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lizziesangel · 19 hours ago
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RAFE CAMERON - not for the money
x FEM!reader - MASTERLIST
SUMMARY: you are scared that rafe thinks you’re only in the relationship for his money
WORD COUNT: 833
GENRE: fluff
CONTENT WARNING: soft!rafe cameron
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the scent of saltwater and pine carried through the open balcony door of rafe cameron’s bedroom, where you perched, fidgeting with the hem of your sundress. it had been a week since you overheard them—the cruel whispers in the back of the country club that claimed you were only with Rafe for his money.
“she’s so lucky,” one girl had sneered. “he pays for everything. i wouldn’t lift a finger either if i had a guy like that.”
“she’s totally using him,” one said, her tone dripping with disdain. “i mean, look at her. rafe’s always paying for everything.”
“right?” the other chimed in. “hair, nails, those dinners? she’s just in it for the money.”
another had laughed. “she just loves the chanel.”
the words striked you like a blow. was that really how people saw you? you’d never thought of yourself as someone who’d take advantage of him, but now, doubt crept in, wrapping around your chest like a vise.
their words kept echoeing in your head as rafe entered the room, his usual confident swagger softened by the adoration in his eyes. he set a bag from your favorite boutique on the dresser—a clear sign that he’d picked up yet another surprise for you.
“hey, sweet girl,” he said, crossing the room to kiss your temple. “i got you something.”
your chest tightened, guilt swarming you.
“baby,” you started, forcing a smile as you turned to face him. “you didn’t have to—”
“i wanted to,” he interrupted, his brows knitting together. “what’s mine is yours, sweet girl. you know that.”
you hesitated, the nagging doubts pulling at your resolve. if the people at the club thought you were a gold digger, you couldn’t stand the idea of him believing it too.
so, that’s when you decided: no more gifts, no more dates entirely on his dime. you were going to prove that you loved him for him.
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the next week, your new approach to things began to show.
at your usual dinner spot, when the waiter brought the check, you quickly grabbed it before rafe could.
“what are you doing?” Rafe asked, blinking at you in confusion.
“splitting it,” you said firmly, pulling out your card.
“splitting?” He looked at you like you’d spoken a foreign language. “babe, no, put that away.”
“rafe,” you insisted, your tone leaving no room for argument. “i’m paying for my half.”
he frowned, but he let you do it. that frown deepened over the next few days as he noticed more changes: no more nail or hair appointments showing up on his credit card statement, no impromptu shopping trips with bags of chanel or prada waiting at your apartment.
by the time your next date rolled around, he’d had enough.
“okay,” he said, sliding into the booth across from you at the diner. “spill.”
“spill what?” you asked innocently, focusing intently on your menu.
“don’t play coy, sweet girl. i know you. you’ve been acting weird all week. no more letting me pay, no more gifts—what’s going on?”
you sighed, setting the menu down. “i just… i overheard some people at the club. they think i’m using you just for your money. and i don’t want you to ever think that too.”
his expression softened instantly, and he reached across the table, taking your hand in his.
“baby,” he murmured, his voice low and full of affection. “that’s the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.”
you looked at him, surprised by his reaction. “rafe—”
“no, listen to me,” he said firmly. “i don’t care what those people say. they don’t know you. i know you. you’ve been there for me when no one else has. you’ve stuck around through my worst. you think i’m dumb enough to think it’s about the money?”
you blinked, his words sinking in.
“i buy you things because i can and want to,” he continued. “because you deserve the world, and i want to give it to you. not because i think you need it, or because i think it’s the only way to keep you around. got it?”
tears pricked at your eyes, and you nodded. “i just… i didn’t want you to feel like i was taking advantage of you.”
he chuckled softly, standing up to slide into the booth beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.
“sweet girl,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. don’t let some jealous nobodies make you think otherwise.”
you leaned into him, a small smile creeping onto your face.
“okay,” you whispered.
“good,” he said, pulling out his card as the waiter approached. “now let me pay for dinner, and stop being weird.”
you laughed, swatting at his chest. “fine, rafe. you win.”
and as you sat there, wrapped in his arms, you finally let yourself believe it—rafe cameron loved you for you as you loved rafe cameron for rafe cameron.
and that was more valuable than anything money could buy.
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jweekgoji · 9 hours ago
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psst
if u have time pls do a continuation of the Yandere d-16 and reader but somehow he finds the reader when he’s Megatron and this time HE tops
Yandere!Megatron/Reader [TFO]
tw: ROBOTS sexxx (minors don't read please), possesive behavior, mentions of jealousy, brief violence/threats, biting, word count: ~1,2k additional tags: dom!Megatron, sub!reader, decepticon!reader, idol!reader, cybertronian!reader. a/n: it's not like /megs/ finds reader here but the other way around (ig) hehe.
The news of the sudden death of Sentinel Prime had reached you suddenly. Another ordinary, simple day, as it seemed back then. You were used to living in comfort and coziness, after all, from the moment you were born, you were special. At least, you couldn't help but feel that way in a privileged society.
Now, thinking about it, a feeling of pity and wrongness overwhelms your thoughts. It was no surprise that those who were unlucky enough to be born with t-cog had no choice but to dedicate their entire existence for the greater good of your entire race.
Standing humbly behind the decepticon leader's back, you only gave a silent glance in his direction. How much had he managed to endure? What exactly did he have witnessed that day when he went from an obedient and shy D-16 to...
“Why are you still here?” a deep, gravelly voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts.
For a moment, you didn't know what to answer. Was it that important? No, you never noticed him asking the same question to the others.
“To fight alongside you, Megatron,” you quickly replied, your arms kept hidden behind your back, like a well-trained soldier.
A soft, almost inaudible huff escaped from his lips as he shook his helm in mild frustration. He slowly turned around to bore his own red optics into yours. Weren't they orange? You didn't recall.
“That's not what I asked you,” Megatron narrowed his optics, his gaze still as stern. “You know what I'm talking about.”
You tilted your helm down, as if in submission or simply unable to maintain eye contact with him. Either way, an ominous feeling of regret continued to grow inside you, despite how often you tried convincing yourself that it was never your fault.
Funny, isn't it? It seemed like a while ago, here were the two of you right next to each other. His smaller, so small but never fragile frame, was so tender in your servos.
The chassis was completely tarnished in little bruises and scratches, yet it was always a pleasure to gently run your servo over the surface of the silver metal, feeling how the mech beneath you could only bite his fist in a desperate attempt to not make a single sound.
But now, everything seems so different, strange perhaps, but at the same time in its own way familiar. Above you now is a different person; to deny that would be foolish, if not pointless.
The frame is wider, much bigger, than you can remember. The chassis is now peppered with a lot of scars after numerous battles in which you can only feel sorry for every opponent he's faced. All stained in energon, the pink liquid slowly oozing out to smear your own frame. You know it doesn't belong to him.
“Mine, you're all mine,” his servo tightening around your wrists, pinning them both above your helm.
Megatron's heavy breathing made a pleasant shiver run along your spine, and almost instinctively, you pressed your hips against his own.
Everything felt so hot now, so suffocating, that you were barely hanging on to keep from passing out. His chassis only pressed you down further, taking away any chance you had of escaping.
You wish you could tell him so much now. That now, all in his power, you would have never dared to leave him at a moment like this. You would take whatever he would choose to give you, even though he was still inexperienced with controlling his own power.
The thoughts of the past fight gave Megatron no relief. It seemed that the more he focused on the past, the more he wanted to lash out with all of his pent-up anger at you. And you would take it, wouldn't you? You'd always come back and beg for more.
His servo squeezes your thigh, stroking and massaging, then, moves only lower to forcefully spread your legs. Your interface panel was open long ago, presenting him your soaking wet port. Getting off on this as much as he is, what a freaking pathetic duo you both are. That is why you have always been perfect for him, he thinks.
With a rough thrust, Megatron buries his spike inside you to a halt; the way you squeeze around him, writhing in pain and pleasure, is a godlike sight for him. Primus, he should have done that a long, long time ago. If only he wasn't so meek and weak-willed back then, but now he's thankful for it.
He lets out a low, guttural growl as he slams his hips against yours once again, receiving a soft whine. A small, still sensible part of him restrains himself to ruin your body more. That deep-rooted care and desire, genuine love, still makes him act all soft with you. It tells him to leave more kisses, to shower you in that love and care he grew for you for cycles from only observing.
Megatron grits his teeth at the thought. Acting soft and weak already cost him enough suffering in the past. Making the same mistakes again will only show off how little he changed since that day...
He tastes the energon on his glossa, leaving a cold, wet trail of saliva on your neck, only to be followed by a sudden bite, which makes you gasp in surprise.
It was a miracle that no one had entered the room by that time, with none of you trying to hide your gasps and moans from the potential listeners. Perhaps, they already found out; even Starscream, with how often he comes here to complain and grumble about everything, doesn't dare to bother Megatron at the moment of raw need, adrenaline rushing through the whole frame.
Your soft moans are music to Megatron's mind. Every single time you let out his name, breathlessly asking for more, only makes him pepper your neck in wet kisses, more of those bleeding marks forever marking your body. That is how it should be, how it always should have been. You underneath him, so beautiful and perfect, and the most important, this way everyone will know that you are his.
He had grown tired of competing for your attention since when he was a miner. Every day of hard work, daydreaming about you, of you finally noticing him instead of attending another race, with countless of other Iaconians showing their love for you. He would not make any more mistakes.
His, his and only.
“If you ever think of leaving me,” Megatron leans his helm closer to you, burying your face into the crook of your neck. “I will find and kill you with my own servos.”
What you said to him that day never left the mind of the leader of the decepticons. And it seemed that from that moment on, your relationship with each other took on a very different direction.y
Who knew that the threat of your own execution by no one else, but Megatron, would sound so hot to you?
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reginyani · 2 days ago
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College Lecture | s.reid x reader
summary: the behavioral analysis unit are guest speakers for your college class, but one particular agent catches your eye
cw: season4!spencer, reader is flirtatious, year of 2009, possibly use of inaccurate technology for the year, college reader, usage of Y/N
wc: 864
authors note: the only way to promote fics on tumblr is to reblog, so please do so if you enjoyed! once again very short, but once again i'm very tired..
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It was a cold winter morning, with snow falling on the college campus when Professor Coleman made a surprise announcement. The Behavioral Analysis Unit was going to visit the class that day. It would be a special lecture, with an example case that the students could interact with. You never expected to be in the same room with the highest unit in the FBI, let alone receive a lecture from them. With your interest in serial killers and forensic psychology, this lecture was a dream come true.
The hall buzzed with anticipation, and all the students were eager to finally have interesting guest speakers. As the lecture began, the team of agents introduced themselves. The unit chief, SSA Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Penelope Garcia, and Dr. Spencer Reid...
You were drawn to him. The way he spoke was shy and awkward, but his intelligence more than made up for it. Every time words left his mouth, you were captivated, almost as if he was hypnotizing you. Although the attractive agent was a distraction, you tried focusing on taking notes and listening to everyone speak.
You had many questions about the subjects and the example case, but you sat back and listened, observing the dynamics of the special guests. No matter how hard you tried to focus on the lesson, your mind and eyes kept wandering back to Spencer Reid.
The class ended in a blur. Everyone crowded around, hoping to catch a moment with the highly skilled profilers, which they did, but you stayed seated. When the students finally cleared out, you stood up, your plan now set in motion.
As Spencer tried to follow his team out the door, you stopped him. "Dr. Reid," you called, your voice light but loud enough for him to hear from a distance.
He quickly stopped walking and turned around, offering an awkward smile. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Yes?"
"I was hoping to get a moment with you. My names Y/N, and I have some follow-up questions about the lecture. May I?" You tilted your head slightly as you asked for his time, smiling. His cheeks flushed a little in nervousness, and his body stiffened slightly.
He opened his mouth, taking a moment to respond. "Yeah—of course," he said, still a bit caught off guard. His voice was barely above a whisper, as if he were scared to say the wrong thing.
You both moved aside, and you began asking your questions. You started off with some technical questions about profiling, making sure to keep things professional. He answered with his usual ease, but you could tell he was focused on you more than anything else. His eyes occasionally dropped to the ground, and his lips still wore that awkward, yet charming, smile.
"Doesn't your job take a psychological toll on you or your team? I mean, how do you deal with being around all that... darkness?" The question was sincere, and it seemed to catch him off guard. He furrowed his brows, studying you for a while before responding.
"Well, you're not wrong. It does, sometimes. But with a team, it’s a bit easier to handle. We sort of all look after each other. But honestly, books help me more than they do," he joked, chuckling a little. "I also like to play chess sometimes. It helps me relax and think."
You nodded, taking in his words. This was your opportunity. "Chess, huh? I've always wanted to learn how to play. Maybe you could teach me sometime?"
His eyes met yours, and for a moment, you saw the hesitation. "I... uh... sure, yeah, I could teach you. I can't say I'm totally pro though."
You smiled, knowing your plan had worked. "Maybe we can exchange numbers? That way, we could set up a time to meet," you paused for a moment, taking out your phone and smirking. "and practice."
Spencer's mouth hung open, unsure whether to accept the offer. He blinked rapidly as he thought, noticing the shift in your energy. "Okay. Yeah, that... that sounds good. You can... put your number in here." He handed you his phone, and you type in your number and quickly save it.
"Thanks! Text me so we can set up a time," you said as you started walking away. "Bye, Dr. Reid."
You exited the room, and a few seconds later, Spencer did as well. He was then met by Emily and Derek, who raised their eyebrows at him. "Mind if you teach me some lessons?" Derek teased, and Emily laughed.
"Shut up!" was all Spencer could say as the team started walking out of the building together.
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Later that night, Spencer sat on his bed, contemplating whether to text you. It’s not very professional, he thought. But his fingers didn’t follow that approach. He typed in your name and quickly wrote a message.
"Hey Y/N, what time would you be available for us to meet?"
He quickly sent the message, putting his phone away completely waiting for the vibration that you had responded. He didn't have to wait long though, as he felt one almost exactly a minute later.
"I'm free this Saturday, you?"
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dark-moonlust · 18 hours ago
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Deck the Halls Part 1
Pairing: Krampus x fem!human reader
Summary: you secretly start to decorate the house only for your grumpy husband Krampus to find you out.
Warnings: established relationship, grumpy x sunshine trope, decorating, caring and possessive hubby, fluff, cuteness.
