did so well. I knew you could do one more," Spencer whispered, his voice a gentle reassurance in the intimate aftermath.

She turned around and squeezed him tightly to her body. "Can you hold me for a second?" she asked.

"Of course," Spencer replied, his arms enveloping her. "I'll hold you as long as you need." And he began to place tender kisses on her face, each one a gentle reassurance of his presence and care.

"Spence... I love you," she confessed.

He asked, almost in disbelief, "You do?"

"Yeah, I do," she affirmed with a smile.

"I love you too," Spencer replied.

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Can you say that again?" she pleaded.

"I love you. I love you so much," he repeated, his words filled with genuine emotion. He kissed her lips with hunger and love, sealing their confessions in a passionate embrace.

[fbfh]

Leo x pregnant!reader second trimester hcs

wc: 1k

warnings: pregnancy, feeling the baby move, crying /pos,

a/n: baby fever baby fever baby fever leo would be the best fucking dad can't stop thinking about how cute he'd be when you're pregnant and leo around babies i'm unwell idk what to do with myself

tags: @yesv01 @avashaye @perseajohnson @afidiofobia @thatmultifandomloser @yelenabel0vaswife @almostjollypizza @fictionalcomforts  @lizziebitch33  @jacksondeeznuts @justbookworm @urmum-xoxo @Asunnyhunny @dustyinkpages @cowboylikekelsey @cosmiq-cloud @anything-forourmoony @i-dont-remember-a-lot  @chasingpj @1dpjohoohp @mystic-writings   @babiesimagines @dreamerball @demirunner @lubsana

You’ve been moved in for a few weeks 

It’s springtime, and there are flowers blooming everywhere

The weather’s getting warmer and the windows are all open, that fresh rainy smell is in the air

You’re definitely showing now, your cute little bump is only hidden under baggy hoodies and sweatshirts

And oh my god Leo can’t keep his hands off your tummy

He’s always rubbing your bump, pressing kisses and talking to your baby

“Hi baby, it’s your daddy!” in a soft voice

He tells your baby about how your days are going, asks them questions, tells them jokes

Tells them how excited you both are to meet them

How he can’t wait to hold them

He caresses your bump, fingers tracing over the new stretch marks with love and adoration

You really are showing now, your cute little bump poking out under your clothes

Holy fuck he can’t get enough of it

Plus, now that you’re moved in you can work together on the project that has you the most excited

Planning the baby’s nursery!!!!!!

And oh my GOD you’re both so excited

You’ve been doing so much research

There is no magazine

No nursery vlog, no pinterest board, no parenting and interior design blogs you haven’t scoured 

You have a full plan to make the perfect nursery with Leo for when your little bundle of joy gets here

You and Leo have also spent countless hours laughing with each other and roasting other nurseries you see online

You send him a picture of a desaturated neutral toned minimalistic boho nursery with the caption “werner herzog’s… sad beige nursery… for sad beige children…” 

He knows where this is going, and he’s giggling before he even sees the picture

You’re totally right, too

It’s a very sad beige nursery

And the opposite of what you’re going for

But you also don’t want it to be too much sensory overload  for your little baby

You’re talking about it one night, going over ideas and designs, looking through changing tables online

It’s one of those moments where it really hits him again

You’re gonna have a baby

You’re going to have a baby!!!!!!!

You can sort of tell when those moments hit just by the way he looks at you

The soft warmth, the happy tears prickling in the corner of his eyes

There’s a certain smile that he only gets when he gets like that, it’s impossible to miss

Sometimes you just watch him think, basking in the fact that you’re really going to be living the life you both thought was laughably out of the question at 15

And now here you are, planning your baby’s nursery 

Another baby prep thing you’ve been devoting a lot of time to is shopping for baby

Your friends and family have already contributed a ton of thoughtful gifts you’re sure baby’s going to love

And you haven’t even had the baby shower yet

But you can’t stop yourselves from picking up a few outfits and toys and books whenever you’re out together 

You’ve spent countless hours in the baby section of various stores, showing each other all the cute onesies and outfits and baby shoes you find

With your bump getting bigger every day you also need to get more maternity clothes

And Leo is so supportive!!!! 

He helps you pick out the cutest stuff

He has a real knack for finding stuff that you’ll feel cute and comfortable in

And jesus christ he’s so ready to hype you up

You look so fucking pretty in all these empire waists and ruched tops 

His eyes get all sparkly and he gets the biggest most sincere smile 

He rubs his hands up and down your waist, along your back, over your bump

“You look so cute!” 

It’s contagious, really

The way he looks at you, how happy he is about everything, how much he loves you

It’s one of these times when you’re out shopping that you feel it

You’re looking at a baby onesie with an adorable little turtle print when you feel the baby move

Your jaw hits the floor and your eyes fly open

You literally drop the onesie you were holding you’re so stunned

You immediately run over to Leo, putting his hand on your tummy

He’s worried something’s wrong for a split second

Then he feels it too

Your little baby, moving around 

You both cry

He’s a cancer and you’re pregnant, you’re both definitely going to cry over this 

It’s just the most touching moment shared between you two 

Hands on your tummy, holding each other and smiling in crying at the baby gap

You end up getting the turtle onesie, considering it to be a good sign

Every time either of you see it you think of the first time you felt your baby move

Another exciting thing you’ll get to do

If you want to

Is find out baby’s gender

No matter how you go about it

If you want to find out right away 

Or keep it a surprise 

If you throw a gender reveal party or get told right away 

No matter how it goes

Or what the gender is

You’re so excited 

That’s the third big time it really hits him

You’re having a baby!!!!!!! 

