#luckiest chicken alive

[aajjks]

Destiny (m)

synopsis. You can’t say no to him, it’s his birthday after all.

warnings. söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, hê ïs sö përsüäsïvë, ünhëälthy rëlätïönshïp, yändêrê jk 10x.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MAN I LOVE. please send asks for my jk’s, what do you love the most about jk? I love him, I hope you guys will love this as well, so what’s your answer going to be?

He just loves you so much.

Jungkook knows it’s unhealthy but he doesn’t care. You are everything to him, you’re his reason for everything, you’re the centre of his universe.

He wants to be with you forever, you’re both perfect for each other, God made you for him, and him for you.

Jungkook is a firm believer in destiny and he believes that you’re his destiny.

So that’s why he’s going to make you his tonight, forever.

You are nervous,

When it comes to your boyfriend you’re always tense.

You want to be happy, excited for your date tonight with him but all you feel is nervous, maybe it’s because you’re not sure about how he’s going to react to what you’re about to tell him.

Jungkook was always unpredictable.

As you sit right across him, you feel his eyes on you, you can’t really look at him without looking away, or playing with your nails. Your anxiety is rising through the roof.

Maybe you shouldn’t today, it’s his birthday after all, but it’s really now or never. Your courage is barely enough today, you’ll chicken out the next day.

“Baby? You okay?”

The feeling of his right tattooed hand on yours and his voice pulls you out of your inner dilemma, you blink twice, he looks so happy and beautiful. His eyes are filled with love for you, he looks at you like you’re his whole world.

And that scares you a little.

You nod to jungkook and he squeezes your hand again. “Just thinking about you, kook.” You reply, the night is so calm, the atmosphere is so peaceful yet Jungkook’s eyes don’t let you calm down.

“The food was so delicious right YN???? Also I ordered their top desert too, I hope you’ll enjoy it! I know we have my birthday cake too but I thought you should taste their special too, it’s so tasty I love it.”

“I am so happy I am spending my birthday with you YN.” The man gushes like a teen boy, never leaving your hand, “you know I love you a lot, so much.” He sighs like this is a dream he never wants to wake up from.

“You love me too right?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, why does he always ask you this question? His need to be reassured drives you insane sometimes, he knows the answer yet why?

“Of course.”

A huge smiles breaks out from his lips, his eyes crinkle so sweetly, his cheeks are almost red, your boyfriend blushes softly and giggles.

“Then, you’re going to love my surprise YN.”

Your furrow your brows.

“Actually Jungkook I need to tell- no YN. Not now please.” You close your mouth, anxiety rushes through you as you watch him stand up from the table, what is he doing?

You don’t get it, it’s his birthday yet he’s giving you a surprise? 

Your eyes follow his as you watch him walk closer to you and you are too focused on him to utter a word, he looks at you and halts his movement, looking at you with his deep brown orbs.

“B-Babe what are you doing??”

It’s all too quick, he’s on one knee, as he puts his hand into his pocket, and takes out a velvet black box. Your heartbeat is going crazy.

No no no!!!

“JUNGKOOK!- YN. Will you make me the luckiest man alive, will you marry me?”

You can’t breathe, it feels so suffocating suddenly, his words hit you like a brick, ringing repeatedly in your ears. You want to cry.

You didn’t want this, not right now.

You stare at him dumbfounded, your mouth feels too dry to say anything, Jungkook stares back at you with eagerness jumping in his eyes, they are sparkling so much.

You watch as he openes the box, the ring takes your attention away from him, it’s gorgeous, it’s too big.

It looks too expensive.

“YN do you see the ring? I had it custom made, do you see these stones? These are yours and mine birth stones, and the diamond is in the middle of them. Do you like it?”

You stand up, speechless, “J-Jungkook….” He doesn’t move from his position, “please say yes YN. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you so much, please fulfill my birthday wish and marry me.”

You feel so helpless right now, he’s making you feel so weak, the look in his eyes is too strong. He loves you so much.

“I’ll make you the happiest woman YN, I’ll always take care of you and love you unconditionally, please baby, marry me.”

Jungkook is quick to grab your hand. “Baby say something, you know you can’t say no, I won’t accept it, say yes, say yes to me.”

this is exactly why you don’t want to marry him.

“I…I…”

“Just one yes YN, I’ll do anything… please marry me.”

[icyblogs]

anyone still thinking about fallout? haha anyways here’s more ghoul!ghost (-‘:

Fallout!AU Ghoul!Ghost x Vaulter!Fem!Reader i’d imagine this takes some time after the events of this. but can be read by itself. (: WC: 2.6K Warnings: dark fic, noncon, mdni. Note: thinking about how ghouls canonly are sterile. this is a known fact, only slightly broken by the miracle that is Saint Monica from Fallout 3- which to this day i’m still not sure if it was some sort of gospel or not as it was from Father Clifford, but regardless. 

“Well um, well, our community is always looking for new members, we’d be happy to have you!” Brown eyes drift down at your familiar form, tilting his head as he watches your mannerisms as you flit around nervously, too polite to outwardly refuse him. His joints ache as they pop absentmindedly by his side, fingers twitching to dig into the soft flesh of your waist- to claw into your skin, aching to reinstate his claim. “And, there’s a lot of homes being built still as you can see but uh-, but I have a guest room here if you’d like to stay here. Our overseer says there might be a storm coming tonight!”  

“Is tha’ right, honey?” Simon croons- voice reverberating in the quiet evening, gloved hand coming up to rest on the top of the doorsill. He leans forwards, soaking in the way you slink backwards into the house, your eyes traveling down the expanse of his broad body. 

He was truly a bad man, made worse by this wasteland, you should be running for the hills- not offering him a place in your home. Like letting a wolf into a chicken coop; an insatiable beast that once it had the taste of you, it wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left. To tear you apart- aching to see if you tasted like how he remembered; saccharine ichor, sweet candy floss- it was enough to make his teeth grit, molars grinding together. 

His eyes drift down to your left hand, noticing the blatant lack of jewelry, jaw clicking in place. No ring, no memory- it was.. not what he had anticipated when he first approached you later that evening after the communal dinner. Maybe it was blissful thinking that when you’d notice him, your eyes would light up- and you’d run at him- into his awaiting embrace, where you belonged. With your husband.  

But, the wasteland had never been kind to him, so why would it continue to be now?

It was mocking in a way, dangling something in front of him, like a piece of meat to a starved, old, dog- one that salivated at the mere thought of it. Of you.

It really was obsolete, how could the world think of keeping the two of you apart? You didn’t belong here with this.. community. With these people. Don’t worry, he’d show you the right way of the world. No need to stay with these vaulters, filling your head about how the world now supposedly worked- this place would probably be blown up in a year or so by some fanatics- why bother staying here?

