#im sorry this is so long i love them too much

[mariasont]

EEEEK your post prison fic for spencer is fREAking me out!!! could you maybe do one where spencer is now teasing the reader a bit? maybe he's giving her extra praise and she freaks (what would i do if he called me a good girl? 😩) (this is very indulgent to my praise kink i'm so so sorry 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️) tytyty!! i adore love and cherish you and your work 💕

I Aim To Please - S.R

a/n: shewwwwww to be complimented by post prison spencer fucking reid. im drooling!!!! but anyway babes i adore & love YOU!!!! so thank u so so sooo much for requesting 💖💖

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pairings: spencer reid x shy!media-liaison!reader

warnings: spencer being hot, reader being shy girl, spencer being a little shit who loves to tease

wc: 1.5k

There were a few basic rules you had established from working at BAU. First, avoid Rossi at all costs until he’s had at least two cups of coffee. Second, never attempt to outwit Emily; she’ll see right through you and crush your argument every single time. And third—perhaps the most crucial—do everything in your power to maintain your freaking composure around Dr. Reid.

That last one, however, was proving to be a monumental challenge. It wasn’t just the way he spoke, his brain firing off at a speed only he could keep up with. It wasn’t even the way he seemed oblivious to how endearing those very quirks were. No, it was the fact that the simple act of him breathing in your direction had you scrambling to hold yourself together. And honestly you were failing miserably.

Which is why you spent most of your time holed up in your office. It wasn’t much���just a desk, a slightly uncomfortable chair, and a perpetually growing stack of case files that seemed determined to bury you. But it offered privacy, and that was enough. Here you could breathe, decompress, and occasionally allow yourself to daydream about a certain genius profiler without the risk of public humiliation.

The bullpen was proving to be too chaotic, too close to him. Your office gave you distance, a buffer. But, as you had come to learn, hiding only worked when he didn’t decide to seek you out. And Spencer Reid had a knack for finding you when you least expected it.

"Hey."

You jumped slightly, nearly fumbling the stack of press notes you’d been carefully organizing.

Turning toward the door, you found Spencer leaning casually against the frame, a file tucked under one arm and a distracted sort of smile on his face. His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, and—just like that—your brain completely short-circuited.

"Hi," you said, trying not to sound too startled. "Do you, um, need something?"

"Yeah." He further into the room, lifting the file in explanation. "I was looking at the local coverage of our case, and I noticed a couple discrepancies in the timeline published."

"Oh,” you said softly, quickly shuffling the press notes into a messy pile and pushing them to the side. "Well, um, sometimes reporters try to fill gaps when they don't the facts. It's... frustrating, but it happens."

You glanced up at him briefly, but that look of his made your cheeks warm. Your fingers twisted together in your lap as you tried to focus on anything other than how ridiculously self-conscious you suddenly felt.

"That makes sense. I figured you'd know."

Instead of lingering in the doorway or leaving like you assumed he would, Spencer, casually grabbed the chair across from your desk. He spun it around in one fluid motion and sat it backwards, draping his arms on the backrest with an ease that felt strangely familiar—like you had been friends or colleagues for years instead of just a few months.

"I'll reach out to them about fixing the timeline," you said, your hand instinctively moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You clasped your hands together to still them, offering a small, nervous smile. "It shouldn't be too hard to correct."

"Thanks," he said. "That'll probably save from giving another long-winded lecture on factual reporting."

You gave a quiet laugh, grateful for the distraction from your tasks, though you weren’t entirely sure how you felt about the company. Not that you didn’t enjoy his company—there was plenty to enjoy, more than you cared to admit. If you could manage to function like a normal human being around him, you might even look forward to moments like this.

But then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying you as if he were unraveling some kind of puzzle and for one terrifying second, you were convinced he could hear every single thought racing through your mind.

"So," he began, "how are you liking it here so far? The job, I mean. Is it what you expected?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Oh, um... yeah. It's been great so far. Busy, but... I like it."

"That's good," he said, nodding. "I know it’s not exactly the most predictable job. Some people don't expect it to be so... chaotic."

"Well," you said, fidgeting slightly with your pen. "I knew what I was signing up for. Or, at least I thought I did. It's a lot, but it's rewarding."

"That's a good attitude to have," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, you're doing a great job. I don't know how you manage to keep everything straight."

Your heart leaped, thudding in your chest as warmth flooded your face. You weren’t used to hearing compliments, especially from someone like him. You wanted to savor the moment, to bottle up the way his words made you feel, but your nerves refused to let you fully enjoy it.

"I'm just, um, organized I guess,” you stammered, your hand flying up to rub at the back of your neck.

"More than just organized," he replied easily, completely unaware of how his words were affecting you. "You've got half the team wrapped around your finger already. Even Rossi listen when you talk. That's impressive."

Your face burned. "I think that's more about respect for the job than me."

Spencer shrugged lightly, as he was watching you, like he didn't quite believe you. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just better at this than you give yourself credit for."

You let out a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as you fiddled with the corner of the paper in front of you.

"I don't... I don't know about that."

He tilted his head, again, his brow quirking. "Do you know how to take a compliment?"

"Of course I do." You were sure your voice lacked the conviction needed.

He smirked, leaning forward over the chair. "Doesn't seem like it."

You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat, tangled in the frantic web that was your thoughts around this infuriating man.

"Well, uh, you’ve only done it twice, so I don’t think that’s enough for you to judge."

His grin widened. "Oh? So you’re saying I should try again? For research purposes?"

Your eyes widened, and you blinked rapidly as if to process his words, your hands shooting up as if to physically block the implication. "I—uh—no, that's not what I meant.”

"No, no," he said, sitting up straighter and waiving off your flustered attempt to deflect. "I aim to please. If more compliments are what you’re after, I’ve got plenty.”

"Please, no."

"You're incredibly efficient. Seriously, I think you've managed to anticipate what the team needs before we even know we need it. And your ability to keep your cool under pressure? That's impressive. I mean, do you even get stressed? Because if you do, you hide it really well."

