#drafts are mostly being carried over i think

[littlemelaninfics]

Surprise, Surprise

a/n: I had this mostly written in my drafts before Bi!Buck actually became canon and wanted to finish it, so enjoy <3 (18+ ONLY)

Warnings: pregnant reader, fluff (whoa! Cali writes fluff? Don’t get used to it 😉)

“Is y/n feeling okay?”

“Yeah. Why do you ask?”

“Because she looks - Well she looks a little-“

“Hot.” Maddie said.

“Yeah that,” Chim agreed while pointing to Maddie.

“Hot?” Buck asked furrowing his brow.

“As in sexy. Foxy. Hot!” Maddie said very bluntly that even had her husband looking at her. Athena and Hen scurried to the three at the kitchen island to join in,

“You guys talking about Y/n?” Hen asked.

“I don’t mean to be suggestive as I am a woman of class, but whatever you’re doing Buck, keep doing it,” Athena nodded as she raised her glass to the gals.

“It’s not that she wasn’t THAT before now, but we haven’t seen her in a while and she looks and even feels different. I can feel her vibe from here,” Hen said as she playfully grasped at the air in your direction.

“Uh, heh, yeah. I guess things are a little different,” Buck said while looking back at you sweetly,

“Uh, I mean, things are good! Great even! That’s why you guys are here. We wanted to see everyone in one room for once,” Buck smiled, “so glad you’re all here.” Buck sipped on his beer before his foot got stuck any further down his throat.

The get together was in full swing when you went and grabbed the extra bag of ice from the freezer. Buck saw you out of the corner of his eye and practically flew out of his pants rushing over to you. Eddie saw the interaction from across the room and squinted his eyebrows in his chismoso ways. He migrated to the group by the counter with a full on detective look on his face,

“Y’all saw that, right?”

“You mean the way Buck Scooby-Doo’ed his way out of his seat to help a grown woman carry 10 pounds of ice? Yeah.” Hen confirmed. All heads turned to Eddie waiting for an explanation.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“You’re his best friend,” Maddie said matter of factly.

“You’re his sister,” Eddie mocked back.

“I mean it would explain the changes we all see,” Hen shrugged her shoulders.

“The glowing skin, thicker hair, filled out in the appropriate places…” Athena drifted off.

“The cravings, the mood swings, the crying…” Chimney chimed in. Now all heads swifted his way,

“I saw her last Thursday-

“Chimney!”

“Dude!”

“What!? I wasn’t paying attention to anything except the safety and well being of my Jiyung. But it does make a little more sense now…”

They stared on as Buck kissed you on your forehead and took the ice to the cooler. Bobby rounded the corner in the backyard and made his way over to you, giving you the biggest hug. The group realizes he’s pointing to Buck a lot and using grand gestures,

“Think he knows something?” Hen asked Athena who just looked on. Bobby went to head inside when he spotted the gathering at the counter and immediately stopped in his tracks to turn the other way.

“He knows!” Eddie said has he raced around the counter, beating Bobby to bathroom,

“Hey Cap! What’s up?”

“What’s up, Eddie?”

“Nothin. Just hangin out, you know,” he said with a big smile and deep eye contact trying to read his Captain.

Feeling awkward,

“Alright well, I’m gonna..” Bobby said as he motioned to the bathroom.

“Yeah, man! For sure! We’ll be right out here!” Eddie walked back to the island.

“He’s not coming out,” Chimney said, “Do you think that’s why everyone’s here? So they can tell us all?”

“I guess we’ll find out, but we can’t in good conscience harass Bobby into telling us,” Athena said as she was the first to walk off.

The party went on for another hour or so when Buck called the attention of everyone,

“Y/N and I would first like to start off by thanking you all for being here. It means a lot to us that we can see the people we love and care about all together and creating memories. That’s why today is so special. Uh, it has come to my attention that some of you may be guessing…” he said as he turned his attention to his family and they turned to Bobby who kept his eyes wide and trained forward,

“My wife and I have created our true dream life and forever team. We’ve been through so much together and have been privileged to have had all of you by our side along the way. Which is why we are-words can’t even describe this feeling, but we are beyond blessed to announce that we are expecting our first child-”

The party erupted in cheer and Bobby let out a sigh of relief before joining in on the applause. Buck never got to finish his speech before parents were coming up to you both and giving hugs.

“You knew?” Athena asked Bobby.

“For 3 weeks now. He said he needed to tell someone but knew it was too early to tell everyone.”

“Ohh, so in the end you just respecting Buck’s wishes?” She delivered with a playful side eye.

“Exactly,” he said leaning down to kiss her forehead and pull her in.

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Op characters with a clingy/handsy drunk? let's go

suggestive in Sanjis, Luffy, Brooks, DEFINITELY in Namis and Frankys and maybe Usopps? Mostly vague stuff, on that note would you guys actually be interested in like nsfw stuff? I know I'm really toeing the line here and i have drafts but I'm nervous to post😭.

Feel like this could be ooc in some places but who cares😻(me :()

Luffy

Giggles a lot, he finds it so cute and it really makes him feel warm in his chest. He can't get enough of you to be honest. Like this man loves physical touch but be warned he will think it's a sudden new level in your 'friendship'(read:in love with each other) and start acting that affectionate all the time. Willing to carry you around and also wrap himself around you so you can walk with him just there, yes this includes to the bathroom-

Zoro

Adores it. I think he actually loves affection and physical touch but just doesn't say it because he thinks it's obvious (it's not). So when you come up to him, wobbly and on your 6th drink, and just practically throw yourself into his arms hes just like :/). Makes sure you stay nice and close to him because he doesn't want you clinging to anyone else, and he always makes sure you drink water before bed even if bed involves falling asleep on top of him.

Sanji

Makes him nervous to be honest. Usually he's the forward one in the relationship but here you are untucking his shirt just to shove your hands up it. He absolutely will shriek if its in front of other people, and he's trying to wrangle your grabby hands but he really enjoys it so his resolve is so weak. Tries to satiate you by being affectionate back but it just makes you worse and he ends up taking you to a more private area so he at least doesn't have to blush in front of others.

Nami

She thinks it's so cute. Let's you do whatever you want as long as the people around you are comfortable and you've said it's fine(when sober ofc), but she doesn't really care about people seeing until you start trying to either get undressed or undress her and then she takes you to a private space because she's ever so slightly possessive. Listen for a girl who didn't have much, you add a lot of value to her life and she wants to treasure you properly, she doesn't trust anyone else to appreciate you the way you deserve.

Usopp

Surprisingly confident. You come up to him with this big dreamy smile and you're practically falling over yourself so he just- scoops you up. Front piggyback style yk, he's got one arm under your ass supporting your weight and the other one is holding his drink, listen this mf is strong okay you think a man who can build a boat isn't strong? Fool. He just lets you do what you want to be honest, one of your hands is tucked in his back pocket, the other is trying and failing to undo his overalls and he's just like "You okay honey?".

Robin

She's flustered. She's not that used to physical affection so it makes her really giggly and blushy, though she's still quite confident in her words and actions, she's fr twirling her hair around her finger. She has quite a high tolerance for alcohol but she actually gets a bit similar when she's drunk, she's more reserved of course but she just melts into you like butter on a hot pan. The crew always take so many pictures because they think it's so cute, literally every celebration you two just end up cuddling and then it sorta turns into a big cuddle pile with the crew because seeing her relax gets them emotional.

Franky

Oh baby you are looking in a mirror. He is just as bad if not worse- when he gets drunk he is a massive flirt and a massive tease. He's so giving in relationships and usually you don't have to ask twice but being drunk will mean he wants you to practically beg for a kiss. Half because he thinks it's funny and half because he's a horny bastard- Though if you get upset then he immediately drops the teasing, even when drunk he's so considerate of your feelings and your boundaries.

Brook

Doesn't mind at all but prefers to be in private when you're like this.

Quick headcannon that his bones are more sensitive than skin because there's less external protection-

Lets just say one time you touched a sensitive area in public and he will never get over the reaction he had or the fact that other people saw it. So you go to room jail as soon as you start trying to practically crawl inside his clothes to be as close as possible. He's not mad though, he giggles the entire way, he's just very shy about his interests.

Jinbei

Flustered as hell but makes him feel really secure in your relationship. Also, he lowkey loves being able to bring it up to tease you later, like he pulls an uno reverse when you're sober and you're just like omg omg omg- He's a sneaky guy fr, does so many unexpected things in a relationship. Don't get me wrong though he'd never let you do anything inappropriate, even when drunk he's very aware of boundaries and social etiquette so if he notices you getting a bit grabby then he takes you somewhere private for both your benefit and the people around you.

Sabo

Oh baby. This man is feral don't even start. The first time he experiences it, it's actually really unexpected, it's quite early in your relationship so you havent been too affectionate yet, but you come up to him and just sit down. On him. And you can practically see his brain melting out of his ears, his face goes so red you think he's going to pass out but the second you stand up, drunk and lowkey sad, he snatches you back down. You wanted to sit there, you are going to sit there now you have no choice. (You do but would you want to get up?)

Ace

Menace. Cannot even state how much of a menace. He's so physically affectionate that it usually flusters even the most confident people, and this is while sober, so if you start getting clingy when drunk he just becomes obsessed. But he absolutely hates it if you're like that with other people so once you start getting to that stage then he's whisking you away to your shared room, usually you stick to him like glue anyways but the crew love to wind him up by coaxing you away from him with food and funny stories.

[velvees-archive]

art cr: @cokiicookies on twitter

Tags: Love Confessions, Bratfeen, Art Student Feenie, Law Student Bratworth, Ace Attorney-typical cringefail, Canon Divergence

and many others!

HEAVILY inspired by @cokiicookies's bratfeen art on twitter! check out the full comic there!!!

"Hey...so...uh..." Phoenix coughs out, voice scratchy from his most recent line repetitions. It's a small mistake, not unsalvageable. All he has to do is stick to the script. Stick to the script. Stick... His eyes flick down to his note cards. He swears he’d printed them in his best penmanship, atop one of the library's extra premium desks, but everything is spinning and he feels faintly like he's going to throw up. "Did you uh," he starts, letters swirling in his eyes. "Did...you fall out of heaven...?" Genius prosecutor-in-training Miles Edgeworth regards him with a blank stare. Phoenix thinks now would be an opportune time for him to locate the nearest possible bridge and promptly jump off of it. - The joys and woes (mostly woes) of being in love, as told by BratFeen.

so i caved and wrote narumitsu. another huge thank you to @cokiicookies on twitter for allowing me to write an accompanying fic for their work. i attached some of the comic here in an attempt to entice you to look at their comic (well? are you enticed?!), but if you wanna see the full thing, please do give their art a like, a retweet, a comment, and all the love on twitter! fic screenshots below:

misc commentary/musings under the cut :)

the way i wrote feenie inner monologue and narration parallels my informal writing style, so writing his freak outs weren't challenging. consciously changing sentence structures/verbiage to be more or less extra, on the other hand, totally was.

the bulk of my pain came from writing fluff in the first place, stumbling through dialogue exchanges (as always), and attempting larry dialogue...all of which i honestly think i failed at pretty badly HAHA. who cares tho? it's my work!

bratfeen is one of my favorite narumitsu "eras" if you will. i've always wanted to write them. i didn't know the opportunity would come so soon (and at my expense considering i still have a zine fic to finalize for a diff fandom), but i took the shot. the full fic was written over the course of a day which i do not recommend anyone experience. i was on a writing hiatus for months and wrote 8k words as soon as i came back. do you see why i burnt out in the first place?

the easiest part about writing bratfeen is that none of the things i write are exaggerated for the purpose of carrying the plot forward. feenie believing that bratworth is better of a human being than everyone makes him out to be? sounds about right. feenie insisting to others that miles is the best thing since grilled cheese? his raging savior complex says that's likely to occur. feenie fumbling the bag because he thinks miles is the prettiest thing he's ever seen? yeah, 20 y/o feenie would! feenie shoving the asshole who talked shit abt miles? we saw the exact same thing with doug swallow (and we all know how that ended...). all of it is in line w his character. also miles being a try hard. that's a given.

i am hoping i can showcase more of my technical skill aka the angst writer in me with my next work, though i've been closely following fictober (haven't been publishing because, again, zine fic obligations) and have plenty of angsty fics stored in my drafts. i hope you enjoy my poor attempt at humor and fluff. may i muster the strength to finish the rest of my zine fic...please...