But if you insisted on playing house here just for a little while, he’d be happy to oblige for a day. Maybe two if he was feeling generous Then you’ll come back home with him in the little slice of territory he’s carved out (blood feeding the plants, bone-marrow for the fertilizer, built on a burial ground of his own creation) to spend the rest of your time together, alone. The way it should’ve been. Maybe chained to the bed so he’d know where you’d be at all the time, so you wouldn’t get lost again. 

All safe and sound.

See, Simon never believed in luck nor fate until he met you all those years ago. And it’s pretty damn hard to deny that it exists when you’re standing in front of him more than two centuries later, and he may as well consider himself the luckiest man alive. 

“I, Simon Riley take you to be my wife.” 

He finds solace with you- even if you don’t remember who he was. Even if you fight against him as he makes himself at home, all but slamming the door behind himself; mud-trodden boots tracking along the wood, smearing dirt and crimson. You don’t have your ring anymore, but that’s okay- he’ll give you a new one so you know who you belong to. Rings of teeth (chipped, missing) along the column of your throat, scarring until there’s no concept of a misunderstanding left. 

“To have and to hold from this day forwards.”

It wasn’t your fault that you’d forgotten who you were- wasn’t your fault that you didn’t immediately go searching for him when you had woken up, but it was alright. He’d teach you. Break you apart and take the pieces, building you right back up to how he remembered you. 

Eventually to a point where he didn’t have to tie your arms behind your back with a belt or stuff a rag in your mouth to muffle your cries for help. As much as he loved seeing you bound- as much as he loved hearing your noises— it would be a shame to pick through any more corpses for the bullet going through the skull of anyone trying to interrupt the reunion. 

“For better or for worse. For richer or for poorer.”

He thinks he’s in heaven, sitting between your spread legs- a bruising grip on your thigh, the other on your stomach, keeping you firmly situated on the bed. Trying his best to ignore the garbled whimper when he pulls down his bandana, watching as your eyes fill with more tears at his face, or lack thereof. Truly earning his nickname, a grim reaper looming over your bound body, licking his chapped lips as he stares unblinkingly down at you. You looked scared but.. it’s okay. Your husband‘s here now, no need to worry.

He leans down to rest against your knee, scarred cheek against soft skin, giving a chaste kiss. He goes up, leaving a trail of wet kisses along the skin up to the gusset of your underwear, trying to recall how you smelt- and he groans, providing an open mouthed kiss to the fabric. Breath warm, reverent as he peers up at you, soaking in how your cheeks looked warm, the moonlight from the outside casting an ethereal glow. 

“Poor girl been all neglected, hasn’t she?” He grumbles- giving the fabric another chaste kiss as he peels it off your skin and watches as you writhe beneath him, like a mouse caught by a viper, struggling so much that it only causes his hold on you that much tighter. Fingertips absentmindedly petting against your stomach, making their way up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples to stiff peaks. He was languid with it, like he had all the time in the world. Now, he supposed he did. Slowly, softly- treating you as if you were glass. As if one wrong move would cause you to disappear. Tongue laying flat as he makes out with your pussy, relishing it the way it gushes for him- or how your hips buck when he sucks on your clit just right. 

Simon worked you like he was orchestrating a band- each string plucked to perfection, remembering exactly what you liked like you were the back of his hand- knowing what made you tick. What made you unravel. His free hand slips between your legs, causing your thighs to squeeze around his head when one of his fingers starts to coax you open. It wouldn’t be the most terrible way to go out, if it was from you. 

Taking his sweet time working you to the edge and then over promptly, eyes rolling back as he laps at your cunt as if your juices was nectar- pure ambrosia. Liquid gold- you really did taste just as sweet as he remembered. He holds you firmly down as he continues to work your high into overstimulation, it was messy- worshiping- tongue, mouth, teeth- and he brings you crashing over the edge for a second time before finally pulling back, watching as you tremble beneath him, eyes a little bit glassy. Brain practically melting out of your ears, unable to really focus- tears slipping down your cheeks, breathing in deeply through your nose as you try and regain some sense of coherence. 

He’s never thought you looked more beautiful.

“In sickness and in health.”

It was easy to forget what home was like. Years of corrosion- sinking into grooves of his brain, plaguing his thoughts. Paranoia, questioning— so many voices that it was hard to think. Yet as he looks down at your already tuckered out form, he only smiles- feeling at peace. No voices whispering in his ear- no phantom pains, he felt relaxed, for the first time in a long while. Home was where you were, whether you knew it or not. 

Breathing staggered, he kneads at the meat of your thigh soothingly as he works to fish out his cock with one hand, giving it a few lazy pumps as he lines himself up, smearing arousal over your puffy clit. He rests one hand on your knee, notching the head at your entrance- watching you closely as you give a little shake of your head. 

“‘ou can take it for me, can’t you love?” He encourages, starting to make his way home. The first inch takes his breath away momentarily, and he moves your knees so they are up against your chest. Watching you flit around and flounder- eyes wide as you gasp for breath behind the rag. Drool falling from the corner of your lips, toes curling at the sheer stretch. 

“Tha’s it. Biggg stretch.” He continues to push in until he bottoms out. Thighs pressing to the back of yours, eyes fluttering at the sensation of your cunt tightening around him like a goddamn vice- “Feels like a fuckin’ dream, love. She remembers me huh? Even if you don’t- fuck-“ 

His hand finds your cheek, throat tightening as he sees your panicked expression, the furrowed eyebrows, staring back at him behind a wall of tears. It was enough to make him almost pull out to comfort you. Almost- you’d understand why he was doing this someday, even thank him for it. “It’s okay, deep breaths, yeah? You can do it.” He coaxes instead, pupils blown out as he looks down at where the two of you were connected, giving an experimental thrust, nearly coming at the pretty muffled moan that makes its way out of your throat. It’s been way too long.

“Feels good?” You shake your head, and his eyes crinkle as a smile graces his scarred lips, his thumb brushing away one of your tears. Going slow at first but he starts to get lost in the feeling of his cock drags in and out of your gummy walls— and he starts to go rougher, ignoring your little whimpers and whines. How your feet try and kick free out of the mating press, and he all but snarls, head dropping to the crook of your neck, teeth nipping- almost as a warning as he continues to fuck you into oblivion. 

“To love and to cherish.”

He used to imagine a family with you back then before the bombs dropped. Take a vacation, build a nursery together- paint the walls. Bring a little piece of the both of you into the world. You always did reassure him that his past didn’t define him, that he would be a good father. That he was enough.

Living this long.. had its downside. He knew that. It was an ouroboros, a constant loop, a mindfuck. It’s been hell on Earth. He’s accepted that, a phantom- a ghost living in this wasteland, thriving on those who were more surviving rather than the living. But he never really considered nor cared about a specific aspect of it. Sterile, never able to reproduce. 

Simon had once wondered if one day you’d sit outside with him, dinner on the stove, watching as he built a cradle. He could’ve just imagined the baby bump and his eyebrows furrow, picking up his pace as beads of sweat drip down his brow.

It was wishful thinking. But that’s all it was- wishful.