"Dr. Reid—," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands as if that could somehow shield you from the onslaught of praise.

"And," he continued, clearly now enjoying himself. "You're probably the most patient person, I've ever met. Which is something, considering you work with people who constantly interrupt and derail your perfectly planned press briefings."

Your stomach flipped, and you felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment pooling in your chest. As much as you wanted to sink to the floor, the way he looked at you sent every nerve in your body spiraling. Each word felt like it was tailored to you, peeling back the very thin veneer of control you’d desperately tried to maintain over the massive crush you found yourself drowning in.

Your head dropped to the desk with a soft thunk, muffling your groan. "Okay, okay, I get it."

He leaned forward just slightly, resting his chin on his arms atop the chair. "Now what do you say?"

"Thank you."

He smirked widened. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide the nervous smile tugging at your lips. "You didn't have to go on and on..."

"Oh, but I did." He was still grinning. "You deserved it."

You risked a glance back at him, losing your cool by the second. That only made your face heat up more. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you haven't kicked me out of your office."

"That's only because I didn’t think it would work."

"Well," he said, turning towards the door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't mind the compliments."

You opened your mouth to protest but no words came out. Instead, you watched helplessly as he shot you one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.

When the door finally clicked shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath and drop your head back onto the desk.

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[plumipal]

Daughter of evil Vil

Once again a completely self indulgent post, sorry for the delay got a 40° fever and fell like 3 times during the making of this BUT IM FINE NOW! These yans really are out to kill me after all I've put em though lmfao

So imagine, somewhere after chap 5 where vil and you have gotten to know eachother way better since the VDC. You're all and up thinking about the music you loved back from your own home, wishing you just could hear it once again. You basically had everything memorised, but it's not just the same!!

So, taking the matter into your own hands, you contact vil about wanting to stage a musical and if he perhaps wanted to be the "main villian" (aka both the main character and your favorite character). Vil, for once, isn't upset about being the main villain, on the contrary he's ecstatic! He can barely keep his mask up as he tells you that he would LOVE more than ANYTHING to be Riliane...

You're quick to thank him and hug him, him of course savoring every second of it. You're quick to get to work to writing the script/lyrics from memory along with sewing vils dress for him (it's like several dates over at ramshackle for him because he gets to be in such close vicinity with you alone.

The play is an absolute success, vil gives his absolute ALL, just for you, and ONLY for you. He doesn't cate who else is seeing the damn musical, all he cares about at this point is your gave on him and your approval.

He feels your gaze on him for the entirety, too blissful about being the center of your attention to even hold up his social persona incase anyone is filming after the musical. He just can't function correctly when you look at him, when you smile at him, when you do anything really. He's smitten, down bad, in love and everything inbetween.

Ace and Deuce can't stand how Vil is blatantly flirting with you, resulting in them trying to drag you away after the show (only to be stopped by vil, he has charmed you during this performance, and of course he shows in that he has a gift for you back at his dorm.

The gift being smothering you in his love and kisses, almost some sort of cuteness aggression as he can't stop himself. The blood sweat an tears you put into this and how you chose him to be the main character almost moved him to tears after all, you had to be rewarded <3

Not long after the musical, people had sent their gossip photos around to several accounts on magicam as to get some juicy drama our of the megastar. But, at this point, vil is too smitten with you to even care about his social status anymore. He doesn't care about magicam or being better than niege liek he used to. He only cares about you and your approval.

Still a short post, but I hope you all enjoy! I love love LOVE the musical, and recommend yall give it a litsen! The evillious chronicles on YouTube, especially the newer one (Karen aka the girl who plays riliane is just so much more vil coded imo). Anyway hope yall enjoy :P

Link to the song in question:

[gyubakeries]

❆ 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 : 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐬! ❆ | 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐮 - 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <���

❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 9: pre-christmas dinner | k.mg

a/n: hi!! welcome to day 9 <333 be prepared to see some chef!mingyu haha :P i also must thank kyii and sousy for brainstorming with me for this fic, and a few others as well. love u guys <3

p.s. it definitely takes much more time to pull off an entire roast chicken, but for the sake of the fic, the process is relatively faster and mingyu is like, the masterchef or something. also im writing this the evening before a major exam and im just as cooked as the first chicken lol.

word count: 1.2k contents: mingyu x gn!reader , established relationship , ceo!mingyu , cooking , theyre gonna roast a chicken for funsies , good chef!mingyu , clumsy helper!reader , fluff , christmas fun , one (1) chicken was ..... cooked too well in this fic , im sorry chicken (or not...) , read to find out why <3

"baby! i'm home!" mingyu calls out, and that's all it takes for you to come out to the living room, only to be met by the sight of your giant of a boyfriend dragging in huge bags.

"you said you were going to buy some ice-cream," you raise an eyebrow at mingyu. "so, either you bought an entire year's worth of cookies 'n cream, or you bought stuff that we didn't need."

"you know how i get at grocery stores, especially the large, gourmet ones," mingyu pouts. "everything looks so good."

"this is exactly why you need to let me buy groceries," you sigh, grabbing one of the bags and starting to empty the contents. "your bank account won't thrive for long."

"please, we both know i have more than enough money to live comfortably," mingyu sasses. you turn away from the pantry, where you were putting away the organic pasta mingyu had bought, to face your boyfriend.

he looks absolutely adorable like this; beanie nearly slipping over his eyes, large figure bundled up in a sweater and crouching in front of the fridge, stuffing two boxes of something in the freezer.

in moments like these, it's almost impossible to imagine mingyu as the CEO of a high-tech company. trying to visualize him in the crisp suits he wears to work feels like a distant dream, especially when at home, he's just the embodiment of a golden retriever, always so soft and loving.

"yeah, i know mr. ceo," you snicker when he plops down on the floor, complaining of a backache because of crouching at a weird angle. "you don't have to flex your money."