[etfrin]

❝ ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ cramoysin lips — coriolanus snow ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ ❞

☆　Warning: NSFW | blowjob, mentions of blood, blood play if you squint, coriolanus is his own warning | lmk if I forgot anything

☆　Pairing: young! Coriolanus Snow x fem! Reader

☆　Summary: reader has a habit of peeling of dead skin off her lips and Coryo doesn't like it

☆　A/N: wanted to get this out of my drafts so i can fully focus on my new series!

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Coryo doesn't notice at first. Your obvious nervous tick that you only do it around people you're comfortable with. Like your boyfriend (Coriolanus). He hates it. He hates it because he can't get you to stop. He even begins to carry chapstick for you and yet no change whatsoever.

When he begins to notice it. He thinks it's harmful behavior, but he realizes he likes seeing your lips swollen and bloody. However, he prefers that it was his doing not yours. Now with realization washing over his bones, he thinks about how to turn this habit of yours around.

He hates it because it shows a clear weakness. He hates it when you do it around other people like Sejanus (how dare you be so comfortable around him?) He hates how pink the flesh underneath the layer of dry skin is. He hates how swollen it makes your lips with your constant peeling. He hates how sometimes your lower lips begin to bleed due to the abuse. Your lips get crimson red and you ignore the flash of pain. If anything you like it and that infuriates him.

It begins with words, how concerning it was. How harmful it is. All of it. That doesn't work despite the frustration he feels. He begins with actions next. Holding your hand every time he sees your lips cracked up, handing you a chapstick from his pocket. You pout but use it.

In the end, however, you ended up the same, your fingers pinching and pulling the taunt skin causing your lips to bleed without care. And it frustrates him and drives him to madness because no matter how much he molded you with his manipulation, he can't seem to get it out of you.

As if this painful action was an echo of your soul. Well, he certainly couldn't let anyone else know of this. If he can't change it, he will reserve it for himself alone. So he makes sure of that.

It starts by kissing you on your lips, freshly soft and hurting too even if it's in public, PDA is good for his reputation even better if Sejanus was present. In the beginning, you used to flinch, overstimulated by the feeling of your lover’s lips against yours. However, just like your habit, it turns into a habit too. The innocent pecks in public turn into dirtier kisses in private.

The dirtier kisses turn into wet, sloppy, bloody make-outs with you being pinned against a wall or on his lap. His hand is woven into your hair, keeping your head in place. His other hand is hooked under your chin, moving your face to whichever angle he wants to control the kiss. He was much more crueler towards your lips than you ever could be.

His teeth dig into your flesh, making the bleeding lip of yours paint his lips red. His tongue savored the taste of iron. His mouth groning into yours. Your blood is consumed by him, with a kiss that is reserved for lovers. It was such a debased manner of claiming you, thinking about it made no sense whatsoever but fuck, it did get his dick hard.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he sucked on your lower lip, letting the blood flow into his mouth. He loved it. He fucking loved it so much being able to do this. He puts you on your knees, your lips smeared red and glistening mostly due to spit. Your pupils blow, your hair messy and your lips swollen.

His love. His pretty love.

You looked stunning with your lips being stretched around his cock. The crimson of your blood being transferred to the skin of his cock, the blue of his veins turning red on the surface. It was mildly disgusting but he felt ecstatic so it didn't matter much.

You take his cock well, despite tears welling in your eyes. You make sure that your tongue worships his cock, especially his tip. You pay special attention to his slit, your tongue licking his dick like the best-flavored lollipop. Your mouth hallowing to give him harsh, blissful sucks that had him gasping, his mind trying his best to grasp reality and not lose himself in pleasure.

You always made it so hard for him to tether to the harsh reality. That's why he has to punish you plenty, to remind himself of what he is, but he doesn't do it without reason. Of course, the reasons are his hypocrisy.

It's your fault that you suck him so good. It's your fault he loves your dick inside your mouth. It's your fault that he loves to fill your tummy with his seed. And it's certainly your fault how good the color of red looks good smeared around his dick.

It's. Your. Fault.

You swallow his cum, tears running down your cheeks as he roughly thrusts into your mouth. His hands are in your hair and he coos at you condescendingly, “That's a good girl. Take it all, don't let it spill, doll.”

He grins at the sight of your tears, he chuckles when he pulls his softening dick out of your lips and you gasp, trying to inhale much-needed air.

He pulls you up on his lap again and kisses you. He gently wipes your tears away, a big contrast from before. He whispered, his lips brushing against your swollen ones as he did so, “You know I won't be mean if you stopped peeling your lips. It's such a bad habit, you shouldn't do it, sweetheart.”

Even though you nod at his words. Teary eyes and throat sore, you know you will do it again. He will make sure to kiss your lips and make you suck his cock when you do so.

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[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - Can He Sing?

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Trevor Zegras x Fem!reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.1k

Warning(s): None?

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“We’re ready when you are.”

“I’m good. Trev?”

“Uh yeah… I think so.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“Filming.”

“Hello! I’m Macy Grey and today we’re here with the singer-songwriter who brought you the famous album Silly Love Songs. And her lover Trevor Zegras from the Anaheim Ducks. On behalf of myself and the studio I want to thank you both for coming out today.”

“Of course! I love getting in touch with interviewers. Especially from locally known studios.”

“When I was informed you were in town for the All Stars, I wasn’t sure if you’d have the time, but I’m so happy you were able to fit us into your schedule.”

“Absolutely. I should be thanking you for letting Trevor come though. I know your forte isn’t exactly hockey players.”

Large studio interviews were a waste of time. It was something I always resented, and something that even morally never agreed with me. Large studios only wanted to get news first to make the most money. Smaller places offered a more personal environment and a more comfortable atmosphere. It was the only reason why I had invited Trevor along. I didn’t want him involved too much in the social half of my career, mostly because the industry and jealous fans could be cruel to artists’ lovers. But I reasoned with myself that one interview wouldn’t hurt. Especially with someone like Macy Grey. She was always so kind and open to friends, family, or significant others of musicians.

“To kick us off, I’d love to talk more on the exact reason why you’re in town. Everyone is aware of your successes, but let’s fill the crowd in on Trevor’s.”

“Where to start?” I glanced at Trevor, who let out that awkward wheezy laugh. He was uncharacteristically quiet, but this was a new thing for him. Usually hockey interviews happened when there were loads of other people around. These interviews were far more private. “He was voted in as one of the players this year to play in the All Stars, and he’s competing in a few skills competitions as well. He won a gold medal with Team USA one year before the NHL, he attended Boston University before being drafted.. what else?” I hoped to get him to join in, but Trevor looked fairly comfortable letting me do all the talking. I could fix that though.

“Trevor was voted most likely to cry in a haunted house this year for team superlatives.” I smirked as soon as I heard him gasp.

“Yeah, that’s enough of that,” Trevor cut in. “I’m not a baby, write that down.” He pointed toward Macy, as if the woman had some sort of notepad in her hands. “I’m just jumpy. It’s normal.” His blue eyes shifted toward me with a playful glare, Macy laughed softly at the exchange.

“Well, Trevor. It seems like you’re a pretty successful person yourself. Would you mind me asking how you two met?”

“Oh I love this story.”

“Me too,” Trevor chimed in, crossing his legs one over the other, and leaning forward like a kid during story time.

“So, I was in New York for a performance in MSG, and the Ducks were in town too for a game” I smiled, leaning back in my chair and trying to get comfortable. “My best friend had joined me for the eastern leg of the tour at the time, so we decided to go out for drinks downtown. My favorite bar in the city is 230 Fifth Rooftop Bar. So my best friend, Shelby and I, we just got two glasses of champagne and settled at a high table to watch the sunset. We’re minding our own business.. for the most part, but there’s this group of guys that are just carrying on. They’re loud and obnoxious and they look like your stereotypical frat guys. At one point Shelby had enough, and she got up to go yell at them.” I peeked at Trevor, his smile growing wider. He knew very well that this was the part where he came in. “So Shelby’s yelling at that group of guys, and I finally got up to go wrangle her. And just as I’m approaching.. I kinda stopped and asked myself if it was a good idea. Shelby doesn’t like to be told to stop much. Then I hear this voice right next to me. Scared the shit out of me. And the voice goes, “She yours?” I laughed softly, as did Macy.

“I apologized profusely for her behavior, and-“

“But I told her I wasn’t the one getting yelled at. So it didn’t bother me.” Trevor cut in with a toothy grin. “Then I bought her another glass of champagne and the rest is history.”

“Don’t forget about the part where you booked your hotel room for an extra night to see me perform.” I teased, “And bribed security into getting backstage to see me and ask for my number.”

“Those details don’t make me sound as cool though,” Trevor whined.

“That’s a really sweet story.” Macy chimed in.

“Thank you.”

“So he asked for your number, but who asked who out?”

“To simplify a long story, Trevor was beating around the bush too much for a little while, so one night be brought me flowers before an away game and I told him when he got back, we were going to go on our first date as an official couple.” Macy and I laughed in unison.

“And were there any arguments to that demand?”

“Not from me, no.” Trevor giggled. “I was more than happy to put a label on it.”

“And how long have you been together?”

“Two years. Three at the end of All Star Week.”

“How adorable! You guys must be a strong couple then.”

“Oh one hundred percent.” Trevor smiled as he spoke.

“Now, the question on everyone’s minds is.. can he sing?”

“Yes!”

“Absolutely not.” I corrected Trevor ruthlessly. “He thinks he can.. but he can’t.” I chuckled, glancing at the sandy blonde to see his look of pure betrayal.

“Does that mean we won’t be hearing any duets?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” I answered slyly, earning a surprised look from Macy. “Trev is featured on the album.. speaking. His features are mostly just backtracks.”

“I know this may be asking a lot but- is there any chance we could get a sneak peek at that?”

“For you Macy? I would love to.” I watched the girl’s eyes light up. I pulled my phone from my pocket and opened my files, scrolling through for a moment before I stood and dragged my chair closer to the woman’s.

“This song is called Spellbound. It was actually the first song I produced for this new album. I took some of my inspiration from the song Witchy Woman by the Eagles. The reason being, this was written during halloween, and that is just one of my favorite spooky songs. For this piece, I wanted it to feel supernaturally devoted to Trevor. Like.. kind of like.. like a love where one person idolizes the other, but not necessarily in an obsessive or toxic way. I think the lyrics and the tune teetering on the edge of insanity really adds to the supernatural edge and it also makes this song unique to Trevor. I can’t say I’ll ever produce another song like this, nor do I think anyone else will. Classic rock isn’t exactly my genre, nor do I plan for it to be. So this track really sticks out. Which is the main reason why I chose to give this song its own cover art. And I’ll be releasing it as the first single.” It was a lot of information to offer, but I was very passionate about the things I dedicated to Trevor. Especially this song.

