#it’s a term of endearment for me dear anon

[superbattrash]

You gotta stop calling yourself old.

Nah 🥳

[5sospenguinqueen]

Talk About A Celebration | Franco Colapinto x Reader

Summary: Fans are endeared by your relationship with Franco. Although, it doesn’t take long to discover that his announcement to F1 had more exciting results for the long-term couple

Warnings: Fluff. Pregnancy. Suggesitve comments. Had to adjust the timeline slightly to make this work 

Requested: Yes by anon

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AUG 2024

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williamsracing franco colapinto to race for the reminder of the 2024 season, alongside alex albon

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its_yn if anyone can hear screaming, yes, that is me

user1 i cannot wait for everyone to finally understand how great yn is 

→ user2 i can. i fear we need to gatekeep franco and yn

francolapinto thank you so much for this opportunity 

→ its_yn don’t pretend to be calm. you’re going to meet THE lewis hamilton. i know you’re freaking out inside

→ user3 who is this and why is she all over the post 

→ user4 oh dear. we have to deal with the f1 girlies not knowing who yn is 

alex_albon welcome to the team! 

user5 where have williams been hiding him?! 

user6 oh, well hello there

officialmpmotorsport they’re your problem now

→ user7 what does this mean?

→ its_yn rude 

user8 i was upset when i heard logan was being replaced but i think i might be able to forgive this

lilymhe @/its_yn i cannot wait to have another williams girl to gossip with 

→ its_yn i can’t wait to have a conversation with someone that isn’t about tyres

→ francolapinto you said you loved my tyre talk :(

user9 quick update for those who don’t follow f2. yn is franco’s girlfriend. has been since they were 15. no, she’s not a gold digger. no, she’s not with him because he’s an f1 driver. and the biggest no, he will not date you because he is down bad for his girl

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its_yn my baby is finally an f1 driver! i’m so proud of you, franco. this is everything you’ve dreamed of 🩵

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francolapinto i love you so much cariño

francolapinto i can’t wait to celebrate with you later ;) 

→ williamsracing we’re going to have to media train you, aren’t we?

→ user10 no! don’t take him away from us 

user11 not her posting the most boyfriend coded pics of him

dennis_hauger i’m just so glad it means i escape having pics of me taken whilst i nap

→ its_yn oh, hun. i will literally see you in monza

→ dennis_hauger crap

user12 i acc can’t wait to watch yn terrorise the f1 grid like she did the f2 grid 

→ its_yn i didn’t terrorise anyone. i was making friends

olliebearman i thought i was getting rid of you! why are you following me

→ francolapinto don’t be like that. i know you missed me

→ user13 i’ve seen enough. get this man a seat for 2025

alex_albon i’m not sure i want you in the garage anymore. it sounds like you terrorise teammates

→ lilymhe i’m so excited! 

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SEP 2024

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williamsracing scored his first ever points in formula 1, in only his second race. ladies and gentleman, franco colapinto

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user1 okay but the way he kissed yn and spun her around after he come out of parc ferme

user2 franco has been serving this weekend. both with boyfriend material and points

→ user3 yes! the way he’s had a hand on yn all weekend? we love a protective boyfriend 

its_yn what an amazing day for our williams boys! 

→ lilymhe my ears are still ringing from your screams

→ its_yn don’t act like you weren’t jumping up and down with me

→ francolapinto you were jumping?! you promised to rest

user4 i had my doubts but this little flirt has blown me away

user5 i’ve seen enough. franco colapinto for wdc 2025 liked by its_yn

alex_albon i’m still deeply hurt that you won’t come out and celebrate with us

→ francolapinto yes, but yn won’t be drinking tonight so we wouldn’t be much fun

→ its_yn oh yeah, blame me. i’m the fun sucker 

→ user6 i bet she’ll be sucking something tonight liked by francolapinto

user7 franco is so unhinged and i love him for it

user8 i can’t believe franco isn’t able to celebrate his points because his gf said so 

→ user9 actually, i don’t think she’s very well and franco is taking care of her, like a caring boyfriend does

→ user10 yeah apparently she was throwing up before the race 

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JAN 2025

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its_yn baby colapinto coming to a paddock near you in may 2025 

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user1 she is so iconic haha 

user2 omg she’s pregnant?! i just died 

user3 literal mother

williamsracing congratulations, you two! putting in a request for baby headphones right now

user4 every time these two post, i’m reminded of how chronically single i am

→ user5 because imagine falling in love at 15 and then being with that one person for life 

→ user6 poor girl has never had another dick

→ francolapinto and she never will! 

lilymhe this post has been up for two minutes and i’ve already bought 5 baby things

→ alex_albon she’s not joking

→ user7 alex and lily taking uncle/aunt role seriously 

user8 wait, if she’s due in may, that means she’s currently 5 months pregnant

→ user8 which means she got pregnant in august. what happened in august? colapinto’s f1 seat was announced! 

→ user9 aha it’s a celebration baby 

→ its_yn @/francolapinto i told you they’d figure it out. they put it together when kevin got pole 

user10 omg! franco is gonna be a dilf 

→ francolapinto @/its_yn pay up

→ its_yn you’re not hot enough to be a dilf

→ francolapinto that’s not what you said when i was getting you pregnant 

→ williamsracing you know, now that you’re with us for the 2025 season, we’re going to have to media train you

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francolapinto not long now 

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alex_albon can’t believe it’s a boy. poor yn has to deal with two of you 

→ francolapinto if it isn’t broken, no need to fix it 

officialmpmotorsport what do you mean williams get to enjoy baby colapinto and we don’t? give him back! 

user1 the kiss with the blue background? cinematic masterpiece

→ its_yn thank you. i’ve been training him since he was 15. he’s still a work in progress though

→ francolapinto oi! 

user2 yn gives off such boy mom vibes

→ its_yn that’s because i’ve been trying to talk franco out of danger for years 

williamsracing cake? you’re supposed to be staying in shape! 

→ francolapinto i’ve been doing a lot of cardio 

→ user3 yeah, we all know what that means, sir

its_yn i’m still mad at you for scooping your cake out faster than i did

→ francolapinto i’m sorry! i got too excited and i moved as soon as you said go

→ user4 oh bless him. his super fast reaction time got him into trouble

→ its_yn his lack of super fast reaction time is what got me pregnant 

→ williamsracing we saw that! media training for you too

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its_yn matias william colapinto

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alex_albon oh wow. are you sure that baby is half franco? he’s too cute 

→ its_yn well, i did all the work

user5 did franco pick his middle name?

→ its_yn yes -_-

→ williamsracing we approve

→ francolapinto come on, they are the reason we have the baby

user6 milf yn! 

→ its_yn finally! 

lewishamilton congratulations mum and dad. he’s adorable

→ its_yn @/francolapinto i heard you scream from the other side of the house

→ user7 i love how he’s been on the grid for months now and become a father but still hasn’t gotten over his awe for lewis 

user8 i sense a franco colapinto maiden win coming this year with his new lucky charm

→ user9 and with it another baby haha

→ its_yn no, thank you

→ francolapinto yes, please

user10 franco about to make his own f1 grid liked by francolapinto

→ its_yn franco! stop liking all these posts about more babies! 

→ francolapinto can we practice at least? 

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[sgiandubh]

Heughan’s voice is as smooth as his whisky. His latest venture is his multi-award-winning whisky and gin, ‘The Sassenach’, the Gaelic word for ‘outsider’. He feels he is an outsider to the industry, but the idea behind the name seems to have emerged from his mother, who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment. “The name is very special to me,” he tells me.

Perhaps the video he recorded at Everest Base Camp was for his mother ?She's on IG too and we know Sam loves her so much and sometimes doesn't call her Mum but Chrissie. Cait is not a Sassenach because she's Irish. Sam calling her the Original Sassenach it's because of her character, Claire and he recently stated Caitriona is nothing like Claire (SheKnows interview). Either way it's not a big deal so don't blame me. It's just a thought and cute anyway .