"i'm not flexing," mingyu defends himself with wide eyes. "just saying; we could totally quit our jobs and travel the world, and we'd still have enough money to buy your dream house in the countryside of france."

"we'll see about that," you laugh. just as you finish putting all the groceries away, your stomach starts rumbling. "what's for dinner?"

"roast chicken," mingyu hums, and you notice him flitting around the kitchen, gathering spices, sauces, herbs, and lots of other things.

"you're kidding," you deadpan. "you're gonna roast a chicken?"

"yes!" mingyu grins at you, patting a box placed on the counter. "mr. chicken is here. i'm just going to let him marinade for a while before we roast."

"you're insane," you gape at how professional he looks, washing an entire chicken, patting it dry, mixing together a quick marinade, covering the chicken in it and setting it aside in a matter of thirty minutes.

"again, why aren't you a full-time chef?" you ask him. you're both munching on some snacks while he waits for the oven to finish pre-heating and the chicken to rest in the marinade.

"because i only want my baby to eat my cooking," mingyu answers, stealing some of your chips.

"you've literally cooked for all our friends."

"okay, my baby and our friends."

"and what about our future children? won't you cook for them?" you tease, and as usual, mingyu whines.

"y/n, you know what i meant," he sulks. "i didn't want to turn something i love doing into a profession that i may end up hating."

"well, i'm lucky to have experienced your amazing cooking skills," you remark, and mingyu rolls his eyes affectionately. "if you're trying to sweet talk me into giving you the last slice of cheesecake in the fridge, it's not gonna work."

"aw man," you frown, and mingyu presses a kiss to your cheek as compensation. as if on cue, the oven's timer dings, and mingyu springs into action. he takes the chicken out of the fridge, and you watch in awe as he preps a baking tray, places the chicken in it, and puts it in the oven.

he finally finishes fiddling with the settings of the oven and comes over to you, expression serious.

"babe, i have an online meeting right now. the chicken's gonna be in for an hour. can you keep an eye out for when the oven timer rings? i should be done by then, but if i'm not, just carefully take it out of the oven and set it on the counter, okay?"

"got it, chef," you mock salute, and he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "stay alert okay? you do remember what happened last time with the cake, right?" mingyu teases.

"i got distracted by the show! it could happen to anyone," you cross your arms.

"i know, but i don't want a repeat of that," mingyu chuckles. "cleaning burnt cake wasn't exactly fun."

"i promise, gyu, i'll be extra attentive this time," you assure him, and he heads into the study for his online meeting.

to no one's surprise, you completely miss the timer.

your best friend had called you fifteen minutes after the chicken had started cooking, and what was supposed to be a five minute call regarding what dress your friend should wear to her boyfriend's office party, turned into more than an hour of gossiping about your respective office colleagues.

you only notice something is wrong when you smell something burning, and it hits you then.

the chicken.

apparently, mingyu too had smelled the burning, because he's already grabbing the tray out of the oven and placing it on the counter.

the chicken is burnt, and there's no way of salvaging it.

"min, i'm sorry-" you gasp, mortified by your mistake. "i swear i was trying to-"

"it's okay," mingyu shakes his head, setting the tray down in the sink, leaving the disaster of a roast chicken to cool before he attempts to scrape it off the tray. "i kinda thought this may happen, so i got reinforcements."

you watch with furrowed eyebrows as mingyu walks over to the fridge and pulls out another box, revealing yet another whole chicken.

the entire situation seems absurd, and all you can say is, "were they twins??"

mingyu bursts into laughter, and so do you. it's hilarious seeing his six foot-something figure double over as he nearly falls to the ground because of how hard he's laughing.

"babe, you're so silly," he wheezes, trying to catch his breath. "i just got a backup chicken, in case something went wrong with the first one."

"and you didn't bother to check if they were from the same family?" you gasp in mock offense.

"my bad," he raises his arms in surrender. "in my defense, the burnt one kinda looked like this one's cheating ex, which is why it has to go in the trash."

"hm, i'll allow it then," you nod, face serious, as if you both weren't making up ridiculous stories about chickens of all things.

"anyways, now, all you have to do is sit back, while i cook this one," mingyu instructs you.

"it was a mistake," you pout, crossing your arms and leaning against the kitchen counter. mingyu crosses over to you and pecks your lips. "i know it was baby, and it's okay. you can help me with the marinade this time, okay?"

(the way your eyes lit up in joy makes mingyu feel like he'd be okay with any food burning, as long as it gets you this happy to help him redo it.

god, he'd buy you all the chickens in the world, just to see you like this.)

- fin.

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[heliswife]

hiii, I have a request!!

could you maybe write a silly seungkwan fic like where seungkwan just wont stop nagging ab things/habbits reader does but in a loving way kinda?? idk if that makes sense but I can see him lowkey doing that so yeah!! thank you so much already if you do this😝💘

im so sorry this took so long to finish! I was pretty busy with a lot of stuff and forgot about this... I decided to do one of the habits I have, so I hope you enjoy!

"Why do you always do that?" Seungkwan asks you one day.

"Do what?" You respond with another question, though you're well aware of what your boyfriend is talking about. You bite your nails way too much, especially when you're stressed.

"I can see you biting your nails right now, y/n, don't play with me." Seungkwan grabs your hands and pulls them away from your mouth. "You need to find a way to break this habit, it's unhealthy."

"Kwannie..." You pout. Though your charm usually works on Seungkwan, this time was an exception. "I don't know how to stop it though!"

"You can occupy your mouth with something else?" Both you and him are silent until he realizes the connotation his words have, "No, I mean like, chew gum or something! Get your head out of the gutter!"

"My bad," You laugh at his annoyed face, "Do you have any gum then?"

Seungkwan fishes his bag for a stick of gum, which he hands to you. "Wait, before you chew, I have another way that could help?"

"What is it?"