I just had to include Krampus in my Christmas stories! This version of him is unbelievably sweet, with only a small bite (for the time being). Happy reading! Find part two on Patreοn. ✨Happy Holidays!
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The attic was a maze and a death trap, but you made it through. It was where you kept all your seasonal decorations and other unnecessary items. You moved through the jumbled mess until you dragged down the four large boxes containing Christmas decorations. Sure, it was still early November 28th—a point that Krampus, your husband, would never let you forget—but he wasn't home, and you weren't going to let his grumpy, anti-Christmas attitude deter you.
You only struggled with the last box as it refused to move. "You're just a box," you growled, tugging on it fiercely. "I'm not letting you win.”
The box eventually collapsed with a shriek, and you lurched back, almost landing on your bum. Well… you’d done it at last. With a huge grin, you dragged each box downstairs and got to work. You had all the time in the world because Krampus was currently caught up in the company he worked for. He worked as a specialist for a corporate organization, investigating unethical activities such as embezzlement, fraud, or employees "breaking the rules." He was incredibly good at his job, and his frightening appearance made others think twice before doing anything dirty.
Without realizing it, time passed, and the living room gradually began to transform into a gorgeous, chaotic mass of garlands, lights, and glitter. You'd managed to wrestle a seven-foot pine tree into the corner, which had been funny given that it was higher than you and weighed around a thousand pounds. You were climbing the ladder with a garland of lights in your hands, humming "All I Want for Christmas Is You" at full gusto when a familiar growl caused you to freeze mid-note.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
You froze. Fuck indeed. 
Krampus was back.
You turned slowly, your hand still holding the lights, to see Krampus, your monstrously handsome but now angry husband standing in the doorway. He looked massive in the wide living room, standing nearly seven and a half feet tall, wearing a dark suit that screamed danger and dark beauty.
Twisted horns twisted from his temples, and dark lustrous fur protruded from his wrists and neck. His penetrating red eyes swept across your form. His jawline was sharp enough to cut, framed by a shadow of a beard. Sharp claws tipped his fingers and a long, serpentine tail flowed behind him, which was currently swinging back and forth. He didn’t wear shoes, he had hooved feet and walked to you with a predator's grace.
“Surprise! It’s decorating day,” you said, forcing a small smile.
“Get down.”
Krampus snarled, his gaze fixed on your body perched dangerously on top of a ladder. He hadn’t planned on coming home early, but something in his gut told him you were up to no good. And of course, he had been right. The sight of you balancing on that wobbly-ass ladder, stringing lights made his heart lurch. Only you did that to him. Made him so fucking worried and out of his mind.
Plus, you had no business looking so damn cute, wearing a short-ass red dress, glitter dusting your cheeks and hair.
But cute or not, you were a menace.
You've always acted like this around Christmas, but this year you started decorating so early that he didn't have time to prepare himself.
“Relax, big hubs,” you called out, a little sassy despite his furrowed brows. “I’ve got this.”
Krampus grunted. Nope. Absolutely not.
“Get down. Now.”
“Silly, I can’t do that. I haven’t finished decorating.”
"It's still November," he muttered, creeping closer. His hooves clicked on the ground, his tail swinging behind him like an angry cat. "You couldn't wait another week?"
"You wouldn't let me decorate even if I waited!" you shot back, wagging your lights at him. "So I have to do it when you're out, obviously."
"So you thought this was a good idea? Climbing on that death trap without me?"
You rolled your eyes. He was so overprotective. "I am fine. You're being dramatic."
“Come down or I'll get your sweet ass down and you don't want that."
Releasing a huff of a breath, you carefully stepped down. Krampus waited patiently at the ladder, gripping it for balance. He only let go when your feet were safely on the ground, tossing away the lights and tugging you to him as if you weighed nothing. He pulled you off the ground to make up for your height difference and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
“You’re not climbing that damn thing again unless I’m standing right here,” he growled, his claws gently digging into your hips as he held you close.
“You’re such a worrywart,” you muttered, your fingers trailing the sharp lines of his jaw.
“That’s because you’re careless, wife.”
You pouted and made puppy eyes at him. “Oh, come on, hubby. I want to decorate. It makes me so happy! Help me out? Please? Please?”
Krampus grumbled something about you having him wrapped around your little finger and eventually agreed. He’d rather take you to bed and fuck your brains out but that would have to wait. Sadly. But he had plans to ask for a big reward for helping you, so his dick stayed good in his pants while he helped you out.
In the end, he ended up doing the majority of the decorating. He hung string after string of garlands and lights across the living room. Before he knew it, he had decorated the massive Christmas tree, the steps leading upstairs, and your bedroom. You had joyful music playing continually and were dancing and smiling sweetly at him.
Well, that made all his efforts worthwhile.
Everything sparkled with soft, golden lights, garlands hung neatly from the fireplace, and the aroma of pine and cinnamon filled the air. You stood back, hugged your husband, proud of the seasonal metamorphosis, despite his occasional growls and eye-rolls.
“You’re always so grumpy about the holidays, but here you are, helping me decorate. Thanks to you we’re almost finished! Only the driveway’s left and the garden.”
Krampus narrowed his eyes, his tail flicking. “Don’t push your luck, wife.”
"Everything looks so good," you murmured, secretly planning to decorate the yard tomorrow.
“Just good?" he rumbled, his voice low. "I just spent three hours untangling lights and garlands and all you've got to say is 'good'?“
You smirked. “Fine, it looks amazing. Totally amazing. Thanks for helping out, hubby.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something, wife?” His gaze flicked to the room briefly before lingering on you.
“Forgetting what?”
“My reward,” he murmured in your ear.
“Oh, your reward,” you said, playing cool even if your belly clenched with desire. “You mean for today? For being such a good hubby and helping me out?”
“Yes, damn it,” he said, his voice a deep, velvet growl. You were infuriating—deliberately driving him to the brink of madness even if he could smell your arousal in the air. He wanted to pin you down, kiss you and fuck your cunt until you stopped sassing him.
“You’re impossible,” you whispered, shivering as his tail curled around your legs, pinning you to him. His hands dragged up your mini red dress, you knew it had driven him mad. Just as you’d planned. Your breath hitched when he let his claws brush against your upper thighs.
“And I think you’re in need of a good fucking, little wife,” he rasped, his lips hovering over yours. “But for starters, I think I’ll have a kiss.”
Head tilting, he claimed your lips, his horns creating shadows on the walls. Your breathing caught, mouth opening and accepting his hungry tongue. Krampus was rough and demanding, thrusting his tongue with yours as if he wanted to devour you, pin you to the wall and make you forget all about the decorations.
And you wanted the same. Were just as needy for him as he was for you.
Part 2 is already up on the app plus much much more to enjoy! Things will get hot. Let me know what you think of my take on Krampus!
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zweetpea · 2 days ago
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Bride of the dragon: Prologue
CW: talks to heirs
Summary: The princess has been taken by the dragon as his bride while a mysterious knight has been tasked with getting her back. The only problem is that the princess wants to stay with the dragon. She went with him willingly as his bride. The two must now learn to love each other which seems to be easier done than said (yes you heard me right). But is their love story as simple as it seems on the surface? read to find out!
IT'S FINALLY HERE! THE FIC YOU"VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! BASED ON THIS!!
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“Princess! I’m here to rescue you!” The blonde night with long braided hair and golden eyes rolled up on a white horse to the desolate, ruinous castle.
“No thanks! She called out, unbothered. She lounged on her balcony reading a book and sipping some tea.
The knight blinked twice in surprise and confusion. “...What?” 
“I’m good.” She shouted flatly as she turned the page.
“But- but I’ve been sent to rescue you!” He laughed slightly, hoping that this was some sick joke or that she was lying for some reason.
“Listen buddy! I’m not leaving so you can either leave now or you can get your butt handed to you by my husband!”
“Wha- HUSBAND?! You can’t possibly mean the dragon can you?” He growled condescendingly.
“I do.” She sneered. She walked back into her cleanly kept and extravagantly decorated room. “Neuvillette!” The princess screamed acrimoniously.
“Yes, my dear?” He smiled politely at her as he rushed into the room.
“There's another guy trying to rescue me.” She spat annoyed. It was rather frustrating that hundreds of people were shaming her life choices. They had no right to tell her how to live or what to do. “Could you please help me out?”
“I suppose I could… in exchange for something.” His voice was playful as was the smirk that graced his lips.
The princess scoffed and smiled slightly. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” She couldn’t contain the teasing tone in her voice. She walked over and pulled his pristine suit down so she could kiss him. It wasn’t easy being married to someone 6 '10 who constantly demanded (pleaded) naked for affection in return for the comfy, private, pampered life you now lead with him. Though you suppose you couldn’t exactly blame him. He was a dragon hybrid and thus it was in his nature to constantly seek the affection of his mate.
He pulled her closer for a second. His soft lips danced against hers in a way that comforted her. He pulled away slightly before pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was soft and reassuring as he looked her in the eyes: “I will be back.”
“Don’t kill him.” She teased with a soft smile.
He laughed slightly. “No promises~” and with that he excused himself.
The princess looked around her room. It was so beautiful. Different shades of blue lined the walls in creative patterns like raindrops on windows. White and silver columns sat in the corners and around the doors to the hall, balcony, walk in wardrobe, and en suite. A four poster bed sat on a platform at one end of the room. Her royal blue, silk sheets still smelled of Neuvillette from the last time he came over to cuddle. 
She sat on the bed and reminisced about when she and Neuvi made this deal. She agreed to be his wife on the condition that she would never have to go back to the golden leash that was the throne. Her younger sister was more than understanding and willing to take up the burden of the throne so their kingdom wasn’t left to ruin. Of course, Neuvillette had a condition as well. She would have to be willing to be intimate and eventually mate with him. She didn’t mind, as he hadn’t asked for more than cuddling and kissing so far. Eventually she thinks she’ll love him enough to have his hatchlings but she wasn’t exactly concerned with it right now as everytime it was brought up Neuvillette became a flustered mess.
She walked out onto the balcony and saw Neuvillette dragging the unconscious knight away from the mountain castle. She howled with laughter at his pouty little walk. He was so cute when he was protective of her. She couldn’t blame him though. It was extremely irritating having someone new every other week show up in the hopes of “rescuing” her. All she wanted to do was cuddle her husband and read in peace.
When he came back he pulled her into his embrace again and just breathed in her scent. On one hand it was nice having her ground him like that, but on the other hand his instincts screamed for him to envelop her in his smell as a warning to all other creatures that he had won the beautiful princess’s hand in marriage and he would never let her go.
“Neuvi?” She looked up at him with big, pleading, doe eyes.
He was quick to respond, “Yes, my dear?” He tried not to sound desperate.
“Can we get some lunch? I’m hungry.” She smiled sweetly.
He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Of course, my dear. I’ll have the Melusines prepare your favorite meal. Unless you’d like to try something new?” He raised an eyebrow prodding for her preference. 
She thought for a moment before her face lit up. “Black Bach Perch Stew please!”
“Then that is what we shall have. Come. let’s head off.” He smiled softly and grabbed her hand. She intertwined their fingers and walked off. Yeah… there was no way he’d ever let her go…
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corkinavoid · 17 hours ago
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DPxDC Hogwarts AU [pt. 3]
The third time is... rather different.
Tim is standing still and prim in his new dress robes between both his parents, the shining and glittering ballroom full of soft chatter, music, and clanking glasses right behind him.
Daniel is standing in front of him, his back straight and his hair styled and gelled to the point where it looks like a beret on his head. He is wearing all white, pristine and perfect, and Mr. Masters, who is standing on his right, is dressed in a similar fashion. The man looks like a marble statue, if Tim is being honest, what with his pale skin, silvery hair and light blue, almost colorless eyes.
Tim hadn't paid attention to it before - to be fair, it's not like he had a chance to see Daniel up close until today - but the boy is also very pale. Not a hint of blush on his cheeks, no freckles or birthmarks that he can see. If Tim hadn't seen him move, he would have been certain he was looking at a porcelain doll, not a human being.
The other person accompanying them is a woman with short, cut just below her ears, ginger hair. And, unlike both Daniel and Mr. Masters, she is not as colorless, wearing a dress in light, shimmering blue, with a high laced collar and tight sleeves. She is smiling pleasantly at Mother as she greets her, keeping her hand on Daniel's shoulder, and, overall, looks a lot more alive than anyone Tim has so far met or seen tonight.
Which is nice. Tim didn't think that when people heard the name 'Winter Ball', they were meant to take it literally and show up acting like frozen sculptures.
The ginger-haired lady curtsies with a smile, and both Mr. Masters and Daniel nod before going past them and entering the ballroom of Drake manor. Tim glances over his shoulder - Daniel kept looking at him as if they've never met before, and Tim is not sure what to think of it - but the boy keeps walking after his chaperones without as much as acknowledging him.
It's only when Tim starts turning his head back that he sees the other boy shoot him a tiny grin over his shoulder.
Tim might not be an expert in body language or socializing, but even he knows that grin means nothing good for the guests at the Ball. Especially given Daniel's previous records. Tim bites back a smile of his own.
Good. This party can definitely use some elephant trunks, in his opinion.
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Roughly an hour later, when Tim had long lost sight of the whole Masters family in the glittering crowd, and, to be honest, kind of forgot to anticipate whatever Daniel was going to do, the boy shows up in front of him again.
He appears from what seems to be thin air, out of breath but with his robes still perfectly white - Tim suspects some sort of spell - and cuts right in between Stephanie and Tim, grabbing the latter's wrist.
"Dance with me," he breathes out urgently, and Tim blinks. Daniel's fingers are cold as ice on his skin.
"What?" He asks, baffled, and Stephanie makes a loud, undignified snort, not bothering to cover her mouth. Daniel shoots her a quick surprised look, like he didn't even see her until she made a sound, but she just shakes her head and makes a tiny step away.
"I don't dance," she says, an innocent smile on her lips, and that's a lie, Tim knows she can dance, she did that not ten minutes ago. She just wants Tim to suffer, the blond traitor in an embroidered dress.
"Good, because I didn't invite you," Daniel smirks, tilting his head to the side, and it should sound like an insult, but somehow doesn't. Stephanie grins back. Tim has an awfully damning feeling like the two of them would get along like a house on fire, given half a chance. And he doesn't like that idea.