Most of my music got old after constantly rerecording lyrics and harmonies, or sorting out instruments. But this song never did. I loved it through and through.

“This sounds amazing and so.. intricate. How long did it take in total from thinking of the idea to finalizing the song?”

“A full month maybe? I hadn’t been exactly itching to make a new album, so I knew if I was going to, my basis for it was going to have to be amazing. And I think I did a fairly good job.” I paused. “I hope so..”

“I’m sure it’s amazing. Let’s hear it!”

I wasted no time in playing the track, a steel guitar and stylized keyboard opening the musical scene. I was a person who loved using clips of recordings in my music, whether it was from everyday life, or a random video in my camera roll, or even if I took the recording of the sound specifically for a song. It was one of my many musical signatures, but the one I was most known for. Atop the smooth music, came the faded clinging of pans, and Trevor’s soft voice. “I can’t wait for you to be home.. Fuck I miss you so much.” It had been a voicemail, but my sound producers managed to give it a more authentic feel, as if someone was in the room with him recording instead of it being spoken into a phone mic. The music itself was fairly calm and collected. Certain instruments helped it sound taboo and old, but the lyrics were the driving factor that made it sound almost insane. A part of me worried my audience wouldn’t take to the song well, but Macy seemed enthralled from the start of the track.

I eyed her expressions carefully through every second, smiling to myself when she seemed particularly intrigued by a section. And I had to admit, it boosted my ego to hear Trevor not too far off in his own chair humming the song to himself. I could live with myself if everyone hated the song, as long as he loved it.

Near the bridge, Trevor’s voice returned, “I’m gonna keep you forever.” This section had been specifically recorded in the studio, and despite my endless attempts to get him to take it seriously, he had giggled at the end of every take. Eventually I settled on knowing I wouldn’t have it the exact way I wanted it, and we used the take with the least amount of amusement in his voice. At the end of the day when we put it all together, his laugh only ended up adding to the crazy feel of the song.

Near the end of the track, Macy finally spoke up.

“This is the weirdest and most mentally satisfying song I have ever heard.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Really?”

“You’re so right, it sounds nothing like what you usually produce, but it still has your essence in it. You can tell it’s your songwriting. I think this song is going to be crazy successful. And I also think having Trevor on it is going to make people go nuts” I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought of that. I knew my fans would love to see Trevor featured.

“Thank you so much. I’m so excited to release the song.” I admitted with a slight grin.

“I’m just excited that I’ll be able to listen to it without having to say “babe can you sing me that song” every time I wanna hear it.” Trevor teased, causing my cheeks to flush as our eyes met.

“You don’t like her singing to you?” Macy joked.

“God no. I love it when she sings. I just hate how much I get made fun of when I ask her to do it.” The three of us laughed.

“Sounds to me like you have a pretty devoted girlfriend.”

“She did write a weirdly obsessive song about me.” Trevor agreed pridefully. “The first of many, right babe?” His question made my brow rise in surprise.

“We’ll see, Ziggy.”

“That’s a good answer. Can’t give too much away just yet.” My eyes trailed back to Macy. Our time was drawing to a close. “I hate to cut us short but I think we’re reaching our limit. And I know you have your own tight schedule today.” She paused. “I really wanna thank you again for making enough time to come out. It means a lot.”

“Mace, I think I speak for the both of us when I say we had so much fun being here. You always conduct the best interviews.” The woman blushed.

“We can come back anytime.” Trevor added, catching me off guard.

“I’ll have to take you up on that offer the next time you’re in town.” Macy grinned. “I hope you both enjoy the All Stars, and rock the red carpet of course.”

“Thank you so much. We definitely hope to.”

“I’ll be watching on tv.”

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[nibbelraz]

A scenario I had been toeing writing was a "beings with really ingrained beastly instincts (like, monsters and beasts but mostly those who appeared in Airplane's draft) recognize him as their God and Creator/Owner and obey him like well trained, overly loving doggos". Kinda like this fic on AO3 with Xin Mo recognizing SQH as his Gid& creator, except its an eldritch entity that was supposed to be a Real PlotPoint and Hurt LBH really bad just wagging tail and doing tricks for one tiny ass, sweaty and nervous peak lord.

Also, I don't remember if either Tianlang-Jun or Zhuzhi-Lang ever met gim, but wouldn't it be hilarious if they, too, recognize him as Something Other because they were not part of the plot but the draft and thus "closer" to SQH's "heart/true intentions"?

THIS IS ACTUALLY REALLY COOL??? LIKE SO INCREDEBLY COOL I WOULD READ THAT IMMEDIATELY

I 100 percent can definitely see other types of beasts and creatures seeing Shang Qinghua as an otherworldly being but also a lot of concepts were in Qinghuas drafts I wonder if those carry over. Like Binghe getting the ending he was meant to have was a concept and it came to be so would binghe sense Qinghua as something? Maybe that's why he's just glaring at him because he thinks it's jealousy for being near his shizun but nooo it's other things he can't pinpoint.

Thinking of Qinghua having beasts listening him to tho is funny too like

"They listen to him" points to Shang Qinghua whose staring at this huge creature and he's shaking and about to cry while the creature in question is like ":D"

I don't remember either if Tianlang-Jun or Zhuzhi-lang lang met Qinghua actually but if he did I think Tianlang-Jun would look at him real hard and then be incredibly interested in him like "Oh. This one. THIS ONE HERE. He's something for sure." He'd have the same level of enthusiasm as he does with Shen Qingqiu.

If you end up writing it, I would love to read it!!!!

[wherewritersgotodie-blog]

I’ll never hurt you (Spencer Reid x Reader)

spencer reid can’t help but get involved when a guy moves into your apartment and he hears the fighting between you two escalate. he never meant for it to go farther.

warnings: relationship abuse. nudity. no smut. harsh language. angst

pookie wookie bear // draft from a few months ago

You moved in early September. Spencer met you the first week you came in, which you were in the process of unloading large brown boxes and small beige baskets of things into your apartment. Your first impressions of him were that he stuttered, rambled and, of course, was absolutely gorgeous.

He helped you unpack, after asking if it was alright, and the two of you had a friendly relationship going forward.

He took special note of your schedule. You'd leave around eight in the morning in a sweater and scarf with your hair up, a leather bag of textbooks, notebooks and a shiny grey laptop on your shoulder, and come home around eight p.m., makeup slightly worn and hair much softer and less organized than the morning, now in the same jacket as when you left, but a work uniform underneath, possibly for a barista or waitress. Your apron would be slung over your shoulder and your bag would have the scarf and sweater hanging partially out the side, and you'd always have this tired, sunken look in your eyes, but it was always replaced by bright cheeks and a smile in the morning.

You noticed his pattern, too. Always leaving in a nice jacket or button-down, sometimes to disappear for days. You always wondered where he went, but your interactions were bound to greetings and curtesies and not much else, mostly due to your nervousness around each other.

In November, a man started to come around every so often. Spencer had picked up from your chipper, however strained, greetings of him that his name was Ben.

By December, he was around every day. Spencer saw through the peephole boxes being carried to the apartment once again.

He decided not to think of it much. You were just a pretty girl who lived on his floor, meant to be with big, meaty guys like Ben. He couldn't help but wonder if he was smart enough for you, intense enough for you.

It wasn't until January that the yelling began. There would be nights where he could hear masculine yelling through the walls, these growling barks of words he couldn't always make out. He'd heard a few things, like, "Fuckin' bitch!" and "Stupid cunt!" Once, he even heard something along the lines of, "If you care so much what the neighbor thinks, why don't you go over there and fuck him!"

The quips were enough to make his blood sear red-hot, his eyes twitch and head ache.

One day, he hadn't heard your light, quick footsteps down the stairs, and he knew Ben had left had the night before because he had slammed the door behind him and said "Slut" just as he passed Spencer's door and pounded down the stairs. Spencer didn't sleep that night, waiting for Ben to return, but he never did. He wasn't sure what his plan was when he did return, but he knew something had to be done.

He decided to come to your door in the morning, alarmed that you were still in around 9:30 a.m. on a Thursday.

He knocked three times, then stood with his hands in his pockets. He heard your feet scamper to the door, then stop just in front.

"Spencer?" you asked, he assumed you were looking through the peephole. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, can I just," he paused, "Can I come in a second?"

"Uhm," you exhaled, "Now's not a good time."

"I just," he paused again, "I wanted to talk to you."

"What about?" you asked.

He became so alarmed by this answer, mind racing with every possible scene that could be behind the door. Maybe Ben had returned, he thought, maybe he was forcing you to stay home. Maybe you were crying, maybe he had hurt you. Maybe he had a gun on you at this very moment.

In a moment of complete irresponsibility and thoughtlessness, he touched the doorknob. When it gave way, he pushed himself through the door.

Ben was nowhere to be found, but you were, standing in front of him, eyes dry, but puffy from obvious crying, yellow makeup caked below your right eye, purple showing from underneath.

It was worse than he imagined, the feeling of seeing you in such a way.

"Oh, (Y/N)," he whispered.

When he looked at you with such sympathy, you broken entirely. You ran into his chest, shoulders shaking with sobs. "I couldn't," you breathe, "I couldn't cover the," again, "I can't go to class, I had to call out of work, I," you whispered, "I don't know what to do."

He just held you there, swaying back and forth, rubbing your hair. This was the first time he had seen it down.

"Look at me," he whispered.

You peered up at him with those red, glistening eyes, face swollen, hair stuck to the tears on your cheeks.

"You've gotta kick him out," he whispered, "You have to."

"I can't- he's- he's a cop," your voice wavered, "I'm a- I'm a fucking barista."

"I'm a federal agent," he stated.

You breathed out. "He'll," you pause, then whisper in a deadly flat voice, "He'll kill me if I make him leave."

He breathes, then whispers, staring deep into your eyes, hands on each side of your face. "I'll kill him if he touches you ever again."

He pulled you into his chest again, once again assuming the rocking motion from before, rubbing your back with one hand and stroking your hair with another.

This was easily ten minutes, possibly more. Then, the door handle jiggled. "Let me in, (Y/N)," Ben spoke, "I'm sorry, please let me talk to you."

Spencer whispered into your ear, "Go stand by the kitchen," and you did so.

Spencer then unlocked the door, then stepped as far as possible from the door, a few paces from you. He whispered to you, his head over his shoulder.

"It's open," he whispered.

"It's open!" you yelled, voice shaky.

When Ben walked in, his eyes went first to Spencer, then to you.

"What the fuck," he breathed, "You fucking bitch, you're cheating on me with this fucking asshole?"

"I'm not cheating on you," you spoke in a mousy tone.

"Oh, yeah? So you didn't fuck this guy?" he asked, stepping to get a better look at you.

"No," you spoke, not looking at him.

"Don't lie to me, bitch, fucking look at me," he stepped towards you.

Then, Spencer pulled a handgun from his pocket and pointed it at him.

"Don't fucking go near her."

"Oh my God, you're gonna fucking shoot me?" he laughed. "I'm a cop."

"I'm a federal agent, dick," Spencer glared intensely at Ben, your eyes stuck to Spencer.

"Oh, fuck, you're one of those BAU assholes?" he asked with a smirk on your face, "Well aren't you just a fuckin' angel?" He turned you, then says, "Have fun with this pussy, you're not worth the fucking energy." With that, he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Spencer ran to the door, locked it again, then returned to you.

"This is just temporary," he whispered, "I'm gonna get him put in jail for a long time."

You stared at him for a long time, then in a hushed tone said, "I'm gonna shower," you paused, then, quieter, said, "Do you want to come with me?"

