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misshoneyimhome · 3 days ago

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For Dad!Willy X reader can we get one where his family/teammates meet the baby for the first time 💙

Honestly, I can’t even put into words how much I’m loving all the dad!Willy content we’ve been diving into lately! I’m in such a mood for it, and if I’m honest, I’ve got a ton more thoughts and ideas—but I’m keeping it short and sweet to make it an easy read 😉 Absolutely obsessed! Hopefully, you’re enjoying it as much as I am, babes 🤗

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, except once again overload cuteness! Dad!Willy x reader, baby!Eliot, meeting family and friends

Word count: 1K

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First Impressions and Family Ties I dad!willy x reader ✐

The condo buzzed with a palpable mix of excitement and nerves as you cradled Eliot in your arms, your gaze flicking over to William. He stood leaned against the kitchen counter, exuding a level of calm that felt borderline infuriating given the storm brewing in your chest. His easy smile didn’t match the worry swirling in your head—a chaotic blend of pride, anxiety, and a desperate desire to make everything perfect.

“What if he cries the whole time?” you burst out, pacing the living room while Eliot nuzzled against your chest, utterly unbothered by your spiralling thoughts. “What if someone holds him, and he poops everywhere? Or—what if he spits up on your mum?”

William’s chuckle rumbled softly, a sound that somehow made you want to both relax and glare at him. Pushing off the counter, he crossed the room in a few casual strides, radiating an effortless confidence you couldn’t wrap your head around. “Babe,” he said, sliding an arm around your waist and pulling you close, “he’s a baby. That’s literally his job. And my mum raised five of us—trust me, she’s seen worse.”

You shot him a look, your nerves clinging stubbornly. “You’re seriously not nervous at all?”

“Not even a little,” he replied without missing a beat, his fingers brushing over Eliot’s downy-soft hair. “They’re going to love him. And he’s got you, so what’s there to worry about?”

Before you could muster a response, the faint ding of the elevator reached your ears, followed by the telltale sound of footsteps approaching. Your heart immediately leaped into overdrive.

“They’re here,” you whispered, clutching Eliot just a little tighter.

William’s hand slid to your shoulder, his thumb drawing soothing circles against your skin. “Hey, deep breaths,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “We’ve got this.”

The door swung open, and Camilla Nylander was the first to step inside. Her warm smile reached her eyes as she immediately spotted the two of you. “Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed, wrapping William in a quick, affectionate hug before turning to you. “And you,” she said, her tone softening as she kissed your cheek. “It’s so good to see you again, sweetheart.”

Her gaze shifted down to Eliot, and her expression melted into one of pure adoration. “Oh, my sweet boy,” she breathed, her hands coming up to her chest as she took in the sight of him. “He’s even more beautiful than I imagined.” She hesitated, her eyes meeting yours. “May I?”

You nodded, your heart easing as she carefully gathered Eliot into her arms. The practised ease with which she held him—gentle yet confident—was enough to make some of your tension dissipate. Watching her coo softly to him, her face glowing with pride, you felt the tiniest spark of hope that maybe, just maybe, everything was going to be okay.

Michael was right behind her, his broad smile as easygoing as his gait. He clapped William on the shoulder before leaning down to get a good look at Eliot. “Got that Nylander charm already,” he said with a knowing grin. “Though I’ll say, he’s a lot calmer than you were as a baby.”

William smirked, his arm still firmly around your waist. “I’ve mellowed out.”

“Oh, sure,” came Alex’s voice as he strode in, Danielle and Stephanie in tow. “That’s why you once tried to use my hockey gloves to fish a puck out of the toilet.”

“That was one time!” William groaned, though his sheepish grin betrayed him.

Danielle leaned in close to Eliot, brushing her fingers lightly over his tiny hands. “Wow,” she said, her voice tinged with awe. “He’s already got more hair than Willy.”

“Okay, what’s with the hair comments today?” William demanded, running a hand through his blond locks for emphasis.

Alex smirked, leaning against the couch. “We’re just saying, enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Don’t jinx it,” Michael warned, lifting a hand in mock solemnity. “You two could end up bald like me in ten years. Genetics doesn’t play favourites.”

The room erupted in laughter as the Nylander siblings took turns doting on Eliot. Stephanie cradled him with a quiet confidence, her expression soft as she traced the tiny curve of his fingers. “He’s perfect,” she declared, grinning. “Don’t worry, Eliot. Aunt Steph’s got you. I’ll protect you from Uncle Alex’s terrible jokes.”

The doorbell rang again, cutting through the playful chaos, and William crossed the room to answer it. His teammates filtered in, their familiar banter filling the space.

Rasmus Sandin was the first to approach Eliot, his grin wide and mischievous. “Look at this little guy,” he said, crouching beside Camilla. “Eliot Nylander, already cooler than his dad.”

“Careful, Sandman,” William retorted, his grin mirroring Rasmus’s. “You’re not safe on the ice or off.”

Matthew Knies followed close behind, his towering frame somehow softened by the awe on his face. “He’s amazing,” he murmured, crouching slightly as Eliot let out a soft yawn. “So, when’s his first skating lesson?”

“He’s already better than Willy,” Rasmus quipped, dodging the playful shove William aimed his way.

The condo filled with laughter, warm chatter, and the occasional sound of Eliot’s soft sighs as he was passed from one adoring pair of arms to the next. When John Tavares finally stepped forward to hold him, the room grew momentarily quiet. His steady presence radiated calm as he gazed down at the baby. “Future captain material,” he said with a smile, glancing up at William.

William laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “One step at a time, Johnny. Right now, we’re just trying to keep the pacifier in.”

As the evening wore on, the space felt warmer, filled with the unmistakable hum of love and connection. You caught William watching you from across the room, his eyes soft and full of something unspoken. When he finally made his way back to your side, his hand rested at the small of your back, his touch grounding you as his lips quirked into a soft, knowing smile.

And in that moment, with Eliot nestled safely, surrounded by laughter and love, you realised this wasn’t just a gathering. This was family. This was home.

#my asks #dad!willy x reader #dad!willy #wn88 imagine #William Nylander imagine #Toronto maple leafs imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl imagines

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shellbilee · 2 days ago

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 11

Warnings: Cursing, smut

Billie

The bedroom is silent save for the sound of Billie and Glen’s combined breathing, both of them panting as they lay on the bed in a sweaty tangle of sheets and naked limbs.

Billie smiles to herself, her whole body feeling spent. She’s positive she’s never come that many times before, certain in that moment that Glen is absolutely the best sex of her life. It isn’t just because she's so attracted to him either - he really is just that fucking good.

Riding his face, the way she’d all but screamed his name as she’d come, and the way he’d gripped her thighs and held her over-sensitized body down onto him so that a second orgasm almost immediately followed the first.

She’d slid down off him and Glen had quickly reached for a condom, soon pulling her back onto his lap and sliding oh-so-deliciously into her. Billie had ridden him until her legs had given out, before he’d rolled them over and slotted himself between her thighs. He’d lifted one of her legs and rested her ankle on his shoulder, driving into her until she was dangerously close to coming all over again. Breathy and desperately wanton at this point, Billie had reached down between their joined bodies to play with herself as he’d fucked her, the sight quickly sending Glen tipping over the edge right after Billie.

“I can’t believe we ended up at the same place tonight” Billie muses, her breathing finally slowing.

“I can’t believe how fuckin’ sexy you looked tonight” Glen replies, turning to press a gentle kiss to the side of Billie’s head and making her smile reflexively, “Seriously peach, you have no idea the effect you have on me”.

Billie rolls onto her side and props herself up onto her elbow, loving the way Glen’s eyes run down her naked body.

“I don’t know if you just heard the sounds I was making, but I’d say the effect you have on me is much the same”

Glen grins like a cheeky school boy, and Billie can’t take her eyes off his face.

“I love the sounds you make, and I love knowing that you’re making them because of me”

Billie grins back, her lips still feeling kiss-swollen.

“It’s kinda hard to be quiet when you use your tongue like that” she replies softly, a shiver running down her spine as the memory of his mouth on her spreads throughout her belly, “Or your fingers. Or your dick”.

