#jewelry by LoVi

[readwritealldayallnight]

His eyes are lovingly gazing into yours, only having to slightly look up to meet your eyes from when he’s crouched down on one knee, because he’s decided if he’s doing it, he’s doing it right.

He’s holding the ring box open to present the shining new piece of jewelry to you, but you haven’t even noticed it yet, eyes brimming with pure, overwhelming happiness, tears threatening to spill over.

As the seconds continue to pass, that’s all he does, is stare at you, admiring your glowing expression, feeling pleased with himself that this is going so well.

“Simon.”

“Yeah, love?”

“Did you want to ask me a question so I could maybe answer or-”

“Fuck- tha’s right- I mean,” he begins to fumble, realizing he grabbed the box from his pocket, popped it open to present the ring, and has been sitting here staring at you without a word. Real smooth Simon. “Not fuck, I’m not cursin’ durin’ your proposal-”

“Oh, get it out Si! You know my answer!”

“Marry me, lovie.” He asks without hesitation. “Let’s put on paper what’s already been true since I laid eyes on you.”

“Still not technically a question, but yes, duh!”

[bambisspeckles]

Simon Riley is an Obsessive Lover

CW: simon is a little toxic (but he loves you dw), gn!reader, this might be a little dub-conish bc simon is following reader (but reader knows), mildly edited!! Let me know if i missed anything <3

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Simon loves you so much he'd sacrifice the whole world if it meant keeping you all to himself. He's an obsessive lover and his biggest concern is your safety, he's always hyper aware of where you are and what you're doing, always breathing down your neck when he's around.

It causes arguments for sure, you yelling about how overbearing and controlling he is, that he never lets you do anything. Simon will always stand there and just take it, he knows; he understands.

He knows why you're so angry with him, he knows sometimes you just want to go out with your friends and not have him eyeing you from the corner of the club, but he can't help it. He's in love with you, enamored, obsessed. You are the reason he fights, the reason he wakes up in the morning, the reason he'll crawl out of graves time and time again.

Don't you understand that lovie? You're his angel, his god, a pretty little thing to worship and adorn with gifts. Glittering jewelry and expensive clothes. Simon would do anything for you. He'd kill for you.

In fact, he already has.

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Hi this is my first post <3 I hope you like this little drabble!

[yumeaoka-chan]

My Love (Adorn You)

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider-Punk x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Tags: Cursing, sleepy times, clingy hobie, touchy hobie, no physical description of reader, can be read as any gender for reader (just cuddly feel good times), title based off of Adorn by Miguel (wrote this listening to it, ngl)

Summary: It's been a while since you've gotten a whole weekend off and Hobie's particularly clingy this morning. Also, screw your job.

A/N: Credit to @mushroom-graphics-allotment for the lovely banners! My shorter second piece for the 1st week of Octobie!!! I'm having a blast coming up with more one-shots @the-kr8tor 💕

Light from the rising sun gently peeks through the curtains and spills into the bedroom, hitting your face and stirring you awake. You slowly blink away the sleep from your eyes, eyelashes fluttering as you stir ever slightly in your boyfriend's arms. Hobie's soft snores slowly cease, eyebrows furrowing and eyes cracking open ever so slightly. He looks at you before glancing at the alarm clock on the nightstand beside him, grumbling and pulling you closer to him once he sees the time.

“Too early… Sleep more, lovie,” he mumbles softly, breath tickling the shell of your ear. You let out a sleepy hum as you bring up a hand to softly scratch at the coarse hair just above the nape of his neck. Hobie lets out a pleased, sleepy sounding purr before burying his face into your neck, one of his hands splayed over your back while the other gently grips your hip. He pulls you closer against his frame as he drifts back off to sleep, the warmth you radiate welcoming on this chilly morning.

You almost let the peacefulness of it all lull you back to sleep, until the sudden thought of your job makes you sit up abruptly. Hobie groans when you do, hands trying to pull you back down to his embrace.

“No, Hobes. Gotta get to work,” You say with a tired sigh. Hobie sits up and wraps his arms around your waist, face tucked into your shoulder. His lips press sleepy kisses along your skin as he tugs you closer.

“It's Saturday, baby. You're off, remember?” Your boyfriend's quiet mumbles make you lean against him, silently thanking whatever entity is out there that you're off. You weren't sure you'd even be able to make it in today anyways, with how exhausted you feel. You allow Hobie to pull you back down onto the bed, burying your face into his chest as you two bask in the warmth of one another. Sleep welcomes you both with open arms, the two of you not stirring awake again until it's almost noon.

When you do wake up again, you try to get up from the bed, eager to start on the plethora of chores that you know are waiting for you. Your boyfriend seems to have other plans, however. With a disapproving sound, he pulls you back down to lay beside him, face nuzzling against your own. A huff of mild annoyance leaves you as he peppers kisses along your jaw, a knowing smile on his lips all the while.

“You ain't goin’ nowhere, sweetheart. It's been days since I've had you all to myself.” His words make you slightly less irritated with him, eyes softening as you turn your head to look at him properly. It's true that you've been too busy lately. Your job didn't understand the fact that you're a human being with needs, clearly, always making you do doubles and working you over time. Without the over time pay. One of your hands moves up to gently fiddle with his multiple ear piercings, fingers brushing over the silver jewelry. You smile as he leans into your touch

“I know. ‘M sorry for being so busy, Hobie. Work has just been… ugh.”

“Love, I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible. Fuck your job. You should just quit.” You look at the man with a raised eyebrow, as if his suggestion was out of the question. Of course you'd thought about quitting before, but you had concerns about just leaving the job you'd had for over two years.

“Quit? Not saying I don't want to, but where else will I find that pays as much?” Hobie hums softly in your ear before pushing up on one elbow in order to look down at you.

“You need a change of pace. Quit and start up that business you've always wanted to.” He leans down to smooch the little pout off of your face, chuckling when you chase after his lips. “I've got your back, always. I'll help support you however you need.”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at his words, his offer to support you making you more in love with him than you ever thought possible. Smiling softly, you lift up a hand to gently trace the curves of his jaw, fingers lightly brushing over his cheeks. Hobie looks down at you all the while, seemingly lovestruck as he leans further into your touch. A dopey grin on his face, he leans down to brush his lips against yours with all the tenderness of a feather, his piercing cool against your skin.