Seungkwan unexpectedly kisses you, and you gasp against his lips. "You could always kiss me if you don't want to bite your nails," He mutters against your mouth, and you hum in agreement.

"Won't bite my nails again, Kwannie," You tell him, and he kisses you again, but this time, it's in an "I'm proud of you" way.

[encantoisawesome]

thank you guys

good morning/afternoon/evening everyone

oh man, i remember starting this blog back in 2022, just posting random screenshots i got from the encanto movie and reblogging awesome posts i saw, next thing i know im meeting all sorts of people from around the world who share the same love for this movie as i do, people who helped me develop my oc elisa and supported my art and story telling, people who gave me requests for encanto screenshots which i loved to do. hell, people who actually wanted to talk to me

who WANTED to talk to me

i honestly cannot express the appreciation and pure joy i have for all of you. to have talked to you. the only thing i can say is thank you. thank you so much. to all of you

truly

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unfortunately its come to the part where i have to tell you guys that i will no longer be running this blog. its not for any particular reason, its just... i dunno, it just feels like its time for me to go, that ive overstayed my welcome and its time to leave the blog (to clarify, no one did anything or said anything to make me feel this way. in all honesty, ive never had a negative experience in this blog at all, you guys are flipping awesome). ive always had problems with feelings like this, and i did push them away for a pretty long while but this time, its just too overwhelming, i'm sorry and i hope you guys understand

i guess this is a goodbye post for this blog

i might post here again some day, i dunno. i wont be deactivating this blog though, no way in hell

well, thats all. the only thing i can do now is to thank you all once again for your support towards me and the blog itself. thank you

this is burny from encantoisawesome, and i hope you guys enjoy the encanto movie as much as i do

encanto is truly awesome

[on-a-lucky-tide]

A soldier yearns for home as a pining pilot watches on.

cw: hints of a shitty ex, soldiers away for Christmas.

Nik hadn’t questioned the guitar that John had loaded onto the Black Hawk. He had transported more unusual things into the heart of eastern Europe, and would do so in the future at John's behest, no doubt. That hadn't stopped him inspecting it while John had been busy briefing the 141 and an attaché of mercenaries Laswell had sent to support.

The case was solid black plastic, chipped and dented, and littered with band stickers. Some had faded to white completely, while others had peeled in places. His eyes lingered over a few bands he'd never heard of - The Fratellis, The Wombats, The… Pigeon Detectives - and some he did. John had a rather broad musical palette.

The instrument itself was well loved too, with a chip out of the main body and more faded stickers across the back and front. The varnish had worn off the fretboard, but the strings were relatively fresh; Nik ran the pads of his fingers over them and they hummed out a warm note. The musical echo of John's smile, Nik thought fondly. He clipped the case closed and grabbed a ratchet strap from a shelf to keep it secure.

They made camp in an abandoned building in the suburbs outside Timișoara. Nik could think of worse places to spend Christmas than the City of Roses, but everyone else's spirits were low. It was Christmas Eve and every soldier huddled in that little building was yearning for hearth and home. Nik had spent so long without one that he had learned to find solace where he could, and if that was enjoying the philharmonic opera and a glass of Țuică in a beautiful Romanian city after the mission, then so be it.

As he walked the floors, he heard Gaz talking softly on his phone, Soap and Ghost too, with muted Scottish voices coming through from the otherside. The lieutenant had lost so much and the sergeant had taken to including him in his own family. One day they would make it official. Nik had already picked out his suit for the occasion.

The team had a limited amount of downtime before all boots hit the ground and they went dark, and every single one had searched out their loved ones in whatever way they could. Nik hadn't realised his own heart had done the same until he ended up outside John's door.

It was ajar and Nik could hear him moving around. He was about to knock when he caught sight of John sitting down in front of a laptop, and his hand hovered in midair. A hazy picture appeared on the screen, flickering once as John adjusted the antennae.

“C'n y’ear me, Carol?”

“Yeah, John. C'n ‘ear ya, la.”

“‘Ow ya keepin’?”

“Fine, it's… I wish y’were ‘ere. I'm… it's hard. Bizzies were round lookin’ fer ‘im, he's gone an' been a prick again.”

“I know, ‘m sorry, be home soon–ahh, there she is!”

Nik leaned in and saw a new face appear on the screen. Kimmy. She was a combination of John and his sister, without a single trade of her father, as far as Nik could tell; erratic brown hair that had fought a comb to the death, broad nose and distinguished forehead, and those blue eyes were clearly a Price birthright, because they gazed owlishly from the screen as she worked out who her mother was talking to and then squealed with delight.

“Uncle John! You commin’ fer scran? Ma go’ pigs in blankets from down The Asda an’.. an’ that spotted dick wi’ custard, an’ an’...”

John chuckled. “Naw, love. Gotta sort out some bad men, then ‘ll be ‘ome, but ‘m gonna miss dinner.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, love, ‘m sorry. Ma got the clobber ya asked fer though.”

“Yeah…”

She didn't look convinced and Nik's heart ached for her.

“Bu’ listen, figured we could still do ar sing along at least. You ready?”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Eh, yeah! Wait, wait…”

She left the screen, returning moments later with what looked like an Action Man doll in a carrier vest, and plopped herself back down on her mother's lap.

“Ready!”

John tweaked the strings and played a few trial notes to test the tuning, before he opened up into the introduction. Nik had never heard him play before. Not in all the years they had known each other, and it felt strangely intimate now, John's full bicep sloped over the body of the guitar as he strummed through the chords, agile fingers moving across the frets. Nik wished he could see from the front. Imagined it so clearly in his mind’s eye.

And then John started singing and Nik had to place a hand on the wall to steady himself.

“I wanna thank the storm that brought the snow, and thanks to the string of lights that make it glow, but I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.” His voice was rich, the auditory companion to the dark amber of the whiskey in his office, gravelly and a little rough from so many years smoking strong cigars, but he carried a note perfectly, even if he was keeping the volume low. Nik felt his heart trying to beat out of his chest, a little breathless as he drank in every word.