Dear Sassenach Anon,

Let me count the ways. Quoting from memory first we had ' She [C] is the original Sassenach' (at one of the seasons' premieres in London, where he brought a bottle and waxed lyrical to the press over it). Then, we had 'Sassenach means foreigner in Scots Gaelic and it's a term of endearment of Jamie Fraser, the character I am playing in OL, for his wife' (numerous times for various media outlets). Then, 'I am the Sassenach, I always felt as an outsider, but also Jamie Fraser's term of endearment for his wife, Claire' (ditto). And then 'the name emerged from his mother who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment.'

The Arbuturian is a well regarded online magazine, founded in 2009 and based in London. It looks and reads to me as The New Yorker's slightly more plebeian, younger cousin of sorts - check their masthead mascot...

... and remember (ROFLMAO) The New Yorker's Eustace Tilley, its illustrious inspiration:

By the way, Eustace Tilley, one of my favorite dandies, was itself inspired by an engraving of the French count Alfred d'Orsay, by a certain... James Fraser, sometime around 1830. I kid you not and yes, totally Clan Fraser, born near Inverness:

Can't make this shite up, even if you wanted, huh?

Anyways, back to your question and this little media outlet that could. Its targeted audience is, according to Wikipedia:

In sociological lingo, AB means an educated mid-to high level management audience, with a hefty disposable income to boot (usually more than 1 million £/year net revenue). All it takes is a short stroll through their Lifestyle pages: according to them, among this year's most sought after Xmas gifts gimmicks are a Turnbull & Asser silk pocket square (£75) for him or a £200 voucher for Fairmont Windsor Park’s Ultimate Diamond Facial, for her.

This interview's one and only raison d'être was to sound appealing to this particular dinkie (double income, no kids) Generation X audience, especially as far as his booze was concerned. For he was on booze promo mode here and he obviously twisted a bit whatever (I repeat: whatever) his real motivation behind the brand name might have been to the least controversial possible version. It's hard to question or throw shite at this mum version, let alone at a version involving a heroic single parent as Chrissie H, let alone at Christmas time. This allowed him, at the same time, to elegantly keep his personal life away and separate between business and private: something he should have been doing since the very start. But S is a sentimental man and a people pleaser - we all know that, don't we?

It was important for S to be featured in this London online magazine, read by the same people he was once serving drinks to, at parties. It's all about aspirations, social climbing and being a part of that crowd. Finally!

And you, darling, are a troll, despite your protesting. I nevertheless hope this answered your very transparently targeted question, in the spirit of Christmas. Otherwise, it would have landed in the bin, where it probably belongs.

PS: Caitriona is Caitriona, probably nothing like Claire, indeed and thank God! Being 'like Claire Fraser' was certainly not what prompted the coup de foudre - I daresay, quite the contrary. Sorry, darling, to pop your bubble, but this is not exactly how the real world works.

Later edit: if the entire Everest trek was something 'just for himself', then the recorded video was also 'just for himself'. The reason he posted it on Instagram was to probably childishly rejoice/brag he finally made it and damn the consequences. Use a bit of logic.

[littlemissclandestine]

Can you make soft Vladimir makarov? Please?

Hello my dear Anon!

Of course I can 😊 - thank you so much for the ask! Wasn't sure whether you wanted MWIII or OG MW Makarov so I just went with MWIII. I'm also only comfortable writing for a female reader so hope that's okay. I hope these are to your standards and make you happy, honey. Enjoy! <3

Soft!Vladimir Makarov x Reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, suggestive, MDNI, 18+ only

🖤 Soft!Mak who, initially, seems like a cold, distant man who isn't capable of loving anyone, only interested in his work but who has a soft spot for women like you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gently tilts your head up to meet his eyes, his calloused thumb on your chin, stroking it as he whispers lowly how precious you are, his lips curving into a smile as his eyes dart from your left eye to your right and back

🖤 Soft!Mak who uses terms of endearment in Russian regularly such as любимый (beloved), Дорогая (dear), Любимая (darling), Котёнок (kitten), and ангел (angel) - especially loves calling you 'my beloved' or my angel'

[i most definitely have got these wrong as i don't know Russian so someone please correct me if need be!]

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves running his hands up and down your sides as you stand in front of him while he's sat down, looking up at you

🖤 Soft!Mak who gives you that knowing smirk when you wear skirts or tight dresses and just has to compliment your shape and how stunning you look, not being able to keep his hands off you

🖤 Soft!Mak who tends to get possessive when any of his bodyguards or anybody at all looks at you in a way only he's allowed to -> (He may also beat their faces to a pulp, the skin on his knuckles broken, his crisp white shirt now stained with their blood, his face too. As you try and pull him away, he'll spit on them and curse at them. Yes he definitely gets jealous...)

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your hands in his, holding them together, cocooning them, giving you reassurance everything will work out and he'll be back soon

🖤 Soft!Mak who kisses your forehead tenderly, closing his eyes, his hands on either side of your head before he ruffles your hair when he leaves, cracking a joke to lighten the mood when he sees you crying or saying he'll treat you to something special when he gets back

🖤 Soft!Mak who shows you how much he appreciates you for sticking by him through thick and thin, knowing the questionable things he does daily and putting that aside because you love him

🖤 Soft!Mak who sometimes takes his stress and anger out on you but would never lay a hand on you like that because how could he?

🖤 Soft!Mak who instead, prefers some time apart but only a little. You walk into the main room in your hotel or the living room in your house in the morning, finding it filled with hundreds of bouquets of flowers and your favourite chocolates and a card addressed to you, a handwritten letter detailing how much you mean to him and that he'll be back to talk things through. -> (Timing is everything with this man)

🖤 Soft!Mak who constantly wants to provide for you, spoiling you with the money he brings in, not hesitating to buy bespoke, elegant, matching jewellery for you to wear in his presence

🖤 Soft!Mak who will use as many burner phones as he needs to to call you, telling you how much he missed your voice, holding the phone away for a moment when he starts choking on tears, looking up and blinking quickly to get rid of the tears, clearing his throat and resuming the call, his voice seemingly normal

🖤 Soft!Mak who would rather keep his business with the outside world hidden from you as best he can because really you're his world, the only world he wants to be in, the only one he really wants to focus on. 'The less you know the better' kind of thing because he has to protect his woman

🖤 Soft!Mak who will, however, give you basic firearms training in his private shooting range. Just the two of you. Him standing behind you, hips pressing into yours, his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear and neck, a hand squeezing your hips as the other arm adjusts your stance and giving you a kiss on your neck when you hit your targets

🖤 Soft!Mak who will bury his face into the junction between your neck and shoulder, inhaling your scent and leaving a hickey as he wraps his arms around your lower body, hugging you from behind as you both look at the view from the balcony

🖤 Soft!Mak who doesn't mind PDA, but nothing too extreme, reminding you and everyone watching who you belong to, not thinking it's a sign of weakness but instead strength

🖤 Soft!Mak who has no guilt when it comes to the bloodshed he causes, but feels incredibly guilty when he leaves you for just one moment

🖤 Soft!Mak who needs to feel you on him all the time and touching you whenever he gets a chance to, the expression in the eyes of this trained killer turning into one of pure love and admiration

🖤 Soft!Mak who will pull you down by your wrist, causing you to fall into his lap so he can kiss you softly, his fingers digging into your hips and back, tongue intertwining with yours as you both fight for dominance

🖤 Soft!Mak whose ability to compartmentalise and keep emotions out of things is at serious risk when you came into his life because you're all that's on his mind

🖤 Soft!Mak who treats you like the rarest, most valuable thing in the entire universe, doing everything with the utmost care when it comes to you

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves you for you, admiring your strength, and treats you how a man should, his actions exemplary (even though he is often away but he makes up for it)