“Quit f’me, lovie,” he breathes out, voice a low whisper. A soft snort leaves you and you playfully press your hand on his face, practically mushing him.

“ You're a bad influence, Hobie Brown. You just want me to quit so you can have me like this everyday.”

He grins and licks a fat stripe up your palm, making you squeal and recoil your hand in disgust. A laugh leaves him as you swiftly wipe your hand free of saliva on his arm. “I'm not denying it, am I?” He says with a cheeky gleam in his eyes.

It makes you roll your eyes, a reluctant smile ghosting your lips as he presses more kisses into the crook of your neck. After a few moments of comfortable silence between you, you try to get up once more, pushing your body off of the bed. Hobie has other ideas, it seems, tightening his arms around your waist and relaxing his entire weight on top of you. You groan and push at his shoulders, pouting at the chorus of little snickers that leave him.

“Planning to keep me hostage all day, Hobart…? We've got chores.”

“Sweetheart, fuck those chores. You're my teddy for the day, mm? I'll even order us some food, just so you won't get outta bed. Now just be good f’me and let me love you.”

You let out a long, exasperated sigh at his words, snuggling closer to him despite yourself. It's safe to say that not a lick of chores had gotten done that day.

[flowerfreya]

Weaponized Incompetence

Birthday - Part 3

Weaponized Incompetence Masterlist

John is trying to be better and he's trying and it's kinda working but you are not going to help him.

John doesn’t know where he went wrong. He’s trying goddammit and it seems like you don’t care about that at all. He’s cleaned and then cleaned and cleaned some more but he never seems to get it right. 

Sitting down with his head in hands, he’s struggling to understand what to do right. He thinks that the only way to get his wife to stay with him is to figure out how to get the job done without her knowing. Pulling out his phone and opening google he tries again to search up what he wants. 

>>How to clean up the house the right way? 

>>How do I get my wife to not be angry with me? 

>>Good gifts to give my wife?

John knows that for the past few years , he’s gotten shitty gifts for you in the past, according to google. A vacuum is not a good choice nor is a really nice mop. He thought that the best thing to do was get gifts that he thought were good for her. But now he knows that getting house gifts is honestly the worst thing that he could do. He never noticed that she would cut her eyes when she opened the gift and small smile she would give that didn’t quite reach her eyes. He thought that he did a good job and it never seemed like an issue but with the articles mentioning that getting household items that both he and his wife used. 

Waking up early , John made you a fancy coffee that he had been practicing since last week. He knows that you love language. 

“Lovie”, John whispers to you. John places the coffee and small breakfast on the side table. He shakes you awake. With your bleary eyes and morning voice letting out a what. 

“Happy Birthday , baby”, John whispers to you. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. Giving him a small smile , you whisper a soft thank you. 

“Once you're ready, I got you something”, John says, He sees your smile drop and he realizes that you think that he got you a shitty gift….again. 

“Let’s get this over with”, you mutter under your breath. Getting up and going downstairs. And you’re shocked. There’s balloons with your age on it. Streamers hanging from the ceiling fans. And a medium size bag with a “happy birthday” on it. John see’s you turn towards him with your mouth opening and closing , mouthing an oh my god. 

“John, i don’t know what to say”, you say to him. John just smiles at you and motions towards the gift, “open it”. 

Pulling out a forest green Coach purse , you run over to John and give him a big hug and a huge kiss. 

“I love this color”, you say to him. 

“I know”, he says, “There’s something else in there for you”. 

“Oh”, you said, and then dig in the bag and that’s when you see the jewelry box, opening it , tears are in your eyes, “it’s gold” , you look at him ,”you got me gold jewelry”. 

John has never gotten you jewelry since you never have asked him for it. That’s how he knows he fucked up, just because you never asked for it doesn’t mean you should never get it. The article said that you should know if your wife wears gold or silver and if you don’t know then you don’t know your wife. 

John had to go through all of your jewelry and saw that most of it was gold, so that’s what he brought. 

“I love you baby, and I know that I haven’t been the best husband but ‘M tryn’, John pleads with you. You look at him resigned to the fact that you know you are going to give him another chance but that’s it.

[midnightloversmusic]

Hey! Could you do poly!marauders where the reader gets a new piercing and maybe the boys accidentally hit it and like help clean it and stuff? Thank you <33

Hii, love! So I kinda strayed off a little from the request and didn’t realize it until it was too late. I hope this is still somewhat what you were hoping for! (The piercing I chose was a septum because it’s the only piercing that I actually have lol)

I hope you enjoyyy, mwah<3

Masterlist

All three of the boys are gathered in the kitchen fighting over the correct way to make a salad. If it were anyone else who just walked in on the argument, they’d think the boys were being serious. You know they are just being silly. Their arguments are usually about nothing important and get heated quickly, but fizzle out soon after.

Yesterday Sirius had taken you to a tattoo and piercing parlor that he went to the last time he got a tattoo. You had been wanting to get a septum piercing for a while, but never had the time and you just couldn’t justify spending the money. Sirius however had noticed. He saw you longingly staring through piercers windows, eying septum rings at jewelry shops, and scrolling aimlessly through Pinterest just to stop and stare when a picture of someone with a nose ring popped up. He had got James and Remus together to tell them he was going to surprise you with a trip to the tattoo parlor to get it done, and they couldn’t agree more. You deserved it.

Now the actual piercing didn’t hurt to get done. Sirius said you didn’t even flinch when the needle slid through your skin. But god did it hurt now. It would be bearable if you could just stop touching your nose. You swear you didn’t have to wipe your nose this much before you got it done, or at least you didn’t notice if you had to. Now every-time you feel your nose get runny you have to brace yourself to get a tissue and gently sweep below the piercing and clench your jaw at the burning sensation that occurs when you accidentally hit the ring.