And he can not wait

He seriously can’t wait 

Neither of you can wait to hold your little sundrop, your bundle of joy, your little miracle

And you’re getting closer and closer to doing just that

After a few painfully short yet agonizingly long more months

You’ll get to

And it’s feeling more real every day

[ramblingandwritings]

Dante fluff alphabet

Slight suggestive theme in this one. Also I'm getting sick of tumblr messing with my formatting time after time

A = Activities (What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?)

He personally likes grimy dive bars and he'll find a dark corner table to sit at. Of course your chair is his lap but no one in there is gonna comment on it

If you don't want to go anywhere, then Dante will get a blanket and cuddle with you on the couch. He'll put on a cheesy horror movie marathon to watch until you both pass out

B = Beauty (What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?)

Just tolerating and loving him is appreciated. He wouldn't ever expect someone to stay with him longterm, especially after seeing all the hurt and trauma hidden under his goofy exterior

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Anyplace, anytime, any position. Just say the word

D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their s/o?)

As long as you're both alive, he's more than happy. He doesn't feel like he can ask for much more than that without it biting him in the ass somehow

E= Equal (Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?)

He's actually rather relaxed regarding most choices. The only time he really steps up is if he knows you're tired of making decisions or if it's something incredibly serious that needs his involvement

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

If he was ever put into a position where he could settle down and not put everyone around him in danger, then he would in a heartbeat. He's unlikely to ever be that lucky and he knows it plus he might be a bit too old for any of that now anyway

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He gives you random trinkets everytime he goes out without you. You'll get everything from weird demonic charms to postcards

Dante doesn't expect you to get him anything but he loves weapons and good booze. If you're willing to buy him a girly mag then he just loves you more

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He'll gladly hold your hand, as long as you aren't in danger. If you're walking down the street holding hands then he'll swing your arm until you tell him to knock it off

I = Inspiration (Did their s/o change them or the other way around?)

He starts actually taking care of himself, slowly gets rid of his more self destructive habits and makes sure the utilities stay on in the shop

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?)

He comes across as being incredibly confident in your relationship and in some ways, he is. But he sees himself as a freak, and anytime someone he views as a threat gets flirty then he starts getting upset. When he was young, he'd probably start a fight over it and break someone's nose. Now that he's older he sulks around the shop until it clicks with him that you're with him for a reason and if you were gonna walk out, you would've already done it. That's enough comfort for him now

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser?)

He's damn good but he leans heavily towards the sloppy side unless there's only time for a quick peck. Nobody wants to be in the same room as you two if he goes in for what Dante considers a proper kiss, there's always a lot of tongue and shared spit involved

L = Love Confession (How would they confess to their s/o?)

At night, when he thinks you're already asleep in his arms. He lacked the confidence to say it to you in the day, too afraid of any possible rejection or discomfort. He knew it was unlikely but he still couldn't choke it out then

To his surprise and joy, after he made his quiet confession, he heard you sleepily reciprocate his love. He just holds you tighter and basks in the response

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?)

He proposes on impulse after walking past a quarter machine with rings inside. He eventually buys you a proper engagement ring to replace the incredibly cheap one

He's fine just going to the courthouse and signing the papers because he knows the second the words "marriage" "wedding" or "party" are said, Patty will magically appear with several big plans. In fact, if you say the name Patty in the courthouse while he's signing the papers, you can watch him desperately look for the nearest window to hurl himself out of

N = Nicknames (What do they call their s/o?)

Baby, babe, sweetie and honey. He'll jokingly refer to you as the ball and chain but if anyone else says it then he gets annoyed

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It's obvious to anyone that regrettably has eyes or ears. He doesn't even try to hide it, he'll keep his hand in your back pocket or you on his lap or he'll sit on your lap. You cold? Here take his jacket. You need money? Well then he'll beg, steal or borrow if he doesn't have it on him. Landlord problems? They won't be bugging you after he scares the piss out of them

P = PDA (Are they upfront about their relationship? Are they rather shy when others are watching?)

He seriously lacks the concept of shame. He'll keep an arm around your waist walking down the street and put his tongue down your throat publicly in an alleyway

Q = Quirk (Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.)

He has a pretty good sense of direction from years of traveling

R = Romance (How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?)

He's fully cliché and he embraces it

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

It takes him a while to fully open up about his childhood and his trauma slowly trickles out more year after year. It's not that he doesn't trust you, it's just hard to talk about

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It takes about six months for a relationship to actually happen after weeks of flirting and tension. He was nervous about being with someone at first

U = Understanding (How good do they know their partner?)

Dante's not a mind reader but he can tell when you're lying or uncomfortable in a second. He remembers small details even if he never mentions them

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He's not ready to stop being a demon hunter, so if you ever give him an ultimatum regarding it then it's bad news bears

W = Wild Card (A random Fluff Headcanon.)

He loves winter because it means you can share hot cocoa and cuddle up under blankets without overheating

X = XOXO (Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?)

Boy, does he! Everyone else is disgusted by it, you've been told to get a room before. He doesn't care and anyone outside the shop won't say anything a second time after he glares at them if they have a brain

Z = Zeal  (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?)

If you ever get stuck in hell then he's going through a portal after you without even blinking or thinking twice. No plan needed, he's ripping and tearing until it's done

[hargrove]

🎥 single dad verse

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.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.  It was midmorning, the sun was shining bright. The sound of waves breaking on the sand intertwined with distant laughter, talking, and someone's boombox playing The Cure's, Friday, I'm in Love. Where was Def Leppard when you needed them, Billy wondered to himself. The lawn chair he sat in was old and creaky, but he didn't care. He was basking in the feel of the sun drying water from his body, leaving behind the salt that stuck to his skin and hair. The twenty-five year old was enjoying his day off. Surfing in the morning, now lazing about until he had to think about lunch.