🖤 Soft!Mak who loves your vulnerability too, reminding you that you're both a team and to work through things together

🖤 Soft!Mak who never makes you feel like a burden on his shoulders

🖤 Soft!Mak who notices how you tend not to bother him when he's preoccupied, his gloved hands on his hips as he's talking to someone, his head tilting to the side and noticing you hunched over, immediately walking up to you because he feels bad for not spending as much time as he wants to with. Him kneeling down in front of you, removing his gloves, his hands caressing your cheeks as he asks what's on your mind with a warm expression on his face

🖤 Soft!Mak who takes your soft hands to his lips in the middle of a conversation, kissing them while maintaining eye contact with you, listening to you fully

🖤 Soft!Mak who interlocks your fingers with his in the backseat of an SUV and has an arm around you or his hand on your thigh, your head on his shoulder when you're on the run and need to relocate, being driven by a chauffeur to the next place you call home

🖤 Soft!Mak who always wonders what he did to deserve you

🖤 Soft!Mak who is full of surprises, showing you his experience in every field ;)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is big on consent, only engaging in anything sexual if you're in the mood, taking his time, talking you through it, guiding you through it, getting rougher later if you're comfortable with it

🖤 Soft!Mak who chuckles when he hears you moan or scream his name, whispering things in Russian directly into your ear that turn you on even more...

"Hehe you like that my love?...Fuck you're killing me kitten nghh look at you, so beautiful, so...sexy."

🖤 Soft!Mak who, in a mad rush, fuelled by the adrenaline and cortisol running through his veins and the fact he might not make it back before a mission, where he has a standoff with TF141, asks that million dollar question in a hotel, not his ideal proposal location but anyways he slips that ring onto your finger, lips meeting yours harshly with desire, as tears stain his cheek, saying he loves you repeatedly, cupping your cheeks as your foreheads touch and he pulls you into a quick tight hug

🖤 Soft!Mak who, when the opposition are closing in on his location, will grab your hand tightly, running through corridors on high alert, a pistol in the other as he shouts commands to his soldiers, glass breaking, bullets flying as he shields you from it all

🖤 Soft!Mak who directs you out of the area first as your safety is priority, you bring him more joy than anything in the world, the only thing he truly needs and if he lost you knowing he had a part to play, he'd never be the same again -> (would probably make his reign of terror worse, wanting to brutally torture or kill the rest of our tf141 lads in cold blood as he looks for someone else to blame even though deep down he knows some of it lies with him - I LIVE FOR ANGST. Can you tell?)

🖤 Soft!Mak who remembers your talks together in bed and how you wouldn't want him to lash out in grief and be impulsive like that or seek so called 'revenge' in the first place even though you knew what you were getting into when you began dating him

🖤 Soft!Mak who starts to question whether his cause is worth it because of the danger he's putting you in, trying to push those thoughts aside because he's THE Vladimir Makarov, the ultranationalist, the terrorist, the man whose authority and work should not be questioned by any being or they'd face the consequences...-> (the internal conflict mwahaha! *rubs hands together*)

🖤 Soft!Mak who is 110% loyal to you and you only

🖤 Soft!Mak who thinks twice about everything now that he has you

dividers by @saradika-graphics <33

Next time, don't be shy anon - YOLO. Please know this is a safe space, my love. 🙃 (Also lowkey almost fell for him a second time writing these. First time was OG!Makarov, however. Yeesh...dear God, please not again. NEVER AGAIN bdjcdjsksk) -Star ☆

[wheeboo]

12:10am | jeon wonwoo

SYNOPSIS. in which wonwoo comforts you during a horror movie. PAIRING. jeon wonwoo x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, comfort, established relationship WARNINGS. terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, babe), kissing WORD COUNT: 952

requested by anon: can you write about s/o watching horror movie with wonwoo ;)) like she loves watching horror movie but is a lil scared lol thank youu <3

notes: i do recommend the movie mentioned in the drabble! it's a taiwanese horror film and it actually got me good and i love horror movies too lmao

"Okay, how about this one?" Wonwoo scrolls on Netflix before landing on a horror movie called Incantation, and as the preview plays you find yourself a bit engrossed for a moment, eyes widening to a scene on the screen.

"Oh my gosh, is it... It's one of those found footage films." You mutter out lowly.

Wonwoo lifts a brow. "So a no?"

"No, it's okay. It's just..." You lean in a bit to the screen to get a better look, brows scrunching together to the eerie-looking woman displayed on the cover with her hands fixed in a strange formation. "I know people who've watched this, and they said it was really scary. Like actually."

Wonwoo just chuckles lightly and spreads out the blanket so that it covered over both of your bodies. He snakes an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, and you immediately feel the comfort of his warmth molding with yours. The two of you have watched quite a lot of horror movies together, but it's very rare to see you a bit terrified before the movie even started.

"Hmm, you know I'm here to protect you, love," Wonwoo assures, a hint of tease in his voice as he reaches a finger to push some hair behind your ears.

You roll your eyes playfully. Normally you're good at handling horror films and don't need the protection of your own boyfriend𑁋well, only sometimes like before going to bed since you're terrified of having nightmares𑁋and can carry yourself pretty well for the most part. But upon knowing what other people have said about the movie, maybe cuddling up to Wonwoo isn't the worst idea in the world. It never is, anyway.

Smiling faintly, you lean into his embrace and hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your side.

"If I, uh... scream, I'm sorry," You tell him somewhat embarrassingly, letting your arms wrap him as if you're holding onto him for dear life.

Wonwoo's laughter rumbles against your ear in response to your confession. He holds you a little closer, and you feel the tips of his fingers meet some exposed skin to your waist where your shirt had ridden up slightly.

"Well, if you scream, it must mean you're pretty immersed in the movie, right?" he asks tauntingly.

You lightly nudge his side with your elbow and lean back slightly, playfully giving him a mock glare. "You better prepare yourself then."

All he does is press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "I'm always prepared, sweetheart."

As the movie begins, you find yourself getting drawn into its uncanny storyline. The found footage style adds an unsettling realism that sends shivers down your spine, and you can't help the urge of wanting to hide your face away in the sheets.

Throughout the movie, Wonwoo doesn't ever let go; if anything, he manages to hold you even closer as if he was a bit scared himself𑁋you'll definitely tease him about that later. The suspenseful scenes play with your nerves, yet his presence calms your racing heart. You find yourself alternating between gripping onto his shirt during the tense moments and leaning into his warmth during the quieter scenes.

During a particularly intense jumpscare, you can't help but cling to him tightly, your fingers clutching onto the fabric of his shirt, and you swear you even feel him jump as well. Wonwoo responds by holding you even closer, his fingers gently rubbing soothing circles on your back. Then when the scene dissipates, you loosen your fingers.

"Doing okay?" he asks quietly.

You lift your head up to look at him. "Yeah," Then you reach over to straighten his glasses. "Thank you."

With your heart feeling a little lighter, you settle back into his embrace. The plot continues to thicken and weave together, the anticipation building up once more as the end came closer with everything coming full circle. The tense atmosphere of the film no longer holds the same grip on you as before, and you find yourself commenting more about what was happening in the movie with Wonwoo right next to you listening carefully.

When the credits start to roll, you exchange a knowing look with Wonwoo.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he asks as you separate yourself from him to stretch your limbs.

"In the beginning, maybe a bit." Then you shoot a smirk in his direction. "But you got scared at some points, right?"

Wonwoo raises an eyebrow at your teasing tone, but a sheepish smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Scared? Me? I don't think so."

"Oh really? So those subtle jumps and grips on my shirt were just... for dramatic effect?"

Wonwoo clears his throat, trying to maintain his composed façade. "Exactly. I was just trying to add more to the horror experience for you."

"Ah, of course," You reply mockingly. "How thoughtful of you to sacrifice your bravery for my enjoyment."