That’s what’s happening now. As the boys continue to fight their aimless argument over salads, they know they are going to go with James’ recipe because it’s the best, but are too stubborn to admit it. You walk behind the counter to grab a tissue and prepare for the inevitable pain that will come with blowing your nose.

before you can properly lift up the tissue you hear James say

“What do you think Y/N?”

The question caught you off guard seeming as you had stopped paying attention to the conversation ages ago.

“I think you are all being silly, I love all your salads equally. Pull some straws or something”

You don’t even have time to feel bad about the little white lie told when your mind betrays you by going autopilot and blowing your nose the regular way. This would have been fine, splendid really if it had happened just a few days before, but now with your fresh piercing it feels like a punch to the face. the boys seem to realize this at the same time as you because Remus’ face turns into a grimace, James let’s put a hiss, and Sirius puts his hands up as if he can stop your movements from across the room.

You all flinch at the same time. Your eyes immediately water and you lift your hand to gently cup your nose as you double over and let out a muffled

“Fuck.”

“Lovie now why would you do that?”

James asks in an almost heartbroken voice. As if he was the one in pain.

“because you distracted me, that’s why.” you snap out, but immediately feel guilty for saying. It’s not James fault you just fucked with a fresh piercing.

James doesn’t seem to mind as he comes closer and lifts your hand away from your nose to inspect it. Remus and Sirius also make their way towards you to lend out their comfort in the form of soft touches and pitying words.

Once the pain subsides you consider continuing the act. The boys were being so soft with you and there’s no harm in a little lie. Plus it will make them forget about who they’re choosing to make the salad tonight and give your ears a much needed break from their bickering.

[violetsandfluff]

Broken Ring

“They won’t have to cut it off, right?” you whimpered, feeling your lower lip tremble as you gazed forlornly at the glistening gem on your ring finger. Your doctor assured you that swelling in hands and feet was common during pregnancy, but it still shocked you when you couldn’t wiggle your ring past your knuckle.

You called Harry in a panic, explaining tearfully that the ring was stuck on your finger.

“I’ll be home in thirty,” he consoled you. “Put some ice on it ‘til I get back, okay? Don’t worry about it, lovie. It will all work out.”

You followed his instructions, icing your inflamed finger diligently until he got home. Paying such close attention to your ring brought you back to the day Harry had proposed to you.

The sunlight streaming through the trees overhead and the sound of the water lapping at the shore was permanently etched in your mind. Harry had been so young, only twenty years old at the time of his proposal. Now he was almost thirty, and proud to be expecting his first child.

“I didn’t expect you to be home so soon,” you sniffled as he walked into the kitchen, scooping you out of your chair and into his lap.

“Neither did the cops,” he joked. “Let’s see your little finger. Did the ice help?”

You removed the wad of ice and soaked washcloths from your hand only to find your finger more swollen and purple than you had left it.

“Ouch,” Harry said softly, tracing his finger over the bruised skin. “It’s hot to the touch, dove. Is it painful to touch?”

You shook your head slowly, a wave of tears threatening to spill out of your eyes and onto your cheeks.

“Try to twist it off,” he suggested. “Slowly, gently, like a Chinese finger trap.”

You tried to twist the ring off fruitlessly, every ounce of hope in your body dwindling. Harry’s face twisted in dismay as it became obvious that the ring wasn’t budging.

He tried oiling the skin, icing it more, and even wrapping it with dental floss, but nothing could help the ring over your swollen knuckle.

You had never dreamed that the ring you grew to love and treasure so much would meet its end at the mercy of a jewelry saw at urgent care. It was of utmost importance to you because of all of the memories it held. Now it was just a severed stone and band in the bottom of a clear Ziplock bag that you gripped as if your life depended on it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry murmured into your hair as you clutched the accessory to your chest and leaned into him for solace. “I’ll buy you another ring, whichever one you want.”

“But…” you stuttered, “it’s not the same.”

“You can keep this forever,” Harry said. “We can get the diamond changed into a necklace or even put on a different band.”

“It feels like a broken promise,” you argued. “I’m never without my wedding ring.”

“All you need is right here,” Harry finalized, tapping your chest ever so slightly. “You’ve got every part of me right there, forever and always.”

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[vampire-matcha]

Part 4 of cheating!Soap. Simon's POV. Angst. Potentially ooc Simon.

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Simon Riley is a bad man. He wasn't given much of a choice really. He was dealt a bad hand that kept getting worse and worse. He tried to live a good life, despite his childhood, but it was all taken away from him in fire and blood. So he threw himself into it headfirst. He dove into it and found comfort in the fire and blood. He knew fire and blood. He's good at fire and blood.

Simon Riley is a lonely man. All his life, he's never had anyone. He keeps everyone he meets at arms-length at a minimum. He doesn't do love. He doesn't believe in it. The last time he tasted it was from his mother, and that taste has long since been replaced by the tinny taste of blood. He's comfortable being alone. He fills his time with work, and on the rare occasion he's sent back home to his barren flat in Manchester, the most he does is find a quick fuck at a pub.

He doesn't care about their names, he doesn't particularly care if they're a man or woman or something in between. He doesn't care what they look like, he hardly looks at them at all. They're just a means to an end for him. Just a warm hole to stuff himself into to feel good for a bit, to make his head quiet for a bit. He leaves once he's done. He never stays the night, never even stays much longer than to tie off his condom and pull his trousers back up.

It all changed when he met that damned spitfire of a man John MacTavish. Goes by the name 'Soap'. A ridiculous nickname in Simon's opinion, but then again, he goes by Ghost, so he doesn't have much room to talk.

Soap is loud and brash, but he can be careful and focused, too. He's intensely loyal and has a deep sense of justice. He fights for what's right, Ghost has seen it. He makes the icy shell around Ghost's heart melt, ever so slightly.

It's a slow progression, the way Soap draws Ghost into his orbit. Ghost doesn't even fully realize its happened until Las Almas. There was a moment when he thought he lost Johnny- when did Soap become Johnny? They had gotten separated and Ghost waited for him. Ghost never waited. But he couldn't, in that moment, hiding out in a church with a whole militia after him, even fathom leaving Johnny behind.