Merlin, when he wished for the ball to be a little bit more fun than it is, he didn't mean this. Not that he intends on stopping either of them, but he is pretty sure they are not allowed to join efforts because that will end with the ballroom in ruins. And Tim likes his house in one piece, thanks.
It's also quite irritating how the two of them can just exchange ten words with each other and become friends.
Tim twists his hand in Daniel's grip and grabs him, all but dragging the boy away from Stephanie and to the brightly lit dancefloor. He wanted to dance? Tim can dance, no problem. He bets he can dance ten times better than Daniel, he's had so many lessons.
The boy makes a short, surprised sound at the sudden movement, but then follows suit without a word. His hand is still cold. Maybe one of them should wear gloves.
"Why did you want to dance?" Tim asks, as they get to the edge of the crowd, where the glitter of jewels and the flurry of robes are making a complicated picture of waltz. Why did you ask me, Tim wants to ask, actually, but he is not sure he wants an answer.
Daniel pulls him back by their still joined hands, making Tim turn around, and puts his other hand on Tim's waist, like it's the most natural thing ever. Dancing, right. Tim puts his own hand on Daniel's shoulder and steps closer.
"Sam would actually murder me if I asked her, and I don't know anyone else," the boy explains with a careless shrug, tilting his head to the side and listening to the music. Tim sees his lips move but hears no words - counting the steps, no doubt.
"You don't even know my name," Tim rolls his eyes, and maybe he is a little petty, but he doesn't need to count steps. He just pulls Daniel into the dance, careful enough not to bump into anyone else. The boy follows his lead easily enough, even though he seems a lot more concentrated on where he puts his feet than Tim is. So, he is better at dancing. Nice to know.
"I do, you're Tim," Daniel tells him a few minutes later, when both of them are fairly confident they are not going to trip over each other's feet. Although Tim almost does anyway - he didn't expect that.
On the other hand, it's probably Samantha who told him. Mrs. Manson brought her over to Drake estate a few times but made sure not to invite Tim to Manson's. Probably in order to avoid the same daring escape to happen twice.
"And you're Daniel, but we were never introduced," he counters, "You're not supposed to know."
"That's a stupid rule," Daniel huffs and loses his footing slightly, stepping on Tim's toe, "Oh, sorry. And it's Danny, not Daniel. I hate 'Daniel'."
Tim rolls his eyes and is a little proud that it doesn't cause a single pause in his steps.
But then, there's a crackle up in the air above them, like a firework that went off too close to the ground, and that causes Tim to startle and almost trip over Danie- Danny. The boy's grip on his waist tightens as he keeps Tim from falling, and when Tim looks back up at him, Danny is grinning, wide and excited, and happy.
Just like he did back when they first met. Well, when Tim first saw him.
Which is kind of making Tim's stomach feel weird, but also can only mean one thing.
Tim looks up.
The chandeliers in the ballroom are all giant and lit with a thousand candles, and the patterns of countless mirrors on the ceiling and walls only make the lights seem endless. Not a starry sky, but a myriad of tiny suns thrown all over the high ceilings.
Another crackle follows the first one, and Tim sees a dozen of tiny explosions go off from the chandelier, shooting in all directions and turning into bursts of white, sparkling stardust that slowly fades in the air.
"Pretty, right?" Danny asks quietly as more and more little stars are born high above the crowd, filling the air with shimmering lights. Tim suddenly realizes that they've stopped dancing - and everyone else did, too - and his mouth is hanging open, because this is the prettiest thing he's ever seen, and he didn't expect Danny to do something beautiful. He expected a prank, a joke, something ridiculous like the elephant trunks or the escape on a broom, but this-
This is magic.
Tim can't look away, he doesn't want to look away, but he still tears his gaze from the ceiling and looks at Danny.
"How did you do it?" He asks, quiet enough so no one would hear them over all the fireworks. The boy shrugs nonchalantly, but his eyes hold the reflection of all the sparkling stars above them.
"If I tell you, it won't be that fun," he says, smiling.
Tim doesn't ask again, instead looking back up to the ceiling full of exploding sparks.
It's the best party he's ever seen.
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Visuals that I might have spent too much time looking for:
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And Tim's obligatory post-party drawings:
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Also, for the ambiance reasons, listen to the 'Once Upon a December' cover by Céline Lavigne (I would have added the link, but my fucking country banned YouTube, so I can't, sorry)
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More random info on the characters:
Stephanie Brown is related to Lavender Brown, they are distant cousins, with Steph being a few years older. Her father is currently in Azkaban, and due to this fact, Steph and her mother are not often welcome in most social circles. They have a somewhat tense relationship with the rest of Brown family, but they are not ostracized, just generally frowned upon. Steph doesn't care much, though, you can break walls with her self-esteem. Her mother was a Hufflepuff, and she wants to be one as well.
Jack stayed home with Dani because she is too young to go through a whole ball without getting bored and stirring up some trouble. Danny was allowed to go under the condition that he won't ruin the evening, and he didn't! He made it better for all he knows! Malicious compliance, his favorite tool to use.
Later that evening the guests kept giving Jack and Janet Drake their compliments for the fireworks, and they both gladly accepted them, all while wondering who the fuck did that.
Neither Tim nor Vlad or Maddie, who knew who's at fault, said anything, although Maddie did ask Danny to never do that again without giving prior warning.
[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]
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r3yk · 3 days ago
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ex boyfriend! Rindou Haitani x fem!reader
Rindou has been a Bonten of member for the longest time now, he enjoys the time being there with his older brother Ran but there is something he doesn't have and that's you. He thinks of you alot and wants to be with you again after you broke up having a fight. He would do almost everything to get you back with him.
You were still friends with Ran, his older brother and he invited you to go have lunch together. You came to the Bonten’s headquarters waiting for him to finish his meeting with the other executives.
Ran would soon open the door to see you and he had a small smile on his face with a raised eyebrow as he looked down at you.
"So you actually came this time, huh?" He asked with his usual smirk and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
“Yeah it’s really hot today so i won’t say no to a free lunch!” You smiled at him, too lost into talking with him you didn’t notice Rindou also coming out of the meeting room. You were showing Ran your cute outfit of today, a long sundress with a naked back, perfect for a hot day and perfect to Rindou’s eyes!
Ran kept that smirk as he took in your outfit and he whistled a bit, he found you pretty attractive but he would never dare do anything.
"My my, you're such a tease, huh?"
Ran commented, and Rindou soon stepped out of the room, he spotted you in the sundress showing your figure and stopped completely. Rindou felt his face begin to heat up as his eyes widened. That’s when you noticed him, your smile dropping as you frown at him.
Ran would notice that your smile dropped when you saw Rindou, and he knew it was about to get interesting now. Rindou stared at you with widened eyes and he just took in what you were wearing, he didn’t realise just how revealing and pretty you would look on this hot day.
“Ran you didn’t told me he was here..” You mumbled, crossing your arms under your chest. Ran let out a small chuckle and he folded his arms across his chest.
"Would you have come if I told you Rindou was here?"
He questioned with a smirk. Rindou on the other hand just stayed quiet as he just looked at you, his eyes slowly drifting up to your face from your figure. He was thinking how damn good you look and that it's torture, it's a goddamn torture.
Just as you were gonna reply Sanzu got out of the meeting room and immediately went to you and wrapped his arm around you.
”Heyyy princess what are you doing here?”
Sanzu was always very friendly to you when you were dating Rindou and came to Bonten’s headquarters to visit him.
“Hi Sanzuu!” You replied.
Ran was quite surprised at how Sanzu came up to you and wrapped his arm around you and called you princess, that just pissed Rindou off a little, he just wanted to make Sanzu get away from you.
Ran glanced over at Rindou who was just staring at Sanzu having his arm around you, obviously feeling the jealousy coming from his brother.
"Sanzu, nice of you to join the party."
Ran said with a slight smirk.
“im not joining i have shit to do but it’s always nice to see an angel around here.”
Sanzu smirked at you, as you just smiled at him kindly. Sanzu’s words just made Rindou clenches his fists as he was slowly starting to get really pissed off at Sanzu, who always calls you ‘princess’ or ‘angel’. Rindou really doesn’t like it when other guys talk to you like that except himself and that pissed him off like crazy.
Ran glanced between you and Sanzu with his smirk as he knew that Rindou was getting jealous but he was amused at how much it was affecting his brother. Sanzu’s arm wandered against your waist as he pulled away saying goodbyes and walking to his office.
Rindou really didn’t like seeing Sanzu touch your waist like that, it really made his blood boil but he was at least happy when Sanzu finally left the three of you by yourselves.
Ran glanced at Rindou who was obviously pissed off and he chuckled a bit.
"Oh my, someone’s jealous~"
“Sooo what are we doing here?” You looked at both of them. Ran found the way you said it really cute, he knew you were ignoring the fact that Rindou is really jealous over Sanzu touching you like that.
Rindou was still clenching his fists as he continued to glare in the direction Sanzu went in before he looked at you.
"So? You don’t care that he was just touching you?"
Rindou said, his voice cold and low as he stared you down.
“No? He’s just friendly? Like you were with the girls at the club.” You frowned at him, spilling your venom. Rindou’s eyes widened slightly, he totally forgot of the times where he would talk to girls at the club when you both were together. He had a feeling you would bring it up eventually.
He grits his teeth as he tried to come up with a response back to your venomous comment.
"It's not even the same thing, Princess."
“Don’t call me Princess.” You spat at him.
Hearing those words sting his heart like a knife, he slowly walked up to you, his expression hardening a bit more as he was obviously bothered by you saying that you weren’t his princess anymore. Rindou reached you in a few steps and stopped right in front of you, looking down at you with cold purple eyes. He had his jaw clenched as he replied.
"You used to be mine."
“Yeah and you fucked up big time.”
Rindou’s cold expression slowly hardened even more when you said he ‘fucked up big time’. He was remembering how it was all his fault, how the two of you got into a bad fight, leading to the break up.
He let out a low scoff and reached up to gently grab your chin, his fingers gripping it gently as he locked eyes with you.
"So what, you’re still mad at me?” You swat his hand away turning to Ran for him to get his brother back in his place. ”Maybe i am.”
Ran was just watching the both of  you and he rolled his eyes slightly, he knew he had to calm down his brother before things get heated. Ran stepped in front of you so Rindou was now focused on him.
“Rindou, back off.”
Rindou huffed a bit but he obeyed and he stepped back, giving you space but still looking at you with a hard glare.
“Stop with the glaring dickhead.” You swore angrily.
Rindou’s jaw clenched even tighter when you called him a dickhead, he really hated it when you would call him mean things like that.
"It’s not my fault that I can’t help but glare at you in this damn outfit."
He mumbled, but loud enough for you and Ran to hear. You frowned.
“What.” You were speechless, so now you were the slut for just wearing a dress ?
Rindou’s expression softened slightly at your response and he was beginning to question why you suddenly became defensive.
“Wait.. No, I meant-“
Rindou suddenly cursed himself for not phrasing his words more correctly but Ran was quick to interrupt the two of you.
“Rindou. Shut up and think about what you’re gonna say next.”
“No let him tell me what he thinks but im practically sure i wasn’t the one with a girl on my lap while my girlfriend was cooking for me at home.” You bit back.
Rindou tensed up and his body went still. He knew that you were bringing up the incident about the club when he had a girl on his lap while you were waiting for him at home after cooking his favourite meal.
Rindou clenched his jaw and his cold glare returned as he didn’t say a word, he just stared at you, silently listening to what you’re saying.
“What ? You’re silent now ?”
Rindou’s expression darkened as you continued to call him out. He was quiet for a few more moments before he gritted his teeth and finally spoke.
“What are you trying to do here, trying to guilt trip me or something?”
“no im trying to let you understand how a dick you were and that you cant talk about who touches me and how i dress.” You frowned.
Rindou’s body tensed up once more as you called him a dick again. He knew that he was at fault for the breakup but that doesn’t mean he can’t hate to see other guys touch you and call you cute nicknames like that.
“That’s different. You’re my-..”
He suddenly stopped himself before he could finish his sentence as he suddenly remembered that you weren’t his anymore.
“your what now?” You looked at Ran who was still between you guys, waiting for him to take your side.
Ran was just watching the interaction between you and Rindou but he couldn’t help but smirk a little at Rindou’s reaction to your words.
Rindou gritted his teeth at Ran’s smirk and he stayed quiet for a bit before finally he muttered the words.
”My girlfriend….”
He mumbled, clearly struggling the admit that you were no longer his.
“i hope you think about what you’ve done everyday till you die.” That was your last straw as you walked away, Forget about lunch.
Rindou’s eyes widened when you suddenly said those last words before walking away, and it felt like a knife stabbed through his heart.
“Hey wait-“
He quickly tried to call out to you but he was interrupted by Ran who had blocked his path, stopping him from going after you.
“Rindou should really stop acting like a crazy ex and let her live..” Ran mumbled to him. Rindou clenched his jaw as he tried to push past Ran’s arm but Ran remained motionless.
“I-… But I..”
He mumbled, not knowing what to say or do. He just let out a huff as he slumped his shoulders in defeat, his eyes glancing up to look at your departing figure.
You later walked to your apartment, crying, you still loved Rindou but Gods he was such an asshole. The rest of the day goes on, you just stayed into your bedroom crying. While on the other end, throughout the rest of the day, Rindou would sit in his office and think about all the things he did wrong. He really hated himself for it, he hated himself for letting you go, he hated himself for being the reason why the two of you broke up.
He just couldn’t get your words out of his mind. The way you told him to think about him and what he did every day till he died, the way you called him a dick..
You then remember that you shouldn’t let your soulmate go away like that, you’ve got the proof that the girl that was on his lap, was just a bitch who was rapidly shrugged off Rindou, but that was enough for you back there to think he was cheating. You decided to call him.
Rindou was sitting in his office, staring out the window with a blank expression before he was snapped out of his thoughts when his phone rang out. He immediately fished it out of his pocket when he saw your number.
He was quick to pick up and answer, raising it to his ear.
“Rindou..?” You mumbled through the other end.
Rindou felt his heart clench at the sound of your voice, he immediately recognised it.
“Yeah.. It’s me princess…”
He mumbled back, the old nickname slipping out of his lips.
“come home..I need you.” You sniffed, you see, Rindou left you and your old apartment that you owned together to you. It’s was a home to the both of you.