He playfully rolls his eyes, unable to hide his amusement any longer. "Okay, fine, I admit it. There were a couple of moments that got to me."

You grin cheekily. "A couple of moments, huh? So you were scared after all?"

Wonwoo huffs a breath and wraps his arms around you once more. "I was just... momentarily surprised."

"Pfft, 'momentarily surprised', whatever you say, babe," You quip jokingly as you lean your head back on his chest.

His chest vibrates with a chuckle as he holds you back in his arms where you rightfully belong. "Alright, you win this round."

This makes you nuzzle your face in his neck, smiling against his skin as you place a few pecks to the skin there. He tilts his head slightly to give you better access, his laughter turning into a soft sigh of contentment.

"Good," is all you mutter.

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[got-ticket-to-ride]

do you know of any other moments of john and paul calling each babe/baby or any other terms of endearment? i know of the I’ll Follow the Sun outtake (you can really hear the love they had for each other here!) , "My Dear One", that one anecdote of john asking for drinks and calling him baby... are there any other ones?

Thanks for the very interesting question, anon.

I'll just compile all the ones I know of here as well :

1.) Can You Take Me Back Take 1

John: Are you happy here honey?

Paul: I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back? I ain't happy here my honey, can you take me back?

2.) Till there was you - John echoing the romantic lyrics Paul was singing in Hamburg

3.) I'll follow the sun: John: I’m playing, baby! Don’t stop me now.

4.) This is one of my favorites, no baby-calling but SOFTEST John:

John: Alright Paul, come along now. *kiss sound* Come on... (rather softly)

5.) John: Uh, I need another drink baby.

6.) John singing during the late 1970s: My cheri (my darling) my Paul, Paul in french accent

7.) Paul calling John babe before singing "Here Today" at a concert in 2009 "are you listening babe?"

8.) During John's 75th birthday Paul said : We miss you, baby. I miss you.

I feel the last 3 are particularly important to note, because John despite their "break up" in 1969 continues to address Paul in an endearing manner. Old Paul is still calling John baby/babe. Old habits die hard. I strongly feel like this is how they actually called each other privately.

That's all I know as of this moment. Feel free to add more in the comments.

[red-velvet-0w0]

INTRO POST

post status: free

Im your favorite silly little ocean obsessed transfem enby lesbian who lives in your phone

My names are Erin/Eris/Red and She/They preferred, but you can call me anything so long as it is NOT he/him (on the same note, if you call me man/dude/bro/guy I will flood your house)

Im a minor (17 years old), and am enby/trans, poly, and a Massive Lesbian, and also probably demiromantic? idk about that last one im still trying to figure that out

im definitely neurodivergent but im not entirely sure what all I have going on up in here (definitely undiagnosed ADHD, probably a lot of other things too)

American/Californian

If you're a terf, a homophobe, or a pedophile: go away please okay? Otherwise pretty much anybody is welcome here so long as you arent hurting anybody

silly DNIs: Dante Alighieri, Jean-Paul Sartre, Albert Camus, Wacław Franciszek Sierpiński (they know what they did)

Im pro-palestine

Im an artist, animator, and a game designer (i have a youtube and an itch.io page but neither of them have much on them) (im uh. not quite as good at finishing projects as i am at starting them)

my 2 alt accounts are @red-gamedev-0w0 and my vent blog (only for frends eyes) (dm if you want the link)

my DMs, asks, and anons are always open if you wanna be silly, and honestly it really makes my day when i get a message. boundaries and norms for talking to me are at the very bottom

VERY ANTI AI. includes character ai and all that shit. i will block you

I am very very very normal about the ocean dont question why #erins ocean posting is one of my most used tags.

The fandoms im in are: Lazarillo de Tormes, Tiger Tiger, Roblox Pressure (Sebastian Solace), Aurora Webcomic, The Killers, Tom Cardy, The Mechanisms, Life Series, Hermitcraft, Parkour Civ, Mineraft, Marble Hornets, Terraria, Hollow Knight, Celeste, Hades, Camp Here And There, Murder Drones, The Art of Murder, The Magnus Podcasts, Epic the Musical, Hello From the Hallowoods, Witherburn After School News, Dont Hug Me Im Scared, The Locked Tomb, Hatchetfield, Centaurworld, Amphibia, Epithet Erased, Kid Vampire, and Bigtop Burger (+ a few more but those are the ones you'll see the most of) (Red means highly likely to post about it, purple means very unlikely to post about it often)

Tags I use (in case you want to block them):

#erins cryptic ramblings (generic tag)

#erins ocean posting (for ocean related posts)

#erin answers asks (self explanitory)

#erins tumblr ad saga (my compilation of all the worst ads this hellsite has to offer)

#explodes of lesbian (when i am being overly horny for women. feel free to block if you dont want to see that)

#erins personal shit (talking about my life and all that. often sad. mostly because my life is often sad)

BOUNDERIES, NORMS, AND RULES OF THUMB FOR TALKING TO ME:

No horny/vaguely sexual messages unless 1) we are friends, 2) you are under 18, and 3) you have asked me directly in the past whether i am comfortable with that sort of thing or are otherwise aware that i am comfortable with you talking to me like that

Avoid using male terms as much as possible (ie. guy, dude, man, bro), and id prefer avoiding gendered terms as much as possible, but when you have the choice female terms are prefered (ie. girl). i may refer to myself using male gendered terms from time to time but that does not give you permision to

Do not EVER use the r-slur on me.

Do not EVER say "KYS" or anything of that nature to me, even as a joke

If you send me hate mail of any kind i will either just delete it or if ill just mock you. nothing you can say will ever be as hateful as the stuff my brain says to me on a daily basis so dont bother

If i say i dont want to talk about something, i dont want to talk about it.

Nicknames and terms of endearment (ie. dear, love, bestie) are fine from friends, so long as you have cleared with me that I am fine with you calling me that

I have a tendancy to be VERY flirty with some of my friends, but just know that i almost certainly mean it entirely platonicaly, unless i specificaly tell you i mean it in a different way. Even something like "i want to make out with you" can be platonic coming from me, so in general dont assume im flirting with you (likewise if you ARE actualy flirting with me be warned that I will not realize in the slightest and you will have to be very clear that you are actualy flirting because there is no other way i will ever know)

If i am saying something nice to you, it is genuine. period. i would never lie to you about something like that. if i tell you i care about you, its not out of pity or out of some strange malice. its because i care about you

you are ALWAYS welcome and encouraged to talk to me, especialy if you are feeling sad or at risk of hurting yourself. Even if we have barely talked, if you need somebody to talk to or rant to I am always here for you.

if you want to learn any more personal information about me, then too bad, you can suck my fat dick

And that’s about it!

Nice to meet you!

[seruadoric]

the perfect number .

incl . 6 (six)

content . requested by anon , romance , fluff , headcanons , gn!reader

general hcs

. as the leader of apeiron, SIX is a very busy man. therefore, you would need to be patient and understanding towards him if he has a meeting or simply needs time alone.

. before the two of you started dating, six would have to warn you about his responsibilities, the chances that he may not be able to spend as much time with you as a lover should.

. six, unlike his peers, prefers to stay in his room and enjoy the solitude. at times, six will need his alone time to recharge his energy, but that does not mean that he dislikes your presence; there is a noticeable favoritism towards you.

. very rarely, he will invite you to stay in his room with him. talking, enjoying the silence, anything. it is a loving gesture to him, to simply sit in your presence and have you by his side. dealing with many people and the island's matters must be an exhausting thing for him, but luckily you are there to support him - and he is forever grateful towards you for that.

. speaking of his room, it's littered with books. when you're visiting, expect to see six sat down reading a book in his lap.

. not every question has a perfect answer; to answer some questions one must be wise. that's exactly six--a wise figure that guides others out of darkness. similarly, he will be able to help you with any inquiry you must have, whether a simple maths question or a complex theory. it's a leader's obligation to help set people on the right path, so let him help you as well.