By the time Simon realized he loved Johnny it was too late. Johnny was married. Simon hadn't noticed that when he read Soap's dossier years ago. It must have happened in the time they had known each other. Simon had never pinned Johnny as someone to keep his cards so close to his chest like that, but he was proved wrong.

Johnny didn't wear his ring in the field. It was a liability, not just to have jewelry on in life-or-death situations, but also for anyone to see he was married, be it friend or foe. He didn't find out until after Chicago. It seemed that Soap's near-death experience at the top of a skyscraper had shaken him more than he'd let on. He'd snuck off at the bar to use the payphone and Ghost had followed.

"Hey, its me... Just needed to hear your voice, bonnie... No, no, I'm alright, just a wee bit banged up... Yeah, I miss you too, lovie... No I promise I'm alright. Just got a bit worried the whole 'til death do us part' thing was comin' sooner than expected... Sorry, bonnie... No, no, you're right, it's not funny. I'm sorry... I'll be home in a few days... Yeah... I'll see you then. I love you."

Simon hated you. He hated you and he didn't even know you. He didn't even know you existed and he hated you. Who were you? Some civilian? Some random woman who decided to shack up with Johnny? Probably just chasing valor or benefits or something. What could you possibly have to offer someone like Johnny? You could never understand him the way Simon does. Their bond is forged in fire and blood. You could never hope to understand it. They'd been through hell together. And yet you've wormed your way in between them. You, a woman he doesn't even know, have ruined everything. But Simon, ever the stoic sentinel, keeps it all under wraps with practiced patience. He didn't survive this long by letting his emotions control him. He'll figure out a way to fix this.

Then several months later, Simon meets you. It's after another mission, and you're picking up Soap from base, who had gotten a mild concussion and couldn't drive himself. You're there, waiting for him with a lovesick smile on your face. Simon watches as you embrace Johnny, wrapping him in your arms and holding him for a long time. Too long, in Simon's opinion. And then you pull back and hold Soap's head in your hands, turning his face side to side to get a better look at him. You laugh at something he says. Simon sneers. Oh, aren't you just perfect? A sweet little doting wife?

And then Johnny brings you over to introduce you two. You shake Simon's hand with both of yours, gratitude broadcast to the world as you thank him for getting your Johnny home safe. Your Johnny. Simon hates it. He hates how sincere you are. He wishes you were something worse, something worth hating. But Ghost reads people. He's great at it. But he can't read anything but genuine in you. And it makes him hate you more.

It isn't fair, Simon thinks. You don't deserve someone like Johnny. You haven't earned him. You haven't fought for him like Simon has. You haven't fought alongside him like Simon has. Simon has suffered. His whole life has been nothing but blood and fire. Doesn't he deserve something good for once? Hasn't he earned it? Even the devil himself got to taste heaven before he fell to earth.

That's what he tells himself on that night. The night they were stuck in that frozen safe house in the middle of Bumfuck, Russia. They'd narrowly escaped the enemy, and they didn't dare poke their heads out for risk of being spotted. Soap's radio had broken in the escape. Ghost was the only one with a means to communicate with Watcher. She tells him exfil will be there in the morning. He unplugs his radio. He tells Soap he can't get through. He tells himself that he's justified. He's a devil seeking a taste of heaven.

And what is Johnny if not heaven? Simon needs him. He needs to taste him. Johnny is worried. Simon can feel it rolling off him in waves. Simon can make it all better for him. Just for tonight.

"Who knows when exfil's gonna get here?" He asks. "What do we have to lose? It's just for tonight. Just let me take care of you, Johnny."

Simon can feel the hesitation in Johnny's body when he kisses him. But Johnny let's Simon lay him down. Simon whispers words into Johnny's ear. Not quite words of reassurance. But Simon Riley is a bad man, and a lonely man, and those two things make a nasty combination.

Simon tastes every part of Johnny's body he can get his mouth on. Neither man has bathed in days, and a lesser man would be disgusted, but Simon has experienced far worse. Besides, nothing about Johnny could ever disgust him.

And when Johnny let's him inside, Simon, that devil, finally tastes his slice of heaven. A whole life of suffering was worth is just to feel Johnny beneath him. It's perfect, he thinks. Even if only for the night. Simon looks Johnny in the eye. Simon stays with him afterward. Simon sleeps beside him.

Then morning comes. Exfil comes. Regret comes for Johnny, but not for Simon. Maybe he shouldn't had lied about his radio, but it was worth it, wasn't it? But now Johnny won't look at him. He won't speak to him. He practically runs from him when they land.

No, no, no. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to fix things! It was supposed to fix what you had ruined! You, Soap's perfect wife with your perfect life, perfectly ruining Simon's. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon more. Johnny was supposed to see that he needed Simon as much as Simon needed him. What happened? What went wrong? Simon blames you. He always blames you.

Simon calls Johnny late that night, after he's sure you must be in bed. He pleads with Johnny to come to his senses. It wasn't a mistake! How could he say that? How could he say that it was wrong when Simon had never felt so right in his whole life? It's your fault. You've got Johnny trapped under some kind of spell. You can't love him like Simon could, like Simon does. Simon changes tactics.

"You have to tell her," Simon tells him. Maybe if you know, you'll leave. Then Simon can have Johnny all to himself, without you getting in the way again. "The guilt will eat you up, it's better if you just tell her. Its the right thing to do." Johnny reluctantly agrees.

Simon waits for Johnny to call him the next night, to tell him you've kicked him out. He waits for the call so he can swoop in and be Johnny's rescuer. Maybe then Johnny will see how much he loves him. But Johnny never calls. Simon would be tearing his hair out with anxiety if it wasn't so close-cropped to his head. What's happened to him? He hasn't lost control of his emotions like this in years. What have you done to him?

Simon drives to Johnny's house. He watches from the curb through your window. Johnny's alone. Good. He has half a mind to walk up to the door when he sees you come around the corner. He watches you two talk. He watches you cry. Crocodile tears, they must be! Poor you, having your perfect life be derailed. Simon was justified. It's only fair that you suffer even a fraction that he has so he can take some of your perfect life for his own.

But then Johnny is holding you. Johnny is kissing you. No, no this isn't right! You should be screaming at him to leave! You should be beating Soap to a pulp so Simon can put him back together! Why won't you let him have this?