Rindou’s eyes widened slightly when he heard your request and the way you sounded on the line.
“Yeah.. Yeah okay.. I’ll be there..”
He said, immediately standing up from his chair getting ready to come to your apartment. You hang up and went back to sleep waiting for him.
Rindou quickly rushed out of his office, not bothering to say anything to Ran as he walked out of the headquarters building and into his car.
He drove to your apartment as fast as he could, the whole drive his mind was replaying your conversation with him earlier, your words was still stuck in his mind, and it hurt him a lot that it’s his entire fault for everything. When he finally arrived at your home, he quickly got out of the car and locked it before swiftly walking up to the front door of your apartment.
Rindou took a deep breath to calm himself before he reached up to knock on your door with his cold knuckles. You heard the sound and got up to open the door, dressed in a short nightgown and your hair in a bun. You looked like a mess as You opened the door.
Rindou’s eyes widened a bit when he was met with your figure and your appearance, it was different from how you looked earlier in your sundress. He hadn’t seen you like this before, messy and unkempt.
He slowly stepped closer to you, his eyes never leaving your face, he didn’t know what to say, he had so many things he wanted to say to you but he was silent for a few moments before he finally spoke up.
“You called for me…?” You nodded, immediately jumping into his arms, lips crashing together. Your arms wrap around his neck and legs around his waist. Rindou was taken by surprise when you suddenly kissed him but it took him a few moments to return it, his arms quickly snaked around your waist to hold you close and support you so you didn’t fall off him.
He started to slowly walk forwards, walking you both back into your apartment while having your lips pressed against his in a hungry kiss. He closed the front door with his feet before going to you guys bedroom, he knew the way by heart.
When the two of you reached the bedroom, Rindou quickly laid you down on the bed, his body hovering over you. His cold hands slowly started to trail down your body, caressing every inch of your skin in a silent act of worship, just like the old times.
That’s how you guys finished having the best make up sex, You were now resting against him, You didn’t even talked yet.
Rindou was lying down on the bed, still trying to catch his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. You were now lying on top of him, your head resting against his shoulder as you slowly drifted to sleep. Rindou slowly wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. He was slowly moving his hand up and down your back to smoothe you to sleep.
“i still love you..”
Rindou tensed up a bit when he heard your soft voice, his hand around your back slowly came to a stop as he glanced at you.
He was silent for a few moments before he finally spoke in a soft voice.
“.. I still love you too, Princess…”
He mumbled, holding you closer to him, he missed the feeling of your body against him.
“I’m sorry.” He mumbled.
“i forgive you..Ran told me how much it bothered you and how much you actually loved me..and that it was the girl who sat on your lap but you immediately pushed her off..”
Rindou was silent for a few moments, he was processing your words before his expression suddenly softened, and he slowly let out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding.
“You forgive me..?”
It was the only thing he managed to say, he couldn’t help but feel relieved hearing that you finally knew the truth and that you’ve forgiven him for his mistake. Rindou’s arms around you tightened, holding you even closer to him now.
“Yes..but if that happens again im killing you..Sanzu told me how to hide a body..” You joked half asleep.
Rindou couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your small joke, he actually forgot that you managed to be friends with Sanzu. But Rindou quickly got serious and tightened his arms once more around you, he wouldn’t allow you to ever go out of his sight again.
“That won’t happen again… I’ll never make that mistake again.. I promise.”
He mumbled, his voice was deep and soft, he buried his face into your hair and inhaled your scent.
“Then im yours..”
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talesfromawannabewriter · 3 days ago
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@things-arent-what-they-seem66
Every doctor appointment, every development of the baby, everything Lucifer was there for. When he felt the baby kick for the first time Lucifer had thought his heart had melted. He wasn’t there for the first time, but damn will he ever miss this one. Adam was more than enjoying all the attention from his mate. Eve had done her utmost best to at least ensure his comfort throughout each pregnancy.
For that he will always be thankful. However, she wasn’t Lucifer.
Adam awoke from his slumber as Hells reddish rays of light streaming down his face. He smiled feeling well rested. He brought a hand that was lying at his side up to rub the sleep out of his eye. Unexpectedly, but predictably, it ran against his large six month bump. He left out a small laugh and rubbed it. Adam: Good morning, I almost forgot about you
Once the omega had fully woken up, which took a good few minutes, he was up and about going through his morning ritual. He cleaned his face and teeth, then took a good, long warm bubble bath. It always helped him release the tense muscles that overnight brought. As he washed himself he couldn’t help but play with his long, thick brown locks. Now don’t get Adam wrong he loved his hair it was just a little too long for him.
In Heaven he wasn’t allowed to really cut it. The elders told him that it was natural for all omegas to have a face of femininity. As the first omega and mother of humanity he had to set an example. That meant that he must follow their expectations of him to a tee. His hair was only one of those things.
He wasn’t allowed to dress in his preferred style. Nor was he to have any facial hair. Then of course there were his manners, ‘omegas were to be seen, not heard’ ‘Speak only when spoken to’. He was told that after all he was the one to have initiated discord and sin being brought upon the mortals. Since the rest of omega kind came from him they all were the same. Never mind the fact that alphas also came from him.
The more he kept thinking about it, the more Adam was glad to have left that place.
Once Adam was fully cleaned from head to toe. He got out of his bath, donned a fresh robe, and made his way to the closet. He searched and searched for any pants that might fit him. However, all his maternity pants have seemed to outgrow him. He was just going through a few shirts when he felt someone hug him from behind, resting their hands on his belly. Lucifer: Good morning my beauty.
Adam: Morning.
Lucifer: What’s the matter? Can’t find anything good to pick?
Adam: More like I can’t find anything at all. None of my clothes fit me.
Lucifer: Hmm, if you don’t mind I think I know something that will work.
Lucifer snapped his fingers and Adam’s soft fuzzy robe and slippers disappeared. Only to be replaced by a maternity dress that went just past his knees. It was white and covered in skulls, wrapped against the side of his belly was a black bow. It almost made it look like a present. Adam was already impressed but when he took a glance down to his feet he almost gasped.
It was the boots he saw in that store window a couple days ago while baby shopping with Lucifer. The very best part? They were low heel and felt incredible for his already swollen ankles.
Adam: Oh baby I love it!
Lucifer: Knew you would sweetie. Anyway better finish up. I have a surprise for you.
Adam raised an eyebrow but did as he was told. Once done and ready he went outside where Lucifer was waiting for him. He grinned and pulled out a blindfold.
Lucifer: You don’t mind do you? I just don’t want you peeking and having the surprise ruined.
Adam shook his head and lowered it so that Lucifer could tie the blindfold around his eyes. Once he made sure that Adam couldn’t see. He carefully guided him down the stairs, down the hallways, until finally they made it outside to the garden. He could’ve just portal him to their destination but wanted to build up the excitement and interest. Adam was confused when he heard murmurs all around him.
Even more confused when he heard a “Get down!” Followed by a loud slap and a yelp. Adam: Uh Luci?
Lucifer: Hold on aaaaaand now!
Adam took the blindfold off and immediately gasped. Hands flying to his mouth in shock at the sight of all the baby decorations, snack tables, and most notably a mountain of presents on one stand. There were a group of demons, a few Adam recognized and some he didn’t. They were very big was all that he would say.
There was even a banner above that said congratulations. Adam turned to his mate who had a big smile on his face.
Lucifer: Happy baby shower love!
The First Anti-Christ
@things-arent-what-they-seem66
(excuse me for the long prologue)
Anti Christ, the child of the fallen one, the devil. Everyone knows of the name and what it means. However, they don’t know of WHO that child is do they? Everyone thinks that the child will make themselves known as they bring on the end of humanity. What people don’t realize is that the anti-Christ has already walked upon the Earth.
In fact he was the first to be born on the planet. You see he was one of the very first humans. The very first child and son of the mother of humanity, Adam the first omega. His name was Cain.
Now many must be wondering on how this came to be. Why did it happen. How and why did the first omega manage to give birth to the fallen one’s offspring. All will be explained here, in this story.
A long, long, long, time ago when the Earth was still young the creator of it had decided on what its final inhabitants would be. They were called humans, the very first of their kind. He made them into something special. With their names came their designations.
Lilith the first woman and alpha
Adam the first man and omega
He made the two to be companions, to watch over another as one would for a friend or as he hoped like siblings. However, his other creations had other plans. While the Lord was busy attending to his purpose of watching over the universe. The other creations, the angels went down to the humans and they told the two that they were more than just companions. They told them that they were mates and they would bring forth true humanity.
Both were confused and asked how? The angels told them that once a month Adam’s womb would welcome Lilith’s seed and instructed him for when the time came for Adam to lay on his back and to spread his legs for his mate. When they heard of this both were rather disgusted by it. They hadn’t known each other for long but they simply weren’t compatible in that way. They couldn’t even bother to be friends for they both had too many differences that often clashed with each other.
While Adam was energetic and outgoing, Lilith was reserved and careful. It would often cause arguments from the two, especially when it came to their duties. Their first duties, of naming and caring for everything in the garden. Lilith thought Adam to be immature. Adam thought Lilith to be demanding. Both seemed to think that nothing was ever good enough for each person. One thing they both could agree on is that they did not wish to be mates.
Still Adam did not wish to upset the angels and simply bowed his head and nodded submissively. They began to explain other sets of rules that both were to follow. Lilith as the alpha was to always provide and care for her omega. Adam as the omega was to always follow her way and submit to his alpha. Both were to bring children into this world.
Lilith would become the father of humanity. While Adam would become the mother of humanity.
Lilith, disgusted at the thought, disagreed wholeheartedly. She fled from the garden and away from the omega. Hoping to never set another foot in there again. She was found by someone, an angel of the Lord himself, whom she would soon call a friend and sometime after that a husband. Though she didn’t trust him at first she eventually told the angel of why she ran from paradise.
The angel was shocked and confused. Why would his siblings do that? Why would they mess with his Father’s creations that way? He wanted so badly to go up there and tell his Father of what they had done to Lilith. He knew that they would somehow find a way to pin the blame onto him.
That is why he came up with a new plan. To meet and talk to Lilith’s supposed mate. What he didn’t know at the time was that the omega was actually his true mate.
He crept into the garden, careful not to aware the elders of his presence. What awaited him in the garden was not what he expected. A true beauty, one that took his breath away. Though he had thought Lilith to be pretty. She was nothing compared to Adam.
His soft brown hair, honeyed eyes that sparkled, and tan skin that was splattered by freckles. His Lucious curves was enough to drive him insane. The angel managed to open his mouth and introduced himself. His name was Lucifer, the angel of light and God’s most favored son.
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ay4tou · 2 days ago
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daisies and lilies | johan seong x reader
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summary: at the flower shop you work in, one of your regular customer finds solace he's been finding amidst all the beautiful flowers — you included.
author's note: i ate in making the summary omg... anyway i love this boy sm (╥_╥) he's the main reason why i started reading lookism | masterlist
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The bell above the door chimes again, the sound so familiar now that you don’t even need to look up to know who it is. You glance at the clock on the wall:
6:57 PM.
Right on time.
“Late today,” you say lightly, focusing on the bouquet of snapdragons you’re arranging. You don’t need to check, but you know he’ll be leaning against the doorframe, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket, his sharp eyes scanning the shop like it’s a place he’s not quite sure he belongs in.
“You close at seven. That means I’m on time,” he replies, his tone carrying the same stubbornness it always does.
It started with silent visits, weeks of him stepping into the shop. He never bought anything at first, never even spoke until the day you called him out on his quiet lurking.
“You know, this isn’t a library,” you’d said that first time. “You’re supposed to buy something, not just stare.”
He’d blinked at you, almost like he didn’t know how to respond. Then, after a moment, he’d muttered, “What if I don’t know what I want?”
“Then you ask for help.”
That had earned you a long, piercing stare that had made you feel like he was sizing you up, trying to figure out if you were worth the trouble.
He must have decided you were because he’d kept coming back after that.
Now, months later, you’ve fallen into a strange rhythm. He comes in most evenings, buying a single flower or just watching as you work. You thought it was kinda weird at first, but you really didn't mind, as long as you had company on the boring parts of your shift.
You still don’t know much about him, not really. But at least he told you his name. Johan Seong.
You’d offered yours in return, and the sound of it on his lips had stayed with you longer than it should have.
“Hey, Johan,” you say, breaking the silence. “You know, if you keep coming here, people might think you actually like flowers.”
He snorts, stepping closer to the counter. “Maybe I do.”
“Oh, really?” You arch a brow, meeting his gaze. “What’s your favorite, then?”
His eyes flicker over the array of blooms, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he picks up a lily from the vase on the counter, turning it over in his hands.
“This one,” he says finally.
“Peace and renewal,” you murmur, watching him carefully. “Why does that not surprise me?"
He looks up, and for a moment, there’s something almost playful in his expression. “What, you think I need peace or something?”
You shrug, your lips twitching into a smile. “I think you need a lot of things.”
He laughs then, a short, sharp sound that’s more bitter than amused. “You’re not wrong.”
“What about you?” he asks suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts. “What’s your favorite?”
“Daisies,” you say without hesitation.
“Daisies?” He raises a brow. “That’s boring.”
“They’re not boring,” you protest, crossing your arms.
He tilts his head, a small, amused smile tugging at his lips. He doesn’t argue. Instead, he sets the lily down and leans against the counter, his expression softening. “You ever think about leaving this place?"
The question catches you off guard. “Leaving? Why would I?”
He shrugs, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite place. “I don’t know. Seems like you’re stuck here.”
“I like it here,” you say simply. “It’s peaceful.”
He doesn’t respond, but the way his jaw tightens tells you he has thoughts he’s not sharing.
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The nights grow colder, and his visits become less frequent. When he does show up, he’s quieter, more distant. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but something about the look in his eyes keeps you from speaking.
The bell above the shop door stays silent as the hours tick by. You close up, heart heavy with a worry you can’t quite name. The shop feels emptier without him, like a shadow has been cast over the warmth of the flowers.
It’s a week later, just as you’re locking up for the night, when the doorbell chimes faintly. You turn, and your breath catches in your throat.
“Johan?”
He’s leaning heavily against the doorframe, his face pale and drawn. A cut above his brow is bleeding sluggishly, and bruises bloom across his jaw and neck.
"Hey,” he rasps, his voice weak but still carrying that stubborn edge.
