#help pleasee beloveds

[guzhufuren]

there are no good smoothie places in my city, so what are the best sugar and dairy free smoothie mixes if i wanted to make them myself? if this is what is available to me

banana

mango

strawberry

raspberry

apricot

apple

bottled juices of any flavour

(no nut milk either pls)

[vikkirosko]

Can you please do a imagine about zestial with a fallen angel! Reader? And how they meet, please and thank you ☺️

can i be 🪼 anon pleasee

Of course, welcome 🪼anon! And thanks for the first request about Zestial!

🕸 Zestial x Reader headcanons Fallen angel ☕️

Your acquaintance with Zestial happened many years ago, when he was a very young overlord. During the extermination, he saw an angel who was going to kill several sinners, but for some reason did not do it. Zestial saw how you paid for your mercy with your wings and were seriously injured by another angel. He understood that you would die, so he decided to show you the same mercy and saved you. He was the only one who knew about your true nature. The gates to Heaven were now closed to you, but you did not regret what you had done. Zestial understood that having a fallen angel on hand could be useful, so you entered into an unspoken agreement to help each other

You have worked together for many years, being at first just business partners, then friends, and then the friendship grew into something more, something that neither he nor you expected. You've become a couple. You helped him hold power in his part of the city. Your knowledge of angels and their fighting style helped Zestial survive successfully year after year, and quite often you got into a fight with your former comrades who left you for dead. Every year you had new ways to spend your time, but over time, one of your favorite pastimes became drinking tea together in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere

You often accompanied him during the meeting of the lords. Carmilla knew you well and respected you, just as you respected her. She and her daughters were the only ones besides Zestial to whom you told about being a fallen angel. It was a sign of your trust in them. Usually, during the meetings of the lords, you sat next to Zestial and remained silent, but when Velvette began to show disrespect towards him, you were ready to intervene, attack her, but Zestial stopped you. No one saw how he gently took your hand, calming you down and as if showing that Velvette was not the one you had to waste your nerves on

The closer the day got when the angels would descend into Hell again, the more worried you were. You directly told Zestial that you want to help the princess of Hell, because your knowledge can help her and her friends in battle. You were ready to fight yourself. Zestial understood your zeal and was not going to stop you, but he hoped that you would put your own safety above the desire to take revenge on the angels. Zestial loved you and didn't want to lose you in a battle he wasn't involved in

On the day of the battle, you stayed with Zestial. He felt safer knowing that you were safe, and you decided that your present was more important to you than the distant past. You didn't want to leave your beloved sinner alone, especially if your separation would be eternal

[gentiliana]

can u (pls pls pls pls) do shin (sakadays) as a bf headcannons ........ thank u, sending u lots of love <3

HI DEAR!! tysm for your request 💗

i’m soooo happy someone requested something for shin i love him sm he’s the loml and this was so fun to write./shin fans get ready for january 2025 cuz sakadays episode 1 means shin is going to appear !!

i’m sorry for any grammar mistakes but english is not my first language, i’m trying my best to improve!

🪷 ; gn! reader, it is mentioned once that reader puts on makeup, Shin being the adoptive son of Taro and Aoi.

SHIN ASAKURA BF HEADCANONA

Did I just hear "best boyfriend ever"? Because Shin IS the best boyfriend ever.

With Shin being a clairvoyant, it was way easier for him to know if his love for you was unrequited or not.

But Shin is really unexperienced, he never had a serious partner or experienced any kind of strong love before he met you.

He even asked Sakamoto for advice! Isn’t he the cutest??

During the first weeks of the relationship compliments were not his best card… he tried okay? but he ended up embarrassed and all red… he really wants to be able to do that but he’s lacking confidence.

when that happens PLEASEE reassure him that is okay to not know how to express his feelings.

he loves receiving hugs and cheek kisses from you.

He likes looking at you while you’re getting ready, especially if you’re putting on makeup. He loves watching your focused face and asks you what you’re doing, it’s his way to show you that he’s interested in everything you do!

He’s not a big fan of PDA but doesn’t mind it; he just does whatever you want to.

He smiles like an idiot whenever you hold his hand! He prefers hand-holding since it makes him think that you rely on him and feel safe around him. (Please hold his hand and go on long walks with him.)

Since he knows whatever you’re thinking about, he always provides you with everything you want or need. Want to watch this movie? He’s buying the ticket. Craving a specific dessert? He’s cooking it for you or suggesting a cooking date.

ACTS! OF!! SERVICE!!!! He does whatever you want, whenever and wherever, just to see you smile! He is, in fact, in love with your smiling face.

He’d do anything you suggest. He even agreed once to let you dye his hair. If you have colored hair, he’d ask you to dye a strand of his hair the same as yours so you can match. . . 🥹

If you’re in college and have trouble studying, he’s going to help you in the best way possible. He might not even know what he’s doing, but please bear with him; he’s trying his best! Expect study dates where he tries to help you but ends up stressing over your exams.

About dates…

Dates with Shin are AMAZING!! In everything he does, you can just feel his love for you and how deeply he cares about you.

One time, you two were walking together in a park and he spotted some pretty white flowers. He decided to put one behind your ear, but he did it so gently that you worried you were going to melt under his touch. And the way he was staring at you?? You died instantly.

You’re never going to be alone because the whole Sakamoto family (mainly Lu and Heisuke) follow you around and take the cutest pictures of you two.

Shin is very embarrassed by it but you love his family and you understand that they just want to protect him.

Taro and Aoi love you and approve of your relationship with their “son.” They even invite you to go on family trips with the whole family, and you have to admit, those are the BEST family trips ever! Not only you spend time with your beloved clairvoyant boyfriend, but you also meet and have the chance to bond with his family.

You and Lu prank him a lot, and every time he scolds her and not you, because honestly, he can’t be mad at you.

(Hana asked you to marry Shin and he became so red you thought he was going to explode)

Introduced you to Natsuki and Akira and honestly they couldn’t believe that he got a partner as pretty as you! He was both flattered and offended by that comment…

“oh uhm thank y- WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” (Akira apologized for both her and Natsuki’s way of wording it)

Honestly I think a part of your relationship includes you taking care of him. Since you know what happened during his childhood, whenever possible, you take the opportunity to hug him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He loves and deeply cherishes those moments.

Overall 10/10 experience WOULD RECOMMEND!! nice guy with a nice family?? i’m in!

[newnlovesjennie]

i feel i’m falling in love with all my heart

sanji/reader

cws: past abuse

tags: healing, vaginal fingering, gentle kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, sanji is a sweetheart

summary: your patient boyfriend helps you through your journey of healing, one step at a time.

a/n: this is my first smut, so pleasee go easy on me :D

☆⋆。𖦹✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩°‧★☆⋆。𖦹✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩°‧

slender, pale fingers caress your face, cupping the chub of your cheek while your lover leans in deeper to indulge himself more in the depths of your mouth, the kiss you two share becoming deeper and deeper by the second.

sanji, for all his perverted tendencies, took his absolute time with you when it came to intimacy. he’s still recovering from the fact that you wanted him to be your boyfriend;

and he was no particular stranger to your past, he’d seen the way you tensed up when a certain man’s name was brought up, the way you’d flinch when he made any sudden movements. his heart shattered into a million pieces the moment he saw how guilt ridden and distraught you looked when you asked him at the start of your relationship if it’s okay if the two of you could take it slow, as if you were depriving him of something he was deserved. rest assured, he gave plenty of much needed reassurance that you’d be in complete control this time, that it would all go on your pace.

now, he could feel the two of you falling deeper and deeper into your shared frenzy, your tongue exploring his mouth and his hands had now moved to your waist. you two had been making steady progress in terms of intimacy, but had yet to breach the one, important base.

