#please reblog I’d love for this to break containment

[withleeknow]

hi lovely!! first off congrats on 1k that's so so awesome and you deserve all that + more truly :( your writing is so tender and so lovey

i would to join in on your little drabble event!!! could you do something for hanji and the song compass by the neighbourhood? that song reminds me of him so so much so i hope you get the vision!! thank you angel and have a beautiful day!! ✮⋆˙

compass.

pairing: producer!jisung x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, hurt/comfort?, fluff, swearing, arson jokes? lmao word count: 1.4k

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you're always there to help me when i'm down i'm lucky you've been keeping me around you're the star i look for every night when it's dark, you'll stick right by my side

compass - the neighbourhood

"fuck, fuck, fuck!"

the sound of jisung's verbalized frustration draws your attention to his desk and setup in the middle of room, where he's been sitting for the better part of two hours, hunched over the equipment like he often does when he's in the studio.

it's written all over his face just how upset he is that this particular piece he's working on isn't flowing right. the deep furrow between his eyebrows communicates utter displeasure. the clench of his jaw tells you he's angry, and that he's angry at himself for not being able to work through his block.

you abandon your comfortable spot on the couch in favor of pattering over to his side where he's all tensed up like an aggrieved hamster whose body can't contain the annoyance he feels. jisung can be short-tempered sometimes, but you know how to handle him in moments like this.

sliding a hand over his back, you say, "take a little break with me."

he huffs out a breath, eyes still focused on his laptop screen. "i can't afford a break. chan hyung expects this to be done in two days."

"so it's in two whole days. you can leave it for fifteen minutes, it won't kill you."

"but i still have to rework the first verse and figure out what in the fucking hell this second verse is-"

"han jisung," you scold him lightly, to which he instantly shuts up and peers up at you with his big eyes, immediately apologetic when he recognizes his harsh language.

"sorry," he mumbles, "i'm just stressed."

"which is why you need a break. you're not doing anyone any good just sitting here and trying to make your laptop explode with your eyes."

he lets out a pathetic-sounding mewl but he follows you to the couch regardless. jisung knows you're right because you always are. you're the more level headed between the two of you, whereas he's the one who lets his emotions get the better of him sometimes.

before, he would often succumb to his negative feelings. it's hard to keep his cool when nothing seems to go right and there's a deadline on his ass. he'd get so frustrated with his work that sometimes, he would delete whole tracks off his drive only to instantly regret it and spiral even more. he'd take it out on the people around him with his grumpy attitude and misplaced pettiness.

when jisung is overwhelmed, he tends to spin out in all directions. he splinters and drowns in a sea of his own making, constantly being pushed away further and further from shore because he doesn't know how to anchor himself, how to hold on so he wouldn't drift far away. his solution to soothe his anger has always been to give into it, to rip whole pages from notebooks and lock himself in his studio for hours on end until he could plow through the stubborn creative block. it'd often leave him exhausted - emotionally and physically so - and in no better state than he started out with.

jisung accepted this a long time ago - that his way of dealing with his emotions wasn't very healthy, but it was the only way he knew.

that is, until you popped into his world and taught him that people can be lifelines too. falling upon him like a wish that he never realized he was making his whole life.

"what's the matter, baby?" you ask, prompting him to air out his grievances as he lays his head on your chest while you card your fingers through his soft curls. he leans into you instantly, a long sigh escaping his pouty lips. jisung's got a lot of pride, and he would rather die before admitting to anyone that he loves to be babied by you behind closed doors.

he knows the question is just your way of getting him to verbalize all of his pent-up frustration, and not because you're eager to help him traipse through his mind palace and solve whatever dilemma he's having with the track. let's be honest, you never really have a clue what he's talking about, but it helps that you're keen on listening to him even though you can't offer him any valuable insight. more than you could ever know, it does wonders for jisung, just being able to untangle his thoughts and release the mess in his mind.

he could simply just talk to chan, sure, or any of his other friends who work in the industry. but again, his pride is an awful thing sometimes.

you never make him feel like he has prove himself to earn your love and attention, though. around you, jisung feels enough as he is. there's never been any need to toughen up in your presence.

"i just... i can't work with this track. nothing is flowing right. i hate everything i come up with." he rambles on about the things that plague his mind; topline this and beats that - they're really just words to you. you weren't blessed with the same genius in music that jisung was, so you just listen until he's done, until he concludes his tangent with a groan as he nuzzles further into the comfort of your warmth.

"you said that the last time, you know?"

"said what?"

"that everything sucks and you hate it."

"because everything sucks," he whines again, his eyebrows knitted together as he adorns a petulant pout. "and i hate it."

as you play with his fluffy hair, you feel him lean into your touch like it's the very thing that will bring him clarity. in a way, it does. your gentle touch may not give him the answer he needs, but it quiets the static in his mind, drowns out the continuous buzzing that muddles his brain.

"you're too hard on yourself," you say, to which jisung just huffs out a breath in disagreement. "i'm serious. you say this every time but it all still works out in the end. you're so smart, and talented. you shouldn't forget that."

his frown only deepens in response to your words. he knows you're right; things have always turned out fine before. trust the process and all that shit, but he's hot-headed and impatient sometimes, and he doesn't want to endure the stress that often comes with the process. he just wants to get to the finish line.

then, you continue, "remember 13?"

"what about 13?"

"you didn't like it at first either. you were so dramatic about it. but you sucked it up and finished it anyway. you made a hit and nobody could stop talking it. i believe in you. you just need to believe in yourself too."

in complete silence except for the sound of your steady heartbeat in his ears, jisung keeps laying on top of you like a weighted blanket, soaking up your words as a flower would in warm sunlight. of course he remembers 13 and the day he let you listen to the song for the first time. you'd nearly burst into tears in the middle of this studio, pressing kisses all over his face while you gushed over how proud you were of him.

"damn you," he mutters after a while. "why do you have to be so rational?"

"someone's gotta be. if i wasn't here, you probably would've ripped all your hair out, set your keyboard on fire and ran off into the woods."

he shoots up instantly, propping himself on two elbows as he glares at you even though you've got a valid point. it's not that far-fetched of a scenario.

"what?" you tilt your head with a coy smile. "am i wrong?"

jisung stares at you for a quick minute, and it's that very smile you're wearing that mitigates his frustrations and dulls his urge to sabotage his work out of self-inflicted anger. he says nothing at all, just leans down quickly to give you a kiss full of appreciation, despite the way there was a frown tugging on his eyebrows only seconds prior.

"you good now?" you ask, the words coming out a little muffled against his mouth.

if it's with you, then he is. you're the anchor that helps him part his stormy seas. you're the compass that always guides him home. he really doesn't know where he'd be without you, or how he'd manage in times like these if you're not by his side to ground him.

"always good with you around."

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Stay with me

Pairing: Dark Soldier Boy x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: What happens when you try to break up with Soldier Boy.

WARNINGS: Manipulation.

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“I fucking fought for this country! I put my life at risk over and over again to protect the nation and in the end, everyone abandons me.” he shakes his head, incredulous.

“And now you’re about to do the same thing. Guess that shouldn’t fucking surprise me anymore, huh.”

“Ben, that’s…not true. I’m not abandoning you.” you assure him, tentatively reaching for one of his hands even though he dodges away from you. “We can still be friends, right?”

He raises a single brow, squinting his eyes at you.

“Friends?” he repeats, and you feel uneasy with his tone. “I fucking loved you with all my heart and you wanna be friends? Hell, did you ever even love me?”