Despite the subtle crackle of the poor laptop speakers, Carol’s voice carried just as well, low and silky, as John played through her verse, his smile visible even at the sides through the perk of his round cheeks. “It barely took a breath to realise, we're gonna be a classic for all time. I wanna thank you, baby. You make it feel like Christmas.”

When they fell in together, Nik realised this wasn't a one-off. They harmonised perfectly, practised, John dropping his lower baritone to allow Carol's voice to carry over the top, and Kimmy’s delighted squeak made Nik grin so broadly his face hurt. “Sweet gingerbread made with molasses, my heart skipped and I reacted, can't believe that this is happenin’, like a present sent from God, sleigh bells singin’ Hallelujah, stars are shinin’ on us too, I wanna thank you, baby… you make it feel like Christmas.”

John leaned back, dipping his shoulders, chuckling as he played through another bar, before he carried the next verse with Carol humming and echoing beneath. “Thought I was done for, thought that love had died, but you came along, I swear you saved my life, and I wanna thank you, baby, ‘cause you make it feel like Christmas.”

It was as Carol squeezed Kimmy and pressed a kiss into her hair, the Action Man dancing across the screen in Kimmy's small hands, that Nik realised John was singing to his niece. Not some abstract lover provided by the song, but the little girl that beamed at him like he was a superhero, held by the sister he had raised himself. John had no wife, no children, but he did have a family. A family that loved him, missed him, looked at him like he hung the stars.

Nik dropped his eyes for a moment, but he couldn't look away for long. It was like staring into a bonfire in a snowstorm; the warmth on his skin warding off the bitter cold, but the intensity of the light hurting his eyes. He wanted it so ardently that his entire body ached.

“I never thought I'd find a love like this, but I found forever in that very first kiss, I wanna thank you, baby, you make it feel like Christmas.” Carol finished the lyrics and they harmonised through the last few bars as she kissed her daughter’s rosy cheeks, bouncing her on her lap as she giggled.

John struck the final note and rested his palm over the strings to bring their warm hum to an end.

“Ahh, ‘gain! Again!’

John chuckled, a sound even warmer than the one made by his guitar. “Naw, sweet’eart. S’time fer bed, or Santa ain't gonna visit."

“Yer Santa,” Kimmy said tartly. “An’ y’ain’ ‘ere.”

“Olrigh', smartarse, but if I ‘ave t’ get a flight back over ‘specially t’ rob yer presents back, I will.”

“You wouldn't."

He said nothing, but Nik could picture the raised eyebrow, the stern set of his eyes and lips. Kimmy pouted and slid from her mother's lap, looking mischievous and reluctant, but complying because she knew there was no room for negotiation. Before she disappeared, she leaned in and the camera caught the top of her head as she kissed the screen.

“Love ya, Uncle John. See soon.”

“Sleep tight, ya little beast.”

She scurried away and Carol looked back at her brother, her eyes, just as blue as his, brimmed with anxiety. “You come back safe, y’ear? Safe. No heroics, ya get the job done, ya get yer arse t’ my dinner table before New Years.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She kissed her fingers and they covered the camera briefly. “Love you, big brother.”

She took one final look at him and then the camera went black. He stared at the screen and then let out a long, rattling sigh, his face falling to his palm. Nik’s heart caught in his throat and he was frozen between leaving John to his sadness or offering comfort and revealing he'd been hovering there the whole time, invading his privacy.

He didn't need to worry for long. John's phone rang and he snatched it from the nearby table, sliding his guitar behind him to hang down his back. “Price,” he said, a stern bark. Back to business; John tidied away into the recesses of his heart, Captain Price assuming his place. John listened intently, hand on his hip. “Copy. ETA?” Another pause. “Fuck, that's too soon, we’re… yeah, Rog, we’ll be ready. We’ve got Nik with us.”

Nik smiled, stepping back. He had barely retreated four paces down the hall before his phone buzzed in his back pocket. It was John: “need you, 5 mins”.

Nik ducked into a nearby room to wait out the time. If he appeared too quickly, John would know he had been lingering nearby. He had no right to have invaded that private moment, and John deserved to believe it had been all his. A quiet moment to himself before the clusterfuck to come.

As Nik waited in the dark for the minutes to tick by, he added two new people to his silent, unwavering commitment to John Price. Nikolai would personally return John to Carol and Kimmy, their hero, safe and sound. They would sing together at Carol’s dinner table by New Years, Nik would make sure of it.

Nik left the room and knocked on John's door. When he entered, he was greeted by a lopsided smirk as John looked up from checking his M1911. “Time to get evil, Comrade.”

Nik grinned back. “It would be my pleasure.”

[wabatle]

HELLO YUKI HIIII HELLO!!!!! i... 𝓱𝓮𝓱... saw that requests were open and wanted to request satan finding out his s/o is allergic to cats ? i adore cats with all my heart i am simply Allergic. THANK YOUUUUUUUU ILY EPICSAUCE MUTUAL >0<

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Allergic...?

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Warnings: is it obvious i am not allergic to anything, none

𓆩⚝𓆪 — Contains: gn!reader, fluff, ~0.3k wc

𓆩⚝𓆪 — A/N: the heh kills me everytime i read this im going to explode! thank you for the request my beloved mutual!!

You and Satan were taking a stroll around town after visiting one of the nearby shops. You have quite a bit of stuff, but not as much as you would had you gone out with Asmodeus.

“That was… eventful.” He said.

“Yeah, you got a lot of books.” You commented.

“And?”

“Hey, I’m not judging. I think it’s cute,”

“I’m going to ignore the last part.”

“Hey!”

Just then a cat came out of a bush, and rubbed its face on both Satan and your legs.

“Ah.” He immediately dropped to the ground to pet it.

“Who’s this?” You asked.

“This is Edgar.” He scratched the cat’s ear. “I don’t see him that often-”

You cut him off with a sneeze.