He stares at you for a moment, blinking, then asks, "Do you want that?"

"Yes," is all you say, then grab his hand slowly, interlocking your fingers, pulling him to your bathroom. When you get there, you take off your tank-top first, which you have nothing underneath. Then you pull down your jeans, then your underwear. Spencer watching this entire process, not moving a muscle but his eyes. They wander across your body, then settle on your hips, which have a faded yellow bruise on the side. He winces, but then is washed by the sight of your bare skin. You're exactly as he imagined: soft, firm, perfectly balanced.

He then began to unbutton his skirt, peeling it over his shoulders. He was tall, slender, sculpted, but gentle looking so much more beautiful than Ben. His belt jingled as he unbuckled his pants, then pulled them down with his underwear, too, leaving both of you bare.

He closed the proximity of your bodies to kiss you, his hands around your head. He then pulled away to rest his forehead on yours and rub his thumbs on your cheeks.

You stepped into the shower and he followed.

He didn't try to touch you explicitly. He didn't press you against the shower wall, didn't choke you or whisper sick things about you into your ear. He didn't press himself into you or turn you around to fuck you from behind.

Instead, he took a handful of shampoo and began to wash your hair.

He first pushed your head back so it was full emerged in the water pressed his fingers along your scalp, allowing the water to seep into all the strands of hair. Then, he lathered shampoo in his hands and began to wash your hair. He turned you around so you were facing away from him, but he didn't touch you anywhere but your head. You instinctively tilted your head back to lean slightly towards his chest, eyes closed. You could hear his breath hitch. When he was done, he turned you around again, then tilted your head under the water again. When your hair was fully rinsed, you brought your head up so your eyes met his. You then kissed him again. Your hands slowly, shaking, trailed down his chest to his stomach. You trailed your fingertips along his waist, then pulled him towards you by his hips. He lifted his hands to your face again.

He looked deep into your eyes with his dark brown ones and whispered, “I’ll never hurt you.”

[dianagj-art]

Is there Oneion facts we can know about?

THIS HAS BEEN ON MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG OMG IM SO SORRY, HERE'S SOME FACTS ABOUT THE BABY BOY

(the baby boy in question is ten years older than me)

I'm gonna go canon stuff first, then some fun crossover stuff:

The version that I'm using is 35-ish years old (a few years before the movie events), he's been the leader of the resistance for around a decade

He still has all his brothers and loves them very much, would kill and die for them

Way more chill than One is right now, still a beast on combat

One can manipulate vines only using the seeds Draxum makes, Oneion can summon them at will from the ground with little issue

In the story he mostly goes by Leo now, very few people call him One (but lets keep calling him Oneion to avoid confusion)

The protesis he uses is an old one from Raph, but he outgrew it and gave it to Oneion when he lost his arm. It was a bit ridiculously big for him at the time, it's still a *little* too big for Oneion, but by the time he's 40-something (movie events) its gonna fit right in

The scarf he has is not the same One has, but as One's it was a gift from Draxum, he has carry the same scarf the whole apocalypse

Still has a lot of gold accents on his clothes

He's still the best fighter out of the four turtles

He loves being around kids but doesn't, he's afraid of hurting them. He knows he didn't had a normal childhood but is not 100% aware of what part was normal and ok and what part is not, and he rathers not take a chance and do something wrong.

He ends up enjoying teaching martial arts, tho he doesn't like being called sensei, and he wont spar with anyone bellow his level (again, being afraid of hurting them)

Casey Jr becomes the exception to these

Crossover stuff!

he can and will beat the shit out of One, he knows how much One can take so he's not really worried about that

when the apocalypse started he basically lost contact with the multiverse, so no fun crossovers for him. Until by the power of "@intotheelliwoods started doing fanart of Oneion before I even had finished his design" he had access to the multiverse again!

First of his "old frieds" he saw was Poptart and Sprout (2al huggy leos) and first thing he did was to hug Sprout<3 (well, he first kinda yelled at him but I'll draw that some day)

I don't think he has met again with the rest of the separated council? I don't remember if I've stick him in any crossover situations

he loves hugging Poptart, he's teddy bear size<3 and he'll never get tired of calling him his friend and loving him "the way he deserves" because he still hasn't forgive himself for the shitty way he treated Poptart (dont worry about it)

he fucking destroyed the attempt of a slau/2al crossover time line

he says he's fine by it but he keeps bringing up the "jawbreaker" incident, I dont think he got over it, actually

he hangs out with Sprout a lot

something something, being with Sprout makes him feel like a kid again, and it makes Sprout feel like a kid again because Oneion reminds him of Big Leo

Sprout and Oneion have a spa day, they deserve it<3 they also go shopping together. Also, they are not exactly good at cooking but they try and they love working together on the kitchen

Oneion got the "Oneion" nickname by Sprout and Poptart

he stronk. he can lift Sprout with no problem, and even Toast

if you wanna have a good time scroll down the besties tag on ell's blog or mine (2)

[moodymisty]

How do you think various legions would react to a primarch's lover? Especially if they're mostly a regular mortal. We got a hint of it with your Guilliman piece, so I'm biased and wonder what other headcanons you have for how the Ultramarines reacting to Guilliman's lover. Any ideas you have for Angron, Perturabo, and Dorn would be great to read too! 💙❤️💛

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

[ Part 2, Part 3 ]

Author's Note: So, I might've gotten carried away. I decided to just do the ones you mentioned, but I have drafts for the other legions so if anyone is interested in seeing those as well, feel free to say. I hope this is what you were looking for, and that you enjoy :3

Relationships: Implied Perturabo/Gn!Reader, Angron/Gn!Reader, Roboute Guilliman/Fem!Reader (because of the term 'lady'), Rogal Dorn/Fem!Reader (because of the term 'lady')

Warnings: None really apart from the toxicity that's expected of romancing a Primarch, Typical 40kness

➧ Iron Warriors:

Absolutely not lmao. Haul ass if you see these guys look at you funny.

The legion of brutal industrialism isn't going to tolerate their Primarch thinking of anything beyond the scope of their ambitions for war. Part of you swears it's something that's just hard wired into them.

So while you might love Perturabo, his legion does not love you. Asking for respect would be a joke. Perturabo might be able to beat them into not saying anything, but they have to hold their tongues quite hard between their teeth.

Needless to say, your first introduction hadn't gone well. It's not a scene you want to remember.

It's all sort of a cruel irony; Given Perturabo has always had desires beyond being just a war machine, but his legion treats his foray into love with the same horrible attitude that Perturabo has come to viciously hate about them.

It all makes you feel like you're wedged between two massive walls. Perturabo is borderline obsessive over you, but his Legion treats you as if you're a plague upon their Primarch. Neither is willing to budge on the matter. The walls keep squeezing closer and closer together, and you're trapped right in the middle. You sometimes wonder who is going to snap first.

Most of them just actively ignore you, which you won't complain about. You give most of them- apart from a few of the more amicable Iron Warriors- quite a wide berth. The less time around them the better.

Just let Perty be happy, man.

➧ Imperial Fists:

The way Dorn's legion treats you- you would call it suffocatingly overprotective, but Dorn and his legion call it otherwise. This legion takes everything stupidly seriously. If you leave, you are expected to leave with a retinue of guards, and return by a set time. You will be dragged back if you don't. Your location is known at all times, and while it's reassuring at times to feel safe, at time it feels, stifling.

Though, you knew what you were getting into; So you suppose you can't really complain. You can appreciate that they seem to not think too poorly of you, considering your stature. Being a baseline human amongst Astartes and Primarchs isn't easy, but at least they act somewhat blasé about it. Though it might just be their general dispositions.

They speak to you with the level of formality Dorn orders of them, no more no less. Some of them are a bit confused why The Praetorian even indulges in something like romance, but they don't ask questions. As long as it doesn't interfere with Dorn's ability to do his duty. Any doubts are kept firmly to themselves unless they feel it needs to be brought to attention.

They still treat the Lady of the Imperial Fists with decorum, and some, dare say, even enjoy your company. Communicating with them is certainly interesting however given their stalwart nature. Getting one to crack their neutral expression at a joke is a popular pasttime of yours.

You don't mind it all... Too much. To be respected and protected by them, to even have some you would consider friends- or some odd blending of the term, given some of them have begun referring to you as mother- is something that makes you happy and so unbelievably lucky in this galaxy.

So while it's rigid, it at least makes sense. Dorn makes it up to you by building you your own library room. Don't ask why there isn't any windows.

➧ World Eaters:

Babe, your Primarch has a legion named the 'World Eaters', what do you think is gonna happen?

But to be serious, it probably isn't the worst Legion to be pulled into- but not by much. The World Eater Astartes are desperate to gain the eye and approval of their genesire, so if scorning you squanders that, then they will accept your existence and bite their tongues. Somewhat.

Khârn specifically doesn't enjoy that his Primarch is distracted by such pursuits.

However he's not going to say he isn't somewhat impressed that you are able to stand ground against Angron as he towers near double your height. You would be nothing but a bug beneath his boot if Angron lost control of the nails for even a moment, but Khârn won't scoff at your ability to hold your expression and not completely crumble whenever he turns your way. You seem to understand the Nucerian Primarch well. Not many within his legion can even claim that honor.

Beyond that however, he wants little more to do with Angron's temporary pursuit, same as his battle brothers. Overtime perhaps he might warm a tad, but don't expect it.

You don't spend much time around them at all. You make them angry for shifting the priorities of their Primarch to things as frivolous as love and lust, and they make you sad as you watch them slowly destroy themselves for little more than bloodlust.

A tragedy, Angron and his legion is. You try not to think about it all too much.

➧ Ultramarines:

The Ultramarines have a distinct attitude for you, as Guilliman choosing a beloved wasn't a decision that was taken lightly. It takes time, and while they respect you at first, overtime they'll grow to trust you and even grow fond of you. Titles like Lady of the Ultramarines and Lady Guilliman weight heavy on you, but at least your shock wears off over time. They are still hilariously formal even if they call you titles like 'Legion Mother', and encouragement for them to not act so stiff falls on deaf ears.

They do have their moments where they stop being such terrible sticks in the mud and joke around, and you've noticed they get weirdly prideful if they're the one to make you laugh.

You remember once when Guilliman had left you with one of his lieutenants, you were watching some men getting used to their new Terminator armor. The lieutenant had muttered in disappointment under his breath that one man looked like he had a metal support beam firmly lodged from ass to helm, and you'd snorted into a full laugh. When Guilliman returned, he asked what you'd said when he was gone; Remarking that the lieutenant looked as if he was about to lead a military parade with how puffed he seemed.

There's no time now where there isn't a set of transhuman eyes on you, and part of you wonders the things Guilliman has seen that makes him so willing to splurge such valuable resources.

That's not to say the Ultramarines don't have their doubts about their Primarch's relationship however, at least in a logistical sense. It's mostly thoughts kept to themselves, or spoken by a Captain or Commander to Guilliman in private.

It's not as if they're angry their Primarch is happy, but a normal un-augmented human, one that under the lens of a massive crusade- you are effectively nothing more than a defenseless tool to be used against their Primarch. This behavior and thought process gets dialed up and stays for longer if you're dealing with 41st Millennium Ultramarines, given their zealotry towards their gene-sire's supposed divinity.

The Ultramarines are by far one of the better Legions to 'marry' into so to speak. They are organized, respectful, and many even slowly come to treat you as a sort of respected figure. Many will defend you with everything they have without hesitation. They have their doubts, but you'll admit they are reasonable doubts for them to have.