He harshly rubs a hand on his face, pushing some fallen hair back. Ben turns around for a moment, kicking a table with so much power that it collapses.

You squeal, shocked at his outburst and warm tears kiss your eyes.

“Was it all just an act? Pretending to love me so I’d kill Homelander for you guys? It was, wasn’t it?”

Ben charges towards you, eyes angry and red. You shake your head vehemently, desperate by the situation.

“No! Ben, I swear it’s not like that-“

The shrill sound of your cell phone fills the room, and you distractedly glance at the screen, where Butcher's name flashes.

“It’s him, right? Butcher?” Ben questions you, lips pressed into a thin line. “I always thought you liked him more than just a friend. Guess I was right all along.”

“I don’t, okay?! I love you, Ben, I really do.” you barely manage to speak through the abundant tears, your heart breaking at the realization that you’re just as bad as Crimson Countess. 

For the difference that you actually love Ben.

Yet his toxic masculinity was something you couldn't be comfortable with, no matter how much you tried to overlook that side of him. 

“I swear, I didn’t use you! I promise, that’s not…”

His face softens up and this time, he’s the one reaching for you. His arm wraps around your waist, gently pulling you into a hug and you don’t fight back, too upset with the argument.

“I’m so sorry, Ben. I-I didn’t mean to hurt you…” you bury your face into his chest, his familiar scent making you feel somehow better. 

“Hey, s’okay. I know you didn’t mean it. You were just being a little dramatic, right?” your real answer is left abandoned and you wonder if you weren’t indeed being dramatic, like Ben said.

If you really love him, then maybe you can learn how to love both his good and bad sides. 

[little-diable]

For Valhalla – Spencer Reid (smut)

Trying to pull myself out of my writing slump by writing history inspired stuff. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Reader helps Spencer with understanding the medieval norse warrior mindset, which finally pushes the two friends closer together.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, spanking, dom!Spencer, some mirror action, friends to lovers, some history talk about medieval wars and fighting

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!historian!reader (2.3k words)

“Careful.” Her whispers filled the dimly lit training room, eyes concentrated on his nimble fingers. She watched Spencer tighten his grip on the hilt of her sword, knuckles almost white. “Widen your stance a bit.”

“Even wider?” Spencer’s eyes were burning holes into her skin, waiting for her next command. He wasn’t one for holding back, and could barely contain his information-dumping urges, but with her it was different. This was (y/n)’s field of expertise, the only one he could blindly trust with a situation this delicate. 

“Can I touch you to show you how?” The two had known one another since their university days, sharing every break, and every meal with one another, until they had eventually shared an apartment for a while. Something had always buzzed between them, something both had been too scared to give in to back then.

Something that was still buzzing now, all these years later.

“Yes.” Their eyes met as Spencer spoke the word, leaving her to swallow heavily. (Y/n) was no stranger to Spencer’s struggles with being touched, and yet his willingness to be touched by her weighed heavier than either one of them liked to admit. 

Slowly, (y/n) placed herself behind Spencer. With one hand placed on his right shoulder and the other on his waist, she gently kicked his feet apart. She felt him sink into the warrior stance, trying to make room for the mindset their current unsub was undoubtedly trapped in. 

“Perfect,” (y/n) whispered. “Now I want you to close your eyes. If your unsub is thinking of himself as a Norðmaðr, a man from the North, or a Viking as others called them, he must protect his sword at every cost. Some believe a warrior could only enter Valhalla if they held onto their sword while dying. It’s an old lore we don’t have many sources on, but judging your unsub I’d say he is focused on things he saw in shows or games. Try to imagine yourself on a battlefield. It was loud, you’d hear cries, the sounds of horses, of swords and axes clashing. You’d smell blood, perhaps some rain depending on the month. Sweat would cling to you, and dirt, soil or mud.” 

“That sounds like my nightmare.” Both broke out in chuckles as (y/n) let go of Spencer almost reluctantly. She watched him move, handling the sword like she had demonstrated for the past hour. He wasn’t nearly as graceful as she was, and yet he managed to copy her movements perfectly. 

“What do you think he tries to live out with this?” Asking questions about his cases had always been a struggle, Spencer would either be very vague or simply tell (y/n) that he couldn’t share any information. But today it was different, today she was part of their team, at least for a few hours, as a historian, a consultant to try and help them find their unsub. 

“Pent up anger, frustration, and yet he is trying to be honourable with his killings, he feels like a Viking after all.” A hum left her at his reply. This time (y/n) didn’t ask for permission as she stepped towards Spencer once again. 

“Let’s try something.” She reached for the sword he was gripping. (Y/n) took her stance, making it seem all too effortlessly, “Stand behind me, place your hands on top of mine.”

It took Spencer a moment to snap into motion, he exhaled before he followed the command. Gently, he placed his warm hand on top of (y/n)’s, shooting shudders down her spine with the simple touch. An all too familiar electricity was binding the two closer together, wrapping itself around them as if it were some kind of invisible force managing to guide the two.

“It’s a simple movement, but it takes a lot of strength to make the sword move as effectively and quickly as this.” Spencer tried to focus on (y/n)’s words, but he couldn’t, too taken up by her unfamiliar closeness. His body was taken over by whatever he had tried to suppress these past years, forcing him even closer to her. “Spencer? Are you alright?”

No word left him as he tightened his grip on her hand. Spencer could almost hear her heart racing in her chest, pounding against her ribcage as if it was begging to be freed. And who was he to deny such a strong muscle such a strong wish? 

His lips found the exposed spot where her shoulder met her neck, kissing it as if they had done this numerous times before. Both froze at the unfamiliar touch, giving the inferno starting to stretch itself through the two enough room to grow. She shuddered in his grasp, trying to stop herself from dropping the sword to turn around towards Spencer.

“Spence,” (y/n) choked on his nickname as he pressed another kiss to her soft skin. “What are you doing?”

“What I should have done years ago.” Perhaps it had taken some convincing from his friends, urging him to finally cross that invisible line between him and (y/n). And as much as Spencer had tried to ignore their pestering selves when it came to (y/n) and him, he hadn’t been able to drown them out completely, forced to accept his feelings for his friend. 

(Y/n) pushed herself away from him, forcing Spencer to panic for a second. He watched her place the sword down, only to turn fully towards him. Their eyes held contact, wordlessly communicating with their hearts on their tongues and their adrenaline spiking. 

Neither of them knew who moved first, but while their eyes held contact, their bodies crossed the small distance between them, letting their lips clash together. Their eyes fluttered close, hands holding onto one another while their lips moved in sync. They were eager, desperate to explore their newfound territory as if it was their only chance at doing this.

Their road to Valhalla, the last battle to fight before calmness could swap through them. 

Spencer moved them backwards, pressing (y/n) against the wall as his tongue ran along her lower lip, begging for entrance. The kiss left the two drowning in their longings, forgetting how to breathe as they finally got to experience what they had been dreaming of. It felt surreal almost – if it weren’t for their racing hearts and their excitement flushing through them. 

“Can I?” He mumbled his question against her lips, giving the two a moment to catch their breaths. Spencer’s fingers tugged on the fabric of her loose shirt, waiting for her consent before he got to explore her body. Ever since he had been forced to talk about his feelings to his team members, he had tried to picture this moment, praying that he wouldn’t mess this up, that his nervousness wouldn’t push him away from her. But now he felt awfully calm, set on touching her, on making her feel the same excitement he was held hostage by. 

“Of course, Spence.” Their eyes met as he pulled the shirt over her head, sports bra following seconds later. (Y/n) felt exposed, fighting against the need to cover herself up as his twinkling eyes studied her soft skin, shooting her a gaze that made heat pool between her thighs. 