“can i touch you down there, my love?” sanji asked, breaking the kiss between the two of you. you were lying on your back, head to the headboard, embarrassingly grinding on his thigh. you nodded, diving back in to his kiss, one hand traveling down to remove your underwear.

slow and cautious as ever, he rubbed gentle circles on your clit, his delicate fingers getting to work on indulging the masterpiece that is your pussy. in between moans, soft kisses to your collarbone, and his other hand massaging the plush of your breast, you could feel yourself building up to your orgasm. you shot out your hand to stop his, hard at work at pleasing you.

sanji stilled, worried he’d gone too far, or that you’d start having flashbacks. but instead, you looked up at him with your soft, glossy eyes, and said his name, “sanji….” you panted, “i… i wanna go all the way this time. i-i want you to fuck me, sanji-kun.”

he certainly wasn’t expecting that, and his heart began beating fast at the potential prospect of being buried in you, finally being able to make love to you. another part was, of course, worried, “are you sure, ma chérie?” he asked, concerned on if you’d regret this later.

your hand that stilled his extracted his fingers from your warmth, interlocking your digits and pressing encouraging circles with the pad of your thumb. “i-i’ve been thinking about it for a while…. i’m-i’m ready now.” you said, with the tone of confidence he always loved hearing.

you had yet to delve into the past traumas that plagued you to sanji, but he decided you’d cross that road when you’d gotten there. he trusted you like no other, and accepted that you must have some plan in your head on how to go about all this. “all right, beauty.” sanji said, concealing his excitement about fucking you. this night was about you, more than anything.

“you’re my beloved, (name), and i’ll gladly treasure you until i die”, he breathes out, “any man who does otherwise is a fool and nothing less. you’re a treasure.”

[lllivia]

Unexpected turn of events

Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Could be read as gn!reader

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°★.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

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"Pleaseee"

"no."

"Pretty pleasee"

"no."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top"

"fine."

Wednesday scowled finally letting you win the argument of you bothering her to be able to sleep in her bed with her after you had been begging her for nearly twenty minutes.

"as long as you don't come anywhere near me. I know how needy you can be."

She said looking up from your homework she had (tried) helping you with. You were grinning at her, it may be the biggest smile she had ever seen coming from you. Annoyed Wednesday couldn't help to find you adorable, the way your dimples stood so much out for anyone to see, and how your eyes glittered with different colors from the big window on the other side of the dorm.

Later that night after getting your pj's from your room you were falling asleep. Your eye lashes fluttering trying to stay awake, while Wednesday was still sitting at her dark desk, writing in her beloved novel.

"Are you done yet Wen?

"yes soon, just sleep cara mia. I'll be there when you wake up"

"Ok good night Wednesday"

"Sleep well lovely"

Feeling reassured you finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming about your beautiful future wife.

You woke up the next morning sweating profusely, a warm heavy feeling on top of you. Opening your eyes you were met with Wednesday's slightly drooling face using your chest as a pillow. Snoring lightly her arms were wrapped tightly around your body like you were to disappear if she ever let go. You smiled brightly down at her, looking forward to tease her about it when she woke up. Sneakily you moved your arm from under hers to reach for your phone, and immediately going to the photo app. After snapping maybe thirty pictures or so of you making faces to the camera with your girlfriend sleeping soundly on top of you, you saw her pale arm flash out at the speed of light. Grabbing your phone and pulling it from your grasp, you jumping slightly looking to see Wednesday already glaring at you.

"if you don't delete those pictures right this second I will skin you alive and feed you to every unsuspecting student in this goddamned school."

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[tinkerbelle05]

Pavitr x fem reader PRETTY PLEASEE 🥺

Options:

- When your out with him, and alot of men are staring ( Jealous HEADCANONS )

- Angst

- Fluff

- How he is when your sick.

Why did you leave me?

Characters: Pavitr Prabhakar x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: After some months of dating Pavitr, he wants to break up with you but he wouldn’t tell you why. (Requested) Thanks for the request darling 💕

Warning: Heartbreak, sad times y’all

Jaanu = Beloved

You noticed something was off about Pavitr. The change was almost overnight. Like one day, he’s his usual cheerful and touchy self and now, he can barely look you in the eye and he can’t even hold your hand. The conversations, if there are any, are short and stifled. It’s like he’s walking on eggshells around you.

It made you feel conflicted. On one hand, you felt jaded, silted, vexed. Like every negative emotion manifested in you whenever he ignored you, whenever the 3 am 5 hour calls turned into 10-20 minutes, whenever he pulled away. It made you want to scream and shake him.

But a part of you was worried for him. Something was off with him but he wouldn’t tell you. He wouldn’t tell anyone. And it’s hurting him.

“Hey Pav,” you greeted him and smiled. It was a free period during school so you were just walking the walls.

He gave you a bright smile, “Hey, how’s your day going?”

You two engaged in casual conversation and for a minute it was like the old days but there was something off about Pavitr. His laughs weren’t the same and not once has he hugged you longer for than 30 seconds. This is the same guy that can’t go without 5 minutes holding your hand or even just idly playing with your fingers

You leaned against a wall and took a breath, “Pav, is there something wrong?”

He stopped mid sentence and looked at you with wide eyes and he froze for a moment. Then his face fell, it crumbled like sand. But for a moment, just a moment. You blinked and his smile was back in its place. But it’s manufactured and fake.

So obviously fake.

You stepped closer to him and held his face softly. You ran your fingers up and down his cheek in a soothing manner and touched your foreheads together. You spoke low and slow so he’s the only one that could hear.

“Pav, you can tell me what’s bothering you. I will not judge you for it, promise.” You told him and meant every word. You desperately hoped he knew you meant every word.

He sighed deep and long, his eyes closed, and all he could mumble were a string of sorrys. Confused by it you held him close and rested his head in the nook between your neck and head.

The next day he broke it off with you.

It was short, he came to your apartment, saying that he wanted to talk. You knew something was off when he didn’t walk right past you to chat with your mom. When he didn’t tickle your little sister. When he didn’t waltz into your room and lounge on your bed like it was his.

It was two words and he left.

“We’re done.” And his back was turned to you as he walked away.

It was simple and cruel. 4 years of laughing, smiling, kissing, hugging. Gone in less than 5 minutes. You didn’t know how to react. To cry, laugh, chase him down to throw something at him.

You wordlessly walked to the roof to your building using the railing from your bedroom window. You ignored the questioning glances of your family.

Leaning against the railing you looked at the city. It’s night time but there’s no difference in the amount of sounds or lights. It wasn’t quiet by any means but it was calming to you. People talking, motorcycles revving up, and taxis honking helped distract you from your breakup.

You still couldn't make sense of it. You knew that things were rough between you two but you thought you got to him yesterday.

He put his head on your shoulder! He was fine with you holding him! So why...why?

Um, hi…” you heard a voice and whooshed. You turned around to see that it was Spiderman. Technically Pavitr as Spiderman. But it was still him. The boy that you loved but broke your heart anyway.

You violently turned back around and yelled at him, “Go away! I don’t want to see you right now.”

You were beyond angry. You were livid, enraged, bitter. You didn’t have the words to describe what you were feeling, what you were thinking. You wanted to scream at him, to ask him why, to cry into his arms.

“Just…just let me explain,” he told you and walked to get closer but you backed away from him.

“You couldn’t have explained it as Pavitr! You had to go and get dressed up in your costume to explain why you broke my heart!” You screamed at him, with every word your voice getting louder and louder.

You both stood inches apart from one another. You could not tell what facial expression he had on, whether he was glaring at you, crying with you, or smirking.

You did not want to believe that Pavitr was enjoying your pain but you clearly didn’t know him as well as you thought you did. The boy you loved wouldn't leave you like that.

You reached to take the mask off of his face. You wanted to see him.

“Why?” Was all you asked of him.

He took the mask from your hands and sighed deeply. “I just wanted to protect you. As Spiderman, I have a lot of enemies. I just wanted to protect you, that’s all.”

You stared at him as he’s telling you this. Both of you had these kinds of concerns when he first told you. What if a villain tracked you down, used you as leverage, etc, etc.

“But we have protocols in place in case something like that happens. Pav, is there something else? Because you've been off all week.”

“No, no nothing else. I just thought that this is for the best. I just want to keep you safe from all of this,” he responded.

“Pav, I know you. I know when you are lying to me. You are lying!” You argued back at him. This was frustrating. This was so frustrating. You knew he was lying about something. You knew it. You know him.