He watches Johnny carry you away. He forces himself to drive away before he does something he'll regret. He speeds the whole way home. He turns his apartment upside-down. In the back of his mind he's thankful he lives in a shit part of town where no one calls the cops unless someone is actually dead. No noise complaints as he shatters every mirror.

It's your fault he's losing control. You you would just let him have Johnny, it would all be fine. But you, you selfish bitch, want to keep Johnny all to yourself. Why? Because you've got a ring? Because you made a vow? Well, Simon makes a vow to himself. No matter how long it takes, he will make Johnny his.

[bartxnhood]

all the stars | atwow

| sully!family x fem!sully!reader

summary: based on this request.

warnings: reading feeling insecure, crying, jake and neytiri being the best parents to you

word bank: skxawng- idiot. ite- daughter. sa’nok - mother. itetsyip - little daughter(endearing). mawey - calm.

a/n: hi my lovies !! this is my first ever avatar piece so i’m so very sorry if it isn’t entirely accurate. i also haven’t seen twow yet (but i’ve basically had the entire movie spoiled so😭) so, im always open for criticism and feedback. also this didn’t go in the direction i wanted it to but i still hope you all enjoy this one <3

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requests open

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growing up as a sully had its hardships. you were different from the other na’vi people because of who your father was. they saw you differently, you had an extra finger, and you were slightly shorter than your siblings and the people in your village.

but, it never stopped your family from loving you unconditionally. jake was your number one supporter, as his firstborn daughter he was highly protective of you but he gave you the freedom you deserved because he knew you could handle yourself and he always kept an eye out for you.

neytiri, your mother was strong, brave, and capable of anything she had to do. you took a lot after her, you were skilled when it came to hunting. she taught you everything you knew. she was so proud to be your mother, to have you as her daughter. you were the most beautiful thing she had done.

you were very close with your siblings. growing up, you were still young with lo’ak was born but with kiri and tuk you would always play with them, you were the big sister everyone dreamed of.

with neteyam, it was different. sure, he may be older but you were always a helping hand if he needed you. or, if he was having a hard time he always came to you. he took care of you as an older brother should, but sometimes he just needs a shoulder to lean on.

“y/n!” tuk cheered as you walked back to your home, you had gone out with kiri for a while to enjoy nature and help your sister find some items for her jewelry making. “tuk-tuk!” you beamed as she ran into your arms. “i made you something!” she handed you a piece of jewelry she had made, “oh my, ewya, this is gorgeous!” you grinned, “thank you” she watched as you put the piece on and she giggled. “so pretty!” tuk left your embrace, leading you back home where you were met with the rest of your family.

on one occasion, lo’ak, neteyam, and your father went out to hunt for a while but when they returned you knew the atmosphere was dull. mostly coming from lo’ak, you felt his sadness. “did he yell at you again?” you pulled lo’ak to the side he nodded, hanging his head low. “i’ll talk with him, okay?” you smiled, bringing your younger brother into a hug. “stay out of trouble, skxawng” the both of you laughed.

you were the daughter and sister they adored.

though, when you arrived at the metkayina clan things shifted. you weren’t as happy as you used to be, and it was hard adjusting to the different lifestyle. it didn’t help how the people saw you as a demon, often making comments on your appearance.

of course, you changed. you were slowly beginning to hate yourself.

“ma ite” your ears perked up, whipping your head around to find your mother who was approaching. “sa’nok” you answered, looking down at the sand. “what is wrong my child?” she questioned, coming by your side. it was late into the night, you weren’t able to sleep. you were tired of being alone with your mind so, you decided to get up and sit for a while in attempts to clear your head.

your family had moved to the oceanside in hopes of refuge. unlike the others, you felt alone. compared to the forest this was all so different, you missed playing in the trees, laying in the lush forest grass with your siblings. getting used to the sand and water was different, but oh was it beautiful.

the others noticed how you were different they’d poke fun at your height, your hands, your fingers, and your hair. it hurt, you’d stay up every night wondering if you were the problem.

were you that much of a disappointment to your family?

you shrugged, turning and facing the sea. “i don’t know, mother” you lied, fidgeting with your fingers. “just could not sleep” you felt her hand rest on your shoulder, of course, you knew that she knew something was wrong. it was your mother, she knew everything. “something is troubling you” you nodded, pursing your lips. “what is it, my child?” tears welled in your eyes, ears flattened as you looked at your lap. “i’m alien. everyone hates me.”

neytiri felt her heartbreak, seeing you like this and thinking people could hate you. how could anyone hate her special girl? she pulled you close to her, resting her head on yours as you quietly sobbed into her chest “oh..itetsyip” she cooed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

“what’s going on?” jake emerges from the hut after hearing a bit of commotion. you both raised your head turning back to find your father. his eyes scanned you, and seeing your puffy eyes he went into full dad mode. then, he looked at neytiri and they held eye contact for a moment.

you weren’t okay.

“what’s wrong, babygirl?” he asked, coming to your side. you felt a lump in your throat when he asked, all this time you had been bottling it up and now, you were about to explode. “i’m so tired” you cried, falling into his arms. jake held you tightly, neytiri rubbing your back gently, “shhh, mawey mawey.” your mother hushed your cries.

“i’m sorry if i’m a disappointment, father. i’m trying my hardest” you cried into his arms. you weren’t able to take the pain much longer. you began to hate yourself. “look at me.” he pulled you from his embrace, holding your face. “you are not a disappointment. i don’t want you to ever say that about yourself again, okay?”

as a father, you’d never want to hear your children say they were a disappointment. you were the greatest thing jake ever did. “yes sir” you nodded, wiping away your tears. “my daughter.” neytiri grabbed your attention, wiping away your tears. “ewya blessed me with the honor of being your mother.” she smiled sadly, “more than all of the stars in the sky, you are so loved. ma y/n” she pressed a kiss on the top of your head.

“let us go to bed now, it is late.” she stood up, reaching for your hands and jake followed suit.