You rush to his side, your heart pounding in your chest. “What the hell happened to you?”
“Don’t… don’t worry about it,” he mutters, waving you off even as his knees buckle. You catch him before he can fall, his weight heavy against you.
“Johan, you’re bleeding! Let me-”
“No,” he interrupts, his voice firmer this time. His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, you see something raw and unguarded there. “I didn’t come here for that.”
“Then why-”
“I just… I needed to see you,” he says quietly, his voice cracking on the last word. “One last time.”
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. You grab his arm, your fingers tightening instinctively. “What do you mean one last time? Hey, you're not gonna... are you?”
“I don’t have a choice,” he cuts you off, his expression twisting with something like regret. “But I'll be back. I promise.”
Your chest tightens, and you shake your head, refusing to believe what he’s saying.
"You're a liar. Stay. I want to help."
“You can’t fix this.” he says, his voice in pain but softening.
Tears prick at your eyes, but you blink them back, refusing to let them fall. “And what about you? Are you just going to disappear?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single lily, its white petals slightly crumpled but still beautiful. He holds it out to you with a trembling hand.
“I mean, I brought this.” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "You said you liked lilies, right?"
You take the flower, your fingers brushing against his. You stared at the single lily, almost wilting but staying strong, even as it's stem is shriveled up.
“Johan…”
"Yeah?"
He leans in, so close you can feel his breath against your skin. For a moment, you think he’s going to kiss you.
"I said I liked daisies. Not lilies."
He stops just short, his forehead almost resting against yours. He retracts his head and makes eye contact with you, looking a bit surprised.
"Oh shit. Really?"
"You really need to take care of yourself." You stifled a laugh. "So young and already has memory loss, what's next, blindness?"
"Hey uh, about that..."
Moments pass and his wounds are all bandaged up, Johan preparing himself to go out of the store one last time.
He sighs. “Take care of yourself too, okay? Bye.” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.
“Johan!” you call out, but he doesn’t turn back.
The bell chimes faintly as he disappears into the night, leaving you standing there with the wilted lily clutched tightly in your hand.
Days turn into weeks, then months, and you don’t see him again. The ache of his absence feels like a wound that refuses to heal, but life goes on, even when your heart feels heavier than it should.
Then, one morning, you step outside to open the shop and find a single lily on the doorstep. No note, no explanation. Just the flower, pristine and beautiful.
Your breath catches, and for the first time in months, you feel a flicker of something that feels like hope.
The lilies keep coming, rarely but consistently. Sometimes weeks pass between them, sometimes months. But each time you find one, it’s like a quiet reminder that he’s still out there somewhere, alive and thinking of you.
You never see him again, but you carry him with you in the quiet moments. Although the ache of his absence never fully fades, there’s a quiet comfort in knowing that, in some small way, he’s still with you.
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annawayne · 16 hours ago
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Hi Anna!! I hope this ask will make you smile! I wanted to know what you think the Ambassadors would get each other if they organized a Secret Santa gift giving for Christmas. Who would get who a present, and what?👀
Hi Stella! ❄️🎄
And oh, thank you a lot for asking, and I had so much fun with this, so I got carried away, and wrote... A bit too much...
So, without further ado, here it is!
Jean to Reiner: a knitting set
It all started one shopping day at the beginning of December when all of the Ambassadors went to buy some groceries. All of them had all the "to-buy" lists, so all of them, in pairs, went in different directions in the marketplace. It was packed with various things and so lively that Jean didn't even notice at first that Reiner disappeared: just after a few steps with no reply from him, Jean stopped and looked around, only to find the torrents of people chatting, running across the counters, between the clicks of boots against the cobblestone, covered with the first snow of the year, and no Reiner. After searching for him for a while, Jean noticed his blond friend staring at something behind the glass in the shop front. The grunt slipped past his lips, meshing with the warm breath, and Jean was ready to burst into Reiner for getting lost that easily, but when he reached the shop, he realized that Reiner was staring in all these hand-made goods: embroidery, knitting, crocheting, all of it. The same moment Reiner noticed Jean, he immediately jumped back and pretended he wasn't staring just a second ago with his mesmerizing gaze. Reiner never brought it up, but the next shopping day, it happened again. So when Jean pulled Reiner's name for Secret Santa, he knew what he would get him.
When Reiner opened his gift, he couldn't believe his eyes to see the shiny new knitting set, the smooth and pleasant threads against his calloused fingers that only knew how to pull a trigger. How could he even think about something like this when all he knew was destruction?
But Jean didn't judge him and just gave it to him.
The first thing Reiner did was the gloves for Jean. Then, all the Ambassador family start wearing the things Reiner knitted: Armin - a hat ("You have not to freeze your brain, you're our leader!"), Pieck - socks ("Your feet are always cold! Don't sleep without socks, you will get sick!"), Connie - a whole blanket because he often falls asleep on the couch, and all the blankets are too short for him, and Annie - a cardigan. As time passes, he starts taking an interest in making knitted toys, so he starts making a bunch and giving them to the orphanages, which becomes even more frequent after the Rumbling.
Pieck to Armin: a jigsaw puzzle
It was a great surprise for Pieck that Armin had never heard about the jigsaw puzzles when, one evening, they both were playing chess and just chatting in between.
"How come?" Pieck asked.
"We didn't have anything like this on Paradis," Armin shrugged, taking his next move on the board. "And even if we had, I doubt I would have it. I bet it costs a lot, and not like orphans can afford a lot".
Armin smiled, his lips tightly pressed and eyes focused on the chess board. Still, Pieck realized that despite the wrinkles on his forehead that started appearing a few months ago as their Ambassador duties took more and more time and energy and the bags under his eyes, despite the first few gray hairs amidst his golden locks, Armin doesn't lose this sheer desire to experience new things. Even back then, in this half-smile that he kept not too wide on purpose not to spill his enjoyment all over his face and not let it reach his heart, knowing too well that he wouldn't buy anything like this for himself because there was always "more important things," Pieck saw his pure interest, shining feebly inside his irises.
She made a great effort to find the biggest jigsaw puzzles she had ever seen. It was a hassle: to find the puzzle with the scenery she wanted was a true challenge, but Pieck is a woman who knows how to do things right. And she knows - it's always worth it. So when a few tears from Armin's eyes slipped down to the ocean scenery illustrated on the puzzle box in his hands after unpacking his gift, she had another proof that it was worth it.
Annie to Pieck: Set of candles, bath bombs, relax set
It's not a secret for Annie that despite Pieck's smiles and easy-going persona, she also "professionally" hides her tiredness and exhaustion. Her always sleepy eyes, slightly mischievous grin, and a bit disheveled gorgeous black hair could, maybe, make an impression that she looks like that, but Annie knows that, partially, it's true. Meanwhile, she also knows about Pieck's sleepless nights, nightmares, and always stiffened muscles that couldn't relax even for a second. "Pieck always knows everything, right?" Annie remembers how Zeke and all these Marleyan generals were saying it to the little girl with the black ponytail every day and how, despite everything, Pieck remained the one who never lost her head—always composed, rational. Always having the other's backs. But never caring too much about herself.
It's a strange concept for Annie, too - but with the difference that she never cared too much about others. At least, this is what she was forced to believe in. It's still a weird concept for Annie - "caring about others." Weird, both because it makes her all fuzzy and warm inside, and also so vulnerable and so on display, but as time goes on and she sees the happy smiles on the faces of the people she - Annie can admit - loves, the thought that, maybe, being vulnerable isn't that a bad thing, after all.
And yet, when Pieck tugs the red ribbons from her box, Annie feels nervous. What if she messed up? Is it so banal? What if-
"Oh, Annie..." She hears Pieck's voice and then feels her friend's arms circling her back, bringing her closer. "Thank you for caring about me", Pieck whispers.
Maybe the set of the aroma candles and the bath bombs looked silly to her, but when the next day Pieck didn't come to breakfast, and all of them found her happily asleep - for the first time in months - Annie thinks that, after all, caring about others is much more pleasant thing.
Connie to Annie: a book for sweets recipe and metronome
Everyone knows Annie loves sweets. The baker's owners greet her like she's their niece, and her slight smile when she speaks to the sales lady is no longer a surprise to anyone. Everyone knows Annie loves to eat sweets. But when Annie opens her gift and sees the "Baking Bible, the guide to the bakery around the world," her gaze finds Connie, her brow arched in silent question.
"What?" Connie laughs.
"I love eating sweets," Annie says, turning pages and observing the colorful illustrations of the pastries and desserts, "not baking them."
"You never tried," Connie grins, ignoring Annie's straightforwardness.
"There's a reason why I never tried."
"Well, now, you have a reason to try again."
"I... don't," Annie shakes her head, her voice losing a few confident tunes as her gaze finds the layered meringue cakes with hazelnuts coated with buttercream. She has never seen this one before, but it looks criminally delicious.
Connie grins wider, seeing Annie's interested stare, and he crosses his arms around his chest.
"But you didn't finish unpacking your gift."
With some tremendous effort, Annie doesn't want to admit that she tore her eyes from the meringue cake and focused on Connie.
"And you say you're not interested in baking," he snorts and then nods in the box direction.
Annie's gaze falls on her lap, where she sees another box decorated with a ribbon. With the tiny irritation of being caught like that, she tugged the ends of the blue ribbon, and when she opened her gift, she felt her breath caught in her throat.
"That's-"
"Yep, the metronome!" Connie declares, his hands on his hips, voice coated with the proud tune.
"That one is really expensive," Annie gulps, remembering seeing the prices.
"Ambassador job is also not easy," Connie smirked, and his grinning mouth smoothed into a caring smile. "Your piano playing is worth it, though."
Armin finds Annie sitting near her piano with a metronome this evening in their room. Her skin was fresh and slightly rosy from the bath, and her hair was still wet. Still, he couldn't bring himself to invade this serenity around her figure as her fingers hovered over the piano keys and gently pressed into the white and black rectangles, the soft music flowing into the room with the soothing hum, that bounced with the sound of the metronome. His shoulder finds the support in the door frame, and the gentle music that caresses his ears with the softest tune makes his eyelids heavy, threatening to close, but Armin keeps his eyes wide open because he knows that he's witnessing the miracle and the beauty of being alive. With her by his side, with her, learning to love and enjoy this life.
Armin to Jean: fancy pocket watch with chain and engraving
Of course, among all Ambassadors, Jean is the Ambassador: always classy, elegant, the tallest among the group, and the fanciest amongst the groups. He often talks to journalists and drags Armin to the professional photoshoots, helping him relax and being more at ease. "Chill, dude, you look nice," he would say to Armin and smile at another camera. "A lot of people find you attractive, so don't be afraid to show it with some confidence and pride."
Armin was always grateful to Jean because, otherwise, if he was alone during these endless hours of photoshoots, he would certainly go insane, not to mention that he would just spend all the night lying on Annie's lap. With Jean's help and support, Annie's cuddles and kisses are enough to calm his anxiety.
But Armin knows: Jean looks excellent, and he knows how to look great, so when he pulled Jean's name for Secret Santa, Armin immediately decided on the present - the pocket watch on the chain with JK initials. Armin isn't really well-versed in fashion, but thanks to his friend, he knows all the latest fashion tendencies (and he remembers well how Jean was talking eagerly about this accessory with Connie, on what Connie said, "You just want to impress Pieck, but you know, she's already dating you"). Armin took this mission seriously: thanks to his Ambassadors connections (and a bit of charm he devotedly learned from Jean Kirstein, "the charismatic young spirit in politics," like he was usually called in all the newspaper titles), he found the master who did the pocket watches with the personalized designs.
So when the time comes to open the present, and Jean's gaze is met with the silver pocket watch, with the engraving of his home back on Paradis and his initials, Jean does his best to hide his tears, but eventually, he gives up.
Starting that evening, he tells everyone what time it is, especially around Pieck, reminding her that "it was already 10 minutes without kisses".
Reiner to Connie: flower press kit and the kit for the picture-making
Buying presents for the funniest ones is always the most challenging thing. Especially when you're depressed like Reiner. What could he even buy for Connie, always joyful, with silly (but funny, alright, he can admit) jokes? But then, Reiner recalls that, despite his goofy side, Connie is a very careful and thoughtful person. He remembers how once he opened the book Connie borrowed him and found there the pressed autumn leaves, and when he returned them to Connie and asked what was it about, he said, "It's the first autumn in our new lives. I want to remember it. And plants remember all of the life around, too". So when he thinks about it, a lot of books Connie gave him have these pressed plants and flowers. So, his choice fell on the plant/flower press kit and the special picture-making kit. It still requires some glass frame and everything, but it's already something. Something to show that he also appreciates this idea.
Not so long after Christmas, their Ambassadors home starts to have new pictures on the walls - pressed plants and flowers, from the city they live, from the places they visit, from the places that won't ever be lived again. With time, it turned into collages, and every time Reiner passes by these pictures, he thinks that, maybe, even such fragile things like plants and flowers could leave much longer, and so he should, too.