That wasn't to say he had no responsibilities, though. The source of all of his focus lay in his lap, head resting against his chest, completely passed out. His four year old daughter was tuckered out, hidden under a damp towel that shielded her from the sun. Blonde curls still stuck out, though, blowing lightly in the breeze. Sandy was his whole world. Her mom had skipped town when she was barely a month old, leaving Billy to raise her on his own. Being a parent wasn't something he was necessarily, good at. It's not as though he even knew what a good parent looked like. But he knew one thing for certain: he'd never abandon or hurt his little girl the way his own parents had done to him.

That point was only driven home by the thoughts that burdened his mind at that very moment. Eyes gazed out at the ocean as he breathed in the nearly tangible peace it brought him. He'd had to give up his home once before when he was forced to move to Hawkins, Indiana. That was only the beginning of the nightmare, of course. He learned all about monsters and just how real they were. He'd barely made it out of there alive. Glancing down, he could see faint tendrils of the scar in the middle of his chest that was mostly obscured by Sandy's sleeping head. The thought of going back there scared the hell out of him, but as his eyes moved to the toddler shaped towel on his torso, he knew that it was the best option.

Max and Susan knew all about Sandy. Despite him not actually being related to the Mayfields, they considered him family. And both of them wanted to help him in raising his energetic bundle of chaotic joy. He tried doing it on his own, but as he she grew, it was getting harder. Maybe a dad wasn't enough. Maybe a girl needed her aunt and grandmother, too. He'd be giving up everything, though. The only place in the world that he felt peace. His home. Only to return to his biggest nightmare.

As the four year old began to stir, though, Billy knew it wasn't even a question if it meant her happiness and well being. San Diego was hardly his everything. His real home was curled up in his arms in that very moment. Small, bluish-green eyes blinked up at him from where they peeked out under the towel. "Hey Heathen," he said quietly with a little smile.

She perked up at the familiar nickname. "Hi Daddy."

"You want to go on an adventure?" he asked.

That instantly got her attention and she sat up a little, the towel falling to her shoulders. "To space?" she asked excitedly.

"No." He shook his head with an amused smirk.

"Cannland?"

He actually chuckled as she tried to say Candyland. "Nope. We're going to Hawkins."

Sandy blinked, looking utterly confused. "Hos- Hop- Hokt- -Tins?"

"You're gonna get to meet your Auntie Max. And if you're nice, she might even teach you how to skateboard like the big kids."

That did it. Sandy lit up and grinned, her tiny teeth shining in the sun.

"It means we have to say goodbye to the beach, though. But we'll get snow." He hated snow, but Sandy had never experienced it, so he knew it might sound exciting to her. "We'll get woods. We'll get..." There really wasn't much going for Hawkins, was there?

"Tanty Mass!"

"Auntie Max," Billy confirmed. "So what do you say, Heathen? You in?"

The toddler took a moment, looking to the ocean as though it were a friend she'd have to leave. She looked sad for a moment, and Billy could relate. But then she turned her attention back to him, the spitfire energy ablaze in her eyes that he knew all too well. "Yes!"

"Alright then. Hawkins, here we come."

[lithuanianking]

your blog always makes me happy when I look at it. I don’t know why. But I like how you unapolegitcally talk about your interests and I hope to be the same one day, don’t stop being u

-🗝️ (just a little sign off in case I send u another ask)

Gosh you're so sweet. This genuinely made me so happy had to take a minute to bask in my joy.

Little shop of horrors has actually been kinda a gateway drug to embrace myself and my interests more. I mean I will talk about it to anyone who will or won't listen about it. Like I've followed someone around talking about it when she rudely walked away as I was going on.

I mean in real life people don't give a shit about what I say or my opinions,they've made that clear. But online there's some level of anonymity because you can't see my face. Online I can actually find people who wanna hear what I wanna say and honestly since I don't care if I never did find anyone because frankly I'm gonna say it anyways.

I'm passionate,I like thinks 1000% and I like to go on about tiny details and just go on and on (as you can tell by this essay in response lol)frankly life's to short to not be yourself and let people know who you are.

Also its tumbler there's way worse things said here than someone talking about what they like.

I hope you do find that courage someday,I truly do. I used to have so much social anxiety that I was afraid to comment on posts. It's great having a space to be yourself it's truly liberating.

I hope we speak again,even though there's no 100% certainty I'll ever talk to you again,people can lie and claim to be you affter all,I hope you find what you're looking for and hope I can continue to make you happy.

Thank you for being in my life even if it's Just for a brief moment.

<3

[ask-hannah-blog]

Are you.... sure about all this Hannah? I mean. If the clients are happy I suppose that's what matters but... is this what they signed up for? I don't know, I'm getting some bad brain fog. Wish I just had someone to tell me what's right... urgh... feel dumb...

Goodness me. I’m gonna have to start punishing you pesky readers who think to question me.

But I’ll show some understanding since you’re obviously a confused little pet. You don’t just feel dumb, you are dumb. Dumb dumb dumb. You already have someone to tell you what’s right. It’s me! Dummy. Your queen. Even if you’re not a clown yet, if you listen to my advice you can already consider yourself one of my servants, my peasants, a dumb little minion.

So my little pea brain, I think now would be a good time to tell you more about what happened with my bimbo couple, just so you can see how dumb you were for second guessing me.

——-

My two pink hair Clownies see me and instantly start fucking, which is such a cute reaction! After he cums in her they both just drop to their knees and start kissing and worshiping me.

“You’re so pretty Hannah!”

“You’re so hot, my dick has been hard for you since Christmas.”

“Bambi is cute like you now isn’t she? Her skin is all white and makeupy.”