Maybe in another life— but damn did it sound appealing now. 

He continues to rut into you, nodding his head as if you were in on the conversation he was having with himself. He could just imagine your stomach all round he starts to pant, dark eyes peering down at you. “Yeah you’d been such a good mama, huh? You’d give me a whole litter of them, wouldn’t you?” His hips stutter, squeezing his eyes closed as he hears your garbled sobbing. Trying to get air through the rag, nostrils flaring for breath. His lips drag up your jaw, gently kissing your eyelids as you keep them squeezed shut, muffled whimpers behind the cloth. “I love you so much. Missed ’ou baby.”

His pace stutters once- twice more and he lets out a guttural groan, releasing up against the base of your cervix. He glances down again, staring unabashedly at the milky fluid coating the base of his cock and his head goes a bit fuzzy at the sight. 

The sound of thunder booms outside, rattling the window as the moment comes to an end. Pulling out, he hums as he shrugs off his jacket, ignoring your small sounds of protests as he lays down on the bed next to you.

He easily maneuvers you, his chest facing yours as he starts to slot himself back between your legs. “Settle, jus’ relax love.” He spreads the combined come around before pushing it back inside, keeping you nice and plugged up. “I’m going to remove the rag, you’re not going to scream are you?” 

You look at the stranger- the man? Monster- it was hard to tell but you shake your head regardless, trying to appease him. “Course you won’t. Because you’re my good girl- and you wouldn’t lie to me.” Bringing the fabric out of your mouth causes a whine, jaw tingling and aching as you lick your lips, trying to regain some sort of hydration. 

“Pl- Please I don’t understand I- why are you doing this— please sir-“

“Simon. Don’ want you calling me anything else.” He interrupts your panicked rambling, frowning as he leans down and capturing your lips in a kiss. Soft, gentle— longing. Even if your eyes were wide and terrified, shaking like a leaf, flinching as you look back at his mangled face. “Now sleep. Don’t want any more talking out of you tonight okay?”

When you don’t respond he nudges your chin up, his brow-bone raising expectantly. “We have a long day tomorrow, don’ want you to be tired, okay?” You catch your lip between your teeth, hiccuping and confused. Eventually nodding, letting out a little squeak when he squeezes your waist, fingers brushing over the leather of the belt. “I know it hurts love, I know- ‘ll let you out of these in the morning alright, just don’t want you to gettin’ into any trouble.” Another smile, and he leans down kissing away the tears falling. “I’m glad you’re here.”

For the first time in years, he feels genuinely content, one leg over yours as he throws an arm around your shoulders, chin notching in on the top of your head. He doesn’t sleep that night, listening to your breathing as you finally fall asleep after a bit of struggling, fingertips absentmindedly trailing up and down your spine. He hears the steady pulse of your heart- sees the rise and fall of your chest, and he smiles, leaning down and kissing your temple. 

You were here. Doesn’t matter how, but you were here. Your current state was a problem- sure- but you had all the time in the world to get reacquainted again, and you’d learn to be happy again. To love him again. 

“Until death does us part.” 

“For this is my solemn vow.”

[uhohdad]

Can’t wait until the aftermath to come out!! By any chance can you give more headcanons on König and reader?? 👀👀

well duh darling i’ve only been waaaaaiting for y’all to ask

‼️ ⚠️ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU BELOW⚠️ ‼️

• Konig hated the whiskey. hated the taste, hated the smell, hated the way it made his brain foggy. he only drank it on the train bc he thought it would make Reader think he’s cool 😭

• another reason konig didn’t want to go on the balcony is because he’s afraid of heights. he only did it to hang out with Reader

• seeing Reader in a jacket in his size ahbsbxhahhzxb he was so nervous to offer the jacket to her and seeing her drown in it was making him feel some type of way. you’re so small.

• in addition to watching her sleep the night before the games, he also stayed up late on the balcony to watch Reader sleep. felt like a straight creep he did.

• Konig always sits so far away from Reader because he’s terrified of making her uncomfortable, especially after getting turned on when her leg was on his. Also why he was so fucking baffled when Reader had her leg pressed to his on the train. He so badly wanted it to happen again but he didn’t want to push it. And it really speaks to the true elation he felt it when she was still alive at the end it literally brought him to a sprint to pull her in a hug that was tighter than it should have been.

• Konig’s not one to jump to violence, especially after the incident from his past - but when One called Reader a dog he had his fists clenched fs You’re his weak spot dude he’s always ready to throw hands for you. He feels like it’s his duty, especially since he feels the need to repay her for standing up for him. It really shows in (aside from literally killing for her) when he spoke out of turn to Price - something he would never do if it wasn’t concerning Reader. He really gagged the whole dinner table.

• Konig is especially awkward with Price. and vice versa. They don’t really ‘get’ each other. Konig still respects him and his opinion of him, though. He’s much closer with Ruby.

• god he is just so. enamored with Reader. he is just so happy that they have good banter. he just thinks everything she says is the most charming thing ever.

• I don’t think I can stress enough just how jealous our boy was when Titan was flirting with Reader. Nauseous. He had a whole ‘that’s so raven’ day-mare about you and Titan. The thought of him laying his hands on you. And knowing he had just upset you made him believe he just pushed you right into Titan’s arms. So relieved when you started talking shit on him.

• aside from being devastated that she was upset with him about considering allying with the careers, watching reader handle weapons did something to him.

• He feels so lost when you’re upset, and he has a tendency to blame himself and not the whole ‘being sent to your death thing’

• During Konig’s interview, he was sure Reader knew he had a crush on her. He thought the jig was up.

• I almost made Pluck have a full on moment after the interview, the night before the games - like throwing chairs, breaking glasses, and destroying the suite, but it didn’t end up making the final cut it just didn’t seem to flow with the story.

• It took hours for Konig to work up the courage to go to Reader’s room the night before the games - and he still chickened out.

• Konig was just as haunted if not more by Eleven. He could feel his neck snap.

• I’m screaming, crying, throwing up that I can’t give y’all more games fun facts since I don’t wanna spoil The Aftermath

• y’all ain’t gonna like this one but the TRUTH? Konig was sneaking mad looks at Reader at the waterfall when she wasn’t looking. felt like such a creep.

• felt like the luckiest man alive getting to carry her through the desert. what a simp.

• Konig is the love that cannot be reasoned with. Reader is the hate that cannot be reasoned with.

• Konig sacrificed himself because he couldn’t stand the thought of her not living, period. He truly believed she deserved to live more than him. Reader sacrificed herself partially because that was always the plan - but her motivation in regard to Konig was because she didn’t want to live without him. Her motivations were selfish while his were selfless.

• Reader’s spite was her downfall after all. Price warned her not to let it get the best of her and she ended up taking her own life because of it.

‘We’ll see who wakes up tomorrow, Konig.’

more TGWCM fun facts :)

[diazsdimples]

James' Fic Masterlist!