Through your tears, you watched as Pavtir put the mask on. “Jaanu, I'm not lying to you. I love you, I always have and always will. And because I love you, I have to leave.”

“But this is not love, Pavitr! If you love me like you claim you do then, you would tell me what it is. You will not be vague about it and you will not shut me out! You will not break up with someone that you’ve been with for 4 years with no explanation and then just leave them at their doorstep. You will not!” You snapped at him.

The tears were running, staining your attempt at eyeliner, and your voice was strained from the constant yelling. And now you're just tired. This was getting nowhere.

You turn to the exit, “Okay, Pavitr. If you want to lie to my face then fine. Goodbye.”

But before you could leave, you sensed him still. Waiting. For what? You didn't know. A part of you hoped that this is where he’ll finally tell you. He’ll tell you everything. But the longer you stood there waiting, the more you realized that this was truly happening.

You marched up to him and slapped him. It was loud but not painful because as much as you hated him, you couldn't truly hurt him. But you wanted him to feel a fraction of what he put you through.

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[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 Papa Emeritus IV x reader

so i’ve had this idea for a while and finally was able to put it into words!

summary: our beloved papa has had a crush on his assistant for quite some time, except there was one issue, he didn’t know it yet. one day, you decide to go to one of his concerts with him. as he’s performing Mary On A Cross, he realizes he’d rather sing this song only to you. that he loves you.

enjoy!

⊱ ────── {⋅.𖤐 𐕣♱ ✯ ♱𐕣 𖤐.⋅} ────── ⊰

“No no, please, cara. You don’t need to do that.” he said, nervously brushing off what you’d just said.

“Papa- Copia, I insist. I’ve already bought the ticket, please, let me come support you. I want to see you, you’ll be amazing, pleasee?” you asked him, looking up at him with hopeful eyes as he turned to face you. In his eyes was a very different look. One of determination but also worry, hesitance.

The tour began today. It was starting that very evening. Copia had been very nervous. He wasn’t always this particularly nervous about performing but for some reason, this time was getting to him. You had racked your brain trying to think of reasons why it could be, but to your utter confusion, you could find no reason whatsoever. Maybe someone had made a rude comment and it got to his head? Maybe he was trying something new? Maybe he had bad memories from the venue? You didn’t know. You may not have understood the reason for his anxiety, but you wanted to support him. You cared for him- deeper than you should, you thought. And you wanted to be there for him. Luckily, this first night of the tour was close to the ministry. By working hard, (and a lot of convincing Sister Imperator), you were able to go! You had been able to scrounge up the money for tickets in the pit, right in front of the stage, where you could see Copia perfectly. You mentally sighed happily at the thought of getting to see him, up close, doing his thing, performing for all the people, being amazing. Though you were snapped out of your happy daydreams by Copia apparently repeating your name.

“Y/n?” he asked, waiting for a response.

“Yes sorry what did you say, Papa?” you asked him, embarrassed he had caught you in your daydream, and that he was needing to repeat himself.

“Please y/n, it’s Copia, I’ve known you far too long and know you far too closely to continue with such formalities.” he said with a smile muttering “Papa..” to himself, as if in disbelief you would be so formal.

“Then, Copia, what did you say?” you said, emphasizing the Copia. You gave him a playful smile as you waited momentarily for his response.

“I asked why you bought the ticket, mio caro.” He said, turning to scan over papers that would he waiting for him when he got back from the tour. And telling by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t exactly bursting with excitement. Since his eyes were busy running over the pages, they were too busy to notice the smile that had come onto your face from the name he called you.

You might as well come right out and say it, you were in love with Copia. Ever since his first days as Cardinal, you had loved him. It had only grown with time. Passing comments between you two had grown into long evenings discussing life, the beliefs of the church and Lucifer, and soon, his role as Papa. On occasion, Copia would invite you to his room and you two would play video games together. Other nights, you’d help him write his next sermon. You both learned so much from each other. You would trade books, discuss rituals. To anyone’s eyes, you two were a match made in heaven- wait no- would it be hell? A match made in hell? Oh well. One thing was for sure, to anyone who had eyes it was clear, you loved him deeply. And he loved you. (Even if he doesn’t know that yet-)

“There’s a million reasons. I want to support you, see you doing your thing, all of those kinds of things. I thought it was a wonderful idea.” you said, looking mildly sad. Did he not want you to go? Was he annoyed?

“Oh y/n, you know I’d love for you to be there.” Copia replied, sympathetically resting a hand on your arm. With his words and the feeling of his leather gloves on your skin, all your worried were relieved from your mind. You felt yourself warm up from his touch. He had always had this effect on you. Some days you wondered if it was really Lucifer you were worshipping or just him. You would’ve been happy either way.

“You would?” you asked, not wanting the happy moment to end. Mismatched eyes met yours, a content air falling around you two in the comfort of his office. It was moments like these when you hoped. You hoped that maybe someday, it would be more than light touches on the arm, more than the longing smiles you gave him, more than the desperate longing to be something more.

“Yes, yes, of course! Come now, do you really think I’d reject your presence carissima?” he responded. You suddenly became very aware of his hand still on your arm, even more aware of the small circles he was tracing into your skin with his thumb. Damn it. Why did he have to look at you like that? His smile was causing yours to grow. Like the sun to a budding plant, he lit you up. You had never been looked at like that. It was a smile of utter comfort and interest. Like he would hang on to your every word, like he was ready to give you every ounce of reassurance in the world.

He didn’t know why, but moments like these- moments with you, warmed his heart in a certain way. One he couldn’t put into words. What was this feeling for you? He wanted things to stay like this, for a long long time. He wanted his hand to stay there. What if he hugged you? No- he couldn’t- not now. You would think him weird.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to be appreciated.” you said softly, not able to look away. Ever drawn in by the mismatched eyes, you loved them. You loved him. In times like this, it felt like the entire world was left behind, it was all so far away. You didn’t care about your anxieties about tonight, you didn’t care about tomorrow’s work, or the day after that’s, or absolutely anything else, until the end of time. You were so entirely wrapped up in who he was, it was hard to see the rest of the world for all the pieces of him were everywhere you looked. He was there in the dark of night, a flickering candle, he was there when you would take your walks at night throughout the ministry. He was always there- in your mind, and your heart. Surely, you thought, this can’t just be only my feeling. He has to feel something, or know I feel something. It was ironic to you, sometimes. To the rest of the world, the person you held dearest would be considered entirely blasphemous, terrifying, doomed to spend a eternity in hell. To you, he was your greatest joy, your safe place, the person whom you loved with your entire mind, soul, body, and heart. You adored him with every ounce of life you had in you. You loved him with every ounce of life you had in you. And if the day came where that life was taken from you both, you would even follow him to hell. To you, true hell was an eternity without him. Not whatever is in the bible, or other ancient scriptures.

“You,” he paused, turning his head to look at his desk, but this time his eyes weren’t scanning over documents or papers or work of any kind. They looked like they were thinking of all the words in existence, trying only to find the right ones for this moment. “You are more than appreciated.”

What did that mean?

He was desperately searching his head for any explanation as to how he felt, what was this burning in his chest, this eternal longing?

Going ahead and speaking your thoughts you shot a question at him. “What do you mean?”

He only looked at you. The room was horribly silent, if only his voice would fill it with noise.

All at once, the door burst open and Sister Imperator practically flew in. Copia removed his hand quickly from your arm, and you two stepped apart as she scanned the room fiercely.

“Ah, there you two are! Wonderful, how do you both feel?” she asked, obviously nervously anticipating your responses.

“Good!” you said, a little anxious under her seemingly ever-watchful gaze.

“Oh, yes, yes good. We are good. Thank you, Sister. Uh, how are- how are you?” he asked, his awkward demeanor emerging dramatically. You couldn’t help but smile internally at this, you thought it was so cute. You also noticed he was much more calm when it was only you two. Did he really trust you that much?

“Perfect, well you both are to leave in an hour. And y/n, I expect you can get ready in that time?” she asked you.

You were surprised at the lack of warning before hand but since she was messing with her hands nervously, you suspected she had her own worries about tonight and decided it best not to argue. “Yes, Sister, sounds good.” you said in reply.