Glen laughs and trails his fingers down her side, leaving goosebumps in his wake. She lets out a silent breath as she looks back at him, her eyes glancing briefly at his muscled chest.

“Do you mind if I have a shower? I hate sleeping with a face full of makeup and the smell of club on me”

“Of course not darlin’, was just thinking I wanted to do the same thing” Glen replies, yawning adorably and running his fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

Billie smiles before she leans in and kisses him, rolling over and off the bed and making her way to the bedroom ensuite. She can feel his eyes behind her drinking in her bare skin, glancing over her shoulder and grinning to herself when she finds him lying on his back naked and doing just that.

She exhales silently, deciding then that she could absolutely get used to the sight of naked Glen Powell in the bedroom. He’s like a Greek god statue - perfectly sculpted, with a perfect dick to match. Mmm.

Billie walks into the adjoining bathroom, noting all the dark, luxury furnishings and smooth, cool stone, reaching into Glen’s enormous double shower and switching on the water. She ties her hair up into a messy bun high on her head and takes a second to look at her bare self in the mirror, watching as the steam from the shower starts to fill up the room.

She hears Glen step into the bathroom and suddenly he’s behind her in the mirror’s reflection, Billie’s eyes flickering over him in all his naked glory as she watches him pull out a spare towel and hang it on the shower hook beside his own. He turns and winks at her in the mirror, bending to press a gentle kiss to her shoulder, before taking her hand and guiding her into the shower with him.

It’s sweet and soft, and not at all a repeat of their previous few showers together, Glen’s arms wrapped around Billie’s torso as the spray runs down her back. She closes her eyes, savouring the heavenly warmth of both the water and Glen’s embrace, dipping her head forward to rest on his shoulder as her chest presses against his. She smiles against his skin when she feels his lips on her temple, listening to the rustle of bottles and moments later smelling the spicy, sweet scent of Glen’s body wash.

It takes her by surprise when she feels the loofah against her back, realising that he's washing her as she feels him sweep along her skin. The delicious scent gets stronger - a combination of wood, citrus and something sweet like vanilla, that smell that she's come to associate as uniquely him, feeling a wave of peace wash over her as she stands in his arms. It's a moment of calm after a busy, non-stop night, and Billie still can't quite believe that showering with Glen Powell has become somewhat of a norm in her life over the past week and a bit.

She smiles to herself again, realising that there's nowhere she'd rather be than here right now, exhaling heavily as she revels in the feeling of Glen's hands gliding over and down her back.

She's not sure if it's the alcohol from the bachelorette or the post-orgasm hormones that's clouding her thoughts but for a split second her mind wanders - acutely aware of a sudden warmth in the depth of her chest, an otherwise foreign feeling that she hasn't felt for the longest time. Like a butterfly slowly awakening, starting to unfurl its wings after months spent wrapped tight and closed. She sighs silently, allowing the feeling to take over her for just a moment longer, lifting her head when she feels Glen's hand cup her cheek.

“You okay?”

Billie nods, her lips stretching into a soft, content smile.

“Perfect”

Glen grins back at her then - effortlessly handsome even with his hair wet and flattened to his forehead, water droplets dripping from his long blonde lashes. He’s so gorgeous it almost hurts Billie to look at him, and she silently thanks whatever higher power is up there for making her lucky enough to be able to see him like this.

Eventually they finish the shower, Glen wrapping his towel low around his waist and looking so sinfully attractive that Billie has to actively work to stop herself from staring, wrapping her own towel around herself as Glen disappears into the bedroom. She takes the tie from her hair and runs her fingers through her long curls, thankful that her hair still looks half decent as she looks at her now makeup free reflection. Her skin is blotchy from a night of alcohol and partying and she can't help the momentary sting of panic she feels at being completely bare in front of Glen without even her skincare - her thoughts suddenly pausing when he appears behind her holding out a t-shirt.

“Here you go darlin’”

Billie takes the shirt gratefully, immediately clocking the orange Texas Longhorns logo across the chest and she smiling because of course that's what he's given her to sleep in. She slips the shirt over her head and drops her towel as Glen disappears into the bedroom again, returning seconds later dressed in loose navy sweat pants and holding a spare toothbrush in his hand.

“You look good in my shirt, peach”

Billie chuckles, smoothing the shirt down over her body. “And your saying that has nothing to do with this right?” she quips, pointing to the orange bull symbol emblazoned on her chest.

Glen laughs, deep and throaty, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter and looking back at her appreciatively. “Texas orange does look real good on you too”

Billie grins and turns back to the mirror, looking over the loose fit of the shirt and the way it ends high on her naked thighs. The material is soft against her skin and smells deliciously like Glen - the next best thing to having his arms wrapped around her. She sets about brushing her teeth and Glen does the same, Billie feeling her heart swell at the domesticity of the simple, shared task as she watches him bend and rinse his mouth.

“Just gonna go let the boys out” Glen says when he’s done, leaning over to kiss her cheek, his hand finding her hip and giving her an adoring squeeze, “Meet you in bed?”

Billie nods, smiling with a mouthful of toothpaste and hearing him whistle for Brisket and Nugget, watching through the mirror as he retreats into the bedroom.

When she retires to the bedroom a few minutes later she finds him already in bed, one arm tucked behind his head and the other outstretched on the adjacent pillow. He smiles at her lazily, the sight making her stomach squeeze in the best way, Billie slipping in beside him and relaxing against the silky, charcoal coloured sheets.

Her own lips tug into a smile then, feeling Glen’s lips press to her temple as he drapes one arm across her torso and pulls her in close, Billie closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep dreaming sweet things about the man holding her.

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Glen

“I’ll send you the link” Megan’s voice says, Glen pinching the bridge of his nose as he holds his phone to his ear listening to his publicist speak, “Try not to stress Glen, they haven’t reported who she is and at this point there’s no way to tell either”

Glen nods, exhaling heavily. “Thanks Meg”

He barely listens when she reminds him of the meetings and engagements he has for the rest of the week, responding with clipped single words before the phone call ends.

Glen throws his phone onto the coffee table with more force than usual, the loud clang startling Brisket and making him look up from his spot on the adjacent couch curiously.

“Sorry bud” Glen says, walking over and patting his fluffy head comfortingly, flopping onto the couch beside him and dropping his head back dramatically.

Thirteen days.

Thirteen days was all it had taken for his little bubble to burst. Some part of him always knew that it was inevitable, but still he hadn’t expected for it to happen so quickly.

His phone beeps and he begrudgingly leans forward to retrieve it, opening the message from Meg and clicking the link she’d sent through. He exhales heavily through his nose as the website loads, scrolling down the page to find the pictures in question.

As it turns out someone had taken photos of him and Billie at the club last night, which of course had been posted and quickly circulated online. The pictures showed Glen and Billie on the dancefloor, Glen’s hands low on Billie’s hips with his head angled towards hers, Billie’s face turned towards him but otherwise largely obscured by her long hair. He rubs his face with his hand, skimming the words on the website - most of it speculation about the ‘brunette beauty that’s caught the Top Gun: Maverick star’s eye’, along with a recap of all his previous relationships. He sighs out loud, Meg’s words about not being able to tell who she is replaying in his head and providing him a glimmer of reassurance.

He puts his phone down and takes a second to think, suddenly debating whether or not to tell Billie. He wants to be honest with her, but he knows that bringing this up is a risk to whatever they have together, especially so soon into it. He’s never before dated someone that wasn’t somehow in the famous circles herself, and more than that he’s never dated someone while being at the level of fame he’s currently at. Being in the public eye is difficult, even more so when it’s thrust upon you without warning. He has no way of knowing how Billie would react to this news, how she would deal with the changes that would inevitably affect every facet of her life, and more than that, if she would even want to deal with it.

Glen drops his head back on the couch again, closing his eyes for a long moment.

On one hand, telling her about this now could jeopardise everything between them if Billie decided that it was simply all too much. On the other hand, not telling her about it meant that he risked her finding this out on her own - a surely unwelcome surprise that she’d know he kept from her. Neither option sounded good to him, as both risked him potentially losing everything with Billie. Still, not saying anything would allow him to stay in their bubble a little longer, delay the inevitable as it were, before the rest of the world found out and they had to deal with the worst parts of his job.