It was time for an update

A Snapshot In Time (General, 2.2k | Bucktommy)

When Buck and Tommy adopted their children, they didn’t exactly think about the logistics of taking a family photo. But now that their family is complete, Buck had decided that it was time to update the family photo from 3 years ago. And now, his child-wrangling skills are being put to the test. Naturally, the day that they have the photoshoot booked is a bit of a nightmare.

The heat of the moment (Explicit, 9.9k | Buddie)

Tired and frustrated after a long shift, Buck and Eddie take an impromptu trip to the sauna. Only problem is, it's a nude sauna, which Buck didn't notice when he booked them in. Thankfully the boys handle the slip up gracefully, and possibly break a few public sex laws in the process.

We built this family together (General, 6.9k | Buddietommy)

Evan Buckley knows he is one of the luckiest men alive. It’s taken him a long time to get to this point. After years of feeling as though he was stumbling through life, just barely managing to keep up with any blows the universe aimed at him, he finally feels confident about knowing exactly what his place in the world is. He is a firefighter. He is a partner. He is a father. And today, a mild day in the middle of June, he gets to celebrate being the latter. OR Buck, Eddie, and Tommy celebrate their first Father's Day with their babies.

How can this be wrong? (Explicit, 3.8k | Bucktommy)

A 7x09 coda where Tommy feels insecure about his place in Buck's life after the run in with Gerrard, and Buck fucks him in a supply closet to remind him about it.

Sweet child of mine (General, 3.4k | Bucktommy)

Buck and Tommy bring their daughter home from the hospital and enjoy their first few hours alone with a newborn baby. That's it. That's the fic.

For the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) (General, 10.6k | Buddie)

“Hey Buck! Are you doing anything today?” Christopher’s voice is a little tinny through his phone’s speaker, cracking a little. Buck hums, pretending to think. “Hmmmm, my diary looks pretty booked. Says right here that I’ve got to watch three episodes of crappy reality tv and then eat loads of fried chicken. I’m swamped.” “Buck,” Christopher says flatly and Buck laughs, loud and ringing through the loft. “I’m only kidding. What’s up, kid?” “The baby hippo has finally born at the zoo and we have to go see her! Can you come over today, please?” OR Buck, Eddie and Christopher go to the zoo to see the baby hippo and Eddie gets all up in his feels about it.

You've got me whipped (Explicit, 10.8k | Buddie)

“Make me,” Buck whispers, and although the words might sound like a challenge, Eddie can so clearly hear what Buck isn’t saying. The implicit make me, because I can’t make myself, and then, Eddie gets it. Buck needs him to be in control right now, to make Buck surrender himself to Eddie’s mercy so Buck doesn’t have to do anything, to feel anything more than he already is. Eddie reaches out a hand and runs it up Buck’s jaw, noting with satisfaction the way Buck shudders and leans into his touch. He traces his fingertips over Buck’s cheekbones, runs the pad of his thumb over Buck’s birthmark, before bringing his hand to rest in Buck’s blond curls. He curls his fist, pulling lightly on the strands of hair that slip between his fingers, then leans forward so his lips are brushing Buck’s ear as he exerts a minute amount of pressure to the top of Buck’s head. “I said,” he whispers into Buck’s ear, “on your knees.” OR Buck has a bad call and acts out afterwards in front of their colleagues, and Eddie punishes him when they get home.

In a drought I'll give you water (Explicit, 8.2k | Buddie)

Eddie’s hanging out the washing when he notices it. Just for the record, it’s not like he regularly inspects Buck’s underwear, thank you very much, but he’d felt something tacky on the inside of the flimsy fabric when he’d been about to peg it up, and had investigated like any sane person would do. Eddie’s initial thought is “fucking washing machine, can’t even wash out the laundry powder”, mostly because there’s a white residue under where his thumb was placed moments earlier and there’s been occasions when their black shirts have had clumps of laundry powder still on them despite the tossing about they’ve received in the washer. Or Eddie finds come on Buck's underwear and panics

Kilty Pleasures (Explicit, 8k | Buddie)

“What the hell are these?” Eddie asks with a quirked eyebrow, poking suspiciously at the tartan with his forefinger. Buck flops himself into the chair beside Eddie and steals a sip from his coffee cup. “Kilts!” he says with a grin and he drags one off the table and holds it up to show Eddie. It’s long, and dark, and made out of what looks suspiciously like faux leather, and almost certainly purchased from a sex shop. “I thought we could wear them to the festival tomorrow!” If Buck had a tail, it would be wagging so hard right now. Or Buck and Eddie discover they have kilt kinks.

Play me like a fiddle (Explicit, 34.3k | Buddie)

Eddie plays the French Horn for the Los Angeles Philharmonic and is told about the wonderful new cello soloist playing with them for this concert. He sounds like a pretentious asshole and Eddie vows not to like him. In walks Evan Buckley, cellist from New York and soloist for this concert. Eddie quickly realises he's in trouble as the man immediately casts a spell on him, turning Eddie into a blushing mess. Can he put aside his feelings for Buck long enough to remain a professional and get through this week without making any poor decisions? (Spoiler Alert: he cannot)

Buck's Baby (By Accident) (General, 119k | Buddie)

Buck's life is turned upside down when a newborn baby is placed on his doorstep, with allegations that it is his child. Buck quickly steps into his new role of "dad", with the help from his family and friends. Follow Buck, Aidan, Eddie and Christopher as they navigate new babies, blossoming relationships, illnesses, injuries and making their own little family.

Fucking Finally (Finally Fucking) (Explicit, 3.9k | Buddie)

“God you look so hot” Eddie growled as he took in Buck’s appearance, his hair messy from Eddie’s hands, his hips swollen from the force of their kiss and the bulge in his pants as plain as day as his erection strained against the fabric. Buck’s eyes raked up and down Eddie, finding his boyfriend in a similar state of arousal. “Not too bad yourself, Mr. Diaz” he smirked, wrapping a hand around Eddie’s waist and pulling them together once again, capturing him in another brain-melting kiss. They were interrupted by the comical “ding” of the elevator as it reached their floor and Eddie wasted no time pulling Buck out, dragging him down the hallway to their room. OR Buck and Eddie stay at a hotel after their first date and finally get some time to themselves without crying kids

Burning With Need (Explicit, 3.8k | Buddie)

“Buck, what is going on?” he asked, sitting upright. “You’re fidgeting so much”. Buck looked up quickly, peering at Eddie through one open eye. “Nothing, nothing I’m fine” he replied, his cheeks flushing slightly. “That’s a lie and we both know it” Eddie rolled his eyes and reached over to prod the skin where Buck’s hand had been resting, eliciting a hiss from the younger man. “Okay, fine, I’m busting. I gotta pee so bad”. Buck’s words ignited a fire inside Eddie that he’d almost forgotten about. Or Eddie remembers he has a piss kink and Buck's desperation on a hike is a test of his control

In sickness and in health (but mostly in sickness) (General, 3.7k | Buddie)

Eddie wakes up with a bad case of the flu and Buck is there to nurse him back to health. Buck realises he might be falling for Eddie.