“Terrific, thank you child. Now, uh,” she stepped towards him, as if wanting to say something, possibly give him a hug? You didn’t know. But she stepped away before anything could happen. “Do well.” she said before hurrying out the door, muttering to herself about other duties and jobs she had to attend to, all while being wrapped up in this evening.

You turned back to your dear Papa, “So, we have an hour!”

“That we do.” he nodded, seemingly in thought.

“I’d better go get ready then! I’ll see you soon Pa- sorry, Copia.” you excitedly said with a smile, you turned quickly and left the room, just in time to hear a goodbye from Copia.

He watched as you left, and he was excited too! He wondered what you would wear, how you would look, what you would think. What song would be your favorite? Would it be appropriate to Cirice you? Just like you, many questions ran through his mind. Dancing around like falling leaves, swirling and mixing in a beautiful array of wonder.

You hurried through the halls, excitement burning deep within you along with the need for more air. Damn- habits can be hard to run in. You passed other hallways, leading further and further into the ministry. You passed elaborate paintings depicting Lucifer, worship of Him, Eve, Lilith, and more. Statues of these figures laid about the halls as well. With the ceilings high above you, rushed past many Siblings of Sin. Until finally, you reached your room. Practically throwing the door open, you stepped in. The outfit you had picked out for this evening lay all ready on your bed. You tossed off your habit, tearing off every garment of clothing you wore over your undergarments. Soon, your carefully planned outfit was no longer laying on the bed, but now your body. And you looked…good.

It fit your body just how you had wanted it to, it accentuated every little bit of your beauty. You were certainly not disappointed.

You only wondered what your beloved Copia would think..?

You hoped he would like it.

You were bursting in excitement as you finished with all the little details of your current look. Any makeup or accessories that had needed to have been added were added and you felt you were ready. You only worried lightly about tonight. You were worried about how your love for Copia would grow. There was no way you’d be able to see him up there, with those beautiful outfits adding to his powerful look, singing so wonderfully, without falling even more in love with him. Unholy fuck, you could practically picture it already. And your stomach was filled with a nervous excitement. Or very very aggressive butterflies. Rabid birds maybe. You didn’t know. You only knew you couldn’t wait. And that you hoped that maybe, just maybe, Copia might appreciate your outfit too.

You grabbed what other things you may need from wherever they were, took one last glimpse at yourself in the mirror, and headed over to your door. Just as you were about to open it, you heart two short noises.

Knock, knock.

Who on earth would be at your door now? You desperately hoped that the universe wasn’t trying to keep you from going to this concert; cause by Satan, if you needed to go up against the universe to get to this concert, then the universe better be ready.

“Child? Sister Y/n, are you ready?” called a shrill voice.

Oh.

That’s who.

You opened the door to see an even more frazzled looking Sister Imperator. You silently thanked the universe for not getting in the way of your going to the concert.

“Ah, ok. Good. Now, follow me.” she said, nodding a few times before sharply turning on her heel and walking swiftly down the hallway.

You had no choice but to follow her.

You followed her through a couple hallways, expecting Copia to be joining you any moment. When he didn’t, you hurried and caught up to Sister Imperator.

“Sister? Where are we going?” you asked her.

“The car that will transport you to the venue of course, what else?” she asked you. She had stopped now and turned to look at you, a confused look on her face as if there was no other place in the world you could possibly be.

You took a second to process that. You thought you would’ve been meeting Copia.

“So, where is Papa?” you asked

Sister turned and continued walking, her sudden movement caused you to pause then hurry after her.

Damn this woman is fast.

As you followed her, her response rung out through the halls.

“He has already left for the venue. We decided to send him early. Sound checks and all, you must know.”

You couldn’t lie to yourself, you were a bit disappointed that you weren’t able to see him before he performed. But that was ok. There wasn’t anything you could really do about it now, was there?

Soon enough, you and Sister Imperator reached the entrance of the Church. You walked out the doors and into the bright air. It was not yet sunset, but it would be soon in a few hours. A black car awaited your exit out of the church. And in the drivers seat…was a Ghoul!

“Alright. Now then, you have everything?” asked Sister Imperator.

“Yes, thank you very much. I really appreciate this.” you smiled at her, thankful she had helped you achieve getting this opportunity.

“Of course. Well, you’d better be off now, shouldn’t you?” she nodded in return to your smile and you could’ve sworn you saw a small one playing at the edges of her mouth.

“Yes, I should. Have a good evening, Sister.” you replied and opened the door to the backseat of the car, where you assumed it was appropriate to sit since the Ghoul was driving, and it seemed more formal.

The car started and you watched it pull away from your dear Satanic Church. The dark walls which held secrets, had also come to hold your home, your heart. It had come to hold a place of love and beauty. You were allowed to be human there. Good, bad, and all.

You had also been allowed to love.

And oh, how that love burned in excitement as the church grew further and further away.

You swore you could still see Sister Imperator standing by the entrance.

You hummed quietly to the music playing over the radio as you watched the landscape pass by. You thought about the fact that Copia had seen this on his drive too. Oh how you loved him. You wondered what he had thought of the passing trees, the buildings, everything. You wondered if he thought about you. Of course, he had. But you had no way of knowing that yet. All you knew was that he made the world so much more beautiful. You had never understood how beautiful one person could make the world until you met him.

You couldn’t possibly know this, but at that moment, Copia was getting out of his car, thinking about you. Thinking about the fact you’d see all his singing and dancing and performing. It was one thing to come back from a tour and simply tell you about it, it was another to actually have you there. He couldn’t ignore the anticipation that rose in his stomach more and more.

After a few more passing minutes, you found yourself in a slowly stopping car.

You were here.

You could barely contain yourself.

You were surprised when the ghoul came around and opened your door for you. You stepped out, giving the ghoul a warm smile.

“Thank you very much,” you said to him. He nodded, in what seemed like a grateful way and held out his hand. You looked at it, for just a moment. You then put yours in the ghoul’s and the ghoul shook it. It was a small gesture, a polite one. But you felt it meant more than that.

You had always been kind to the ghouls, a sort of friendship had formed between you and them. You were always very polite and treated them as individual equals. Not simply the protectors of Papa or simply things that performed by his side, not as something below others in the ministry or the siblings, but as those who did very hard work, and deserved the right to be treated with compassion. Through your kindness, they had given you respect in return.

Once your hands were separated, and you had made your goodbyes, you walked towards the venue. Unsurprisingly, you were the first one there, other than the workers.

A few of them made small-talk with you, and for a bit you waited around doing typical waiting things. After a bit, other people started to show up. You admired all their outfits, the merch if they had any.

It was the best wait you had ever experienced. And you knew every second would be worth it.

All of this was wonderful and all, until an opening of a gate caught the attention of many. It was a ghoul and a worker of the venue. The ghoul stayed behind the gate as not to get trampled, though getting flooded audibly by the cheers of the thrilled fans. But the worker stepped out through the gates, and headed towards you.

“Are you y/n?” he asked you, seemingly in a rush.

“Yes. Why?” you replied, very confused as to what was going on.

“Alright, please come with me. You’re needed backstage.” he said, and turned. But not before motioning for you to follow him.

You showed the other workers your ticket as you entered, they looked confused too, but they let you pass.

Once you were through the gates, you were led into a building. As you walked through it you saw many other workers, along with a ghoul here and there.

“Where are we going?” you asked the worker who was leading you.

“A dressing room, you will see. He told me you were needed, insisted, actually.” the worker replied to you, not slowing their pace at all.

After a minute, you got to a long row of doors, the ghoul that had accompanied you waved to you, opened one of the doors, then disappeared inside. Eventually you came to a door near the end of the hallway.

“Right in there! Thank you for coming, I’m sure this all seems very strange.” the worker said.

“It’s ok, thank you for coming to get me and bringing me here.” you replied.

The worker gave you a smile and a nod, then turned and walked down the hallway, off to throw themself into some other pre-show chaos.

After watching him leave, you turned back to the door. You took a breath in, and opened it.