He ignored it and continued. “...That often since he’s usually preoccupied with something-”

You sneezed again.

“Something else.”

You sniffled, rubbing your nose and itching your eyes.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked.

“Um, yeah. Well, technically, no. But I’m fine.” “Real convincing,” He rolled his eyes. “What’s going on?”

“Okay, you’re gonna be really disappointed and possibly sad.”

He raised an eyebrow. “...And?”

“I, unfortunately, am allergic to cats.” He stared at you, wide-eyed for a second before composing himself. “That’s so sad.”

“I love cats, I really do, but I can’t be around them for too long or else I have a reaction.” “That’s even more sad. I’m sorry you have to go through that, ___.”

“Eh, it’s not too bad.” “Well, shall we get going? I’m hoping to read some of these books before I go to bed.” He stood back up.

“Sure.” You smiled, itching your nose.“If you want, we can read together. One of the books I picked out is-” Yet another sneeze.

𓆩⚝𓆪 — thank you for reading!

𓆩⚝𓆪 — taglist (ask 2 be added): none atm...

𓆩⚝𓆪 — obey me masterlist

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

Hiii! Can I get the 18th of the list with Billy Knight? NSFW. One where as they're at it, Billy disassociates for a second and it's because he's thinking about how he hasn't had an episode ever since he has been with her and he's thinking about having a baby. She noticed and when she asked him what was wrong, he was reluctant to say it but did it, and they both started trying. (Breeding kink at its finest)

Billy!! My love. Of course. im sorry this too so long.

Prompt 18: "looks like you're going on the naughty list"

YOU MAKE ME HAPPY

Pairings: Billy Knight! x fem! Summary: ^^^ Warnings: mentions of smut. (p in v) babies, breeding kink

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the squeak of bed frame underneath you echo in the room as Billy's small grunts and whimpers fill your ears.

one hand by your head to lift him up, although he's still practically laying on top of you, all his weight pressing on your frame underneath him as he rocks in and out of you.

he's usually a gentle lover. but sometimes he could get worked up in the moment of pleasure, him feeling so good that he would pick up the pace, not that you complained.

but with his neck stuffed in your neck as he thrusted, your soft moans in his ear makes him feel so comfortable against you, which gets him thinking

with your eyes closed, you whined at the slowing of his movemets, coming to a stop

you frowned and opened your eyes, finding him deep in thought above you as he leaned up, making you confused

"a-are you ok? I didn't feel you cum, baby, are you alright?" you asked him softly, leaning up on your elbows

he looked at you, a slight frown on his face as he blushed.

"I can go top if you can't do anymore"

he shook his head "no- It's fine"

"What's on your mind then, honey?" you reached out a hand, grazing your fingers against his knee, tracing delicate shapes to his skin as you waited for his response

"Well I-" he stops for a second, not knowing if he should tell you, but the way you look laying down, naked, makes him want to picture you with a perfect little baby bump attached to your belly, oh how you'd look so beautiful carrying his child, it's a major step, he knows, but all he wants i a little baby to hold that looked like the perfect mix of him and you.

a cute little button nose with big eyes. you'd be an amzing mother, and he's sure he'd make a fine dad.

and he guesses it's just the holidays that's gotten him in this family feeling, seeing all these matching pj sets for a family,

he never got to have that, not with his family, but he's noticed that he's been doing it with you, so why not make the full set and bring a baby to the mix, right?

you've already done so much for him, right in this moment he's realised that when he met you, he hasn't had a single episode, if you don't count the one where he met you-

he was crying, curled in a ball, harsly rubbing and scratching at his face, leaning against a wall of a store.

in any other circumstances, you would have thought it was just someone on drugs and stayed clear of them, but the blood shining from the street light made you concerned. so you approached him. after some yelling on his end, you ended up helping him. and he's never had another one since.

he's 2 years free of all that terror after getting some help from you, and how how he loves you for it.

"I want to... I think I want a- baby" he stammered, scared of your reaction

"a baby?" you tilted your head, eyes widened at his words in surprise

"I just- I love you. so much, and you make me happy. you're the only person I want to spend my life with so why not? just imaine a little us running around" he blushed, fidgeting. he'll never not be fidgety, but you don't mind

you cleared your throat "I mean- shouldn't we be married first?"

"We can get married" he nods his head vigorously

"Bil- honey.." you sigh, deep in thought

"why not? I know I want to marry you, so why not start our family. so what if we're a little early, a lot of people have kids before marraige" he shrugged

he looked so vulnerable in this moment, so cute and happy, his big eyes full of hope as he looks at you excitedly

a few strands of his hair fall to his face and you catch it, tucking it behind his ear as he shuffles forward, laying above you, propped up his knee and hand he's placed by your right side, going face to face with you

"I guess you're right...I wouldn't rather spend my life with anyone else. but- I mean, are you sure?" you asked him, trying to come up with a bad idea not to have a baby, but none come to mind.

"only if you want to" he mumbled, his thumb grazing your bare side, sending shivers over your body

"I don't see why we can't try" you smile up at him, seeing the joy light up in his eyes

"you make me so happy" he beams, leaving soft kisses over your cheeks.

"you make me happy too, honey" you stroke his cheek, planting a kiss to his soft lips "so happy"

"so you wanna try?" he said happily

you nod "lets try for a baby"

he leaves a trail of kisses down your jaw and neck, sucking on you soft skin of your breasts, he leaned up and rolled off the condom, throwing it in the bin by your nightstand before positioning himself

"a-are you sure?" he made sure you wanted this after he positioned to your aching core.