[lnfours]

* ✰. — make a friendship bracelet

hi jordan, congrats on your 11k!! i just saw your event, and i couldn't resist making a request with my favorite album 🙈 could you do "paper rings"? please and thank youuu!! 🩷🫶

omg hi lovie!!! thank you so much! 🥹🫂🫂 lover supremacy! 😤

join the 11k celebration!

it started as an inside joke, using straw wrappers from your drinks whenever you’d go out to eat. you had watched him curiously as he twisted and folded the small bit of paper into a circle, a smile on his face as he held his hand out for you. you laughed with him, giving him your hand as he slipped the makeshift ring onto your finger. he placed a soft kiss on top of it.

“one day it’ll be a real one.”

and it became a running thing. every time there was a straw wrapper or a little piece of paper he could makeshift into a ring, he would. and you saved every single one, adding them to your jewelry box until you had so many that they needed their own little box. they sat on your dresser, right next to the framed pictures you had from over the years. years of friendship that had turned into something more. the best kind of accident there was.

you had gotten home from work, flowers and candles laid out on the kitchen counter. the dining room set with the fancy china you only used on special occasions. your favorite bottle of wine on the table in front of your place.

you smiled at him, “what’s all this for?”

he shrugged, a smile on his face too, “just a little something special for you, ‘s all.”

you walked over to him, letting him pull you in for a kiss. and another. and one more. because his kisses always came in threes. and after you had both pulled away, both of you talking about your days as he finished fixing the dinner on the stove, he couldn’t help but think about the ring box in his pocket.

he had kept his promise.

[sturniolo-rat]

✨Matt Sturniolo Headcanons✨

For Boxer Girlies🥊

👊🏽 Matt loves that you’re strong

On any given day you could absolutely body Matt in an arm wrestling match and he absolutely loves that. You can even pick him up like a baby. “Help me! I’m so fucking tired.” He collapses onto your shoulder and you pick him up bridal style and take him to your room. He’s in no way insecure about your strength. In fact he’s very happy that you can take care of yourself. He doesn’t have to worry about you when you go out by yourself. He worries anyway but he knows he doesn’t have to lol. Matt is always asking you to do little strong person tasks like open up jars and lift cases of water when he gets back from grocery shopping. You’re so helpful to have around “Thank you so much, Baby. You’re being an exceptionally good girl today. Can you think of any ways I can repay the favor?” 😉

👊🏽 He attends every match

Matt gets so into it when he watches you fight. That boy is hootin and hollerin cheering you on. Eventually you have to tell him to control himself because it’s distracting as fuck and he accidentally got you punched in the face. He feels so bad he decides to spoil you for the entirety of the next day. He takes you to your favorite store “I’ll get you anything you want, My Love.” And he takes you out to get matching Cartier earrings. He also does this whenever you lose a match or get a bad Injury. Needless to say you have a good amount of designer clothes and jewelry.

👊🏽 He takes care of your injuries

Matt literally gets CPR, AED, and First Aid certified from Red Cross because he always wants to be able to take care of you. The boy is always monitoring you for signs of a concussion and he takes note of every punch you take to make sure he checks those areas specifically when y’all get home. “Arms up, Lovie. Gotta check your left ribs. I saw she got you there good in the second round.”He sits you on his lap and takes a look at your face and neck before he kisses all of the bruises on your upper body. “I know you feel all beat up, Sweetness, but do you want me to go lower?”

👊🏽 He makes you feel fragile and protected

Sometimes you get tired of feeling big and tough and you want to feel vulnerable and feminine. Matt will always make you feel like a lady. He runs a bath for you and washes your hair every Sunday and makes sure caress every part of your body. He’s not doing anything sexual he’s just showing his appreciation. Every night before you sleep he makes you tell him all about your day. Whenever you’re done telling him he he almost always has to say “No, baby. I don’t just want to know what happened. I won’t let you sleep until you tell me your feelings about today. You don’t have to be strong around me. Just let me take care of you.”

@nyktox-lover Idk if this is what you wanted but if you request it again I’ll come up with more and try to make them better

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[readwritealldayallnight]

Showing Off

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

wc: 990 words

warnings/tags: fluff, briefest allusions to smut

“What do you think about this one, Si?” You ask as you pick up one of the grocery store’s apples, not even really bothering to look at which one you grab. You shove it in front of his face, twisting it around so that he sees more of your hand than the fruit itself.

“Looks fine to me, love”

“Mmm, actually how about this one?” You quickly switch out apples, presenting him another one in the same manner, his eyes seeing more of your hand than what it holds.

“S’alright.”

“Okay, well, where do you think we should go next? That way towards bread? Or maybe the aisle this way?” You ponder, making a big show of waving your left hand back and forth in front of his face as you point. From behind the black surgical mask he wears, you hear him scoff in amusement, but his eyes cannot contain the love he holds for you as he snatches your wrist in his much larger palm. He brings your left hand up to his lips through the mask and gives your newest piece of jewelry a kiss.

“Follow ya wherever ya take me, love.” He says, threading his fingers through yours as he nudges the shopping cart with his hip, and true to his word, follows you wherever you take him.

‘Do you think we need any more dish soap?’ accompanied by a photo of your left hand pointing towards a store shelf, your ring front and center.

‘Nails are painted! Got the colour you picked ;)’ sent along with a photo of your nails on your left hand.

‘Ever noticed how soft the brown blanket is? We never take out the brown blanket’ reads the message, in addition to a short video of you petting said blanket for a few seconds, before zooming in and out dramatically on your ring.

‘Don’t mind me, just putting clothes away :)’ are the words that accompany a photo of your left hand atop a pile of laundry. You’ve circled your ring in bright red and drawn little hearts around it.

He finally is able to check his messages after a long day on base. He sees all the notifications from you and can’t help but roll his eyes while a smirk stays plastered across his face, hidden behind his mask, as he goes through them all. You’re adorable. He’s so in love with you it hurts.

“Wait!! Let me do it!” You squeak, noticing which jacket Simon has just thrown over his broad shoulders and looped his muscular arms through. He chuckles softly to himself and slowly shakes his head in disbelief, yet he still keeps his hands at his sides, allowing you to come up behind him. The both of you angle yourselves so that Simon is facing the mirror you hung up in the foyer not long after moving in with him. He’s not so bothered by what he sees in his reflection nowadays. Especially when it more often than not shows him with his pretty little bird by his side.