Inside were multiple mirrors, a couch, mini fridge, and very, very, bright lights. In the center of it all, was Copia. Beloved, amazing, Copia. You quickly stepped inside and shut the door behind you, that seemed to startle the man out of his thoughts and turn back towards you. You watched as his gaze fixed on you. You couldn’t miss how his eyes widened. Was it wonder, amazement? Unbeknownst to you, yes. Yes it was. It was pure wonder and amazement. And later as Copia would find out, love.

“Ah, cara mia. There you are.” his tone was calm, but his eyes were still wide, he moved towards you, quite quickly.

“Is everything ok?” you asked. You couldn’t hide how your eyes had widened too, he looked incredible.

“Yes, yes, all very good. I was just eh, worrying, and uh, wanted to see how you were doing.” he said, looking at you with such happiness.

“I’m doing quite well, thank you! You look amazing, you’re going to be amazing.” he smiled as you said this

“I can already hear the cheering fans!” you joked and you both chuckled.

“Ah, well, thank you. I appreciate that.” he said. “I should uh,” he motioned to his makeup, which he was just finishing putting on.

“Oh! Mhm, do you need help?” you asked him.

“Sure, uh, ok, so..” As you both worked, his makeup was finished, leaving you two to laugh and talk, and have precious time together. Though, eventually, it was almost time where you would need to leave and take your place in the crowd.

“There was…another thing, I wanted to uh, talk with you about. Before we you know, go on.” he said

“Hm? What is it?” you asked

“Just, nerves, you know?” He asked. And yes, you did know.

“Hey, you’ll be amazing. You always are. There’s not a day that passes where I don’t think that. You’ve done this many times, and everyone always loves it. You’ve got this! You’re gonna take their breath away, Copia.”

And you were right. He would take their breath away. Sadly after you said that, a worker notified you that they would start letting people in the gates in about five minutes. And you had to take your leave.

Within minutes you were in your place in the pit. Right in front of the stage, in the center, right up front.

Soon, everyone else were in their places too.

Next, the opening band started.

After that, the opening band finished.

And then, it was time.

You swear, when you first saw him come out on stage, time was frozen. He looked more amazing than you’d ever seen him. He radiated confidence. Cheers roared louder than you’d ever heard. He was a fire, he was the sun. He was illuminating everything, it felt like.

And of course, he saw you.

Many times, he looked your way, danced and sang in front of you. You loved all of his costumes, his jokes, all of it.

Then the time came for Cirice to play.

Wanna guess what he did?

Ciriced you.

The night went on in a beautiful blur of love and ritual.

Soon, Mary On A Cross began to play.

By the time the first chorus came, you felt you could melt. He was looking at you. He was smiling at you.

In his mind, he was thinking about you. He thought how you’d spent the night dancing and singing, he thought about the way you two were together, how you were to him. And eventually, came in to that burning happiness in his chest.

Soon, the slower part of the song came.

“You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a Cross, not just another bloody Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a..”

And with the next few lines, he would realize that maybe it wasn’t only Lucifer he worshipped, but you as well. He loved you. He loved you. Satan in hell, he loved you. He was in love.

You were what had been keeping him going, you were so so beautiful in every way. You brought him to life, you were what he sang every song to. You were his muse.

“You’re beauty never ever scared me,”

With that, he made eye contact with you. There were so many people around the two of you but for those moments, it felt like only the two of you. You two were meant to be. He was yours, you were his.

Your beauty had never scared him.

It had been you, all along.

He loved you.

He loved you, he worshipped you, you were the flame burning deep within him.

As the song came to an end, he kneeled down at the edge of the stage, right before you. Your hand joined his, as he held his out to you. He kneeled down close, close enough so only you could hear.

“I love you,” he whispered to you.

⊱ ────── {⋅.𖤐 𐕣♱ ✯ ♱𐕣 𖤐.⋅} ────── ⊰

a/n : i hope you all like this! i might do a different ending to this. but anyways, i hope you like this. remember to take care of yourselves!!

[book-place]

Timelines

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Hogwarts staff x reader platonic

Request: Child! Scarlet witch! reader x hogwarts staff, child accidentaly teleportates and appears on the staff room while on a meeting and questions "What year is it? Where am I?" After sensing a powerful source of magic on the child Dumbledore answers their questions and ask about the childs information. After a brief resume that they are not from this world or timeline they need to see a way back home, while at it the staff kinda adopts them temporally. Mostly Dumbl,Mcgon, and Snape pleasee

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: A mix up with a time turner made you appear in the professors lounge

A/N: I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize till after I wrote this that I didn’t end up writing the reader as scarlet witch, if you’d like you can request something else like that and I’ll fix it!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

One minute you weren’t there, and then the next you were. It was that simple. There was no big crash or bright lights that followed your arrival, just the simplicity of it happening.

Though there had been no big announcement of your entrance, everyone in the room could automatically sense that something was off. The magic that flowed through their bloodstreams screaming at them that something was not right.

So, all of the professors in Hogwarts knew that you were in the staff room before you even spoke the words, “Where am I? What year is it?” With a desperate urgency.

All of them turned away from whatever they were doing to peer at you with widened eyes. No magic instinct could have prepared them to see a girl at about twelve- who most definitely did not go to the school- with dirty clothes and wild eyes staring back and forth between everyone.

Dumbledore was the first to stand, it was only right, being the headmaster and all.

“And who might you be, little one?” He asked, approaching you with care and a steady voice that let others know that he had practiced being under pressure like this many times before.

“Where am I? What year is it?” You repeated, stumbling back, away from the strange man.

His steps froze in place, not wanting to startle you anymore.

“Albus,” McGonagall was the next to snap out of her daze, “What is this? What is going on?”

“That, I do not know, my dear Minerva.” He answered back cooly, not taking his eyes off of your shaking and distraught form.

“Shall I fetch Madame Pomfrey?” Severus’s voice drawled from behind the man.

“That will not be necessary.” Albus had seen the way you flinched away from anyone who got within ten feet of you, so he doubted that even the beloved school healer would stand a chance.

“Poor thing is shaking like a leaf.” McGonagall muttered to herself before quickly hurrying to the couch in the corner of the room and lifting a blanket off of it.

She then returned to the same spot she was before, bending down and hesitantly sliding the fabric across the floor to you, also realizing that you didn’t want anyone to get too close.

After only a moment's hesitation, you snatched it into your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, instantly nuzzling into the warm material.

The silence was allowed to drag on for only a few more moments before the headmaster spoke up again, “How can we help you?”

The question was stated in such a calm and collected way that one would have thought he was simply asking about the weather, and that seemed to throw you off a bit.

“I…” you took a shuttered breath as your muscles relaxed ever so slightly when you finally realized that you weren’t in any immediate danger, “I don’t know how I got here or what was happening, but my brother was messing around with a time turner and now I’m here.”

Snape and Minerva took a moment to absorb the information, but Albus just nodded along kindly, “I see, and don’t you worry, we will get you back to your correct timeline as fast as possible.”

Your head snapped up and your eyes were wide, “You will? Really?”

Minerva nodded, “Of course, child, we would never just leave you to try and figure this out on your own.”

“Thank you,” You whispered, some tears forming in your eyes, “I just want to go home.”

“And we will ensure that we do everything in our power to make that possible,” Dumbledore spoke softly, taking a small step towards you.

And this time, you didn’t back away.

It’s LeviOsa 🪄- @i-writes-things

[midnightsapphire]

Ghost aemond part 3 pleasee 🙏! We need it :(, maybe reader can go to a witch or something to bring him back? 🥺 I think both we and aemond have suffered enough 😆

A/N - ask and you shall receive! sorry this is so long lol, i'm not really proud of this one

warnings : slight nsfw mentions, violence, death, minor book spoilers, ambiguous ending

- MDNI, some NSFW themes under the cut- 

ghost!aemond who cursed all the gods new and old for ripping away the only happiness he had left. was it not enough they had stolen his eye at such a young age? stolen his birthright of having a dragon? cursed him as the second son who was always destined to be second best.

now here you were, off to be married to a cunt of a man with no worthy title. to him, nobody was worthy enough for your hand. not even him. 

you stayed together until the day before you wedding night, sitting across from the fireplace as you both sat in silence, listening to the crackle of the fire, allowing the flames to illuminate both your features

“dare i confess that i’m.. afraid?”