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Thank you everyone who read till the end this mammoth of the post, and thank you, Stella, once again for this wonderful ask, I enjoyed it a lot! 🩷
Happy holidays! ~🎄
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spyres · 8 hours ago
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bootleg pokemon advent calender review
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so my mom got me this pokemon-themed advent calender filled with a bunch of bootleg figurines earlier this month and i opened the first door at the time but i completely forgot about it until now. so with it being christmas eve i thought it would be fun to go through each figurine for funsies because i'm utterly fascinated with what i got.
day one: muk
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this was the only one i had knowledge of throughout the entire month. at first i was thinking "well if you look at it as muk's shiny then it could be passable" before remembering that muk's shiny is green and not blue. regardless, congrats to muk on the blue goo and pronouns. 3/10
day two: reuniclus
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i can never spell this damn thing's name. i was pleasantly surprised to see reuniverse though, as it was evident that this calender wasn't going to just be filled with gen one pokemon like i suspected. gen five was actually tied with gen one for the most figurines with six, surpringly! unfortunately there's nothing after gen six though, not even any regional variants.
back to reunicorn, this is definitely on the higher end just for being the correct colour lmao. the bottom part of reunionize does not look like that though. 8/10
day three: clefairy
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one of the better figurines for sure! while it's still evidently of bootleg quality, it could feasibly pass as official just for being the correct colours. her doing the little metronome dance from the anime in her posing is a nice touch too! 9/10
day four: tyrunt
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oh my god they poured tar on him. why are his eyes soulless. he looks possessed. this makes me sad i don't like this one. 2/10
day five: dedenne
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she's a little confused but she's got the spirit, i think. needs to be more orange but i guess looking like you're made of cheese is fitting for a mouse-like creature. 6/10
day six: miltank
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ohhh i really hate this thing. i'm not a miltank hater by any means but this one looks gross and mouldy to me. girl go have a bath. 1/10
day seven: arbok
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WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY GIRL!!!!!! SHE'S FUCKING NAKED!!!!!! sure they got the colour right but they stole her patterns!!! her most stunning feature!!!!!! she was proud of those patterns!!!! AND THEY STOLE THEM FROM HER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hatred and anger/10
day eight: primeape
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i don't want to make any comments about the eyes since i don't have strabismus, but i like that they kept his anger. the personality still manages to shine through here. the rest of the figurine is just. whatever. not the worst but not the best just completely average. 5/10
day nine: pansage
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sorry the picture is ass i don't want to retake it lol. confession: while i don't really have any strong opinions on the elemental monkeys compared to a lot of fans, i do have a bit of a soft spot for pansage because i think he's adorable. rewatching the bw anime a few years back awoke that in me, and i think this one is pretty cute too! something about the :3 face just gets to me. despite missing its cream colouring, i think one is pretty solid overall! 7/10
day ten: victini
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behold the extremely rare and powerful mythical pokemon victini! truly a marvel to witness! anyway i don't like that it's missing its teeth but it's okay i guess. 4/10
day eleven:
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i don't really have much to say on this one tbh? i like that they gave it a stand since it would just fall over with those stubby little legs i guess but i just. don't see anything to really talk about here. 3/10
day twelve: grumpig
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not as soulless-looking as tyrunt was, and maybe it's helped partially by grumpig already having some dark grey in its usual colour scheme so it doesn't look thaaat unusual, but it's still not a good one. 3/10
day thirteen: slowking
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gives me the same gross and mouldy vibes as miltank but not as bad i think. i like the pose. i don't think i've ever seen slowking cross its arms like that in any official pokemon media or merch so there's some points for uniqueness. 4/10
day fourteen: darumaka
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my son murngus who i fed a ball. i love this thing. this is peak. we're never getting any better than this. tpci should make this official merch. love and peace/10
day fifteen: swirlix
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this is my daughter white boy. while i have criticisms with the lumps being too pronounced (they should be softer and more subtle imo) and the lack of feet, i honestly kinda love this one? it reminds me of those pathetic white dogs that look like they'll fall over if you breathe on them too hard, and while the big bumps don't give the image of candy floss like they're supposed to, this reminds me of a cloud in a way, which is still lovely to think about. 9/10
day sixteen: beartic
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who hurt you beartic. the colours are right at least but. the face. 3/10
days seventeen, eighteen and nineteen: croconaw, totodile, feraligatr
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i got the whole family one after another so might as well cover them together.
croconaw: the sniler...... croconaw manages to be the definition of both creepy AND wet here. it's unsettling a little bit but it gives it some personality. 6/10
totodile: i do not like that mouth whatsoever. what the fuck. 2/10
feraligatr: i have to question why feraligatr is a slightly different shade of blue than its younger siblings but that's neither here nor there. it's alright but the eyes are a bit unnerving to me. 4/10
day twenty: chimchar
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the only gen four pokemon of the batch, which is sad for me as a gen four fan. it's fine but this one lacks chimchar's signature flame tail. unfortunate since chimchar canonically farting out fire is a key characteristic to me. 5/10
day twenty one: gothitelle
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i look like this irl. not really much to complain about with this one side from the lack of a mouth and the face being white rather than purple. i like the complete and utter torment in her eyes. i could fix her fr. 7/10
day twenty two: grovyle
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dedicating this one to my fellow pmd fans! they fucking peeled our lad!! the pose is kinda cool though. 6/10
day twenty three: aurorus
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this one is a falls into the category of ugly cute to me. they used the wrong shade of blue but it's still fine imo. i simultaneously like the eyes but also don't like them. i'm very conflicted on how i feel about the finer details of this one but it's okay overall imo. 6/10
day twenty four: psyduck
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ngl i was kinda hoping for something special for the last one. maybe delibird to go with it being for christmas, or another legendary/mythical, but i've been rewatching the anime again recently and they are so fucking mean to misty's psyduck that it's borderline unpleasant to watch at times, so you know what? psyduck deserves this.
it's pretty alright for a bootleg too. they got all the colours and key details right, even if it's rather shoddy, so i'll be generous with this one. 9/10
if you read all of this then thank you for joining me on this journey. i'm so glad i spent christmas eve deciding to review shitty knock-off pokemon merch rather than celebrating with my friends and family. and i'm very sorry that i released these beasts from their prison and have made them everyone else's problem now.
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CHRISTMAS STORY SIX | CHASING CARS — dad!tangerine x reader
w; not much!, some fluff — i’m not too sure about this one omg i’m so sorry </3 im better than this. i promise a better tan fic soon
an; when i tell you i also missed writing for dad!tangerine :,) omg.
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Juliet had been bouncing off the walls all day from the candy she had kept sneaking from the bowl on the counter, giggling when you had caught her little fingers in it, playfully swatting it away. 
“Your tummy is going to be so full of candy, you’ll turn into candy yourself.” 
She had settled down then, a small cheer in your head when you had noticed. Now she’s helping you bake some sweet treats for after dinner — even though you’re sure she’s going to be sick from how much sweetness she’s had from one day. 
But it’s Christmas and you’d never refuse your baby a treat on a holiday — or any day for that matter. 
“Lemon cookies for Uncle Lemlem?” 
Your brows lift slightly and you glance over at her. “Lemon cookies? Or maybe a lemon cake?” 
Her eyes widen and she nods quickly, curls bouncing with the movement. You laugh softly and nod along with her. “Alright, lemon cake it is!” You turn and grab an extra bowl from the cabinet, before grabbing a couple more things you needed. 
You had tried to let her mix, but the flour had kept flying up into her hair and onto your clothing — now she’s only dumping in ingredients, allowing you to mix. Once you slide the two pans into the stove, you turn back to start on the icing. 
“After this, how about a quick bath before Daddy and Uncle Lem gets here?” 
“Then presents?” 
She’s been so good about not complaining with the presents that’s still wrapped and ready to be ripped from the confines of the decorative paper. 
“If he’s here, yes,” You nod, pulling the white bowl towards you and placing it into the refrigerator. “I promised him you’d wait though. He really wants to see you open them.” 
She nods and allows you to help her onto the floor, ushering her towards the bathroom. You’re quick with washing her hair, freeing it from the mix of flour that had poofed back up at her once she had dumped it. 
You slip on cozy christmas pajamas instead, braiding her hair into two braids. Her hand reaches up to rub at her eyes, blinking owlishly. You lift her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Tired?” 
“Mm.” She shakes her head. That really means yes. Smiling, you walk over to your bed, placing her down next to you, humming a soft tune, rubbing your hand up and down her back. 
She’s out for her nap quickly. Pulling away slowly, you walk back into the kitchen to check the cake. Nodding to yourself when the toothpick comes out clean, you pull it from the oven and place it onto a cooling rack before untying your apron. You’d already cleaned with Juliet, heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower yourself. 
Picking out your matching pajamas with Juliet, you smile to yourself and think about two certain presents waiting underneath the tree. 
Juliet giggled when she noticed the matching pajamas you both had worn, Tangerine and Lemon stepping into the living room just in time. 
“Well, aren’t you two just as that snowbear outside?” Lemon grins. 
“Lemlem!” Juliet quickly runs over and wraps her arms around his legs. He places the presents in his hands down, quickly lifting her from the ground with a grin of his own. He hated when Tangerine would call him that — because he knew he was being mean and teasing him about the nickname his niece had gifted him. 
Tan smirks, shaking his head as he walks over to you, pressing a firm kiss to your lips, hands cradling your face as he pulls back. “I’ve missed you.” 
“And I’ve missed you,” He nods. “Thanks for waitin’. I’m surprised I didn't walk into a full breakdown.”
“She’s been good for me all day. I kept her busy since she first woke up this morning,” You nod, glancing over at her. “Though, we do have a present for you an Lem that we want you to open first.” 
Tan’s brows lift slightly when he pulls away from you, glancing back at the little girl who giggles. “Now where is my hug? You went to Lemlem first.” Tan pouts. You roll your eyes, grabbing the two presents as Juliet slips from Lemon’s arms. 
“Only I can call him that, daddy. Not you!” She walks over and allows him to pick her up from the ground, giggling when his mustache tickles her cheek as he presses a kiss against it. 
“It’s fun to say.” He smirks at Lemon who squints his eyes at him. 
You step over and hand Lemon his present and Tan his. Juliet reaches for you and you take her quickly, stepping back and watching them open the box. 
“Oh, yeah!” Lemon cheers, grabbing the pajamas out. 
Tan’s lips pursed together and he stares at you. “You just had to get him one, didn’t you?” 
You grin. “He’s family too, Tan. Be nice.” You tease. He smiles a bit, shaking his head. 
“We’ll be quick. Wait one sec.” He walks past, Lemon following behind as he dances a bit. Grinning, you turn and look at Juliet, holding your hand up for a high-five. She gives you one, giggling. 
Several presents, a big dinner, slices of cake, and a movie later, Lemon is passed out on the couch, snoring. You throw a blanket over him, smiling a bit as you feel Tan’s hand wrap around your waist softly, pressing his lips to your temple before grabbing some plates and walking into the kitchen. 
You follow behind him. “How was the mission?” 
He dumped the trash into the bin, shrugging. “Have a big bruise on my side,” You frown and make your way towards him. “But, I’m glad to be home.” 
“Are you okay?” 
“Nothing a warm bath can’t fix.” He shrugs, beginning to wash dishes. You pout slightly, watching as his hands work under the water. 
“Honey, you don’t have to do—”
He leans over and presses his lips against yours, cutting off your words. “Hush,” He whispers, before straightening his back and continuing. You smile a bit, shaking your head. “You do them when I’m gone, the least I could do is wash some when I’m back. I’ll be up in a minute, okay?” 
You nod and walk towards your shared room with Tan, falling onto the bed, eyes slowly slipping close. Soon enough, you feel the bed dipping under his weight, eyes opening and noticing a small box placed in front of you. 
You lift your head slightly, staring at it. “What’s that?” 
“Another little something I wanted to give to you in private — just you and I.” 
You stare at him before sitting up. He stays laying on his side, a hand propped under his chin as he watches you begin to open the box. There’s a ring inside, eyes widening at how pretty it is. 
“Tan, this is—”
“Your new ring,” You look over at him. “I wanted to get you a new one since your old one was what I could only afford when I asked you,” His hand reaches for your hand, his thumb brushing over it softly. 
“I promised I’d get you one. One that you deserve.” He nods. 
Placing the box onto the nightstand, you lean close and press a kiss to his lips, hands cradling his face. Pressing one last quick kiss onto his lips, you press your forehead against his. “It’s perfect, Tan, and I love it,” You nod. He grins. 
“But I also love this one.” 
His grin falters a bit. “What? How could you love that one? It’s janky and has some diamonds that had begun to loosen — because that bloody prick had lie—”
“You’re getting yourself all worked up, honey,” You laugh softly. “I love it because it reminds me of…us. It’s the first ring you’d given me when you told me how much you truly loved me. I couldn’t just stop wearing this one when it has so much meaning to me.” 
He stares down at the ring on your finger, nodding slightly. “So, I can take the other one back and get the money?” He’s only teasing, but he wants to see what you’ll say. 
“Uh, no,” You pull away from him. You grab the box from the nightstand, grinning as you push it onto your finger on your other hand. “I’ll just wear it on this one.” 
He lets out a laugh, lifting and pressing a kiss against your lips, dipping you slightly as his hands grip your waist. “I love you,” He presses a kiss to your temple. “So much.” 
You drop your head against the pillow, reaching up and holding his face. “I love you. Hold me?” 
He shifts around on the bed, pulling the covers over the both of you, pulling you close. His hand tangles into your hair, scratching at your scalp softly. He smiles when he feels the flutter of your eyelashes against the side of his neck. 
“Goodnight, my love.” He whispers. 
“Goodnight, handsome.”
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so, i miss vander so much i decided to write something to let it out/// i usually dont write so sorry if there're any mistakes///
this is just a little sketch about if reader (you) meet vander once again in an alternative universe///
vanderxfem!reader song by Mako & Grey – What Have They Done to Us (I love it I love it I love it, it soo perfect for this, it so matches the characters, I cry every time I hear it)
"as you wake up in a cold sweat"
It was dark all around, too dark. The body wouldn’t obey, and the mind kept shutting down; it felt as if consciousness was floating somewhere in weightlessness, far, far away from you. Then there was a voice calling you by name. “Professor?” A sudden flash of bright colors rushed before your eyes, and the darkness around you began to gradually dissipate. You were lying on the ground, and the professor, with a worried expression, leaned over you; for a moment, it seemed like he was smiling. Your mind was still resisting, and the bright light began to make you feel nauseous.
My dear, you scared me a bit when you passed out; I was already thinking about running for help. And I did warn you that lifting such heavy things all at once is not advisable and...
You tried to sit up. "Professor... what... where are we?" The professor, too engrossed in his chatter, turned and looked at you intently. "Where are we...?" he echoed, "what... oh!" Suddenly, realization dawned on him. "My dear, you’re back! After we were consumed by Hexgate I was just waiting for you both to appear here." You grabbed your forehead in a sudden bout of pain. The professor's words once again dissolved in a whirlwind of colorful spots and dots. "Ekko still hasn’t woken up yet," you heard him say, "but I think he will be soon..."
You couldn't remember anything after you descended to the gates, only a bright flash and then darkness.
"You know," the professor continued, "I think we should go back. He will be worried."
"He? Ekko?" You rubbed your forehead with your palm; the pain began to subside, and your senses started to return to you.
"little girl what goes on in your head"
In the distance, you could hear muffled children's laughter, the clinking of bottles, and the hissing of air. You looked around; you were in an alley of The Undercity, but it felt like something had changed. Nearby, there were boxes scattered with shards of glass. Apparently, when you felt unwell, you had dropped them from your hands. The professor approached and placed a hand on your shoulder, as if he were gathering his thoughts to say something. His gaze reminded you of that day when you were told that Vander had died, and the professor had carefully chosen his words to comfort you. As if words could heal a broken heart.