[mountkennedie]

Twists

Anakin x black!reader

*you're from Naboo because I love Naboo*

Summary: As a senator you must look your best, meaning every now and then you need to re-twists your twists but before then, they need to be cleaned.

Warnings: none

A.N. I know it's unrealistic to be completely without help but like this is fanfiction, so work with me here

this has been cooking in my drafts for 2 years :3

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You had horribly planned this out. Being a senator, you of all people should be perfectly aware of your schedule. And yet, here you are, you need to redo your hair, and your maidens were on vacation. You knew how much they had deserved it, so you insisted they go. They persisted with the reminders to you about their duties, but you pushed right back. And now you sit on a stool in your bathroom, unraveling each set of hair.

It really wasn't unbearable. You knew what you were doing since you did it in the past. However, with the lack of help from your maidens, it was much more time-consuming. Your arms began to burn due to the consistent labor, but you were only halfway done.

Around an hour later, you heard a knock on your door. The clock on the wall read 1:15pm, and the reminder of meeting Anakin for lunch was recalled to you. You swore at yourself and got up. Luckily, by this time, you had finished taking apart all the small twists and were just preparing to wash.

You stood from your seat and stretched. You attempted to make your hair look a bit more presentable before heading over to the door. You sighed and opened just a crack to see Anakin looking at you expectantly. "Ready for our meal?" He asked you.

"About that, um," he slightly furrowed his brows, "I am not ready." You had kept the door mostly shut except for a sliver. Aside from your hair being visibly dirty, you were not properly dressed either. You had decided to stay in your sleepwear due to its comfort.

"Is that why you hide from me?"

"Yes..?" You trailed off into a question. He had never seen you in this 'state' before. Always pristine and put together.

"Well, that is perfectly fine," he smiled, "take all the time you need to prepare."

"No, Anakin, it's not like that it's more." You tried to think of a good way to respond, but your mind was blank. "Just come in, and I'll show you."

His face was one full of concern as he approached again. Upon you opening the door fully, his eyes scanned over you, looking for any possible problems or injuries. When he ruled out that you were fine, he smiled gently, "I like your hair."

"Thank you, but it's very dirty. That's why I have to delay our lunch. I apologize. It slipped my mind how long this process would take. Usually, my maidens are here to help, but they are on a well-earned vacation."

He listened to your small ramble and nodded in understanding. "So you would like assistance, I'm guessing?"

"You don't have to, if you don't want to. It won't take long, I just have to wash it and then twist it."

"Do you want me to help you wash it?" His voice was soft, no sourness could be heard. And you were listening for it.

"No, I can do that."

He stood there thinking for a moment. He must have gotten an idea due to the smile spreading over his face. "I will be only a few moments."

~

With the time he gave you, you decided to get your hair out of the way. You were walking around your apartment with your hair up in a towel as you got your stuff together. You heard a knock on your door again and let Anakin in. He carried a bag in his hands. It took a moment for you to realize what was inside.

"Take out..?" You looked up at him with a bright smile.

"Your favorite, my love," he matched your expression. You reached up to his face and pulled his lips to yours. You thanked him and then took the bag out of his hand.

You placed it on the counter and opened it. The aroma filled the space, and you thanked him again. You both got situated at the kitchen table, and you took off your towel. "Show me how you want it done, and I will oblige," he told you.

You showed him a tutorial of you doing a few twists. You had him try it out, and to be completely honest... they needed help. But that does not mean he did not eventually get the hang of it. You both worked and ate at a good pace. It still wasn't as fast as getting your hair done by many maidens, but this was still better.

~

"You are a fast learner, Ani," you smiled at your reflection. Your food containers were empty, and you both were thoroughly exhausted. He made eye contact with you in the mirror and then leaned down and pressed to your forehead.

[lucysarah-c]

hello, how are you?? <33 i was hoping to pick your brain a little bit. i’ve been toying around with this idea for my levi fic, and i’ve drafted out pretty much every possible scenario but i can’t decide what i like best D: so i was hoping to get ur opinion

OC (levi squad lieutenant) drunkenly confesses to levi that she’s in love with him. what do you think the reaction is? i know considering she’s drunk he probably just tries to get her to bed, but what would you say is most in-character for him in terms of the aftershocks?

i’m stuck between him totally ignoring that she said it, just hoping she doesn’t remember — or him bringing it up the next morning, potentially asking if she meant it???? rraaaa it’s so hard :(

Hi, love! How are you?

I think it depends a lot on their relationship aside from work? Like you mention she’s part of Levi's squad, I assume? That's one detail if you're planning on writing a fanfic: specify how the ranks work in your fic because ranks in SNK have always been very ambiguous, and sometimes people have different interpretations of how the ranks inside the military work. Therefore, if you're planning on writing a fanfic, I recommend that you do a little explanation of what role a lieutenant fills in the SNK world. But that's my personal taste in story building; you're, of course, free to take it or not.

About the confession, I think it depends a lot on their relationship. If she is just under Levi's orders and they don't have that much personal interaction aside from work before the confession, I think Levi would, like you said, try to get her in bed, saying something like, "come on, you're pissed drunk and want to tell me shit, get in bed and save your breath so you don’t throw up all over me," and probably not say anything to not make work uncomfortable. Maybe she may notice that the environment is a bit tense, mostly because Levi doesn't want to talk about it.

Now, if he has feelings for her, maybe Levi won't bring it up explicitly because he knows that maybe she was just very drunk. But it may give him a subtle boost of energy to pursue her? Maybe use it as an excuse to do subtle approaches.

In summary, I think his first reaction would be: he's trying to get her in bed, perhaps she's being extra clingy and he's maneuvering her around. She slips it out, and he freezes up for a moment, his eyes opened wide. He may get a subtle blush, mostly because I imagine her being one of those fun drunks who try to steal him a kiss and he's like, "wow wow wow, slow down, buddy," in his mind. Then he says what I told you. Maybe once she's in bed, he may scratch the back of his head thinking about it and be like, "well... isn't this hella awkward," with a subtle tint in his cheeks and then carry on.

Hope this helps you!!! Have a lovely day!

[alienoresimagines]

Half Of Your Heart Beats In My Chest | Clegan Vampire AU | Part 2

Here's part 2 of the Vampire AU, focused on Gale and John's relationship before Gale is turned (yes, featuring smut (mostly thanks to @johnslittlespoon ngl) at the end so 18+ for this part please)❤️ Part 1 here My other Clegan fics

They start dating, Gale being at John’s place more than in his own dorm

He likes John’s apartment, filled with books and vinyls because John may hate modernity with a passion but he likes all the new different genres of music there is

John only buys vinyl though because listening to them crackle reminds him of when he could feel his heart swaying with the music 

It’s an Experience to slow dance with Buck pressed to his and feeling his heartbeat -one heartbeat for the two of them-

And since John can fly -he’s so glad he hasn’t lost the ability to explore the skies, and often goes for midnight flights- he takes the opportunity to woo Buck by carrying him bridal style through the sky at night, bringing him closer to the stars Gale loves so

Since vampires don’t need to sleep, John often lies awake watching over Gale (with his shift at the hospital in the vampire section, Gale usually sleeps from 5 a.m. to 12 p.m. which fits John just fine). And if Gale is too tired but overwhelmed with essays? “You go catch your beauty sleep, doll, I’ll take care of it” Gale doesn’t particularly like it but desperate times call for desperate measures, and John is more than happy to help

They both like history so it’s a common topic between them and never fails to leave Bucky with his sense of time a bit warped

Gale would be talking about something and Bucky would nod, pensive, and say “Yeah, I remember reading that in the newspaper”

He still buys a physical copy of it every morning btw

Gale takes up reading the obituaries every weekend in case someone John mentioned is there, knowing it’d be a hard time for Bucky who still hasn’t come to terms with his immortality

John goes to all of the men of the Hundredth’s funerals, though he stays hidden because he does not want them to know what happened to him

Dog-coded tendencies become worse now that Bucky can actually shapeshift into a dog. Gets extremely whiny and possessive when Buck comes back from his student job at the animal shelter smelling like other dogs. Will absolutely rub his face against the other’s neck before he goes to mark his territory, even if Buck complains afterward that the dogs were too scared to approach him

Whether in human or dog form, he loves cuddling with Gale and following him around when he can

Will shift to his dog form and flop on Gale to keep him in bed longer

Gale petting him is one of his favorite things, and Gale finds it really relaxing too so it's a win for the both of them

John always makes sure to feed a bit before going to see Gale because the smell of him is just so sweet and enticing, John loses control of his fangs a bit and it terrifies him 

Gale doesn’t ask John to turn him, not after John tells him his story but he does wonder

Gale used to play the piano until his father complained about it making too much noise when he was trying to watch his sports and sold the piano without Gale’s consent to have more money for his bets. Heartbroken, Gale throws himself into painting and drawing, the movements helping him relax and think less.

John hasn’t seen himself in years but the first time he does is when he’s stumbling upon Gale’s draft book and sees drawings of himself. The drawing reminds him of the black and white picture of his parents he still has and he’s feeling emotional about it all

Gale keeps a picture of Bucky in the Air Force in his pocket and John takes as many pictures of Gale as he can, photography being one of the few hobbies he’s managed to keep an interest in. It helps a bit for him to cope when he has to turn Gale into a vampire

Whenever they cuddle, John often puts his head on Gale’s chest to hear his heartbeat and delight in how human Gale is. It’s been decades since he felt his own heartbeat and he refuses to think of Gale’s ever stopping

He likes that Gale runs warmer than him and absolutely revels in that warmth, even if it makes his “vampire blood” uncomfortable”

He’s always refused to feed from Gale, getting a bit mad whenever Gale brings it up but one day, something happens, maybe he’s accidentally touched something made of silver and he’s just so weak with no blood bag near and Gale just brings John’s head to his neck, baring it for him and John is so stubborn about not taking from Gale but Gale is very much not having it, hating to see John so weak and in pain

"You're not taking, I'm offering. I'm asking. I want it."