First Words (General, 2k | Buddie)

Buck and Eddie's 10 month old daughter says her first words. Her dads are over the moon. Cue domestic fluff

[navstuffs]

Imperfect

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader

Summary: You call your boyfriend to warn him you are being followed. When Gojo arrives, it is already too late.

Warning Tags: +18 (MINORS DNI), GORE!!!!!, cannibalism!!!, brief mention of sexual assault, short fic with horror elements.

Author's Notes: let's welcome Gojo-san into the midst of my halloween event. honestly, i love how short and effective this is. please, PLEASE pay attention to my tags since i didn't want to spoil my story too much. enjoy your reading!!

my halloween's masterlist

Some consider you the luckiest human being alive for dating Gojo Satoru. Others may wonder why you decided to date him in the first place. Dating the strongest sorcerer alive didn't frighten you or this whole new universe with curses and cursed spirits. You had always been considered peculiar anyway, out of the curve, so what was one thing more to add to your weirdness?

Satoru told you how powerful he was. No, not as a warning, more like someone declares they are Virgo or Aries or prefer fish instead of chicken. It was a fact: nobody else in this world was stronger than Gojo Satoru.

And sure enough, you could feel it. Small and low, but still there to remind you that Satoru hid a tremendous power inside of him that you weren't sure you would understand. Or cared. But most of the time, Satoru is chill, especially since you feed him into his sugar tooth and his need to be loved and cherished. And he spoiled you enough, so where was the problem?

Before, you thought dating someone so powerful could bring some unexpected dangers, but Satoru stated with confidence that no one would be crazy enough to hurt you, period. There was no discussion about that. Not one single moment you felt afraid anyway; Gojo Satoru would burn the entire world for you. He wouldn't stop until he exorcized every single one of them if a single strand of your hair was found out of place.

It was easy dating him, sharing your feelings and fears. Satoru always wanted to be the center of your attention: he was needy but had enough love to give you back (with some constant reminders of how lucky you were for dating him). Satoru was never disgusted: he embraced any of your weirdness and respected all of you, which delighted you and made you fall in love more and more.

But (because there is always a "but" and nothing can be flawless all the time) you never revealed to him your secret: Gojo Satoru is too perfect already. He accepts all of you, imperfect as you are; you are just too afraid he would never understand what you truly were.

It is on the night that you get followed that your secret spills out.

Satoru is on the other side of the country, exorcizing an "easy" curse (brutal for everyone else), and his phone has had no signal since he got there. Gojo complains to the curse that he can't say goodnight to you before slaying it. Finally, as he gets to the most elevated part of town, he is bombarded by messages from you begging for help. 

"Satoru, I am being followed!"

"Please, please!" 

"I am scared!"

You had sent your location to be found more easily; Gojo didn't waste time teleporting back to Tokyo. There is a certain coldness in his veins, his mind frantic as he floats above the place you sent, his blue eyes frantically searching your last known location. Satoru has one mission, and it is to find you.

He notices the amount of blood first in a dark alley. Satoru is there in the blink of an eye, his bandana still down, his eyes scanning the situation. There is so much blood splattered on the walls on the floor. It's too much to be from a single human being. There are guts, a half-eaten leg, and a scalp with short dark hair, masculine. Satoru can feel a twisted smile growing on his face. That's when he hears a weak "help me" behind the corner.

When Satoru turns around, he freezes for a second on his own Satoru time. There you are, alive. Alive with your mouth eating a man's stomach, not even raising your head to acknowledge Satoru's presence. He waits, keeping his distance, as you continue munching on the man's open belly. He seems to ask Satoru for help with his eyes, but the strongest sorcerer watches the scene with a tiny smile. He places his bandana back on his eyes, seeing more body parts behind you. Satoru presumed it was at least three attackers. 

Satoru calls your name softly. Your head snaps in his direction, and Satoru has a vision of your glory: dark pupil eyes, mouth full of blood, dirty claws instead of nails. The same ones you used to cut this guy open. There was nothing human about you then, but Satoru still found you the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You seem to snarl in his direction, warning Satoru to back away while he continues smiling, content. As if he couldn't love you more. As if seeing the prettiest thing in his life, admiring it as a valuable artwork in a museum.

Your attention is back to the man who looks pretty close to death as you finish eating him, the sounds of bones breaking. When there is nothing else to eat, you sniff the air, looking at Satoru, tense. 

You seem to slowly return to your usual self, realizing what you have done in front of your perfect boyfriend. He has finally seen your secret and the mess you are: eating human parts as the damned animal you are. 

Satoru gets up, slowly walking towards you, and thankfully, you don't move away. You seem to recognize him, your lips still showing your teeth as a sign of defense, but Satoru isn't afraid. Even if you could pass through Mugen, you would never hurt him. He would bet his Six Eyes on that.

Gojo squats in front of you, placing his hands on your face. You don't try to get away, but your eyes demonstrate fear and some doubt.

"It is me. Just me. Come back to me now. Come on." Your eyes come back to your usual color as you listen to Satoru. 

"Satoru?" Your voice is weak, and Gojo brings you to his chest. He doesn't seem to care you are getting his immaculate clothes dirty. "I tri-tried to call you…"

"It is okay. I am sure this isn't your fault."

"I am sorry you had to discover like this. They followed me! I begged them to leave me alone, but they continued following me. Until one tackled me and tried to place his hand inside my, my…"

"Shhhhh, it is okay now. I am glad you did it." 

Satoru and you continue into that embrace until your shivers are gone. You are surprised, though thankful for Satoru. For understanding your other side that sometimes comes out and requires human meat. You control it the best you can, having raw meat when the urgencies got too strong, though everything fell apart when three men decided to attack you.

You didn't have a choice, begging them to stay away, calling Satoru to help you, even if it meant him discovering your secret.

You only reserved for people you consider genuinely evil, people who tried to harm you or others. You thought Satoru would give up on you after seeing what you actually were, but he seems to admire the fact you even tried to control. 

"I will have someone clean this. Come on, let's go home and get you clean."

"You are not upset with me?"

"With the fact that you can take care of yourself? I'm proud. Come on." 

Satoru helps you get up. You slowly walk away without looking backward, feeling calmer since you know now Gojo Satoru would love you no matter what. 

taglist: @scar-crossedlvrs, @roseglazedlens. if you want to be tagged into my halloween event, please let me know!

[ladyelainehilfur]

like, after Gray found Stephen at the coffee shop, do you think he asked Stephen to come back home with him? To transfer schools to be with him? Do you think Gray asked the teachers if Stephen could sit next to him and Eugene? Did Stephen end up liking pool and going to karaoke and seeing Gray sing for the first time? Like, did he end up going to Gray's cram school and meeting Lily and laughing at her sketches of Gray? Do you think he became friends with Toby from Ttoskki's Chicken and friends with Rowan, thinking his stories were the funniest thing he'd ever heard? Did he notice the pin on Gray's backpack and ask Gray why he still had it? Did Gray give it back to Stephen, saying he had something better now? Do you think they cried together? Did Gray look at all the places he'd been and people he loved in a new light, basked in the new warmth of Stephen's presence? Did Gray ever think he was the luckiest person alive?