"all this hatred in your heart, yet i mourn the most for all the things that i never said"
“We really need to go back,” he finally said after a long silence that was unusual for him. 
“Back where?” You were still struggling to perceive your surroundings, but it was undoubtedly one of the alleys in the Undercity. The professor approached a side door of the building you were near and, after a brief hesitation, opened it and gestured inside: “Back to the bar.” 
"Bar???” There was only one bar in the Zaun – “The Last Drop,” but after Vander’s death, it had become more like a tomb, filled not with ghosts but with memories. After a bit of effort, you got to your feet and leaned against the doorframe. You could hear laughter and music coming from inside. You were surprised; it seemed crowded in there, which felt so strange to you. You looked at the professor, but he just smirked conspiratorially and soon disappeared down the corridor. You sighed and followed him, trying not to trip in the dim light among the numerous boxes. Reaching the door to the main hall, you reached for the handle, but suddenly the door swung open, nearly hitting you in the face. 
“Oh, sorry, I thought no one was here. But, by the way, since I found you, I want to ask you something.” In the doorway stood a girl with blue hair; she reminded you of Vi when you last saw her. “Powder. Jinx?” 
“What?” The words slipped from your lips as you stared at each other. The blue-haired girl beamed at you with a wide smile: “You have to help me sew a dress to wear for the contest! Just imagine, when we take first place, I have to look awesome!” 
You were still processing her words as if they were in another language: “A-a dress…?” “Why is she here? Didn’t Silco take her? Isn’t she a criminal now?” Powder leaned against the door and crossed her arms over her chest: “What’s wrong with you? Did you hit your head? Remember, Vander brought a bunch of fabric from somewhere and told us to ‘have fun’ and…” 
You weren’t listening to her anymore; at the sound of his name, everything around you began to plunge back into darkness, your heart seemed to leap to your throat, cutting off your breath. “Vander. Did she say Vander?”
"dont make me go through this again"
You looked over Powder's shoulder. The spacious hall was filled with people; they were laughing, drinking, and some were swaying to the music. Streams of light poured through the glass ceiling, creating whimsical patterns of light among the crowd. Your heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it would break through your ribcage and then shatter into tiny pieces. “Sorry,” you whispered to Powder, gently pushing her aside. Your gaze darted around the hall, as if searching for something, and then you turned it toward the bar. There were quite a few people around it too, and at one point, the thought that he might be there seemed absurd. “He’s dead.” At those words, old pain surged like a wave, piercing through you, and your insides clenched from an invisible blow. “He’s gone.”
You pushed your way to the bar, nearly elbowing patrons in the stomachs. The last person you bumped into on your way to your goal was Benzo, who was peacefully sipping a drink. 
“Hey, what’s the rush?” he grunted, and you froze in confusion. “Benzo killed the monster Silco.” 
“I…” you managed to squeeze out, “sorry, I… I…” You no longer looked at him; your gaze was fixed on the man standing with his back to everyone, polishing a glass. “No, no, no… what?” Your thoughts tangled, the ground seemed to disappear beneath your feet. “This is some kind of joke. It can’t be him.”
"you’re not real and i can’t pretend"
“Hey, Vander, something’s going on with your girl” Benzo coughed and buried his face in his glass, taking a noisy gulp.  The man behind the bar turned around, giving you a warm smile.
"Are you okay, sweetheart? " His voice was deep, warm, and soothing, and you suddenly realized how much you had missed him. The pain again pierced sharply somewhere in your chest, and you felt tears streaming down your cheeks. The man's expression immediately turned worried. "Dear, what happened? " Still gasping from tears, you went around the bar and clung to the stunned man with both hands. Burying your face in his broad chest, you whispered: "Vander!" He hugged you in return; his large hands enveloped you completely. "Whoa, what’s going on? You heard his laughter rumble inside him, "We saw each other just five minutes ago, not that I’m complaining…" You lifted your head and looked into his eyes, still not believing that it was really him. He cupped your chin with his fingers, pulling you closer to his face and leaving a gentle kiss on your lips. "I can close up early today if you want." He ran his thumb across your cheek, his eyes watching you closely. You shook your head, still pressing against him with your whole body. "It's okay, I wouldn't mind watching you work. Just don't go." Vander looked at you confused. "I wasn't planning to." You let out a quiet sob. "I know, but..." You fell silent as the man brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. "You know I would never leave you. You, Powder, and the boys. Never." You smiled sadly; you didn't want to let him go right now. You don’t know where the Hexgate sent you but you were happy to see him again. Alive.
"I miss you so much, Vander, if only you knew."
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telugu-girl-13 · 5 hours ago
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it’s literally Christmas Eve but I’ve got a mega rant read it or don’t vv
why am I so different from my parents? like I’ve realized that some of my traits are a mix of theirs but we don’t share any hobbies or talents? my parents never read, they aren’t that good at English, yet literature is my thing? neither can they sing and dance, or are artistic at all, but i am? And for some reason, these differences give them an excuse to not pay attention to anything I do at all. They don’t ask what im doing, what im reading, what im dancing to in bharatanatyam, what I was painting back when I used to go to art class, what music im listening to. Even when THEY are the ones who enrolled me in those classes. All because they “don’t have time”. So they NEVER have time?? because that’s they’re excuse ALWAYS. and then my mom goes and talks about how much work she has to do, how she has to cook and clean for everyone in the house, if you want help, could you TEACH me how to do stuff instead of complaining?? (ok that was unrelated, now back on topic>)
just a few weeks ago, my mom figured out my favorite color was purple when asking me what decorations I wanted for my birthday. My dad probably knows nothing about me as well. They think I hate or im so distant to Indian culture, maybe if they asked what I was reading, they’d know that I read Aru Shah?
And the few times my parents DO try to invest in what im doing, omg, it sounds SO fake. Like yesterday when I came back from dance my mom subjected me to shopping, but does she care that I just worked my butt off physically for over an hour? And I tell her that and she’s like “if I could come to your class I would watch you for an hour” like NO THE FUCK YOU WOULDNT ?? When I tell her that she’s like “well I have nooo time do you expect me to actually do that” and laughed—then why are you FUCKING LYING TO ME. why do you think lying is the only solution to EVERYTHING and it’s the only thing that’ll make me happy? why do you LAUGH every time I want you to actually SEE me? Why can’t you TAKE ME SERIOUSLY?? Like I swear to fucking god im not a clown or a freak to laugh at all the time. Plus when I get mad at her for this shit she’s like “your just like your dad” like MF IF YOU KNEW MY DAD FOR MORE THAN ONE MONTH (she brags about it??) BECAUSE OF A FUCKING ARRANGED MARRIAGE AND DIDNT JUST MEET HIM ON A PHONE CALL SITUATED BY A MATCHMAKER YOU WOULD KNOW THAT HE HAS BIG FAT FUCKING ANGER ISSUES AND THAT THEY WOULD HAVE PASSED DOWN TO YOUR CHILDREN—that’s not my fucking fault??
And don’t even get me started on my dad because he’s lived in this country for over fifteen years yet he literally knows NOTHING about it? On Saturday it took me five whole minutes to explain to him how my friend didn’t know she was having a party (it was a surprise) so she didn’t invite anyone. And he kept interpreting it wrong like OMG it’s not hard 😭😭 and imagine this but about stuff I like, he can never and probably never will understand my hobbies.
Honestly I’m pretty sure my followers who check in on my blog every once in a WHILE know more about me than they do. other than yall, idk who else I’d talk to about this. I’m super proud of you if you read through all of that 💗💗 this entire thing was in one mega paragraph so be glad I broke it down. my mom is calling me down rn for some family shit so 👋
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saveyourblood · 1 day ago
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Pretty Boy - Ch 13 (Buddie x Reader)
Summary: You can feel Buck staring. When your eyes meet his, you realize he’s staring at your hand, which is still on Eddie’s knee. You slowly retreat, which makes Buck turn his attention to your face. You smile softly. He just looks out the window. The one where you’re an advanced paramedic, Buck and Eddie are firefighters, and you think you might be in love with both of them.
Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10 | Ch 11 | Ch 12
Chapter Summary: It's back to work for you and your boys, but it wouldn't be the 118 if there weren't a few bumps in the road — or prisoners in the ambulance.
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Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: violence
You’re good at a lot of things, but keeping secrets isn’t one of them. When the Christmas season rolls around, you can’t buy gifts too far in advance because if you do, all you can think about is telling the person what you got them. If someone asks, “Can we keep this between us?” you start to sweat a little. If someone catches you in a lie, it doesn’t take much for them to get the information out of you.
This is the biggest secret of your life. It involves everyone you care about in at least some way. You really don’t want to fuck it up.
Everyone knows you and Buck are dating. They know you’re living together. What they don’t know is that you’ve spent the last three months living with Eddie. They don’t know that you and Buck are also dating Eddie and that he’s dating both of you.
They don’t care that you and Buck are dating. Would they care that the three of you are dating? You aren’t sure. But the thought of revealing it ties your intestines into knots and makes your heart beat a little faster.
You all decided that, for now, it would be best to act like nothing is going on. Eddie is just getting back to work after the shooting, and the last thing he needs is for the transition back to be even harder.
Eddie Diaz is a secret worth keeping; you just can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t want to be kept. It isn’t exactly fair that you and Buck get to go on like normal, leaving him in the shadows. Eddie’s assured you both many times that he doesn’t feel left out — that he gets it. It doesn’t untie any of the knots in your stomach, though.
And then there’s the Christopher thing.
He’s a smart kid, smart enough to know that something is going on. You and Buck visited at least once a week before the shooting, so it’s not like your recent presence tilted the world on its axis. You definitely never spent this much time, though. And the more comfortable you’re getting in the relationship, the less careful you’re getting.
More than once, Christopher has walked into the living room when your legs are in Eddie’s lap or his arm is around your shoulders. Eddie quickly corrects the positioning, gently moving your legs or lifting his arm. All of his focus shifts to his son in a matter of seconds, like you aren’t even sitting next to him. Chris always spares you a few extra glances, but he doesn’t say anything.
Overall, though, everything and everyone is comfortable. Or, at the bare minimum, you have no reason to believe otherwise.
The four of you are sitting around the kitchen table, silently enjoying dinner. Christopher decides to break the silence.
“Are you going to be my new mom?”
You nearly choke on your drink. You cough a few times, and Buck pats your back in silent reassurance. You can’t look away from Eddie, who’s sitting across from you and next to his son.
His mouth is slack open in surprise, but he recovers quickly. He angles his chair to Christopher, clearing his throat. “What makes you ask that, buddy?”
“You help me get ready like a mom. You make dinner like a mom. You’re here a lot, like a mom.”
It sounds so simple when he lays it out like that, so simple that it’s almost impossible to refute. But… you’re supposed to refute it, right?
“I’m… your dad’s friend,” you eventually say. “I care about you both a lot.”
Chris stares at you, considering this. Eddie does the same.
“Maybe that’s better than having a mom,” Chris says, then continues to eat.
You see the tension in Eddie’s shoulders evaporate. He lets out a breath he probably didn’t even realize he was holding.
Buck isn’t entirely satisfied with that answer, though.
“Chris, why would that be better?” Buck asks. His tone is a little hesitant, but even as a parallel line.
“My mom died, and I miss her,” Chris answers simply. “I don’t want her to die, too. I don’t want to miss anyone else.”
It’s been over a year since Shannon’s accident — a whole year of Christopher’s life without his mother. The worst part about it is it can’t be fixed. Eddie’s told you how Shannon left and how hard it was to let her back into their son’s life. He did, though, because he thought it would be best for everyone. She was gone, but Eddie brought her back. He can’t bring her back again, and it’s probably killing him.
You rub your lips together in contemplation. “You know, Chris, my mom died too.”
Chris looks at you with wide eyes. “Really?”
He sounds so hopeful about having this in common with you. It makes your chest ache.
“Yeah,” you say softly. “She died when I was a baby. I don’t remember her, but I still miss her. And it hurts, missing your mom, but it won’t hurt forever. One day, you’ll be able to think of her, and it won’t hurt. And until then, I’ll be here. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
The first call you work as a triad is a fucking doozy.
You’re called to Jamestown State Prison, where a riot is underway. That’s not why the 118 is there, though; the prisoners started some fires, and it’s your job to put them out. Both Buck and Eddie suggested you stay behind, that you probably wouldn’t be needed. You felt your face flush red and were greeted with suspicious looks from Bobby, Chimney, and especially Hen. You brushed them off, said that you can take care of yourself.
Now that you’re actually here, though, you kind of wish you listened to your boyfriends.
The team has to be ushered around the building by four men in total SWAT gear. You’re taken through automated doors and down long hallways, most of which have blood splatters on the wall and random debris scattered throughout. You finally make it to the HVAC corridor, where the primary fire is burning.
“Buck, Eddie, put up a water curtain,” Bobby instructs.
You survey the room and notice that the top of the walls are lined with fans. “Cap, they’re going to keep sucking smoke up into the system.”
He looks at the fans, then back at you. “Find the killswitch, let me know when you got it.”
You nod once and start walking along the wall. You’re up to date on your firefighting certification, but when you actually find yourself decked out in all the gear, it’s as if that part of your brain short-circuits. You never want to find yourself in an important role when it comes to firefighting. Finding a killswitch, though? You could do that in your sleep.
You quickly find a grey box with a red switch on it. With a little force, you pull it down, and you can hear the equipment shut down. “Got it!”
The boys put out the fire a few minutes later, and the team is ready to move out. Three of your four escorts had to take off and help control a different area, leaving you with one guard to walk you all out.
As you make your way back through a random room, you hear a strange sound. It stops you dead in your tracks.
“Did you guys hear that?” You ask, looking around. “Someone’s here.”
“No, this area is secure,” the guard says.
You disregard his response, instead following the sound. You turn the corner and see two men laying on the floor, side by side.
“Over here!” you shout, sliding your medi-bag off your shoulder as you approach the men.
They’re in blue and white clothes, similar to scrubs — prisoners. Due to their injuries, however, they’re hardly a threat. Both of their faces are bloodied and swollen. One has a decent laceration to the abdomen, while the other has a nasty upper airway sound.