“of what, my dear sapphire?”

“of becoming nothing but a brood mare, only destined to pop out heirs to continue his cursed bloodline.”

the very though made the former prince’s hands clench at his sides as he- oh so badly- wished he could be the one betrothed to you, to deflower you, to have you birth as many of his heirs as you wished. 

“i won’t allow it.”

“you have no choice, neither do i for that matter.” 

aemond thought very long and hard, shutting his eye as he turned his body towards your own, placing a ghostly hand on top of yours as determination flared in his violet eye.

“listen well-”

you don’t know what possessed you to come to the heart of the Streets of Silk, your hood covering your features as you maneuvered your way through the sweaty bodies, holding in the grimace as they tugged and pushed at your cloak in hopes of gaining your attention

your eyes followed along to the furthest corner of the brothel, ignoring the naked bodies alongside you 

“you must be the White Witch.” 

“and you must be desperate to seek the help from the likes of me.” she smirked, glancing at one of the workers as they closed the curtains to give you both privacy, something that was rare in the brothels

“what is it you need? the head of your worst enemy? a twist of fate? a seed to be planted in your womb? name your bargain, my dear.”

“is it.. possible to bring someone back? from- from the dead?”

“the dead? most folk would rather the opposite. what is it you seek to bring back? a father, relative? perhaps.. a lover?” she snickered as the red crept along you cheeks

“so that is what you seek. i warn you that every deal comes with a price, one that will surely consume you.”

“anything, truly i would do anything.”

“a life for a life, my dear. that is the price.”

---

to say you were nervous was an understatement as you allowed your handmaidens to prepare you for your wedding. 

“you look beautiful!” your handmaiden boasted as she continued placing the pins into your braids, glancing at you from the mirror of your vanity as you gave her a forced smile

it was not long as the ceremony took place, your new-found husband tugging and parading you around as if you were his new prize- which you assumed you were as he boasted to the lords of what a kind and dutiful wife you were meant to be

the white witch’s words plagued your mind as you listened to your husband excuse the both of you, wishing for nothing more than to bring you to your shared chambers 

“a life for a life, my dear. that is the price.”

“you wish for me to kill someone and in return... he comes back to me?”

“if only it were that easy. you would need an article of his, hair.. a prized possession to burn, only then could you take a life and return it to your beloved.”

and it was difficult, horrible even as you crept around the castle that night, knowing your father had kept many historical relics that were significant to the Targaryen namesake. 

it sent chills down your spine as you snuck your way through the vast halls, your eyes straining in the darkness as your walked by relic after relic from the towering skull of balerion, to what you seeked the most-

the skull of aemond targaryen that had washed along the shore, the blade of Dark Sister still lodged in the eye socket

“it’s such an unflattering thing to have in your chambers, my love.” your husband would scold as you were both left alone, refraining from shooting him the harshest glare you could muster as he toyed with the skull, juggling it from hand to hand as you ripped it from his grasp

“sentimental value, if you would.” you’d sigh as you illuminated the fireplace, feigning contentment as you turned your body towards your husband

your actions held no suspicion as your husband set it along the nightstand, arms wrapping around your body as he kissed down your neck, almost a bit too eager for the consummation of your marriage

heaving out a sigh- that he foolishly considered a sigh of content, you had swept your arm along the table, effectively knocking the skull into the fire as your husband lifted you onto the wood, hands tugging at your garments at you watched the skull light the fire brighter than it had before

fighting back the shivers of disgust at another man’s hands on your body, your own slid up your skirts, feeling the cold of the dagger as you slowly unsheathed it, clenching your eyes shut as you forcefully brought it into the air and plunged it straight into your husband’s back

letting out whimper after whimper, you shifted your weight to lean against your husband’s body, both of you topping onto the ground as you straddled his waist, delivering stab after stab as the tears fell from your face

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you pleaded, no longer able to distinguish if the wet of your cheeks was from the tears or the splatter of blood as grotesque squelches echoed around the room

you panted heavily as you pulled the dagger from his chest, clattering the weapon against the floor as you cupped the lifeless face of the man you were married to, letting out defeated whimpers as his cold body stilled under your own

it wasn’t until you heard labored breaths under you did the goosebumps creep up your arms, almost falling over as a hand moved to cup your cheek as you were met with piercing violet eyes

“my sweet, sweet sapphire.”

[write-here-n-now]

Birthday surprises, unexpected turns

C(S). Taeyong x Reader | WC. 1275 | G. Fluff

The end of June was always an exciting time. The payoff of month-long planning and hard work paid off when you were able to surprise your beloved for his birthday, however, this year the birthday plans had to be slightly pushed back due to his hectic schedule.

Taeyong had just made his solo debut and the month-long promotions included celebrating his special day with the rest of the NCT 127 members and fans, which meant you could only see him after his birthday. You didn’t mind celebrating a little later, as it gave you more time to plan your surprise for Taeyong to perfection. 

“Buuuuubbbbuuuu where are we goiiiinnng…..?” whines Taeyong from his spot in the passenger seat. 

Taking a peak at the time on the dashboard, it showed that it had been 37 minutes since you asked Taeyong to be dressed up and wait for you outside the private entrance of his dorms. Taeyong could never say no to you and happily obliged, but what he hadn’t planned was for you to remain tight-lipped about where you were taking him, despite his best attempt to coerce the information, pleading round eyes and all. 

“Patience bubu, we’re almost there” you reason, hoping that would hold him off for just a little while longer as your destination was fast approaching.

Dropping his shoulders and he turned back to face the front window. Taeyong’s attention was caught in the breathtaking fields of flowers that surrounded the road, illuminated by a soft golden hue as the sun began to settle for the night. He pulled out his phone to capture a small piece of the moment. 

As day turned to dusk, you two finally arrived at your destination, a corn field located outside of the bustling city of Seoul.

“We’re here!” 

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you hurry out of the car, allowing your legs and back to get their much deserved stretch after almost an hour and a half of driving.

Sensing a missing presence you turn back to the car and catch Taeyong still seated inside. His face now sporting another pout as he scanned the outside surroundings. 

You motion for him to come outside which he begrudgingly agrees to after a muted sigh. He pulls himself out of the car, closing the door behind him and making sure to look in all directions before walking over to your side, there was nothing there...

“If you were a stranger, I would assume you’re trying to get me killed love,” he voices, eyebrows furrowed. His eyes move side to side at the unknown sounds scattered from the field. Grabbing your hand once he hears a particularly loud cricket.

“Trust me, I intend to keep every hair on your head safe Taeyong,” you assure. “I do, however, have an amazing surprise for you.”

“I’m looking and all I see is a cornfield,” he counters, not one bit convinced of your “amazing surprise.”

“Well duh,” you poke his cheek. “The surprise is inside.”

He turns to your digging daggers into your eyes.

“I, have to go inside? Like inside this MAZE?? In The DARK?!?”

To think he would have been totally dandy going into the maze without any convincing was a long shot, but half the battle was simply getting to the maze so your surprise was still going smoothly.

“WAIT! I know what will help, flashlights.”

You rush over to the truck of the car, opening it up to find the two big flashlights you had packed, with two sets of backup batteries of course. 

Walking back over you wave the flashlights like a prize, hoping it could convince him to at least explore the maze.

“Look Taeyong, now we can get to the centre with no problem”

Taeyong sends you a glare with arms now crossed, a very clear indication that your solution didn’t convince him any further of going inside.

“In your dreams, I’m not going in there.” Tone firm and with a straight face.

“Tae pleasee,” you whine with your own version of pleading round eyes.

He looks away, fearing his will not strong enough to deny you your request. It only takes a few more “pleeease”s, and maybe a couple of kisses to convince him that all of it will be worth it if he just agrees to step into the maze. 

“Ughhhh, fine.” 

Grabbing a flashlight in one hand and your hand in the other, Taeyong takes a deep breath before walking towards the corn maze, praying he wouldn’t have any regrets after saying yes to your adorable face that he simply could never resist or deny.