"I'm sure, Billy" you nodded

he mumbled a quick 'okay' before pushing into you

his thrusts are slow, trying to pick up where he left off as he stares at your belly, picturing a baby bump so cute it almost makes him melt, but instead it gives him the confidence he needs, picking up his pace as he placing a hand to your inner thigh, giving it a good squeeze, knowing you want this too makes him feel so happy

your moans and whines encourage him just enough for him to start speaking

he's never been the best at dirty talk, he's always been too awkward, not knowing what to say. you've never told him that though, mostly because you find it cute, but because he's just too precious to upset.

and you know that he'll think of it as you think he's not good enough as pleasing you, when that certainly isn't true

so when he whimpers in your ear, the perfect sound of a gutterual grunt and a high-pitched moan, the soft words of "so beautiful, you'd look even prettier carrying my baby" you grew a little surpirsed.

it wasn't anything special, but nothing he's said before

you snaked your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hips as you grinded yours with his thrusts

"is that what you want? f'me to fill you up so good you'll have my babies inside you? you want that?" he grunted.

you panted, nodding your head as your eyes closed shut, the feeling of him hitting all the right places sending a wave of pleasure through the course of your body.

you moaned his name with a stutter as you felt him go deeper, his thrusts growing harder and faster- probably more than he's ever gone without you having to ask

you roll your eyes back, liking the way he's finally found a little confidence in himself.

he reaches his hand out, rubbing over your thigh and up to your tummy, pressing a little weight on it "you want a baby in here, don't you? that's right, let me hear how bad you want it"

you hold the back of his head, gripping on his hair, not enough to caue pain because you couldn't bring yourself to do that.

you squeaked as he placed a trail of wet kisses along the length of your neck, licking and sucking harshly, leaving the prettiest of marks on you

"I- I want it.. please.. Billy oh. please!" you cried out, the squelching sounds of him almost poundin into you filled your ears as the bed creaking under your weight ringing i the room

"Thats right. beg for it. beg for my kids, Baby. just like that" he breathed into your neck, his hand going up to cup your breast, giving it a delicious squeeze before grunting in your ear

when you don't respond he tuts

"looks like you're going on the naughty list, Honey, i said beg for it"

"please! Billy. I-I'm sorry. I want your kids.. g- give me all- of- them!" you whined out, feeling the rugged and harsh pumps of his hard sock slamming into you, completely blinded by his pleasure and want to start a family

"that's it, keep begging for me to fill you up" he grunts

"Billy- I- I'm gonna- fill me up, please! I'm gonna-"

"cum for me, Honey.. I'm so close" he mumbled

his thrusts become sloppy and desperate as you feel the knot tighten in your stomach and you let a delicious orgasm wash over you

Billy can feel his own climax on the edge as you moan his name so nicely. Making his cock twitch in pleasure as he slows his movements, focusing on the feeling of your slick folds swallowing his dick whole.

"'M gonna fill you up, that what you want?" He asked

You whine, feeling your aching pussy become overstimulated as he keeps thrusting into you

"Gonna fill you up, honey. I'm so close. I'm gonna cum for you, honey.. you're so good f'me, gonna have to tell Santa to put you on the nice list"

You pant out a giggle and hear his groans and whines get closer together and more aspirated, signiling that he's close

All he does is need to picture you eith a pregnant belly, knowing it's his baby inside you to push him over the edge. Moaning your name as you feel his hot seed fill your inner walls white

You hum at the sensation, not having felt him raw inside you before.

He pants as he pulls out of you, flopping by your side as he catches your breath

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I was a but rough. I'm sorry" he swallowed thickly, showing his sensitive and compassionate side once again, the man you love showing himself

You rolled into your side and brushed a strand of hair out of his face

"It didnt hurt, honey, I liked it..." you smiled, watching him look at you softly, he turned to face you, snaking an arm around your waist

He snuggled into you. Mumbling sweet nothings

"I love you"

You yawn "I love you more, baby.."

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[viktorrights]

hello!! right off the bat i just want to say i absolutely ADORE coming home and im not even done reading it, you have absolutely no idea how much it means to me already. ive been very emotional throughout LMAO

BUT im not here to talk about my thoughts (just know i think youre absolutely phenomenal and im so thankful youre sharing this story with us)

what i wanted to ask is! do you have any specific song/s that you think fit chapter 9 the best? ive been really loving your song choices for the chapters and before even reading them i always check for your song choice to read throughout them

i know you shared your playlist, but i just NEED to know the specifics, otherwise i might go crazy

edit?: i just checked the notes for the remaining chapters and you also dont have any specific ones written out so could you also share those if thats not a problem??

SO sorry if this is a stupid question or if this ask is jarringly incoherent its literally 2am i have work in the morning and i was literally about to read chapter 9 but i just dont think i can do it without your specific music choice LMAO

ANYWAYS if you do see this i hope you are having an amazing day/night/anytime and i hope you know how much this story means to us readers, thank you SO much <33

you are so kind thank you so so much both of you ! including this ask above in the mix too because they're both playlist related.

i'm fully aware my playlist is so like. emo lesbian pilled because that just happens to be the music I listen to (wonder why), but I also fully believe in my heart of hearts that they are very sufjanpilled.

your ask last night made me kind of do some reflecting on the whole playlist by the way? because I've been meaning to structure it more chronologically for a really long time. so I have - and I've added some new songs. I'm going to map it out here for you :)

so here's the playlist mapped by chapter

(stars mean for the flashback, there's a couple I've kept from adding that remind me of 13 that I'll add once the chapter's posted)

an added ramble because i'm annoying -

i have a lil poetry background and just love music and lyrics so much. heat lightning might seem an odd choice for chapter 9 - but in thinking about it - since its from viktor's pov - I didn't want something traditionally overtly romantic. i wanted something very heady and serious and cosmic that references a sort of surrender of self.

i also love recommendations

[cyb3rozexer]

This is such a stupid and weird thought that has suddenly been sprung upon me but I NEED TO GET IT OUT.

LIFE SERIES!

So i’ve been thinking too much about the ideas of scar being trapped in secret life. And following his tweets about fixing up the shack roof for the snow and adding a fireplace wouldn’t stop the brain gears.

What if each life series winner is soul bound to their winning series.