[elen4sstuff]

A day in jungkook's and Rosé's dating life

Part 1

Prompt: A sexy day in Jungkook's and Rosé's dating life.

*TW* Smut, sex, pet names, tell me if I should add anything else

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

This is my first fic y'all

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Jungkook's pov:

It's been a year since me and Rosé started hanging out. We haven't talked to a lot of people about it except our members and our family. Sadly, we have been very busy the last 3 months and we haven't talked so much since then. Today we are going on a date after a long time and I am going to pick her up from her house. Omg I am so excited!!! I can't wait to see her beautiful face again. But I have to be really careful because I don't want anyone to see me hanging out with her. I would be really bad for both of us.

I just arrived at her house, I knocked at the door and after a few seconds of waiting, she opened the door. I feel like I am falling for her all over again. She is so beautiful, the way she smiles, the way she talks, the way she makes me feel when we are together... She's just perfect.

"Hi kookie" she says while smiling. "Hi sweetheart" I say back. She smiles and then she kisses me. I missed this feeling. Then I kiss her while holding her waist. After a few seconds she broke our kiss and told me to go in her house. She asked how I've been doing this whole time and I told her everything that has happened with every detail. Then she came with a plate full of cheesecake biscuits and she put one of these in my mouth. I love it when she feeds me. "Did you like it" she asks me. "It's perfect love" I say. This girl knows how to cook, everything she makes is just wonderful. She has the best cooking skills. "I am glad you liked it" she says. I take another one and eat it at once. "I made cookies for my favourite kookie" she says and then she kisses me on my forehead. Omg I love when she does it. Then I start laughing.

I am in her house for an hour and I have not asked about how she has been doing this whole time. She has looked kinda tired and anxious since I came and I am kinda worried about her. She always had trouble sleeping and she has been busy with work lately. "How are you" I ask her. " I am fine, kinda tired though but I am ok" she says and then she smiles. "Busy with work? " I ask her. " Yeah, like always, but everything is gonna be alright I guess". " I am here for you whenever you need me even though we can't hang out so often now" " I am sure about that" she says. I smile while holding her hand.

After some minutes of silence she asks " do you wanna eat something, I made noodles with chicken and eggs, do you want some;". Then I say" I don't wanna eat the f*cking noodles, I wanna eat you, love". She smiles suspiciously and then goes to the bathroom. "Wait a minute " she says. I feel a suspicious orgasm and then I see Rosie coming out of the bathroom wearing her red lingerie. Seeing her tall body and her slim legs into this cloth makes my dick feel harder. She comes closer to me and says; " what are you gonna eat first daddy?"she says. I am turned on. I push her closer to me and I say;" I think I am going to start with your neck" we start on the sofa and then I carry her to the kitchen and put her in the kitchen counter and push my dick into her she screams a little and then I start licking her neck. Her legs are shaking. I love her, I love everything about this creature. "Go faster baby" she tells me. " Are you sure about it love, once I get into you I am not gonna leave. I am gonna stay here till you scream for help. Do you really want this sweetheart?". " Of course I do love. What made you think I didn't" she says, I smile " Nothing babe, absolutely nothing, make me feel the luckiest man alive". "I promise I will " she says. She jumps on me and starts licking my abs then she puts my hard dick into her mouth. I am feeling the best orgasm I've ever felt in my entire life. I am shocked by the way she puts it into her mouth without choking. She looks shocked by its size though but I think she achieved her goal. She made me her slave, " oh my queen please make me yours". "I think I have done that a long time ago", She says . When she finishes, I feel her wet body on mine. The best combination. Nothing better than a rosie with a cookie.

A ringtone interrupts us. I recognise the ringtone. It's my phone. I answer the phone. It's taehyung. "What's up ?". " We have dance practice in 20'. Where are you?" He says. " Sh*t can't't we cancel it I am at Rosie's." ." It's okay" she says," you can go " I think about it for a while. " we will finish it next week " she says. "Promise?" I ask . " Of course" she says. "Ok then" I say .

I put on my clothes and then I kiss her before I return back to my agency. She smiles " I am really happy you came today, I missed you ." , She says while hugging the back of my neck . Then I say " I am really happy I saw you too pretty, I missed you so much Rosie ". We hugged and then I left .

I am walking to my agency feeling happy because I saw my girlfriend after such a long time. I hope I will touch this body sooner than the last time. I can't live without her. I want her next to me as soon as possible. I think I can wait until next week to see her . Omg what am I saying?! How am I supposed to stay away from my queen? I think about it for a little while and then I go back to her house...

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Part 2 coming soon

[kittenchancorruptionarc]

i scrolled through your account, may i just say i adore your art? anyhow, i got.. really curious about you, so... i hope three more isn't too greedy? aha(･ัω･ั)

50, 73, 90.

“50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?”

Fang dropping a giant tub of ice cream all over himself. It was hilarious. A few of my co-stars have been pretty good comedians too. Too bad they usually end up dead by the end.

“73. favorite weird flavor combo?”

Chocolate covered chicken hearts. Don’t knock it until you try it!

“90. luckiest mistake?”

Accidentally setting one of my co-stars hair on fire, thus creating a new request where you can ask for them to be burned alive. I didn’t like messing with fire before, but now I love it.

[kitsumidori]

I've seen some users post their own version of Keith, and I've been wanting to join the band wagon.

His design is slightly inspired by @sheepkebby design for Keith

About

The best way to describe him is that he is a mix of a loveable himbo and a brave idiot.

Others call him the luckiest man alive due to the fact that he cheated death multiple times.

(though according to Keith, until he wins the lottery, he'll be the luckiest)

Ellis mentioned that Keith lost all feeling in his right foot after eating 3lbs of raw chicken. He ended up having to get it amputated and now wears a prosthetic.

A lot of his wounds have healed, though some are too drastic to heal fully

Unlike Ellis, Keith never finished high school. In fact he made a lot of mistakes that he deeply regretted. He made Ellis promise to never make the same mistakes he made, even reminding him of that promise after Keith became a run away groom.

Him and Ellis have the biggest bromance that people assume that they are dating, which they are not. Keith has said that Ellis is more of a brother to him.

He would always be the guy that Ellis would go to whenever he has something on his mind. He was the first person to know about Ellis being bisexual and even helped through Ellis gender identity (for more context: I headcanon Ellis as demi-male (he/they). Just to make things clear)

Still has the "I'm a Moron" tattoo on his forehead and would usually cover it with his bangs or medical gauges. Still the best 200$ he's ever made.

Like Ellis, he has an optimistic outlook on the whole apocalypse, seeing it like in the movies. Though unlike the movies, the zombies are more scared of him than he is of them.