His eyes flash open when his phone beeps again, reaching over to pick it up and smiling when he sees Billie’s name on the screen. He hasn’t seen her since Sunday, since they’d slept in together, had a lazy breakfast in bed and then proceeded to play house for the rest of the day. They’d ended up watching Jurassic Park in Glen’s theatre room following a passionate discussion about each other’s favourite movies, quickly discovering that the dinosaur blockbuster a long time favourite of the both of them.

That had led to them watching the rest of the Jurassic franchise from the original first movie all the way to the final Jurassic World film, with a brief rewind during the third one when Glen had gotten distracted having Billie’s bare legs in his lap - especially when she was still only wearing his Longhorns shirt and nothing else. That had led to his hands wandering and before long he had Billie splayed out on the theatre recliner, licking between her thighs like a man starved, eventually bending her over the armrest and fucking her until they were both crying out each other’s names.

Begrudgingly, Glen had eventually driven Billie home late on Sunday night, though not without several attempts to get her to stay over again - Billie countering by saying that she couldn’t live only in his clothes to which Glen vehemently disagreed. They’d messaged back and forth since then, sending pictures and asking about each other's days, a face-time call on Tuesday evening after Glen had finished with a sunset photoshoot for GQ.

Today, Thursday, he knew that Billie went to pilates with the girls in the late afternoon, having texted her how it went. She’d just responded to his message just now, letting him know as such.

Glen grins, his thoughts immediately taking a sinful turn.

It was really tough tonight! So much leg work. My poor glutes are on fire🔥

Are you volunteering? 🙈

Sounds like you’ll need a massage then 👀

He chuckles out loud, not wasting any time in responding.

He can picture her smirking, laughing at his playful words, wishing he was there with her to hear it.

Anything to get my hands on that perfect ass of yours, baby 🍑

You’re bad, Mr Powell

That doesn’t sound like a no darlin

Oh I’m absolutely not saying no. I’m always down for a massage, especially from you 😉

Glen can’t wipe the smile from his face then, loving their constant playful, flirty banter. He grins at the screen when she replies with a wink emoji, letting out a breath and deciding not to tell her about the photos - at least not yet anyway. He wants to enjoy the two of them for just a little longer, to enjoy being himself with Billie without the added stresses of his job, to explore whatever this was growing between them. He puts his phone down and looks over at Brisket beside him, reaching over to pat him and ruffling his silky white fur.

You’re bad, Miss James

“Wanna go for a walk buddy?”

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Billie

Billie smooths back her high ponytail in the bathroom mirror, taming some stray fly-away hairs from her pilates sweat session. She readjusts her clear framed glasses and flicks off the light, walking out of Bec's bathroom and back into the kitchen where the girls are sitting. She can hear them both talking and laughing, her feet momentarily pausing underneath her when she hears a third voice - a thick, Texan accent that she's become very familiar with over the past two weeks.

Glen?

She steps out into the kitchen to find Sloane seated at the island bench and holding Billie’s phone, Bec beside her and similarly looking at the screen, apparently on a facetime call.

“What are you two doing?”

Both girls’ heads snap up at the sound of her voice, an innocent smile on Sloane's face, gesturing to the phone in her hand as if taking a facetime call on Billie's phone is the most normal thing in the world. Bec only grins, shrugging her shoulders innocently and picking up her glass of wine, taking a sip and moving to sit back on her stool.

“Glen was calling, so we thought we'd answer and say hi” Sloane quips matter-of-factly, her long ebony ponytail swishing over her shoulder as she tilts her head at Billie's narrowed eyes, “Here, say hello”.

She hands Billie her phone and Billie shoots her a look that says ‘I'm going to kill you the second this call is over’, Sloane pulling a face and picking up her wine glass, glancing at Bec beside her with a grin. Billie exhales silently through her nose and lifts her phone to eye level, feeling her frustrations instantly subside the moment she sees Glen smiling at her. He looks as gorgeous as always, his hair longer and his chin covered in more hair than she’s used to seeing, making him look stupidly handsome and rugged.

“Hey darlin’”

“Hey you, how are you?”

“Better now” he says grinning at her, Billie’s heart doing a backflip in her chest, “Sorry for interrupting you and the girls, I thought you’d be home by now so I thought I’d call”

Billie smiles, shaking her head, ignoring her two wide eyed friends staring at her across the bench.

“Don’t be sorry. Normally I would be home by now but as you can probably tell we’re just finishing off a bottle” Billie says, glancing at the girls and rolling her eyes when they both act offended.

Glen laughs, loud and throaty, the sound echoing in the expansive kitchen.

“Anyway, I was just calling to see what you were doing Saturday, to see if you wanted to do something?”

Billie bends and rests her elbows on the bench, tilting her head as she looks at the screen.

“I actually have plans on Saturday” Billie breathes, a hint of disappointment colouring her voice, “I have Mason---Bec’s son’s, birthday party”

“Oh that’s okay, what about---”

“Glen you're more than welcome to come on Saturday!” Bec shouts suddenly, interrupting Glen and making Billie’s head snap up at her friend.

Billie shoots her friend a threatening look with just her eyes, Bec responding with an innocent shrug - Sloane beside her looking positively gleeful.

Billie looks back down at the screen to see Glen’s eyebrows raised in surprise, his mouth half opened, half smiling as if he’s trying to work out if he heard her correctly.

She opens her mouth to speak but Glen beats her to it, telling her that he’d love to come, as long as Billie is okay with it of course.

Billie blinks rapidly, processing what’s just happened. Half of her is excited at the idea of Glen wanting to spend time with her and her friends, while the other half wants to kill Bec for springing this idea on her without giving her time to think about it.

“I mean---yeah, of course!” Billie says, trying her best to stop herself from stammering her words, Glen’s smile growing wide when she speaks.

“What time is the party?”

Billie turns the phone around so that Glen can see Bec, taking the opportunity to mouth the words ‘what the fuck’ to the girls without Glen seeing and shaking her head when they ignore her, instead only smiling sweetly.

“It’s at 1! And it’s a pool party, so bring your swimsuit”

Almost instantly the idea of Glen shirtless in the pool makes Billie’s insides flip in the best way, her mind wandering as Bec rattles off the rest of Saturday’s details.

Billie turns the phone back around to face her, swearing she sees Glen’s face light up when his eyes find her. They talk for a few more minutes before Glen says that he doesn’t want to interrupt her and the girls anymore, telling Billie that he’ll text her and shouting his goodbye’s to Bec and Sloane. Billie nods, grinning back at him through the screen when he winks at her, offering her own goodbye and watching as the call ends.

She puts down her phone and grips the edge of the bench, looking up at both of her friends sitting across from her and inhaling deeply through her nose.

“What. The. Fuck?”

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generalsdiary · 3 days ago

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if you accept requests, can i request sunday with an express crew reader who has a fake halo ring on their head because they think that is pretty, they first meet him on the express and went to touch his halo ring thinking it is fake too? i know it is quite long and a bit specific so feel free to skip. And your writing is so good! your little analysis on sunday's wing ADORABLE.

(theirs is just plain sparkly rubber band😭)

hi anon! I do accept requests. and seriously don't worry, I LOVE THE IDEA, it is not at all too specific or long; actually the perfect amount for me to work with.

I would've written this yesterday when you sent the ask, but I was caught up painting (Sunday of all people lmao). also, I'm so glad you like my writing, tysm! hope you like this one, I wrote it really quickly, cos I'm still busy but this had caught my attention for sure.

Sunday x gn!reader

warnings: none

word count: 400~

One more check in the mirror, yes, it looks good. You nod at your reflection. The golden halo gives the illusion of realness. At least, that is what you tell yourself. It probably looks ridiculous to actual Halovians. Never mind, you smile at your sight in the mirror and head to the main car to greet guests.

Despite visiting Penacony with the crew, you failed to ever meet the infamous Sunday. And he looks even more beautiful in person, it is almost dazing.

“It is a pleasure to meet you.” you chirp, shaking his hand.