He hears your sweet little giggle that you try to muffle into the fabric of his jacket, and his smile widens, knowing how pleased you are with yourself that he’s putting up with your antics. He feels your left hand creep its way between his side and his arm, sneaking its way towards the front where you find his zipper. He uses his right hand to pass you the other side of the jacket and helps you to fasten it (listen your fiancé is just so broad, it’s easier if you just let him help you start the zipper okay lovie, then he’ll let you do it all on your own).

He turns his gaze towards the mirror, where he watches your much smaller hand ever so slowly inch the zipper up his abdomen towards his chest, admiring how the ring he slipped on your finger for the first time only so many days ago glistens in the light. Eventually your little hand and its new pretty accessory make its way up to his throat, where your soft fingers fingers slowly reach up and pet the skin they find there. If it looks like he’s blushing when you slip your hand back and come around to face him, you don’t have long enough to comment before he’s dropped down to a knee and is grabbing your preferred pair of shoes of the shoe rack.

He juts his chin towards your legs, letting you know he wants you to lift a foot. You lean back against the wall and raise your foot for him, enchanted by the way his larger than life hands grasp your ankle as if he were handling a newborn fawn, delicately slipping your shoe on for you, before pressing a kiss to your knee, and wordlessly repeating each step with diligence with the next foot.

He stands to his full height, where you now find yourself trapped between the wall and his hulking frame. You grab his left hand with both of yours, folding his fingers so that you can press a soft kiss to the spot where you hope he too will one day adorn his own shining band. His already lovesick gaze softens even further as you smile sweetly up at him, allowing him to cradle your cheek with his palm.

“Do you think you’ll want to wear a ring, Si? Wear it on your tags at work maybe, if it gets in the way of gloves or-”

“‘Course I’ll wear a ring swee’heart.” He cuts you off, leaning in to press his own soft kiss to the edge of your mouth. “I’ll let ya slip any ring you want on my finger.” He adds with another kiss to the other corner of your mouth. “And then I’ll make ya watch as ya get that ring all wet on my fingers.”

…

“We don’t actually need a ceremony right? Courthouse good with you? How’s tomorrow??”

[strawberrylovie]

「 ✦ Lovie's Introduction ✦ 」

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Name(s): Lovie/Francis. I don't mind either name! :3

Age: I am a minor. I will not specify what age I am exactly but know that I am below the age of 16.

Birthday: September 1st !!

Timezone: CST

I am Aroace and genderfluid <3 My introduction is kind of boring, so I apologize! I pinky promise I'll be doing more interesting things eventually. (Fandoms and other info under the cut)

ִֶָ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ Interests/Hobbies: Painting, reading, exploring, collecting rubber ducks, making jewelry, etc. ^^

I like: Greek mythology, PJO/HoO/ToA, napping, cryptids, Sanrio, pink, crafting, Ouran High School Host Club, swans, racoons, dogs, animals, nature, The Little Prince, etc.!!

I dislike: Rude people, roaches, spiders, deep waters.

Favorite music artists: Alex G <333 Tyler, the Creator, Mitski, Adrianne Lenker, Weezer, Jack Stauber, TV Girl, Mac DeMarco, Ayesha Erotica, Rabbitology, Mother Mother, MARINA, and Gorillaz <3

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

Fandoms I'm in and will write for :

Percy Jackson and the Olympians + Heroes of Olympus + Trials of Apollo

School Bus Graveyard

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun

Jackson's Diary (WEBTOON)

Sally Face

There are more, but I currently CANNOT remember 😓

༘⋆♡⸝⸝💌⊹。°˖➴

Rules for asks/requests:

No smut/NSFW, I am a minor and I do not feel comfortable writing things like that

Please be polite when you ask/request something, or your message will be deleted!!!

Please do not send any asks or requests if they are closed. I can't guarantee I will always be free to have my asks open 24/7

Thank you for reading, if you've gotten this far <3 Have a nice day or night, make sure to drink water and eat something if you haven't already ^^ feel free to ask a question or two to get to know me better :3

[gracev0609]

Welcome to the realm of Iced Chai!

Stay awhile...

This is purely fiction. I do not know any of the people mentioned, nor do I pretend to know them. Everything I write is 18+ and explicit,so minors DNI!

Stories under the cut

The Iced Chai Universe can be read in order, or as individual fics. Although I do think its more fun to read them in order ❤️

The original, Iced Vanilla Chai with Oat Milk

Iced Chai - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader

You accidentally steal Josh's drink at a local coffee shop and it leads you into a whirlwind romance.

Iced Chai Latte, with a shot of Espresso

Keys - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny

(Polyamorous Relationship)

You go to a friend's key party with Josh, and the both of you leave with another friend of his.

Cinnamon Bun Latte

Room Key - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny (Polyamorous Relationship)

You meet up with Josh on tour and end up having another threesome with Danny.

Pumpkin Spice Latte

Sundays - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny (Polyamorous Relationship)

You have been dating both Josh and Danny for a little while now. After a sexy Sunday romp in the sheets you all go to breakfast and then the craft store.

Gingerbread Latte

Giving & Receiving - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny ( Polyamorous Relationship)

You travel to Frankenmuth to celebrate Thanksgiving with the boys families and you discover some life changing news.

Peppermint Mocha

Love to Keep Me Warm - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny ( Polyamorous Relationship)

You spend Christmas in Frankenmuth and Josh tells your families about your new addition.

Strawberry Green Tea

Be My Valentine - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny ( Polyamorous Relationship)

You spend Valentine's Day with the boys and after you tire for the day Josh and Danny spend some time professing their love to each other.

Honey Lavender Latte

Forever With You - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny ( Polyamorous Relationship)

Danny decides to propose to you and Josh with the notion of getting permanent jewelry. You invite all your friends and family to your home to celebrate your love.

Iced Matcha Latte

Greatest Gift - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny (Polyamorous Relationship)

You celebrate your baby shower, admittedly too close to your due date, and you end up welcoming your new addition to the family.