[always-andromeda]

I know it’s not historically accurate but… I wanna quote vines at Burt and have him be confused. Like he’ll catch on eventually why “Road Work Ahead?” Makes you die laughing but for now he’s lost.

Sure, he’s your dad boogie… woogie woogie?

uGH, I wanna confuse the absolute shit out of him with silly jokes. 🥰 Like I need him to do that blank, smiley expression, his brow furrowing as he’s computing your words and trying to parse out the joke. And then he awkwardly starts to laugh, trying to communicate that oh, yeah, I get it! even though he isn’t any closer to figuring it out than he was a few seconds prior.

Then you give him those big eyes and tell him that it’s okay that he doesn’t get the joke and that you’re just giving him a hard time before planting a kiss on his cheek. And that’s how he finds himself actually starting to laugh because so easily you turn him into such a scrambled mess. One minute he’s worrying that this is one of those times that the generational gap is being especially brutal and then the next he is right back to feeling like the luckiest man in the entire world because he gets to hear your laugh and see your smile and feel your lips against his skin in the first place.

Burt might be a sharp man, but when it comes to his sweetheart and their goofy little jokes, he feels like the dumbest man alive. But he’ll take it for you. <3

Other Vines that Burt would be confused about:

“Chris! Is that a weed?!” “No-” “I’m callin’ the police!” “911, what’s your emergency?”

“A potato flew around my room before you came…”

“So no head?”

The Iridocyclitis Kid (100% he’d be like “why are they laughing at him 🤨 he tried his best.”)

Don’t even try to hit him with a “wHAT ARE THOOOOOSE????” Because he will literally be like, “…my loafers… 😀”

Vines that Burt would understand:

“I want a Jewish girl that go to…temple…and read her Toraaaah…”

“Hurricane Katrina? More like Hurricane Tortilla!!” (Idk I just feel like that one would make him genuinely chuckle)

“Look at all those chickens!!” (Because haha, those aren’t chickens!! He understands that!! ☺️)

“Watch your profanity.” (Because he’s an old man and he agrees with the sentiment)

“Is that a chickeeen????” (Again, he gets it because haha, that’s not a chicken!! What a silly person!! ☺️)

[nanapop]

Ok @aceofshitposts tagged me and I'll bite bc I actually really like doing these things lol

Last Song - Secrets - Monsta X (the one off the dreaming album since they have two completely different songs with the same title??? Lmao)

Last Show - uhhhh recently finished watching The Bear. That show sure was Anxiety! But I really liked it

Currently Watching - like in general, just so many many things lmao but at the moment, old eps of Bob's Burgers

Currently Reading - I just finished reading (in one sitting rip my brain and my eyes) Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll last night and wowee that was A Lot. Didn't hate it though I found the MC to be a bit grating at times.

Current Obsession - uhhhhhHHH The Glory. Absolutely owns my brain, I think about it all day and need it to be the 10th immediately so I can watch part 2 :')

Unrelated Obsession - my chickens, I guess?? I spend more time than I'd like to admit just watching them peck around the yard 😅

Let's see I'll tag... @kagapop @spookydiablita & @esenvano 🧡

[saderplate7]

CHICKEN NUGGET. the wikipedia page for "chicken nugget." im the luckiest man alive.

What if when we were born we were each assigned a Wikipedia page like a social security number would that be fucked up or what

[munchcorner]

Touya's sitting on their couch, watching one of Keigo's interviews. He was enjoying it until the interviewer asked Keigo a question, "people are eager to know your name. Mind if you tell us what it is?"

Keigo laughs and plays with the wedding ring hidden inside his gloves, making Touya sit up straight, "you've known me as Hawks. But my real name is Takami Keigo,"

Touya slumps back, disappointed. He expected Keigo to introduce himself as Todoroki Keigo, not Takami Keigo.

"That's what you get for expecting," Touya whispers as he turns off the television. He walks into the guest room, sulking. He lies on the bed with the cover pulled over his head, ready to ignore Keigo if he comes home.

Keigo arrives home with a box of chicken and a paper bag of noodles. He was excited to eat dinner with Touya, but he won't respond no matter how many times Keigo called his name. He places the food on the counter and opens the door to their room, thinking maybe he fell asleep. But he wasn't there.

Keigo walks out of their room and knocks on their guest room, "Touya," he calls. But no answer.

"Touya," Keigo calls again as he slowly twists the doorknob, "I'm coming in," he says, then slowly opens the door.

Keigo walks towards the lump on the bed, whispering, "is there something wrong?"

Touya doesn't answer. A sigh escapes Keigo's lips. He gently gets on the bed and carefully pulls on the cover until he sees Touya.

"Get out," Touya says harshly after seeing Keigo's face. Keigo shakes his head and covers himself with the cover.

Touya turns around with a pout, "get out. I don't want to see your face."

Keigo didn't leave. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Touya's waist and peppered his neck with light kisses.

"I'm not leaving. So, tell me what I did wrong this time," Keigo says and continues to kiss Touya's nape.

Touya presses his lips together. He's fighting the urge to turn around. But Keigo pulled him closer and snuggled his face on Touya's back, whispering, "I feel like I'm going to cry if you keep ignoring me."

Touya immediately turned to look at Keigo when he felt hot tears on his back. A groan escapes Touya's lips as he pulls Keigo away from him, "you're supposed to be the one comforting me, asshole."

Keigo chuckles and wipes his tears away, "well, you won't face me until I cry," he teases and winks at Touya, "now, can you tell me why you're sulking?"

Touya rolls his eyes and pushes Keigo off him, "I was sulking because you introduced yourself as Takami Keigo, not as Todoroki Keigo. I saw you play with our wedding ring, so I thought you'd announce your marriage. But no, you introduced yourself as Takami Keigo. Why? Is it because you're ashamed of me? Is it because my last name doesn't fit your name? Huh? Tell me!"

Keigo laughs after staring at Touya with amazement, "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were okay with me using your last name. Also, no, I am not ashamed of you. I think I'm the luckiest man alive because I'm married to you. And I don't think your last name doesn't suit my name. I honestly think it makes my name prettier. Do you know how long I've dreamed of being called Todoroki Keigo? Hmmm?"

"Liar," Touya whispers with a pout even though he believes Keigo.

Keigo sighs, then pull Touya into a hug, "I promise I'll introduce myself as Todoroki Keigo in my next interview," Keigo says and raises his right hand.

Touya scoffs and buries his face on Keigo's chest, "I'll leave your ass if you don't," he threatens, making Keigo laugh.

"Okay," Keigo agrees and kisses Touya's forehead before pushing the cover off them, "let's eat before the food gets cold," he says, then pulls Touya to the kitchen to enjoy their dinner.

[butterbeerblurbs]

my baby (yours) (f.w.)