They both discover that Gale gets turned on by it, both by the pain and because his neck is really sensitive

Gale just loves the intimacy that comes with John feeding from him, how much more intimate can you be than giving your own blood for your mate to survive

And since blood is 60% water, he’s literally giving pieces of his humanity back to Bucky because he’s giving him the ability to cry and John almost cries every time at the show of trust Gale baring his neck for him to sink his fangs in is

It ends up with Bucky worshipping Gale before every feeding, kissing his pulse point on his wrist/neck depending on where he’ll sink his fangs, John holding eye contact if he drinks from Gale’s wrist and then lapping at the bite marks after, in a mimicry of eating Gale out to watch Gale squirm

He will kiss Bucky, even if the other still has blood on his teeth and lips, proving to John he's not scared of him, he's not disgusted by what he has to do to live, he'll kiss him with the taste of blood still on his tongue

Still, they don’t do it too often, with Bucky being afraid it’d become a habit and an instinct to feed directly from people, even if Gale isn’t around

Gale starts to leave blood bags with his blood in Bucky’s fridge but he tries to be sneaky and not too pushy about it, knowing it’s a sensitive subject

Eventually, John grows into it and Gale starts leaving little notes with the blood bags and John keeps them all

The sex is mindblowing

One thing John is grateful for now that he’s a vampire is his stamina. He can and will rail Gale to hell and back without effort, going multiple rounds and making Gale come twice as much as he, like the good service top he is. He will go until Gale is writhing on the bed, crying from oversensitivity and overstimulation. Yes, Gale did pass out on him once because of that. Yes, he did freak out and nearly refused to take Gale to bed for an entire week after that

Even if he refuses to feed from Gale, he puts his fangs to good use, dragging them lightly down his chest to his hips, Gale's back arching all pretty into the touch,  th e both of them bathed in moonlight

Just because John can’t see himself in a mirror does not mean mirror sex is out of the picture. No, he’ll have Gale sitting on his lap, his back to John’s chest, John’s legs spreading out Gale’s as he fucks him and Gale only being able to see himself in the mirror. John is having the time of his life watching usually calm and composed Gale Cleven watching himself be fucked, his pretty flush as he tries not to stare. Gale tries to turn his head to look at John because the mirror only showing himself is making him Feel Things but John gently grabs his chin and turns him back to the mirror

“No, baby, want you to watch me ruin you”

Gale finds John’s medals and sheepskin in his apartment once and starts calling John “Major” as a joke but he takes note of the darkening of John’s eyes. Uses it in the bedroom once and John may not have gotten the supernatural speed but Gale has never been pinned to a bed so fast. Will taunt and call John “Major” because he’s very quickly learned it usually means one of the best night of his life. Also he finds it very funny how easy John is to rile up

Gale says he doesn’t like the sheepskin but John has found him more than once wearing it. The first time it happens, the jacket just looks really warm and Gale is cold and maybe wants to see John’s reaction 

"You don't mind if I steal your jacket, major, do you? It's awful cold" and John loses his mind a bit but he’s really appreciative. Despite his possessiveness over the jacket, his clothes really do look good on Gale

"I'll let it slide, only for a doll like you", and is very happy to see Gale blush

For one of their anniversary, he calls John to come to their bedroom and John finds him wearing nothing but his sheepskin and Gale rides him until he physically can’t, and though John hadn’t worn the jacket in decades, now that it smells like them he almost never takes it off

Gale goes lightheaded every time John manhandles him so effortlessly because of his superhuman strength. Holding him up for hours ? No problem. Carrying him away without faltering ? John’s on it

Despite having more than his fair share of experience, John unravels completely under Gale's touch. It just feels so different when it's someone you love and who loves you back that does it, Gale can make John come untouched in no time

They both have insane praise kink and they both feed into each other's kinks

If Gale calls John a "good boy"? Yup, John is a goner

No scientific evidence proving that this is caused by his ability to shapeshift into a dog exists to this day but. Gale has considered the theory

John, despite being so much more powerful than Gale, surrenders himself completely to Gale's voice and touch but will always get Gale back if the other teased him lmao

Just a lot of lovey dovey, kinky, mindblowing love-making to be honest. They trust each other completely and are so in love with each other, it's sickening to write

Let me know your thoughts about this 🤗❤️ And if you have any questions about this AU or HCs, please do share them, I'd love to talk about this AU with y'all 🥰❤️

[wyvernquill]

Another Dreamling Anastasia AU Snippet

So, this AU somehow gained some new traction over the past few days, and I remembered I still had this in my drafts! It's a direct continuation from the last post - the first time their paths cross, though I think I'll save their actual first conversation (already written!) for the next part. Mostly a lot of background and exposition, but I hope it'll be enjoyable nonetheless! Thanks everyone for your enthusiasm for this AU!!!

(Masterpost here!)

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There is a fight just about to break loose at the White Horse Inn.

It will happen because of a man; a pale, stick-thin skinny thing of a man, barely more than an ashen, grimy face under a mop of coal hair balanced on top of a ragged black coat, loitering close to the fireplace and trying not to be too obvious about soaking up its warmth. At his feet, half hidden beneath the torn hem-line of his coat, there is a bird, some sort of corvid, following the other guests - and their purses in particular - with its beady little eyes.

The bird’s master is watching, too, watching the inn’s staff collect coins and shove them into their pockets, watching the plates and bowls of food being carried about, hungry, starving-

And then he’s noticed watching, a barmaid muttering a word or two to the innkeep over by the beer caskets - and the moment the man’s eyes find the stranger, they narrow.

And in turn, the moment the stranger notices the hostile eyes on him, he seems to brace himself, something feral in the way his lips draw back from his teeth as the innkeep makes a beeline for him through the crowded pub.

Words are exchanged.

Words are exchanged, loudly.

An arm is grabbed - and the bird jumps up with an angry caw, beating its wings at the innkeep’s face, and the scullery boy runs over to help, as does the burliest of the barmaids.

(There’s that fight now.)

The stranger shouts and scratches and twists as he is dragged through the common room, towards the door, growling profanities in a hoarse, dark voice, while his bird squawks, wrapped in the scullery boy’s apron.

It’s a right mess, but perhaps not an unusual one - the White Horse makes quick work of unruly drunkards (and those who are here to pilfer money rather than spend it), and even as some guests are following the fight in fascination and with half a mind to join in just for the pleasure of throwing a punch, most of their clientele barely spares them a look. Soon, the stranger will be cast out into the cold and the night again, far away from the warmth of a fireplace, or the smell of food, or opportunities for thievery. Nothing special. Soon, it will be just a quiet evening, like any other…

If it weren’t for the fact that, over in the far corner, a familiar man, and a familiar something-altogether-else still managing a rather sound impression of one, have been nursing their drinks for a good hour already, trying to drown their failures in ale.

(The humans have robbed Destiny of his powers, torn his realm from him, burned his book - but destiny still shapes the lives of mortals and immortals alike; and it is that power, which makes Robert Gadling look up from the sad remains of his beer, and, for just a fraction of a second, lock eyes with the vagabond currently in the process of being removed from the premises.

That is enough.

With just one look, the wheels of fate are already set in motion, and our story can begin in earnest.)

"Hey, Gil." Hob nudges Gilbert's arm, not taking his eyes off the struggling, furious stranger. "Over there. Look."

"Hm?" Gilbert blinks owlishly, following Hob's nod to the commotion behind him. "Oh, yes, yes. Ghastly, isn't it? Disgraceful, that some hoodlums cannot conduct themselves in public houses with the appropriate decorum - in my days, I tell you, when the Endless were still-"

"No, look!" Hob cuts him off. "The hoodlum. Look at him, really look."

"Hrmmm," Gilbert makes a sound of polite displeasure, and fiddles with his circular little glasses, peering through them and across the room, where the haggard stranger is spitting abuse at the innkeep even as he is in the process of being shoved out of the door.

And then, "oh, good lord!" Gilbert gasps, and drops his glasses.

"You see it too, then?"

"I… yes. Gracious, yes. Like a ghostly apparition." Gilbert gropes for his glasses with one hand, eyes never leaving the stranger. "The physical resemblance - most uncanny. A good deal more malnourished and, ah… rather grimy, it seems… and yet, overall…"

"A dead ringer for Dream of the Endless, isn't he?" Hob finishes, nodding. “Better than any of the men that auditioned for us, certainly.”

“Heaven help,” Gilbert’s voice is weak with emotion, “even knowing it isn’t him, I feel like… ah, Robert, if he were only given a bath, some better garb… it would be as if His Lordship walked again!”

“Would be?” Hob’s grin is bright and hungry, like a hunting dog smelling his prey, as he pushes himself up from his seat. “Will be!”

“-and if I see either you or yer blasted bird thievin’ in here again," the innkeep snarls, tossing first the haggard stranger, and then a squawking bundle of black feathers, out into the snow. “I’m callin’ the coppers! Y’hear?”

The word the stranger spits back, gathering all his limbs and his dark coat around himself as he staggers to his feet and off into the night, is so filthy even Hob would blush upon saying it. A bit rough around the edges, this man, not exactly the model of a fairytale king - but such things can be taught, can’t they. Hob’s seen a production of Shaw’s Pygmalion, years ago, and if Higgins can make a fine lady out of a flower girl, then Hob and Gil can make a Dream Lord out of some vagabond.

“Begging your pardon, good man.” Hob leans against the doorframe, watching the stranger’s dark shape angrily stomp off through the snow, bird hopping along at his side. “Howsabout this, a shilling for anything you can tell me about the man you just tossed out of your establishment.”

“Whot, Murphy!?” The innkeep blinks. 

Holds out his hand.

Hob dutifully deposits one of his last few shillings in it.

“Thank you kindly, sir, much obliged.” A tip of the hat, and the coin disappearing in the innkeep’s pocket. “Murphy’s one of the local beggars. A filthy thief, too, and no mistake. He’s trained that raven of his into it - heard the city even pays him some little pittance to control the birds in the area! They wouldn’t do it if they knew what he was doing with ‘em. I don’t like seein’ him around the Horse, not with the trouble he’s causing. Stealing leftover scraps from tables I can forgive, might even give him a full meal now and then in the name of charity - but if he goes for the pockets of my regulars, the regulars don’t come back, understand? Can’t have that.”

“Course not.” Hob agrees readily. “Bad for business, a pickpocket.”

“Just so, sir. He’s been in the London area for… oh, eight, nine, maybe ten years? Hasn’t got a trade, not very willing to do an honest day’s work in any case, can’t hold down a job for the life of him as a result. Still thinks himself better than the rest o’ us, anyway. I’d leave him alone, if I were you - he’s vicious as all Hell, bit the kitchen boy once and the lad needed to get his arm stitched up afterwards. And that raven - the thing’s a demon, swear to God. A familiar, like witches have. If we were livin’ in a less civilised age, they’d’ve strung old Murphy up for witchcraft and devilry years ago!”

Hob hums thoughtfully. “Do you know if he has fallen in with that crowd? Not idle hearsay, mind, but facts. There’s still some men in London who practise the Old Arts, does he meet with them?”

(Hob has heard that the old Magus of Wych Cross died perhaps a year or two after his greatest accomplishment; for all his powers that tore Endless spectres from their lofty thrones, in the end he couldn’t defend himself against his own son finally snapping, smothering him in his sleep, and running off with the gardener. Good riddance to the old goat, in Hob’s opinion - but he had a good handful of supporters in every major city, and they can’t all have died with him.)

The innkeep takes his time answering, staring out into the softly-falling snow.

“...not that I know of, sir.” He finally says, cautiously. “He doesn’t meet with anyone, really, ‘xcept the birds. Solitary type, is our Murphy, with no family, and no-one to miss him if he freezes himself to death some night. But.”

A pause.

“There’s something wrong about that man, if you ask me. He has a look in his eyes… whatever it is, it’s not natural. Might be magic. Might be madness. I really couldn’t say.”

“I see.” Gears are turning in Hob’s head, puzzle pieces slotting into place, plans unfolding.

A man sleeping rough, with nobody to miss him or know much of him, fierce and angry and constantly on the brink of starvation, looking just like Dream. A diamond in the rough, and quite possibly desperate enough to actually agree to their mad plan just for a few weeks of guaranteed food and a roof over his head.

Dear God. He’s perfect.

“One more question, about Murphy.” Hob beams, half-giddy. “Where do you think I could find him, say… tomorrow?”

The innkeep’s eyebrows rise up into his hair.

“Can’t see why you’d ever want to,” he mutters into his beard. “But very well. On your head be it.”

He names a nearby small park, where Murphy often goes to feed his birds, and is rewarded for it with another tuppence; and then Hob saunters back to his and Gil’s table, already feeling like he can almost taste the promise of eternal life on the tip of his tongue.

(“We cannot know for certain that he will agree, Robert. He sounds like a most prideful young man - he is much like His Lordship in that regard as well, I suppose.”

“Oh, he’ll agree. I’ve been where he is, Gil, and there were times I would’ve sold my own mother to the devil for a warm meal and a bed to sleep in. Not that the devil would’ve taken the old bat even if I’d paid him, of course, but it’s the principle of the thing.”

“That hardly makes it much better. We’d be taking advantage of the poor man’s unfortunate situation!”

“Everyone’s situation is unfortunate these days. And we’d be improving his, on the whole, along with ours.”