“Likewise” Sunday smiles, you can almost hear a choir singing. He looks like an angel. That halo is perfect. Should you ask him for tips? You reach out with your hand. “Your halo looks amazing, how did you make it so perfectly?” and… your fingers pass through nothing. Feeling a bit surprised, you ponder if it is a gadget with a projector? Doubtful. It takes a few moments before you notice that you stunned the poor man.

Sunday dryly chuckles, “It… it is very real, I assure you.” He takes a small step to the side, making his halo move further away from your touch.

To say you blushed would be an understatement. Hoping the Express would crash at that moment just so you wouldn’t have to deal with this situation, “Uh.. I- I am so sorry- I didn’t mean to-“ you fumble with your words trying to salvage the situation.

“I understand. I can see your… pretend one.“ He smiles. You’re internally cursing at yourself and biting the inside of your cheek, could this be any more embarrassing?

“I just think they’re pretty. Angelic, and wonderfully complimentary on a person.” There’s a proud aura around you, maybe you saved the situation.

“Ah, so you’re a flatterer. Thank you, I do agree they are pretty. Although, they are a genetic part of me.” Sunday smiles. Internal high five, you saved the conversation. Except for the fact Sunday looked at you up and down. Is he checking you out? Or judging the way your halo looks on you? Either way, you avert your gaze, swallowing hard. What a bold man.

“I wasn’t trying to flatter-“ No, you gotta be bolder; match his energy, “I know they’re genetic, as I know that your kind can even influence, some of them, how the halo ends up looking.”

There’s a knowing glint in his eyes and an ever-resting smile. “I’ll happily explain how and why… care to get a drink with me and we can sit by one of the windows?” And there’s no way in hell you say no to him.

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divinit3a · 2 days ago

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@muzzlemouths Dead Mall Dare / DfTR AU(s) Dead Mall Dare was one of the first AUs I read (like, literally. 1-2 months ago!) & I went woooaaah they are fun removed from original context. Isn't that so neat ?? This isn't a rabbithole to fall in, tho. u_u No wayyy guys c'mon ... /j Likewise, DfTR is a treat to watch unfold & see people squirm ^-^

@r0b0-wannabe Botanical Garden AU (or just any of your stories, but I'm.. sticking to the law...s... ) Hi, I stayed up to 2-3am drawing ur boys bc Im normal about this AU & how endearing it is... obviously... (💚) I love your writing style & characterizations. Maybe this is silly, but, I also enjoy learning about plantcare, too :3

@sinister-sincerely 2nd Choice AU Oh, you are so evil. The username matches. (A COMPLIMENT!! Hehe.) Oh, you write drama, angst/no comfort, hurting/damaged characters making awful choices so well. It was wild doing a double-take to realize YOU! are the WRITER for 2nd choice!! Some day, I will get u. For now, run 💜🔪

@wyervan Human!Slasher AU :D Yay! Both the OG/Main storyline are wonderful. I find the community version very endearing as an AU-within-an-AU. (love that!) As someone who used to run RP groups (on god!) it fills my heart with joy to see people filling out a world with so much life. Your art style is delightfully grungy ^-^/

@pluck-heartstrings - Pluck My Heartstrings AU Ohhh. I am weak to fairytale/renfaire vibes, as well as the more classic harlequin jester aesthetic u_u<3 Plus, the Vocalist/Princess is just so dang compelling, too. Your design sense is impeccable.

@moon-buggg Haunted House & Mad Scientist AUs They are both so neat & I can't wait to learn more!! The Haunted House AU designs live in my head rent free along with the comics :3

@zenkaiankoku Broken but Better AU Lovely, torn-up designs! Yay, mechanical horror! Yay, angst!! And a delightful remix of their personalities, too <3

@authormeat Alienware AU ^-^ I am instantly delighted by the weird guy freak energy & that the yn IS an alien/monster. Thats all I want & more. I also love ur designs for other AUs

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And...And... Not.. AU specific, but 🏏💥BAM , BAM 💥🏏 LOVELY FOLKS!!!!!!

🍲 <{ @soupdweller THERE IS NO ESCAPE ok but fr.. I appreciate ya, homie :3 you are a joy to chat with!! beautiful art!! evil mind!! delicious soups. i cant wait for whatever u cook up ^-^ 🐤 <{ @luckyyyduckyyy I WILL READ UR AU STORIES!! RUN & HIDE!!! you are the goofiest goober in the wild west, by goodness. i love ur energy and the gorgeous designs u create!! 🐛 <{ @chickenchirps27 ACK I COULD STARE AT UR ART FOREVER! I'll have to start volleying over illustrators I think ya might enjoy... u are so sweet & funny!! 🐐 <{ @lurking-loaf YOU ARE SO KIND! Seriously, I appreciate the fun craft projects you recommended -& your words of support :') 🔮 <{ @anis-sketches :D HI! Happy to throw recs your way. Also, your art is adorable!! 🌿 <{ @craykaycee HI TO U TOO!! the tags u leave always make me smile, and i appreciate u stopping by to say hi... :3 & MANYMANY MORE BUT I NEED TO CUT MYSELF OFF OR ELSE

Per usual, I lost sight of the original goal. But! Consider:

🏏💥WHAM , BAM 💥🏏 GOTCHU >:)

#pom yaps #dca au ask game #ask games #💚💚💚#taking a sledgehammer & appearing in YOUR walls to say hi :D #this took a few days to type up fhgdshjgf oops

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phoenixeclipse-lmkau · 3 days ago

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Cursed Warlords Au - Chapter #10 - Planning

You and Spirit need to figure out what you’re doing. All the while you figure out how to wear the hanfu you were gifted.

“I don’t know… are you sure this is right?” You asked while struggling helplessly with the wrapping of your new hanfu.

The hanfu was beautiful, wrapping around your body surprisingly well. It wasn’t a perfect fit, possibly a size too big but then again it was a gift from someone who didn’t really know you. You shouldn’t be surprised. Now if only you could figure out how to properly tie this thing.

“… no I think you have it on backwards,” Spirit chuckled from her seat in the bed. Both of the monkeys sat next to her giving quiet chirps, though you weren’t sure if they were talking to each other or at you.

Looking down at the outfit you scowled when you realized that yes, you did have it on backwards. Your face flushed red before you spun around and glared at your friend. Your friend who was giggling but not offering to help.

“Well then would you be so kind as to help?” you asked, your cheeks still flushed.

Spirit quirked and eyebrow up before shrugging as she stood up. “How do you not know how to do the simplest of things?” She muttered as she helped out of the backwards hanfu.

You stood still for a moment as she tugged and pulled at the fabric, doing her best to correct how you messed up the outfit. It took some maneuvering but eventually you were dressed in the hanfu. It was clearly made for travel which you were grateful for even if you weren’t quite sure why the woman gave it to you. Maybe it was pity. Maybe she understood that you needed help. Whatever the case you were very grateful.

“What do you think?” you asked Spirit nervously once you were finally dressed properly.

A simple hanfu colored black with orange sashes to connect everything together. You weren’t sure how to feel about the coloring but it was still beautiful. Tugging on the fabric a bit you also decided it looked like good quality.

“Not bad. The coloring is shit but eh,” Spirit replied as she plopped down on the bed.

*Chirp?*

You both looked to Plum who tilted his head in confusion. It was adorable! Seriously he was just the cutest thing. You didn’t even bother holding back your squeal.

“I think he wants to know about the color,” Spirit muttered before looking at you with a worried expression. The look was quickly pushed away as you leaned forward.

“Well you see when I was dragged here I came through a portal that swirled with orange and black. It’s not the coloring per say it’s just the memories attached to it,” you explain, if you couldn’t tell two monkeys about it, then who could you talk to about it? Spirit already knows because she saw the portal and she knows that you’re scared of the portal, even though you’re trying to find another.

You smiled widely even though every bit of you was terrified, terrified of going back to that place, terrified to even know what that place was. Maybe it wasn’t bad you weren’t really sure but the moment you had fallen into the portal you felt a rush of something strange, something strong, something wild run right through your very soul. A blur of orange and black and then well then you were with Spirit.