Spencer was careful with his touches, cupping her breasts with his warm hands as his mouth found her throat. He kissed his way down to her chest as if he was mapping her body with his kisses, remembering every inch, every mark, forever ingrained into his racing mind. She was trembling against him, allowing her hands to move to his button up, needing to uncovering his body to distract herself from her nervousness. 

“You’re so perfect, I should have done this before. I am sorry it took me this long.” His whispers left her gasping, arching against his hold as his mouth found her left breast, sucking on the hardening nipple. 

“I don’t know if I can forgive you for that,” it was nothing but teasing, and yet the words got stuck in her throat as he let go of her, staring down at (y/n) with something dangerous twinkling in his eyes.

Spencer looked at her for a handful of seconds before he turned her around, allowing (y/n) to catch her reflection in the mirror he had pressed her against. Her pupils were dilated, she was heavily breathing, hair slightly tousled. But (y/n) didn’t get any time to speak up, to comment on what she was seeing. 

His eyes found hers in the mirror as he pulled her sweatpants down her legs, letting his hand brush over her panties-clad behind. (Y/n) could only choke on her gasp as he raised his hand, letting it come down on her warm skin a second later. The sound of Spencer spanking her echoed through the room, followed by a soft moan clawing through (y/n). 

“Let me promise you something, sweetheart,” Spencer murmured his words while his hand brushed over the spot he had just spanked. “I’ll fuck that attitude right out of your system.” 

Another spank met her behind, and another, till her eyes fell shut and her sweaty palms struggled to stay pressed against the mirror. Arousal was dripping from her tightness, clinging to her inner thighs, telling Spencer everything he needed to know. She was just as desperate for him, begging to be finally fucked, pushed over the edge by the tall profiler who had always been her closest friend, the one she clung to, the one she dreamt of. 

“I don’t have anything on me.” His words ripped her out of her hazy thoughts, having to blink a few times as she tried to find her words. 

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” (Y/n) watched his tongue dart out, licking along his lower lip as he pondered over her words. She knew Spencer got monthly tests, knew that she could blindly trust him, but knowing that she was about to feel him bare filled her with something raw simmering inside of her, something possessive almost. Only as the sound of Spencer undoing his trousers rang in her ears did she allow herself to close her eyes once again, having to collect herself. This was finally happening, something she had dreamt of, something she had never dared to even speak about. 

“I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” His raspy voice buzzed through (y/n), forcing another moan out of her. They held eye contact as Spencer spat into his palm, lubed himself up, and finally pushed into her. A moan clawed through them in unison, needing a few moments to adjust before he began to fuck her from behind. 

Spencer had a tight grip on her waist, set on leaving marks as he fucked her ruthlessly, hitting the spot that made her toes curl with every thrust. Both were a moaning mess, chasing their needs, the deep urges they finally got to live out, while studying one another through the mirror. 

(Y/n) struggled to form words, struggled to comment on what she was seeing, fully entranced by the sight. She already looked thoroughly fucked out, close to giving in after only a few moments. But something was binding them together, a sensation so strong it felt as if they were fighting for Valhalla, fighting for entry into the afterlife they were oh so close to. 

“Spencer,” (y/n) moaned his name, she tried to push herself further into his touch, needing to be even closer to the man who was about to push her orgasm through her aching body. “You feel so good, fuck, I never want to be fucked by somebody else.”

It was a sincere confession, words that left the profiler smirking in success. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her shoulder, letting his teeth graze her skin to leave another mark to remind (y/n) that she was now his, a part of his body and soul. 

“As if I’d ever let you go again. No other man will ever get to touch you.” His words dripped with possessiveness, words that made her walls clench around his cock. (Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from fluttering close as his fingertips found her pulsing bundle, circling it with enough pressure to push her into her high. 

She moaned for him as she came, unable to stop the sounds from leaving her while Spencer kept fucking her. Their bodies kept meeting, even faster than before, forcing (y/n) to realise that she’d struggle with walking for the next days. Only as Spencer pulled out of her to paint her aching behind white did she open her eyes again. 

“That was,” she panted her words, not daring to move as Spencer kept smirking at her through the mirror. “Fuck, that was intense.”

“I love you.” The words clawed through Spencer as if he hadn’t given them much thought, speaking them all too effortlessly. (Y/n) froze for a second or two before she gave room to the soft chuckle desperate to leave her. 

“I love you too, Spence.” Perhaps they were Valhalla-bound after all, set on living together in every life offered to them. 

[pinkykats-place]

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Summary: they had a relationship before they had to part ways and so they get reunited when reader is sent with Jorah by Daenarys to get a white walker, Beric and Thoros is in disbelief that Sandor can be able of loving someone

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Sandor Clegane x Stark!Reader

Opposites Attract

Sandor Clegane x fem!reader

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Sandor Clegane x fem!nurse!reader

Warnings: none it's fluffy

Summary: Back at the time when Joffrey was king, the king's guard got into a fight with the people of flea bottom ending up with many of them injured including Sandor Clegane himself. What will happen when out of all the nurses only Y/N is brave enough to help him?

A Hound Will Die For You But Never Lie To You 

Trigger warnings: NSFW, swearing, all the usual Game Of Thrones warnings.

Rating: M (It jumps right in there so if that’s triggering for you I’d suggest skipping it)

Summary: Imagine being the one to gentle the rage inside Sandor Clegane.

Pairing: Sandor Clegane x Reader (gender neutral).

Everything

Summary: A little drabble about Sandor’s feelings for the reader.

Scarred

Summary: Request from anon: I have a request! Sandor/Reader where the reader is being really lovey with Sandor and kissing him everywhere and she kisses his scarred side and he pushes her away but eventually gives in because she’s persistent that she will kiss him there and that he doesn’t have to worry because she loves his face.

An unexpected scene

NSFW Fic

Angered Beasts

Request: Hi can I request a drabble where the reader is one of joffreys playthings, like sansa is, and she runs into the hound after a beating? Something a little fluffy, please x

Warning: Mentions of violence and slight blood, female reader

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Last Night

Fem!Stark!Reader

Request: Are requests still open? If so, please could I request a Hound x Stark reader where they confess their feelings for each other before they fight the Night King?

Good Dog

Warnings: Spoiler!,Fluff, swearing

Summary: Reader is found in the snow 

Hounds and Gingers

Summary: a short, fluffy imagine

An Urgent Confession

(female reader)

Summary: A little story about the reader reminiscing of a moment between her and Sandor 

A Hound’s Jealousy

Just a short little jealous!Hound request

Warnings: jealous Sandor, handsy guy

A Good Punishment

Summary: a handmaid is given to the King’s dog

Another Drink

Summary: rough smut with Sandor after he’s sees you with Bronn

Meeting at Winterfell

Summary: Imagine being a Stark and meeting Sandor Clegane at Winterfell

Imagine Sandor realizing that Tormund has a crush on you

Jealous Sandor…

Sharing a Bed with the Hound

Awkward Fluff!

To Break the Spell

Summary: Beauty & the Beast au

Imagine it’s you who Sandor takes away from Kings Landing during the Battle of Blackwater Bay

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Summary: You lived your life as one of the washerwomen of the Red Keep, only seeing the Hound in passing. Still, when the madness of the Battle of Blackwater erupted, he came for you. The Hound is weary from battle, but you try and soothe what little you can.

Our Family

Sandor x wife!Reader

Summary: Sandor enjoys spending the day with his wife and son

His Queen

Sandor x female Reader

Sandor is soft with joffery’s wife

Sandor’s Secret

Sandor x fem!Reader

Summary: Sandor has a secret hidden away from everyone.