“Let it be noted, dear fellow, that I am voicing my ethical and moral quandaries.”

“I really don’t think our plan to scam the Endless is very ethical in the first place, Gil.”

“...now that I cannot possibly argue with.”

“There we are then.”

“However! You will have to be the one to suggest it. I will help you instruct him and present him to the Endless if you do convince him - but for now, I wash my hands of the matter.”

“Fair enough.”)

[juicycoutureheaux]

Chris Redfield x Reader

“Where you are”

Hi there y’all, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a one shot but this one has been in my drafts for a while. It hasn’t been edited well so bear with me. I hope you all enjoy. This is a mature one shot, so minors do not interact. There are themes of dubious consent as well as mentions of pregnancy.

Y/N was so ready for this mission to be over. They had just discovered some valuable information and samples from this specific testing site.

For the first time in a long time, Y/N was proud of the work the team had accomplished this mission. Instead of being the clean up crew for an active outbreak site, they were able to get into an actual lab and make arrests before things escalated. Now, all they needed was to analyze the samples to see exactly what kind of testing was being conducted on the property.

Y/N started to undo the PPE she wore. Making sure to tear off the respirator first.

The respirators they wore were heavy and extremely hot, causing its wearer to sweat profusely. She couldn’t wait to get into a shower as she ripped off hers to get some air on her skin.

She looked over to see the team’s captain, Chris Redfield wiping the sweat off his face as well.

He met her gaze and gave her a wink. She made sure to return his playful gesture, the other members of hound wolf oblivious to their flirtatious behavior.

You and Chris had been quietly dating for about 6 months. The two of you had been taking it slow, considering there was a significant age gap of 16 years between the two of you.

The power dynamic was definitely an interesting part of your relationship as well.

You were the first one to bring up possibly leaving Hound Wolf if things became more serious between them. Chris was reluctant to the idea at first.

You expressed how the job started to burn you out, especially after the way things were handled in Europe with the Winters family.

You had such a soft spot for Rose; she was the reason you stayed with Hound Wolf for so long. She was starting to age rapidly and the nature of her situation was a challenge that the BSAA had trouble handling.

There was even talks of training Rose to become a member of Hound Wolf.

That's where you drew the line.

You loved Rose, you held her every chance when she was an infant and when she was abducted by Miranda you didn’t sleep until she was found.

Rose’s abduction made you rethink your decision of working such a dangerous job.

Sure, when you were younger and obsessed with the ability to help people on such a large scale, you didn’t even think about yourself. You knew that it would be impossible to have a normal life; but, as the years went on, you started to soften.

You were starting to crave normalcy.

Chris was understanding of how you felt and respected your decision. He didn’t bring up the subject again.

You also think that’s why the two of you hadn’t had sex yet.

In the time that you two had become acquainted and became “more than friends” according to Chris himself; the squad was busy with deployments to all different corners of the world.

When the team had a rare bit of down time, Chris would mostly take you out, to get your minds off of work. Recently, Chris invited you over to his place and you were hoping to get some action.

The two of you ended up watching your favorite campy movies. Chris would end up putting his arm around you and you would snuggle in closer rubbing his thigh, hoping he would get the message.

Much to your dismay his eyes were glued to the TV screen.

The night ended with you falling asleep on him. Ever the gentleman, he carried you to a spare bedroom so you could sleep peacefully.

He had woken you up, but you pretended to be asleep hoping he would carry you into his bedroom. You really wanted him to flop you on the bed and start kissing you awake so the two of you could fuck for the first time; but you knew that wasn’t Chris’ style. He was a true gentleman.

After that, you wondered if the age gap was too weird for him.

That was a couple weeks ago, and the two of you hadn’t been able to be alone since. Your sexual frustration was getting worse, and it was getting harder and harder to hide.

You started to think you had opened up to him too soon and that maybe the two of you were headed towards a split.

You couldn’t blame him, the two of you had different priorities it seemed. The thought of not being together, even though you had been seeing each other for a short time made your heart sink.

The two of you had been intimate in other ways than physically. He was so easy to talk to, he always knew how to comfort her. You hoped he felt the same way about you.

You remember the first time Chris had finally let down his walls in front of you. The two of you had been sharing a drink in a quiet bar, talking about anything and everything.

He was a couple drinks in when a group of young men in their early twenties came into the bar. They were obviously in some kind of military service, hence their cohesive appearance.

Chris’ face fell as the couple watched the men laugh and start ordering.

“They remind me of my old team.”

You looked at the way he gripped his glass and the look of sadness in his eyes.

It might have been the alcohol, but you reached out your hand to rub his arm.

“Tell me about them.” You said gently, hoping he wouldn’t push you away.

Chris let out a low sigh and punched the bridge of his nose. Chris had a reputation, especially since the 2012 global terrorist attacks.

You knew he had lost every single one of his soldiers, and it took a toll on him; that was no secret. Chris wasn’t known to talk about himself, especially his past, so you were shocked when he began to talk about his Lieutenant, Piers Nivans.

“This kid, well,I guess he wasn’t a kid.” Chris began to laugh while he told the story. “Was a total hardass, I swear, I would have hated to have this guy in charge of me when I was in the air force.”

You returned his smile. You loved to see the skin around his eyes crinkle when he was happy.

Chris continued, “One day, I guess the other guys on the team got so sick of him always being on their ass, they decided to wrap all his shit up in Christmas wrapping paper, down to his toothbrush. Nivans flipped his fucking lid, I mean really lost his fucking mind. He started threatening everyone in the barracks that if they didn’t help unwrap his shit, he would make them run suicide drills for the rest of the week.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of painstakingly wrapping all of someone’s personal belongings for a joke; that was dedication.

“Did they unwrap it?” You asked genuinely interested.

Chris laughed, “of course, I even helped. We spent 2 hours unwrapping Nivans’ things. We really bonded as a team that day. Even Nivans lightened up. He was a great kid. His dad was just a real hardass on him.” Chris said, his smile beginning to fade.

“I remember having to go tell that same father to

tell him that his son died on my watch.” Chris rubbed his stinging eyes to prevent tears from falling.

You had never seen him show so much emotion.

You got up from your bar stool and hugged him tight. To your surprise he returned it before letting go, hoping no one had seen the intimate moment between you two.

Chris quickly paid their tab and the two of you went out to

his car to talk somewhere more private.

By the time the two of you had completely sobered up it was late.

Chris drove you back to your apartment, walking you up

to the door.

When you went to put your key into the lock, Chris grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for your first kiss. You were caught off guard, but enjoyed the intimacy. You placed your hand behind his head entangling your fingers through his cropped brown hair. You wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled away too soon.

You looked up at him with puppy dog eyes and he chuckled.

“Get some rest, Y/L/N. You’re gonna need it for Monday.” He started to walk back to the car while you were still standing in front of your door in shock.

Now, 6 months later, the two of you still hadn’t passed first base.

You remained in thought as you observed Chris joking around with the other team members. You loved that he always remembered their interests outside of work.

Like how Umber Eyes had a soccer team he followed religiously and how Canine was obsessed with the Marvel-verse and would argue to the death about how it was superior to D.C.

You were broken out of your thoughts when you heard Lobo called your name.

“Any progress on those samples, squint?” He asked half jokingly. “I wanna go home.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m almost done cataloging, if we get through this next hallway, we can go home.”

The team cheered.

“Alright team, you heard Y/N, let's suit back up and get the hell out of here.”

The rest of you did as you were told and headed to the rest of the facility.

As you & Chris were scanning through the empty rooms for any remnants of biohazardous materials, a cloudy substance began to fill the room.

You thanked god for the rebreather until you looked over to see Chris clutching his.

You rushed over to him. “Alpha, are you okay?”

He responded with a rough cough.

You tried not to panic. “We’ve got to get you out of here.” You quickly grabbed onto him and led him out of the now noxious room.

When you made it into the main hallway, you buzzed comms. “I need an Evac, Alpha has been exposed to an unknown contaminant. Repeat, I need an evac.”

You heard heavy boots quickly making their way towards you, it was the rest of Hound Wolf.

Umber eyes and Lobo grabbed each one of Chris’ arms and quickly made their way out of the lab.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

You thanked God Chris was okay.

The BSAA deployed another team of trained “squints” to run samples on the gas immediately after Hound Wolf was successfully evacuated.

Turns out the gas was a pheromone used to attract BOWS as a part of defense against intruders.

Luckily for Hound Wolf the pheromone didn’t have any known adverse effects on humans and that the site was cleared of all living BOWS.

When Alpha was cleared and determined healthy, the rest of the team decided to go out to a nearby bar to destress from the mission.

��Are you sure you don’t want to go out Y/N?” Tundra inquired. “You looked pale when we got to base. Alpha’s going to be okay, you should really get out and have a drink.”

Y/n contemplated going out with them to save face, but in good faith she couldn’t leave Chris here by himself. He was considered healthy, but he didn’t deserve to be alone when he woke up.

“I really appreciate the invitation. I’ll catch yall next time.” She winked at her friend.

Tundra smiled warmly back at her. “Alright, I’ll let the other boys know.”

Y/N decided to go into Chris’ room to check on him.

The decontamination process was arduous and exhausting, so she expected him to be sleeping.

When she entered the room she was surprised to find him not only awake, but in the shower.

She felt embarrassed, barging in to his quarters like this, even if they were seeing each other romantically.

You turned pale when you heard the shower turn off and Chris stepped out of the bathroom. You heard shuffling and before you could leave, Chris entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

He smiled. There was something different about him.

Chris turned you around and placed you on the bed with his hips digging into yours. You felt his thick erection against your thigh. He held you down by the nape of your neck. His grasp on you didn’t hurt but you couldn't move either.

You started to struggle a bit, nervous against his grasp, you definitely hadn’t pictured your first time together to be so rough. Was Chris even in his right mind? Of course not, it had to be the effect of the pheromones.

“Chris, please. I don’t want to do this, not this way.” You pleaded half heartedly.

The rough nature of his touch excited you, but you didn’t think it was right to take advantage of Chris when something was obviously wrong. Fuck, but the way he held you down, you wanted him, this was the kind of intimacy you were looking for.

Chris responded by spanking your firm ass, hard. You yelped.

“Don’t lie to me sweetheart.” He smacked your ass again harder. He reached his hand into your shorts and felt the wet slick of your arousal.

It was undeniable that you wanted him to fuck you.

He made a “tsk” noise. “You’re being such a bad girl. Now, ass up.”

Your body betrayed you, you lifted your hips up, high enough so he had full access to you.

Chris ripped your flimsy shorts and panties down in one fluid motion.

Chris entered you without warning, his thick cock felt like he was splitting you open. Tears began to prick your eyes as the stinging sensation of his cock opening your walls wider, began to intensify.

Chris began thrusting deeper into you, worried about his own pleasure over your own.

“Your pussy is made for me baby. You’re doing so good taking my cock like this.”

You began to whimper, you didn’t realize it but you were breathing loudly through the pain.

Chris brought his hand to your neck, grasping it to hold you in place, so your back was completely to his chest. He placed his other hand on your abdomen.

“You’re going to look so beautiful with my baby inside of you y/n.” Chris said, kissing behind your ear, thrusting faster into you.

The pain finally numbed into pleasure with each thrust and you felt yourself relaxing.

Chris must have felt your body loosen up because he pulled out of you. You whined, because you were finally getting used to his cock.

Chris picked you up by the backs of your thighs and placed you on top, reentering you before you could adjust yourself.

Chris began thrusting into you at a merciless pace, your breasts bouncing violently into his face. You couldn’t help but moan loudly. No one was here, you might as well just enjoy the moment.