Thinking back on it maybe you shouldn’t be heading straight for something that you had no idea what it was. Maybe going to that place was a bad idea, maybe you could be sent somewhere even worse than where you are now… but if you didn’t try then you would NEVER be able to return home. Right?

*Chirp?*

Glancing to the monkey cubs you smiled, both of them looked confused as hell. Both half draped over the side of the bed as they waited for you to explain. Explain what you were talking about, but you didn’t. You didn’t explain and instead chose to be quiet as you looked yourself over one more time.

“We got everything?” You asked patting yourself down.

“Clothes check, Spirit check, Peaches check, Plums check, and me!” You grinned before face palming, the sheer lack of equipment between the ‘four’ of you was rather depressing.

It was fine, even though you didn’t have barely anything to travel with you were determined to figure this out. With a deep breath you looked at Spirit who was half laying on the bed while her feet were firm on the ground.

”Let’s go,” You grinned happily.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Spirit asked calmly.

You looked at her and frowned, looking around the room you were sure you had everything you needed. There wasn’t anything missing, and everything was how you found it. So what could you be-

“Where are we even going?” Her words hit you like a brick, where WERE you going.

You had spent the last two days resting at the inn and the three days before that running away from bandits. In all that time you never stopped to consider where you two even needed to go. Your face scrunched up slightly as you thought, you weren’t sure when you sat down but here you were sitting on the floor while trying to think of a plan. You needed to find somewhere that could return you home, well maybe not somewhere but someone or something?

“I don’t know… do you know anyone who knows how to travel through dimensions? Or time? Or space? I think I’m from another dimension but I might be from the future,” You waved your hands to act spooky not noticing the looks of surprise on both of the small monkeys faces.

Another dimension? The future? What in the world were you talking about? You couldn’t possibly be from… it would explain your clothing and the slight accent in your voice. No, no that doesn’t explain anything at all! You were a mere mortal who is probably just from some far off place on the mainland who happened to fall into a demon’s trap. Surely that had to be the case, Wukong thought to himself.

However when he looked at his mate, his very rational mate who always thought things through, he didn’t find the exact same answer that he came up with. His mate was looking at you with wide eyes, his ears slightly fanning out a little bit but the longer they remained fanned out the more his scowl deepened. Surely Macaque didn’t actually believe this nonsense, you were just a mortal who had gone a little crazy from running into a demon.

“Okay so first we need to find out where you’re actually from, so we need to find someone who is able to get ahold of that knowledge… I have one person in mind but…” Spirit trailed off her face scrunching up a little bit as she tried to think of any way NOT to see this person.

“But what?” You asked way too quickly for her liking, and with far too much excitement.

“She doesn’t like humans, like AT ALL,” She nervously chuckled as she looked away.

Almost immediately you deflated a little bit, so the one clue you had to going home didn’t want to see you. The only clue that you have gotten in the five days you’d been here. Biting your lip you thought about it, you had to think this through. If she didn’t like humans it might be best not to interact but it was also the only way for you to find a way home.

“Will she kill me?” it was one thing if she just disliked humans but if there’s a chance that she won’t kill you, then maybe you can get her to listen.

Spirit thought for a moment pursing her lips as she contemplated weather this person would kill you. She didn’t seem one hundred percent sure weather she would or not. But maybe…

“She probably won’t try to kill you, but it’s doubtful that she would listen to you either,” Spirit explained, her face still pinched in a frown.

You decided to think some more she wouldn’t listen to you… bit Spirit was a demon. Maybe she would listen to her. It was a possibility and so far it was the closest thing you had to an actual lead. So with the decision made you looked up at your friend and declared.

“Let’s go meet her. It’s worth a shot, and the only clue I have to getting home,” you tried not to look so nervous.

Spirit stared at you for a moment, her eyes going wide at your announcement. You… you wanted to see her? Was that smart? She opened her mouth to speak when you continued quickly. “I can at least try. We don’t have any other leads and I need to get home… my family is probably worried sick.”

Wukong tilted his head, your family probably thought some demon ate you. He couldn’t help but think that they probably thought you were already dead. You were seriously going a little crazy, it probably wasn’t safe to be around you… but they didn’t really have much choice at this point.

Macaque narrowed his eyes. He was still deep in though trying to think of what you were talking about. Maybe you were confused or crazy… but there was the possibility that you were telling the truth. If you were then would you try to take them back to your world? Would you leave him and Wukong here? He let out a scoff, maybe it would be easier to leave… or they could find another monkey demon they could talk to. But how?

“So who is this woman you’re talking about anyways?” you asked curiously.

Spirit remained silent for a moment before speaking, “She’s a monkey demon, I’d say the only one that I’ve ever met. She lives roughly a weeks journey away but with your speed it might take two or three weeks. She’s stubborn and if she doesn’t like you she won’t help you, but if you can get her to like you then maybe MAYBE she’ll help. I I use can’t guarantee it.”

A monkey demon!? They would be able to find a way home if you agree to meet with her. Wukong immediately let out excited chirps, they could contact their friends this way. His sudden noise shocked you causing you to look over at him. Your eyes widened before you laughed.

“I see someone wants to meet her. Animals tend to have good intuition most of the time, maybe we should go,” you chuckled before looking at Spirit who pursed her lips more at his sudden attentiveness. She didn’t trust that he had good intentions, there was something about these monkeys if only she could just put her finger on what.

She glanced at the monkeys and sent them a slightly cold glare which was met with an equally cold one from the white monkey. His single set of ears flicked, her eyes were drawn to them and it irked her just how much he seems aware. Most monkeys were aware of the people surrounding them just not this much.

“Hey leave the cub alone,” You said as you reached out and lifted the Monkey into your arms, the other immediately climbing up your body to your shoulder.

‘We’re not cubs! We are powerful warlords!!’ Peaches chirped angrily, which was only met with a cheerful coo from you.

‘Give it up you know she can’t understand you,’ Plum responded as he leisurely laid in your arms like a hammock.

Spirit raised a brow before rolling her eyes. “Yeah yeah, protect the cub and not your friend,” She said dramatically lifting her hand to her head.

“… you don’t need my protection, you’ve proven that enough,” You replied with a chuckle before rolling your eyes.

“Have I? Last I checked you’re the one who saved my life from those bastards,” The sheer venom in Spirit’s voice was a shock to both Wukong and Macaque. Sure they had heard her annoyance and her sarcasm but here the sheer amount of malice in her tone was… outstanding.

“… I’d say watch your language buuut… yeah they were bastards,” You nodded before going silent, your mind wandering back to that day. It wasn’t even that long ago.

I finished chapter 10!! I have officially hit the double digits with this fanfic! Am I the only one excited? Yes… No? Who knows.

As always Feel Free to Reblog. Like and comment if you can. Comments are a writers food! Well not really, I just love reading them! I love to hear people’s thoughts on my fanfic. Esspecially since this is currently my main fanfic. I am still working on asks and such, work just likes to mandate working the weekends… it sucks. But I hope you all enjoy!

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harryspurpleloofah · 1 day ago

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Love You To The Moon And Back

Summary: Harry is a pilot who spends about 15 days each month away from home. He’s returning back from his flight to NYC and his wife decides to give him a nice surprise at the airport with their baby daughter. (Pictures aren’t mine)

TW: heavy talks of sexual content, first bit is just fluff, dom!H, implied sex the next day

“Hello passengers this is your pilot, we will officially begin our descent into London in just a few minutes. Make sure your seatbelts are buckled. The toilets will now be unavailable. Cabin crew please prepare for landing. Thanks.”, Harry announced.

He had wanted to be a pilot since he was old enough to know what a pilot was. He had known all throughout school, when his friends were contemplating whether they should be pop stars, actors, footballers, lawyers, engineers, doctors, he wanted to be a pilot.

He had studied so hard for this and he had succeeded. He’d been a great pilot for a few years now and he simply loved it. He felt so good knowing he was helping people reach home, or new opportunities or come back home to their families. Or maybe even just a holiday.

The job paid well. And he enjoyed it. And he felt like he was absolutely set for life when he set eyes on the gorgeous woman who boarded his plane that one day to Venice. As if by fate, they were staying in the same hotel and Harry may or may not have called in sick for work to spend a few days on ‘holiday’ with this stunning lady.