💌: in which you’re sick and fred takes care of you. :-) 📝 word count: 799 words / husband!fred x reader / 🌸 fluffflufffluff ✨ 💬: sorry for the lack of updates! but here’s a lil’ something on my mind and it aligns with another smol request for a drabble previously! >:) hope everyone had a great new year! 

it started with a runny nose... that snowballed into a cold, sore throat and a skyrocketing fever borderline to high fever that leaves you bedridden on the sofa because you refuse to allow fred to navigate you back and forth for the sake of watching the television. from the second fred noticed you don’t look so good, love... he’s gotten you to listen to him; take sick leave, spend the days ahead recovering under his care.

now, everyone might think it was funny. for someone so carefree, the jokester and prankster–the infamous fred weasley being an overnight nurse? that was something to be laughed at. only in endearment when fred cares and loves you like no other; his intentions to treat you until you’re back in tip-top shape makes your heart swell so much you can’t tease him about it.

he’s doing everything by the books. by that, he’s ring up molly a couple of times to make sure he doesn’t accidentally blow up the kitchen trying to make you some soup along with medicine to make you feel better. he fluffs up your pillow, tucks you in, makes sure your bottle of water is filled up before he leaves for work and comes back to check on you almost like clockwork... if you made fun of him for that, you wouldn’t have a heart.

it’s been four days and you’re almost better. one more good night’s rest and you can feel it in your bones that you’d be off the sofa and back into bed with your loving husband.

fred weasley wouldn’t be fred weasley if he didn’t take full advantage of being that husband.

“freddie,” you try to reach for the spoon he’s feeding you with, only for him to tut as he dodges your attempt. (second attempt, might he add)

“c’mon, you let me do this the previous nights.” he grumbles, hovering the spoon by your lips, “what’s one more?”

“i’m almost better!”

“almost,” he repeats, in a tone that makes you roll your eyes at. you can’t quite deny his brown eyes pleading at you, almost too puppy-like for you to push away. with a sigh, you part your lips for him to spoon the soup into your mouth and it automatically makes you smile at the taste of warm chicken noodle soup.

he bites his lip and leans back, putting the spoon back into the bowl as he gauges your facial expression. fred hadn’t had time to “perfect” his recipe but molly has been giving pointers through and through. the fact fred cares this much about you makes you feel like the luckiest person alive. then again, you weren’t surprise but it was definitely a lovely reminder (minus the fact you were sick and all, his sweetness overrides it all).

“this is the best bowl you’ve made yet,” you grin, shoulders scrunching up in excitement that it bubbles over to fred. he quickly scoops another mouthful for you and it makes his heart rest easy at the way you gratefully take a bite and let the taste simmer in your mouth. after another spoonful, and another, and another, and many more, the bowl soon becomes empty and fred’s able to let you lay back down with a sheepish grin on your face.

he watches as your eyelids grow heavy, the night settling back down into tranquility as he tucks you into the sofa with the blanket. he remains seated by your side, allowing you to press his hand to your cheek as you get some rest. he gently brushes the hair from your face, then settling that same hand onto your arm and gives you a small squeeze.

“thank you for taking care of me, freddie,” you murmur in a soft whisper, then pressing a kiss to his hand you’ve held captive. fred doesn’t trust his own voice, knowing it’ll give way to trembling when you’re looking at him like that even after so many years of being together; since hogwarts, now married, it feels like the first time over and over again falling in love with you that he’s able to preach for in sickness and in health, the love you have for him always prevails through it all.

it was something small; mundane. yet, it echoes into the chambers of fred’s heart of loving someone so deep and to have it reciprocated that makes life worth living.

“in sickness and in health,” he manages to joke with a chuckle, earning a snort from you.

“and all the pranks i’ll bear through forever,” you complete his sentence, well-aware of the promise he made on the day of your marriage.

“and a little bit more after that.” the two of your voices overlap each other in the cheesiest of ways but in the happiest.

[niksixx]

His Vows to You

Pairing: Nikki Sixx x Reader 

Description: His vows to you on your wedding day

A/N: Picture is NOT mine. Credit to the owner.

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Today I stand before you the luckiest man alive because I get to love you for a lifetime. I get to love the person that wakes up just before sunrise so they can see how the colors melt together in the sky. I get to love the person who eats dinosaur chicken nuggets once a week as a comfort meal. I get to love the person who remains perpetually curious about life and the world around them, always seeking out more knowledge. I get to love the person that likes apples but can’t stand apple juice. I get to love the person whose idea of fun varies from sitting quietly by a stream to dancing at three a.m. to music so loud it wakes the neighbors. I get to love you, Y/N, every version of you, for the rest of our lives.

[livealittleoc-cb]

☔️: *rolls his eyes* yeah him- *smiles and leans into his touch happily* We’ll both be learning so much~ I think you’ll like it there, I can introduce you to an aunt I actually like that lives there~ I only get to video call her so it’ll be fun *places his hands on top of his* let’s start come come *lightly tugs him along* next trip you pick I’ll go anywhere you want to go to~ *beams at him*

🎐: Am I really that cute?~ *laughs softly and runs his fingers through his hair* You haven’t no and you’re right it would be sucky especially right now *pulls out a ring from his pocket and goes on one knee* cause I really want you to say yes, I was going to ask in Paris but I got nervous and chickened out *chuckles and bites his bottom lips* would you make me the luckiest man alive and marry me?

🐺: Yeah! *nods happily with a flush* it doesn’t have to be a date it can be two people getting to know each other *tiny gasp* ooo that sounds nice…I’ll have to try it I’ve never been to the beach before! I could pretend I’m on a beach too! Hehe

🐉: *shakes his head with a snort* I’m glad you approve *waves him off*

Not a word a lot of people would use to describe me~ I’ve upgraded *winks and holds his hips* Maybe a little~ *grins* unless you’ll let me call you mine~ you know my boyfriend~

☁️: I-I try *giggles and blushes red* I could s-say the s-same about you mister t-tall and h-handsome *puckers his lips* a-another k-kiss please

💀: Too bad! You’re stuck with two cuties! *laughs with a big smile*

Cute and lovely baby~ *giggles* he won’t fuck it up I promise

Most to Least Likely to Propose While Drunk

☕️ If he has laid eyes on Diego in a bar it would have been a story to tell friends “I know you don’t know me but my heart just skipped ten steps ahead.”

📚 He already wears his heart on his sleeve so just a few drinks would make it impossible to keep quiet. “Yeah, I know that we just met, so pardon my drunk confidence.”

🍼A very close second. He could think with his head for shit. Probably just 😍 from across the bar until he finds the courage to approach you.

💀 This man not being at the bottom of the list is hilarious. He is a mean drunk or just love drunk… but won’t admit to one of them

🎶 Poor baby gets in his own way. Probably feels his partner deserves better and needs the liquid courage

🩸A total romantic and only down on the list because he hasn’t been drunk in… Well, not like he’ll tell you how old he is

🦊Worst drinking partner ever. Passed out after one drink and you’ll need to carry him home. Don’t be surprised when he tells you you’re pretty though