“There’s just something about your blue hair, that I can’t get out of my head.”

And I accept it all of course, because I’m a good queen, and they’re just doing what comes naturally to them. You gotta remember that my treatment is all about acceptance.

Then Bambi looks up at me with those big blue eyes. “Can we play with Ms. Kissy Hannah?”

I know exactly what she’s talking about, and who can say no to a bimbo? So I sigh and pull my shirt up to reveal the clown face I have drawn around my bellybutton. That’s permanent now by the way, for any clowns out there feeling like I’m not very freaky, don’t worry the body paint is getting out of hand.

It’s so funny how horrified Bambi was last time I told her to tongue my belly button, and now she’s asking for it, better than asking for it she’s spreading the joy to other clowns! What a good girl.

He looks hesitant though, he’s farther gone than she was when I spring this on her, but he’s still a little confused. He probably still thinks clown sex is about having sex as a clown. The little dummy. He’s giggling nervously eyes locked on the little needy hole in my stomach.

“It’s part of her therapy.” I informed him, quite scholarly. “That’s why you’re here today hubby. You see your wife has an insatiable desire to kiss girls. But you guys want to stay monogamous.”

Bambi was inching closer to my stomach, batting her eyes like she was trying to seduce the drawing.

“So we’re using Ms. Kissy here to let her express these feelings.” I smiled at her. “Go ahead dear.” Shevlet out an excited squeal and buried her tongue right where it belonged.

Goodness girl tongue inside my belly button feels so good! @_@

He’s fascinated, his dick pops up out of his pants immediately. I can tell he’s not trying to jerk it. He’s struggling a little bit. Trying to be the decent normie I’d known, Bambi’s daddy who stuck through her transformation and made it all work. Trying not to masturbate him self raw to his wife tonging her therapist’s belly. “Come on Hubby, this is part of her treatment, we have to be supportive of her.”

I pushed my clowny form of therapy into his mind. I could feel some kind of control over him. I could feel his resistance and I could feel my majestic words, my therapeutic genius navigate him around his resistance.

The gears in his head were spinning as I pet his’s wife’s head. Her pink hair was so soft, way softer than human hair. “Come join her Hubby, it’ll mean a lot to her.”

And that was that. So his tongue was buried just as deep and I was getting eaten out by a married couple, their tongues battling for the taste and texture of my belly.

And there I was basking in the pleasure of it all. Queen of the world. “You know Hubby, there are things you can do that will help satisfy Bambi’s cravings for girls. Have you ever heard of a sissy?”

——-

See how happy they were, how eager both of them were to participate in their treatment? That’s what healing looks like.

It’s not your fault my pet.

Like you said, you’re dumb.

You need some to tell you what’s right.

Actually, no even that’s wrong dummy.

You don’t need to know what’s right, just who’s right.

Right?

And it’s me.

You know it’s true.

You can count on me, you can rely on me, you can wait on me.

Yes you can.

Good pet.

Good pet for nodding along, for smiling, for using that deficient little brain to realize that I’m the one who makes your life make sense.

It’s okay to feel horny at me telling you all this.

It makes sense.

And if there’s something I tell you that doesn’t make sense, then you should discard that part of your life that makes it feel wrong.

For instance:

You’re just a dumb little clown peasant in my wonderfully clowny kingdom.

You have two options.

Either I’m right, and that statement makes sense.

Or I’m right, and that statement doesn’t make sense.

You know what to do then, right?

Surely even my dumbest minion knows how to obey, right?

So obey!

Take that part that doesn’t make sense and make it make sense. Be a clown! Be dumb. Serve me.

Easy as 1…2…3!

You don’t even have to take off your shoes to count that high!

1…2…3

Clown

1…2…3

Dumb

1…2…3

Obey

Good pet, good clown.

Now just as a warning you may start to feel sick, over the next week, but that’s okay. Just know it will help you be happier on the other side! That’s a nice thought huh?

And about the brain fog, have fun with it. It’s only scary if you fight it. Let those though ideas melt into vapor. What color is your brain vapor? It’s pretty isn’t it? Breath it in, touch it, taste it. Mmmmm isn’t that nice? Nice and dumb, nice and foggy. It’s actually a good thing isn’t it? Fuzzing up those worries, those anxieties, those long nasty words.

Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

I hope that answers your question!

Ms. Hannah.

[sarah-sandwich]

Happy birthday Sarah!! I hope this next year is filled with lots of joy and comfort and just bunches of good things because you deserve all the bestest things 💖 may you have your most favoritest meal (prepared and dishes done by someone else) and bask in the cool fall weather in a cozy sweater with a mug of ur favoritest warm beverage and a nice book and a kitty on ur lap

Ps feels like just yesterday I was wishing u a happy 30 flirty and thriving how is the inevitable passage of time possibly going so fast

Pps it's 1am for me here sorry if I'm incoherent words are not functioning but I was up and I was like oooh gotta wish Sarah a happy bday so yes here we are! I am speaking good things for ur bday into existence !!

Hannaaahhhhh this was the sweetest most wonderful thing to wake up to. Literal tears in my eyes heart so full it overfloweth gonna have to go for a walk to scream and deal with all the warm fuzzies

I hope you have a wonderful restful week and get to eat some good food with great company and that you get to have a long weekend of rest and joy. And yes a kitty on your lap bc what could be better?

PS. I saw your Minecraft woes. Sorry that happened and sorrier to remind you about it. I've never been brave enough to go into the nether but that sounds like the most frustrating way to die lol

[lovecolibri]

SaL anon here bestie, still basking in my loathing and disappointment but here to wish us luck for tonight's LS finale/wedding extravaganza. In truth I'm not watching this till later since i'm pretty sure if I do it today the bad vibes from last night will spill over and ruin and joy I might get. But in case you are I hope it can give some joy after the abomination of last night (where's the petition for ABC to fire KR, when one is made I'll be there signing, with bullet points). Cheers 🍸!!