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Summary: Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Howling At The Moon!

Werewolf!Sandor Clegane x Female Reader

Summary: Sandor unexpectdly finds his mate, as expected she is human...  

Secret Wife (female reader)

Based on this request:  Can you do something with Sandor secretly having a wife. Maybe they met when he was serving king Robert and they met when she was hunting and eloped after a few years. She left before the battle of Blackwater because Sandor didn’t want her getting wrapped up in that so They meet again in Winterfell and no one can actually believe it.  

WITH THIS ADDED: Sandor and reader in a somewhat secret relationship. Tormund keeps hitting on reader in front of Sandor and finally his jealousy gets the better of him and he makes a loud declaration of their love. 

[alittletaste]

DOZING OFF

↳ The one where Harry and Y/n are exhausted parents in desperate need of an orgasm, but luck isn’t on their side

Warnings: This contains some smut so please be 18+ if you are going to read! A little under 2k words. Hope you enjoy! Please reblog, it means a lot to us writers! <3

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“They got down quick tonight” Harry spoke as he walked into the room, working on unbuckling his jeans so that he can get comfy in his pyjamas.

Y/n was sat up in bed, rubbing lavender-scented lotion onto her smooth legs, inhaling the sweet smell deeply. “mhm, probably because they were running around all day. tired themselves out” she replied nonchalantly, putting the lotion on the nightstand before getting up and walking over to her husband.

She takes him in, standing there in front of him. His facial hair was growing, and there was a little sprinkle of grey in his hair, he was older but his eyes were still the same. They looked at her with the same adoration as they did back then when they first met, or on their wedding day, or the days their kids were born. His love for her was visible in everything he did and hers was too.

“hey, you” Harry breaks the silence, his hand coming up to cup y/n's cheek.

“Hi, I’ve missed you” y/n replies, hugging Harry’s sturdy chest, she feels his strong heartbeat beneath her.

“I’ve missed you too” he replies, meeting her lips for a kiss. It was short and sweet but the passion was there nonetheless. “Haven’t truly had you in forever” he mumbles against her lips.

“I know, maybe tonight?” She looks up at him, eyes glistening. How could Harry ever resist that?

“Of course, I’d love to” he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. She accepts it before yawning as Harry runs his fingertips up and down her bare arms softly. “Just don’t fall asleep, yeah?” He chuckles making her giggle.

“Of course, I won’t!”

“Ok good, let me go freshen up, I’ll be right back. I love you” he spoke, kissing her on the lips before heading off to the ensuite. His excitement was also laced with the same exhaustion, it wasn’t easy being parents to four kids. He was practically running around all day, waking up at the crack of dawn and being interrupted in the middle of the night by one of the bubbas. But he loved it, he loved being a dad.

After he freshened up, he made his way back into the room, his eyes droopy and his mouth opened in a yawn. “Fuck me” he groans, rubbing at his eyes and chuckling once he hears y/ns giggles from the bed.

“Tired? Hmm?” She asks him, pushing the duvet off the bed, and calling her husband over. He slowly joins her in the bed, his arm going to pull her in.

“Never too tired to love up on you, peach” he smirks, taking in his wife. He slowly leans in to kiss her, and once he pulls back, he begins to push her hair back. “You’re m’wife, my other half, my soulmate. I’ve always got time to love up on you. You know that right?” he smiles. Just as y/ns is about to reach forward for another kiss, they hear the pitter-patter of little feet, soon followed by a knock on the door.

“Daddy!!! Mommy!!” The little voice that belonged to Stella, their 3-year-old daughter, called out. They could hear the tears in her voice and Harry quickly got off the bed, to open the door and console his crying daughter.

“Oh my love bug, what’s wrong? Hmm? Daddy’s here” he spoke, soothing his crying daughter by rubbing her back. She hiccuped against him, her eyes overflowing with tears.

“My baby, are you ok?” y/n asks from the bed, her heart aching at the sight in front of her.

“ghost in m’room” she mumbled, clinging onto her strong daddy as he picked her up and took her to their bed.

“Are you sure bug?” Harry asked and the little girl nodded, her mum now wiping her eyes. Harry looked over at y/n, to see if she was equally as confused by what Stella meant, and to no one’s surprise, she was.

“do you want daddy to scare the ghost away love?” He asks her and she nods, jumping up on the bed, and opening her arms wide for her dad to pick her up.

“Come on then” Harry guides her back to her room, before settling her in the bed.

“Where is the ghost, love bug?” Harry asks, curious as to what freaked his youngest out so badly.

“In there, daddy” she points to her wardrobe and Harry walks towards it. “No daddy! The ghost will eat you” his little girl cried making Harry chuckle to himself.

“No, it won’t! Look at me, I’m strong, I’ll scare the ghost away ok, now don’t worry, love bug. Daddy’s got yah” Harry replies, making a show of flexing his bicep muscles.

Stella nods and Harry continues, walking forward and slowly opening the wardrobe drawer to reveal their cat, Bella, she meows and jumps out, happy to finally be free. Harry assumed it was Bella scratching at the wardrobe which scared Stella.

When Harry looked back, he was met with the sight of his daughter giggling away. “Silly Bella!” She giggled making Harry laugh.

“She was the ghost all along huh?” Harry laughed making her nod her head and lay down.

“M’tired daddy” she mumbles and Harry smiles.

“Right, let’s get you to sleep then. I love you princess” he says softly, tucking Stella in. She falls asleep within the next five minutes and Harry slowly makes his way back to his room but not before laying a gentle kiss into Stella’s hair.

“Hi, I’m back,” Harry says as he walks back in but he gets no reply, he looks up to the bed to see y/n fast asleep her mouth slightly open and a book resting on her chest. He walks over, takes the book from her chest and rests it on the nightstand before getting into bed. He nuzzled against her shoulder after turning the lamp's light off and y/n slowly awakens.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I dozed off” she whispers, once she sees Harry staring at her.

“It’s all good babe, we’re tired. We’ve got plenty of time to have some fun tomorrow, can send the kids off to m’mums, yeah?” He smiles, pulling her closer to his chest.

“But I really wanted tonight”

“If you really want to, I’m down” and with that, they start making out, Harry’s tongue slipping into y/ns mouth as he explores her, his hands slowly making their way down her body, caressing her soft skin before landing on top of her panties. He rubs her from there, feeling the material get damp before finally slipping his fingers in and teasing her clit.

His eyes were closed as he made out with his lover, moaning in pleasure as he felt y/n's hand slowly make its way down his own body and be placed on top of his bulge. She rubs him over the fabric, and Harry has to take a second to pull away from y/n's lips to contain himself. He was so horny, ready to bust any second but he was also so sleepy, he could feel himself slowly begin to doze off. His fingers came to a stop and y/n giggled. “Have you fallen asleep on me love?” She asks as she feels the weight of Harry’s head on her shoulder, waking Harry up.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry, m’so horny but tired” he says, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. They continue, feeling each other up but soon later it’s y/n who’s leaning her head on his chest, slowly falling asleep.

“Peach?”

“Mhm?” Her voice came as a whisper making Harry chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s going to work tonight. We’re too tired” he says and y/n laughs.

“We’re such parents”

“You’re right. The best though”

“Mhm, I think our kids love us”

“They do, now get some rest before one of them rascals wake us up again” Harry mumbles, pulling his wife into his side, he kisses into her hair and not long later, they both fall asleep.