Three steps inside and his steps have already come to a halt, looking both ways and trying to determine which direction to head in. 

You, having literally planned the entire surprise, pull him in the left direction. Recalling the corn maze map that you spent weeks remembering, you weave through the directions with an arm still tugging Taeyong’s arm. 

A couple more turns and twists, but right before you sense the spot in which your surprise is waiting, you come to an abrupt halt and Taeyong bumps into your back. 

“Taeyong quick close your eyes” 

“What? Why?” he asks. “How will I walk?”

“I’ll lead you to the end, don’t worry I’ll go slowly.” 

He cocks an eyebrow but nonetheless closes his eyes.

Taking his hand this time, you walk him around the corner of the maze and right into the middle of the surprise.

“Ok open now!”

The immediate sight that greets him upon opening his eyes is a gingham blanket spread out on the floor decorated with a sign reading “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TY” and seating pillows. A cooler and picnic basket is placed on one side of the blanket.

Around the shrubs of the maze are an assortment of paper streamers and fairy lights strung up, twinkling and fluttering against the moonlight shining from above.

You move to sit down as Taeyong takes in the decoration, eyes wide with fascination.

Opening the cooler you fish out the small cake box you prepared, nothing too fancy, just a small chocolate cake with strawberries shaped into roses. In your basket, you find the candle and lighter. With Taeyong still distracted you place the candle in the centre.

“Love, come sit,” you call to him.

He rips his gaze from the lights to you and rushes over, finding his spot in front of you and the cake.

Lifting up the cake you use a free hand to light the candle. 

“It’s your birthday, make a wish.” You inwardly cringe at the reference but it's enough to have Taeyong bust out a smile.

Closing his eyes for a bit he blows out the candle from the side so as to not fan the smoke to your face.

“Love!, I can’t believe you did all this for me. I can’t believe I was so scared to come but if I didn’t…..”

As he starts to ramble on and on about how amazing your surprise was and how much he loves you, he doesn't notice your hand inching up to the cake, swiping the cake of its frosting. 

You nod along, listening to him ramble until your hand reaches his face, smearing the chocolate frosting against his cheek, stunning him in the middle of his romantic spiel.

“You have a little something on your face, love,” you point out giggling.

“Oh, do I? 

He doesn’t let you answer. Leaning in and softly kissing and transferring the frosting onto your cheek. Both of you now becoming a giggling mess, covered in frosting.

“There, now we both have something on our faces.”

[cameracorey]

What the Marble Hornet boys would do if they found out you were infected by the operator sickness.

Requested: Nope

Side not:My requests are open! Please-I’m needing to practice writing for marble hornet characters pleasee request something

Jay

-This man, he would feel absolutely terrible that one, you got roped into all of this stuff, and two, that you are even infected by the operator!

-He’s worried that you’ll slightly turn into tim when he becomes Masky and you’ll try to kill him. But you usually have to reassure him that you won’t.

-Even if you’re infected he will do his best to make sure you are happy and alright, he doesn’t want that thing getting to you even more than it already has.

-Oh boy is he protective now, if you thought he was protective of you before you had gotten infected, be ready for him to be even more protective now! He’ll make sure no matter what you are safe, Begging you to stay away from Alex, and even to stay away from Tim.

-If you tried to explain to him that you were gonna be alright he would always say, “Baby, if you get hurt I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. Please let me do this..for both of us.”

-No matter what you try he is never letting up on being way too protective of you. So good luck with that.

Tim-

Oh..Oh boy-

-If you thought Jay was feeling upset that you got infected then just wait till Tim’s finds out you’re infected.

-The poor boy constantly blames himself for infecting you, he’s already had nightmares about infecting you but when it actually happened, he was freaking out.

“Baby I’m so, so sorry.” He said as tears pricked in the corners of his eyes, you coughed but you gave him a reassuring smile. Placing a hand on his cheek you leaned closer towards him. “Baby, don’t feel bad. It isn’t your fault that this happened.”You said, reassuring him as you kissed his forehead.

-even though you told him that it wasn’t his fault for you getting infected, he still felt bad.

-He will always share his medication with you, no matter what you said.

-He always makes sure you are alright, he makes sure you aren’t going on any of the dangerous adventures Jay and him goes on.

-he isn’t as protective as Jay will be but he can be pretty protective when it comes to you being safe in his house. He’s more worried that Alex will try and do something to you when he finds out you are infected.

Brian

-He really doesn’t know how to react if you get infected. But he originally assumed you had gotten infected from Tim and not the operator. You..had to stop him from almost killing Tim on a couple of occasions on this problem.

-”Firefly..are you gonna be ok?”

-But down the line he becomes more worried about you as you start having coughing fits, having memory issues and even sometimes thinking that you're seeing something that wasn’t there.

-He starts stealing more of Tims medication to try and help you, and still helps himself since he was also infected.

-When Alex became more of a threat he became protective, wanting you to stay out of Alex’s radar, so you wouldn’t get fully dragged into the situation Brian already was in.

-He won’t keep you locked away, but he will make sure you are ok and always tells you not to go outside without him.

Alex

-He’ll be pissed, but not probably for the reasons you’d expect.

-if we’re saying this is Alex after the operator sickness has spread he will be angry, angry that the operator infected you.

-he’ll become more aggressive when he’s dealing with Jay and Tim, even going to when he gets his hand on Tim to beat the absolute shit out of him.

-”It’s your fault that Jay’s dead! My beloved is infected because of you! And everyone..is gone..BECAUSE OF YOU!”

-He is very overprotective of you, he won’t let you leave the house, like..at all. If you tried to leave the house he’d always find you..and he’d tell you that the only place you’re safe is at his house, away from everything that is happening.

-Yeah..you are probably never going to be leaving Alex’s house again..

[maverickbabes]

Five More Minutes

Five More Minutes

Aged!Up!Lo'ak Sully x female!Navi! Atokirina!oc

Lo'ak and Atokirina are both 19

Warnings: Soft Lo'ak, just a bunch of cuteness, sleepy cuddles, silly moments, Lo'ak not wanting to get up for the day, so much cuteness - you'll feel your heart wanting to explode it has so much cuteness.

Summary: Lo'ak doesn't want to get up and start his day, so Lo'ak being Lo'ak, he tries to convince Atokirina to stay in the hut and be in bed with him all day.

yawne (n) - beloved

nga yawne lu oer - "I love you"

The sun shines through the small crack of the entrance flap of their hut, shining softly on their bodies. Lo'ak opens his eyes groggily then glances at the slightly smaller body wrapped in his arms.

Lo'ak smiles as he lifts up his hand and brushes some strands of hair from her face. He traces his fingers gently across your arm, following the pattern of her stripes that painted her skin.

Atokirina opens her eyes and smiles at how adorable Lo'ak looked. Two strands of braids framed his face on each side while his golden eyes followed the hand that was tracing the stripes on her arm. "Morning ma yawne" Atokirina whispers, placing a hand on his chest feeling his heart beat quicken just slightly.

"Good morning beautiful" He says as he leans down to kiss her softly in which she returns with just as much softness and passion. Atokirina squeals as Lo'ak wraps his arms around her waist then pulls her onto him, giggling the whole time.

Their hammock rocked side to side in the process from the motion of the two moving. She lets out a content sign as she relaxes against his body, closing her eyes while she listens to his heartbeat. Lo'ak kisses the top of her head while his hand rubs up and down her smooth back.

"We have to get ready for the day Lo'ak" Atokirina mumbles getting up from his chest but Lo'ak has other ideas. "Kirina just five more minutes pleasee" Lo'ak pouts as he brings her back down to his chest. "Lo'akkkk" She draws out as she tries to get out of his arms but had no luck.

"No you're mine" He says wrapping his legs around her to where she can't leave. "Yes baby I'm all yours but we need to get up for the day" She coos at him then leaves kisses all over his chest. "Hey Hey don't start something you can't finish" Lo'ak warns as he raises an eyebrow and releasing his arms from around her for a split second.