They got along really well and started a bit of a long distance thing. And now they were married and had a beautiful baby girl. And that’s all Harry could think about as he started the landing process into London. Home sweet home for him and his wife. He felt a smile adorn his lips as soon as he caught a glimpse of Heathrow’s runway. He loved landing here because he’d be going home to his small beautiful family.

After the passengers had gotten off the plane, Harry and his copilot Niall soon got off with their luggage.

“Can’t wait to get home. It’ll just be Marley and me.” Niall said

“Did you seriously make your dog Marley just to make a pun everytime to talk about her?”

“Maybe.”

Harry chuckled and shook his head. “When’s your next flight?”, he asked

“Next Tuesday. To Las Vegas baby.”

“You’re staying at a hotel there?”

“Right outside a big casino can you imagine?”

“Wow mate aren’t you lucky?”, Harry smiled. He was happy for niall because he knew he liked that stuff. But Harry knew that himself personally, he wouldn’t be going anywhere else, Vegas or Paris if his wife and baby weren’t there.

He soon waved bye to his copilot and decided to get himself a coffee before he started heading home. He sipped on his latte while he people watched a bit. He got a few stares here and there from people who were in awe of his pilot uniform to which he just flashed them a dimple full grin. A few kids came up to him to ask him questions about being a pilot which he gladly answered.

He soon threw his drink in the nearest trash can and started walking towards the exit. As soon as he did, he spotted her, his stunning wife standing there holding a sleeping baby on her hip. The adorable little thing was wrapped up in layers upon layers to shield her from the sharp cold of London in late November, her mother rocking her own designer black trench coat and high neck with boots.

Harry smiled immediately upon seeing them. He basically ran over to them. Even if it was just a week and a bit his missed them both dearly. He’d only just gotten back to work after he took some time off for their baby girl but now he was back on track he had to work even harder to squeeze in some daddy daughter time with the little minx.

His wife, oblivious to him sneaking up behind her now, was gently rocking their baby, helping her get to sleep a bit despite the bustle and chatter of the airport. He gently wrapped an arm around her from behind. She panicked a bit but then instantly recognized him.

“Oh-hi!” She turned around and gave him the tightest hug she could manage while carrying a baby in a literally snowsuit.

Harry peppered her face with kisses before turning to the little version of him. Her hair was starting to properly come in now and her eyes were greener than he remembered seeing even though he had only seen her a week and a bit ago.

He chuckled, “don’t you think she’s a bit warm in that honey? Even in the cold?”, he pointed out

She shook her head, “we can’t take any chances. You know my friend’s baby was this age when she got really serious pneumonia!”

He thought for a second, slightly losing his joking tone before smiling again, “baby just because some baby did doesn’t mean ours will instantly get pneumonia from not being in a snow suit for a second.”

The baby let out a little cooing noise as she started to fuss. “Look..” Harry said, “little love’s getting annoyed baby. She’s in like five layers taking off one won’t do anything.”

Her mother sighed, “fine.”. She got the baby bag she had sling over her shoulder and began taking of the snowsuit and putting it in the bag instead. The child squealed in joy and freedom and began kicking her legs in excitement.

The baby was so happy in Harry’s arms, always cooing and giggling. Never grumpy like the attitude she gave her mummy. She chuckled slightly, “see? I promised we’d see daddy today didn’t I?” To earn an approving kick from the baby girl.

Harry smiled at his two wonderful girls and gently took his wife’s hand while still holding their baby on his hip. “Come on love, let’s head home now.”.

After they had put the baby down for the rest of the night, Harry went to have a nice warm shower to loosen up after the long flight. His wife waited patiently on the bed. She was used to his lifestyle now. Not seeing him for a certain number of days per month was hard but the sad truth of his job. It didn’t mean she missed him any less.

She was hoping for at least some form of intimacy tonight. Not a hard rough fuck but maybe some oral? She just really missed him. She couldn’t explain how turned on she was at the airport when he first came up to them. How his uniform wasn’t tight enough to be weird but fitted enough to show off all his best features. And the way he smelled like his expensive Tom Ford cologne even after a long flight. She just loved it all.

She was still settling into him being back at work after his parental leave for a few months. And it didn’t help she’d always been quite nervous about planes. And now her husband flew at least one every day for half a month.

Harry got out of the shower, wearing a pair of sweatpants. His towel was around his neck. He made his way over to their closet and fished out a black shirt to wear on top and then continued drying his hair with the towel. After he got it to stop dripping at least, he gave up and just let it air dry.

He crawled back into bed with her. “Hi love.” He mumbled. She smiled back and watched him for a bit. Did he look like he was in the mood? Not really. Did she have to ask?

“Baby?”, she began

“Mm?”

“I really missed you.”

“Aw sweetheart I missed you too. And the little bub. Did she cause you trouble?”

“Not really.”

“That’s nice honey.”

She didn’t know how to start the conversation. “Are you up for sex?” She asked bluntly.

“Darling I am so up for sex. Just not now. M’so tired baby honey I just wouldn’t be able to give you my all.”

“Oh-ok yeah that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

“Wasn’t planning on worrying.” He smiled

“Good.”

He moved closer to her. “Don’t you worry though. Just let me get my rest tonight and we’ll drop the little bub to my mum’s house and I’ll have you all to myself to do whatever I want with.”

She felt the wetness pool at her legs at just that. She managed a nod. He smirked, “yeah? You’d like that?”

She nodded again. “Words baby.” He reminded.

“Yes I would.”

“Good girl.”

She almost moaned just from the expression. God she was horny.

“You’re so good for me everytime love aren’t you?”

“Yes Harry…”

“Exactly. Can’t wait to fuck you tomorrow. Gonna bend you over every surface I find.”

“H-..”

“And you’ll love it till the very end because you’re so desperate to have my cock in that greedy little hole. Aren’t you?”

She nodded. He tutted, “second time you’ve made me remind you. Use your words.”

“Yes..yes I want you.”

“I know you do sweet girl and I’m gonna give it to you. Hard and rough, slow and tender whatever you want you’ve just got to say the word.”

“Please..”

“Look at how desperate you’re getting..”

“I know…”

“Mm..no use getting yourself so wet if you’re not getting anything tonight is there? Unless you were planning on touching yourself in which case..”

“No-I-I wasn’t. I didn’t touch myself the whole time you were gone. Promise.”

“I know I know. You’d never lie to me would you?”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Oh I know darling. Not having my cock in you is too big of a risk for you and your greedy pussy isn’t it?”

“Harry..”

“Moaning my name won’t do anything lovie. Not getting anything till tomorrow. Try and get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow. Deal?”

“Deal.”

He gently kissed her cheek, his demeanor softening, “my angel. I love you to the moon and back baby.”

“Love you too Harry.”

“Goodnight,”

“Night.”

#harry styles #new writers on tumblr #fanfic #harry fluff #fluff #harries #new writing blog #reqs open #fluffy #harry smut #smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine

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choccorin · 2 days ago

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waahhh ruru, thank you for the tag !!! this picrew is adorable ! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

how do you like to spend your free time? i usually read, write, draw, or nap !!

what are your hobbies and how did you get into them? i got into reading during the quarantine years because i got soo bored ! i started reading fanfics & reader fics but now i read books too :3 for drawing, it was something i grew up with & got heavily influenced by my father :D lastly, for writing, i had so many daydreams about haruka (wbk) so i just started writing them here ! :]

what book or movie left a lasting impression on you? i recently finished look back and it definitely left a mark on me. everything about it was just beautiful :( the characters are so loveable & relatable, the animation was perfect, and the story is just 🥹🥹 it's one of the things that made me go back into drawing again </3

what kind of music do you enjoy? i honestly just listen to anything that pleases my ears ...

who is your favorite character (atm or all time) and why? for current, it's the one and only itoshi rin !!! his big teal eyes have bewitched me. but, in all seriousness, i adore his hardworking nature and how he'll do anything! to achieve his dream/goal. i find it very inspiring :) and also he's just so adorable and silly sometimes. for all time, i'd have to say hinata shoyo !!! his whole character is just beautifully written that i can never stop thinking about him. and just like rinnie, he won't let anything stop him from achieving his dream !! he's also helped me become a better person. seeing him work hard throughout the series makes me want to do my best too to reach my dreams. 🥹

no pressure tags! : @kyoghurts @iid-smile @nyxypoo @aleixis @keimorii ++ anyone who wants to join !

tag + q&a game ₊˚ෆ

hello! i thought it would be cute and exciting to do a tag game with all my mutuals to not only talk about themselves, but have fun! so here is my short little game:

alongside this picrew, share 5 things about yourself!