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Request for an aizawa angst to comfort fic ❤️

Safe & Sound (Aizawa Shota x you)

summary: you have a quirk that heals people as long as they focus on the people they love; it becomes a struggle when the man you love is fighting to stay alive (1.3k words)

cw: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR LoV WAR ARC, angst to comfort, happy ending but really stressful beginning, descriptions of injuries and blood, profanity, arguing, mentions of ambulances

note: hi anon! thank you so much for your request, i hope you like it! this is my first time writing for aizawa, so my sincerest apologies in advance if he's a little ooc. also this takes place during the initial battle between the heroes and the villains after shigaraki wakes up to give a little context for when this takes place <3 thanks so much again for the request!

as always, likes/reblogs/feedback is appreciated!!

“I need you to look at me, Shota. Shota, Shota, please.” You cupped his face in both hands, urging him to stay awake. The scorching temperatures of Dabi’s wild blue fire breathe down the back of your neck and particles of dust rub against your throat, but all you can see is him. A blinding ache throbs in your forehead and your limbs were covered with scrapes from pulling people from the rubble. It didn’t matter; nothing else mattered but him. 

“Stay with me, darling, stay with me.” Exhausted, bloodshot eyes blink back at you and a calloused hand brushes up to cover yours. You push your quirk to work faster, faster, but Aizawa’s fading consciousness made it difficult as you could only heal while the recipient thought about something they loved. He’d coached you through powering your quirk solely on your own thoughts, but the progress was nowhere near what was needed to heal his broken body. For his survival, you needed him to stay awake. He’d lost dangerous amounts of blood after severing his leg, and you silently cursed him for his selfless heroism. “Damn you and your commitment to justice,” you sob, voice breaking but unable to muster any tears because it would break your concentration. 

“Ambulance ETA five minutes; just hold on a little longer,” Manual reports, kneeling at your side and pulling beads of sweat from your face and out of your eyes. You nod in assent and whisper your gratitude to him before he leaves again to search for survivors in the city’s rubble. 

Something felt wrong from the moment you parted ways with Shota, who refused to let you accompany Team Endeavor when they raided the hospital. In all the years of your private relationship, you’d never fought over something as significant as this, so significant that you’re screaming at the top of your lungs at him. You’d shook your head in disbelief when he turned his back on you, arguing that Team Endeavor needed to have a healer with them. You’d seen the damage Nomus had done firsthand, both to the city and to the man in front of you. Frustration met indignancy in your mind like tectonic plates, slamming into each other and lacing venom in your voice. 

“You don’t think I can do it, can you?” 

“Stop it–”

“No, I won’t. You don’t think I’m strong enough to be out there with the pros,” you continue, hissing the word like it was wrong to have in your mouth. “God forbid you forget that I’ve healed every single one of those assholes at some time or another, whether they knew it or not. And you still think that I can’t handle this, Shota?” 

He won’t look at you. He still won’t fucking look at you. “Darling–” 

“Don’t ‘darling’ me. I’ve proved on two fucking thousand occasions that I can heal at a level pros need, so why don’t you think I can do it? Because you’re embarrassed by me? Because you’re embarrassed by us?” His head finally snaps to look at you, eyes glistening. 

“Because I need you safe!” His blank face finally breaks, twisting in emotional anguish. “I need you safe; I need you alive. I need you to be okay because I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t.” 

He’d held you so tight on the last night you spent together, like if you two just stayed there, time would stop and the morning wouldn’t come. Then, he was gone, slipping on his boots and wrapping his shoulders with binding cloth. You watched him get ready from your bed while the sky was still dark outside, and he kissed you on the forehead before walking out the door, whispering a promise to come back to you. Halfway between sleep and awake, you didn’t tell him to promise to come back in one piece. 

And now, here he was, missing the lower half of a leg and still losing so much blood that the ground beneath your knees was starting to soften. Your shoes dig into the earth, tattered and bloody after your desperate sprint from the backline evacuating citizens to the heart of the conflict. You risk a look over your shoulder and see Best Jeanist straining against Gigantomachia bathed in the light of red and blue fire. The Nomus continue their assault on Best Jeanist, but you barely make out Lemillion and Nejire pushing them back. You caught flashes of blue, recognizing it as Shota’s student with the engines in his legs, and made note of a boy with a mop of green hair who looked in worse shape than his teacher.

“Ambulance! Clear out, clear out!” A hand came to your shoulder, ushering you back and away from Shota. You dodge the arms guiding you toward a separate ambulance, limping across the battlefield to the kids you recognized as Shota’s, the green-haired one, the spiky-haired blonde, and Endeavor’s youngest son; you push your quirk past its limit, conjure an image of Shota feeding a stray cat a potato chip, and heal the three boys as much as you can before paramedics catch you as you lose consciousness. 

You’re awake much sooner than the rest of those involved in the battle and within hours can visit hospitals and heal others critically injured. When you receive word from Hizashi that Shota was finally conscious, God help any hospital staff that tries to stop you as you storm into the lobby and insist on seeing him. One more “Visitation is only permitted for family members, ma’am” away from throttling the lady at the front desk, someone calls your name from the hall, waving excitedly. It’s Sero, who spouts some bullshit story about being yours and Shota’s adopted son and drags you down the hall before any of that information could be verified. 

“He’s in here, Miss Aizawa.”

“Oh, no, we’re not–”

“Oh, right. Well, not yet at least,” Sero smiles and then leaves you to enter Shota’s room. 

And then there he is. 

He’s wrapped head to toe in bandages and his eyes look a little worse for wear, but he’s alive, and the corners of his mouth turn up when he spots you frozen in the doorway. 

“Hey, baby–” is all he gets out before you stumble forward and bury your face in his bandaged shoulder. His arms wrap gently around your waist and he takes a deep breath, more at ease than he had been since he woke up. You pull away slightly and scan his face through watery eyes, mentally verifying that he’s real and that he’s okay. Brushing a stray hair from his face, your fingers linger on his stubbly cheek and he leans into your touch. 

“You promised to come back, but you didn’t come back in one piece, you foolish man.” 

“Would you have preferred that I not come back at all–” he deadpans, but you place a finger on his mouth to shush him. “Right, touchy subject. I’m sorry, love… for everything.” His voice trails off and he looks away from you, face taut with guilt. “We lost. The heroes, the people, the students. I can’t express how angry I am at you that you dodged an ambulance and went to heal my students, and how grateful I am that you still healed me too.” 

“Of course, love. And I’m sorry that I thought you didn’t believe in me. I know you do, and I’m sorry for lashing out. Plus, your students are really good kids, but if some of them are already starting to call me ‘Miss Aizawa,’ I think we might have to talk about going public with this whole thing sometime soon,” you reply, pressing your lips softly to his forehead. He closes his eyes and sighs, looking back at you with so much exhaustion in his handsome features that you wanted to murder anyone who got close. You must have looked terrible too, you realized, as Shota drew his eyebrows together in concern and moved you to lie with him on the hospital bed. 

“Rest now, darling, I promise I’ll still be here when you wake up.” 

“You better be, or else I’m dragging your dumbass out of the beyond and killing you myself,” you whisper before putting your head on his chest and relaxing into safety.

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The Taming : Prologue

A Clark Kent Mini Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 352w

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MASTERLIST | PART ONE

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            I wanted to hurt her the moment I laid eyes on her.

            Her smile, her laugh, her unwavering gaze, all of them beautiful, but filled with contempt. There was a darkness in her, an anger that needed to be lit with a match. I carried the fire she needed. She would put up a fight, she wouldn’t make it easy, but she’d be my most pleasing conquest. I would break her down, tame her, remind her of her place in the world. That she is not above the masses, she belongs with them. In a city filled with millions of people, there was only room for one devil in disguise.  