// 𖹭

. in terms of LOVE LANGUAGES; six believes that you should contribute to all five. he does not lack in any certain love language, and wants to make sure that you feel as loved as he does in the relationship.

. though, i don't believe that six is too public in your relationship. he strikes me as the one that is more private about his relationships, but he does not mind if you are flashy about it. he wouldn't indulge in public displays of affection, but if you wanted to he could wrap an arm around you or hold your hand while you're walking around the island or the suitcase.

. kisses and more intimate displays are reserved for private places. he could opt for a short peck on the lips in public spaces, but not much else - he's a busy man after all, he has a reputation to uphold.

. he rarely calls you by a nickname - rather, just your name. if you're lucky, or if you directly ask him, he'd call you by basic terms of endearments such as darling, dear, etc.

i love 6 sm, i was so happy someone requested for this !! i was actually about to write for him, but the request came in HAHA love 6 sosomuch 6 pls let me give you a bigfat kiss ... MIGHT add/change some things because i'm not as fond of this </3 ALSO . slight favoritism and laziness in my requests,, got over my writers block like just yesterday and decided to work on my fifty drafts on both accts teehee expect more posts !!

[the-kingshound]

I’m very sorry I love this story so much but Arthur calling everyone under him ‘dear’ felt… uncomfortable. Would it be possible for us to set their term of endearment or maybe get rid of it? I know that’s a lot to ask I’m sorry ;-;

I'm sorry it made you uncomfortable, anon. On one hand, I really want to work so that my readers can feel at ease while playing, on the other... that side of Arthur is part of their character, and I really can't see myself removing it.

Can you maybe tell me what specifically made you uncomfortable, and in what specific instances? Maybe I can work around that

[oceaneyesinla]

7 + Chuuya

Dear sweet anon, thank you for your submission, and thank you for allowing me to write for the love of my life! I hope you enjoy this fluffy stargazing with Chuuya <3

Part of my Fluff, Fluff and More Fluff Event - submissions still open!

Prompt 7: late night stargazing when they can't sleep

Chuuya x gn!Reader, nickname 'angel' used

Divider by @/adornedwithlight

Beneath a Starlit Sky

You should be asleep. It was already late when you arrived back to the safehouse, moon rising into the sky as you and Chuuya made yourselves at home in your temporary accommodations. Chuuya immediately took the role of checking the small cabin for any dangers (you can never be too careful in your line of work), and the way he gently shifted you behind him, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist, is still on your mind even now. You swear you can still feel the phantom warmth of his hands on your skin, even though there were his gloves and your clothes between you. Just the thought of his touch has your cheeks heating up, and you're almost glad of the distraction.

Because your confusing, not quite platonic feelings for your closest friend aren't the reason you're awake. What's stopping you from slipping into the slumber you desperately need is the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, and the lingering anxiety still running through your mind. Realistically, you knew the danger was minimal - Chuuya has proven time and again that he will keep you safe whatever the circumstances; there's a reason your trust in him runs so deep. It isn't your safety that concerns you. An attack out of nowhere separated you, and for a split second you thought Chuuya was seriously injured, or worse. Even thinking about it now, hours after the fact, chills you to the bone.

The uncertainty was short lived - Chuuya called out to you moments later, and you could breathe again. The memory, however, lingers in your mind, making you restless and uneasy. A glance out the window reveals cloudless, pitch black night, and you decide to try and ease your mind. You creep through the cabin, stopping for a moment to sweep your eyes over Chuuya's form, the tightness in your chest releasing with every breath you watch him take. He insisted on taking the couch, ever the gentleman, and the way he’s tucked himself in under the thick fluffy blanket is adorable.

There's a smile tugging at your lips as you let yourself out the front door, and the cool night air that greets you only serves to calm you further. It's peaceful out here - you're away from the city, and as much as you love Yokohama, it's a relief to be away from the lights and the noise and the expectations, just for a little while. The darkness envelops you like a blanket as you wander away from the cabin, towards the grassy slope you walked up to reach the place earlier. You settle on the grass there, lying back so you have an unobstructed view of the entire sky above you. The Milky Way trails through the sky, millions of pinpricks of light scattered across its dark canvas. It's infinite, and it's awe inspiring.

Distracted as you are by the sight above you, you don't notice another presence until the grass near your head rustles. You make to sit up in a rush, but a smooth, quiet voice relaxes you immediately.

“It's me, angel.” The term of endearment is unfamiliar, but by no means unwelcome. Chuuya drops something on top of you before lying down by your side, close enough that your hands could touch, if you shifted just a little.

He's brought you a blanket, and you can't stop the smile that grows as you drape it over you both, "I'm sorry; did I wake you?”

"Nah, couldn't sleep. Guessing you couldn't either?” Something brushes against your hand underneath the blanket, and you decide to match his actions with your own, linking your pinky fingers together. You can't bring yourself to look at him, but the little squeeze he gives your finger tells you everything you need to know.

"Yeah, same.” The silence that falls between you is comfortable, and the warmth of him next to you loosens your tongue, relaxing you into confessing just why sleep is evading you, "You scared me, you know?”

Chuuya doesn't speak, but you can feel his eyes watching your profile, patiently waiting for you to continue spilling your secrets. It's testament to the bond you share that the weight of his gaze is reassuring instead of overwhelming.

"That guy came out of nowhere, and you were just … gone. I …” Your voice trails off, and you pull your pinky away from his, only to lace your fingers together instead. His hand is warm, skin soft against yours.

"I should have called out. I was so focused on keeping you safe, I didn't even think.” You weren't expecting him to say that, and when you turn your head to meet his eyes, you see nothing but honesty shining back at you. Moonlight reflects off blue irises, and you squeeze his hand a little tighter in yours, savouring the feeling.

Out here like this, under the stars with Chuuya by your side, you can feel the remnants of tension seeping out of you. Your eyes are drawn back to the endless stretch of cosmos twinkling above you, and you can't think of anyone you would rather experience this with.

"Don't get sights like this back home, huh?” Chuuya's voice is quiet, and filled with a wonder you've never heard before. When you turn your head to look at him, his smile is as bright as the moonlight bathing you both. The hand not wrapped up in yours lifts to point out a particularly bright star, and you hang onto his every word as he begins to explain each feature in turn. You didn't know he was an astronomy buff, but you're captivated by his enthusiasm.

You're not sure how long the two of you lie there, taking in the sky and indulging in each other's company. Eventually, Chuuya's words slow, and your eyes start to grow heavy. You both yawn in sync, and when you meet each other's eyes, neither of you can stop the giggles that escape you. Chuuya helps you to your feet, keeping a hold of your hand the entire time.

Back in the warmth of the cabin, he moves to release your hand, and you can tell he's just as reluctant to part as you are. So you grip his hand a little tighter, meeting his hopeful confusion with a smile, "Bed is big enough for two.” You suddenly feel vulnerable under his steady gaze, but you know he won't judge you, "Please don't leave me alone.”

He meets your plea with a soft smile, and he lifts your joined hands to press a kiss to your knuckles, "I'm not going anywhere, angel.” He's promising more than just for tonight, and you can't wait to see where this development takes you. For now, though, you'll sleep in his arms, and dream of dancing under the stars.

[suusoh]

Haha c’est pas grave, chérie ! French is a very romantic language, we all know. So, I believe that Johan (or Anna for that matter) might use this to catch off guard their Darling with French terms of endearment. They are multi-lingual after all. 

Alors, La Première Leçon: Termes d’Affection ! 

Mon Cher/ Ma Chére- My dear (we all know this, very classic)

Mon cœur - My heart (You consume them, you are their most vital organ.)

Mon beau/ Ma belle - My beautiful (perhaps too superficial for Johan and Anna, but you are the most beautiful thing they have ever seen, especially when you have tears in your eyes.)