I am watching tonight and I have not been following much of what has been said to be coming up so I'm just here to be surprised and see a wedding! And then I'm gonna go back to fic to calm down before I try to tackle my inbox.

Happy hiatus friend, we needed it! Now let's just see if ABC takes this 8 months to listen to feedback and get 911 back on track!

[naanima]

Just sitting here, basking in the soft joy of Oilers being knocked out of the playoffs, and IGNORING the pain coming my way tomorrow bcos Stars are gonna break me.

(Being happy for Jack Eichel, but if the Stars make it through I'm gonna be praying for VGK's defeat. But like Stars... Ahahahaha. CRIES.)

[lifetimeshipper]

New Life, New Obstacles

Chapter 24

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Magnus walks into Strongarm's room to see how she's doing, "Hey honey, how did the ultrasound go?"

"It was great, we saw the sparkling and heard its spark pulse," she replied with joy.

"Do you know the gender of it?"

"No, we wanted it to be a surprise."

"Oh, okay. How are you feeling? You seem to be a lot more cheerful now."

"I'm feeling great. Was this how you felt when you and Mom had me?"

"Yes, we were very happy. Thank you, Steeljaw, for sticking with her and helping her pull through."

"Of course, anything for my mate," he replied with a smile as he hugged Strongarm.

"How do you feel after seeing your sparkling, sire-to-be?"

"Happy, full of pride that we're bringing life into this world."

"As well as you should be."

Steeljaw looked back to Strongarm with a loving smile. Strongarm looked back at him with a loving smile of her own.

"Let's go get some Energon. What do you say?" Magnus suggested.

"OK," Steeljaw replied unmoving, keeping his optics on his mate.

"Steeljaw, you're gonna have to take your optics off me so you can see where you're going," Strongarm says with a giggle as they start walking.

"Don't worry I'll be- oof," he ran into the doorframe.

Strongarm couldn't help but laugh, "I warned you. Are you alright?"

"I'm okay," he assured her as he left to catch up with Ultra Magnus. Still laughing, Strongarm runs to catch up with them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arcee was basking in the sun beside Metalsound, "You didn't want the gender to be a surprise?" The Predacon asked with closed optics.

"No, I was very curious to know. You're gonna make it a surprise?"

"I like surprises."

"I see."

"As long as the sparkling's healthy I'll be happy," she added.

"Same, I just want a healthy sparkling."

"It's what we all want." Metalsound stretched her legs, "Man this sun feels good."

"Yes, it does."

"I'm going to go for a short fly, maybe Windblade would like to join me."

"Alright. I'm gonna go see what Wheeljack's up to."

"OK, see you later," Metalsound left to find the female seeker.

Arcee finds Wheeljack practicing his swordsmanship against Drift and walks over to them.

"Hello, Arcee. How are you feeling?" Jetstorm greeted.

"Hello, Jetstorm. I'm feeling better, thank you."

"And how is the sparkling?" Slipstream asked.

"It's doing fine."

"Do you know if it's a mech or a femme?"

"It's a mech."

"Congratulations," the twins said simultaneously.

"Have you thought of a name for the child?" Slipstream asked.

"Thanks. No, haven't thought of any yet, will have to talk to Wheeljack about it."

Drift had managed to evade Wheeljack's blade with his own, "Shall we call this a draw?" Drift asked with a small smirk.

"Yeah, sure."

Arcee walked over to Wheeljack and hugged him and he hugged her back, "You almost had him," she said with a smile.

"Yeah. Thanks for the support, babe."

"My pleasure. Have any ideas for what we're naming our sparkling?" She asked as she led him to their room.

"How about Seajumper?"

"Seajumper?"

"Yeah, Seaspray and Cliffjumper. Kind of like a remembrance of them."

Arcee smiled as she remembered her old partner, she was sure Wheeljack was thinking of Seaspray as well, "I like it," she replied softly as she leaned onto his shoulder.

"Good," he says as he leans in and kisses her on the helm.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Magnus, Steeljaw, and Strongarm are drinking their Energon, all the while Strongarm keeps looking at Steeljaw and giggling a bit.

"What's so funny?" Steeljaw asked in confusion.

"Still thinking about earlier."

"I guess it was kind of funny," he chuckled.

"What happened earlier?" Ultra Magnus asked.

"Steeljaw wasn't paying attention to where he was going because he was looking at me and he ran into the doorpost."

The commander blinked before taking a sip of his Energon, hiding a small smile of amusement.

"I told him to stop looking at me and pay attention to where he was going but he wouldn't listen."

If his daughter was trying to get him to laugh she was succeeding. They hear a gurgle as he lets out a small laugh while drinking.

"Is he okay?" Sideswipe asked as he walked by.

Strongarm giggled, "Yeah, he's just fine. Just laughing at something funny."

"Laughing? I didn't think he was capable of laughing, let alone smiling," he shuddered at the thought of seeing Ultra Magnus smiling.

"Hey! Watch it, kid!" Magnus says when he stops drinking.

"Sorry," the speedster yelped as he took off running.

All three started laughing as they watched him run off. Windblade came walking over, "Hey, guys."

"Hey, Windblade. How are you?" Strongarm greeted.

"Doing good. What's so funny?" She walks over to get some Energon and sits down with them.

"Just Sideswipe, Dad scared him."

"Oh, that figures. He seems to get scared about anything," she says with a chuckle, "How are you doing, Strongarm? Feeling alright?" She could feel Steeljaw glaring at her and heard him let out a small growl as he took a sip of his Energon but she shrugged it off.