            I saw her for who she really was.

            The spark behind her eyes every time she looked at me made my cock stir. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that she what she could do, what she was capable of. But what she wanted from me, what she received her whole life, was fear. I would never be scared of her. She would be terrified of me. I would hold her throat in my hand, feeling her pulse quicken against the pad of my thumb. She was only human. A mere, weak human foolishly believing herself to be a god among the insignificant. I am a God. I am the God.

            I wanted to see the light leave her.

            I wanted to watch that fire burn bright, & then burn out. I would be the only person she could be her true self will, & then I would destroy that part of her. I would snuff out her very existence, what makes her her. She would see me coming & would be powerless against me. No matter how hard she fought, & she would fight tooth & nail, I would crush that spirit she carried. I would make her a fool among her own people. After I got my hands on her, she would model the scars & bruises I left, torn apart from the inside out.

            It would be my honor to clip those horns hidden underneath her hair.

prologue to my new Clark Kent mini series!

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Hello Mr. Barber, I wanted to ask what are some qualities we ladies should look for as our deal breakers in finding a perfect match? I'm not very lucky in the dating sphere and I'm quite ready to give up. You and your wife are very lucky to have found each other and worked on your relationship. Obviously every person is different in what they look for in a partner, but do you have any suggestions or advice?

Summary: Andrew Barber returns to answer even more of your burning questions about love and marriage. Written from Andy's POV. Also check out Volume I and Volume II, as well as an Interview with Mrs. Barber.

Warning: the following response contains mature themes, including references to oral sex and cursing. Minors DNI.

A/N: For more insight into Andrew Barber and his Baby Girl, please check out my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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Well hello again, everybody! First let me say that it’s nice to be back. My wife and I have really come to enjoy these questions. However, this time I felt the need to consult her as I wrote this response. This is in addition to letting her review my answers before hitting “publish”.

I just wanted to make sure that my answers made sense. Lucky for me, Baby Girl is a very honest creature. So, without further ado, here we go.

Allow me to begin by saying that there’s no such thing as a perfect match. Although I initially disagreed with this, my wife helped break it down for me so that I could better see her point. That’s one of the many things I love about this woman, you know? She’s willing to challenge me and the ways I see the world.

And sometimes that’s exactly what I need.

Now, that’s not to say there’s no hope of ever finding the yin to your yang. That’s absolutely possible. I just mean that perhaps you ought to consider tweaking your perspective a little. 

Maybe reframe it in terms of you’re seeking a partner. Because that’s what you’re looking for, right? That’s the goal – the endgame. You’re searching for someone to do life with, together. Forever. 

And in order for that to happen, you need an effective partner. Someone who sees you for who you are. Who loves you the ways you need to be loved. Someone who enhances instead of detracts. 

You want someone who’s willing to meet you where you’re at with the intention of helping you grow.

With that in mind, I would implore you not to lower your standards. Maintain your values. Know your worth. Don’t ever compromise any of that for another person. I’d also advise you to be immediately wary of any man or potential significant other that ever asks you to do so. 

One of things that really attracted me to my spouse is that she expected to be treated a certain way from the very beginning. She’s the type of person who commands respect from everyone wherever she is. She’s always been that way. And it’s because she knows her worth.

Case in point, when I almost blew it on our very first date. To this day, I’m grateful that I found the balls to chase after that woman when things went south at Cibo Matto. This man right here “ain’t too proud to beg”, I can tell you that much.

And yes, I know that’s a song by The Temptations. I was actually just serenading Baby Girl with it the other night. If memory serves, she was pissed at me for eating the last of her homemade cinnamon rolls. So, I did what any good husband would do when their lady threatens to run away to the grocery store and never come back. I swooped her up as she was stomping out the door and carted her off to my office so that I could apologize for my actions.

Besides, I’d much rather eat her any day. I mean can you blame me? My woman is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The stories I could tell you about all the ways I’ve convinced her to forgive me for the stupid things that I’ve done…

But that’s not what this was initially about, is it? My sincerest apologies. Where was I? Oh, that’s right. Knowing your worth and refusing to lower your standards. 

During our first date, my girl refused to settle for being treated as an afterthought. So she left. Just straight up walked out on me. Because she deserved better than how I was treating her. 

That evening should have been about us getting to know each other better. Instead, I unknowingly allowed my ego to get in the way and almost derailed everything before it had the chance to start. Which meant that I almost lost out on something magical. 

Which brings me to my next point. Everyone makes mistakes. This can be especially true when nerves are involved. I’m fortunate in that my Baby Girl eventually forgave me, and with that also came a second chance. But only because – and she explained this to me again last night – I had enough sense and maturity to apologize.

And fucking mean it. 

So, I’m going to suggest that you be willing to grant any of your potential suitors some grace. But only if they’re worthy of it. Meaning that if he’s not willing to apologize – especially if he’s done something to accidentally hurt or disrespect you – then walk away.

Because that’s a sign that you’re dealing with a boy. Not a man.      

The only other thing I would encourage you to do is to keep yourself open to love. Magic tends to find us when we least expect it. It likes to sneak up and knock you square in the face. And when that happens, I think you should embrace it.

Run with it. Cherish it. Be thankful for it.

Treat that relationship like a seed and water it daily. You’ve got to pour into one another and tend to that love. Cultivate it gently with tenderness and patience. And hopefully one day you and your partner will look up and be utterly amazed by what has blossomed.    

Thank you for your question and never forget that Mrs. Barber and I are cheering you on from the sidelines. 

Best Wishes, Andrew Barber

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A few weeks ago I received an ask about doing another holiday prompt list this year, and it was suggested to use the same list from last year as there were so many prompts on it. So here is the list for the Choices Flashfics Holiday Prompt event, starting Sunday November 26th and running through January 6th.

Guidelines:

The fic can be no more than 2500 words. Word count must be present.

The prompts must be used exactly as they are except if you need/want to change “Christmas” in any of the prompts to another winter holiday that you/your character(s) celebrate, you may do so. (some already give an option, but you can choose any winter holiday that fits your story, or just “the holidays” is fine too)

Any of the prompts used must be bolded. Please put in your A/N which prompt(s) you’re using and specify if they are from the holiday prompt list and/or the weekly prompt list. 

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You can post as many holiday fics using as many of the prompts from the holiday list as you want during the duration of the event. You can combine the prompts with the weekly flashfics prompts if you’d like and/or use them with other ongoing Choices events. Any fics submitted will be linked in that respective week’s weekly fics post, and a special post containing all submitted holiday fics will be posted Sunday, January 7th. I hope these lend some inspiration if needed! 

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1. “Stop trying to get me to walk under the mistletoe.”

2. “That should be our Christmas card this year.”

3. “You’d make a cute elf.”

4. “I thought you were going home for Christmas/the holidays.” -> “Well, I couldn’t leave you all alone.”

5. “Who decorated your tree? A toddler?”

6. “See? I told you running in the snow at midnight was fun!”

7. “This is the first time I’m spending the holidays with someone I actually like.”

8. “Did you break into my house?” -> “You refused to put up any Christmas decorations! What choice did I have?”

9. “I’m really nervous to meet your family …”

10. “You’re getting coal this year.”

11. “Don’t get your tinsel in a tangle.”

12. “The tree isn’t the only thing getting lit this year.”

13. “My secret Santa got me a trash can.” -> “Mine got me a half-eaten bag of chips and a tube of chapstick.”