Mon Chouchou - My pet, my sweet (derives from the term for cabbage or pastry, do not let that fool you ! It means you are so sweet and delicious they could devour you !) 

Mon lapin - My rabbit (you can run, but they will always find you.) 

Ma moitié - My half (this speaks for itself, no ? You complete them of course.) 

So Johan might say « It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. »

anon... anon. why is it like I'm the one that got rizzed up here. are we- a-are we about to kiss? 😳?

BUT WAHHH THANK YOU ANON ALL OF THESE ARE SOOOO GOOD. LIKE SO DEAHTLY GOOD I CAN'T WAIT TO USE THESE THANK YOUUU!!!!

I think Johan would be an avid fan of mon cœur and mon chouchou!!! ah the mon chouchou one is so perfect!! As if I haven't written enough about johan just biting his darling's cheeks out of nowhere. His personal pastry.

" It’s ok, mon petit lapin, you did so well planning your escape. Come lay here with me, I can tell you why you failed. " SHITTT ANONN YOU ATE THAT. I GO INSANE OVER THAT SOFT YANDERE KINDA CHARACTERIZATION FOR HIM FHAJKSFHJ. NOT HIM ASKING YOU TO LAY WITH HIM IM CRYINGGGG THIS IS SO GOOD.

It's so infuriating because he'd think of you escaping him as an almost recreational activity for your benefit? Like he'd be leaving small "clues" and hints at times on concocting the perfect escape plan. Not that he genuinely wants you to escape, but he treats you escaping him as seriously as one would treat a cute bonding activity like solving a jigsaw puzzle together <3. Which makes you feel all the more insulted and somehow it feels demeaning in a way— not that he meant for it, he really does think it's a lighthearted activity— but he'd see how disheartened you'd feel ,that it's as if he's insulting your intellect then, he'd stop leaving game hints after or advice on how to plan a better escape. He doesn't mean to make you feel discouraged, he's just trying to be supportive of your favourite"past-time activity" :( he thought you knew that there would be no true escape and that you trying to escape is just a small way of having fun.

(and also it's his way of knowing if you'll start trying out new methods he won't expect. like let's say one day you genuinely vanish and were able to stay on the low for a few days, he'd be slightly wary after that, and just calmly make it sound like it's a light discussion so that you can have a friendly banter and chat about how you escaped him this time. That way he can take note and mentally catalogue it.)

"MON LAPIN" WITH ANNA THOUGH................ MUCH THOUGHTS. SO MUCH THOUGHTS TO LINGER ON ACTUALLY.......

I defnitely think Anna has a predator/prey kink. Unlike johan who reiterates that you will not escape him, I bet anna likes to actually make you believe you have a REAL chance at escaping every once in a while. Only because she finds it funny how crestfallen you'll be once you realise that your "serious" escape attempt wasn't even close at all, and that you only got that far because she let you. Though I will say as much as she admires your tears and almost genuine fear, if you choose to escape from her one day and she sees you laughing? smiling and almost having fun? and that you only ran out because you expected her to chase after you? She might just fall in love all over again.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

Song of the Sea

Past =-= Next

Author's note: Jophiel's next bit in Husbandry. Thanks to @sleepyfan-blog for letting me borrow Cedric and Ash'val.

Warnings: None that I know of.

Summary: Jophiel learns more about the sea side town that his human lives nearby. And starts learning English by going to classes at a Community center.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

It had been nice to speak with Claude for a bit, even though the other had fussed over him and had threatened to send an Apothecary to check him over. Which he thought was unfair, since he's already healed up from his injuries.

He hums softly to himself as he mentally goes over the tasks that he needs to complete before he goes to the Community Center to learn more about the local language called English.

He listens to his wonderful Bonded talk about what they were going to do, among other things and hums and occasionally chirps out a response, either in stilted English or in Gothic.

He helps clean up the breakfast that they shared, base line food, he has to eat a stupidly large amount of it to truly be full. He has a meal of it, for the simple pleasure of tasting such wonderful variety and flavor. He still has some nutri-paste and rations that he will consume later to finish filling his belly.

Now that he knows about the Imperial Fist and Salamander base that is a few hours away. He'll try to report in for some supplies before scurrying back here.

Depending on the temperament of the First Borns that run the base he might get away with supplies, for only a few weeks of working for them.

They can't be too bad, Claude and Cedric are still there, and have brought in Ramiel and Catius to that place as well. Granted, they know and can withstand a lot of punishment and suffering.

But since they are on Ancient Terra... they could simply leave for a different 'war band' or base if it was truly intolerable. Or so he hopes that is the case.

After finishing up with the chores and helping with what he knew how to do of farm chores and animal husbandry (which admittedly is very little, and only what his dear, cherished Bonded has taught him).

"I will be back in a few days, meeting with brother-cousins," Jophiel carefully says to you in English, his accent and slight lisp endearing.

"Oh?" You ask him with a surprised blink.

"Yeah Cedric is fussing about making sure health good," Jophiel says struggling to say what he wants and needs to in English. "Is Space Marine Doctor."

"Are you sick or still injured?" You ask with a concerned frown on your face suddenly worried.

He had been badly injured and terribly skittish when the two of you had first met. But he'd healed shockingly quickly and had said that he was better.

"No- just Space Doctor check up," Jophiel says quickly trying to comfort you.

"Alright," You say as you try to calm down a little and stare up at him firmly, "If you are sick or hurt, tell me so I can help you. Yes?"

"Yes my heart," Jophiel says with an adorable smile down at you.

You can't help but smile back at him. He's so sweet at times, and it has your heart melt. "I'll miss you while you're gone."

"One of my hearts shall remain with you, always," Jophiel tells you with earnest red eyes.

You fluster a little at that. Jophiel is lovely, playful, artistic and slowly growing more articulate in English. He could be terribly romantic and flirtatious at times. You aren't sure if he means it like that or if that's just how he speaks.

He nuzzles you for a few minutes, a deep rumbling purr coming from deep in his chest. You gently pat one of his hands and lean into him. He's certainly cuddly, on his terms. The first time you heard him purr you had been utterly surprised and delighted at the same time.

Jophiel gently lets you go and heads off to go find that Imperial Fist and Salamander base that Claude had mentioned that he was living and work in. Once he gets close to the major inland city, he makes sure to carefully land, skillfully avoiding being noticed.

He closes his eyes and focuses and weaves the illusions on his wings which he lays against his back and makes sure to not move. He staggers a little from the dizzying amount of effort, focus, and energy that is being drained from him to hide his wings.

He shakes his head a little and starts to head towards the base that Claude had spoken about, he makes sure to send Claude a text message through the shared Primaris-only channels as he picks his way to the base. Carefully making sure not to impede the flow of base line traffic.

Claude finds him a few minutes later and looks him over briefly before they go to the Iron Fist and Salamander Base. They check in and he speaks to the First Born cousin, doing the 'check in' process that has been developed for the Loyalist that have landed on Terra.

He listens to what he's told, even as his vision starts to flicker, as spots start to show up. Claude is very careful in how he's holding him. Jophiel's grateful for that as he tries to not look like he's leaning into Claude as the effort to hide his wings becomes far greater.

He murmurs his thanks to Claude as he feels the other start to lend him energy to continue up the illusion. Cedric has a slightly pinched expression on his face as he heads to them. Spotting the way Jophiel is totally not being almost entirely supported by Claude's weight.

"You Idiot," Cedric hisses at Jophiel.

He grunts a little, it's taking all of his concentration and energy to keep up the illusion on his wings. Cedric continues to hiss at him under his breath and grabs Jophiel's other arm and swings it over his shoulders as they drag him to the nearest hiding spot where neither eyes electronic and natural can watch them.

"Drop the illusion," Cedric orders, all Apothecary sharp and commanding.

Jophiel does with a gasp, "Throne! That was really difficult."