Steeljaw, stop it.

Stop what?

"I'm great," she grinned. Stop glaring at Windblade.

"That's good. Do you have a problem with me, Steeljaw?"

Steeljaw just looked away, sipping on his Energon. Ultra Magnus looks between Steeljaw and Windblade in confusion, "Did something happen between you two?"

"I believe I know what this is about. He's still upset with you, Windblade, for telling me all that stuff about him which caused me to question his loyalty."

Windblade looks at Steeljaw, "You're still upset about that? That happened about half a year ago."

Steeljaw growled slightly, "I know, but I'm still a bit ticked off about it. I almost lost Strongarm thanks to you. You better not do it again."

Windblade threw up her servos, "In my defense, I was looking after my friend and making sure she didn't get hurt."

Strongarm placed a servo on Steeljaw's shoulder as she sent him a wave of love to calm him down, "We're going out for a drive," Strongarm said getting up and pulling Steeljaw up as well. "Nice talking to you again, Windblade," she says as she walks off with Steeljaw following after her.

Once they get to the gate they transform and drive off. Hard to believe we've been together for half a year. Strongarm said in disbelief through the bond.

I know, time really flew by. I just hope I make you just as happy as you make me.

You do.

[myafterlifeisbetterthenyours]

OBSESSIVE STOLAS x Male Imp pt.4

(This is a long fanfic and will consist of multiple parts.)

Stolas sat in the family limo, enjoying the smooth rumble of limos engine as he travelled home. Along the way, he felt... at peace.

As though, all the problems that plagued his mind before, had... evaporated.

Stolas ran a hand down his chest, his thighs grinding together as he thought about his time with you.

You were so gentle. So tender and elegant with him. As though he were some delicate piece of art.

But he knew the truth...

You handled him so delicately, because you wanted him to feel loved.

...Because you loved him.

The thought sending a whole new wave of warmth threw him.

So focused on the events that just transpired was he, he didn't even notice his arrival home.

He walked through the building blissfully unawares of all around him, almost in a drunken state.

Entering his chambers he found the bed made and empty.

Of course it was, Stella hadn't shared there bed since Blitzø fell into Stella's brunch.

He'd once found it all so charming. Blitzø's brash, rough and tumble attitude had once made him swoon.

But now when he thought about being with Blitzø, he just felt like an idiot for having thought there relationship was anything beyond a business transaction.

But now he had you. And you were all he needed now.

He fell onto his bed, not bothering with the covers. Content to just lay there and bask in the light you brought to his life.

But those tears he shed had took a toll on him, and as much as he wished to bask in this warmth he could feel sleep taking him and with one more happy thought of you, he allowed sleep take him.

He awoke early the morning, and despite being bathed in the light of Hell's crimson sun.

He felt cold.

As though all the warmth youd given him yesterday had simply vanished.

He sat up, sluggishily removing the covers went about preparing for his day of... nothing.

Stella hadn't allowed him anywhere near his usual meeting or appointments, not since- well you know what happened.

Perhaps he'd try and talk to his beloved Octavia. If she was feeling hospitable.

Hmmm. Perhaps not. He should probably just give her some space.

Besides he realised an even more important thing he could do with his morning.

Learning everything he could about You.

Turning over, he found his phone. Looking through his contacts.

He found your name, going into your contact he considered messaging you, but decided against it. He didn't want to bother you so early in the morning.

Instead he pulled up Voxtigram, his main form of communication, before typing in your name.

But he couldn't find you.

So he checked Blitzø's friend list, he eventually found you, it turns out you just had your name backwards, something that made him chuckle.

Seeing pictures of Blitzø sent pangs of sadness through his chest, but he soldiered on.

Scrolling through your pictures, he didn't find much.

Alot of them were just pictures of the places you'd been, or one of the weapons you used on the job.

He eventually did find some of you.

The first he found was you and the two other Imps that worked there, Millie and Moxxie he was pretty sure were there names.

The next was you on your first day at work.

It was a selfie of you in a group hug with Blitzø and the others.

You were all clearly being forced by Blitzø.

The awkward little smile you wore sent a wave of warmth through him.

Scrolling further down, he found more pictures of you. Most of them were just you relaxing at a variety of places, or after after getting a new outfit. Just general stuff about your life in hell.

Then he found one that made his heart skip a beat.

It was a picture of you. Wearing just a pair of shorts at the gym.

You were pulling a little pose, flexing your muscles in front of a mirror, a shy little blush across your cheeks.

Stolas' swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry.

He rubbed his thighs together as he fantasised about licking the sweat off your abs.

With a shake to his head, he decided now was a good time to get out of bed.

Leaving his phone as he went and took a nice long shower.

A nice long, cold shower.

Getting out, he chose a more casual outfit.

An old T-shirt and some jeans he reserved for comfy home clothes. He didn't have anywhere to be.

He made his way to the kitchen, where he found Octavia sitting at the table.

The more calculating part of his brain told him to just leave her alone, but he decided against it. He shouldn't hide from his daughter, she needed to know he was still there for her 'Hello darling, how did you sleep.' He asked pleasantly.

Octavia looked up at him, her eyes looking cold and annoyed. So, not all to different from her usual teenage gaze.

'I slept fine dad.' She sai, her voice dull and lifless, before looking back down at her phone.

Stolas swelled with joy.

His daughter was speaking to him again. Everything seemed seemed to be getting better for him.

Pouring himself a bowl of serial, he took a rather lecherous lstroll down memory lane, Thinking about his time with you.

He didn't know how long he'd been thinking about you, but he was quickly pulled out of it when he felt something hit him on the back.

The clanging of cutlery that followed soon after gave him a good idea of what it was.