14. “You. Me. Snowman. Now.” 

15. “I’m a grown adult. I don’t want to take a picture with Santa Claus.”

16. “I dare you to run through the snow … naked.”

17. “Look, there’s mistletoe. We have to kiss, it’s the law.”

18. “If you throw that snowball, you’re declaring war.”

19. “You’re kidding, right? You’re not going out in that snowstorm!”

20. “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas/New Year’s alone, did you?”

21. “It looks like Santa threw up in here.”

22. “Have I told you how much I hate Christmas shopping?”

23. “There’s a snowstorm. I guess we’re stuck in here together until it passes.”

24. “My only resolution is to love you even more next year.”

25. “There’s no need for gifts when your presence is already a present.” -> “That was adorably cheesy.” 

26. “Hey, if we don’t find someone by midnight … you and me … maybe?” -> “Ask me properly and I just might consider it.”

27. “But it’s Christmas/New Year’s Eve … you’re supposed to be here with me.”

28. “You’ve never been kissed under mistletoe?”

29. “Well, here I am. Making your Yuletide gay.”

30. “Look, couples Christmas sweaters!”

31. “Joke’s on you. I’m already on the naughty list.”

32. “Aw, look at you pretending to be Santa for the kids.”

33. “I made you some hot chocolate.”

34. “I’ll be home in time for Christmas, I promise.”

35. “Christmas brings up bad memories for me.”

36. “Looks like you got a little drunk off the eggnog, hm?”

37. “Let’s go sledding!”

38. “Christmas lost its special side to me a long time ago … but you’ve brought some of that magic back.”

39. “Don’t feel bad … you didn’t completely ruin Christmas dinner. There’s still this … Jell-o stuff.”

40. “Christmas is so close, I can almost smell the mistletoe I’m never going to get kissed under.”

41. “Parent hack: wrap empty boxes, and whenever your kid misbehaves, throw the box into the fire.”

42. “I cannot believe our car broke down in the middle of nowhere on Christmas Eve!” 

43. “My house, my rules. The Christmas music stays on.”

44. “You are impossible to shop for!”

45. “What do you mean you don’t want to go sledding?”

46. “I swear to god if you sing another damn Christmas carol …” 

47. “You know, when you said ‘Christmas party,’ this isn’t what I was expecting.”

48. “Come on, just wear the Santa hat for a little bit. Please?”

49. “I feel like there’s more frosting on you than the gingerbread.”

50. “Should you ever need a family to spend the holidays with, there’s always room for one more in my/our house.”

51. “I never had any special tradition for the holidays while growing up.” -> “So, how about we start our own?”

52. “I don’t know if the champagne has me seeing stars, but you look more beautiful than ever right now.”

53. “Your nose is red from the cold. You look like a cute little reindeer.”

54. “I know you said you didn’t want any gifts, but I want to spoil you, so deal with it.” 

55. “You’re always welcome to stay at my place for Christmas if you can’t find a hotel.”

56. “Us cramming into your childhood twin bed is definitely not how I would have imagined spending Christmas Eve at your parents’ place.”

57. “What do you mean? I think this snowman looks exactly like you!”

58. “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

59. “Ice-skating? Do you seriously trust me with knives on my feet?”

60. “This gingerbread man is me. This one is you. And I know the house looks wonky, but I promise our future home will be better than this!”

61. “Ho, Ho … oh?”

62. “Did you get us matching PJs?”

63. “Are you eating cookies right now? It’s 3 am.” -> “If Santa can do it, so can I.”

64. “The roads are getting really bad. Maybe you should stay here tonight.” 

65. “Get inside before you freeze to death!”

66. “Let’s just stay in today and watch Christmas movies.”

67. “What’s wrong? Do you not like your gift?”

68. “How about you, me, and some hot chocolate by the fireplace?”

69. “I kind of got too drunk at this Christmas/New Year’s party and I need you to come pick me up …”

70. “Someone bit all of the heads off of the gingerbread people!”

71. “Most wonderful time of the year, my ass.”

72. “Guess who signed us up to go Christmas caroling?”

73. “We’re not going anywhere. We’re snowed in.”

74. “That is the saddest looking tree I’ve ever seen.” 

75. “Look at all the couples using the cold as an excuse to cuddle. It’s gross.”

76. “Great! Now I have to re-hide your gifts.”

77. “Looks like there’s still one more present under the tree …” 

78. “I thought we agreed to not exchange gifts this year?”

79. “I’m freezing! Let me steal your warmth!”

80. “We cannot put this photo on our Christmas card!”

81. “The only thing I want for Christmas is you.”

82. “Are you even tall enough to put the star on the tree?”

83. “Well done. You just ruined Christmas.”

84. “You said not to buy you any gifts, so I made you one instead.”

85. “Hey! No peeking!”

86. “Wait, did you spike the eggnog/hot chocolate?”

87. “Seriously! I told you that you would get sick going out like that!”

88. “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit, but this is ridiculous.”

89. “This has been the most memorable Christmas I’ve ever had.”

90. “Wait, you mean this whole time, you hated peppermint?”

91. “Tis the season, I guess.”

92. “What are you doing?” -> “Making a snow angel, duh.” 

93. “Would you stop eating all of the popcorn! It’s supposed to go on the tree!” -> “But I’m hungry! And who puts popcorn on a tree anyway?”  

94. “Don’t be such a grinch!” 

95. “New Year’s Eve was supposed to be fun! Instead, we ended up in a jail cell! And it’s all your fault!”

96. “Why do you get so grumpy during Christmas time?”

97. “Throw the snowball like you mean it!”

98. “It’s freezing out here! Please open the door!”

99. “Come play in the snow with me!”

100. “Almost everything that could have gone wrong did, but this was still the best Christmas ever.”

[parvulous-writings]

Viktor // SFW alphabet

Request:     Viktor sfw alphabet?

Requested by: ​anon

Warnings: None

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Typically Viktor does not show affection in the most typical or conventional sense. Occasionally, when the two of you are alone, he will do - the occasional brief kiss against your temple, or a sleepy hug.  His primary way of showing affection is through a combination of acts of service and gift giving. He’ll make small trinkets to make your daily life easier, or just something he knows you will enjoy. 

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Viktor is a combination of the snarky friend, and the concern friend. He’ll sass you when the moment is right, but then, if something’s worrying him about you, he’ll show that he’s worried. 

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Viktor doesn’t often cuddle - he’s rather touch-starved and can be a little awkward around cuddling at times. Unless he’s asleep - then he loves cuddling. He’ll snuggle up to you, and nuzzle into you - the works. 

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

He’s not great at cooking - usually his main meals were provided by the academy. He can make a few, small meals, but nothing grand. Cleaning he’s alright at - not that his workshop would tell you that. 

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It’s likely he’ll just completely blank you for several days, pouring himself into his work rather than socialising. Eventually, if you mention about it, he will tell you rather bluntly how he feels - or, rather, how he no longer feels. After that, he will fall silent, and continue ignoring you again. 

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)  

Viktor feels he is too committed to his work to settle down in that way with you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to - it’s more that he does not feel he will be able to balance his life at work and his life as a partner in a productive or healthy way.  

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Viktor isn’t entirely certain on other’s people’s emotions all of the time. He can identify some of the basics, of course, but may struggle in figuring out why someone feels that way, or knowing how to help. It will take him some time, but he will learn how to take care of you emotionally should you need it. Physically he is quite gentle, always approaching you with a feather-light touch. As if you are nothing more than a dream, something akin to quicksand; if he tries to grip you too tightly (both figuratively and literally), you will escape his grasp. 