"You are an idiot for doing witch craft on Ancient Terra," Cedric scolds Jophiel.

"I don't want to incite madness in First Borns," Jophiel protested. "you know that is what my mutation can cause in others, unless it's hidden. And I'm in armor, so I can't wear a cape to hide it."

Cedric gives him a sharp look and exchanges another look with Claude who is casually guarding the door. Technically they should take Jophiel to the medbay.

But- Jophiel would get upset if he had to go somewhere so public for a check up. Technically they should take Jophiel to one of the Librarian Captains and inform them of the Primaris Librarian Scout.

Technically, as Ramiel and Catius knock on the door carefully informing the trio of who's at the door. They are breaking some of The Rules, which is bad but Jophiel is uninjured and seems to be fine, stable and steady.

Technically, they should also inform the nearest Blood Angel or one of their Successor Chapters First Born of Jophiel being here. But Jophiel likely won't want to meet them.

"At least you haven't shredded your wing again," Cedric says tartly, "Or hurt yourself by being a block head."

"I'm not a block head!" Jophiel protests.

Cedric gives him an Apothecary Look TM, "All brothers who aren't Apothecaries can be Idiots."

That got all of them protesting that Cedric wasn't being Unfair and A Little Mean. Ramiel looks over Cedric with an assessing gaze, noticing that he seems... Upset about something.

"Cedric," Ramiel says gently, "Once you are done checking over Cedric, I'd like to talk to you."

"Fine," Cedric says not looking at Ramiel.

~

As one of the First Born Captains, and one who's a Scout Captain at that, who's been able to start to get through the prickly shields of the Primaris Marine Scout-lings that had been found, he'd been informed of their furtive movements, and how they seem to be hiding something. Again.

Captain Ash'val had been walking from one place to another- when he'd noticed that Cedric had a look on his face. One that he was starting to learn what that meant.

Then he'd seen Catius, and Ramiel try to sneak about. Since he can't find Claude, and no one has noticed him on the cameras or in person. That sneaky youngster (who he's not certain is Actually a Raven Guard, Honest), but a different, sneaky Legion, er Chapter.

Ash'val rubs his face a little and sighs, wondering just what was going on in the 42nd Millenium that has the Primaris Marines default to hiding their wounded brothers from the First Borns. Ash'val wonders just how long it's going to take before he, or Feldarim, or any of the others meet this newest Scout-ling.

[sgiandubh]

Bcac and gotraveltheworldluv are stalkers and so defensive if you doubt them. The shenanigans are getting too old and predictable. I’m not even a shipper and I think something is wrong.  it just doesn’t make sense. These fake dates are really strange. I mean it’s just not normal so it is questionable. The credibility is not there and these other bloggers are just a bunch of strange women.  I actually believe he has a relationship more with his costar then any of these fake dates it just seems so forced  and on public display. If it was real, why innuendos and why post it knowing fans will seek out? I’m not talking about relationships I mean seriously how can he have been with six women in two months and made sure that everybody knew about it. I’ve come to the conclusion he’s definitely hiding something, I’m not sure what. Even being married secretly I know you guys don’t think he’s gay, but I definitely don’t think that he is with all of these women that he claims to be.  I don’t think you’ve had any girlfriends.

Dear Hiding Something Anon,

BCAC, who? As for the other Pearl of Great Price, well... religious hypocrisy at its finest, really. I wonder what her congregation would think about her dirty, dirty little secret. Online stalking all those women, even those remotely purported to have breathed around S, surely won't get her extra brownie points, or whatever they are called, back in her red neck of the woods.

Funny you are not a shipper, but still found a way to ask yourself all the right questions. According to the Anti Gospel, you are just one step shy of apostasy 😱.

Gay, he is not. That is a lazy theory based on next to nothing, spare a questionable blogger's speculations (and the 'evidence' singlehandedly fabricated on Wikipedia, long debunked by me) and Data Lounge's almost desperate merry go round of three inconclusive pics and my dog's aunt recollections (Lola's aunt probably hails from Carmarthen and I think she has an excellent pedigree, but that's just about it). Whoever came up with this bullshit has no real knowledge of the gay world's dynamics, either and probably a very superficial, second hand exposure to it.

Speculating he fornicated with a half dozen of women in less than three months (and under public, even obsessed, scrutiny) is borderline demented. Sure, he does not need the consent of the King for such leisure activities, but come on: do they hear themselves? From me to you, Anon - I know still waters run deep, but he never stroke me as the randy devil type. I've seen way worse, including in my own backyard (and you'd give Someone your first born to babysit, without even blinking - such a mistake).

So yes, he does hide something. Once you enter this rabbit hole and provided you take a long, critical look around, you're bound to discover many interesting bits and bobs that add up and paint a credible theory.

What do I think he hides? A love story of our times, Anon. With slammed doors, pillow talk, terms of endearment and deep feelings. And yes, your assumption is correct.

And gee, thanks for your words, too. Much appreciated - why be a hypocrite?

I also strive to be informative, Anon. You can seat by my side, at the back of the bus. This is where the most fun is happening and we even have the finest Gunpowder tea, freshly brewed.

[renlyslittlerose]

Kinktober Day 1 - Pet Names

The prompt was sent in by an anon requesting: for kinktober, maybe smth about anakin loving all of obi-wan’s pet names? darling, dear, padawan mine, etc.

I went a little instrospective with this one - hope you don't mind, anon!

Darling / 943 words

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Obi-Wan could give a single name or word a multitude of meanings just by the way he said it. Through the inflection on the tip of his tongue he could make a word scathing or bright, intense or lazy, soulful or dull. He could bring a depth or lightness through tone alone; a deep rumble warning of caution and danger, while other times laughter would slip inside the consonants and vowels that filled the listener with a sense of frivolity and joy. He was a master of words, careful with them, selective how he said and what he said, using his diction to great effect when needed.

But there was one word - one particular name - that Anakin enjoyed the most. He’d marvel at the way Obi-Wan could change it with just the parting of his lips, turning it from endearing to enraging to undoing with just a simple shift in his mannerisms and a flash in his eyes.

Darling.

Anakin adored the different ways in which Obi-Wan called him darling. No matter the way, no matter the time or the place, no matter the intent, the simple flutter or striking of the syllables would make Anakin falter for just a moment. His heart would skip a beat, chest squeeze tight, tongue becoming fat in his mouth as he scrambled to come up with something appropriate in response.

He was never able to.

Anakin enjoyed when Obi-Wan said it in an off-the-cuff sort of way, slipping past his lips as if he were calling Anakin by his name instead. A quick darling to grab Anakin’s attention before asking his question, chin tucked as he read from a datapad or flipped through a console, his focused on something more important and not the way the name caught Anakin and held; held until Anakin couldn’t help but feel as if he’d never catch his breath again.

Other times Obi-Wan would use it on purpose, saccharine and sweet as he whispered it against the curve of Anakin’s ear, breath and beard tickling Anakin’s skin, a term of endearment used first before the request came - ‘Please be on your best behaviour’ or ‘I’d appreciate it if you’d do this for me.’

‘Of course I will,’ would always be Anakin's hurried response, before Anakin crushed their lips together and swallow Obi-Wan’s smugness whole.

There were other times the name didn’t sound as sweet - caught on the back of Obi-Wan’s teeth as he gritted out his platitudes, face contorted with pain as he pushed Anakin away while telling him not to fuss; that it was just a small cut or blaster bolt graze or something else that maimed and marked and hurt. Or when he was irritated with Anakin, the darling quick and biting, meant to sting as a pettiness Obi-Wan tried to hide would well up and mark his words and his actions. But even those notes - sour and off-kilter - were cherished because it meant Obi-Wan was still there, still noticing, still with Anakin.