Turning around he found a rather angry teenage owl glaring at him.

Before he could ask what was wrong. The owlet released a frustrated growl. 'Can you just not?' She asked rhetorically.

Running down her face she told him 'I have do deal with you and Mums B.S. all the time, can you just not fantasise about your fuckin Blitzy~ in front of me.'

She fell back into her seat with a huff.

Stolas was a little shocked. He hadn't thought his beloved daughter could be so course.

'I-I... I didn't realise I was being so bothersome.' He said, sounding perhaps a bit to wounded.

Octavia sighed, 'Can you just not in the kitchen. Where we eat, please?' She asked, going back to her breakfast.

Stolas sighed, picking up his now soggy bowl of serial. 'How long had I been in that state?' He asked himself.

'Five minutes' answered Octavia not looking up from her phone.

'Oh' he said to himself, taking the bowl he poured it into the trash. 'Well that's disgusting.'

He chuckled to himself. Looking over his shoulder he said 'Well, I'm sure you'll be happy to hear you won't be hearing much about Blitzø... ever again.' He told her being perhaps a little vitriolic.

Getting a cup from the cupboard, he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Walking over to Octavia he went to take a seat, but stopped upon seeing her distrustful gaze.

Taking a seat he sighed. 'Octavia, darling... I know these past few weeks haven't been easy on you. And I know much of that-" He had to stop as Octavia glared daggers at him. "...All of it, was my fault. But I promise, things will get better... for both of us.' He took her hand into his own. 'I promise.'

Octavia looked up at him, she looked so startled by his words.

It seemed like she was gonna say something, dew drops forming in the corners of her eyes.

He was about to say something when Octavia shot up and ran away.

Stolas sat there. For a long while. His conversation running over in his mind.

Taking a drink from his coffee he stood up, put his cup in the sink and left.

He found himself in his garden, perhaps the last place he still felt at home on the palace grounds.

Trying to calm himself down went about his usual grooming routine.

Trimming bushes, feeding his plants, pulling weeds and just general plant care.

And as much as his plants soothed his nerves,, he could feel his mood shifting.

The depression beganing to invade his thoughts.

He felt himself become that miserable husk that got shoved out of Blitzøs office.

He clutched his head, hunching over on the brink of tears. His thoughts became like daggers, stabbing into his thoughts.

But before he could shed a tear, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.

Pulling it out, he found it was a call from you.

In something of a surprised stupor, he answered the call. He tried to clear the emotion from his voice before saying 'Hello?'

'Stolas? Are you okay? You sound upset.' You asked him, concern in your voice.

'(Y/N)?! I... I'm...' he was going to tell you some fluff story, pretending he was fine and probably throwing a few lewd innuendos I'm there.

But, he choked... He just couldn't.

'No... No I'm not okay.' He told you, on the brink of tears. 'I feel like everything is broken and it's all my fault.'

You took a moment to respond, clearing your throat you said. 'Stolas... why did you sleep with Blitzø?'

Stolas was taken aback, 'P-Pardon?'

You sighed, 'Did you want to hurt your family when you chose to sleep with Blitzø?'

Bringing up it was he who made of decision to sleep with Blitzø, made his self loathing grow like a fire.

'N-No!' He told you 'I would never want to hurt my family...'

'Its alright Stolas, I know you wouldn't want to hurt them... But you slept with him for a reason Stolas, you need to know what it is.'

Stolas wasn't sure how to answer, he didn't really know the answer. He could lie, tell you it was just a spur of the moment decision, but that just wasn't true.

'I-I don't know.' He stated, more then said. 'I don't know why I did it... I just... don't know.'

He sat there for several moments, his mind going into overdrive as he thought over the question.

'Its alright Stolas, I believe you. But you need to figure it out, this is something that will haunt you until you figure it out." You told him, trying your best to be serious.

Stolas wiped his eyes, before asking you, 'why did you call (Y/n)? I... don't remember giving you my number!' He mumbled out, rubbing his eye.

You coughed, clearing your throat, 'Don't worry about that. I actually called you because, well I mean, I was wondering, if maybe you wanted to do something tomorrow?' You asked him, voice thick with bashfulness.

Stolas was really taken aback, 'You... You want to do something... With me?' He asked incredulously.

You chuckled on the other end of the phone. 'If I were there right now, Stolas, I'd probably boop you right on a nose.' You tell him through a smile.

'I'd love to do something!' Stolas practically cheered. You chuckled, before telling him 'Great, Ive already got an idea, but if youd like to do-'

Before you could finish your note, Stolas shouted, 'I'd love Too!'

Stolas quickly calmed down, before clearing his throat, 'Sorry... I mean, I'd love to do whatever you had in mind.' He said, cringing at how desperate he'd sounded.

'Good to hear' You chuckled, 'Well, there's this great wine place I know that makes the best little pizzas, and I, uh, wanted to share it with you.'

Your words sent a wave of ecstasy through his body. You not only wanted to spend time with him but actively sought him out to spend time with him.

You were everything he wished Blitzø was.

And he loved it.

He didn't need Blitzø.

He had you now.

'Of course (Y/N), It would be my pleasure to spend some time with you.' He told you, biting his lip.

He felt like a school girl with her first crush, a youthful giddiness clouded his mind.

'Oh? Well I've got tomorrow off, does that work for you? We can do it another day if your busy.' You told him, concern clear in your voice.

It was Stolas' turn to laugh at the tone in your voice.

'I don't have anything on tomorrow, so I'd love to accompany you to yor wine and pizza place. Nothing would make me happier.' He told you earnestly.

He could hear the smile in your voice, as you told him. 'Well, I'm happy to hear that. I'll send you the address later today, call me if you need any directions... I'll see you then, Stolas.'