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

At first, Viktor will be a little nervous and unsure of of hugs, much like with his cuddles. He’ll probably grow somewhat accustomed to hugs after some time, and may even become dependent on them to some degree.  At first they are awkward, and he’s not entirely sure where to put his arms, or what to do, so most of the time you’re given an awkward pat on the back. Over time and with some practice (or ‘experimentation’ as Viktor mentally dubs it) they become less strained and more natural, more human and emotional, in a sense. 

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

Viktor does not say this for a very, very long time. You could have said it five times or more before he even considers it; purely out of fear. Even if you say it several times before him, he has somehow convinced himself that you would not, could not, feel the same way. The first time he does say it, it’s quiet - as if saying the words risk his own life; and he supposed, in a way, he thought it did. If you were to reject him, his love, he would never recover from it. You don’t hear him this time - he has to take two or three more stabs at it before he finally manages to tell you properly. 

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Viktor will get quietly jealous- but if you know him even a little bit, he’ll be easy to read. He’ll start pouring himself into his work again, giving you only huffs or grunts in reply to your questions. If you’re lucky, he might give you a short, curt word or sentence.  “Viktor?” “Hm?”  “Are you alright?”  “Yes.”  “Are you sure? It’s just you’ve been a little quiet today, and I was wondering if something was upsetting you...”  “I am fine.” 

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Viktor loves receiving kisses - but like with hugs and cuddles, he’s a little under-experienced when it comes to giving them. His favourite place to be kissed - his cheek - is basic, but to him, it shows plenty of affection. He likes to kiss you on your hands and fingers when he gains the confidence, taking care with each individual kiss. 

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Viktor is alright seriously mentoring kids above a certain age, and will help younger kids with work in school; but as a parent he feels like he wouldn’t be able to fare too well, and would end up hindering the child more than helping them. 

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

Viktor is often up much earlier than you, leaving you to wake up alone. On the plus(?) side, however, he normally opts out of making himself breakfast before either leaving for the academy or starting to work, so you get the opportunity to make him breakfast most mornings. 

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Viktor will spend his time working until ungodly hours; most of the time you will have to gently coax him away from his project with promise of good rest, and a lot of affection. 

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

If you ask, he’ll tell. Otherwise, information about his childhood, insecurities and the like come in dribs and drabs. He doesn’t try to actively hide any of this from you, but he won’t directly open up about it unless you ask. 

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He has a decent amount of patience - considering he has worked on the same tech for god knows how long, only growing frustrated when those around him do not realise the intent of his work, and realising his days are numbered. Outside of this, though, he has a lot of patience. 

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

A lot - if you tell him your favourite food, or your favourite colour, he will find a way to remind you every so often, that he remembers, that he cares about you. He’ll even get Jayce to get you your favourite food on his behalf, if he’s unable. 

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

He was starting to teach you his and Jayce’s theory surrounding Hextech. He was speaking very passionately about his personal plans concerning the technology - helping others and improving their lives with something that could quite literally change your worlds. He paused at one point, realising how long he had been talking for, before glancing to see if you were paying attention. Not only were you paying attention, the amount of love he saw in your eyes was so endearing he almost burst out in tears of both relief and joy. 

S - Security (How protective are they?)

He’s quite secure in the way that he trusts you. He knows full well you can look after yourself well enough - and he’s aware of the fact that he can do little himself. He knows you would come to him if there was anything you needed - whether that be a place to vent, or some advice.  If you wanted a physical protector he’d ask Jayce. 

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Viktor’s primary struggle is with balancing his work life, with his personal life. Oftentimes, he spends far too much time in his workshop, the rest of the world out of sight and out of mind for him. Though, when he realises how long it’s been since he’s checked  in or seen you, he will work just as hard to make it up to you. Yes, it can be a viscous cycle, but he’s working hard to both show his love for you, and improve the lives of the public. 

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

Neglecting himself. He forgets to take care of himself - sleeping, eating, sometimes hygiene also. It gets very bad on a somewhat regular basis; you may have to convince him to step away from his work to take care of himself. (You may also have to help him). 

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not overly; he’ll make himself presentable for the academy, but outside of that, he isn’t too bothered about how he appears.  That is, until, you invited him out on a date - he then starts to panic. “I’ve got nothing to wear that would appeal to them, Jayce! What do I wear?” He’s pacing back and forth, stressing over something that likely won’t make too much of a difference in the long run - over every little detail to try and appear to you as the perfect man, the one you want to be with, not just the one you put up with. 

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would - he’d miss your presence, your gentle reminders for him to take care of himself. He misses your comfort at night - the way you would hold him, the quiet whispers of reassurance. He missed receiving that - he missed giving that. Needless to say, he would isolate himself further to prevent himself from ever feeling this pain again. 

X - Xtra (Random HC)

Viktor has made you many random little gadgets for around your home; a machine to help you make your morning drink? Simple. A little robot to entertain you and keep you company? Oh, but of course. His favourite trinket that he gave you was a small music box, which played your favourite lullaby. 

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Someone who doesn’t listen. Viktor likes communication in a relationship - even if he isn’t always so good at it himself. He will get frustrated at a lack of clear communication, and eventually he may have an outburst about it. 

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Viktor sleeps very little. He goes to bed late (if at all), and gets up very early in the morning. The only time he really sleeps at any length of time through the night is because he’s ill. Is this healthy? Of course not. He vows, however, that once the hextech is readily available to the public, and improving their lives, he will try and take care of himself a little more. 

[purpleeivy]

Day 8 of Drawing something everyday and releasing it to you, the little people in my phone. It’s quite literally the shell of a depressed person, Evangelion Unit-01. It’s only 2am today woo. Considering I have to go back to 6th Form soon and get a bus at 6am I should be fine. Probably. Maybe. Who cares about sleep deprivation right? Anyway into the commentary…

So, it’s arm. What happened there. I don’t have an answer if you wanted to ask that question, because I redrew it about 3 times and that was the best version. I’m pretty sure I just miscalculated where it’s elbow would be, and that in turn made the rest of the arm look worse. The body is also a little bit too thin, as is the right thigh. (Thick thighs save lives, so Shinji can only save half a life with this Eva)

Onto the positives, I’m super pleased with how the head turned out. I really like that. I also quite like the right arm. It’s a little off, but it’s fine. I also like the shoulder blades(? Is that what they are? I’m not sure) quite a bit. I think I spaced them out and sized them mostly correctly.

Overall I do really like it, but I can’t wait to redraw it when I’m better at drawing hehe.

What else… I’m not done with Portal, I have a few ideas for what to draw next in that series, I just think i’m going to take a short break to do some other fandoms, before going back to do it. (One of the portal ideas contains a couple of different ones, and considering they are not that big I will draw multiple for once. Enjoy guessing what they could be hehe, not that there are many options)

I’ve been watching One Piece and it’s good, but I think I am going to go back to Dimension 20 before my Dropout subscription renews because I prefer binge watching shows.

Stream “Koala” by Will Stetson!!!!! I was listening to it on repeat while drawing. (TW Depression for it). The lyrics made me cry the first time I listened to it, because I related to the first part so heavily, and the ending made me have some hope.

This is the first drawing in this daily art thing that I’ve actually ripped a page out and completely restarted, I might reblog this with the ripped out page, but don’t count on that happening.

Hmmm. I can’t think of anything else that I can say without turning this into a journal completely unrelated to the art, and I’d rather not do that (more than I already do, which is definitely possible somehow).

So with that, good morning, good afternoon, or good evening, and as always, goodnight from me.

love you all <3

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