Chris put one of your full breasts into his mouth suckling the tender flesh.

“God, just like that baby,” he moaned. You were now synchronized, you were grinding into him as he was thrusting into you. “Gonna make you mine.” He kissed the valley between your breasts.

You entangled your fingers in his hair, playing with it. You wanted to be as physically close as possible.

Chris’ strokes became longer and slower as she felt him get close to his climax. You decided to play dirty now.

You cradled his head into the crook of your neck “Please give me your baby, I want everyone to know that I’m yours.” You whispered into his ear with a smile evident in your voice.

Chris took that as an invitation to flip you on your back and position you into a mating press. He was completely pressed against you slamming into you mercilessly.

You felt the warmth of his cum inside of your womb almost immediately.

You were gasping for air, completely engulfed by the pleasure waves spasming through your body. Chris began to pull out of you slowly, not wanting to spill any of his seed from you.

He leaned down to kiss your forehead and pulled you close.

“You okay?” He said nuzzling into your ear.

“Chris,” you said shakily. “That was amazing.”

He absentmindedly rubbed your abdomen. “I meant what I said.”

You looked at him with a smirk growing on your features. “What did you say?”

Chris sighed knowing he deserved every bit of teasing. “I want you to have my baby.”

You decided to tease him more. “I’m good enough to have your baby, but not to marry?” You chided.

Chris looked genuinely hurt. “Of course I’d marry you.”

You kissed him again, assuring him you were just joking.

“When did you know that you wanted to be with me?”

“That’s hard to say.”

You looked at him confused.

He sensed your sudden apprehension. “What I mean is, " he said, running his hand through his hair, “Is that there wasn’t just one moment.”

You smiled a goofy smile, and kissed his cheek.

“Seriously, Y/N. When you let me talk about my team, you didn’t try to talk over me or tell me how to feel. You just listened. You know for the first time that night I actually was able to sleep without seeing their faces in my dreams?”

You blushed, deeper this time. You didn’t know how big of a deal that night was to him.

He continued. “And the time you held Rosemary for the first time. You had so much joy on your face and out of nowhere, you started talking about leaving Hound Wolf once she started getting older.”

You felt flattered. He really cared about you, he listened to you. You guess the age difference didn’t scare him at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner Chris?”

He started drawing circles with the pad of his finger on your shoulder. “I didn’t want to push you away. I wanted you so badly but telling you that I loved you too soon? Don’t you girls consider that a *red flag*?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his use of modern slang. You cupped his face with your hand and used your thumb to caress his cheek.

“I’m kind of glad you got gassed with those pheromones now.” You said jokingly. “I would have never known.”

Chris cracked a smile, the kind that accentuated his crow’s feet. “We would have reached that point eventually.”

You looked at him with a more serious emotion. “In all seriousness, I think it’s official that I’m off Hound Wolf.”

“Absolutely.”

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Can I get you anything, babe?” Chris said as he got up

from the table.

“I’m good for right now.” He leaned down to kiss you and put his hand on your now obvious baby bump.

“Aww that’s so sweet.” Canine chided, Tundra elbowed him in the ribs.

You blushed, you still weren’t used to the team knowing that you and Chris were officially together; and expecting a child no less.

Chris sat down next to you and placed his hand lovingly on your thigh.

You had invited your friends over to celebrate, and to catch up. You hadn’t seen them since you were officially discharged from the BSAA.

When you confirmed your pregnancy, Chris had banned you officially from being near the BSAA headquarters.

He was very protective of you and the baby, so much so, he felt that even the slightest threat was too much for you.

The group sat at the table talking about recent deployments and how they had cycled out different squints in their squad and emphasized how none of them would ever be as good as you.

“Of course Alpha had to knock up the only good field tech.” Lobo joked.

Tundra rolled her eyes. “Don’t listen to him Y/n. You look so happy. Motherhood looks great on you.”

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Thanks, Emily. I’m so excited.” You turned your head towards Chris and placed your hand on top of his. “This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

“That’s disgusting,” Canine joked sarcastically, “Nobody should ever be that happy.”

“ I agree, I think we should talk about the BET.” Umber Eyes spoke up, a smile growing on his usually serious face.

Your face paled and you turned to Chris who looked equally as confused.

“We took bets on when,” Night Howl motioned to you and Chris. “this happened.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor.

Chris’ face scrunched up in anger at his teammates.

“You can’t be serious, that’s disgusting.”

“Now, you know you two can’t have all the fun. You’re the ones who made the damn kid.” Lobo laughed.

“Okay, I’ll bite. What does everyone think?” You said, rolling your eyes. The adults at the table all exchanged mischievous looks before answering.

“Well?” Chris decided to pressure them into talking.

“I said it was the night we all went to the bar and y/n” Canine pointed at you, “Stayed behind.”

Your jaw dropped. You couldn’t hide your shock that he was absolutely correct.

Canine’s eyes lit up with glee. “I was RIGHT.” He gloated to the rest of the teammates.

A collective of grunts and curses were heard around the table.

“You two couldn’t even wait to get back stateside?” Night Howl asked genuinely curious.

Chris answered. “We had been dating before, the pheromones just gave me a little extra confidence and I couldn’t wait.” He winked at you and your face went red.

“This is gross, we really need to change the subject.” Canine whined. “All of you owe me 20$.”

The rest of the night was spent talking about who the favorite aunt/uncle was going to be and who the new baby would look like.

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hi bestie do u have any ff writing advice ?? ur flow and imagery and STYLE is so so good i love it. how do u come up with such good ideas??

hi ! first of all thank you SOOOOOO much that means sm to me it genuinely makes me so happy to know that you enjoy my writing. !!

speaking of writing..it took me a while to figure out a system i was comfortable with. i'm a little all over the place in general and that translates a lot in my drafts ESPECIALLY LMFAOO if you caught one glance at my drafts it's mostly just a prompt of a few sentences and w spelling mistakes in every word cus i write them down so fast so as not to forget them LMFAOOO. but it really works for me !

i know a lot of people say it but it really works, literally just write ! it doesn't have to come out as a full beautifully crafted piece immediately, just write down anything you can and polish it up all you want later ! forcing inspiration to come to you almost always has the opposite effect, for me anyways !

for flow, i think i like to mostly write dialogue between characters out first and then write my descriptions and actions around that ! i always get more excited about writing dialogue more than descriptions (not that those can't be fun ofc !)

oh , this might help for imagery ! and idk if you've noticed but the structure of a lot of my writing is heavily based on animes and manga. like the set ups and punchlines. (massive nerd ik) like if you read some of my one shot's like this one, this one (probably one of my fav fics i've done btw) or my first born series FBRC, (especially this part) (this part was actually the one i was most excited to write, and it's heavily based off of kobayashi's dragon maid's actual good and not weird moments and soundtrack, listening to music also helps me out a lot too!)

i try to model my speech to what i think an anime episode of the scenario i thought about would look like. visualizing my writing helps me write a lot as well, if that helps ! a little fun fact for you, fujimoto's writing has influenced a lot of the way i describe situations in fics, since i really like the sorta 'childish' descriptions over super fancy ones (cus i can't write those, but i don't really like them veerry much, but a lot of them are enjoyable to read!!) i find it very endearing and it's one of the reasons why i enjoy writing childhood friends to lovers so much. it's this sorta simplistic level of thinkin that kids have if that makes sense and it works out really well if you wanna write fluffy pieces if that makes sense

some examples ! :

"he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable."

"despite his quieter presence he always seemed to stand out to you. his bag is big enough to carry everything he needs without having to shove anything inside or leaving it half opened. he wipes his mouth with a tissue after he's done eating his lunch alone and his handwriting is pretty. his lashes are long and he's pretty."

"you hated it when people said that because the shoto you knew wasn't like that. he knew people talked about him and he hated being associated with his father. he likes the caramel you sneak in for him at school and you like the way his eyes light up when he guesses the flavour of fruit candies you make him taste. the shoto you know that ties your shoes for you and shares his umbrella with you, the one who half heartedly stomps into wet puddles with you, the one with the pretty lashes and pretty smile and pretty handwriting isn't like that."

there are a lot of other examples (im OBSESSED with this trope can you tell.) i like these sorts of simplistic childish ways of love. tiny little specks of affection that make the heart so much fonder in such little big ways..if that makes sense :>

i dunno if im just very..special, but since i have a lot of oc's and scenarios constantly flowing in my brain, most of my ideas just tend to be what i dreamed about the night before, or what i daydreamed about LMAOO. even random things that happened to me at school sorta go from "oh it would be funny if this happened to [insert character]" and then they snowball into more and more thorough ideas !

and of course as cheesy as it is the most important part is to have fun ! i cannot stress enough how important it is to be in the mindset when you're writing. it's like when people say to force yourself to draw so you don't 'lose it.' and i do think it can work to jog inspiration, but i believe that as long as you enjoy it, you'll never truly lose it. so i say, write when you feel like it and don't write if you don't, it can truly be very draining. but it's all up to what feels better for you !

anyways, i hope my insane ramblings helped you out a little bit, and have fun writing !!

much luv xxx

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Writer Interview Game!

Thank you so much for the tag, @gilded-glitter!

When did you start writing?

I was actually toodling around with that in elementary school. At some point, I think I tried to write Jurassic Park 3? (This was before that movie was a thing). Got about 15 pages into it.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?

I love fantasy and especially dark fantasy (with horror elements). Could do sci-fi, I think. And the romance angle is new, but I think I'm liking it, as long as I can build it slowly and they're both kind of dorks. And I read all of the above, and a BOATLOAD of non-fiction, mostly history, accidents, adventures-going-wrong, etc. I have three bookshelves, and one of them is entirely (and overflowing) with non-fiction.

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

Hmm. I loved Animorphs as a kid, and Jurassic Park. So anything in that vein, I guess? Got compared to Laini Taylor once and I almost choked on my own tongue. If anyone EVER comped my to Tamsyn Muir I would simply expire.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

Literally wherever. First drafts are by hand, because I can take and deploy a notebook anywhere, anytime, with hardly a fuss. The majority of my fic is probably written during my lunch break at my work desk in the old spiral, college-ruled notebook.

At home, when typing, my desk is a catastrophe. Stacks of paper and other notebooks and knocked over figurines. Organization? I don't know her.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Writing something fun? Listening to music a lot. I'm kinda a work horse, and I've trained myself to GO in about the time of a lunch break or the 10-15 minutes waiting for the bus. The small time increments really helps (not a big commitment, just whatev).

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Outsiders, monsters (both of those being the actual hero, I SEE YOU GUILLERMO DEL TORO). Rage against everything that hurt you but like, trying to find a way to channel that. Not super surprised.

What is your reason for writing?

I like it. It's fun! And it's REALLY fun sharing it; lets me connect to other people.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Literally anything. I'm just tickled somebody took the time to do it (god knows I don't always have enough spoons).

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

I've never really thought about that? (see above, re: outsiders). Never got noticed much in my olden fandom days. So uh, the thought of being perceived vaguely makes me want to crawl under the desk???

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Dialogue and fights.

How do you feel about your own writing?

I mean, like any writer, I waffle between "Holy crap, this is my best work yet!" and "Throw it in the bin! IN THE BIN!" One thing I've learned is to have fun with it. Because NOT having fun makes it a mind-melting slog and you get burnt out. I try not to take it all very seriously.

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Ehhh, more towards what I like and hope it finds an agreeable audience. I know better than to chase trends. I write long fiction, and that is an UNDERTAKING. The only way to consistently see it through is to like what you're working on, so I definitely need to care enough to carry the bitch through.

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