Caramel Vanilla Iced Breve

My Heart's Always Yours - Josh X Queer Plus Size Reader X Danny (Polyamorous Relationship)

After having your baby you haven't been feeling good about your body, Josh and Danny are determined to change that.

Rocky Road Mocha

Plaything - Josh X Danny X Queer Plus Size Reader (Polyamorous Relationship)

Josh and Danny go out on a date, and Josh is determined to make this evening go the way he planned.

Lavender Lemonade

I Can Be Myself With You - Josh X Danny X Queer Plus Size Reader (Polyamorous Relationship)

Y/N, Josh, Danny and Hazel go to their local Pride in the Park.

London Fog

Sleepovers & Baby Snuggles - Josh X Danny X Y/N (Polyamorous Relationship) Ft. Uncle Jake

Uncle Jake watches Hazel overnight for the first time.

Black Tea Sweetened With Honey

Welcome Home Honey - Iced Chai Jake

Jake has some incredible news for his family.

Blueberry Vanilla Iced Latte

I Love You More - Josh X Danny X Queer Plus Size Reader (Polyamorous Relationship)

Josh, Danny and Y/N explore a new kink.

Cinnamon Vanilla Iced Coffee

Seriously, You Look Really Good Like That... - Josh X Danny X Queer Plus Size Reader (Polyamorous Relationship)

Josh, Danny and their Lovie play with their body modifications.

Iced Chai Universe Blurbs-

Oh, Baby! - Y/N reveals to Josh and Danny the gender of their baby.

You Look Good Like That - Josh and Danny get body mods.

Cutest Pumpkin in the Patch - The Iced Chai gang takes Hazel to the pumpkin patch.

Holiday Blurb '24 - The Iced Chai gang unexpectedly spends Christmas at home and prepares to make the best of it.

One Shots / Blurbs-

Bump In The Night-Josh

Need You-Jake

Valentine's Day '24-Josh

Young in the Night-Josh (80s AU)

Claim Me-Josh

Lavender Girl-Josh (Requested)

Free Love-Josh

Ease Your Pain-Josh (period sex)

Danny Blurb

Easily in Love - Josh X Love (Requested)

Strawberry Moon - Josh (witchy & breeding kink)

Collaborations with @losfacedevil -

I Was Born to Love You Series, Dad! GVF

I Was Born to Love You Part 1

I Was Born to Love You Part 2

I Was Born to Love You Part 3

IWBTLY Josh Blurb Morning Light

I Was Born to Love You Jake's Version Pt 1

I Was Born to Love You Jake's Version Pt 2

I Was Born to Love You Jake's Version Pt 3

IWBTLY Uncle Josh and Emma Blurb

I Was Born to Love You Sam's Version Pt 1

Collaborations with @lipstickitty -

Join our Taglist HERE ❤️

Between the Two of You - Jake X Chris X Reader

Between the Two of You - Jake X Chris X Reader Pt.2

Need You Close - Josh X Danny

Need You Close Pt.2 - Josh X Danny

Need You Close Pt.3 - Josh X Danny

Need You Close Pt.4 - Josh X Danny

Get Your Blood Pumping - Josh X Reader

For the Fans - Only Fans Danny

Whatever You Need - Danny X Reader

Dirty Love - Josh X Danny (Angst/ Heartbreak)

Love Blooms - Josh X OC (Caroline)

On the Rocks - Tattooed and Pierced Danny

Peaches & Cream - Roommate Danny

[babydollmarauders]

happy valentine’s day faithlynn! can i ask what jack is doing for lovie and el this valentine’s day? 🩷

happy valentine’s day, love!! i hope you have a beautiful day!

jack and lovie actually have a valentine’s tradition! every year, jack gets lovie a bouquet of lilies and a piece of jewelry! this year the jewelry is a ring that he told her he knew as soon as he saw it that she had to have it. he also gets her a cake sample box from a bakery and they eat it together after el goes to sleep.

he got el a little mini bouquet of roses and a little charm bracelet for her to wear when she gets a little older. he plans to give her a charm to add every valentine’s day! and of course, he got her a little box of chocolates because she had to have a sweet of some kind

[princess-alora-speaks]

welcome to my blog :)))

i wanna be close to you

✧˚ · . hi my lovies! — you can call me alora or princess. anything else is fine too as long as it's kind :) this is my side blog for yapping so i can't follow back

✧˚ · . about me — 19 ୨୧ stem major ୨୧ bisexual??? ୨୧ blondie ୨୧ libra ୨୧ INFP ୨୧ future girl mom ୨୧

✧˚ · . things i love — taylor swift ♡ noah kahan ♡ gracie abrams ♡ chappell roan ♡ my moots on my main blog ♡ the color pink ♡ snuggles ♡ sweet girls ♡ wcbb ♡ my dino stuffies ♡ criminal minds ♡ naps ♡ journaling ♡ gold jewelry ♡ ribbons and bows ♡ makeup ♡ sundresses ♡ frozen margs ♡ iced chai ♡

✧˚ · . DNI — men, minors, meanies, homophobes, racists, trolls, zionists.

✧˚ · . main blog (wcbb)

[lunarrosespirits]

Cynthia the Succubus Siren [Mod Lilac]

Name: Cynthia

Species: Succubus Siren

Pronouns: She/Her

Alignment: Rose

Likes: makeup, beauty, self-care, jewelry, accessories, fashion, love, friendship, sisterhood, socializing

Dislikes: petty drama, cattiness, "pick me" people, bugs/insects, most sports (in her words ugh, why?)

Keywords: pampered, graceful, fun, friendly, flirty, open, social, genuine

Family Requirements: Cynthia is looking for someone who is 21+ years old, looking for a platonic companion at the moment, but is open to more should it happen organically. As a rose alignment she is for an intermediate practitioner.

Message: Babesssss! I am BEYOND thrilled to be here. I tried this before but totally chickened out lol. I can't wait to chat more with all of you lovies! kiss kiss!

Adoption Fee: $85

To chat with Cynthia, request visits, to find the link to our companion application or to put in an invitation for her to join your family, please visit our Discord!