Then there were the moments the name would slip out in the bedroom. Early mornings spent tangled up in each other, Obi-Wan’s eyes still closed as he mumbled a soft ‘morning, darling’ through the quiet space. His voice would be thick with the vestiges of sleep, tongue lazy as he rolled the syllables around, the name rough around the edges but swallowed smooth like honey as it settled in Anakin’s chest. Anakin would tilt his head to the side and invite Obi-Wan closer, wanting to feel the name spoken against his skin.

And the more intimate times - the name spoken against the nap of Anakin’s neck, his curls pressed against sweat-slick skin as Obi-Wan pushed into him. Obi-Wan’s touch was at once demanding and tender across his hips and thighs, teeth sharp along the cords of his neck, tongue wet and hot as he licked broad strokes, collecting Anakin’s sweat and come and tears with a hunger rivaled only by Anakin’s. He’d call Anakin darling which such need, the sound of it harsh and guttural in the back of his throat, breath stuttering as he fucked up into Anakin’s willing heat, walls tight and grip strong.

Or a desperate whimper as it slipped past his lips as he knelt between Anakin’s legs, the word kissed and breathed into the skin of Anakin’s inner thighs. Obi-Wan’s brows would furrow, grief and the ecstasy of shame roiling up in him as he peppered the hallowed places of Anakin’s body with his lips, Anakin’s musk and come coating his skin and the bristles of his bear, darling a ragged word that stuttered and caught on Obi-Wan’s lips like a prayer.

Anakin wanted the name branded on his skin, carved into his bones, sunk into his very marrow. He wanted to be infused with the meaning behind it - the intimacy and the attachment associated with it. He wanted for it to become him entirely - until his name ceased to exist for Obi-Wan and all that remained was darling. Because darling was only ever used for Anakin - it was a placement given to him by his Master, stitched into the fabric of their shared existence, a turn of phrase he only used for Anakin. When Obi-Wan called him darling - softly, sweetly, deeply, angry or happy, indulgent or terse, in every way and in all ways - Anakin was someone else; the beloved of Obi-Wan Kenobi and not the Chosen One, not Skywalker, not Skyguy, not Padawan, not General (nor ‘renegade’, ‘degenerate’, or a ‘vicious little thing’).

He was just Obi-Wan’s darling. He was just enough.

[roguelov]

Picture this:

Dream with Reader who's very shy, skittish, reserved and oblivious. She's easily flustered, a girl of few words, nerdy and socially awkward to the point where it's painful, but she's good at her powers and her job, and that's all that matters to her. She's sent to his realm to help with the rebuilding of it by her organization. Few weeks of working alongside her, and he has fallen head over heels with her, and yet, she knows nothing. His attempts at flirting with her were met with either her getting flustered, retreating and quickly changing the topic or just plain obliviousness as she goes on her merry way with her work, unintentionally ignoring his advances and stonewalling him. And what do we know... Dream isn't the most patient of beings and at this point, he's tired of just feeling like he's trying to approach a skittish stray cat. What will he do? Decisions, decisions...

Oooo anon I’m intrigued! Like let’s say for plot reasons the reader is fae (or maybe a demon still debating) who is basically there to aid Dream but to be an olive branch between their realms and have a better relationship

You had been living in the Dreaming for quite some time now. Dare you say, it started to feel like home. The residents were kind, and the ruler wasn’t who you expected. Rumors always swirled around the Endless, and you had heard a few nasty ones about Dream in particular. However, since his recent imprisonment there was a change in him. Or at least his residents and people told you.

“How are you this evening, my honored guest?”

You peered over your shoulder to the king himself, Dream. “I am well, thank you.”

You continued your easy stride with maps of the Dreaming in your hands. Lucienne had requested them.

Dream walked beside you. “I am glad to hear.”

You simply hummed in response.

Dream stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You froze and your eyebrows furrowed together.

What a cute expression, he thought.

“My dear,” he stated. “I hope you are not lying to me. If there is anything I can do for you, you may simply ask.”

Your heart sang at his term of endearment. Yet, you buried such feelings. You shook your head, “I assure you I am content.”

“But, not happy?”

Content sat wrongly in his mind.

Your gaze dropped. “I am -“ you cleared your throat and clutched the maps closer to your chest - “I’m sorry, but I must -“

He gently tipped your chin up, forcing your eyes on him. Your words died on your tongue. His gaze was one of upmost intensity. A shudder ran through your body.

“Perhaps on your break,” he hummed, running his thumb across your chin, “you could join me possibly for some tea.”

“I - I would be honored but -“

He sighed unable to hide is disappointment, “And who else has your attention this evening?”

No one.

After delivering the maps to Lucienne, you would be done for the day. Surely, Dream had better things to do than entertain you.

“I am sure a king as yourself is quite busy,” you pointed out.

He leaned in closely. “Oh, sweet one, I can do what I please. Like you said, I am king and I wish to be in your company.”

His eyes flickered down to your lips. He did little to had his want for you. You swallowed nervously. You quickly yanked yourself away from him.

It’s not like that. Something was probably on my face.

“I will meet you then,” you answered with your eyes locked onto the floor.

“Look me in the eyes and answer me,” he said. “It’s little disrespectful to not address me properly.”

He didn’t care. He simply wanted to see your lovely face, to see your adorable expressions.

You winced internally. Of course. Glancing up, you cleared your throat and stated, “I will meet you for tea after my delivery.”

Dream smiled, almost predatory like. “Good, I will see you then.”

A heat spread all over your chest. Your eyes widened. You mumbled out a goodbye before rushing off the to library.

Dream continued to smile at you. Just one day at a time, he thought. He would have you soon enough. You would soon understand his desires for you, his sweet guest.

[shmowder]

Here's a small request for anytime. I revisited your cute nicknames post because it always makes me happy. What pet names do you think Yulia, Aglaya, and Katerina would use?

🐿️ anon

Yulia Lyuricheva

Be it her rationality or overthinking to blame, Yulia rarely if ever uses petnames. Skeptic of their nature and sincerity, that they do more harm than good in the long run in any relationship.

What is even a petname if not demeaning by nature? Are you her pet, or are you human? Names tell stories, and you'd forsake yours for an adjective so vague and broad that it could apply to a billion different people?

She understands the purpose they serve, a ritualistic act, a reminder of faithfulness, a not-so-subtle reassuriance that your partner is not upset with you.

But Yulia is nothing if not a hypocrite, and life loves nothing more than making her go against her own ideals time after time.

"Honey." Is a one she starts to pick up after you gave her a side-eye one too many times when crossing path with a lovey-dovey couple showering each other with the most suffocatingly sweet petnames possible.

It sounds out of place within her automatonlike speech, sprinkled at the end of a sentence much like a cigarette smoke in a closed room with nowhere else to go.

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Aglaya Lilich

The classic petnames are timeless in her opinion.

"Sweetheart" is a one she uses in canon, viewing you as the sugary equivalent to her bitter soul. the tenderness to her steel walls.

"Beloved." Is a term she'd never shy away from using around others to make the intimate nature of your relationship very clear. She is upfront with her emotions, direct with her affection.

"My little sun." Is a one you'll scarcely hear despite it being her favourite. It's the term she refers to you with in both her journals and mind.

While not religious, she still heavily dislikes the term angel or any of its petname equivalents; she knows who she works for, they're rotten to the core. All angels are harbingers of doom and blight, another facade much like the kids playing god.

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Katerina Saburova

You get a glimpse of the loving woman she used to be through her choice of endearment terms... before this town twisted her into the broken husk of doll she has become.

"My dear," whispered quietly as she held you through the night, clinging to your arm in fear that the wind might steal you away if she spoke too loud.

"My love," light on her tongue, heavy in the air, she repeats it."My sweet love."

The sweet way "darling" slides off her tongue, full of yearning a if she's missing you before you're even gone.

"My heart" burning with the intensity of a thousand suns yet as quiet as a mouse, spoken like she's entrusting you with a grave secret.

It's not the petname she uses which matter, but the way Katerina grants each word the same reverence reserved for a prayer.