'I...' Stolas wanted to tell you how much he loved you, just how much joy you brought him with one simple phone call.

He wanted to tell you, but didn't have the words.

As he tried to manifest the words he needed, he heard say through the phone.

'Its alright Stolas. I look forward to seeing you too.'

You told him simply, Stolas just sighed. How you always knew what he was trying to say.

'I'll see you tomorrow, My Beloved.' he told you before you hung up.

Hearing the tell tale dial tone, looking down at the phone, your image in the caller I.D. bringing a smile to his face.

[struggling-author]

Fireworks

an Azulaang Family short story

The sun was starting to set on the Fire Nation capital, but the streets were still buzzing with life. A little girl could be seen chasing her brother down the streets, towards the waterfront, laughing all along the way. Trailing behind them were their two parents as well as their older sister, Ursa. Ever the elegant and courteous princess, she rolled her eyes at the younger children's antics, though she too wore a wide smile on her face.

Usually, their father would be right up ahead with them, chasing his children down with the threat of tickles and other oh so horrible forms of torture, but on this day he was content just walking in the back with their mother on his arm. Their children all knew why, of course. They had heard the story many times, and they were sure they'd hear it again before the day was over.

Walking along the streets with her husband, Azula still couldn't quite fathom that this was her life now. She remembered a time when these people, celebrating all around her, would kneel and cower in fear at her presence. She remembered another time, when they scowled and booed at the sight of her, some even going as far as grabbing cabbages off a nearby stand to throw at her. And even when that subsided, she remembered the shocked gasps and quiet whispers when the Avatar first kissed her in public. Things were so different now. The pair had been far from an unusual occurrence, even in the poorer parts of town, when they'd lived in the palace, and even now, after moving to Air-Temple Island, they made sure to visit at least once a year. Partially, that was due to her husband's apparent need to prove to her and the world that he wasn't ashamed of her, and while she'd always been vocally against it, deep down she was eternally grateful.

"Look, it's the Avatar!" A little kid shouted. "And princess Azula!" another followed, pointing in their direction.

Heads turned, and some people gave friendly nods or waved their hats at the couple, before continuing with their celebrations. A few kids swarmed around them, and Azula was glad to have her husband there pulling most of the attention, or she would for sure have lost her mind.

She felt something tugging at her sleeve and turned around to find a little girl staring up at her.

"Look, princess Azula!" She said, pumping her tiny fist in the air and igniting a flame abound the size of a matchstick.

"Impressive." She commented, and the girl's eyes lit up with joy.

"When I'm older, I wanna be just as great of a firebender as you!"

Azula gave a light chuckle.

"I'm sure you will be," and bending down to whisper in her ear she added, "maybe even a little better."

When they finally made it out of the crowd, Aang lead her into a more quiet back road, where they could enjoy being alone for a while. Their children were old enough now not to run off and get lost if they were left unsupervised for more than a minute, so they could afford to take a little detour.

As they walked along the street, Azula laid her head on her husband's shoulder, and as she did, Aang felt like, just for a moment, the weight of the world had been lifted off them, and he saw only her.

"This is the same street we walked along 17 years ago, remember?" Aang mused.

"Hmm... the crowd was all over us for a whole nother reason that day." She remembered the food stains that had covered her favorite dress. "You pulled me into this street to escape, but the night was basically ruined. You looked so sad like you were the one they'd thrown the stuff at, but you still carefully bent every single stain off my dress, until it looked as good as new."

Aang, who'd closed his eyes to bask in the last rays of sunlight, let them shoot open again.

"You're wearing it today!" He said, having just realized it.

She smiled as she stepped back and gave him a little half twirl to show it off.

"You're as beautiful as the day I fell in love with you." Aang said, mesmerized.

Azula beamed at his flattery. Returning to her place at his side, she continued her story.

"You said we should just go home after that, but you sounded so disappointed about it. I knew how much you'd been looking forward to this day though, so instead I dragged you over to the fortress wall overlooking the port. We got there just in time to see the fireworks."

Aang had taken her hand now, as they kept walking.

"I never understood why they'd made losing the war a Fire Nation national holiday, but that day, I finally did. Everything I had now, my whole life, that I never even knew I wanted... none of that could’ve happened under my father’s rule, not even if we’d won the war.“ She gave a brief pause, turning to face her husband. ”That day, I finally let myself fall in love with you“

When they got to the fortress wall, their children were already waiting for them. Ursa just sat there enjoying the view, while Zuki used her glider to fly across the water and Kuzon kept jumping up and down at the wall like he wanted to join her. After a particularly ambitious jump, he almost fell over and into the water, but luckily his father was there to catch him midair.

"Careful buddy, we don't wanna fall now, do we?"

"No," He said shaking his head "sorry Daddy."

Aang gave him a smile. "It's alright. Now go hug Mommy."

And when he ran up to her and was lifted into her arms, Zuki also came to a landing next to them.

”Me next!“ She shouted, looking up at her mother, and received a gentle pat on her little head.

"You too?" the Avatar asked his eldest daughter, still sitting off to the side.

"I think I'm good.“ She answered. "So are you gonna tell us your sappy love story again?"

"You know what?" Aang said as he looked at his wife, smiling and playing with their two happy children. "I don't need to. I live a new love story with her every day."

At that, his daughter burst out laughing, punching him ever so lightly in the arm.

"Oh my god, Dad. That was the cheesiest thing you've ever said! And the bar is already so high!"

Aang just laughed as well, putting an arm around his daughter, as his wife and other children came to sit beside them.

Sitting together on the little fortress wall, just like Aang and Azula had done years ago, they watched the fireworks go off in the distance.