Atokirina smirks as she finally gets out of his arms and legs, running her hands through her messy curly hair. "Come back here baby" Lo'ak groans as he grabs her by the hips, pulling her back into the hammock. "Baby!" She huffs out as she looks at him with a warning look in her eyes.

"I just want to snuggle with you" Lo'ak says with a slight pout, making him look 10 times more adorable.

"We will snuggle, after we get up and do what we need to do" She tells him while she grabs one of her feathers to put in her hair from the makeshift table.

"Promise?" He asks while he helps her put the feather within her curly hair.

"Promise" She assures smiling as she gives him a peck on the cheek then makes her way to the bow and arrow stands.

Lo'ak grumbles before getting up from the hammock, stretching in the process then walks over to his mate.

"Okay, nga yawne lu oer ma Lo'ak. I'll meet you here after the day is done" She says as she got on her tippy toes and gave him a sweet kiss. He returns the kiss then grabs her face in his hands "Nga yawne lu oer ma 'Kirina" He says before smacking her butt gently.

She gasps in surprise as she looks at him with wide eyes while she walks out of their hut. "Oh don't pretend you didn't like that baby girl" Lo'ak said teasingly with a wink before making his way to where Neteyam was waiting impatiently.

Oh she was so gonna get him back

Please Read: I promise to write more stories like Neteyam x reader, Lo'ak x reader and Jake x reader! I just wanted to introduce their lover's for I will be writing a variety of stories and series that's a mix of them x reader and them x their lovers!

[thatgurlsimin]

Hi .. hope you are doing well with beloved 🌹

iam motaz a nurse from Gaza .. married to fedaa a pediatrician .. father of 3 lovely children ..

writing to you these words with tearing eye and a heavy heart ..

‏. as it may be our last hope of survival !

it is not easy for me to ask for help from other but being a father of these lovely kids makes me very responsible for their safety and protection so i have to do any thing to keep them safe ..

we lost every thing because of this violent war !

Life here became unaffordale and unsafe for any human ..

please please help me carry my children to safety ..

i wish my words could explain even little abit of what i am carring in my heart

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[borathae]

i saw Your post about Your dream about Jimin and the European tour. and was like, European? You're from Europe?? and then i check out your account and personal info, and You're from Austria??! girl im from Poland and if You wouldn't mind my 19y/o's ass, i would love to be irl friends. the road is not much longer than going across my own country from east to west 😭

OMFG HELP not you wanting to travel all the way here pleasee the dedication 😭😭 but yes omfg I would love to be friends heheh <3 we're basically like Seokjin and Jungkook from how far we are apart agewise hahahah we could be just as crackhead-y as them <3 my beloveds <3

[jjungkooksthighs]

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god” with alpha!jk :(( pleasee uwu very sorry for asking so many times but OH MY FUCKING GOD jungkook and COC in all is by far the best fucking series i've read (NOT KIDDING!) and i wanna contribute while being h o r n y a f

Please don’t apologize for asking me about COC or any of my other works. EVER! I like it :) It makes me feel like my work is appreciated !

I love that you like alpha!kook enough to envision (or ask me to write out) a scenario with him!

He would definitely not be as clean in his language as you were, but I think that goes to show for the possessiveness that would take over in him if he were denied his mate.

Now, about your ask….

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So sorry to interrupt, Jungkook, but,” Namjoon doesn’t even glance away from the thick stack of aged papers in his hand while he closes the heavy oaken door behind him,” there are urgent matters I must speak with you about.”

Jungkook sighs whilst he absentmindedly turns through the worn pages of the tome of ancient laws you’d been reading to him earlier (he’d insisted that you do so under the pretense of learning them again, but really, he just wanted to hear your voice).

This had all started when you’d found yourself in the archive with a desire to read up on old edicts of the first lupine to shift from wolf to human.

You hadn’t been alone for long.

Your mate, unable to stay away from you, had cornered you against one of the old bookshelves that had groaned under his weight when he’d pushed you up against it and uttered sweet nothings into your ear.

It was a wonder the archive was still unsullied. You’d only just managed to curb his rather voracious appetite by allowing him to lay on the bearskin-covered floor with his head between your thighs whilst you’d played with his hair as you read the book you’d picked up just before his arrival.

He’d been all too eager to speak before your uninvited guest had come along. Now, he’s silent on a mouse.

The grey-haired wolf that had intruded lingers by the door and in the silence that has fallen over the room, Namjoon clears his throat in wait of an answer.

As Jungkook’s second-in-command, Namjoon was the one that brought any discrepancies, discourses or disputes to Jungkook in the event that your Pack Alpha was occupied.

And he had been quite occupied with his mate.

Namjoon coughs, but it is devoid of any real sickness.

Your alpha remains quiet and at this, you give Namjoon an apologetic shrug before you tap on your mate’s nose to say,” Alpha, we can continue this later. You have important business you have to deal with now. I can wait.”

Your mate vehemently shakes his head, his arms snaking around your thighs before he squeezes each, your breath hitching as he declares, “this is more important than anything else. You are more important to me than anything else.“

“Jungkook…” you let your hand fall so that you can cup his cheek, “you are so good to me.”

“As adorable as it is to hear how besotted you both are with each other, there really is something I must discuss with you, Pack Alpha,” Namjoon’s eyes finally stray from the papers, one eyebrow raising as he asks, “and why are you on the floor with the she-wolf?”

Jungkook throws a hand over his eyes and draws an exasperated breath. “Namjoon, has it occurred to you that maybe I wanted to spend some time with my beloved mate? It’s been hours since I last saw her.”

Namjoon cocks his head, “weren’t you just with her last night?”

It’s Jungkook’s turn to arch an eyebrow. “Do you refer to the brief hour I got with her after the hunt only to have had you accost me and bring me to the Great Hall along with a number of elders to discuss rations for the pack until dawn?” He clicks his tongue,” and now you interrupt me again when I have only had a couple hours with my mate?”

“I did not think-“

“An oversight that I’m sure you will not overlook again, Namjoon. Now, leave me. I will come find you within the hour.”

“But…this really must be discussed, Jungkook,” Namjoon grips the papers tighter when your Pack Alpha growls, the irritation scratching the back of his throat.

It’s all the warning that Namjoon needs.

The man has disappeared behind the door within seconds.

You giggle, and your alpha looks up at you with a question already on his tongue.

“What’s got you chuckling so cutely, omega?” One of his hands disentangles itself from around your leg and then his fingers are on your chin, your laugh trickling over him like water to cleanse the agitation away.

Your sight being suctioned as it is toward him, you cannot look away from him as you obediently answer,” it just was comical to me that your growl makes men tremble and run in fear, but for me, my first instinct is to let you between my legs.”

Your mate’s mood instantly shifts.

His eyes darken and that familiar smirk you love so much surfaces.

“I belong between your legs. And if a growl is all it takes to have you presenting yourself to me like this, I wonder what else I could make you do for me. Perhaps we can experiment right here, yeah?”

Heat floods your belly when he turns his head inward, his lips finding their place on your flesh.

When you feel the poke of his tongue, that’s when you squirm only to hear the heavy thud of the tome that he’d had propped along your knee.

Your mate only gives a self satisfied smirk when you curse.

“Jungkook? Omega Y/N? Everything okay?”

Namjoon calls from across the hall even behind the closed door.

Your mate rolls his eyes and teethes at your thigh.

When the door flings open to reveal a panting Namjoon, your mate, entirely uncaring of that, chooses that moment to suck your sensitive skin between his lips hard enough that you know there will be a red mark blossoming there when he’s done.

Namjoon doesn’t notice through the flurry of papers that fly around him in his clumsiness.

Your mate does not unlatch himself from you until Namjoon has collected every last one of them.

The Pack Alpha's voice is gruff when he warns, "If you interrupt me again, Namjoon, you might see something you do not wish to. And I will make no apologies for that."

[kitkatisacat]

I hope you see my words in a good health you and beloved ones .

i am Moataz from Gaza, married and have 3 children. We live under war and destruction. I lost my home and now we live in tents where the situation is very difficult. My children cannot bear the intense heat in addition to the spread of diseases and insects. I want to save the lives of my family and escape death. I hope you will help by donating and sharing my page.

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