“Airway is compromised,” you verbalize, gently palpating his neck. “I think his trachea is crushed.”
“Leave ‘em, they’re scumbags,” the guard retorts.
“We’re not leaving anyone,” Bobby protests. “ Let's get 'em up and out. No time for gurneys.”
Buck and Eddie help carry the airway patient while Bobby and Hen take care of the laceration patient. The guard leads you all out, and you’re hot on his heels. You hate to think what would happen if you got separated from the group.
You make it to the last hallway when Hen starts shouting.
“Stop, stop stop! He’s having a seizure,” she shouts, planting her feet in place.
The final gate opens, and you look back at Bobby, who’s helping lower the prisoner to the ground.
“You three go, we’ll be right behind you.”
You swallow. “Captain-”
“That’s an order!” He cuts you off. “Go!”
You make it to the last door. The guard keeps it propped open as Buck and Eddie walk out. You’re already rushing to the rig to get the gurney out.
“I gotta get back in there,” he explains. “Protocol says you need two guards with you. Don’t leave without an escort, all right?”
“Copy that,” you say as you pull the gurney out.
Moments after the three of you settle the patient, two officers in green jackets are at the back of the rig. You gesture for one to come in, while Buck hops out and leads the other to the front.
A few minutes into the ride, Buck turns off the sirens. You frown, looking towards the cab in confusion. When you turn back around, one of the ‘officers’ is pointing his gun at you.
“I can’t thank you three enough,” he says. “I’ve waited 18 years to get the hell out of that place.”
Buck pulls over, and the three of you are ushered out of the rig at gunpoint.
“Okay, so you broke out… what now?” Eddie asks.
The shorter prisoner says nothing as he rifles through Eddie’s pockets.
“The patient in there,” you continue, tilting your chin to the ambulance, “is that your handiwork?”
He moves on to you, a sick smile on his face as he digs through your pockets. He comes back with your phone and wallet. He walks back to the rig to talk to his co-conspirator.
“What do we do?” Buck asks in a low voice.
“Don’t know yet,” Eddie responds.
“Maybe they just want the ambulance?”
“Then why would they search us?” you counter. “There’s three of us, and two of them.”
“Cute kid,” one of the prisoners interrupts. He holds up a picture of Chris, the one Eddie keeps in his wallet. “Yours? I’m guessing he lives with you at 4995 South Bedford Street?”
Buck steps forward. “Hey, man, don’t even-”
The other prisoner pistol-whips him.
“Okay, so now that we're all on the same page, here's what's gonna happen next.”
With the boys’ help, the prisoners locate the GPS in the rig and remove it, leaving it on the side of the road. The three of you are forced into the back of the ambulance while one of them drives.
You keep staring at the prisoner. It probably isn’t the best idea, considering his gun is aimed at you. You can’t help it, though. He looks… familiar.
“I know you,” you say.
He frowns and scoffs out a laugh. “What?”
“I’ve seen you somewhere,” you continue, still observing his features.
The patient starts to sputter. Eddie turns his head to the side, and you reach for the suction without prompting.
“...Trent, something,” you say as you hand Eddie the suction catheter. You don’t look away from the prisoner. “Am I right?”
He breaks eye contact.
“You’re on death row,” you say, nodding as you get more confident. “Yeah, you were convicted of triple homicide.”
“He can’t protect his airway,” Eddie observes as he moves the suction catheter around. “We need to intubate.”
“Almost there, Mitch,” the man driving chimes in.
Buck looks out the window, his brow furrowing. “Wait, you guys are serious? We’re really going to a hospital?”
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Mitch mocks. “You’re so concerned about the health of your friend here. Now you can walk him through the front door.”
“Initiating RSI,” you say, ignoring the arguing men around you. “Eddie, start bagging, I’ll get the meds.”
You and Eddie intubate smoothly, like you have countless times. You push the meds, Eddie waits about 45 seconds before moving the BVM and replacing it with a Mac blade. He advances the tube and pulls the guidewire, and as he attaches the bag valve to the tube, you hover your stethoscope over the patient’s lungs. Eddie administers a breath, and you can hear it. You move to the other side and listen before pulling the stethoscope from your ears.
“Breath sounds bilateral,” you say, slinging your stethoscope around your neck. “Nice work.”
“Very nice work,” Mitch agrees, though he doesn’t sound genuine. “Now you two,” he says, gesturing between you and Buck, “get him inside.”
“Hey, man, listen, I don't know what you want, but there is a hospital full of sick people…” Buck protests.
“Just go, or I’ll shoot you,” Mitch states. “Or her. Or him. And then I find his kid, and I shoot him too.”
“Buck,” Eddie says simply. His tone leaves no room for argument.
You lean over to make eye contact with Eddie. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
He looks up and down your face before nodding. “I’ll see you later.”
You and Buck get the patient inside. You’re escorted by Mitch’s co-conspirator, Dom. Once you get into the ER, it’s a ghost town; no one’s at the front desk, and the triage bay is empty of both staff and patients. A sense of dread pools into the base of your stomach. The dread is replaced with realization when you get tackled to the floor.
“I’m a paramedic!” you shout after saying your name. “I’m with the 118. That’s Evan Buckley, he’s a firefighter. Get the hell off of me!”
You hear Athena shout your name, then Buck’s. “Those two are good, let them up.”
The officers turn you around and offer you a hand, helping you to your feet as they apologize.
“Are you two okay?” Athena asks.
You look over Buck. He’s got a good injury to his left temple from where he was pistol-whipped; where the skin isn’t broken, it’s bruising red and purple. His head is probably pounding.
“We’re good,” Buck confirms. “How’d you know we were coming here?”
“We figured out why Mitchell broke out,” Athena explains. “Where is he?”
“Still in the ambulance,” you say, “with Eddie.”
After a while of radio static, you convince Buck to let you check him out. He’s sitting on an ER gurney, and you’re standing beside him, crossing a penlight through his vision.
“All he wants is to donate his heart,” Buck mumbles. “Why won’t they just let him?”
“You heard them, Buck: it’s against the law,” You respond, pocketing your pen. You hold out your index fingers. “Squeeze.”
He does as he’s told, and his strength is equal, just like his pupils. You can rule out a hemorrhage or hematoma of any kind, though you aren’t convinced he doesn’t have a concussion.
“Any nausea? Dizziness?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest.
“No, just a killer headache,” Buck says.
“Not surprising,” you chuckle.
You don some gloves and pick up a swab. You swipe the antiseptic over the cut on Buck’s face. He winces for a second, then goes back to wringing his hands together. You apply a bandaid, then use one hand to tilt his chin up so you can look him in the eye.
“Eddie will be okay,” you promise softly.
“How do you know that?”
“Because he’s always okay.”
You hear a single gunshot.
You find yourself running through the ER and out the front doors, Buck only a few paces behind you. You’re both screaming Eddie’s name, and you don’t stop until you can see him.
He’s at the back of the rig, crouching over Mitch as he does chest compressions.
Eddie makes eye contact with you. “Go get the crash cart.”
“What the hell happened?” You ask, panting.
“He shot himself. The bullet hit his brain. Go tell the hospital they need a crash team out here. They need to prep an OR.”
“Eddie, he’s dead,” Buck says.
“But his heart isn’t, and I need it to stay that way,” Eddie explains. “Go!”
Buck runs back into the hospital, shouting for help. You kneel opposite of Eddie, locking your hands together.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” you tell him.
“198, 199, 200,” Eddie says.
You quickly take over compressions, counting under your breath.
Athena and her boss find a loophole, and Mitch is able to donate his heart to his son, Nolan. They started surgery hours ago, and you wouldn’t be surprised if there were a few more hours to go.
You look over at Eddie, who’s sitting beside you. You nudge your knee against his. He looks up, and you smile.
“Are you okay?” you ask softly.
Eddie sighs and runs a hand down his face before nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“He told you about his plan,” you say. It isn’t a question. If Eddie hadn’t known, he wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of trying to ‘save’ Mitch.
“Yeah, he did.”
“And you went along with it,” you continue. “Why?”
Eddie frowns. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because he threatened to kill you, and me, and Buck, and your son. I think that’s four good reasons right there.”
Eddie averts his gaze. “After he told me his plan… he stopped being a prisoner. Or, at least, I stopped seeing him as one. He was just a dad trying to save his kid. God knows I would do the same for Chris.”
“Well, I think you’d have some competition,” you say lightheartedly. You lean forward to see Buck in the chair nect to Eddie. His legs are extended and his shoulders scrunched to his neck as he dozes off.
“Yeah, I definitely would,” Eddie agrees with a smile. He rubs his hands over his legs before standing. “I’m getting coffee. Want some?”
“Coffee sounds great,” you say with a smile.
Eddie walks off. Hen quickly takes his seat.
“Hey,” she greets, settling into the chair.
“Hey,” you return. “How did things shake out at Jamestown?”
Hen grins. “I got to perfrom surgery.”
“Shut up.”
“Seriously,” she laughs joyfully. “End-to-end anastomosis of the splenic artery.”
“On the guard you and Cap rescued?”
She nods. “Sounds like he’ll be making a full recovery.”
You raise your hand for a high-five. “Way to go, Dr. Wilson.”
She grins and slaps your hand before holding and squeezing it. You both laugh and grin.
Hen continues holding your hand, running her thumb over the back of it. “Can I ask you something?”
You smile. “Of course.”
“Are you dating Eddie?”
You heart jumps into your throat. “I’m dating Buck.”
“Are you also dating Eddie?”
The way she phrases it makes it sound so… simple. God, you wish it were that simple.
The more that you think about it, though… why isn’t it that simple? All the random details are yours to work through with your partners behind closed doors. When it comes to your work and personal life, why can’t you simply be dating two guys who are also dating each other?
“We aren’t telling people yet,” you whisper. “But… yes. Buck and I are dating Eddie.”
Hen’s eyes widen and her eyebrows raise. “Both of you?”
Your heart goes from your throat up to your head and pounds mercilessly. Maybe she isn’t cool with it like you thought she’d be. The idea of that makes your stomach sick and your limbs numb.
“Well, it’s about damn time.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “You sure you’re okay with it?”
“Are you happy? All three of you?”
You nod.
“I love you all, and if you make each other happy, then why wouldn’t I be okay with it?”
Your eyes well with tears; you didn’t realize how badly you needed to hear someone you love say that. Your secret is out, and it doesn’t matter. You couldn’t be happier.
You pull Hen into a hug. It’s a little awkward since you’re both sitting, but you don’t care, and neither does she.
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Part of the “We’ve Sold Our Hearts (To Each Other)” universe. Takes place directly after the last snippet. Probably not what Melkor was expecting.
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Melkor regretted answering the phone the minute he heard the voice on the other end. He had been sitting on the couch with a very sick Mairon stretched out across his lap, the Bachelorette on in the background, when his phone rang.
Thinking maybe it was the pharmacy or the doctors office, he answered right away. In despairing hindsight, he should have checked the caller ID.
“Melkor, hello.”
Melkor wanted to crawl into a hole at the sound of that stupid, pompous voice.
Manwë.
Melkor sighed, adjusting his position just enough so that Mairon wouldn’t wake up to him talking. “To what do I owe this pleasant surprise, little brother? I wasn’t expecting a call from my parole officer this afternoon.”
He could practically hear Manwe rolling his eyes and felt a small twinge of satisfaction at irritating his brother.
“Look, I don’t have time for this. I’m just calling to invite you home for Christmas. Varda and I would love to see you.”
Melkor stiffened, relaxing only when Mairon shifted on his lap. He had to gather control of his voice before speaking. “No.”
“Melkor—“
“As tempting as your offer is, I’m going to have to decline. Even if I wanted to be there, which I don’t, Mairon’s sick.”
Melkor was never glad when Mairon was sick. When it was mild, he was very overdramatic about the whole thing. When it was serious, like now, Melkor refused to leave Mairon’s side for fear he would deliriously walk off into the void.
However, it worked in his favor this time.
So he thought.
“Melkor, if you’re going to lie, at least make it a good one. You haven’t been with Mairon for months. You kept him around for a few weeks after that work event and then you ended it like the others. And I hate that I know that.”
Melkor winced. That was the one problem with not keeping contact with his family for long periods of time. Their information was always sorely outdated.
However, Manwe was right. That did happen. Of course, things were more complicated than that and the outcome was now very different from what Melkor’s brother was describing.
But that was a story for another time.
Before he could deliver a stinging retort, Mairon moved his head slightly and gave a pathetic sneeze. Melkor immediately put his phone down and stroked tangled red hair away from his partner’s face.
“How are you feeling, precious?”
Mairon sighed. “Like shit.”
Melkor nodded, squeezing him gently. “Better than yesterday?
Better than when I found you last night?
Mairon seemed to pick up on what he was implying. He gave Melkor a warm glance, full of reassurance. “Yes, love.” He sat up, steadying himself, before getting to his feet.
Melkor felt his heart lurch. “Where are you going?”
Mairon gave him a withering look. “The bathroom. Do you want to hold my hand while I’m in there?”
At least his snark is returning.
“No, you little shit. I want to make sure you can see. Take Minnie with you.”
Mairon rolled his eyes, though Melkor thought he saw some affection there. “I was planning on it.” He called Minnie to his side, the red huskie trotting loyally behind him with her tail wagging.
Only when Melkor was sure Mairon had made it down the hallway without any trouble did he remember he was still technically on the phone. He sighed, picking up his cellphone and hoping this conversation could be ended as quickly as it began.
“Look, I can’t come, I don’t want to, the end. I’m trying to save you time.”
“Who was that?”
Melkor rubbed his free hand over his face. “Who? You mean Mairon? Yeah, I told you, he’s sick and I’m not coming.”
An elongated moment of silence made Melkor think his brother had hung up. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.
“I can’t believe you were serious…Anyway, I didn’t call you to play word games or judge you for your life choices. Dad wants everyone to come home for Christmas this year. He says it’s important.”
Melkor snorted, reacting instinctively. “That makes this whole fucking song and dance even less appealing. If I could get a restraining—“
“Melkor, it could be important. Bring Mairon, since apparently he’s involved in your misery business, I don’t care what you do. But get your ass up here. You’re lucky dad still wants anything to do with you after—“
Melkor ended the call, hoping to regain his sense of control before Mairon came back. He sighed.
It looked like they were heading to Valinor for the holidays.
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