• how do you spend your free time? • what are your hobbies and how did you get into them? • what book or movie left a lasting impression on you? • what kind of music do you enjoy? • who is your favorite character (atm or all time) and why?

i will start first!

my name is rurumi and i enjoy spending my free time writing!

some of my hobbies (outside of writing) includes: drawing, building gundams and keyboards, and fashion! i got into most of them on a whim and became instantly hooked. aside from self-expression, being into fashion also helps with making friends in college because you always have something to talk about!

a book that left a lasting impression on me would have to be either kafka on the shore by haruki murakami or before the coffee gets cold by toshikazu kawaguchi. both stories have kept me up at night thinking a lot about the 'what ifs' in life.

i enjoy soul/r&b alongside anything of jrock influence, but i will basically listen to anything that sounds good. i am currently listening to 'so what' by lucy!

my favorite character at the moment is rin itoshi from blue lock because hes so ridiculously edgy, but at the same time i sympathize with him a lot. on the other hand, my favorite character of all time is suletta mecury from the witch from mercury series, she's an absolute ball of sunshine that i aspire to be.

tagging (+ no pressure) ₊˚ෆ

@kaiser1ns @naenaex0xx @shomatoriashi @choccorin @ryescapades

@rindreamery @soleillunne @kissxcore @rainswept @mitsvriii

anyone can join as well <3

#i rambled too much on my answers ... 🥹🥹#especially on the last question #i can write a whole essay about how much i love shoyo #that boy means the world to me!#(sorry rinnie)#tag games!#miro's diary

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maximura · 3 months ago

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#it's studio choom sundays with niki #ni-ki #enhypen #nishimura riki #enhypenet #enhypen niki #enhypen niki edits #maxgif #now who is he smiling at like that #they have been blessed #by a silly lil pookie #no but his smile is seriously just adorable #and i hope he's having a good day today #probably playing Fifa Minecraft LoL or whatever tf the youths enjoy

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usalock · 9 months ago

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This sort of case would have interested our old friend, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Yes, indeed.

#granada holmes #inspector lestrade #john watson #granadaedit #i like this moment a lot. i like lestrade trying to lighten the conversation after bringing up holmes #bc while he's in a place where he can talk about holmes he eventually notices that watson isn't #or at least just doesn't want to be talking about holmes at this precise moment #and so he makes his silly little remark to make watson smile. and i love him for that #bc you know he doesn’t seriously think he’s good enough that it would be unusual for holmes to get the better of him #he knows what he’s saying is ridiculous and he knows watson knows it too #he even watches for watson's reaction. and i adore that little look they share at the end #and i just really like lestrade as someone who doesn't mind making a small joke at his own expense if it means cheering up a friend #thank you colin jeavons and edward hardwicke 🫶🏽#lestrade #sh #i also like lestrade talking about holmes at all because of course he does. of course he still thinks about him #they both miss him they’re both remembering him fondly in this moment #mine

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kelin-is-writing · 2 years ago

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imagine babysitting with boyfriend!dabi

you were supposed to spend the day together but shit got in the way and now you were stuck at your relatives’ place and had to look after their kids for the afternoon. dabi was ready to disappear the second you mentioned it but you practically dragged him there by his collar and now he’s sitting on the couch pouting.

he would never admit it but he was worried that the kids might get scared by his appearance. well turns out they absolutely adore him.

it’s definitely annoying him at first that they won’t leave him alone for even a second and keep demanding that he plays with them. you glare at him after a while and he reluctantly gives in.

it starts with them playing with little race car models and they soon switch to drawing messily in one of their coloring books. dabi turns out to be quite the talented artist which you haven’t known until then.

however he draws the line when the kids want to play dress up. he vehemently refuses… for five minutes at least. when you return from the kitchen with snacks for everyone you have to try your absolute hardest not to burst out laughing when you see the sparkly tiara on his head. (you manage to take a picture without him noticing)

he doesn’t admit it but he’s actually having fun and watching you interact with the kids is putting thoughts into his head that he’s never had before. maybe starting a family of your own isn’t as bad of an idea as he used to think.

now all he can think about for the rest of the day is you underneath him with your legs pressed to your chest and the sound of your heavenly moans when he draws orgasm after orgasm from you until he finally cums inside of you. he rly hopes you won’t mind not using a condom this time...

- 🥛

YOU DID NOT JUST DO THIS TO ME—

the way i actually can picture him letting the kids grab onto his arms and then lift them up to spin the two of them around, once he’s done dabi would be dizzy as hell but then there are the kids who starts screaming “again!” “again!” which has him huff tiredly but still comply to what they want because they were having fun and that surprisingly made our arsonist hold back a smile, all this under your amused but still tender grin.

i can also see dabi play with them the ‘see you, can’t see you’ game, after you teach him, and he adores the laughs and giggles those little dwarfs let out when he exclaims “ah! here you are!”, in the most (semi) monotone voice someone could’ve ever hear, but the kids still loved it so much and that just leave him with a tingling sensation inside his chest from how moved he was, but still managed to keep it low or you wouldn’t let him live it down just like with the tiara moment.

once the kids were gone, you two finally alone, dabi is sitting on the couch with dazed eyes looking in front of him and lips slightly parted; when you sit next to him you’re about to ask him what was that face for, after snorting amused, when in a millisecond the villain has you laying beneath him as he hovers over your figure. you look surprised at him, being meet by a stare of pure desire and love that made your heart skip a beat from the intensity “w-what?”, you blurt out confused while glancing back at your boyfriend unsure on what’s gotten into him, then your eyes fell down and widened at the sight of the bulge inside his pants that was now pressing against your lower abdomen “you–?! wha��?!”

“i...”, dabi interrupted you “want to have kids with you princess.”, he confessed in a low husky gentle tone looking away from you with the back of his hand raising in front of his face and you blinked fervently, no because... was this cruel villain blushing right now?!

god he is so damn gorgeous like that, you can’t wrap your head around the fact that you have the most precious boyfriend out there, he’s truly such a gem honestly.

smiling tenderly at his confession you cup his cheeks, making him flinch slightly because of the sudden move, and pull him towards you meeting him halfway to kiss the raven-haired boy on his lips deeply, with an astonishing amount of love that left dabi speechless but yearning for more which is why a second later he was already ravishing yours back with as much passion as you.

when the two of you parted, panting, your hazy eyes locked and you swallowed down before slowly sliding your legs up his sides then closing them around dabi’s waist in a tight grip that pressed his boner against your clothed heat, a groan and moan leaving both your mouths at the friction. licking your lips under his burning gaze you start talking “what are you waiting for then?”, dabi looks with eyes that you can see ask for permission and “fill me up dabi.”, with that accompanied by a roll of your hips against his, he completely lost it.

after this, skins slapping together, pants, groans and moans are the only things that can be heard inside your living room as your man is cumming for the sixth time inside of you, balls deep into your pussy with the tip of his dick pressing hard against the swollen entrance of your womb as he’s spilling his load in complete ecstacy once again while you squirt all over his shaft and onto his pelvis with a pitiful cry, too overstimulated to even form a single syllable.

dabi has his eyes still rolled back into his skill in pure bliss when he hear you slurr about how much seed there’s inside your cunt, his cerulean irises going back to their place immediately before he raises from his hovering position on you with flushed cheeks as he smirks, totally high on you “of course there’s lots...”, and grabbing onto your waist he starts to rut his hips slowly, fucking all his seed into you with eyes clouded by desire “i gotta make sure my princess is filled up to the brim with our babies, right?”, he ends his sentence with a sharp thrust that made you let out a sob while holding onto his forearms for dear life, moaning continuously as dabi kept pounding into you “you can take more of it, i know it baby, i believe in my pretty girl nhgh–”, dabi kept blurting while throwing his head back with a throaty dragged groan at feeling your walls clench around him, hips picking up pace in no time.