Grian can’t help but find scar and care for him no matter what scar does to him in every series because his soul is stuck in 3rd life. He is stuck in the life in which he is devoted to scar and was his trusted ally. (i love them)

Scott and pearl were both together throughout both last and double life. Last having scott develop his trustworthy-ness and willingness to sacrifice himself for others that carries through. Double life making pearl realise she can trust others and find long lasting friendships due to scott’s sacrifice. They’re now allies again but with even more people in wild life because they’re still bound to their prior worlds.

Martyn’s need to be sneaky and on the hunt for others because in limited life there was a desperation to extend the timer that is your life at all times. But decidedly taking it easy during wild life because ren was the only person not there both secret life and limited life where it felt like your life was constantly on the line, so it provides a sense of security and ease ? Maybe even feeling like TIME HAS STOPPED?? (nudge wink i love them)

(there might be some inaccuracies with those 3 because i haven’t watched their povs for a lot of the series im sorry)

AND THEN

Scar dying in wild life dying alone without any of his allies around.

Why?

Because in secret life no matter how hard he tried for allies and friendships the secret keepers wouldn’t allow it leaving him stuck in secret life all alone.

AND SO NOW AFTER DYING IN WILD LIFE HE GOES BACK TO SECRET LIFE. ALONE. WITH THE GHOST OF THE WORLD THAT REMAINS LEAVING HIM TO WANDER ENDLESSLY FOREVER.

and then cleo is just always real i love them. Very fitting.

[predictions-of-the-past]

RP:

PRIVATE(?) TRANSMISSION

NSD: the spiderbots back!! i sent it over to you, i think that the pearl you asked me to attach got overwritten with a new message; its colour was a bit off.

PotP: Alright, thank you so much. I see the spider approaching me, I'll get back to you soon! I think I might need a bit more of your assistance. If you don't mind, that is!

NSD: oh, sure! can i ask who this seven golden glories even is? i didnt think you talked to others that much. at least, youd never mentioned it before.

PotP: Ah, he's... He's someone whose goals and ideologies align pretty closely with mine. He's in a situation similar to the one I was in before you decided to help me out. Thanks again for that, by the way. As for how I know, him? Well, I'm not too sure actually! Either I had some odd vision, or he'd somehow sent out a broadcast that only I picked up on! It doesn't really matter.

NSD: i see! very interesting. unsurprising that you'd want to help him out then. especially if similar motivations are involved!

PotP: Yes... I've actually been considering getting involved in communications with others. Mostly because I think that there's been a lot of drama happening that I've been left completely unaware of! I know that there was that broadcast from that new senior of Local Group 16, remember? I'm sure that whatever happened with that was interesting.

NSD: you and your drama. id rather not bother myself with all that, but do whatever you want. youre lucky i fixed your communications systems when i was repairing you. but of course i did, how else would we talk!

PotP: Right, right. And you say that I'm the one too interested in something. You and your mechanics.

NSD: hey! :/

PotP: I jest, I jest! You know I wouldn't be so close with you if it weren't for your mechanics proficiency~

NSD: okay now thats going too far, how dare you. i have many redeeming qualities, ill have you know! much more than you do, surely!

PotP: I've been offended! Oh no! What shall I do now‽ With this mortal wound within my very ego, I shall rot away, pondering and angsting over all of the comebacks I could have used within this argument, withering away into obscurity...

NSD: alright, alright, alright! please dont wither away! i cant bring you back from that! not that ill let you in the first place :3

PotP: Turning slowly into dust, I shed one first and final tear, surpassing the limitations of my form... I ebb away back into death...

PotP: Oh, the spiderbot's here! You're right, the message was overwritten.

NSD: oooh, whats on it?

PotP: You could have read it yourself, you know.

NSD: why would i do that! thats an invasion!

PotP: But asking me outright isn't?

NSD: nope! :D

PotP: Alright...

PotP: How many rarefaction cells are you able to construct using your current resources?

NSD: oh, thats- hmm, about four! i was going to build them and send them over to you at some point. i know you dont really need the power, but its always more reassuring to have the full amount. why?

PotP: You remember how I mentioned that he's in a similar situation to how I was? Except less... explosions. Either way, he needs some rarefaction cells. Could you possibly construct some and send then over to him?

NSD: i see... yep! can do! all four?

PotP: No... three. And I'm sorry to officially exclude you from this, but I'll be saying that they're all from me. Which they technically are, so I'm not really lying, am I?

NSD: this is another one of your big chess games, isnt it? didnt you say that you two were on the same side...

PotP: We are! It's just more entertaining this way~

NSD: okay then... send over the spiderbot with the new pearl, ill get started on the rarefaction cells! just dont get yourself in too much trouble, alright?

PotP: Of course, who do you take me for! And thank you once again for your help.

NSD: only happy to help! you always end up with the most insane of plans, its kinda fun to watch. as well as the fact that i care for you and all that!

PotP: Right... Still, thank you. Good luck and be careful with the rarefaction cells, I know how difficult and potentially dangerous it is to construct them.

NSD: i will! good luck with your little chess game c:

PotP: Thank you.

[turtleblogatlast]

Things I make for myself when insomnia kicks in

Just a chart about what I wanna change up and keep consistent in my art - I mainly wanna draw Raph with a tail because he deserves one, it fits too well. Donnie gets a long tail too because I didn’t realize how dino-like he looks until I gave him one, and now it’s a must for me haha.

[gomacave]

5p yuuram bloood twww

[sieglinde-freud]

let it be known that i love prince inigo with my whole soul. however sometimes it is SO much fun to think about owain and his two most loyal-est knights you ever seen: worst guy in the world #1 and worst guy in the world #2. i love retainer inigo and severa so much. retainers who bully you and make fun of you and trash on you but they’d leave behind everyone and everything they ever knew to follow you and protect you in a whole new universe. they love you so much that they’d swear allegiance to total strangers but that loyalty pales in comparison to what they’d do for you. and they were all lovers!!!!!!!

[myokk]

[coolnonsenseworld]

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