letting out a breathy moan he looks down at you with sweat rolling down his temples long his pretty panting face, then he grabs your forearm to rub kind circles on it “i’m gonna make sure it’ll stick this time, so– ugh— bear with me for a little more ‘kay baby?”, you nod absentmindedly, too fucked out to register well what he’s saying to you, making him let out an amused snort at seeing your expression completely melted from the continuous pleasure and overstimulation “good girl, lemme reward you thenhgh—”, and with that another load of his seed was flowing inside of you and deep into your womb.

the pure bliss dabi feels everytime he cums deep in you, the imagery of his white ropes sticking inside your uterus, makes him rock hard all over again. mind completely lost into the ferverish sensation he’s been feeling for hours now thanks to his precious girl.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha smut #mha smut #dabi smut #touya todoroki smut #bnha x reader smut #mha x reader smut #dabi x reader smut #touya todoroki x reader smut #MILK— JESUS ON CHRIST MILK— YOU KNOW I'M WEAK FOR BREEDING KINK WHY ON EARTH WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?????#dabi hit by a baby fever after realising that he wouldn't mind becoming a parent if you're the mother of his kids it's just so—#this is genuinely EVERYTHING like– he can't imagine anyone else being the mother of his childs ONLY YOU i'm so...#i need dabi to knock me up so bad guys... in these days this is my only mood fr #ALSO— do not misunderstand my post from yesterday guys i LOVE i ADORE kids seriously. they make my day better with just a smile actually 🤧#my cousins are the ones i'm mad at everytime. cause they don't know how to parenting AT ALL #they look more after their phones than their kids 💀

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Prelude to... A movie on Saturday

A snippet from "a Mafia" & "From Assassin to Sales Clerk" AUs

Pyrrha was once again in the mall being dragged along by Jaune. The man she was supposed to kill, but because of her traitor of a heart and turncoat of a brain, she couldn't pull the literal trigger on the job. Of course the dense, oblivious, sweet, cutie. Pyrrha shook her head to try and replace those words... only for sweet to become loveable, and cute to morph into adorable.

So because of her inability to override her heart and brain, her mark who somehow had spotted her trailing him, decided she must be his... bodyguard. Pyrrha didn't know what was worse. Not being able to finish the job herself, or having to PREVENT other hitters from completing the contract! In was insane, and giving her a migraine.

"Jaune!" Pyrrha yelped when he grabbed her by the wrist, and started to drag her towards his chosen destination. "Hold on!"

"Come on Pyr!" Jaune spoke through his adorable goofy smile. Hearing her nickname, and seeing that smile, made Pyrrha "Goddess of Death" Nikos, blush like a school girl.

The blush, and associated happy feelings instantly died upon stepping over the threshold to Pumpkin Pete's Novelty Store. Gods Pyrrha hated this store. It was tacky, gaudy, and over priced! Like seriously $200 lien for a hoodie just because it had a trademarked rabbit head logo on it? But Jaune loved the store, and as his... bodyguard she was required to stick by his side, even in this hell.

But that wasn't the full reason she hated stepping inside this neon coloured purgatory. No that other reason was currently staffing the till of the store.

"Hi, Jaune! Pyrrha!" Blake called from her spot next to the till, in an overly cheery tone.

"Blake! Did they come in?" Jaune asked, like a over energetic puppy.

"Yep. The whole set is on the shelf, next to the Cereal Display." Blake helpfully informed Jaune, who released his grip on Pyrrha and rushed off towards the indicated destination.

"Blake." Pyrrha greeted the cashier coldly. Now why would Pyrrha be such a... bitch to some one working in customer service? Well because Blake Belladonna was also an assassin. One who had TRIED to claim the payout on Jaune.

"Pyrrha, you can relax. I signed off as not interested on Jaune's contract. You and him are safe in here." Blake informed her rival hitwoman for like the twentieth time.

"I still don't trust you."

"And that is an issue." Blake retorted. "How can you be in a relationship when you can't even trust someone in the same profession... wait that is a terrible example. I can perfectly see why you would have trust issue there."

"Whoa! Limited Edition Chainsaw-hand Pete!" Jaune shouted in excitement from his side of the store.

"How many of those freakish Sche-Pop things are there?" Pyrrha asked with a defeated sigh.

"Two dozen." Blake responded. "Anyway, you need to be more trustful. How are you going to move forward with Jaune if you can't trust and be honest?"

"Honest and truthful?" Pyrrha snorted, "Tell me Blake, in your infinate wisdom how this would go. Ahem. Jaune I'm actually a hitwoman who is supposed to kill you for a Schnee amount of money."

"Yeah, maybe not that honest."

"Anyway, have you been that honest with... Yang?"

"How do you know about her?" Blake hissed, her hand reaching for the kukri sheathed under the counter top.

"Jaune and her are friends through her sister Ruby, and you should understand... blonds talk. Especially to other blonds."

"Shit!"

"So have you taken your own advice?" Pyrrha asked with a smirk. "Opened that Pandora's box of truth, to you blond?"

"I'm trying!" Blake hissed, "It's hard, you know. I even bought out her contract four years ago, so no one could pick it up!"

"Whoa. That is commitment. When's the wedding?"

"Hush you!" Blake answered. "You're no better, you know that! Blushing and squirming like a school girl every time Jaune even looks at you!"

"How else should I react?" Pyrrha asked. "His contract has a no-buy-out clause! I'm sleeping in his bedroom for Gods sake!"

"Same or separate beds?" Blake asked instantly serious.

"Separate."

"Shit!"

"Blake, where you thinking lewd thoughts about me and my sweet Jaune-Jaune?"

"No, and do you hear yourself?"

"EEP!" Pyrrha squeaked as she finally recalled what she just said, and said out loud. "Argh! I'm a mess! What am I supposed to do! This should never have happened!"

"Preach it sister." Blake replied. "Yang wants to take me to the movies, Saturday, and I bet you an hour's wages she'll invite Jaune who will bring you along."

"A movie!" Pyrrha's heart was slamming against her ribs. "What the hell do we do at a movie?"

"Hold hands? Make out?"

"We are killers Blake! We are ill equipped to do such normal things!" Pyrrha growled in desperation while unintentionally grabbing Blake by her hands. "What are we supposed to do? how am I supposed to act normal?"

"Don't ask me!" Blake replied. " The only normal thing I know is how to work a retail job!"

"Right." Pyrrha released Blake's hands. "I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but WHY are you still working here?"

"Deery." Blake replied without hesitation. "She's scary."

"Oh, yeah... I remember her." Pyrrha visibly shivered.

"Hey!"

"No."

"Rude. You don't even know what I was going to say!"

"You were going to suggest I speak to one of Jaune's sisters." Pyrrha scowled. "Not happening. Ever."

"So then we go to this movie, flub it, Get outed as murderous psychos, and lose the loves of our lives?" Blake asked.

"Fine. I'll ask Saphron." Pyrrha capitulated. "Happy?"

"You were right Blake!" Jaune commented in his overly cheerfully friendly voice. "They had ALL twenty-four PLUS the four special editions!" Jaune pushed a shopping cart to the counter. A cart filled with boxed figures.

"Jaune. Don't you have like all of these at home already?" Pyrrha asked, leaning back from the freaky things.

"No. That was series one. These are series two. So they're different."

"How?"

"Poses. Accessories." Jaune cheerfully replied.

"I'll just ring these all though, for you." Blake commented.

"Oh, Blake?"

"Yes, Jaune?"

"Yang said something about movies Saturday." Pyrrha froze. "So I thought I'd check with you to see if you'd mind it Pyr and I tagged along?"

"Don't mind at all. The more the merrier." Blake replied, in her practiced cheery customer service voice.

#rwby #a mafia au #from assassin to sales clerk au #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #yang xiao long #blake bellodona #bumblby #arkos

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